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Whumpril 2023 - Day 3 | Knife to Throat
Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral)
Words: 709
Warnings: allusion to abduction, mentions of death
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Trips to town were the best. It was when you’d get away from the gang life and met other people to find out what had been going on the past weeks. Of course for Ben they weren’t always as fun because being wanted he had to make sure no one spotted him or be ready to flee if that happened. But still you were glad that he came with you so you could enjoy the day together with your husband. Of course you weren’t going for long walks in all the areas but to do some shopping or having a meal or drink together.
Today you had just left the little restaurant of the hotel and were on your way back to your horses to leave when you suddenly felt someone grab you from behind. Just as you wanted to let out a scream a hand came over your mouth and you felt a knife against your throat. You winced in fear and tried to glance to Ben, knowing he’d be helping you any second now but you saw that he was in the same situation.
“Well, would you look at who we got here” the man behind Ben spoke “This is paying out really well”
“Let’s see if you think the same way in a few minutes” there was a smirk on his face and you only hoped he had a plan.
“Now you hand over all your valuables”
“How do you plan to get ‘em if you’re holding us, huh?” something bumped into you and a third man was now suddenly in front of you
“I’ll take care of that”
“Oh well, I could have realized there’s a third idiot around” you threw a glance at your husband, silently begging him to cut the comments or they might get you into further trouble. Hoping it would appease your attackers you started rummaging your pockets for money.
“Looks like at least one of you’s clever” the man in front of you sneered as he snatched your purse away and inspected it. Then he expectantly turned to Ben.
“If you’re gonna rob me, you better do it correctly and do rob me. I ain’t giving anything to you”
“Ben” you hissed and winced when the guy kneed him in the stomach. But at least he then searched your husband and took away his valuables and even the gun.
“Oh now you’ve done it”
“We’d be mad to leave you this” he took out the Hand of God and examined it. Ben only smirked
“You do know the gun’s cursed, right?” oh my he just never shut up… the man pointed the gun at Ben
“I suggest you better shut up and you might get out of this alive”
“You don’t have any good reason to kill me. If you had a quarrel with me you’d have long said something. And I doubt you could get a bounty for me without being arrested yourself”
“No but I might just kill you because I want you. You and your friend here” while he appeared calm and unbothered on the outside, you knew your husband was furious that they threatened you like this.
“Alright, let’s go” the one behind you said and gave you a nudge before starting to walk backwards
“What are you doing?”
“Just an insurance you’re not getting any ideas, Wade”
“If you hurt…”
“We get it. It’s all up to you. We do nothing if you do nothing” you heard him growl but he remained calm “Now you just keep on walking to your horse and ride away and no one gets hurt here” Ben was released and he threw a short glance at you and again you silently begged him to not do something stupid and finally he turned back around and walked away towards the horses. You let out a breath of relief
“Don’t you worry. We’ll let you go in a couple minutes once we know he’s gone for sure” you frowned because there was no guarantee Ben would continue riding once he was out of side but you didn’t need to tell them that. All that counted was that you got away. If they even planned to let you go in the first place…
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I think of Alt!Peter and I smile, then I imagine Peter sobbing in Wade's arms at the memory of Uncle Ben, even murmuring something about wishing Ben never died. And Wade can't say anything because he knows, and he's met, the person Peter would've become if Ben wasn't murdered. Wade just... Holds him in silence, and then I frown.
yeah this made me frown too.
i think wade feels a lot of complicated emotions about uncle ben, actually. like huge. like, he's lost a lot of sleep over it.
like, existentialism. i think uncle ben gives wade just a bit of existential crisis. i think wade thinks about uncle ben a lot more than he cares to mention. he might even think about uncle ben more than peter does. the guilt is fresh. peter's had time to grieve, and make peace with it. but for wade, it's still fresh.
both wade and peter have the guilt of ben's death on their shoulders. isn't that funny? the start of wade's "betterment" arc also starts with uncle ben's death. just like peter's.
so, uncle ben is both of their origin stories. being "responsible" for uncle ben's death puts both of them on the hero's path, or whatever.
the crux of wade and peter's moral dynamic is kind of that. without uncle ben's death, they're the same. and, now, with uncle ben's presence in wade's life, however brief, it put wade on the same trajectory as spider-man.
i do often think about how aware wade is about this. that he's the product of having never been loved properly. and he knows, if he had a loving family like peter's - maybe his life would've been different.
i think the interesting thing that keeps wade awake at night is that - despite having all of the things wade longed for - a loving father figure who accepted peter and cared for him - peter could still wind up like wade. wade probably rotates it in his mind - that wade ran away from a father that never loved him - but peter ran away from a father who wanted nothing more than to embrace him.
and i think this is the interesting thing - that things aren't quite so black and white – peter was loved so he's a hero, wade wasn't loved so he can't be a hero - both wade and peter subvert that entirely. it's not just about circumstance. it's about decisions. it's about actions. and wade isn't entirely convinced of that. that he has the power to change just by the choices he makes. he has a nagging feeling that tells him he is what he is. and he'll never be more. the book has been written, and he's a product of what made him.
i think he laments that he couldn't have known someone like uncle ben, and it might've done him a world of good. but i think it isn't too late for wade to feel the love and acceptance of uncle ben in his life. even with uncle ben gone.
i think wade transcends that. he's like a love sponge. every morsel of love he gets, it goes so much further than with anyone else. he soaks it up, like sunlight. so i think wade can very quickly make-up for all those loveless years, with all the love that he's getting now.
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Centerfold
It’s 1973, and you are the assistant to the most famous photographer in the U.S., who just happens to be doing the photoshoot for Playgirl Magazine’s first-ever centerfold. Who better to start things off with a bang than America’s favorite superhero?
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Reader
Word Count: 2823
Warnings: None except the usual smut 😊
Fic header was made for me by the FANTASTIC @editsbymichele (Instagram) - thank you again, my friend, you ROCKED IT as always!!!💕
1973 was a wild year.
U.S. troops pulled out of Viet Nam. Secretariat won the Triple Crown. The Supreme Court ruled on Roe vs. Wade. The Watergate hearings began and Nixon swore ‘he was not a crook.’
And Soldier Boy became the first Playgirl centerfold.
The magazine launched in 1973, putting men on display in a way that had always been reserved for women. And what better way to kick things off than to get the country’s biggest supe to pose buck naked for every thirsty fan to see?
Your 1973 had been eventful so far, as well. A struggling professional photographer, you had applied to be assistant to the eccentric and extremely famous photographer Giada Ricci, never dreaming that you’d get the job. But she had been impressed by your work, hired you on the spot, and you had never worked harder in your life. You were grateful, absorbing everything you possibly could about her technique and tucking away any advice she gave to be used when you moved on to be on your own once again. Being known as a first assistant to someone like Giada could make a photographer’s career.
The first few weeks with her were a whirlwind. You helped move lights and props, made adjustments on models’ clothes and poses, loaded film… the list was endless. You got a phone call the morning of a shoot with the address you were to report to that day, and you simply hailed a taxi and showed up there, preferably early, to await your orders. When you arrived at the address on this particular day, however, you stopped dead in your tracks in front of the building. Playgirl Magazine. Well, fuck.
You walked inside, smoothing your hands over your plaid miniskirt, your white button-down shirt tucked in, your platform sandals clacking against the polished floor as you made your way to the reception desk. “Can you tell me where Giada Ricci’s photo shoot is happening? I’m her assistant.”
The receptionist smiled, giving you directions to the studio, then sighed. “I wish I had your job today! Imagine getting to see him naked, in person!”
You smiled back, not bothering to ask questions. You’d know soon enough. Today was going to be an interesting day.
“Ah, bella! Come, help me set up these props.” The older woman was rushing about, directing the male aides on loan from the magazine to move the heavier items into place. You have never been able to determine her age, but you’d guess she is near 70, although you’d never know it from her energy level. She was wearing her usual shapeless, flowing garb, made of some brightly-colored silky fabric, looking for all the world like a giant parrot, her hair dyed an absolutely hideous shade of red. You fell in beside her, following her instructions, helping decorate an obviously very patriotic scene for the shoot. Before you could ask who the subject was, his voice rang out, loud and clear, as he entered the room. “Giada!”
“Ben, darling!” she gushed, rushing towards him, enthusiastically kissing him on both cheeks. “You look positively wonderful!”
“So do you, gorgeous! Missed you at Herogasm this year, though.”
