#and this movie definitely made me feel like they have the wrong bandana color in a lot of the scenes | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cloud9in · 3 years

Note

You’re the only one who’s writing poppy x mc fics sooo, i have a request “ bea is a bad girl (like in a gang) in high school and also went jail couple of times for getting in trouble in high school senior year poppy was new transfer student and after 2 months bea join back school and met poppy bea and they just click yk like a connection slowly they started dating and in school everyone was shocked to see bea in a relationship ( bad girl and new girl) poppy is always worried about bea and few days before graduation bea got hurt really bad and poppy gives bea 2 options that she has to choose between her or her this (gang).. bea didn’t say anything to her so poppy left, after 2/3 years they met in college bea was a different person but so does poppy they become enemies (no one knows why they hate each other) one day they were arguing and poppy shout at her and says why you're back and bea put her hand on her cheek and smile and say i am here to win you back because i love you 😬

Promises (Poppy x MC)

Part 1/?

Can i just say I'm absolutely invested in this plot? You've got me hooked on my own story, as hectic as my life is, this is enjoyable to write. I hope you like it as well @iamsimpforpoppy

Word count: 1.8k (i got carried away)

“You know what to do Jackson, same old shit.”

“Yeah but it feels like a movie every damn time”, Bea responds confidently as she unbuckles her seatbelt. She sports a black mask with a yellow bandana, a vivacious color worn by only the Southside Spades, a notorious street gang who were known for robbery, and occasional blood.

Bea found herself wrapped up in the world of gangs when she turned sixteen. But before that the brunette would assist in transporting goods, also known as hardcore drugs. There was plenty enough to go around so Bea could indulge in any she wanted. Drugs didn’t give her the high she craved though, instead it was the thrilling game of cat and mouse with the cops.

Every now and then she’d get thrown in the slammer overnight. But this particular evening earns her one year in the NY State Penitentiary. See, the cops never gathered significant evidence to build a case against her, even though she was well aware of Detective Steinhelm who had some sick obsession with her. Following her everywhere, until Bea confronted her directly after noticing the same black sedan parked a street down from her house.

But she played the game right, and nothing ever led back to her. Until now.

“Where’s the money Bradley? I feel like I’ve been kissing your ass all week, the boss needs it now.”

A skinny blonde boy who looks like he had better days grunts in annoyance, “You’ll get your money...I’m just a little short right now.”

“Time’s up Ken doll, you know Carter will have your head for this.”

“Maybe he doesn’t have to know. Maybe this can be between us…”, Bradley strides carefully towards the blonde, a disturbing grin on his face which screams junkie. “Back the hell up now.”

Bea pulled her knife out with ease and pointed it towards him. She didn’t plan on actually using it. Murder was way out her budget for a simple money pickup but she knew that it would scare the boy easily. Except he kicked the blade out of her hold which prompted it to screech across the concrete before coming to a stop. Before Bea could think her fists reacted as she intercepted a punch that aimed straight for her jaw. She twists Bradley’s arm and he falls on his knees in pain. With his back to her, she kicks him down until he’s flat on his stomach.

“What is it exactly that you plan on doing now Bradley?” The blonde boy struggles under Bea’s foot but manages to reach around and slash at her ankle with a surprise shiv. Bea yelps in pain before kicking his head, rendering him unconscious.

“Stupid idiot. Had to make this harder than it should’ve been.”

Bea eventually finds the stash of money hidden under his mattress, an amateur hiding place at best. She congratulated herself for another job accomplished (kinda) and headed home. What the seventeen year old didn’t expect was the repulsive sound of a siren filling her ears as she stepped out onto her driveway. Her blood rushed to her head when she spotted Detective Steinhelm among the police officers surrounding her and retorts, “oh come on. I thought I told them about you harassing me. What do you want? Back here to strip search me again?”

The older woman only watches the blonde in eerie silence before smiling and gesturing to a police officer. “Beatriz Jackson you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law-”

“What the actual fuck!” Bea yanks her arms out of the officers reach which initiates a struggle for dominance. This was nothing new to her, but it still felt sickening. Like she was some pet.

“You have the right to have a lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire.” Detective Steinhelm finishes speaking and approaches the still scuffling blonde, “if you keep resisting I will tase you myself.”

Bea bites back the urge to headbutt the old hag right in her stupid face but she didn’t need any extra charges, for whatever the hell it was she was being charged for.

“Tell me why the fuck I am being arrested and I’ll calm down.”

That’s when Bea notices a familiar (bruised up) face from earlier. His smirk was enough to eat at her skin and she felt burning hot rage.

“Your blood was found at the scene of Mr. Denbroughs assault. You are being arrested in the case of second degree assault with intent to hurt someone with a deadly weapon.”

***

Bea only got one year in prison due to her kickass lawyer Ina Kingsley who played the minor card at every opportunity given. She also pointed out the fact that the knife wasn’t bloodstained, and Bradley never had any stab wounds so there is no proof the weapon was ever used against him. And it technically wasn’t. Good thing she didn’t bring a gun instead.

She did miss her 18th birthday though. And a few months of her senior year. But that’s what summer classes were for right?

All eyes were on the blonde when she returned, and whispers spread throughout the school about a certain new girl. Bea paid no mind to the fingers that pointed in her direction but the newcomer did manage to catch her attention, and pretty quick at that.

“Hey Jackson, how was solitary confinement?”

“I heard they make you use the bathroom right through the tiny food slot.”

Bea rolls her eyes and pelts a piece of not-so-fresh bread right at Ford’s head. The other people at the table join in on the laughter and Bea shakes her head and smiles, “it was Juvie you dumbass, and they made us sit in a circle together every Thursday like we were in an AA meeting.

“That’s jail for babies, goldilocks here wouldn’t last a minute in a real prison”, Carter joins them at the table with a cocky smirk, yet his eyes soften when landing on Bea. She shares a similar look with him knowing they’ll have a real conversation later. Because they definitely didn’t get to have that when Bea was getting dragged away to the police station in cuffs, and every event after that.

“It’s our girl’s first day out, we have to celebrate. And it’s not like she’s on probation...right Bea?”

“I do have a curfew, and I’m on juvenile probation so…when we partying?” The crew laughs as Bea shrugs. Her mother will deal with it. Zoey scoots in next to the blonde and wraps her arm around her shoulder in a side hug. “So glad to have you back Bea, and we are not risking you breaking parole so let’s just go to a sport’s bar tonight.”

Bea nods her head in agreement as the first warning bell goes off and everyone starts to clean up. Zoey taps on her arm and points towards one of the farther tables where a lone figure sits, wiping her hands with a napkin. All Bea saw were blonde tresses until she turned and they made brief eye contact.

“She’s the new girl, Poppy Min Sinclair. Rumor is she’s got a rich white daddy. You should totally invite her to the party.”

“And why would I do that?”

Zoey squints her eyes and leans in closer, her hands under chin in thought, “she seems like the broody type, you two would click.” She laughs at Bea’s comical expression but the blonde can’t bother to look in her direction, she’s way too wrapped up in what little the stranger a few tables away had to offer. She would sit on that thought, Bea was not one to shy away from anything.

***

The two became friends quicker than anyone could think.

One day after school, Poppy’s car wouldn’t start. It just didn’t comply. You would think she’d be poised and call her mechanic to come fix it, but instead the blonde slumped against the driver’s side window and let out a visibly frustrated, high-pitched yelp. Bea watched her pace around the car and even...kick?...the front bumper with her heels in efforts to wake it up.

“You know I may be wrong but I think that only makes it worse..” She approaches the helpless blonde with a small grin. Poppy’s persistence amazed her though, she’s never seen anyone determined to beat a car up. An expensive one at that.

“I hope you have some idea how to fix it, unless you’re here to waste my time and ask me on a date.”

Woah.

Okay that definitely threw Bea on a whim. She lets out a sharp laugh and bites her lips in amusement. She strolls towards the front of her car, holding Poppy’s gaze the whole way. She liked that the blonde didn’t avert her eyes. “And if I did? We couldn’t take your car of course, it’s obviously impaired.”

Poppy smiles and turns to look at Bea properly. She checks out every inch of her with no visible shame. An assessment so to say, and she likes what she sees.

“It’s your lucky day Poppy, I happen to know a thing or three about cars, and I desperately want to get this thing working so we can go on that date.” She winks playfully but god does she mean it. Bea silently prayed that the blonde wouldn’t take it the wrong way, but she knew she won when Poppy didn't protest, instead getting comfortable under some shade and holding her hand out, “the stage is all yours Jackson.”

***

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that I can’t jump over this obvious not-so-protected fence?”

“Judging by the sign right next to it that says...oh wow who would’ve thought, “DO NOT ENTER”, I don’t think so”, Poppy deadpans. It didn’t phase Bea of course because she was already halfway up the fence when the blonde turned away from the sign. The girl had a point to prove, maybe not a valid one, but still a point.

Poppy pinches her eyebrows in exasperation before looking back up to a nonchalant Bea swinging her legs from the top of the fence. She winks down at the blonde, “join me?”

Poppy didn’t expect to be climbing fences with a charismatic girl who had the same color hair as her when she moved schools, but she found herself embracing every moment of it. Although the trip up there was a struggle and some.

“I swear to god there’s a wire in my ass.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“And we’re both going to end up in the hospital. Get. me. Down.”

Bea tries to hold in her laughter the whole way down but lets it loose when she sees Poppy still up there, partly hovering in the air. “Pops...I’ll catch you, don't worry. Climb down slowly.” She doesn’t. But Bea had her feet planted and ready because any moment with the sassy blonde was unpredictable. And she loved it. Especially because she had Poppy engulfed in her arms and they were so close their noses touched.

Bea promised herself she’d kiss the girl next time.

***

“You’re...in a gang?”

Bea felt a clasp of cold air enter her lungs as she stared ahead. It wasn’t like she could hide it from Poppy. She has a reputation, and word has gotten around about the two getting close. This was just like that one time at the end of sophomore year where Bea met Kelly Hall, a beautiful girl with golden rimmed glasses. Unfortunately she only could imagine what could’ve been after whispers ended up right on the doorstep of Kelly’s parents, and she suddenly changed her number, and switched out of every class she had with Bea.

The blonde didn’t want to entertain the thought of Poppy doing the same, but this was a lifestyle she chose.

“I mean...how?”

Bea sighs and turns to look at her, “I fell into the wrong crowd. Or maybe it’s the right one because I never found a true home until I met them. They’re family, I wouldn’t expect you to get it though and I understand if you want to distance-”

“I of all people know what it’s like to not fit in Jackson. You’ve found people who make you feel safe. Maybe I don’t agree with the troubles that come with being in a gang but I don’t know the whole story.”

“Do you want to?”

Poppy wraps her arms around Bea’s and lays her head on her shoulder, “I want to know that you won’t get yourself hurt but I know that’s nearly impossible.”

Bea exhales slowly, not knowing what to say. She knew that this would upset Poppy but her acceptance meant more. She didn’t know what this would mean for the two of them, if there was a “them”, but she felt more encouraged to share more of her other life with the blonde.

“Just promise me one thing Jackson.”

“Yeah?”

Poppy’s voice comes out softer than expected, and Bea ingests every emotion that comes with it, “Promise me you won’t ever put yourself in a position where you have to choose between me or the gang.”

Bea finds her hand in the space where their thighs touched and latches onto it like a lifebuoy,

“I promise.”

***

“I just remembered something Poppy.”

“What, that you have half a brain cell? I thought that was established Jackson.”

Bea launches a pillow that (purposely) misses Poppy’s head by an inch. If she actually hit her and frizzed up her locks then she’d never hear, or see..or walk again.

“I’m being serious. I just remembered this too, we never went on that car date we talked about.”

Poppy squints her eyes in confusion, but was fully aware of what Bea was referring to. “You mean the first time we met?”

The blonde smiles to herself as she replayed that day in her head over and over again. She couldn’t decide if Bea’s openly flirty behavior is what drew her in or if it was her ability to fix any of her possessions with ease. And for free.

Bea pulls Poppy up by her hands until her back is against the lockers. Another perfect opportunity for the blonde to make do of that promise she made to herself, but something told her to wait just a bit longer. “So what do you say? Poppy Min Sinclair, will you go on a date with me?”

Poppy rolls her eyes playfully, pulling Bea in closer by the collar of her letterman, “now who’s being dramatic?”

“I didn’t hear a no”

“I think you know what the answer is.”

That night Zoey helped Bea prep for her first date with the girl that she could say she was almost in love with. The taller girl brushed some dust off of Bea’s jacket and planted her hands on her shoulders, “remember Jackson, give her the ride of her life. And I mean that in every way possible.”

Thanks Zoe.

Bea watched Poppy drive up in front of her house and something inside her mind couldn’t deny the pang her heart let out when she saw Poppy smile the way she did.

Bea took control of the driving and told Poppy to recline her seat and enjoy the ride, with her seatbelt on of course. Safe sacrifices. They cruised through an empty highway blasting Poppy’s spotify playlist named “Rich Bitch Songs” because that was their ideal perfect date. It’s amazing that the two could even come to an agreement, but here we are.

She watched the beautiful blonde sing her lungs out and couldn’t help but mirror her joy, taking her hands off the steering wheel. The pump of adrenaline prompts a new excitement in the air and Poppy wraps Bea into a secure hug, her hair flying wildly with the wind. Bea slows the car down but the rapid beating of her heart made it seem they were going 100 miles per second.

“I feel so alive Jackson.”

Bea stared at the girl in the passenger seat with a look that could only be described as love.

“You make me feel alive.”

Poppy kept talking and Bea found a way to focus on both the road and the blonde next to her. Because when you truly enjoy something, you’ll find a way to keep experiencing it. And Bea enjoyed hearing Poppy’s voice, she loved everything about her.

