#honestly this movie is a close second to legally blonde

[its-tea-time-darling]

and in conclusion, may i just say that it does NOT say RSVP on the statue of liberty?

#honestly this movie is a close second to legally blonde #iconic #clueless

[chocominnie]

One Last Time — 05

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01 02

⇢ Word Count : 3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

The scent of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon is what wakes you up from your sleep. Hair and body tangled in-between the blankets, which lets you know you you had tossed and turned once again. The frizzball on your head is definitely going to be a challenge to work with. Stretching your limbs, you let out a small yawn only for your hands to drop back down and feel nothing but cold emptiness.

Was it a dream? Dream? You didn’t even have one of your night terrors for the first time in a year. The dream to you seemed rather pleasent. Jimin tangled up in your arms as he holds you tight while you breathe into his bare chest. The warmness is something you had longed for once again and it all felt surreal.

‘‘ You awake yet?’‘

The voice startles you, making you drop your phone onto the comforter and turn your head towards the bedroom door where it came from. His blonde hair and small smile peep through the door, hoping to atleast get a better reaction out of you. 

So it is real.

“ You’re really here? Did I bump my head too hard to where im imagining things?” You pull the covers close to you for security. Just as in your dream, there he is barechest and all.

He lets out a squeaky laugh followed by a smile as he comes towards your bed, tapping them to give you a signal to open. You raise an eyebrow but oblige, spreading them a bit only for him to sit inbetween them. It feels as if you’re heart might explode with the sudden flirtacious moves from him. Something you have been wanting but still aren’t used to.

‘‘ You slept so good that you don’t remember last night?”

You look at him eyes wide and then down to your body, “ Please tell me we didn’t-’’

‘‘ As much as I would of love to, No.’‘

A shot of relief flows through you but sadness soon comes over. He isn’t yours to be thinking these sorts of things. He isn’t yours in general. It wouldn’t be right for him to say things like that to you, while still entangled with another female.

‘‘ Why so sad?” His hands comes to your face to caress your cheeks. You shake your head softly then grab his hand to slowly lower it back down.

Jimin sighs, “ Baby just tell me whats wrong.’’

That word. That word you know always messes things up with your thoughts. Your emotions, hell everything in your body too.

You slowly make your way off of the bed, not interested in the conversation anymore. It’s not like you don’t want to continue, you do, but the guilt of everything that comes with it is enough to stir you away.

‘‘ Jimin don’t use that word. You technically still belong to Isabel.”

‘‘ Is she here at this very moment?” He cocks his head to the side with a smirk. You roll your eyes in response to his cockiness.

‘‘ No. That doesn’t change the fa-”

‘‘ Alright then. Now are you going to tell me what’s really on your mind or do I have to force it out?” He raises his hands and scrunches them with grabby motions. You don’t fall for it though. 

You make your way to the doorway, “ That’s all Jimin. I promise. Just call me by  my real name okay?’’

But that’s not what you want. What you want you know you can’t have. It’s not because you can’t have it because you want too. It’s just that it would make you feel like a terrible, horrible person. The look on his face when you say those words almost make you give in. Those puppy eyes caught yours and for a split second you almost consider it but don’t. It’s hard for you, it really is. Having something dangling in your face but you’re too concious to have it.

He’s still not yours. 

With the morning being spent eating a good breakfast Jimin made your favorite pancakes. You watched him carefully, the way his hair bobbed up and down a bit while his right arm whisked the batter quickly. He seemed so natural and comfortable as if he was used to doing this for you. With your elbows on the island counter and head in your hands while you’re seated, you can’t help yourself to stare at the back of him and let the memories float in your mind.

Memories that never fade from you. It’s cute of him to steal glances of you here and there when pouring the batter into the pan. The small winks he gives you makes your heart flutter and the blood rush to your cheeks. It feels rather good to you to have his presence here. Despite the guilty feeling in the pit of your stomach.

 The rest of the day you two decide to lounge around. Endless movies and tv shows throughout the day as you’re cuddled up next to him with a pink colored blanket for the two of you to share. Clara seems to enjoy her time with him too since she won’t let him put her down. She meows loudly with every movement of him. Such a drama queen.

‘‘ Jimin it’s getting late..” You pause, looking up at him. He gives you a small frown when he sits up in hopes you won’t finish your sentence. “ She might begin to worry you’re not home yet.”