“Oh, you silly boy, I’m getting much too old!”
“Bullshit! Never too old.”
You listened, teeth clenched to keep your jaw from hitting the floor. It was him. Soldier Boy. In a silky gold kimono and sandals. And you were going to see him stark-ass naked. Oh. My. God.
He walked up to you next, a knowing smirk on his face. “Well, hello there. And who are you?”
You managed to stutter out your name, somehow. “I-I’m Giada’s assistant.”
His smile widened. “Well. I’m looking forward to seeing more of you today. And you’re gonna see a lot more of me.”
You managed to smile, even though your cheeks were probably glowing. “I guess so.”
The shoot began shortly after that, and you were too busy to think about anything but your job. You were running for this or that, or adjusting the draping of the fabric on the backdrop, or putting film into the camera, barely time to even glance at the delectable form of the man being photographed. Giada took shots of him standing, holding his shield; sitting with his legs sprawled in front of the American flag; and holding a huge gun braced against his hip, one foot propped up in front of him. You were definitely going to buy a copy of this magazine.
Finally, it was time for the centerfold shoot. The patriotic background still in place, she instructed him to lie down on his side, propped up on one elbow, the other arm draped over his hip and his back leg up, bent at the knee. She had him move a tiny bit here and there until she declared it “Perfect!” and you had to agree. The man was an Adonis, the most perfectly-formed man you had ever seen. And then… “Almost perfect - darling, go perk him up.”
You looked at your boss, your eyes wide. “What?”
“The nipples. They should be perky. We are going in close up, I want them to be all lovely and perky.”
“Perky?” You could hear your voice crack a little, and from the corner of your eye, you could see him smirk.
“Yes, perky. Go!”
You cleared your throat, walking a little hesitantly towards the reclining superhero, who was watching you approach with absolute mirth in his eyes. “Well, princess, perk me up.” You closed your eyes, then stared at his chest and reached out slowly, jumping when he spoke again. “I’m not gonna bite you. Unless you want me to. Later.”
Oh, he was enjoying this way too much. You took a deep breath and brushed your fingers over his nipple, trying with everything in you to ignore his soft moan, done solely for your benefit. You refused to look into his grinning face, continuing to the other nipple, trying to do as you were told with as little contact as you could manage. When you glanced up, he was staring intently down your shirt, his tongue peeking out between his teeth a little. “Good! Perfect!” Giada called out, and you took a relieved breath. “And now the penis.”
“The - the what??” Panic bubbled up in your chest, your heart pounding, and Soldier Boy’s deep, low chuckle sent goosebumps up your arms.
“His penis. It should be lying up on his thigh, not tucked behind. People want to see him in all his glory. Don’t tease it, I don’t want it hard, just in full view.
“Can’t he – um – adjust his own penis?”
“No. I don’t want him to move, he’s perfectly arranged. Except for the penis. Come now, bella, you’ve surely touched a penis before.”
“Yeah, princess – you have touched a penis before, right?” he teased, the tone of his voice sparking your temper.
You cleared your throat. “Yes. Of course,” you managed to say with a little glare at the thoroughly amused man. You leaned over, then hissed, “Stop it,” as he growled softly at the even better view down your shirt.
“Bet you’re a little perky right now, aren’t ya, kitten?”
This had to be the most humiliating thing you’d ever done in your life. And he was practically laughing at you. But Giada was waiting, and you had no choice. You reached down and grasped him lightly with one hand, telling yourself to stop thinking about perfectly shaped his cock was, and how large he was even without an erection, and how absolutely glorious he must be if he was hard… You forced yourself to focus on laying the impressive organ on top of his thigh, wondering what other task she could possibly come up with to add to your abject embarrassment. “Splendid! Well done, bella, now come back.”
You forced yourself to walk, not run, back to her side. She snapped shot after shot and you watched, acutely aware that his eyes were focused on you with an intense smolder that made you clench your thighs together. Giada finally finished, declaring the shoot a smashing success, and you barely heard her tell him she was finished and he could put on his robe.
Soldier Boy approached Giada and you immediately walked away, beginning to gather the props that belonged to her and avoiding the man completely. You’d never be able to look him in the eye, let alone speak to him. You busied yourself, refusing to even look his way, until Giada called out to you. “Come here, my darling, I need you.”
When you turned, he was gone, and you breathed a sigh of relief as you hurried towards her. “Yes, Giada?”
She put a hand on your arm with a smile. “You have made quite an impression on Ben. He would like you to join him in his dressing room. He said he’d like to get to know you better.”
“He – wants me to…”
“Completely your choice, bella. I would never demand such a thing from you. But you really would like to go, I think? You may never have a chance like this again, my girl. Consider your answer carefully.”
She was right. Of course, you’d just go and talk to him. Who wouldn’t want to spend a little time with America’s favorite hero? So you found yourself knocking on his dressing room door, and stepped inside when he called out, “Come in.”
He was still in his kimono when you walked in, sitting on a red velvet sofa with a glass of some kind of liquor in his hand, and he smiled when you entered, closing the door behind you. “Hello, princess. Glad you decided to accept my invitation.” He nodded towards the small table nearby that held another glass and a decanter. “Help yourself to a drink. It’ll calm your nerves.”
You smiled, nodding. “Good idea.” You poured yourself a drink, taking a swallow, then two. “So. What made you decide to pose for Playgirl?”
“They asked me. And they told me Giada was doing the shoot. She’s the best. Besides, Burt Fucking Reynolds posed nude for Cosmo last year – I can put that son of a bitch to shame. Couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”
You laughed softly, taking another drink, feeling the warmth begin to bloom in your belly. The rest of your body began to catch up when he spoke again, his voice low and tempting. “Come here, princess.”
You moved closer, standing in front of him, letting him take your hand in his. “Why don’t you slip off those shoes and come sit on my lap.”
Yeah. You’ll just talk to him. Well, fuck that.
You bent to slip off your shoes, his eyes glued to your cleavage. Then you straddled his lap, your knees tucked up close on either side of him, letting out a little squeak as he grabbed a handful of your ass with each hand and snugged you up tight against his hard on. His fingers went to work on your buttons, opening your shirt wide to his hungry gaze. He tugged the cups of your bra down, humming in approval as he filled his hands with your breasts. “You have got some beautiful tits, kitten. If I had more time today, I’d fuck ‘em. But my schedule’s kinda tight, and I’d rather be in that warm pussy.” He leaned you back a little, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he tugged and pinched at the other. When you were writhing on his lap, panting helplessly, your fingers gripping his hair, he bit down, making you gasp. He soothed it with his tongue, then latched onto the inside of your right breast, sucking a dark mark there. After leaving a matching bruise on the other side, he lifted his head, moving his fingers between your thighs, stroking them over your slit. “Bad girl, got your panties all wet. Better take them off.”
You stood again, your legs shaky, and did as he asked, his eyes never leaving you as he opened his robe. You had been right – his erection was glorious. “Well, hop on, princess. Let’s see if it’ll fit.”
You climbed over him again, up on your knees, your hands on his shoulders for balance as he ran his fingers through your slick and then shoved two thick fingers inside you. “Gonna be tight.” He pumped his fingers into you a few times, then pulled them out and put them in his mouth. “Mmmm, fuckin’ delicious.” You lifted yourself a little higher as he took his cock in hand and bumped the head against your clit a couple of times, smirking as you whimpered. The whimper soon became a moan as he notched into your opening and you began to lower yourself down, the stretch intense.
“Oh my god,” you whined, wondering if you’d be able to fully take him in, and he gave a low, dirty chuckle.
“You can call me Ben, doll. Come on, keep going. Take it all.” You worked yourself down slowly, until there were only a couple of inches left, but he was done being patient. You gasped as he grabbed your waist and shoved you down, burying himself inside you to the base. “Breathe, princess, don’t want you passing out on me.” He grinned. “At least, not yet.”
“Very funny,” you managed to force out, slowly beginning to relax, the sensation of him filling you completely making your every nerve sing. You shifted just a little, and he moved his hold to your hips, bucking up underneath you. You moaned, loud, and Ben laughed.
“Keep that up and everybody in this place is gonna know what we’re doing in here.”
“Everybody already knows what we’re doing in here, so I might as well enjoy myself.”