“I feel like kissing you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“...Nothing. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

They kiss when Bea pulls over. A hot feeling consumes them like fire when their tongues collide and Bea plants her hands around Poppy’s hips, pushing her back into her seat until she’s on top. The windows easily start to fog up in reaction to the heat, and not once did they take their hands off each other.

Promise 1/2 kept

--------------------------------------------------------

End Note: This chapter was to build their relationship, more angst incoming. BIG THANKS to @somewillwin for letting me use Jackson <3333

Taglist: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog @a-ghost-girl

#poppy min sinclair #queen b #playchoices #mc x poppy #a huge bug flew onto my screen during the writing process #gave me motivation to HURRY MY AAAAAAASSS UP

89 notes · View notes

speeding-fox · 3 years

Text

Movie Night (Bakugaiden One Shot)

It was getting rather late, but Mizuiro promised his boyfriends, Kurobon and Midoribon he would watch a movie before getting ready for bed. He was taking care of business in the washroom, making sure he's looking his best, he's not even going out, but even in the comfort of his own home, he has to look proper. He was just about finished straightening his bowtie when started to hear his boyfriends arguing from the living room.

He sighed. "What are they arguing about this time..?" Midori and Kuro always seem argue over the most trivial of things, and Mizuiro often has to be the one to put a stop to it.

He left the washroom and made his way down to the living room, once he made it there, he found the reason why they were fighting: what movie to watch, of course...

"I'm telling you, we're watching this one!" Midori yelled as he holds up a movie of the action genre.

"Midoribon, we watched your pick last time. I rather watch something more around my taste." Kuro says as he holds up a Batbon movie.

"We watched a Batbon movie last time it was your pick!" Midori argued.

Mizuiro sighs audibly, catching the fighting biidamans' attention. "Must you both fight over the most petty of things?"

"Mizu! Please convince Kuro to watch my movie choice!" Midori urged.

"Midoribon, it was your turn last time." Kuro stated.

"Kuro's right, Midori, you picked last time." Mizuiro told him.

Midori made a pouty face over Mizuiro siding with Kuro, and Kuro smirked, until Mizuiro said this next thing. "Since you two won't stop fighting like children, I'm picking the movie."

"Hmm?" "But-" Kuro and Midori try to argue, but Mizuiro interjected before they could say more. "No buts. Besides, it's my turn anyway. Had you both acted like civil adults and not like toddlers fighting over a toy, I might've picked one of your movie choices."

Midori and Kuro both blushed and looked aside after Mizuiro's sassy remark, and didn't say anything more, that pretty much shut them up. Mizuiro browses the movies until he selects one that interested him. "We're watching this one. Hopefully Midori will stay up through the whole thing."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Midori questioned.

"Well, it's about an hour until your curfew, and this movie is about two hours long..." Mizuiro commented, low-key implying something.

"Are you implying that I won't stay up through the whole thing?!" Midori shouted.

"You said it, not him." Kuro quipped.

"You're both wrong!" Midori raises his arm up and holds up a single digit. "I will prove to both you that I will stay awake through the entire movie!" He claimed, pretty much taking this as a challenge, shortly after, he lowers his arm and lets out a yawn.

"Are you sure you can stay awake long enough?" Kuro teased.