Jimin ignores your comment only to latch onto your body a little more rougher, arms not wanting to let go. You giggle before running your fingers through his hair as his head lays softly onto your chest. You wan’t him to leave mentally, but your body wants to hold on to him for way much longer.

‘‘ Your heartbeat is soothing to me.”

It always has been. Anytime he just wanted to talk when you were in a relationship, he would lay you down and then lay himself on you with his ear pressed against your chest. Some days he would have been happy to talk, others, he just wanted to lay there to fall asleep.

‘‘ Seriously Jimin. You should leave.” 

He shakes his head, ‘’ Shhh. Jungkook is coming soon and I would love to sit here and have you to myself.’’

You raise an eyebrow is confusion, “ Why is he coming here?’’

‘‘ I kind of sort of lost my keys to my home. Isabel came yesterday to give the copy’s she went and made when we were at Ryan’s office.  I left the house key with Jungkook while going after you instead of putting it on my keychain right away.”

So that explains why she came. It also would of been better to have touch pad, or even facial recognition to enter the home. Anyone can just copy the key to your home. The fans are already crazy enough after that time you two saw one trying to follow you into your used-to-be shared apartment. It didn’t end so well either.

“ Why don’t you have touch-pad?” You say, sitting up with a disappointed look.

‘‘ Funny story. When the house was made I thought keys would be better than touch-pad on the outside because any paparazzi who manages to get through the front could snap pictures of the code. So why not use a key right?’‘

You just sigh and shake your head in disappointment, not even wanting to explain why that would still be a dumb idea. “ Whatever makes you happy.”

‘‘ But if you were there you would of stopped me.. right?”

Your eyes shoot down to him only to see him staring right back up into yours. The butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter once more. It’s been so long since you felt those.

‘‘ Yes. Yes I would have told you it was a dumb option because nobody can make it past security without calling you first.’‘ You whisper, both of your faces inches away from each other.

‘‘ I thought so. Can I make another dumb suggestion?’‘ His voice says, faint enough for you to hear making the hairs stick up on your neck.

You swallow slowly as chills run down your spine out of anxiety, ‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ This.’‘

It all feels surreal to you. His lips against yours moving in sync together it’s all just surreal. Within seconds his tongue is swiping against your lips begging for entrance in which you comply. The way his hands rub up and down your thighs is sure to make you moan against the kiss, grabbing them to lead it to your core. He obliges and traces the outline of it outside of your clothing, laying you down gently on the couch in the process.

Until that painful doorbell rings loudly causing you both to groan. Jimin pulls away with a plop noise and give you a wink before lifting off of you to go see who is at the door. Your clothes are ruffled up a bit and that small wet spot between your legs seems to not too noticeable when you fix yourself up quickly.

Sex with Jimin. You almost had sex with Jimin. You feel wrong about it but at the same time you want nothing more to have him make you a screaming moaning mess. You miss him, the way his stroke game is, and everything about him dominating you in the bedroom. 

He’s still not yours though.

‘‘ Who is it?’‘

You sit up and fix your hair to at-least look presentable. That kiss meant everything to you. Your feelings and body enjoyed it but your mind did not. It slipped your mind that you should of pulled away. Nothing can replace how it felt to have his lips on yours again.

The door opens revealing Jungkook who’s face is a little red and breathing hard. He runs inside and shoves Jimin out the way before slamming the door shut and locking it with his back against the wall. You furrow your eyebrows and get up from the spot you’re sitting in.

‘‘ Jungkook what’s happening? Why are you run-”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

‘‘ Open the door now! I know you guys are in there! Jimin get your ass out here now!’’

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Your eyes go wide. That voice. That oh so familiar voice is standing right outside your apartment door. 

‘‘ I tried telling her you went to practice with Seokjin for some new choreography but she knew I lied. Im sorry I tried to run as fast as I could to my car to get away from her. She followed me here in her car and then I had to run some more up to your apartment.’‘ He breathes hard, handing the new set of keys to Jimin.

Shit! You have no words to say. This wouldn’t of all started if you wouldn’t have been so stubborn yesterday to just take a taxi. You wouldn’t of passed out, he wouldn’t have been here with you all day today.