He laughed again, then thrust up hard, big hands and fingers pressing bruises into your hips as he began to hit a rhythm. “My kind of girl,” he grunted out, then focused on driving up inside you, forcing lewd moans from you, interspersed with the filthy words spilling from his mouth. “Squeeze that pretty cunt around me, princess, feels so fucking good.”
Fifteen minutes later, he was still going strong, he had wrung two orgasms out of you and you were on the edge of a third. “Ben… Please… I can’t…” you managed to rasp out, and he reached down between you, rubbing rough circles on your clit.
“Give me one more, and I’ll fill you up, doll.” You began to moan, one long, endless wail, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he bounced you hard on his cock. You shouted his name as you began to shake again, clenching around him, and he let out a low roar as he began to throb, his hot seed spurting inside you.
You clung to him, sweaty and spent, his hands stroking over your skin. “That was nice, princess. I should get moving, though. Much as I’d like to spend more time with you – so many more things I’d like to do to you. Maybe I’ll do another shoot for Giada sometime and we can – uh – continue where we left off.”
“Maybe.” You wince as he lifts you from his lap, pulling himself free, his come beginning to trickle down your thighs. “Is there a bathroom in here?”
He smirked, his eyes on the mess he’d left, then gestured with his head. “Yeah, just past that wardrobe.” You gathered your clothes and headed that way, avoiding looking at him.
You cleaned up as best you could, dressing again and straightening your hair. When you came out, he was dressed except for his shirt, another drink in his hand. “So, I suppose I should go,” you said with a tentative smile. “I know you’ve got things to do.”
“A superhero’s work is never done. C’mere,” he said, downing his drink and setting the glass on the table before circling an arm around your waist and pulling you close. He kissed you for the first time, his lips claiming yours possessively, his hands roaming over you again. When he finally stopped to let you breathe, you looked up at him, eyes wide.
“I thought you had a schedule to keep.”
“Well, you know what? I guess they’ll just have to do whatever Vought bullshit they have to do without me today. I think you and I should spend a little more time together, at my place. Unless you have somewhere to go?” He was kneading at your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple through your clothes, and your legs were beginning to feel weak.
“Can’t really think of anything better than spending the day with Mr. June,” you answered breathlessly.
He smiled, a look in his eyes that sent heat flooding through your veins. “Knew you were my kind of girl.”
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Ultraviolence
Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader
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a/n: sorry for the late chapter!! i wrote this once before and then my phone died before i could save it 😭 but i’m back! and i hope you all enjoy!!
warnings: injury, blood, swearing, crying, coach ben mental breakdown…. tell me if i missed anything!!
Chapter Eight - Ever Since the Lake
Chapter Eight - Ever Since the Lake
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Being happy is a foreign feeling.
After the plane crash, after a thousand deaths and a thousand cuts, the feeling of a smile winding its way onto your face is different. Like you’ve forgotten how to.
The sand under your feet is warm, like a fluffy blanket, and it kicks up and flies all around your feet as you run down.
The other girls start kicking off their pants mid-run, belt buckles clinging, shoes mismatched and tossed around.
Maybe you should be looking for food right now, for a place to sleep tonight, but the allure of the refreshing water is too much, and this place is so safe- what could ever hurt you here? Nothing bad dwells in these waters, nothing but small fish and plants and just the feeling of floating in the water and being free.
It takes you a moment longer to get undressed then everyone else, carefully trying to lift your shirt above the bandages still wrapped on your face.
Van reaches the water first, slowing down the deeper she gets, until she abandons the pursuit and dives right in, surfacing to shout encouragement to the other hesitant girls.
“It feels fucking great!” she shouts, her hands in the air, red hair falling all around her like a small fire.
In your heart, something burns as you wade into the water, even through the cold rush, something that first makes your stomach twist in nerves.
You’re just happy. And your heart is too.
The water is filled with laughing and splashing, and you try to think back to the last time you were this relieved, this happy- but nothing comes to mind. Not in a place like this, where there’s so much newness, and you mind can only focus on cooling off in the cold water.
Travis splashes one of the girls, Mari, and she laughs and tries to splash him back- but he’s already diving out into the water. You feel awkward with your one-size too small bra, courtesy of your mother, and the t-shirt bandages around your face, but you take in a deep breath.
The water gets into your lungs, making you feel young and restless.
“Is Travis actually… hot?” Jackie asks, crossing her arms. Natalie scoffs and crosses her arms.
“It’s been three days. You guys can’t be that desperate, can you?” her words are accompanied by a light smile, but the undertone of her words hits hard in your gut.
In a place like this- it really sucks to be alone.
But, this is the lake, and nothing back can happen here, so you lean down and cup some into your hands, splashing it onto your chest, letting the water wash away the dirt and sweat from the hike, from the crash.
“Is it not fucking cold?” Jackie asks, and you only smile at her, leaning down as if you’re gonna splash her, and she yelps and hides behind Mari. You laugh, and carefully, to avoid your wound, run some water off the back of your head, letting it drip down your shoulders.
And while you do it, you can feels someone’s eyes on you.
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By now, most of the girls have cooled off and gotten clean, and are using the lake like a private pool. Maybe if they close their eyes, they can imagine some grand resort.
But you don’t even need to close your eyes. Anything is better than being near that plane.
You’re sitting against a piece of driftwood, left by the tide, your head tilted back, listening to the sounds of girls playing chicken fight. A loud splash and someone’s fallen, so you smile.
“This seat taken?” Natalie asked, looking at the spot next to you from where she stood, white t-shirt, and small smile on her features.
“Uh-huh,” you say, shaking your head. She sits down, cross-legged next to you, looking out onto the lake. You swing your legs over and join her sitting up from on your back.
Sometimes you feel too young to hold onto moments like these. Like soon, your life will keep moving, and there will be so much to remember- the simple, happy moments like this will fade away. Only to be conjured by a specific feeling, a certain smell, a feel to the air that only this place and this moment could match perfectly.
“You don’t like the water?” you ask, eyeing her almost dry clothes.
“It’s too cold for me.” She looks out on the water, towards another round of chicken fight. Van topples over with another girl on her shoulders, and you both chuckle, before she looks back to you. “How’s your cut?”
“Oh, better,” you mumble, feeling like a bit too much in the world. Taking up a bit too much of everything. Feeling like a bit too much of everything. “I feel so stupid with these weird bandages, you know?”
She smiles and meets your eyes.
“Nah. You look great. Makes you look badass, huh?”
“Sure,” you say, thinking about if the wilderness will even care. You doubt it will.
You imagine the dawn breaking overhead, reflected onto this lake. You imagine sitting there like this, just like this, with this same girl next to you.
Maybe you’d be closer, or at this distance, but your hands would be touching, or there would just be something around the two of you that sings that you are matching scars in each other’s souls.
You want her to be the scar in your soul, and maybe that’s your fear talking, the wilderness, or maybe you’ve always spent a second too long looking at her, maybe you’ve always felt like this and this place is just freedom. Freedom to explore it.
“Guys!” Lottie suddenly shouts from the water. She pointed off into the distance, a small patch of light on the hillside. “Look!”
The girls all erupt in shouts and whispers, asking what it is, claiming in looks like a reflection.
“There’s something on the hill!” someone finally shouts, a culmination of all these little pieces, and the girls all spring into action, jumping up from sitting and out of the water, grabbing their clothes and backpacks and getting ready to hike.
“Another hike,” you remark to Nat, slipping on your shirt.
“Mhm.”
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With the promise of something up here, whether it just be a piece of glass, or a speck of civilization, whatever it is- it makes the journey much easier. The uphill climb doesn’t make your legs ache.
Finally, you reach a plateau, a cliff, and suddenly- standing before you is a cabin.
It’s wooden, covered in green plants and the windows are thick with dust, but still- it is manmade. It is evidence that once, someone was here. And maybe they still are.
You all run up to the cabin, the girls banging on the windows and doors, shouting, asking to see if someone’s home.
You put your palm to one of the wooden support beams on the porch, hissing as you narrowly miss a crooked, protruding nail.
Finally, Jackie and Shauna manage to open the rusted door, revealing a sharp smell, dust, creaky floorboards, and cobwebs.
“Maybe they went out for a hike?” one of the girls asks, but you all can see the dust, see the way that this place is so eerily still. It empty, in a way that something that has been untouched for years is. It is still. There isn’t even wind to rustle the unmade cot in the corner.
“Yeah, like a decade ago,” Jackie scoffs.
You are all tired and sick, and thinking of your beds at home, of warmth and of familiarity.