Midori quickly snapped to him. "Positive!"

~~~~

Sure enough, about an hour into the movie, Midori was trying his hardest to not fall asleep, but fighting sleep is difficult when the movie isn't very entertaining. A couple times he dozed off, but would immediately wake up and shake his head in an attempt to ward off the drowsiness, there is no way he is proving his boyfriends right about not staying awake through the whole movie! He lasted about ten more minutes, until his eyelids grew too heavy. 'Maybe I'll close my eyes for just a few minutes, they won't notice...' He thought as he leaned back onto the couch, and before he knew it, he was out like a light.

The biidaman that were still awake turned to him when they began hearing him snore. "There he goes." Mizuiro mumbled.

"Shall I take him to bed?" Kuro asks hushedly.

"If you'd please, dear." Mizuiro quietly insisted as he pauses the movie.

Kuro gets up from his spot to get to Midori's side, once there, he carefully shifts him so he could pick him up more easily, but that seemed to make the green biidaman stir in his sleep. Midori stretches while letting out a loud yawn, then he turns his body towards Mizuiro, leans on him, and wraps his arms around him, all while still being asleep. "So soft..." The sleeping sergeant uttered.

The light-blue biidaman blushed, this just became an awkward predicament, it's not like this is the first time Midori used him as a pillow, but feeling like a rock in a hard place doesn't make this situation feel any less awkward for him, and it doesn't help that Kuro finds his predicament amusing. "Kuro, please get him off of me."

Kuro chuckled softly. "I'm not sure if I should. He looks so cozy."

The color of Mizuiro's blush deepens. "Kuro please! I rather not be a body pillow right now!" He whispered intensely.

"Okay okay." Kuro relented, trying to not snicker some more. He carefully pried the sleeping sergeant off of the rich biidaman and set him aside Mizuiro, Kuro then took off his cape, and used it to wrap up Midori to make it easier to pick him up. Midori may be a big guy, but Kuro managed to pick him and carry him.

Having been picked up stirred Midori from his slumber, his eyes barely open, but he is too sleepy to be aware of what Kuro is doing. "What's... going on..?"

"Nothing, Midori. Go back to sleep." Kuro gently urged.

"Okaaay..." Without objection, Midori nuzzles into Kuro's chest, and went right back to snoozing and snoring, now it was the edgelord's turn to blush.

"Aww, how cute." Mizuiro teased playfully.

"Sh-Shush!" Kuro whispered harshly before turning towards the doorway. "I'll be right back. You can keep watching the movie if you want."

Mizuiro nods. "Alright."

Kuro leaves the living room and carries Midori all way to their bedroom. Once near the bed, he moves the blanket aside, sets Midori down, carefully takes off his beret and bandana, and sets them where he will easily find them when he wakes up in the morning. Kuro tries to take his cape back without waking him up, but the sleeping sergeant has a tight hold of it, not wanting to let it go. He quietly chuckled. "Okay, I guess you can have it for tonight."

He tucks him in, then leans down and gives him a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you, you doofus. Rest well." He quietly says to him before he leaves the bedroom and heads back to the living room where Mizuiro is waiting for him.

The first thing Mizuiro notices when Kuro returns was his lack of a cape. "Where's your cape?" He inquires.

"I am letting him keep it for tonight." Kuro answered.

"Aww, that's awfully sweet of you." Mizuiro playfully teased.

Kuro looks aside to hide his blush and crosses his arms. "I only let him keep it because he wouldn't let go of it. He has a strong grip even while he's asleep, alright?"

Mizuiro chuckles. "Okay, I'll believe you. How about you sit down so we may finish our movie?"

He glanced back to Mizuiro, then silently went towards the couch and sat next to him. Kuro expected for the movie to get unpaused as soon as he sat down, what he didn't expect was his boyfriend to begin to gently hold his hand and kiss him on the cheek. The blush on his cheeks that were fading returned in a deep tone. Kuro turned to him to say something, but stopped himself as Mizuiro began to speak.

"You and Midori fight over the pettiest things," He pauses. "and yet, you both manage to still care about one another, despite your differences. Even if how you two showing that you care can be subtle, it's a nice thing to see."

He listened intently as Mizuiro spoke. When he finished speaking, Kuro was quiet for a moment, trying to come up with something to add, then finally spoke. "I guess so, though I will say, despite Midoribon being stubborn, brash, not thinking things through often, and how much he can get on my nerves, if I'm going to be honest," He smiles. "he breaks monotony and makes life more lively, and I guess that's what I like most about him."

Mizuiro nods in agreement. "Definitely."

"And knowing how he is, he's going to need somebody, or some people, to look after him so he doesn't hurt himself." Kuro adds

Mizuiro laughs a little at this. "Oh certainly."

"Midori may be an idiot," Kuro returns the gentle hand-hold. "but he's our idiot."

#Fox's Writings #One Shot Story #Bomberman #Bakugaiden #Kurobon #Midoribon #Mizuirobon

4 notes · View notes

kpopcotton · 4 years

Text

Simply Soft ~ NCT 127 ver.

a/n ~ here is the final version of simply soft.. i hope you like it!!

• Prompt: johnny. just johnny. • Genre: platonic fluff, bullet point scenario, nct member!reader • Warning(s): strong desire to be a part of nct • Reader Gender: gender-neutral

==≎==

Taeil

ok google, what does soft mean?

never have you seen taeil so whipped for someone

always supporting you and looking at you with the biggest heart eyes

haechan pretends to get jealous and petty whenever taeil shows you more attention than him

you have competitions sometimes

but besides that,

you show taeil so much love and he has so much to give in return

he’s not the best at expressing his love, but you know he cares through the little things

like when he cleans up after you

or gives you firm hugs that last tens of minutes at a time when you aren’t feeling the best

or lets you rest in his bed if you fall asleep during the haechan movie nights you crash

he finds you so precious and never wants to see you sad

his favorite time to hang out with you is right after the two of you get home from a busy day

doesn’t matter what you both did, he’ll make sure to find you at the dorms

most of the time he just gives you the look which means he’s picked out some snacks and is ready when you are

to him, there is nothing better than taking a shower and then inviting you to put on face masks and dance to music

lets you pick the playlist

but, he’s very picky about what kind of music it is

either gives you one of his hoodies or steals one of yours

you both get comfy clothes on

and then apply skincare before picking a face mask and putting them on each other

lots of cute selfies that will never be shared but always treasured

in conclusion, taeil loves relaxing with you

“oh! oh, this is the song! quick, come dance!”

==≎==

Johnny

are you ready for another...

johnny’s communication center?

probably not

you’ve only gotten to appear in one of johnny’s youtube videos which was like a 40-second debut

rip y/n

however, contrary to popular belief, you do spend time with him

he’s like the best big brother in the world, even if he’s younger than you

brings you to clothing stores, coffee shops, bookstores, ikea

any place you can buy things really

his favorite places to go with you are clothing stores

forces you to try on clothes that are in his style just to see how they look on you

whines when you try to get him to wear your style of clothing

says your fashion sense is terrible and sad

but wears the clothes anyway to see your reaction

loves seeing you smile

sometimes you go through johnny’s fashion evaluation

either horrendous combinations or luxury styles

there is no in-between

in the case of horrendous combinations (which happened at a thrift store in chicago):

he had you put on a sparkly rainbow bikini top that left little to the imagination, khakis, a lumberjack flannel around your neck, a bandana around your head, sunglasses that had to be at the tip of your nose, and thigh-high, high heeled boots

you had never felt more out of place and uncomfortable in your life

but johnny loved it every second of it

you made sure to get him back though

you gave him a neon blue lacy bralette, a puke green and brown sweater that you forced him to tie into a crop top, jean shorts that were too short with leggings underneath, knee-high socks with laces pulled over the leggings, and strappy sandals

he pretended to model the outfit for you confidently but his bright red neck and cheeks gave it away that he was embarrassed

in the case of luxury items (which was in some uptown, expensive store in japan):

johnny somehow managed to pick out an outfit that accentuated all of your best features with a color that made you feel confident and sexy

you felt you had never looked better

you returned the favor of course and gave him a suit that was definitely a perfect fit and it was obviously red because when does johnny not look good in red

“damn, y/n, look at us! we are the visuals of nct no doubt!”

==≎==

Taeyong

duality.

never have you seen a more confusing duo in kpop history

aeygo to the maxxxx

charisma to that maxxxx

it’s like a metronome how fast you two change when you’re together

the power.

neither soft stans nor hard stans can handle it

the twitter timeline is a dangerous place

fans could be cooing at you both and having heart pains while commenting about how babie you two are

but then die because the next picture is you in all black with a harness doing a questionably 18+ pose with taeyong who’s probably got his signature crop top on

n e ways, let us move on

taeyong adores you so much and it honestly makes him so flustered when you spend time with him

he loves, loves, loves when you take him out

he doesn’t leave the dorm much unless it’s for work

invite him to join you anywhere and he’ll instantly agree with so much enthusiasm, it’ll make you want to give him the world (though he deserves it)

he enjoys the little things

like walking down the street and bumping shoulders every so often while you guys talk about your days

or holding hands while crossing the street to make sure the other is safe

if you go somewhere to eat and offer a bite to him, he’ll melt

do anything for him and he’ll melt, really

one time you held the door for him and he had heart eyes the rest of the night

another time, you complimented his taste in fashion while you took a few pictures of him for instagram and he couldn’t stop smiling

how can he be so precious?

always tries to impress you with a surprise while you are out

he might spoil his new solo track or pay for a meal if you stop anywhere to eat, but that’s when he’s feeling extra

one time he surprised you with a tight hug and a genuine thank you that actually made you cry

“baby, please... spend some time.. with me?”

==≎==

Yuta

you and yuta are like two peas in a pod

like peanut butter and jelly

like strawberries and chocolate

like french fries and burgers

like fish and chips

sorry, i’ll stop with food pairs im kinda hungry right now

anyways, you get it

yuta feels lost when you aren’t around. you are his best friend, his other half (winwin who?)

yuta without you just feels... wrong

nct’s instragram is full of the pictures you guys take when you go on adventures together, which is very often

it’s his favorite thing to do with you; traveling and exploring

you pull up a map on your phone and go buck wild

you’ve both found some pretty cool places and some amazing views

you found a hidden cove somewhere off the coast in california but you guys got in trouble later that day because no one could find you

turns out you guys had wandered a lot farther than you thought

the pictures you showed the group made up for it

they were gorgeous candids of the both of you, laughing and smiling together

one was a timed one where you were both jumping

all of these photos and videos were posted to instagram which made a lot of people happy just to see yuta and you so happy in your elements

sometimes, you guys force mark to join you which takes some convincing because you two are always trouble

mark wouldn’t admit it in a million years, but those moments he shares with the two of you are where he has the most fun

he never knew two people could love each other platonically as much as the two of you do

however, he wants to barf whenever you guys call each other sappy pet names because, ew, third wheeling

“where should we go today, honey?”

==≎==

Doyoung

my birthday twin, let’s get it

how do i even begin to explain how much this boy cares?

you are the third member on his “favorite member” list

now, don’t get petty when he says you’re third

the story of how you got demoted from first is a bit funny in hindsight, jeno (who’s in first) takes the liberty of making fun of you for it whenever you hang out

jungwoo (who owns second) always tries to stand up for you though

you were messing around with taeyong on top of a set-piece while shooting a music video

doyoung had scolded you and told you to stop or else you would get hurt

you decided to laugh off his warning because you “weren’t that clumsy”

turns out you were

taeyong did something cool (when does he not?) and you wanted to try it, so after he told you how to do it a few times, you did

you fell

not very far, only a couple feet, but you landed on your back

the sound was so loud that it startled everyone

doyoung had a heart attack

he thought you died

you had the wind knocked out of you and your back was a little sore, but other than that you were fine

at least ten people swarmed you

including taeyong who was apologizing like crazy

doyoung was right there, lifting you up and already giving you an earful about how he told you to be cautious

once people were sure you were fine and didn’t have a concussion, they left you alone

doyoung doesn’t like much physical affection, but he’ll put that aside to smother you against his chest and harshly reprimand you

he’s a mom friend and will always be

will never tell you, but he prizes the moments when you get sick or hurt

sounds sadistic, and maybe it is, but he loves when you are a helpless baby and he has to take care of you

always scolding you for compromising your health, but doesn’t stop pampering you

tells the other members off when they try to help him

makes you soup when you are sick and gets you anything you ask for without complaint

if you get hurt, he’s right there with some form of first aid

and since i know you’re wondering: yes, he will cuddle you if you ask.

“come to me when you need help, you dumb baby.”

==≎==

Jaehyun

jung jaehyun is the definition of boyfriend material

when you two get together, the aesthetic blogs pale in comparison

everything the two of you do together is an aesthetic, really

golden hour selfies on rooftops where your skin glows and your eyes look the most beautiful

candids on the streets of the city where you're illuminated by the street signs

coffee shop pictures where you look so perfectly in your element sipping coffee and looking out the window

snapshots of “date nights” where you stay in to watch movies or kdramas with popcorn, candy, and a bottle of wine

couple’s outfits where you pose like models while someone takes your photo

you guys do it all

honestly, the biggest ship in all of nct is you and jaehyun

fanfiction writers are jealous no doubt because how the hell can the two of you live out their writings so flawlessly

some people use the pictures the two of you take as templates for their mood boards or “nct as boyfriends” projects

you both probably started a vlog series on the nct youtube account

however, the time you guys spend together is strictly platonic, no matter how badly people want you two to “just date”

neither of you tries anything romantic because blegh, disgusting, i’ve known this person for so long they are literally my best friend, my sibling, a family member i’ve never had but always wanted

sure, jaehyun’s ears turn red whenever you guys dress up in similar outfits but it’s because of people’s reactions

if you see a picture with jaehyun shy next to you, it’s probably because johnny is screaming behind the scenes about how good the two of you look

speaking of johnny, he’s the hype man

also, sort of, maybe, kinda the reason you guys do so much aesthetic stuff

he says you guys are too good looking not to “bless the world with your visuals”

to sum this up, jaehyun treasures you and does the most with you

“what are you wearing today? we should match since it’s our friend-iversary!”

==≎==

WinWin

see wayv ver.

==≎==

Jungwoo

i love him with all my heart and i really miss him right now

it’s real soft hours up in here

not a single moment where you aren’t giving each other all the love you can muster

big comfy sweaters with sweater paws

love confessions every hour

always telling you he loves you and that you are his

treats you like royalty while also babying you into next week

he’s honestly the sweetest person on the planet and he can’t handle himself around you because dang, you really be out here existing and stuff

looking that good

since he’s so affectionate, i see him cuddling you like there’s no tomorrow

will build a pillow fort for you

honestly, he will do anything for you as long as you say please

not afraid to kiss you either. don’t matter where or when, he’s ready

some would say it’s his favorite thing to do

your cheek looking extra squishy that day? his lips have claimed that territory

your forehead exposed? kiss.

your neck easily accessible? smooch.

your hand in his? peck.

your lips in a pout? he better hold himself back because he’s about ready to risk it all just to give you a kith

the other members try not to seem too surprised every time you accept his lips on your skin

they freak out whenever it happens to them, or get super flustered

they don’t know how you handle his affection so well

you say it’s a talent when they ask you

a.k.a. you treasure all the affection he gives you because he is literally the best boy and you would die for him