That doesn’t excuse the fact that this girl is batshit crazy for following Jungkook and showing up at your actual fucking apartment. Jimin looks at you with sorriness in his eyes. You look at him with anger and cross your arms to prove your point as to why he should have left in the first place.

 ‘‘ Im going outside to talk to her. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Jimin’s hand pushes down the handle to the door and as soon as he cracks it open, the force of the door pushes open harshly hitting the wall next to it, making him stumble back a little.

‘‘ So you think it is okay to go to your exes apartment? I would never disrespect you like that Jimin, you know that!”  Rage has taken upon her, face red and it doesn’t already help that her facial expression is beyond pissed.

Slap!

You watch in horror as her hand connects with his left cheek. Jungkook’s eyes go wide, but then frown into anger before walking over to her. Stomping with each step he takes.

“ Watch what your fucking doing okay? That’s my brother and I certainly do not hit girls but with one click of a button Ryan will be on her way to beat your ass got it?’’ 

‘‘ Jungkook stay out of this! This isn’t your battle. Now you, you have some nerve letting him inside here. Obviously you were not enough for him to go cheating on you.” Isabel says, stepping away from Jimin and leaving him there at the door.

That one hurt. She does have a point though, you should of made Jimin leave regardless of what he said to you. You got caught up in the moments that weren’t meant to be yours. Its true, she has every right to be mad.

‘‘ I don’t appreciate you being around Jimin..” She inches closer to you, hands on her hips. You begin to back up, eyes to the ground of guilt. If only things wouldn’t have unfolded like this.

‘‘ Your relationship to him is starting to be inapropriate.” Isabel’s eyes make contact with yours when you look up. She looks at you as if you’re disgusting, and you can’t blame her.

‘‘ Isabel..’‘ Jimin warns, coming behind her.

On the heel of her feet, she turns around shaking her head. “You don’t deserve to talk. You care so much about her, but did you forget we are a couple? We may just be cooling things off between us, but you are still mine as I am to you.’‘

Jimin sighs, stopping just behind her, ‘‘ Isabel look..”

“ Jimin..” Jungkook starts, uneasy of what his brother is to say next. You know what’s coming and you know that tone of Jimin’s voice all too well.

The same one he used when breaking up with you. You see the tears well in her eyes. Some part of you feels bad for her because you know those words well. You know that feeling all too good.

‘‘ Are you really breaking up with me because of her? We were doing just fine until she showed back up in the picture. Are you seriously doing this?” Her voice cracks on the last words. That made your heart sting a bit. This isn’t right.

Jimin sighs looking at the two of you back and forth. You are the one for him, it’s no doubt. It was a stupid choice for him to cheat on you. It was a stupid choice for him to leave you in the dust like that. You gave him everything. A loving relationship, a home, happiness, you are the highlight of his days. He misses you just as much as you miss him.

“ Isabel we are through. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man to your expectations. It’s my fault. All my fault and I shouldn’t have let you belie-”

“ Fuck you. Fuck you Park Jimin.” Her words slice through the air, piercing Jimin right in his heart. It hurt for him to hear that, but he deserves it.

Jungkook doesn’t look so shocked, but he does wish Jimin would have did this else-where other than your apartment. Isabel looks at you with envy, reaching into her small chanel bag for something. Jungkook gives her a warning look to just leave before grabbing your arm to make you stand behind him.

“ Isabel I’ll walk you down. It’s best to just leave it be. Please.” Jimin begs from behind her. You watch the tears roll down her eyes and you still can’t help but to feel guilty.

You are the cause of their breakup. Maybe you really should have minded your business about Jimin. Maybe you shouldn’t have entertained his charming ways at all. Looking back down at her hands, you see a small pocket knife she grips tightly. You tap Jungkook and point which makes him push you behind him even more. 

“ It’s a bad idea. You can hurt me but you wont hurt my brother or her.” He says, daring her to make any type of movement towards you. 

Jimin comes behind her and attempts to grab the knife in which she slashes his palm on accident trying to push him away. In that quick second, Jimin hisses in pain while pulling away giving Isabel all the time she has to get to you while Jungkook is already across the room for his brother, forgetting you hiding behind him.

‘‘ Shit! Jimin are you okay?” He asks, but then quickly turns to you, “ Quick! Go hide! Hurry! “ Jungkook screams.

‘‘ Isabel this isn’t what he wants. He wants you to be happy and getting back at me will only upset him more!”  As if your words would even convince the crazy girl in the slightest. 