You have changed so much in these past few days, physically and mentally, there must be something in the woods, in the water of the lake- the very essence of the wilderness.
You bring your sleeve up to your palm, wiping the dust across the window, a stray spiderweb with it. You can see the forest more clearly now, sprawling green, a stack of wood left by whoever once lived here.
“It reeks in here,” Jackie says.
You turn back around, eyeing the deer skull mounted above the fire place- antlers like a huge crown around its small head.
“Jesus,” you hear Nat say, and when you turn- there’s a metal plate left on the table, bones left in it, and a sharp knife leaning against the rim.
There’s more things, an old open can of something, a half-melted candle, but what intrigues you most is the knife. You already have the axe from the plane- there might be another one here, judging by the chopped wood, and now this knife.
“You guys, check the pantry, see if there’s any food,” Taissa instructs.
You walk forward and let your fingertips graze the knife handle, wonder who the last person to touch this knife, this entire place, was.
“Everyone else, look around for stuff we can use. First aid, flashlight, tools.” Taissa shouts.
You think about grabbing the knife, but before you can, Taissa and Jackie are fighting again. You look up, and Jackie has a rusted can in her hands.
She opens it, and Tai looks up from her search at the sound.
“What the hell? Jackie, that’s not your personal buffet.”
Jackie gasps, and suddenly the can is falling to the floor, landing on its side, and a bright green sludge seeps out of it. You’re reminded of something from a cartoon.
“Gross,” one of the girls mutters, while the rest groan and try to get away.
“See, this is why we should have stayed in the plane!” Jackie yells.
Taissa scoffs.
“Yeah, well, we didn’t.” Jackie turns to Van. “So this is helping how, exactly?”
Jackie shakes her hand and storms out of the cabin.
With the commotion died down, and your legs aching, now that the adrenaline of this new place and safety is gone, you let your backpack slide to the floor, pulling out the chair in front of the abandoned dinner plate.
Everyone goes back to searching.
Natalie pulls out the chair at the other side of the table, reaching across to tenderly hold the knife in her hands.
“You’re gonna cut yourself and die of like, tetanus, or something, you know?��
She smiles up at you.
“My guess is rabies, actually.”
“Well, hello!” Van shouts, slapping a pile of magazines onto the table. “Don’t worry, guys. We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, at least there’s porn.”
She holds up a magazine with a tan blonde woman on the cover, her outfit leather, a cigarette hanging out of her lips.
“Holy shit,” Mari laughs, and you can’t help but grab one from the pile, titled “Big Bodacious”, and flip through a few pages.
You let out a small laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Porn in an abandoned cabin.
“Hey, this guy kinda looks like you, Flex,” Mari smiles, holding an open magazine out to Travis.
“If only any of you actually looked like her,” he says.
“Oh, yeah. Very funny,” Van says.
“Do guys, like, actually jerk off to this stuff?” Mari asks.
“Nah, we-we hate that shit. Y-you can’t even tell what her favorite book is.”
“Hm. Ha-ha,” Van says, before flipping him off as he walks away, his head down.
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Since this cabin is the only form of civilization you’ve found, and you’re all hungry for normalcy, it seems the most natural place to settle down. Not only is it a place to point to, a place to go back to, but it’s four walls and a roof.
A house. A cabin.
The girls slowly start returning from the lake, bringing the bags they didn’t carry, ready for night to fall and a small dinner of the last plane rations.
You lean against that same wooden post, this time careful of the nail, trying to see the lake out past the trees. If you squint, it’s just barely there.
The old wooden floor creaks behind you.
You don’t know why you and Natalie keep gravitating towards each other. But it’s nice to not be alone in a place like this, surrounded by people.
“What’d you think? Of the cabin, I mean,” she says, coming around you to lean on the other side of the beam.
“Smells,” you say, crinkling your nose.
“Hey, at least we’re not stranded in a landfill, or something- some fucking radioactive island, you know?” you laugh.
You think back to the lake, how this is the first time you’ve felt like this- just so free.
“At least this place is nice to look at, you know?” you look around the beam, but she’s staring out at the forest.
“Yeah,” you agree, but can’t find it in yourself to look away from her.
Something falls to the ground.
Natalie shoots you a surprised look, and you slowly make your way to the front of the porch, before a sharp shout rings out.
“Fuck!” the voice shouts, so sharply you stop for a moment. Natalie stops right behind you, her front pressing against your back, while Coach keeps screaming, hitting the ground.
It takes you a moment to realize that he’s not hitting the ground. He’s hitting his amputated leg.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he shouts. “Why? Goddamn it, fuck you, fuck you!” he looks around the crowd of girls that have surrounded him, watching with blank faces.
Coach had been on the end of a rope for days. Hanging off a cliff by his fingernails, and he had finally slipped. You all had seen it coming- this breakdown was no suprise.
“What the fuck do you want?!”
Silence.
Misty crouches down. “It’s alright,” she says, reaching out towards him, and even thought Misty is the reason he’s alive to be miserable, to scream and cry like this, he rounds on her and slaps her across the face.
“Get the fuck away from me, Misty!”
You gasp, taking a frightened step back. Natalie places her hand on the back of your arm to steady you.
Ever since the lake, it’s all changed.
Blood pools at Misty’s lips. and you can’t help but reach up to your own face, touching the bandaged gash.
Determination wrenches it’s way onto her face.
She crawls forward again, sitting at the edge of the porch, dragging him up so he can lean against her.
“Shh,” she whispers while he heaves and pants. “C’mere, it’s alright, c’mere,”
“I can’t just be like this now,” he cries, the blood on Misty’s face forgotten, as he collapses into her, let’s her place her hand against his head, holding him. “Why couldn’t I have just died?”
“Because we needed you.” Her bottom lips curls up, like she’s imagining some fate worse than this.
She closes her eyes while her voice takes on this wistful quality, like she’s living a life behind her eyes, one she can never live.
“And I’m here for you, Ben. I’m here for you.”
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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.
I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)
I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.
DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚
Things I Won't Write:
Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.
Things I Will Write:
Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*
Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.
HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.
Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.
Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.
F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.
Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.
Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)
FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.
Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.
YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach.
Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.
Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.)
Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin.
BNA: Michiru, Shirou.
Stardew Valley: All adult humans.
Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.
SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio).
King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min.
American Dad: Francine.
Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony.
Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty.
Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate.
Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany
Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg.
Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.
COD: Konig, Ghost.
Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette.
DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg).
Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven.
Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser.
Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.
Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry.
Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.
Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.
Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen.
Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini.
The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell.
Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey.
Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny.
Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew.
Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven.
Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.
Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter.
National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole.
Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne.
Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis.
Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.
Elemental: Wade, Ember.
Mean Girls: Cady, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis.
Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.
Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa.
Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.
Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.
Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)
Fujimoto (Ponyo)
Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)
Doug Remer (Baseketball)
Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993)
Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)
Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)
Astarion (Baulders Gate 3)
Trevor Phillips (GTA5)
Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor)
Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)
John Doe (John Doe Game)
Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop)
Napoleon Dynamite (self titled)
Fezzik (Princess Bride)
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The Rookie & Castle AU
Imagine John Nolan secretly being Richard Castle, who either divorced Beckett or they didn’t get together at all, leaving New York to live a second Life.
Instead of Ben the House belongs to him, its one of the many Properties he has around the Country.
He doesn’t tell that to Lucy and Jackson though, he already feels like an outsider, no need for them to know he's a millionaire too.
Lucy and Jackson are mad suspicious, because their new friend, who allegedly has money Problems because of a failing Business always, without fail, treats them with food and coffee and presents.
Lucy is not so secretly a fan of his books and often rambles bout them - while Jackson is not interested at all Nolan always seems to know the whole entire plot of any Rick Castle book. They chalk it up to him being a fanboy for an author.
Gray and Captain Andersson know, thats why Wade doesn’t like him in the beginning, he thinks it's just another hobby for the famous writer who already worked with the NYPD for a long time.
It all comes to an end when a case reunites Castle/Nolan with his former family of the NYPD. All of midwilshire is surprised when their neueste officer suddenly gets hugged (and/or slapped) by two male detectives who just arrived in LA while another female detective watches nearby with a smile.