he worships you on the daily (lucky)

he says his heart beats irregularly whenever you are around because he loves you that much

it was actually scientifically proven during a tv show when you had to make other members’ heart rates fluctuate with aegyo

you hadn’t started doing anything yet, but just by looking at you his heart did a boom boom and everyone freaked out

holds the title of the member with the best hair second-biggest ship in all of nct and of course, it’s with you

fans have so many videos of jungwoo hanging off of you and being clingy

always talking about you like you put the stars in the sky

you know that video when jungwoo was giving mark “the look”? it’s like that with you but at least ten times worse and all the time because you are his baby, his world, his favorite member

always has to comment about what you two did that day

never ever forgets to talk about how much he cares about you

“yeah, y/n and i are close. i love them with all my heart. they are perfect!”

==≎==

Mark

see dreamies ver

==≎==

Haechan

see dreamies ver

156 notes · View notes

surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

Text

Survey #330

“and i don't want ya / and i don't need ya / don't bother to resist, or i'll beat ya / it's not your fault that you're always wrong / the weak ones are there to justify the strong”

If you have a job, do you like it? I'm unemployed. Do you like any kinds of fruit? Well of course. Are you waiting for something right now? Covid and this headache to fuck off, May for my tattoo, to be paid to take some pictures again... What is your favorite kind of animal? Kind, not the actual animal itself? In that case, social species, usually mammals. What kind of Dippin' Dots do you like? Holy shit, I haven't had that in like a damn decade or something. I don't know, I barely remember the taste. Who is the most badass woman that you can think of? My mom. My mother is a fucking warrior. Do you have a Pinterest account? Yeah. I get a lot of photography ideas from there, as well as base pictures to make Mark icons, haha. If you were to write a book, what would it be about? The stories I and my friends have weaved in RP. Have you ever seen the television show The Munsters? AHHHHH YES!!!!! Mom loves that show, so I used to watch it with her growing up. Have you ever written one of those 'Roses are red...' valentines? I don't think so. Would you/have you spent more than $200 on any one person for a holiday? I haven't, but I would for certain people. Do you have a favorite Robin Williams movie? Probably Night at the Museum. Thoughts on Slender Man? Have you even heard of him? I think it's a cool creepypasta; he does look pretty unnerving with his height and especially lack of a face. The movie was good too, btw. Do you know what the Tardis is? I think almost everyone does in this generation, haha. Doctor Who ain't no joke to a whole lot of people. Are there any children's shows that you'd watch today if they were on? Sure, like Pokemon or Avatar: The Last Airbender, among others. I wouldn't at all be opposed to watching The Lion Guard, either. I actually want to, with my whole TLK love. I'm not embarrassed to watch "kids" shows or movies at all. What would you call yourself the King or Queen of? Having not an ounce of knowledge on how to love things in moderation/avoid total obsession with things, haha. If I paid for you to take karate lessons, would you? No, especially not now with my legs. Do you read more fiction or non-fiction? Almost solely fiction. What modern technology are you especially grateful for? Laptops, ig. Do you have a favorite science topic? Genetics. Very fascinating stuff. Have you ever read any Sherlock Holmes stories? No. What is the saddest movie that you've ever seen? Either Johnny Got His Gun or Boy in the Striped Pajamas. What's your most popular post? On what? If Facebook, I don't really know. Possibly my "coming out" one or a lovey-dovey essay when Sara and I were together. On Tumblr, it's definitely the gif I made of Mark and Chica (his dog) with I think over 10k notes. Manga or anime? Anime. I don't read manga, though I've been tempted with Deadman Wonderland since the show only had one season and ends on a ginormous cliffhanger, but there's more story to be had. A card game that you're good at? None, really. A popular book you haven't read yet? To Kill a Mockingbird. I feel like every school student has read it at some point. Favorite Mean Girls quote? I don't know any. It's a fine movie, but I've never understood the hype. Name your top 3 albums from your favorite band/artist. Black Rain, Ozzmosis, and... then I can't choose. I love so, so many very dearly. Name your top 5 music videos. I don't really watch music videos, so I definitely can't name five. My #1 favorite is probably "Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch; I absolutely cannot watch it without crying. What are you most passionate about? How did this passion develop? Animals. I was born simply adoring animals and have always wanted to protect them and their environment. Do you like monkeys? Do you believe in evolution? Yes and yes. We've literally watched it in action. What embarrasses you the most in front of other people? Discussing RP if you're not involved in it. I'm terrified of people thinking I'm weird. Have you considered running for president? Absolutely not. Which famous person would you like to be BFFs with? I'd say Mark, but I'd be way too interested in dating him instead of being just friends, haha... So with that said, maybe Bindi Irwin? Would you ever go skinny dipping with the last person who commented you? Lyndsey would be that person, so no. She's a great friend of mine, but realistically I'd probably only ever - if ever - do that with the company of my s/o. Are you still friends with the last person who broke your trust? No. How long did your last relationship last? Around two years. Have you ever been banned from anywhere? Online, yes, as a little kid on the Animal Planet forum, haha... Has anyone kissed you when you weren't expecting it? Yeah, Juan. Did you like it? It was a sweet moment, but I didn't want it. Does your dad smoke? Like a chimney. Is your mom over 50? Yeah. Are you currently listening to anything? Yeah, kinda hooked on "The Horrible People" by Manson. I've found a lot of great music lately. Would you ever consider getting breast implants? No, but once (if...) I lose all the weight I want, it's going to be a moderate priority to get a breast lift. I've hated my body way too fucking long and am dying to be satisfied with it again, and with how much weight I need to lose, I would essentially have grandma tits. :x Do you know anyone who is bisexual? Me, haha. Among some friends. Who would you tell, or who did you tell when you lost your virginity? That's not something I'd just go to tell someone afterwards for no reason... I'd only ever mention having lost my virginity if I was actually asked or if it was relevant to a conversation. Is there something you have been trying to learn lately? I'm really trying to practice opposite action and behavioral activation, among other things I've learned in group therapy. When you think about your future career, do you envision yourself becoming the head honcho or CEO? If not, why not? Well, I want to be my own boss as a freelance photographer. In any other job, I definitely wouldn't want that. Too much responsibility and leadership skills. Can you think of a time when you seriously misjudged a music artist based on their name? I don't think so? Have you ever kissed someone that you didn’t really want to kiss (not assault, just indifference)? Why did you go along with it and how did you feel after? Yes, Tyler. I felt like I was "supposed to." I felt really uncomfortable afterwards. If you have to wake up early for something, what time is just TOO early for you to be there and be presentable and sentient? Have you ever had to be somewhere that early? Probably like, 5:00. No. Have the majority of your romantic relationships started with a physical attraction or a deeper connection? Always an emotional connection. Did you ever write a fan letter to a celebrity? How about submit something to a magazine? No to both. What hair color is the most attractive on the opposite sex? Of natural colors, black, but I like unnaturally dyed hair most. Where do you like to go to when you are stressed? On a carride, so long as I'm controlling the music nice and loud and not talking. Where do you go to get your hair cut/dyed? To a family friend's little salon/small business. Why do you want the career that you want? Because I adore art and think it's pretty darn magical that you can freeze a moment forever to not just remember in your head, but actually see. Have you ever watched iCarly? Yeah, I enjoyed it when I was younger. What was your favorite class during your sophomore year of high school? Art. Do you wear bandanas in your hair? No. Have you ever been on a blind date? No, not interested. How many living grandparents do you still have? None. Have you ever worked in an office? No. Who does the grocery shopping in your house? Mom. Have you ever stayed in a hotel without your parents or older relatives? No. Did you have an Easy-Bake oven when you were little? Sure did. Have you ever seen a donkey? Yeah. Have you ever made out in a hot tub? Pretty sure no. Do you always flush the toilet after you use it? Yes. What were the last words you said to your dad? Probably "bye, love you." Have you cuddled with someone you weren’t dating? Nah. Who has the ability to hurt you the most emotionally? JASON. Are you a really understanding person? Yeah, very. Are you the type of person that enjoys getting hugs? Yes. When’s the last time you wore a wig? For a witch costume many years ago. Why were you last hospitalized? Suicide attempt. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without food? At least 12 hours, but I think I almost went a day once back when recovery started and my appetite was non-existent. What was the last name of your third grade teacher? Mrs. Britt. How was the last chicken you ate cooked? They were chicken tenders. What is your favorite kind of chip? Hot crunchy Cheetos. What grade did you have your first boyfriend? 7th. Have you ever been told that you’ve lost weight? Yeah, back when I actually WAS losing loads of weight. >> Do you have the same political views as your parents? Some things, but definitely not all. Does anyone call you babe/baby? No. Have you ever made a significant other cry? Sadly. If you could make your lips bigger, would you? Maybe just a teeeeny bit. Are you one to sneak food into movie theaters? Yep. Fuck them prices. Are you prone to illness? Definitely not. What races do you usually date? History says Caucasian, but I have no actual preference. I'll date any race. What’s your cup size? C. Ever flirted with a teacher? Yikes, no thanks. Who was the main cook of your Thanksgiving meal last year? My older sister made the most stuff. Have you ever been dumped really harshly? Well, considering it literally traumatized me... Do you have any ex’s you can’t stand anymore? No. Are you more of a phone or a computer person? Computer, definitely. When was the last time you made a sandwich? What did you put on it? Yesterday for lunch. Ham, American cheese, and mustard. Have you ever made friends with someone that you didn’t expect to get along with? Yeah. Do you own any accessories with your name on? No. What brand of eyeliner do you use? I pay no attention to this. Have you ever been sexually harassed? No. Have you ever sent a naughty text message? Suggestive ones, yes. How long have you had your pets? Roman, around two years. Venus, around three or four years. Who was the last person to tell you that they love you, other than family? Sara. Has one of your friends ever tried to hook you up with someone? Colleen tried obnoxiously hard to push Girt and me together. We all went out to eat pizza once just as friends hanging out, and this bitch prefaced an uncomfortable and nosy question to him with an even more uncomfortable "because I'm trying to get you in her pants...", and that, my friends, was the closest occasion I've ever come to slapping someone right across the face. I looked at her in absolute disgust, and Girt was clearly thinking "what the actual fuck" as well. I do not miss her feral mouth. Are you good at staring contests? No. Eye contact is very difficult for me to maintain. Do you like peanut butter? I love peanut butter. When was the last time you had to present something to your class? In this mandatory but entirely pointless entry class at my last college, we all had to do like this PowerPoint introducing ourselves. I hated it. Who was the last person that told you they missed you? I think my friend Chelsea. What store is your favorite shirt from? It's not a real store, but rather an online brand: Cloak. Mark is one of the owners/creators so I obviously support them intensely. Have you ever fell off your bed while you were sleeping? No, thankfully. Do you have something you’re supposed to tell someone, but you haven’t yet? No. What type of food do you never really eat? Vegetables, oops. Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? No. Do you like going to weddings? Not really, if I'm being honest. I'm only interested in photographing weddings for the only the couple pictures and pay, really. I'm not big on formal events. What’s your favorite flavor squash? I don’t like squash. Do you or anyone in your house have a severe allergy? No. Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? Our landlord/family friend, just to hang out for a little bit and chat with Mom. What fad were you actually into? Hm. What was the last spontaneous thing you did? I'm not a very spontaneous person, so I really don't know.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''the beautiful people'' by marilyn manson

4 notes · View notes

allsassnoclass · 4 years

Note

You’re right about the kid Dimitri thing it’s a cute element of the movie that adds to their relationship and also dimitris search bc he’s looking for the girl he saved. See I have an attachment to Rasputin&the bat which is half my issue but you’re right about the new guy just. Not being dangerous enough for it to work in the musical. Also pls go off about Newsies I wanna hear about that one

okay this is going under a read more because it inevitably will get very very long. also spoilers for newsies (1992 movie and musical) below:

first of all a disclaimer: I do like the musical and this isn’t me saying that they didn’t improve anything (Crutchy/Crutchie, actually developing their token female (although I do have thoughts about that as well), what they did with “Once and for All” etc.) but I was a fan of the 1992 movie first so my loyalties lie there. Also this is all just my opinion

First and foremost: all characters except for Jack, Medda, Crutchie, and Pultizer were done dirty. The background characters were my favorite part of the movie and the musical really dropped the ball with them, often at the sacrifice of historical accuracy

Mush Meyers, Boots, Kid Blink, Racetrack Higgins, and Spot Conlon were all real people actually involved in the strike (Kid Blink was historically the leader, they created Jack Kelly to have more freedom with characterization), and all of these characters were taken out of the musical or given lesser roles. They also (along with Crutchy) create the supporting cast (with Jack, Denton, David, and Les being the main cast), which means I was emotionally attached to all of these people and then they were taken away from me :( It’s clear that the people adapting the musical did not think they were important enough to keep consistent, which is just false

In general, because they spend so much time focusing on Jack and Katherine, all of the background newsies are less developed, which means that the Found Family vibes are also slightly less developed (especially when taking away the lodging house/newsies square as a definitive home base and Kloppman as a father/grandfather figure)

seriously I miss Kloppman that dude woke them up every morning, helped them with their spelling, lied to Snyder’s face about Jack’s whereabouts... MVP right there

Racetrack and Spot were done the most dirty (because the others don’t even exist). Allow me to explain: In the movie and in real life, Racetrack got his name because he sells at Sheepshead Races and bets on the horses there (the betting is more of a reoccurring thing in the movie). Therefore, in “King of New York,” he is the character to wish for “a permanent spot at Sheepshead Races,” and for absolutely no reason (besides laziness) they have someone else say that in the musical and also cut half his name??? He also is shown to be very good with kids (David telling him to watch Les when he goes after Jack, all of his interactions with Snipeshooter), and there’s an interesting thing to be said about how Wiesel will spot him papers. All of this is lost simply because they don’t have the stage time for the background newsies

SPOT CONLON! WAS RUINED! perhaps that’s a very strong opinion but they really did him dirty. In the movie he’s a shrimp with the aura of a mob boss. he wasn’t buff, and that made him more intimidating because he still somehow was arguably the most powerful newsie! also by cutting out the scene where Jack, David, and Boots go to Brooklyn to see him, we miss seeing him as a true leader and getting an actual introduction to him and how the newsies of different boroughs interact. I miss his slingshot and his pimp cane. I miss David calling him the key to the strike. I miss him showing up earlier than the second act so it actually makes sense for him to be seen as the strike leader that the musical is so desperate to make him (seriously what’s the point of him being in Pulitzer’s office at the end???). also by introducing him later we miss all of the sprace moments :(

I even have some beef with Katherine because, although she’s much more developed as a love interest than Sarah (rip Sarah 1992 maybe if they had actually kept her song Truth About the Moon in there...), I think it was cheap and unnecessary to make her Pulitzer’s daughter, and she doesn’t really have much of a personality outside of Strong Independent Woman who still somehow needs a man in order to get her big break. She was really written as a Token Female and while I love her and I appreciate that she wants agency and to fight for a cause, Sarah punching a Delancey brother was more feminist. Also, even David’s role in the story was lessened in order to give room for Katherine’s whole subplot and Dramatic Family Reveal and as an avid Javid shipper that made me sad :(