She just laughs as your words, fastly walking to you who’s, running towards the living area thinking it would cut time shorter if you cut through there to your bathroom.

You aren’t fast enough. She tackles you to the ground where you two rumble around trying to get away from her until she putting all her weight on you as she sits directly on your chest making it hard for you to breathe. 

“ Maybe a little mark on your face will tell you to stop home-wrecking people’s relationship.” She raises the knife up high and you watch in horror before she raises it back to in attempt to make a slash on your forehead.

You block each attempt at her trying to slash anything on your face. Your dad always told you to protect your face in self defense and fighting and thats what you do. Only until with one last thrush, the knife connects with your forearm, making a nice sized gash on it.

‘‘ Fuck!”

The voices in your area fade in and out. You look to your left to see Isabel being dragged out by a pair of cops. But the puddle of blood forming around you rapidly sends you into panic. Only you cant panic. You cant speak. Your vision is slowly loosing faith in you.

Open.

Close.

Open.

Close.

Open.

Cl-

#one last time #park jimin #ex bf jimin #ex boyfriend jimin #exbf!jimin #jimin fanfic #jimin smut #jimin scenario #jimin x reader #jimin angst #jimin sad #jimin oneshot #bts oneshot #bts fanfic' #bts smut #bts angst #bts reaction #bts fanfic #bts one shot #bts fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenario #jungkook reaction #jungkook oneshot #jungkook one shot #idol jimn #idol!Jimin #idol jimin au

[gohyuck]

the purge: society

pairing: firefighter!san x reader

genre: purge au, angst, some fluff

warnings: mentions of violence (especially violence against cops), murder, blood, injury, weapons (guns, knives, metal baseball bats)

word count: 2.4k

note: this was originally meant to be a drabble and it’s still pretty short so i didn’t get to elaborate on the characters but honestly maybe i’ll explore a purge universe with ateez someday because this was fun (i’ve never watched any of the movies though so i’ll have to get on that)

“What the fuck?” 

He hadn’t expected to see anyone left alive on this street.

“Shut up and get down,” You hiss, reaching your good arm up to grab onto the man’s jacket collar before unceremoniously pulling him towards you. He stumbles, falling gracelessly onto you. A scream bubbles up in your throat as he accidentally puts pressure onto your already free-bleeding bicep, but you get ahold of yourself just in time, only letting the quietest of wounded moans escape you. 

“You’re the first person that hasn’t tried to kill me before talking to me all night - oh, shit,” The stranger trails off, swearing when you effectively stop him from speaking further by placing your switchblade right under his skin. It’s only then that he even pauses to take you in: your back is up by the police car door, sure, and your left arm has a massive gash in it, but you’re armed. There’s a pistol laying idly in your lap, kept company by a metal baseball bat. 

Not to mention, the knife at his neck. 

“What the hell are you doing, walking around unarmed and with a first aid kit? Also, how the hell are you unarmed and with just a first aid kit? What the fuck?” You let the questions out in a rapidfire fashion, and he can’t help but clock the slight rasp in your voice. It’s easier to recognize than the pained wheeze you’re trying very, very hard to suppress, but neither escape him. He’s trained to notice the little things, anyways. 

“You need to bandage that shit up,” The man ignores your questions, moving his head just enough to miss your blade but also enough to be able to look you in the eyes. “How long has it been bleeding?”

“That’s none of your business,” You grit out. “Answer my questions or I’ll kill you right here and now.”

“If I answer yours, will you answer mine?” For some reason, he doesn’t seem to be panicking just yet. His gaze is sincere, but it’s too solid to be that of a bona fide idiot. You suck in a breath of air. Threatening him would be so much easier if he didn’t seem like a nice guy. It’s hard enough to live through the night, you don’t need guilt on your hands, and you know you’re going to feel guilty when you kill him. And you will kill him.

You need that first aid kit. You’ll do anything for it.

Anything, starting off with lying. 

“Sure,” You reply, steeling yourself for any sudden movements he might make now that you’re faking amicability. Maybe he’ll believe you to be vulnerable and try for your pistol or your bat, or maybe he’ll be properly cruel and finish off your arm. You don’t want to think about it. He lets out a sigh of relief, and you can’t help but wonder if you’ve actually affected him after all. “Now speak.”