#the rookie#rookie#john nolan#lucy chen#tim bradford#castle#richard castle#kate beckett#caskett#alternate universe#AU#the rookie au#fanfiction#ao3#fanfic#wattpad#archiveofourown.org
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@thecreativeforge ://
<< Yorkville, New York, New York >>
Sunlight didn't wake him; breathing did. The measure of another body's life and warmth. The shape and weight and delicate muscle of another leg resting on his leg; leaner and shorter than his; pleasantly warm.
He'd been dreaming—Ben thought he'd been dreaming, and he sighed, and the fireworks behind his hot red eyelids left on him the impression of its pleasantries. The next gala was a year away, and he'd made it through this one; he even felt well-rested.
Then he opened his eyes. He opened his eyes to a smooth brown shoulder, well-shaped, taught with lean muscle, and smelling of cinnamon. That was nice.
Then he saw the tattoos, and he scrambled. He recognized the cryptic bands in an instant and, in that instant, realized the body he'd made a fetish of belonged to Rashad.
Ben's heart leapt, as he would have if he didn't feel crushed by shame. Instead, he peeled himself from the sheets and slunk out of bed. He was naked, which could only mean one thing.
Clutching the doorframe and his—you know—Ben backed out of the master room. His stomach lurched.
Had he...?
He woke up and found Rashad in his Manhattan apartment, in the master bedroom, with the candlestick and the Hiroshima Mon Amour poster.
No, he hadn't found Rashad; he'd committed a crime. How had it happened? Ben couldn't remember. He must have coerced—or been coerced—maybe it had been mutual, a double murder of sorts.
It was true he kept Rashad sequestered from some of his friend groups—Marci, Ian, and Tihan—his peers from Edinbrough—his friend group from Columbia—but Ben kept all his friends in compartments. And he and Rashad had always been friends. Really good friends since prep. What if...
When the room started spinning, Ben decided to forgo thought. He stumbled into the guest bathroom and threw up. Not hungover, no. Sick to his stomach with discomfit, sure. Yes. Great.
Ben then performed his supposed daily ritual as though the cleansing of his body and the particular order of each task would protect him—ward off the yips or something. He brushed his teeth in the shower. He shaved. When Ben's back was scrubbed raw, he toweled off. He ran argan oil through his hair and glowered at his reflection. He'd decided to stop thinking, but if Ben were thinking, he might have thought this was more than he'd do if he were actually going outside.
He looked okay, though he was sweating at his temples by the time he switched off the bathroom light and trudged into the penetrating living room light illuminating thousands of dollars worth of Pakistani carpet squares, the art deco armchairs. He'd forgotten about those.
Ben quickly pulled on whatever clothes he could find, anything that smelled all right, wandered over to the fridge, and rubbed the perspiring bulb of French-pressed coffee on his face, all over the slope of his face.
"Mmm, gross," he muttered, pouring himself a tall glass. "You're gross."
He poured Rashad coffee from a different carafe and added a splash of milk. A glass in each hand, he crossed the hot living room. Slowly, as if he were wading through a vast mangrove to wake a sleeping prince. What would the prince be like when he awoke?
Morning rose twenty storeys from the Manhattan streets, blaring with yellow taxis and ripe lemon sun pouring through unadorned floor-to-ceiling windows. At the edge of his bed, Ben stopped and sat. The bed groaned on his behalf. He glanced at the sleeping Rashad and took a deep breath in. "Uhhhhhh." And a deep breath out. "Huhhhhhhh..." He licked his lips. He swallowed. He did everything but wake him.
Rashad really resembled a prince, too, his hand drawn over his brow, his long, ringed fingers looped in the melodrama of his hair. Eyes...
Nope. No.
He had to stop himself. Ben never had that voice he imagined most people did, the Jiminy Cricket, but he knew he had to stop dreaming. Rashad was royalty. He lived in a realm of rare artifacts. There was a palace, tradition, and expectation. Then there was Ben. He knew *this* had to be stopped. Now. Before someone got hurt, roasted, canceled.
"Uh."��Ben swallowed before reaching for Rashad's arm, his hand just brushing his skin. "Hey-y…"
That a simple touch had become so uncomfortable literally overnight, literally, in the strict sense of the word, was a cruel irony.
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I'm Still Standing
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49129957
by Athena_Slytherin
Peter Parker was used to pain. Used to losing people. Used to the feeling of grief.
But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It is the worst pain imaginable.
Feeling helpless.
Alone
Sad
Angry
Lonely
Regretful
Feeling the Guilt.
It felt terrible.
And this is where our story begins.
With a fourteen-year-old boy named Peter Parker.
Peter Parker, someone who was so used to pain that he would do anything and everything in order for no one to ever feel the same way he felt.
Or
MCU Events from Peter's perspective
Words: 5505, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: Gen
Characters: Peter Parker, May Parker, Harley Keener, Tony Stark, Ben Parker, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Matt Murdock, Wade Wilson, Quentin Beck
Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Harley Keener, Peter Parker & Michelle Jones, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Ben Parker & Peter Parker, Matt Murdock & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Wade Wilson
Additional Tags: OOC Peter Parker, (slightly ig), but he becomes more and more ooc, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Harley Keener & Peter Parker are Best Friends, Blood and Violence, Violence, Canonical Character Death, Canon Compliant, mostly - Freeform, Peter Parker and Harley Keener are Science Children, Attempt at Humor, Angst, Peter Parker-centric, Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Spider-Man: Homecoming - Freeform, Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Movie: Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019), Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), BAMF Peter Parker, Protective Harley Keener, Protective May Parker (Spider-Man), Protective Peter Parker, Genius Peter Parker, Irondad, Mental Health Issues, Peter Parker Curses, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter Parker Has Nightmares, Peter Parker has PTSD, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, Peter Parker Has Trust Issues, Hurt Peter Parker, Tags May Change, Peter Parker is a Mess, Background Relationships, MCD is not Peter, graphic description of violence, why is that not a tag, Minor canon divergence, Harley Keener as Iron Lad
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49129957
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I posted 22,667 times in 2022
911 posts created (4%)
21,756 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 252 of my posts in 2022
#donald trump - 19 posts
#us news - 18 posts
#florida - 16 posts
#us politics - 12 posts
#environment - 9 posts
#politics - 9 posts
#world news - 8 posts
#abortion - 7 posts
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Longest Tag: 82 characters
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
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#4
ALITO, GORSUCH, KAVANAUGH & CONEY BARRETT MUST BE REMOVED FROM THE SUPREME COURT. They owe their positions to The Federalist Society but they are supposed to uphold the U.S. Constitution.
215 notes - Posted November 11, 2022
#3
I stumbled upon this & thought it was quite interesting. There were stronger restrictions on guns in the “Old West” than the world we’re living in now. The article even mentions that the understanding of the 2nd Amendment was nothing like what we’ve been dealing with since Scalia & the other RepubliKKKans on the Supreme Court made up their own interpretation.
221 notes - Posted May 26, 2022
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Johnson’s comments are the most batshit crazy yet. Could he be suffering from brain damage? Seriously just read this statement he made on Sept. 11th:
“ On Sunday Johnson suggested to Levin that liberals, Democrats, and anyone on “the left” as he put it, do not have an inherent right to participate in American life on an equal footing as Republicans.”
RON JOHNSON MUST BE DEFEATED & NEVER HOLD GOVERNMENT OFFICE EVER AGAIN.
236 notes - Posted September 13, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
THIS IS A MUST READ.
RUTH BEN-GHIAT IS AN EXPERT ON AUTHORITARIANISM. THAT IS WHAT AMERICA IS FACING, WITH OR WITHOUT TRUMP. RON DESANTIS IS ALREADY PREPARING TO REPLACE TRUMP & OVERTHROW AMERICA’S DEMOCRACY.
PLEASE READ THIS ARTICLE & REBLOG IT. OUR LIVES DEPEND UPON US BEING AWARE OF THE IMPENDING DANGER TO OUR COUNTRY.
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Give Me My Dawns Back (A Wonderland Playlist):
Spotify 2 hrs, 50 mins
Steady Love Ben Rector
"Might not always, be wild and free/But more and more, that's alright with me./'Cause truth is, we were made to be, in steady love./Steady love./By God, you should find you some.//Some steady love."
The Eye Brandi Carlile
"I am a sturdy soul/And there ain't no shame/In lying down in the bed you made./Can you fight the urge to run for another day?/You might make it further if you learn to stay."
Fly Right Oliver Hazard
"The dogs hate thunder, and it smells like rain./Heading out west to the five point plain./Hold me tight mama while I take my turn/Or loosen up, maybe we could watch the world burn."