Now on to more plot-focused concerns!

The! Betrayal! Scene! The movie betrayal scene! So much better! Allow me to explain!

First of all, Jack just waltzing into Pulitzer’s office and getting captured? boring. cheap. Snyder and the police infiltrating the rally so we get to see Every Single Newsie try so desperately to keep Jack safe and yet he (and all the named newsies) still get captured? Heartbreaking! Engaging! Shows plainly the bond of the newsies!

(also allowed us to have the “on the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor” line at the trial)

The one-on-one confrontation between Jack and Pulitzer is much more engaging and more of a game of wits in my opinion. You don’t feel like Jack is the underdog and won’t win until Pulitzer directly threatens David, whereas having all of Pulitzer’s friends there in the musical means Jack is automatically going to lose and you don’t even get a chance to cheer for him

The Alley Scene!!!!

Then the actual betrayal scene, with Jack fully dressed like a scab. every single newsie feeling personally hurt and calling out to Jack, spot having to be forcibly pulled back by multiple people, and then David gets the chance to speak and nearly starts a fist fight when he was the one who always said they couldn’t beat up the scabs… “I ain’t got nobody tucking me in at night, like you. It’s just me, and I gotta look out for myself” “you had the newsies!”

I quote that scene so much y’all

I miss Jack meeting David’s whole family. It really shows what Jack himself is missing and longing for, it more blatantly shows David’s Jewishness, and makes Jack finding a family with David and the newsies that much sweeter at the end. I also liked how a nuclear family was something no movie newsies had (less historically accurate, I know) because I think that bonded them together more, because they genuinely only had each other in the movie (can you tell that found family is extremely important to me)

Jack’s background story. him lying about his name and then it all getting revealed at the trial was a very spicy moment, and I think it shows just how much he relied on Santa Fe as an escape for him. He’s created an entire other life in his imagination for himself, going so far as to change his name and fantasize about having a family, and I think that that makes his decision to stay in New York and accept both his reality and the newsies as his family sweeter

also in the musical it’s implied that Jack stole food and clothing for the kids in the refuge, and that’s how he got himself arrested the first time. I almost like it better if he was stealing for himself at first, because I like having a protagonist who doesn’t need to always be completely altruistic like he was starving and he stole some food and I think that’s justified, so I don’t like how they felt the need to turn him into some sort of saint who was stealing for someone else (that’s a really nitpicky thing but!)

The absolutely bonkers commitment to nicknames in the movie was very spicy. I think Jake (and Jack, who was lying, and David and Les, who started as outsiders) was the only one with a name and he was even a very deep background newsie. Wasn’t historically accurate but it sure created a lot of possibilities about the power of names that could be exploited in fanfiction

And now some nitpicky things about elements of a musical that bothered me:

they took away the upper harmonies in carrying the banner???? why would you do that you have Broadway singers and you take away the upper harmony???

switching Jack’s line of “I want space not just air” to “I need space and fresh air” idk I think the first one more fully portrays how trapped he feels in New York and in his situation also it’s more poetic

I’ve already talked about Race’s line in King of New York :)

how all of the newsies are supposed to be kids but instead were played by adults... I know this was because of child labor laws but that’s why newsies is going to be best done as a high school musical (or a combined middle school/high school like my school was... Mr. Holsen when you retire put in a good word for me so I can take over). if you don’t have at least 3 newsies who are small and young enough to be lifted onto another newsie’s shoulders then you’re doing it wrong

this is very much a personal preference but I really liked how the color pallet in the movie was a lot of browns and earth tones. with the musical doing a lot of steel and blues it definitely feels like the progression into the mechanical age but it also feels colder and more rigid and I liked the warmth of the movie.

In a similar vein that is also a very personal preference, I liked how the singing and dancing was a bit rougher around the edges in the movie. I’m a dancer so Of Course I love the Broadway choreo but it feels too polished sometimes. these are young scrappy kids and they’re dancing like professionals who went to julliard (which like. some of them probably did). the scruffiness of the movie makes it feel more down to earth and swallowable for me

Jack’s cowboy hat :( Jack’s costume in general :( his nickname is cowboy and they took away his cowboy hat and red bandana :(

This is obnoxiously long but I just. y’all I have so many feelings about newsies and everyone always talks about the musical when they’re really two different stories and I just want to talk about the movie so thank you for indulging me

#ask #pixiegrl

3 notes · View notes

angeltonic · 6 years

Text

<3 Soft Bias Tag <3

I was tagged by @neorithic aka Rose (thanks bub <3)

I don't know the rules and which bias you’re supposed to talk about but my first ever bias out of everyone was Vernon! So I thought I'd talk about him, my #1, the love of my life.

Here we goooooo 🍃

Who is your bias: Vernon 💕

What made you notice them: Svt was the first group I've really been a fan of, kpop wise. My friend showed me Adore U and Mansae back in 2015 and she pointed out Vernon to me first. I remember seeing him in his long brown hair and bandana and I said: "heck, he's adorable and now Im trapped."

what's your favorite thing about them: My go-to answer would be all of him, as he's quite literally one of my favorite people to ever exist (🙁💕) But the one thing that sticks out is his open-mindedness and perspective on the world. I feel like he's aware of society's faults and where people could improve. To me, he would also be very willing to learn more about the plights of people with different experiences from the ones he's had. I think he would be like that when it comes to anything, really, which is why I think he's very open-minded. He's up for new experiences and challenges, and would be down to learn about anything and everything.

who would initiate skinship more: (Oh boy, I'm getting soft) I think it would definitely be me, Vernon doesn't strike me as a very physically affectionate person. But I ❤love❤ physical contact, hand holding, hugging, etc. So I feel like I'd be the one leading that department.

who would hog the blankets more: I know for a fact that I am the most lifeless sleeper in the world. I dont move at all or make any noise what so ever BUT I do love sleeping all cosy and stuff so I just might take a little bit extra from his side.

who would be more clingy: Im not a clingy person, I do like affection but I wouldnt describe it as clinginess. But I feel like I would miss being around him easier than he would miss being around me, if that makes sense? I'd probably start feeling it in like a week of not seeing him but he probably wont until a little afterwards.

who would say I love you first: I think I have a lot of love and affection to give, so maybe me? BUT relationships also scare the living fuck out of me, so I'd very much be terrified, which would lead me to possibly not saying anything for a long time. I also think that he's the kind of person where saying I love you is a really big deal, like he really really needs to build that relationship and trust first before anything, so that would delay it for a while too. But I'd probably crack first to be very honest.

who would be more easily flustered: Oh Christ, I feel like the both of us?? Vernon's ridiculously awkward and so am I. So I think we would make each other flustered and probably joke about it afterwards 😌

What cuddling position would you two have: You can never go wrong with a good ol' spooning. Im super willing to be either big or little spoon so I dont mind, though I think he might prefer big spoon. I would also not mind him laying on me to be honest? Like on my chest, while I play with his hair. Also, technically not a cuddling position, but I love when people put their head on my lap! Like aw :( thank you for trusting me with your noggin.

which colors remind you of them and why: One of the things that attract me the most about Vernon is his seemingly calm energy. Simply put, he seems like a super chill guy and I, the Queen of overthinking/anxiety, really need that opposite in my life. This makes me associate him with colors that are calming to me such as: light blue, white, forest green, soft grey, etc.

which season would you like to spend with them: Literally all of them, my whole life’s worth of seasons. Heck, even my afterlife. But I feel like my favorite would be summer. To me, Vernon feels like the best friend you'd fall in love with and what better season to spend with your best friend than summer, where you're free to make all the memories you want? I think we would do a lot of hanging out in backyards, going to arcades, catching up on some webtoons in the middle of the day while eating some ice cream, or movie nights where we spend time in a fort that took us like 2 hours to make because my perfectionist Virgo mind couldn't get over the pillows being positioned a certain way or something, exploring the city or going to a completely different place we've never been to, outside of the city. I would also take him to all of my family bbqs in Connecticut, where I can teach him how to dance bachata as my mom and tias marvel at the fact that he's at least trying.

who would bake cookies and who would steal the batter: I think it would be something we do together after spending a few hours at one of our houses. Eventually, it's gonna be baking time. I would mix everything, while he takes little bits out of the bowl cause we know he's usually the type to eat ANYTHING first and then when I try to scold him about salmonella he giggles and offers me some. I, weak and fragile for the boy, accept his offer and pretend to be mad about it.

which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react: LISTEN, half of my humor is made of puns. Now, Vernon is either the King of Reactions or the King of Barely Having a Reaction. I feel like if it was a good one he'd laugh with that silly ass laugh of his and high five me but if it kinda sucked he'd probs chuckle at me with a disapproving look on his face tbh.

which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a poptart and who come to the rescue: V E R N O N. Definitely, Vernon. And then I would run in there, with my heart beating out of my chest because for fuck'sake Vernon, our lease isn't even up yet and you almost burned the place to ashes.

who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back: I love, love, LOVE high places, so I would lean first. He'd then come over and lean with me but he'd pull away first and would have to drag me away too ://

what would you watching a horror film with them be like: I love watching horror movies for the simple fact that I find them hilarious and usually laugh throughout the entire thing. At first, I think he'd be like?? why are you laughing?? someone's literally being dragged down to hell in front of us and you're giggling about it? But after he gets used to it, I feel like we'd make really good commentary that leaves us in giggle fits most of the time. Unless he's really really immersed, I wouldnt wanna disrupt something he really likes.

who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt: I cant flirt for the life of me, I literally dont know, I cant function. I feel like if I tried I'd definitely be cheesy though. As for Vernon, he's also super awkward as I said, so he'd jokingly try to be smooth but it just ends up being cheesy and really funny.

who is more competitive: I dont associate Vernon with competitiveness at all, he seems like he's just in it to have a good time, with good people. I'm like that too for the most part. But if we're talking Uno, Scrabble, Jeopardy, or Kahoot, Im tearing him a new one.

who would have to be given constant reminders: I feel like we'd remind each other of things but I would remind him to do simpler things like tidy up the room, or that it's his turn to do the dishes and where the keys are. Whereas, I think he'd have to remind me of things that I forget when I get too caught up in my head like eating properly, sleeping well, and knowing when to stop and enjoy my life.

who sends memes and who sends cute Im miss you text at 3 am: We both send memes, are you kidding. That'll be most of our chat history, I'd have a whole folder just dedicated to ones I can use in conversation with him. I feel like I'd send the 3 am I miss you texts a lot more often, cause not only am I a super emo cancer moon but I get extra affectionate after like 1 am for WHATEVER reason. Though, I think he'd surprise me with one out of blue because I sure as hell wasnt expecting that from him. But I also think he'd find other ways of showing you he misses you without saying it. He seems like the type where you need to learn how he shows his love through his actions because he wont really do it with words.

And that's the end of that! I rambled so much I'm so so so sorry but I love Vernon with my whole heart and could ramble about him for hours.

Thanks again to Rose for tagging me!! I had a lot of fun.

Im tagging my mother dearest @bright-hao , @tuanm , @jonisuh , @agustminpd

and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go <3

#feel free to do this if you want guys <33 and I cant wait to read them if you do #and if we've never talked before #hi!! I hope you're okay with me tagging you and if not please tell me! I totally wont if it makes you uncomfy #but I hope you have fuuun if you want to do this!#hvc #tag

6 notes · View notes

mingyubias · 6 years

Text

& i know this is ?? like a month late?? idk but !! someone way back when asked me about my hevie/descendants hcs/thoughts so i’ve decided to make a lil list that i’ll most likely add on to as time goes by and i get more info

first of all, i like to completely disregard the sugar coating that disney put on the entire series. for example, their lives on isle would’ve been grittier and much more cruel than what was depicted in the movies ( and somewhat the books ). i personally see all of their parents as emotionally and mentally Abusive ( bc they definitely are?? and melissa’s account of it def made more sense than .. disney’s igvfdn ).

also i like to imagine them? older? because i just cant personally relate to teens anymore so i see them as like 19 in my mind when im reading fics and the like ( especially since the ones ive read have hevie as sexually active ).

i really and truly dislike mal based both on her actions in the first novel and how she behaved in the films ( a lot of people haven’t read the books, but to sum it up, she spent 3/4 of the first novel tormenting evie first in a petty way and then in two (2) seperate life-threatening ways ). this has left me feeling completely cold towards mal and unable to sympathize with her in her tantrum in d2.

now, though i feel this way about mal, i can completely understand why evie wouldnt. it is literally written that evie brought out the best in people ( “The princess possessed a darling giggle that was so entrancing, it brought a smile to haughty Lady Tremaine’s face [...] The ferocious tiger Shere Kahn was practically purring like a contented kitten. And for old time’s sake, Captain Hook bravely stuck his head between Tick Tock’s open jaws, if only so he could make her laugh and hear that lovely peal again. The princess, it would seem, could make even the most horrible villain smile.” ) even when evie ass KNEW mal was planning something and despised her, she STILL did her best to give her the benefit of the doubt i? ? ? ? ?? ??? ? ? a tru queen

i didn’t read rise of the isle of the lost so i’m not 110% sure how harry is characterized in the books, but uhh id die for him ..

and i also dont? think he and mal ever had a thing lol .. just bc thomas and dove are dating that doesnt mean they gotta add in an unnecessary plotpoint ( especially considering how it’s canon in both the books and the movies that mal’s never had a boyfriend before ben .. *eyeball emoji* ) so uhh miss me with that

and i know that hevie is? a crackship? so dont come to me with “hevie aint canon” like huney i know but theres also no canon evidence negating the possibility either

ok so on to the actual hevie hcs .. cos i think about them a lot vfjdnokm

she is 10/10 the one who showed him how to do the scary pirate eyeliner thing ok but in my mind it started out much cleaner so it was just yk liner but then after scrubbing at his eyes so much ( thanks, salty ocean air ) it just became easier to leave it messy

the blue bandana he wears under his hat ? evie’s. kinda like how knights used to wear the colors of their wives/betrothed w/e its like a subtle claim and him making a lowkey gesture and im Weak over it tbh

captain hook ? loves her .. not only because she clearly has Some clout on the isle, espcially since apparently her momma and maleficent are friends now ( ?? idk disney makin shit up ) so hes like ((:: well !! but on the other hand .. evie is just a generally good person and she makes harry happy and shes charming and beautiful and genuine?? ya i see him really vouching for her ( especially since i dont really consider captain hook a real? villain? ig? he just wanted revenge on the immortal brat who literally Sliced Off His Hand and Fed it to a Crocodile ??? ) so !! ya