“Not unarmed, there’s a police-issue pistol in my jacket and a tactical knife in my jeans. I’m not totally nuts. First aid kit’s for my buddy, though, I’ll be real, you need it way more than him.” There’s something resembling concern in his expression as his eyes flit between your torn arm and your face, but that barely interests you. You haven’t truly registered anything after ‘police-issue’.

You lean in, pressing the edge of your knife against the skin directly above his adam’s apple. For the first time since you’d cornered him, your mystery purger’s breath hitches. His eyebrows draw together in confusion. It’s no matter. You no longer regret the fact that you’ll have to tear his jugular out yourself. 

“You’re a hog, huh,” You stare him down, any sympathy you might’ve had gone. For a moment, it seems as if he has no concept of what you’re saying. A second passes, though, and his gaze clears. 

“Firefighter,” He responds, though the word is garbled due to him attempting to keep his movements to a minimum. You pull back slightly, very slightly, to let him explain. “I… found a dead cop, jacked his pistol. I’ll show you my ID, if you want.” 

“Let me see it.” You nod your head at him as if giving him permission to live a little longer, though you both know full well that identity theft and identity fabrication are legal, too. Might as well see how much effort he puts into a fake. The man waits until you pull back just a bit more, enough to let him slowly reach his hand into his back pocket before producing a lanyard. 

You grab it out of his grip with your hurt arm, not willing to move your knife too far away from his throat. You simply don’t have a good enough read on - you glance down - San Choi, ACT Firefighter, Employee ID: 018-102-4 to allow yourself any leeway with him. 

His gently smiling face stares up at you from the plastic card, protected only by a clear sleeve connected to a red lanyard. San’s photo has black hair and an undercut, styled so his forehead is on display. A pair of dimples makes a guest appearance, and, overall, he seems like a genuinely sweet guy. The ID looks real, too, so maybe you aren’t totally fucked. 

The San under your knife has bleach blond hair that almost falls over his eyes, though you suppose you can’t blame him for skipping out on the hair product tonight. He seems slightly tanner than his photo, his skin beautiful even now as dust from the aftermath of the explosion starts to settle against it. 

Right. The explosion. 

Recalling the events leading up to you meeting San forces you to remember that you have a gaping, bloody gash in your left arm. You’re honestly lucky to be alive, having ducked and used the car you’re against for cover from flying debris after a building down the block had exploded. You’d just finished driving your knife into a cop’s side - third cop of the night, eighth of your career as a purge cop killer - to make sure that he was dead when you’d heard the bomb go off, and you’d dropped before even thinking about it. Something had hit your arm on the way down, and when the adrenaline had finally left your system, you’d taken note of your blood-soaked sleeve. 

You’d closed the car door after that, sealing your third murder of the night in the vehicle just so you could lean up against the door. It had been 6:31 in the morning then, and you had figured that someone would come by and kill you in the last moments before legality ensued again. You’d assumed that you’d fight, of course you would, but your arm being totally fucked definitely put a damper on your belief in your ability to overcome anyone or anything else. 

Instead of the disgruntled, trigger-happy purger you’d expected to eventually find, though, you’d been found by San Choi. San Choi, who’s currently staring at your wounded arm like it’s grown eyes and can stare back. 

“Come on, let me fix it up,” He pleads, lifting the kit up with the hand that’s farther from you. “You might not trust me, or whatever, but the purge is about to end as it is. I have a paramedic friend, Seonghwa, who’s taught me the basics of -”

“Shut the fuck up.” You tell him, though you’re quickly losing your bite. He obeys regardless. God, your arm really, really fucking hurts. Before pulling your knife back, you check the watch on your wrist. 6:47. Stay alive for 13 more minutes, 780 more seconds. You’ll be fine. You take the shakiest breath you’ve ever taken. 

You pull your knife away from him. 

Nothing happens. 

“I’m going to use an alcohol free wipe and then wrap gauze around your arm, okay? You’ll just have to hold out until we can get you to a working hospital after that,” San speaks as if he’s talking to a child, or a scared animal, and you can’t blame him. He doesn’t seem like a purger, but you technically are one. You wouldn’t put it past yourself to attack on a whim if you were him. He, very slowly and with his hands in your full view at all times, opens the kit and pulls out the requisite materials. 