I'm Gonna Love You Through It Martina McBride
"And when this road gets too long,/I'll be the rock you lean on./Just take my hand, together we can do it./I'm gonna love you through it."
I Won't Give Up Jason Mraz
"I won't give up on us./Even if the skies get rough./I'm giving you all my love./I'm still looking up."
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America Simon & Garfunkel
"Laughing on the bus/Playing games with the faces./She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy./I said, 'Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera.'"
Strawberry Wine Noah Kahan
"No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft/And sentimental like a stranger in the park."
What A Time Julia Michaels, Niall Horan
"I think of that night in the park, it was getting dark/And we stayed up for hours./What a time, what a time, what a time./You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever./What a time, what a time, what a time.//I think of that night in the park, it was getting dark/And we stayed up for hours./What a lie, what a lie, what a lie."
The Great War Taylor Swift
"We can plant a memory garden,/Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair./There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair./And we will never go back."
Out Of The Woods Taylor Swift
"The night we couldn't quite forget/When we decided, we decided/To move the furniture so we could dance/Baby, like we stood a chance."
Not Today Imagine Dragons
"t's gotta get easier, oh easier somehow/'Cause I'm falling, I'm falling./Oh easier and easier somehow/Oh I'm calling, I'm calling./And it isn't over, unless it is over./I don't wanna wait for that./It's gotta get easier and easier somehow./But not today."
TV Billie Eilish
"Don't know where you are right now./Did you see me on TV?/I'll try not to starve myself/Just because you're mad at me./And I'll be in denial for at least a little while./What about the plans we made?/The internet's gone wild watching movie stars on trial/While they're overturning Roe v. Wade."
exile Taylor Swift, Bon Iver
"I can see you starin', honey/Like he's just your understudy,/Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me.//Second, third, and hundredth chances/Balancin' on breaking branches./Those eyes add insult to injury."
Cinnamon Girl Lana Del Rey
"There's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you leave/Like if you hold me without hurting me/You'll be the first who ever did."
I Know The End Phoebe Bridgers
"Somewhere in Germany, but I can't place it./Man, I hate this part of Texas./Close my eyes, fantasize/Three clicks and I'm home."
Unsteady X Ambassadors
"But If you love me, don't let go./Oh, if you love me, don't let go.//Hold, hold on, hold onto me./'Cause I'm a little unsteady./A little unsteady."
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Come Over Noah Kahan
"I know that it ain't much, I know that it ain't cool/Oh, you don't have to tell the other kids at school./My dad will strike it rich, we'll be the big house on the block./Someday I'm gonna be somebody people want.//But I'm in the business of losing your interest/And I turn a profit each time that we speak."
Hide and Seek Bug Hunter
"It's like a game of hide and seek, they count to ten and look for me
but it's been several hours, I'm still crouched behind the couch and think/That I'm the piece they'd rather lose, the seed you plant that never blooms./A new kid much too nervous to stand up, step out or leave his room.
The childhood I had/An outsider in my head/Again and again.
'Class we have a new student/He's a little withdrawn/He just moved here from Texas or Nashville or Mars./He'll be gone before long/So he's not worth the trouble/He's a novelty when/All the cliques are connected/The ephemeral friend.'"
Homesick Noah Kahan
"Well I'm tired of dirt roads/Named after high school friends' grandfathers/And motherfuckers here/Still don't know they caught the Boston bombers./Time moves so damn slow/I swear I feel my organs failing./I stopped caring 'bout a month ago/Since then it's been smooth sailing."
How Do I Say Goodbye Dean Lewis
"Right or wrong, you were always on my side/But I'm scared of what life without you's like/And I saw the way she looked into your eyes/And I promise if you go, I will make sure she's alright.
So how do I say goodbye/To someone who's been with me for my whole damn life?/You gave me my name and the color of your eyes./I see your face when I look at mine./So how do I, how do I, how do I say goodbye?"
Halloween Noah Kahan
"But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in/And the bridges have long since been burned/And the ash of the home that I started the fire in/It starts to return to the Earth./I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address./I know that you'll come if you want./It's not Halloween, but the ghost you're dressed up as/Sure knows how to haunt, yeah, you know how to haunt."
Funeral Phoebe Bridgers
"And last night I blacked out in my car/And I woke up in my childhood bed/Wishin' I was someone else, feelin' sorry for myself/When I remembered someone's kid is dead."
Hold On Chord Overstreet
"I don't wanna let go./I know I'm not that strong./I just wanna hear you/Saying, 'Baby, let's go home'./Let's go home,/Yeah, I just wanna take you home.//Hold on, I still want you,/Come back, I still need you."
I Will Follow You into the Dark Death Cab for Cutie
"I'll follow you into the dark.//No blinding light/Or tunnels, to gates of white/Just our hands clasped so tight/Waiting for the hint of a spark."
everything i wanted Billie Eilish
"And you say,/'As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you./Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to./If I could change the way that you see yourself,/You wouldn't wonder why you hear/'They don't deserve you''"
Paradise Coldplay
"When she was just a girl she expected the world/But it flew away from her reach /And the bullets catch in her teeth./Life goes on, it gets so heavy/The wheel breaks the butterfly /Every tear a waterfall./In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes./In the night the stormy night away she'd fly."
Older Than I Am Lennon Stella
"Sometimes I wish I could do something stupid/Be kinda reckless while I can/Say I don't give a damn/But I'm older than I am./I could get hurt and get some scars to prove it/Just say to hell with all my plans/'Cause I don't give a damn/But I'm older than I am."
Day After Tomorrow Phoebe Bridgers
"Tell me, how does God choose?/Whose prayers does He refuse?/Who turns the wheel? Who throws the dice/On the day after tomorrow?"
Something in the Orange Zach Bryan
"It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, baby/These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy/But when you place your head between my collar and jaw,/I don't know much but there's no weight at all.
I need to hear you say you've been waitin' all night./There's orange dancing in your eyes from bulb light./Your voice only trembles when you try to speak ./Take me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak."
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Simple Man Jason Manns, Jensen Ackles
"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself/Follow your heart and nothing else/And you can do this, oh, baby, if you try./All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied."
Cowboys and Angels Dustin Lynch
"I'm not sure why her path crossed mine./Accident or grand design/Maybe God just kinda likes/Cowboys and angels.//We ride side by side/A cloud of dust, a ray of light./My touch is her temptation,/Her kiss is my salvation/She's sweet, I'm wild, we're dangerous."
Steady Heart Kameron Marlowe
"Her whisper brings the sunrise, her kiss could stop the rain/Her midnight prayers always calm the crazy in my brain/Yeah, we take it day by day."
Dawns Zach Bryan, Maggie Rodgers
"And, by the time she wakes,/I'll be halfway, to my mama's home./It just dawned on me/Life is as fleeting, as the passin' dawn./And, it was my mistake/'Cause, she never said a thing, about Jesus./I miss my mother's southern drawl/And, her prayin', through the walls, in the evenin'."
Rosyln Bon Iver, St. Vincent
"Sea and the rock below/Cocked to the undertow.//Bones, blood and teeth erode/With every crashing node.//Wings wouldn't help you/Wings wouldn't help you down."
White Winter Hymnal Fleet Foxes
"And I turned 'round and there you go/And, Michael, you would fall/And turn the white snow red as strawberries/In the summertime."
Work Song Hozier
"When my time comes around/Lay me gently in the cold dark earth/No grave can hold my body down/I'll crawl home to her."
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You Found Me The Fray
"I found God on the corner of First and Amistad/Where the west was all but won/All alone, smoking his last cigarette./I said, 'Where you been?'/He said, 'Ask anything'//Where were you when everything was fallin' apart?/All my days were spent by the telephone/That never rang and all I needed was a call/That never came to the corner of First and Amistad."
Fix You Coldplay
"Lights will guide you home/And ignite your bones/And I will try to fix you."
The Flood Oliver Hazard
"And I'll set fire to this place./Wipe my prints and spread my ashes in the states/And I would lie to see your face./A call from home is all I'm asking, the flood can wait./But the flood won't wait."
North Sleeping At Last
"With each year, our color fades./Slowly, our paint chips away./But we will find the strength/And the nerve it takes/To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.//
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind./Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide./Settle our bones like wood over time, over time./Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.//
Smaller than dust on this map/Lies the greatest thing we have:/The dirt in which our roots may grow/And the right to call it home."