evil queen def dont approve but uhh what she doesnt know wont hurt her ..

i dont see her getting along with uma like she does so much in a lot of the fics, though, mostly because i feel like uma would resent her at least a little for basically being the person mal replaced uma with, so .. also for snatching half of harry’s time ( cant have a first mate who’s more loyal to someone else than his captain ). i also don’t see harry and uma as a couple, mostly because i imagine she’s at least a few years younger than him .. like everyone else felt older than they were in the movies, but uma def gave off 17 y/o vibes to me ( so did carlos but hes a lil baby and i love him )

that said, she’d get along really well with gil tho cos shes so kind and understanding and i dont see her getting so easily annoyed with him like everyone else does. not to mention she was .. sorta? friends with his older brothers in the first book so vinjdkm. quasi sister for that boi

theres a lot less interference between the vks and the pirates than you’d think? mostly because they keep it a secret from drama queen mal ( cos in my mind, carlos and jay prolly know cos i uhh trust them with info like this ) though i feel like itd especially put a strain on her relationship with jay since he dont like harry and he was friends with mal first so ..

a loooot of quiet moments in his cabin on uma’s ship .. just enjoying each other’s company on his hammock, slowly rocking back and forth, her probably playing with his fingers cos damn

just as many arguments tho cos theyre both hot headed and their personalities clash like a motherfucker honestly like ?? a ton of banter and low-blow comments that end in heated silence until evie cracks and apologizes or harry slowly grins and they kiss and make up wow i love my kiddos

10/10 see him climbing a trellis like a better version of romeo like vbifbhcjndm wherefore art thou, harry hook? bgvfnj anyways ya i see it very vividly in my mind, especially when theyre first getting to know each other .. like they have whispered conversations on her crumbling balcony and in her mind shes like “why does he seem so familiar????” and hes like “wow who IS this girl” and its cute and silly and he teases her the whole time and she teases right back wow !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

deep ass conversations under the stars about what they’d be doing if they were free to go wherever they want .. him talking about sailing the seas as a captain of his own ship and making a name for himself and she realizes as time passes that princes? dont seem very important to her anymore ?? and the more he talks about how wide and vast the ocean is the more appealing it become for her and she begins wishing he’d take her with him sighs

her initiating their first kiss cos uhh pirate or not hes like .. shes a Princess theres no way theres anything between us .. right ?? but obviously she likes him smh silly boy and she rolls her eyes and is like “when are you gonna kiss me?” and he stares at her for a sec before grinning like the roguish pirate he is and doing just that & its surprisingly gentle and uhh reverent BYE

evie willingly kissing him even tho it smear her perfectly applied lipstick ((:: and as an add on to that, evie letting him turn her into a disheveled mess after a thorough makeout session, hair all tangled, lipstick smeared, clothes wrinkled ihbvfnjdm and she lk loves it cos he clearly thinks shes still drop dead gorgeous without all the theatrics her mom ingrained into her mind that she needed to be beautiful ((:: i live and breathe for the acceptance !! wow !!

the angst .. when she goes to auradon .. wow ...... im actually so hurt by it ???? and i def see harry feeling abandoned sighs rip in peace my happy kiddos say hi to pain and suffering (:

doug ? is not a love interest in my mind .. sorry kid .. ur a good friend tho <3 and evie is in auradon watching mal maybe get her happily ever after and evie’s lowkey bitter abt it but obiously doesnt show it cos uhh shes here to love and support her ugli friend !!

harry being a Broody Mess and it making him seem more malicious and vile than before .. easier to enrage, quicker to react .. yk, harry in the movie !

but at the same time !! hes juggling uma’s i-told-you-so’s and trying to find a way to prove himself to his father and wishing evie hadn’t ever left and it being .. no fun at all for him esp with gil muttering about how he wishes evie were around and making the whole situation Worse smh

at the confrontation ohh god !! not the big one with everyone and the wand but before when they took ben ??? damn his eyes RAKED up and down her trying to assess if she was happier without him or if she felt even a little bit of what he did and getting angry when she gets angry over him taking ben i ??!!

evie sneaking away to confront harry personally over it and them getting into a shouting match and leaving things unresolved and WORSE than they’d been before ughhhhh

then ........ few months later boi gets an invite to come to auradon ... color him Surprised over that .. he almost refuses but he thinks of the ship he’s always wanted and quickly packs up his cabin like a second later

evie mentally considering taking harry off the list initially but then remembers that its his only gd chance to get away from the damn isle and out on the sea like he always dreamed & knowing she cant take that chance away from him just cos shes scared to see him again

that got away from me and felt more like fanfic plotting ... but uhh harry being the one who taught her to swordfight cos lbr who else couldve ? jay didnt carry one around until auradon and as far as i know evie didn’t have any sort of fencing lessons ( especially since it was a big deal for lonnie to have been on the team ). so !!

he also taught her a handful of other self-defense maneuvers beyond running and potions that never worked correctly on the isle cos uhh its a shady ass place and hes Worried about her

also he 10/10 calls her princess anyone who disagrees is free to do so but theyre wrong

she repairs his coat All The Time cos boy is always in need of patching up smh BUT she sewed her lil heart with a crown on the inside of his coat right next to where it lays over his heart cos uhh she loves him pce

him bringing her pretty seashells and trinkets he got from the salvage ships .. things like faded gold earrings and necklaces when one time he shows up with this tiny little shard of blue seaglass thats worn into the shape of a heart and she immediately makes it a charm for a bracelet & treasure it above all the other things she has lol !

them being 200% supportive of each other in general and loving one another despite the odds against them??? harry literally willing to risk everything for her ?? her honestly getting tired of hiding him and pretending she doesnt like him and one day just blurting it out to mal and bein like “if you dont like it then that’s just too bad for you” and walking out head held high but deep down freaking the FUCK out bihfnjde and harry being So Proud of her and willing to legitimately fight mal if she gives her shit over it bgvihfnj wow i just .. i just love them so much ..

#hevie #harry x evie #evie x harry #eviarry #???#idk im still working on it #long post #read more cos uhh its .. a lot

31 notes · View notes

luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 years

Text

Night Moves (Part 3)

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences...

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Enjoy!...

“Green team?” asked Dean, holding up a green bandana in the hotel lobby. You unfolded your wrapped up one, knowing the color the second Jess handed it to you.

“Shocking,” you said, holding up a green one. Glancing around all of the couples had been paired off. It didn’t take a genius to see that you and Dean were a team.

“Okay, the scavenger hunt should take about four hours,” said Jess. “You can call the hotel if you get stuck and they’ll give you hints.”

“The winners get a free night here on us. Or if you’re Dean and Y/N, we’ll take you guys out to a nice dinner,” said Sam.

“Trust me, we aren’t gonna win,” said Dean. You were surprised with how confidently he said that. Dean seemed like a smart guy after all.

“Alright, we’ll see you guys later,” said Sam, ushering everyone out of the building. You and Dean walked over to his car, sliding inside and reading your first clue.

“Bar,” you said in unison, Dean heading down the road, watching the other cars take off in different directions.

“So, you uh, nervous about giving a speech tomorrow?” he asked. You shook your head. “That makes one of us.”

“It’s your family Dean, you’ll do fine,” you said, patting him on the leg. “If you turn to a pile of mush, which you won’t, just wink at me or something and I’ll help.”

“Really?” he asked. “You’re awesome.”

“Just tell an embarrassing story and then say how much you love him. That’s all there is to it,” you said. “It won’t be hard.”

“I know. I psych myself out of stuff like that sometimes, ya know?” he asked.

“I got your back. It’s kind of our jobs to look out for each other during this whole thing isn’t it?” you asked. He nodded once but was quiet as you drove. The two of you spotted the little white and gold balloons near the bar entrance as you ran out to grab one of the cards with the next clue. You tore it open when you were back in the car and started reading it when you saw Dean’s fingers wrap around your wrist.

“Sorry for being a dick last night,” said Dean, your head popping up. “I made you miss being with your friends.”

“It’s fine. I got to hang out with my new one,” you said, smiling at him. You handed over the card. “What do you think? This one’s got me stumped.”

It wasn’t that hard to figure out it was the local park you were off to next but Dean seemed sullen that morning. Maybe letting him win this silly game would make him feel better. He read it over for a minute as you realized he was still resting his hand on your arm. You moved yours away, pretending like you had an itch on your other one.

“I say we check out the park,” said Dean, pulling his hand back and heading out again. The park was a little longer of a drive so Dean turned on the radio. You rolled down your window and stuck your hand out, making waves in the air, hearing a tiny chuckle from Dean when he thought you were lost in your own head.

“Looks like the place,” you said, spotting another set of balloons. Both of you got out that time, stretching out as the warm sun tickled your skin.

“Um, I ain’t got a clue on this one sweetheart,” said Dean, holding up the card and handing it over. You thought he was doing the same thing you’d done for him but you quickly scowled. “…and you don’t know either. So now what?”

“We could get a hint,” you said, looking around the nice looking park.

“Or we could ditch,” said Dean. “Unless you’re really into this.”

“There’s ice cream over there,” you said, nodding to the little stand not too far off. Dean smiled and shoved the card in his pocket. You walked over together, enjoying a light breeze, ignoring how Dean’s hand kept brushing up against yours as you walked.

“Two chocolates,” said the man, handing over the cones. You glanced down at your simple sundress, patting the pocket and finding your room key and phone but nothing more.

“I got it,” said Dean, paying for you both. You sighed and walked away, leaning against the railing over the small bridge down the path, trying to keep your ice cream from melting all over your hand. “Hey,” he said, ruffling your head with his free hand when he joined you. “What’s wrong? It’s only a dollar.”

“Yeah but you paid for drinks the other night too,” you said. Dean stopped moving his hand for second before sliding it down and around your shoulders.

“You worry too much. I wanted to do that too,” said Dean. You relaxed and ate your ice cream, watching a few ducks swim around in the water, two in particular looking like they were playing with each other.

You’d like to play with Dean in a pool again someday.

“You’re living in Texas?” asked Dean, leaning over the railing with you. You hummed.

“It’s different than the east coast but I like it. Simpler and all that,” you said.

“I’m in Kansas. We could hang out sometime ya know. Give you a call when Sam and Jess come to visit so we can get together,” he said. Sam and Jess. You two were only ever going to be friends in his eyes. Which was exactly the logical thing to do, to keep it simple and nice and not awkward.

But the awkward thing was being around him didn’t feel awkward. It was like talking with Jess, with your best friend, but better. It was like being around someone that made you smile for no reason at all. Dean kept doing things that were definitely skirting the friendship line and neither one of you seemed to bring it up.

“When was the last time you were on a swing?” he asked, pulling you from your thoughts. You glanced over to a pair of them, Dean already taking hold of your hand and pulling you with him.

“Dean, I’m an adult,” you said, tossing your cone in the trash along the way. Dean chuckled but you let him guide you over and sit you down on the hot seat. He moved behind you and pulled you back, giving you a push, your feet kicking out like second nature. “Alright, maybe this isn’t such a bad idea.”

“Told you so,” said Dean, taking a seat next to you, kicking himself off. You must have sat on those swings and talked for hours, laughing and making inside jokes. Only this time you weren’t talking about Sam and Jess. It was the two of you, sharing stories, going off on tangents about favorite movies and winding up at Dean’s love for pie. You would have stayed on those swings forever if Dean’s phone hadn’t rung. “You’re on speaker Sammy.”

“I’m impressed with your guys’ commitment to the hunt and everything but it’s after four. Rehearsal starts at six,” said Sam. You and Dean panicked as you realized you’d spent the whole day there, quickly hopping off and rushing over to the car. “You two totally forgot, didn’t you.”

“We’re on our way back now. We’ll be there Sammy,” said Dean. He was taking off in a flash and getting you back fast, the both of you practically sprinting through the hotel lobby.

“Dean, you going to drive yourself?” asked a man’s voice as you ran through. “We’re taking off in ten minutes.”

“Dad I’ll be there on time, relax,” said Dean, waving you forward as you held the elevator for him. You got your breath back as you went up, Dean cursing under his breath. “I’ll drive you.”

“Thanks,” you said. “I’ll be about thirty minutes. If it’s too long just go without me. I’ll get a cab.”

“I’ll wait. Green team sticks together,” said Dean, untying the bandana from his wrist as you recalled you were still wearing yours. You untied it and frowned when you saw the strange tan line. “No one will notice.”

“You did,” you said, rushing down toward your room with Dean in tow.

“Trust me, no one looks at you the way I do. You’re fine,” he said, opening the door to his room. “I’ll be down in the lobby.”

Thirty five minutes later you were rushing out of the elevator, still ignoring the comment he made, your heels in hand as you spotted the back of Dean’s head.

“Sorry, I know I’m late,” you said, walking past, spinning around when you didn’t hear him follow. “Come on De-”

He was wearing a suit. Tie loose, nice and relaxed, but still he looked good. You would have blushed at the way you stopped mid sentence if Dean wasn’t devouring you with his eyes. It wasn’t even a new dress but it was simple and black and apparently enough to make Dean’s eyes turn that same shade of green as at the bar.

“We should get going,” you said, breaking the two of you out of your haze, your feet burning a little on the hot blacktop. You wiped off your feet and slipped on your heels in the car, Dean staying quiet as he got you both there with two minutes to spare.

“Not late,” said Dean to Sam who was waiting outside. Dean put a hand on the small of your back as you tried to rush, nearly tripping up the steps if he hadn’t caught you. “Don’t break an ankle sweetheart.”

“Alright, let’s do this.”

The rehearsal went well, not much to it on your part. Dean would walk you down the aisle last before Jess made her way down. She hadn’t bothered with a train so you wouldn’t have to deal with making sure if looked nice in the back. It would be simple really.

A little after seven you, along with most of the guests, were at the hotel restaurant meant for a simple dinner. After the food was done though it quickly turned into a party, people dancing and having fun like the reception was happening tonight.

“Bourbon?” asked Dean, handing you a drink. You laughed as you took it, the two of you leaning up against the wall. He grumbled when an older couple walked over with smirks on their faces.

“Dean, aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend? We haven’t seen you all weekend,” said the man, with a teasing smile.

“Y/N these are-”

“Your parents? We’ve met. I think your dad is just fucking with you,” you said, giving Mary a hug. “Long time no see.”

“Not since New Years. I didn’t realize you and Dean knew each other,” said Mary. Dean opened his mouth but nothing came out. Was he…embarrassed?

“Yeah, we met a few days ago. Yesterday,” you said quickly. You could imagine why Dean had that reaction though. You knew all the Winchesters, had spent time with all of them too, except for Dean that was, the one who never wanted to come to anything. The loner all because of what? Having a reputation for not settling down? “Hey, let’s go dance,” you said, bumping Dean with your elbow, putting your drink down and pulling him after.

You threw your arms around his neck as his fell over your hips, swaying lightly.

“Thanks. I don’t know what that was,” he said, looking away.

“Parents mean well but…I got your back,” you said, taking a step closer. Dean hummed and rested his head on your shoulder, the two of you moving together for one song and then two and then three, never breaking apart.

You took a break and had some more drinks, back and forth between that and dancing, having a good time as that feeling of bravery rushed over you again. You were mid laugh from something he’d just said when you caught his face. He was cupping your cheek and pulling you into a kiss in no time, moving his lips the way you liked.