Clocks Coldplay
"Confusion never stops/Closing walls and ticking clocks, gonna/Come back and take you home/I could not stop that you now know, singing."
Northern Lights Oliver Hazard
"That broke guitar is just an alibi./You know I hated everything I tried./Remember the night I got way too high?/The lights were off and I thought you left./I woke you up in the middle of the night./No i wouldn't change a thing/Knowing me."
Henry & Pearl Oliver Hazard
"And we'll light those kings on fire/And the flames just grew even higher./The chloroform and the lightning storm/There was no chance of survival./Steady hands and a lit trashcan/It was blasphemy, not the bible."
#top gun#top gun maverick#top gun fanfic#top gun playlist#Jake hangman seresin#Jake seresin x ofc#Jake seresin x wife!ofc#Wonderland J&C#Bradley rooster bradshaw#Bradley Bradshaw and ofc
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random headcanons for peter, ash, wade, and other characters. (some sfw, some nsfw, so just keep that in mind. most of them are for this fic specifically, but some are more general? idk. some were inspired by other people.)
- peter and felicia's eyes glow in the dark.
- felicia has silver tipped fangs.
- after peter got bit by the spider, his regular teeth fell out, and stronger teeth grew in, along with fangs where his canines would be. the fangs produce a numbing venom that, if injected with enough, could paralyze and/or cause someone's body to shut down and kill them.
he also has spinnerets, but the only time he really uses them is when he's like nesting or courting lol.
- in total peter has been divorced 4 times: 2 with mj, 1 with felicia, and 1 with bobbi.
- peter can talk to spiders, and felicia can talk to cats. i'm sorry, i just think it would be funny.
- the way mj/felicia ended up together is peter/mj/felicia were hooking up during both marriages, and during peter and mj's second divorce, mj and felicia realized they were in love with each other and got engaged lol. peter was petty about it.
mj and felicia gossip about peter behind his back, and try to set him up with people. peter hates it lol.
- mj and felicia bought each other engagement rings and came up with their own separate proposals.
- people recognize peter from the parker industries era and give him shit about being poor.
- clint is still salty about peter marrying bobbi lol.
- the way i imagine peter and bobbi got married was they got black out wasted in vegas, woke up married, and were too lazy to divorce right away. they were too busy hooking up and traveling.
- peter's hooked up with most of his friends (mj, harry, felicia, matt, wade, johnny, clint, natalia, bobbi, luke and jessica). so at the beginning of the story, he feels like he's alienated half his friends, but in reality, peter isolated himself. he's an unreliable narrator!
- peter had some kind of falling out with matt while they were hooking up between divorces. he tries to make amends with matt before matt moves to california with kirsten, but matt forgets to call him lol. later matt comes back to visit and they actually talk to each other.
- ben and kaine are nosy brothers who like to know peter's business at all times lol.
- one of the things that attracted wade to peter is the way peter can eat insane amounts of food.
wade: it's like watching a snake unhinge its jaw. beautiful and disgusting at the same time.
- wade throws a divorce party for him and peter after shiklah and mj divorce them.
- my favorite ash headcanon of all time is that his mom was an addams, and that's why he's so tough/durable compared to regular people. but his mom was estranged from the family, so he has no idea why he's different.
- during like a year or so after the cabin, ash sells his story to be made into a documentary, and later, it gets made into the ev*l dead films. (this also happens in soul alone as well)
i just think it's interesting from, i guess, a meta standpoint for a character to deal with the public mythologizing/sensationalizing/consuming their story for entertainment (ex: the stab movies in scream).
- this headcanon is kind of dumb, but i'm gonna put it here anyway. the headcanon is that evil ash is the one that wrote the necronomicon, and he wants ash to rule by his side when he takes over the world. but the book, having known about ash since its creation, has grown attached to ash over time, and doesn't want evil ash to corrupt ash.
- both ash and scotty are originally from new york. (in this fic, ash moves to michigan when he's a kid. scotty never moves to michigan.)
- ash was a cheerleader in high school. (in the greater multiverse, most of the ashes were in band).
- clint and natalia were thieves before being arrested and drafted into shield's suicide squad. the only reason they got free was because of the avengers.
- after clint and natalia flipped shield the bird, natalia started doing mercenary work, and kept running into wade. the two had met before because of weapon x and shield, but they didn't really become friends until natalia semi-retired. sometimes wade hooks up with clint and natalia.
- logan, bucky, natalia, and wade have all met in passing because of weapon x.
- peter and natalia had a weird rivalry where she would just randomly challenge peter to fights, and peter would show up to stop her thefts.
clint: do you have a crush on spiderman?
natalia: i don't want to crush him, i just want him to know how strong and cool i am.
clint:...
natalia: and maybe kiss him too. i can do both.
- the iconic black widow look was created by natalia after she heard about spiderman. she designed her weapons, suit, and everything. (in natasha's original appearance, there wasn't a black widow look. like the other black widows did not dress like this lol. i like to think the red room saw natasha doing her thing and were like "oh damn..." and just tried to copy off her. then later that's how we got yelena.)
- natalia's version of the serum isn't as strong as bucky and steve's, but she does have enhanced speed, strength, stamina, and slow aging. in this verse she and bucky were both cryogenically frozen when they weren't on missions after they tried to run away together. so later when they send natalia after tony, she's 20 (peter and clint are like 18 and 19. bucky's like 20 something).
- peter and natalia do yoga together whenever they have a day off.
- peter kind of wants natalia to give him the strap, but he has things he needs to work out first.
- peter has a thing for wade being bigger than him. he likes that wade's big enough to envelope him. and his muscles.
- peter kept biting ash and numbing him. ash got so fed up that he put his metal fingers in his mouth like, "chew on this." 😠 and peter found a new kink he didn't know he had.
- peter has issues with people buying him things. this is a huge point of contention between him and wade, because wade loves buying stuff for his partners. ash isn't as strict about it as peter because he knows wade's doing it out of love (ash was a sugar baby at one point. he lets wade get him stuff, but he has rules for how much wade can spend and how many presents he can get him per month. and wade has to let him buy him things too).
so if peter won't let wade buy him something he wants because of pride, ash has wade slip him the money when peter's not looking, and he runs to go buy it. sometimes peter catches him, and ash runs through the store cackling because peter can't stop him without using his abilities.
peter: *stomping angrily through the mall* i hate you both.
ash: aw baby. it's not a crime for us to buy you something for your birthday!
wade: partners in gift crimes. *he high fives ash* this is gonna be the best super soft birthday ever!
ash: better than your divorce party?
wade: of course, sweetness. you won't be working this time. hopefully, peter won't be throwing up. though i can't promise no one will be throwing up because i plan to have copious amounts of alcohol. do you think we can smuggle a horse into our house?
ash: we can rent one for the back yard, but it's not allowed in the house.
wade: deal.
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Whumpril 2023 – Day 1 | “Don’t push me away.”
Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral)
Words: 561
Warnings: injuries, abandonment
A/N: You can find all further entries on the Whumpril Masterlist
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Getting shot hurt like hell. But the healing process was even worse and somehow you had the feeling the pain would never stop. However, this was nothing in contrast to the amount of pain Ben caused when you were almost completely healed again. He started to distance himself from you and you began thinking he was mad at you for not being able to take care of yourself. That he had to nurse you back to health and everything, making his gang think him weak that he helped you that much. You really wanted to approach him but you feared his answer; that he didn’t think you could take care of yourself and should be leaving them.
Sometimes you would stop by at a little farm or ranch to stay there for a night or two and have actual shelter and better food for a while. So you did now, when you arrived at a farm whose owners allowed you to stay a short while. When it was time to leave, most of the men seemed happy while you were a little sad. But your mood lightened, when Ben approached you. It had been days since he did this, except to bring you food or ask you something. Your big smile soon died down a little when you saw his expression.
“Is something wrong?” you asked, feeling your heart beat to your chest.
“I talked to the farmers…”
“Yeah?” you still didn’t like it. In fact, you liked it even less now.
“And they agreed that you can stay with them for a while before they get you to town”
“What? But-but we’re leaving today, right?”
“You’re not coming with us, (Y/N)”
“Why?” you cried out feeling desperate. This was what you had feared. “You can’t just leave me here! I know this is because I got hurt but that can happen. You’ve been shot too. Three times and yet that’s ‘different’ as you say”
“I can’t stand seeing you hurt” his voice sounded more aggressive than before “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. I just want to stay with you, Ben. Don’t push me away!”
“It’s for your own good. Don’t you see it?”
“I see that there’s less danger here. But how can you know what’s good for me, what I want?” he took hold of your arms
“You deserve better. A better life”
“You already gave me that” you whispered “It’s what I want. If you leave me here you still have to let me go. And obviously that’s not what you want”
“I want you safe” you crossed your arms
“How can you know I’m safe if you’re not around? I know how often you check up on me and everything. You wouldn’t last a day without me by your side. You’d go crazy with worry”
“I’ll get used to it” he raised his chin “And you’re staying. I made up my mind, there’s no way I’m changing it” with that he turned around and walked away. Your heart was still beating like crazy and you took a deep breath. You knew he was serious and would leave you here, by force if he had to. But there might be a chance that he soon realized that he was wrong and would come back for you…
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@woman-with-no-name (I hope you don't mind being tagged in all of it but I thought it's Ben Wade x reader, so lol)
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Currently reading through the spiderpool blog and just finished the civil war era. That alternate timeline where Pete is an assassin, of course we know Ben is alive but what happens to that version Ben and May? I wonder if they know what he is doing and if they are still even apart of his life.
oh, anon. anon... it's a sad little tale,, it's a sad little story. i do imagine that this specific peter parker pursues his career of fame and fortune, and becomes vain and horrible. a real "talk to my agent!" kind of asshole.
and initially, he still cares for uncle ben and aunt may. they're the only two people in the world who loved him properly. but... but. fame goes to his head. the old cliché. he's making bank, and – there's less urgency for him to stay to support aunt may because uncle ben's still around, so, peter kind of goes his own way. very quickly he can afford his own apartment by doing tv deals and very quickly he's signed on for a movie deal. he is hot shit.
of course all of that fame and being so busy and being so secretive and spider-man's identity still being a secret to the public and to ben and may means that he ultimately grows distant from may and ben. he skips school to pursue fame, doesn't think he needs it. and i mean, the guy hates high school. it's a living hell for him. he's given an out - of course he'll take it. he doesn't graduate high school. doesn't get a college education. doesn't tell uncle ben and aunt may because obviously they wouldn't endorse him dropping out of school.
they wouldn't get it. they wouldn't understand. he becomes a mystery to them. they don't know where he goes, what's going on with him. he's barely home and then he, so very quietly, moves out with all the money he's made.
fame is fickle, though, and - spider-man doesn't capture peoples hearts for the long-term. spider-man doesn't inspire heroism in this world. he doesn't waste his effort on selfless deeds. he doesn't become a heroic figure. hence why wade doesn't join weapon x.
the spider-man of this turn of events doesn't amount to more than a quick cash-grab, and the people are over him so quickly. people who worked with him realise he's kind of a jerk, and isn't even pulling in money anymore. spider-man becomes a has-been before he even reaches his twenties.
so, this spider-man lives alone - can't face uncle ben and aunt may because he's quickly realising that yeah. he made the wrong choice. he dug his grave, and he has to lay in it. he's a drop-out, and he feels like peter parker is entirely worthless. he can barely look at himself in the mirror. at least as spider-man he has some power. some reputation. something. peter parker? peter parker disappeared off the face of the planet some years ago, and nobody knows who or where he is. peter parker is dead and neglected. there's no future for peter parker. so he builds a life with the skills that he has, as spider-man. he does what he's good at. becomes hired muscle. becomes hired muscle for anyone that can pay his rates. those are usually bad guys.
he falls deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole. and the further he falls, the harder it is for him to conceive he could ever come back to uncle ben and aunt may and have them welcome and accept him, with all the mistakes he's made.
unfortunately, in this particular timeline - as bex and i'd plotted it out for the alt!verse fic where wade winds up trapped with this sad, isolated peter parker - it still takes uncle ben dying to destroy peter's barricades and have him finally reach out to aunt may, in his way. first distantly offering her financial support before he, after months, eventually gains the courage to face her. and she can see the scars on his face.
i think it kind of universally takes uncle ben dying for peter to learn "great power great responsibility" - not as peter interprets or misinterprets it, but... the loss of uncle ben meaning peter recognising he has a responsibility to the people around him. he can't disappear from it. he can't isolate himself from it. when uncle ben passes, he finds out he has a responsibility to aunt may. that's kind of the whole thing, that's what great responsibility is. him filling uncle ben's shoes.
i think that's something i'm obsessed with - that peter knows that the loss of uncle ben means he needs to step up and fill ben's shoes, but he's still not entirely sure what it means. what he has to do to be able to fill that void that's left empty by ben's absence. what ben meant. what manhood means.
great responsibility is about manhood, and looking after the people you love. it's not - it's not about what you owe the world.
i think peter unfortunately has to learn that lesson the hard way, every time.
but, eventually, at some point, peter comes home.
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The Feel of the universe
To start I want everything to feel extremely different. who ever the directors are I want them to bring their unique vision to each project and character. However Worlds Finest by mark wade and art by Dan Mora is close to how id like an overall tone/feel.
For the Characters Costumes; Batman and the bat family I imagine that they have very classic cloth like costumes with armor reinforcements underneath and some on top such as the symbols or gauntlets. (think Ben aflecks suit but not made from tires)
Superman was another easy one for me. I want him to look similar to how Christopher Reeves looked back in superman ‘78. however I’d prefer more visible stitching because I like the Idea that Ma Kent made it. I would also like the Fleischer logo but that's just a personal preference.
Wonder Woman and the justice society was a Hard one for me to think of. However, I think wonder woman in this should have a hard Greek inspired costume in this first movie. The justice society should look similar to how they do in Star girl with characters like hawk man or Dr.Fate looking closer to black Adam so that they stand out.
The green lanterns took the longest to figure out and i still have no clue what they should look like. I don't like the idea of an all CG suit again. However I would like a CG emblem or lining/piping that glows brighter with the more “will” they're using.
Finally for phase one is the flash which was unironically the hardest Ive had to come up with. but I feel like it should look similar to the bat family suits. its made out of a fireproof cloth he stole, it has armor padding similar to pads for rollerblading and the cowl is more helmet like with gold boots
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YOUR TAGS W THE SPORTS FAN THING SJDND I LITERALLY HAVE "football x reader" "football imagine" etc tags hidden bc it sends me NUTS
RIGHT oh my god reader imagines infuriate me to my core it's like no i don't want to wade through fifty fucking mason mount/ben chilwell/john stones imagines fics just to find one decent gifset for my damn blog!!!
#if people enjoy them then FINE god forbid i stop people enjoying stuff#but the heterosexuality of it all brings me out in a cold sweat i swear#ask
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The show was clearly getting tired of the school setup by S4, but I really liked the gimmick supernatural takes on rich boarding school events, supernatural teens just getting to be supernatural teens, as well as the low-stakes playground politics. Kinda wish we had gotten to see even more. Home Ec! Academic Quiz Bowl! Alumni day! Science fair! (I guess Coven Day ep kind of covered those two?) College and/or job applications, supernatural or otherwise! What does vampire dentistry look like?
But I'm mostly thinking about this because Hope running unopposed for school council makes me laugh the more I think about it, and I wish there had been more ridiculous school council stuff. Imagine:
- Landon suddenly being school council in S2 because HE's the one who ran unopposed (in the absence of Hope memories) as the only phoenix in school.
- Later, they're arguing over whether this faction is just "not-singular-witch/vamp/wolf" or do they get to slice even more factions out. Like, sure, Landon would never run against Hope, but what about Wade, Ethan, or Ben and Jen?
- Would Kaleb run as a dragon or as a vampire? Would Cleo run as a witch or a Muse/Oracle/Fury?
- The absolute COMEDY of all fifth-faction members "campaigning" despite everyone also running, and what sort of tiebreaker shenanigans the school has to come up with if everyone votes only for themselves? "The kids learn about non-FPTP voting systems" L O L.
- Or, Landon busting in in the middle of S5 just to tiebreak with the only second vote for Hope because he's the Ferryman now and so technically still fifth faction lel (or Ben could argue that the gods are a separate faction so Landon was one of them now lel).
- But hey, how do they apportion funds for the clubs, anyways?
- (Yes, I know by S4 humanity-off Hope didn't give a shit about this stuff, and also they dropped most of these kinds of stories due to pandemic logistics. Let me dream!)
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