“Dean, no,” you said, pushing him away, looking up. He was confused in one second and disappointed the next. “I’m going up. I’m not making the same mistake twice.”

You brushed past him and out through the lobby, headed for the elevators. You had just spun around inside when Dean was there, ducking in after. You looked away and back at him, no disappointment in those green eyes now.

“Why exactly am I fucking mistake?” he asked, towering over you. You rolled your eyes and waited for the door to open, glad to get away. “Hey!”

“Drop it Dean,” you said, knowing he was right on your heels. You got your door open and were ready to slam it but he was there, stepping into your room. “Get out.”

“I asked you why I was a mistake,” he said, backing you up against a wall. You looked to the door but he wasn’t budging. “I want to know.”

“Fuck Dean, because Sam and Jess’ wedding is tomorrow. Your brother’s wedding. My best friend’s wedding. This is their day. This is about them. You were just car sex. The rest of it was the universe flipping us off. You didn’t want more. We aren’t anything,” you said. Your stomach dropped at saying that. You were lying if you said you didn’t like him, that he didn’t make you feel certain things that scared you in a good way. Dean was the one that made it clear you weren’t more. He didn’t get to say he changed his mind because he was drunk and horny again.

“Y/N,” said Dean, holding your face in his hands, kissing you long and slow. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he wasn’t doing this because he wanted another hookup. “You…”

“Dean?” you asked, his forehead resting against yours, warm breath spilling over your face. He pulled back and made his eyes hard, moving his hands away.

“You…you were the worst decision of my life. All because my drunk ass felt sorry for that sad, pathetic face. God knows why,” said Dean, clenching his jaw, not caring at all how you couldn’t look him in the eye. “Tomorrow we can be civil and then go our separate ways.”

You couldn’t find any words so you simply nodded, jumping as he slammed your door shut. You got out of your dress and in the shower on autopilot, hoping a cold shower would bring you back to yourself. If you’d learned anything about Dean over the past few days, it was how poorly he felt about himself. You had to call him a mistake when you thought anything but, when under any other circumstances you’d be walking over to apologize and trying to fix whatever new emotional scar he was surely going to carry with him.

You would have gone over. You wanted to. But Jess warned you years ago about Dean. He had said it himself not five minutes ago. He was drunk that first night. He was drunk tonight. He didn’t actually want you, only a warm body to spend the night with.

So why did it hurt so much?

A/N: Read the last part here!

@meghan-brannon @kdfrqqg @miatortilla246 @wantingtobekorra@one-more-juliet @safehaven1097@anokhi07 @xxwinchester-22xx@charliebradbury1104@everyday-supernatural-af @squirels-angels-and-moose @youwerelikeadream@drugpug @darkx143@kristaparadowski @tom-is-in-my-tardis@tanithlowisabamf@smoothdogsgirl @dancingalone21 @ktrivia @demonic-meatball @feelmyroarrrr @cojootromuelle @gallifreyansass@fangirl1802@itstheprincess @casgetoutofmydiddlydarnass@mogaruke@secretlyfurrydragon @perpetualabsurdity @ria132love@heycassbutt-67@aingealcethlenn @docharleythegeekqueen @missmotherhen@smacklesandstretch67 @ceeceewinchester @tumblinwith-me @xfanqirlinq@heaven-is-aplaceonearthwithyou@hey-um-misha @bennyyh@acreativelydifferentlove@imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @lovelife-tothefullest@under-general-asthetics @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels @missdestiel67@evyiione@jensenackesl @xxxdevine-demonsxxx @ayeeitsemry@mac5323@bellastellaluna @atc74 @captainemwinchester@lemonadegazeelle @nanie5 @idalinette @maximoffangel-girl@quiddy-writes @sassyspn67 @arryn-nyxx @pureawesomeness001 @writergirl909 @procrastinating-my-life-away @poukothenerd @lizwinchester16 @lisssays @lovecke @af112992 @mickey-m399 @dakota-dream @elsatxx

572 notes · View notes

askmissthunder · 7 years

Photo

*sigh*

Might as well get on with it. This is gonna be long one, folks.

It all started when up-and-coming crime boss, Alonzo Fortunato put a hit out on me.

You see, his grandfather, Vincent "The Hammer" Fortunato used to scuffle with my Nan back in her Miss Thunder days. He was the crime king of Ocean City and every time Nan would bust whatever scheme or heist he was planning, he'd use his money and influence to get away scot-free.

Eventually, his luck caught up with him in the end as my grandparents (Miss Thunder and the Recluse) dismantled most of his operations, taking away his grip on the gangs and dirty cops. Fortunato fled the country rather than face justice for his crimes but luckily for him, World War II reared its head, taking away my grandparents' attention away from him.

That's where Alonzo comes in. He's basically grown up to hate Miss Thunder due to her "disgracing their family". So, he came to America and basically started a one-man takeover of the organized crime in Ocean City. Although, he's on the up-and-up in the public eye as a business man, in private, he's making deals and busting heads to grab whatever bit of power he can get.

I wasn't aware of the hit until Talon did some sneaking around on my behalf after The Buzzards and El Toro teamed up to try and take me down (Which was very odd because I knew for a fact that El Toro's gang was in an almost constant power battle with the Buzzards for territory). While she didn't find out who had actually set up the hit, it definitely explained why everyone was gunning for me out of the blue.

A few other small fry gangs popped up to claim the bounty but I put them down just as fast as they came. Until one day, while out on patrol, I saw a white van driving very erratically, going over sidewalks and sending pedestrians scrambling for cover. I assumed it had to be either some sort of malfunction or the driver was drunk or stoned out of their mind.

The van made its way to the warehouse district where I landed right in front of it, snatching it up in the air. The tires were still spinning in high speed as if the driver was slamming his foot down on the gas.

"Okay, squire!", I scolded in my best Miss Thunder Cockney accent, "You're not goin' anywhere so just ease on down!"

The engine only revved louder and louder above my head.

"Oi! Knock it off! Playtime's over!"

I slowly rolled and positioned the van where I could peer into the driver's side. There was no one there. Instead, on the head rest, was a metallic box with the words "FRONT TOWARD ENEMY" and a large digital timer ticking down.

0:04...

0:03...

0:02...

Before I could chuck the van in the air, it exploded in my face with a deafening bang, rattling buildings and shattering nearby windows. Any oncoming traffic stopped dead in its tracks as both drivers and pedestrians ran for their lives

Of course, I had to be told this after it was all said and done, as all I could hear was a high pitched ringing and smoke completely obscured my vision as I coughed up whatever debris went down my throat. Other than that, I was only mildly singed.

I could barely comprehend what was going on as I staggered out onto the road. Before I could catch my bearings, I immediately felt a stinging jolt slam onto my back, making me stumble slightly.

Thanks to the ringing, I could only just barely hear a deep male voice laugh as if it were a block away.

"Damn, Red! You were right! She is a tough one!"

A female voice replied, "I told you, Woodsman. I still think we should have charged extra for any additional labor."

The male replied, "Nah, nothing wrong with a little more exercise. Besides, it'd be no fun if every superhero we gutted went down without a fight. What do you think, Wolf?"

A noise that sounded like a cross between an animal growl and a jet turbine charging up responded.

"Heh heh! My thoughts exactly!", the male replied.

As the wind started picking up, clearing some of the smoke, I could see my attackers as they sauntered in my direction, a trio of shadows coming into focus.

The female, "Red", was short and lean, wearing a black skintight jumpsuit covered by a long red hooded cloak. Her lower face was covered by what looked like a samurai mask as crimson as her cloak. She carried in her arms a large wicker basket.

The male, "Woodsman", was much taller and burly with a thick beard and a bandana covering his scalp. He wore a bulletproof vest under his dark sleeveless trench coat. His arms seemed to be mechanical as they were bright silver and far larger that any average human arms. He leaned a massive two-handed axe over his shoulders, the blade crackling with blue energy, smiling wickedly as his mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes.

The last, who I presume had to be "Wolf", looked like a massive robot werewolf, nearly as tall as me, its metallic skin shone brightly in the sun. It dragged its claws along the pavement, leaving a long trail of sparks as it walked, staring at me with intense red eyes.

I tried my best to stand steady and look tough but all I could sputter out was:

"Who *Cough cough* are *wheeze* you jerks?"

Red's eyes narrowed , "We are the Red Riding Gang and, on behalf of our, let's say, 'benefactor', we're here to put you down, Fatty."

I spat out whatever grime was in my mouth and smirked, "Other bad'uns have been trying that for a few weeks now."

Woodsman grinned, "We're not like the other guys. The riff-raff here don't hold a candle to a trio of Professional Hero Killers."

" 'Hero Killers', eh? Then why haven't I heard of you?"

"Oh, everyone will soon enough, once we deliver your head to our boss.", Red replied, waving me off and turning towards their robotic companion. "Wolf, if you don't mind?"

The metallic monstrosity got down on all fours, his front claws digging into the pavement as it opened its mouth, letting out a blast of sonic energy right at me. Let me tell you, it was agonizing. Imagine having two rock show speakers being played at full volume right next to your ears, playing every conceivable sound you can imagine. I presume I let out a scream but it was lost in the cacophony of sound.

Despite the noise, I could still concentrate enough to see but even that didn't last long as I saw a shimmer of light creep up near me. I realized it was Red's cloak (using some sort of stealth technology like the alien in that Schwarzenegger movie) as it opened up, revealing herself as she pulled out two metal balls from her basket and threw them in my face, exploding in a bright flash.

So now, along with not being able to hear, I couldn't see, leaving me completely disoriented as I could feel something hot strike me across the face, knocking me down to my knees.

The deafening blast had finally stopped but all I could hear was a high pitched "EEEEEEEEE". My vision was slowly returning but I could really see where blurry shapes in a landscape of muted colors. I couldn't get my bearings as I felt two more blows of what I assumed was Woodsman's axe. While it didn't cut me, the energy surrounding the weapon gave it quite a wallop as I stumbled on all fours.

Struggling to get a grip on the situation after the hitting stopped, I tried my hardest to focus my vision. I instantly regretted it as I could make out Woodsman and Red both carrying a massive bazooka-like weapon. It looked like something out of a Sci-Fi movie or like a weapon an Image Comics character would wield. But I knew I didn't have long before they used it on me as I could see a bright red light emanate from deep within the barrel.

Between the sonic blast, the flashbang grenades and the blows to the head, getting back up on my feet felt like I was trying to swim through quicksand. I looked behind me and saw some dock workers scrambling for cover. My protective instincts kicked in as I could faintly hear myself scream, "EVERYONE, GET BAC-"

The words died in my mouth as my world became nothing but red light and intense searing heat.

Time seemed like it stretched on forever as I could feel my body float through the air. My vision came and went as opening my eyes felt like it took every ounce of energy I had but I could see that the blast had rocketed me into the air, soaring between the skyscrapers. My mind was trying desperately to get my body to move or try to stop my descent but I just felt numb and sluggish. It wasn't long before I saw the Sand Dune Colosseum approaching closer and closer.

"Oh no....", I remember vaguely thinking, "This is gonna hurt...."

I didn't have too long to dwell on that thought as I smashed through the ceiling with a terrible crash and blacked out completely. I'm not sure for how long but what was probably only minutes felt like hours.

It was the feeling of water gently splashing against my face that stirred me. While the loud "EEEEEE" was still buzzing in my ears, it had died down enough that I could hear men yelling and running off in the distance, more than likely frightened by the enormous butterball of a woman crashing down on them.

I cracked my eyes open slightly (it was far too bright to take in all at once) and saw that I had landed in the middle of the showers in a locker room, laying on my side. I must have caused quite a bit of collateral damage as I not only created a giant hole in the ceiling but had knocked out one of the shower heads, spraying a powerful stream of water like Niagara Falls against the opposite wall.

Despite all that, I could hear a small voice above the din. "Miss Thunder?"

My eyes following the voice's location, I gave a small gasp as I realized it was Eli crouching down beside me. I had forgotten that the OCW (Eli's wrestling stable) had a show that weekend and were using the Colosseum's facilities.

"Miss Thunder? Are you okay?", he asked again.

I had once asked Eli if he knew anything about the local superhero population on the East Coast, particularly the Ocean City Three (or the OC3 for short), made up of Red Rabbit, Talon and Miss Thunder. He had told me no but he assumed I must've been a fan of Miss Thunder since I had so many clipped newspaper articles about her on my fridge.

I had blushed and said, "Well, there's not many heroes that are fat, or.... at all, really, so it's pretty refreshing to see someone like her Fighting the Good Fight."

My mind snapping back to the present in the showers, I groaned and tried my best to sit up. "Ohhh....I'll be fine, guv'nor. I just need to get me bearings again."

"Here. Let me help you.", he said as he helped me sit up against the shower wall.

Eli then let out a strange startled gasp as he jumped back away from me, his eyes suddenly boring in right on me like a cat spotting a mouse.

Confused by the sudden shift in his demeanor, I rubbed the side of my sore face, trying to lighten the tension. "I hope I'm not bleedin'. That'd be a first."

He then uttered a word that hit me like a punch to the gut.

"P...Penny?"

The world seemed to freeze around me. Touching my face, I was utterly mortified to feel that the left side of my mask had been torched off during the blast.

He walked back towards the wall behind him, his eyes never leaving me as he spoke my name again, this time with a more accusatory tone to it. His breathing was becoming more and more rapid as if he were having some sort of panic attack.

"P-Penny, wha...what is this? What the hell is this?!"

My eyes must've gone as wide as dinner plates as I scrambled to my feet as best as I could, yanking my scarf over my mouth. What ever fatigue I felt before left me in an instant as panic surged through my body. "I...I...I'm sorry, I gotta go!"

I hear him call out my name again but I don't face him. Instead, I leap out of the hole in the ceiling and hightailed it out of there. Not my most inspiring moment but you have to understand, I was scared out of my wits and had a literal "Fight or Flight" moment. I chose to fly (or jump, in this case).

It was as my aching, sore body was on autopilot, running on pure adrenaline and fear as I leapt to the first place I thought of: Red Rabbit's flat.

Red Rabbit, being from a rather well-off family, owns a large loft apartment complete with a balcony and double doors large enough to accommodate my super wide frame. Thankfully, she was doing some homework on the balcony when I arrived, calling her name tearfully.

"Oh my God!", she exclaimed, seeing my torn, dirty and singed costume, "Penny, what happened?!"

I could barely speak as I landed, my words turning into loud blubbering as I buried my face onto her outdoor sofa. I could feel her dainty hands on my shoulder as she knelt down beside me.

"Calm down, Pen.", she said softly, "Just breathe and tell me what happened."

It probably took half an hour because I was so distraught but I spilled my guts about everything that happened earlier. The van bomb, the Red Riding Gang, getting my arse kicked, the laser cannon, crashing through the Colosseum's roof and Eli finding out about my identity.

"Oh...oh, Cassie...", I sniffled, "I fucked up. I fucked up so bad."

"Babe, it's okay", she says with that familiar sisterly voice, "It'll be fine but.... well, you really need to sort this out."

"How? You weren't there, Cass. You didn't see the look in his eyes. All that hurt, that....anger."

"Well, you can't hide from Eli forever. You owe it to him, as his girlfriend, to explain yourself. "

"B...but...what if he....if he..."

She sat up straight on the sofa and sighed, "If, and that's only an IF, worse comes to worse, you come right back over here and we'll order from all the pizza joints in town. Hell, we'll get every flavor of ice cream to go along with it and stuff ourselves silly."

I let out an amused snort. The levity I always hear in her voice always tends to brighten up the darkest of situations.

Rabbit went ahead and called Eli for me, arranging a meeting between the two of us in an hour, atop the Colosseum. We shared a hug before I took off, dreading what would probably be one of the toughest conversations I've ever had in my life.

The sun had already set by the time I arrived, the city lights popping on one by one. Looking over the roof's edge, I could see the hole I made when I crashed. Even though most buildings have insurance in the case of superpowered collateral damage, when this is all said and done, I need to apologize to the building owners for the mess I made.

I couldn't dwell too long about the hole as a distinct male voice spoke up from behind me.

"Penny."

I heard none of the usual warmth or humor in that voice. I took a deep breath, peeled off what was left of my ruined mask and turned around.

There was Eli, his arms crossed with a sour look on his face. It was his eyes that really struck me. A million emotions must have been going through his head as his eyes ranged from angry to sad to confused.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, I finally spoke up.

"Hey..."

Eli sneered and let out a sharp "ruff" as he started pacing back and forth. I stood my ground and watched as he stomped towards the edge of the building, peering out into the city skyline, as if he didn't even want to face me.

"How long?", he asked sternly.

I wanted to speak but I could feel an all-too familiar wave of anxiety and dread overwhelm me. My mind felt like a complete blank as if whatever explanation I had conjured up for the last hour or so had vanished, leaving me alone with my very angry, maybe-soon-to-be-ex boyfriend. All I could muster was a bunch of half-hearted "Ummm"s and "Uhhhh"s.

"How long have you been like this?!", he asked again loudly.

I could feel hot tears stream down my face as I could barely squeak out, "S...S...Since I came to O...Ocean City...".

He whipped around and "ruffed" again. Despite his anger, his eyes were also filled with tears.

"So all that stuff about needing the wheelchair, having some sort of 'condition'? That was all a lie? Huh?!"

I could only nod as I practically whispered. "Yes. Yes, I lied to you. I didn't want you to find out about...."

I gestured to my costume, "...this".

He growled out in a low voice, "Why? Did you think I was too stupid to understand? Did you think I couldn't handle it?"

I choked out, "No! God, no! Eli, I...I...I didn't want you to get hurt."

"BY LYING TO ME?!", he bellowed. "By making me think you were some...helpless girl that needed some idiot to take care of her? Why?! Did you enjoy making me think that you actually cared about me? By making me worry about how you were, if you needed help? But no! Apparently, you're that...that Miss Thunder hero! The same girl that can punch cars and leap into the sky! You were fine this whole time! I used to get worried sick when I would think about you being all alone in your apartment, too big to take care of yourself! But nope! Looks like you can move around fine this whole fucking time! What the hell is the matter with you?! Is that all I am to you?! Just some...some servant boy?!"

Hearing him of all people yell at me was the final straw to an already shitty day as I fell to my knees and sobbed, burying my face in my hands. How could I have been so stupid? So utterly fucking stupid?

The world around me seemed to fade away, the lights dimmed, the sounds of traffic disappeared. All that was left was Eli's angry voice and my own thoughts screaming at me a barrage of insults and putdowns. It felt like every negative thought I ever had was coming at me at once.

You're a disgrace....

Stupid fat whore...

He'll never love you....

Everybody would be better off without you...

I felt as if I would be overwhelmed in those thoughts like sinking in a mudhole before I finally found my voice again. I shouted out the only thing that came to my mind, "I did it to protect you! They'll kill you if they find out about you!"

He stopped in his tracks, "Wha...what do you mean?"

"In...in the comics I read, every time the hero's friends or family find out about their secret identity, the bad guy will...kidnap them or torture them or...kill them. I didn't want that to happen to you! I didn't want for you to get mixed up with me being Miss Thunder! You've had enough bad things go on in your life, I didn't want to add more! I...I don't want you to end up like Gwen Stacy....".

After taking a moment to catch my breath, I blurted out, "Eli...you...you're one of the best things that ever happened to me. I....I thought for so long that....I was just gonna end up all alone. That no one would ever want me or love me. But then...you came into my life. You deserve some sort of medal, Eli. I mean, who would want to be the boyfriend of a giant blob? Some....stupid freak?"

The world was slowly creeping back to my senses but all I could focus on was the short, tanned-skin boy in front of me.

"Eli...you have every right to be mad. Absolutely every right. I've should've told you right from the start. You were brave enough to tell me about being part dog, I should've been brave enough to tell you I was Miss Thunder. But...but I'm not. I'm...I'm just a coward..."

I hung my head and wept bitterly, fully expecting Eli to walk away. Walk away from the hot mess in front of him and get some stability back in his life. But to my surprise, he trotted up to me and placed his hand under my cheek.

"Penny...", he said, the tears flowing down his face as well, "It...it's okay."

I looked him right in the eyes as he let out a deep sigh, "I get it. I...I guess I understand why you would hide...this...from me. I guess it would be hard to explain."

I shook my head and muttered. "No....please don't..."

Deep down, I didn't want him to forgive me. Scream at me, hit me, hate me but don't forgive me. I felt as if I didn't deserve it. Not after all this time together.

"Hey, hey. Hear me out first.", he whispered. "Penny, I escaped from a lab that put me through some rough shit on a regular basis, I survived in the streets alone for over a year, I fight guys twice my size in a packed stadium for a living."

His face slowly formed a smile, "Tell me. Do you honestly think some jerkoff in a silly costume is gonna scare me? That they, of all people, are gonna put down the Black Dog?"

I tried to smile back but I guess my emotions got the better of me as I only wept harder as I wrapped my arms around him.

"I...I'm sorry, Eli! I'm sorry! I'm sorry..."

He quietly shushed me as he stroked my hair, "It's okay, Penny. I forgive you."

Eli gave me a smooch on my forehead as our gazes locked, our eyes red from all the tears.

"Can...can we make a promise with each other, though?", he asked timidly.

I sniffled, "Anything, E."

"Can we promise not to keep...secrets from each other anymore?"

I nodded eagerly as I squeezed him tighter, "I promise."

Eli let out a surprised "Oof!" before I realized I was embracing him too hard.

"Oh! Sorry!", I squealed, immediately releasing him. He didn't look too angry though as he gave a short laugh.

"So I wasn't imagining it. You ARE stronger than you look!", he grinned, shaking some feeling back into his arms.

After spending a few moments to try and calm ourselves, Eli cracked his knuckles and asked, "Now then, who were the people that threw you into the locker room and how hard do I kick their asses?"

"No.", I said sternly as I wiped my nose and rose back up to my feet, towering over Eli, "How hard do WE kick their arses?"

I led Eli, now donning his Black Dog outfit, to the scene of the attack. The place was surrounded by cops and emergency crews, sifting through the debris. Not wanting to deal with the police at the moment, Eli and I hung back in a nearby alleyway. We were both disturbed to see that the entire warehouse block behind me during the laser blast was utterly demolished, only scorched earth left in its wake.

"Penny", Eli questioned in a solemn whisper, "You got hit by whatever did that?"

"Yup.", I answered, my skin still felt a bit tingly from the laser's heat.

Immediately, Eli dropped down on his hands and knees and started sniffing the ground.

"Wha-what are you doing?", I asked, trying to sort out his strange actions.

"Tracking.", he said almost monotonely.

After a few minutes, he perked his head up. "You said these guys looked like robot people, right?"

"Well, cyborgs, technically but yes. Why? You got something?"

*Sniff Sniff*

"Oil..."

*Sniff!*

"Metal shavings......"

*SNIFF*

"Claymore mine explosive powder!"

He shot up to his feet and pointed east, further into the warehouse district. "That way!"

I scooped him up in my arms and leaped into the air. Although he clung to me tightly, Eli looked rather amused by the experience. "Wow!", he yelled over the wind, "Is this how you get around as Miss Thunder?"

I nodded, "Fun, isn't it?"

He grinned, "Go higher!"

Leaping on top of a tall construction crane, I dug my heels in and went soaring across the night sky. Although Eli would've enjoyed spending all night leaping over the city, he knew we still had a task to to do first as he gave a loud *SNIFF* and pointed at a dim-looking warehouse coming below us.

"There!", he shouted.

I landed as gracefully as I could atop the building across the street. Eli hopped down from my arms and started sniffing rapidly, his nose pointing directly at the warehouse.

"They're in there for sure!", he growled, his tail wagging in anticipation, "I can smell explosives and gun powder!"

"Excellent!", I exclaimed, patting Eli on the back.

"What now? How do we get in there?"

I crossed my arms and closed my eyes, trying to think of a good strategy for us to not only catch the Red Riding Gang with their trousers down but leave without any further injuries. The last thing I want is for Eli to get hurt in his first superhero outing. It wasn't long before an idea popped in my head.

"Come here, E. I think I've got something..."

After a good long while of plotting, we both crept across the street and peered through one of the dirty windows. Although it was dimly lit, we could make out Red and Woodsman drinking beer and watching a small TV, their backs to us. Their tall RoboWolf companion was facing the back entrance, standing as still as a statue.

We both gave a curt nod to each other as Eli scurried around the back while I jumped to the top of the neighboring building. From up there, I could keep an eye on things as Eli threw one small pebble after another at the back door.

I assumed Wolf must've heard the racket as I could hear loud stomping from inside. As the door swung open, Eli spun around and shook his bum at the robot.

"Yoo-hoo!", he taunted, sticking his tongue out and gave his bottom a smack.

Wolf must've not liked that as it gave a growl like a truck backfiring and leaped after Eli, who made a mad dash towards the nearby alleyway. I was impressed by Eli's deft maneuvering through the alley as he ran on all fours, leaping over trash cans and using the fire escape to swing like an acrobat.

Just as Wolf was beginning to close the gap between them, I made my move. Timing it just right, I stepped over the edge of the building and landed right on top of Wolf, completely crushing them under my near half-ton frame. It was a bit messier than I intended as I got drenched with oil and pieces of metal went everywhere, making a frightfully loud crash.

When the dust cleared, Eli and I gave each other a thumbs up before I grabbed him and leaped to the top of the warehouse. He then put his ear to the roof to use his doggy hearing to listen inside.

"There's a male voice saying, 'What the fuck was that?!' ", he dictated, "Now a female is saying, 'You stay put! I'll go check it out!' ".

"Perfect.", I whispered as I readied myself for the next part of the plan.

I stood by the edge of the roof, looking out towards the city lights. Now it was my turn to act as bait as I kept still for what felt like almost ten minutes, no doubt enough time for Red to discover Wolf's crushed body. I slowly turned around and scanned the rooftop for that familiar shimmer. While I saw nothing out of the ordinary, Eli stepped out of the shadows and started to slowly creep on his tip-toes in my direction.

"Blimey! It sure is a miracle I survived that laser blast!", I said out loud, trying to wipe off some of the oil on my legs. "That Red Riding Gang is pretty tough, alright! Maybe I should just let them take me in for the bounty!"

Eli stood still for a moment and tapped his finger in the air. "The "air" between us suddenly became distorted. "You know, you really shouldn't wear perfume when you're on the job.", he whispered.

Grabbing a hold of the invisible cyborg in front of him, he bent over backwards and performed a German Suplex on Red, slamming her hard on the ground. (You can thank Eli for telling me some of his wrestling moves)

She groaned as her cloak's stealth mode wore off but Eli wasn't finished with her as he yanked her up by her arm and swung her in an Irish whip in my direction. She bounced off my belly and staggered back only to be clotheslined in the face by Eli, knocking off her lower samurai mask. If she wasn't a murderous killer-for-hire, I'd say Red had an actually pretty face.

Not giving her a chance to regain her composure, Eli sprung on top of her, sitting on her back and twisted her leg back in a rather painful angle.

"Ahh! Get the fuck off of me!", she yelled, wriggling like a captured animal.

"No!", Eli shouted back, "Not until you stop trying to kill Miss Thunder!"

"Screw you, asswipe! We're not going to lose out on our payday, you little shi-OW OW OW!", Red hollered as Eli twisted her leg further.

After what felt like an eternity of Eli twisting and Red writhing in pain, she finally shrieked out , "FINE! FINE! THE HIT'S OFF! WE WON'T KILL MISS THUNDER!! LET GO OF ME, PLEASE!!!"

Eli finally released her as she rolled on her back, rubbing her sore leg, wincing loudly. "Goddamn! You almost broke my leg, you jerk!"

"You got off easy.", Eli growled.

Red turned towards me and smirked, "You know it doesn't matter if we don't kill you! Everyone wants a piece of that slimeball Fortunato's money and they'll just keep on coming and coming for you!"

"So! It's Alonzo Fortunato who put out the hit, I see!", I stated with a smile.

The color drained from Red's face as she realized what she had just admitted. I knelt down and patted her face. "Thank you for that information. Now, Eli, if you would do the honors?"

Eli then pulled her up to her feet and kicked her hard in the stomach. But as she knelt over, Eli spun around (his back to her), grabbed her head and dropped to his bum on the ground, slamming her face into his shoulder, knocking her out cold.

"Whoa-ho-ho!", I exclaimed, "What move was that?"

He smiled, "Some move I saw from a wrestler down South. I don't know what it's called but I like it!"

"All right, Mr. Black Dog. We're not done yet. There's still one last thorn in my side..."

Hopping back to the ground and sticking to the shadows, we could already hear Woodsman starting to get a bit...well, paranoid.

"Red?! Wolf?! What the hell are you guys doing out there?!", he called out in the middle of the warehouse floor, clutching his axe tightly, "You assholes better not be fucking with me!"

He spun in a slow circle, his eyes wide with fear as sweat drenched his brow. "For God's sake, give me a some sort of sign!"

I did as he asked and slid Wolf's head, ripped clean from its shoulders, across the floor behind him. He yelped with a jump, cursing up a storm. "Ah, fuck me! Oh shit shit shit!"

Panting loudly, he dropped the axe and went immediately for the laser cannon. It was a bit too unwieldy for him to handle alone but he still managed to heft it up on his shoulders. I could see that same red light start to glow from within the barrel.

"You fat bloated tramp! I know it's you! Get the fuck out here! Get out here or, I swear to God, I'll blow this whole fucking neighborhood up!"

The cannon was now starting to hum with a unsettling drone. "YOU HEAR ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT?! BELIEVE ME, I'LL DO IT!"

Channeling my best Frank Miller Batman, I whispered behind his ear, "I believe you."

As Woodsman spun around, his face came immediately in contact with both my and Eli's fists, rocketing him across the warehouse and through the brick wall, landing in a heap on the road outside. It was a punch that would've made Sal Buscema proud.

We then tied up Red and Woodsman on top of the scrap pile that was now Wolf and watched as the police picked them up from atop the roof. Seeing the paddy wagon drive down the street, I gave a sigh of relief that had been building up for hours now and laid down on my back, gazing up at the night sky.

Eli followed suit but his eyes were only on me. He cleared his throat, "So....."

While the immediate threat was taken care of, the fact that Eli now knew I was Miss Thunder was still a big elephant in the room.

I rolled on my side to face him. I know we cleared the air between us earlier but what now? How do we go forward with our relationship as Eli is now one of the very few people that knows my secret identity?

"This is what you do when you're not at school? Or hanging out with me and your friends?", he asked quietly. It was hard to read his face. Was he still a little upset?

"Umm...yeah. I'm...I'm Miss Thunder when you're not around. Wha...what do you think?", I replied, stammering.

"You mean you fight bad guys and get to save people? Like in your comics?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Just like the comics."

A smile slowly crept onto his face. "I think that's pretty damn cool."

"R...Really?", I said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Hearing him say that felt like a huge weight had fallen off my chest and I wasn't quite sure how to mentally process it.

"Mmm-hmm", he nodded back, his smile growing by the second. He scooted closer to me and tried his best to wrap his arms around me. "I guess I'm a lucky guy."

"How so?"

" 'Cause not only do I get to date the prettiest girl in the world, I get to date the raddest superhero too."

I couldn't hide my tears any longer as my face started to blush.

"Oh, Eli..."

I pulled him in closer as our lips met, the city lights shining down on the two of us.

As we parted, Eli cleared his throat again, looking a bit nervous. "What's the matter, E?", I asked, puzzled by his expression.

"Do...do you think we could go....jumping around the city again? That...that was really fun."

I couldn't help but laugh as I sat up. I pointed towards my back and motioned with my head. "Hop on."

He grinned as he climbed on, piggyback style, as I rose to my feet.

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

With that, I bounded high amongst the sparkling Ocean City skyline.

youtube

#Feel so much better now #guess we better change the OC3 to the OC4 #ask miss thunder #I love you Eli #oh you want to type something?#go right ahead #I love u 2 Penny #Aww sweetie...

1 note · View note