“Gonna need you to rip your sleeve off above the cut.” He continues, leaning back as you bring your knife up to your clothes and slit the cloth right above your wound. You tear the remainder of the sleeve off your arm before throwing it behind you somewhere. San gently grabs ahold of your elbow - his palm is calloused in a way that tells you he lifts regularly, and you’re sure of this as he discards his jacket and you watch the muscles ripple in his arms under his thin black shirt - and places the wipe against your cut. 

Your reaction is instantaneous: now that you’re completely past the adrenaline stage, the feeling of something, anything against the gash has you reeling to cry out. Before you can even process that you’ve made a sound, a hand presses hard against the back of your head, shoving your mouth against San’s. 

He doesn’t know how else to shut you up. 

His lips are chapped, but the sensation of being kissed so suddenly jars you out of your pain. San attempts to pull back, and you can already feel the apologetic wince he’s about to give you, but he brushes over your wound with the wipe again and your pain doubles back. It’s you that pulls him in this time, pressing your lips to his sloppily but forcefully as if it’ll alleviate the burn in your arm. 

Kissing him only slightly muffles you at best, but you no longer care. The purge isn’t over yet. You could both die at any second. Hell, San could kill you at any second. His hand moves from the back of your head to cup your face as he leans in towards you to deepen the kiss. His lips are chapped, yes, but they’re soft. He tastes like mint and copper: there’s a cut in his lower lip. You don’t mind. 

San pulls away for a moment, but only does so to grab the gauze from the kit. Once he’s wrapped it around your arm once, twice, thrice, he leans back in and your mouth accepts his own eagerly, your other hand coming up to drape over his shoulder. Neither of you know why you’re doing this, kissing a stranger with such fervor as one of you bandages the other up, but you both know that there’s really nothing else to do. 

It’s only after he finishes taping you up that the two of you pull away fully. His eyes are still just as kind as you’d thought them to be at first, though his lips are far more swollen than they’d been mere minutes prior. You admire your handiwork, eyes tracing his features as he admires his own, thumb very, very gently running over your gauze. Both of you raise your heads to smile sheepishly at each other at the exact same time.

Three things happen in rapid succession. 

“Good?” San’s voice is barely above a whisper, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Just as you’re about to speak - 

“San!” A voice, low and hoarse, interrupts you, and you look up to see the barrel of a gun pointed directly at the space between your eyes. You’re frozen in place for a split second before you start reaching for your own pistol. Your fingers brush the grip when - 

The clock strikes seven, and sirens go off all around you, signalling the end of the purge. 

The gun is out of your face. Your hand moves off of your own.

“San,” The owner of the gun pays you no mind, suddenly, his entire focus on San. The gun-owner reaches a hand out, and the firefighter beside you takes it, allowing himself to get pulled up to his feet. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, Yunho, I’m totally good,” San responds, giving the taller man a cat-like grin of reassurance. Yunho’s got a fireman’s helmet on, and you suppose it’s good as protection. He must be a fellow firefighter, then. He’s tall, and though he’d seemed nothing short of severe mere moments ago, he seems softer, kinder now that the purge is over. The transformation is enough to give you whiplash. His right hand is wrapped in bandages, and this catches San’s sight at the same time it catches your own. “What the hell happened to you, though?” 

“That policeman you killed had buddies,” Yunho replies with ease, but you don’t miss San’s wince. Seems like he hadn’t just happened upon that police-issue pistol. You can’t help the small grin that fights to make its way across your face. “They tried to get into the station, we had to fortify ourselves. We’re mostly fine, just that Woo’s lost a finger. He’ll live once he stops whining about it. We were mostly worried about you, honestly, taking fucking forever just to find a first aid kit. Who’s this?”

Yunho moves the topic of conversation over to you so naturally that you barely even realize what has happened before San is reaching a hand out to you to pull you up to a standing position. You grab ahold of your pistol, though you shove the bat off your lap before allowing yourself to be brought up. Without thinking, you practically plaster yourself to San’s side. Now that he’s for sure what he told you he was, and now that you’re no longer in danger of dying, you can’t help but feel inexplicably connected to him even though neither of you know each other. San wraps an arm around your waist naturally, and neither of you miss Yunho’s eyebrow raise. Neither of you acknowledge it, either. 

“This?” San asks rhetorically, turning his head slightly to look at you. He’s smiling again, and you find that you want to see it more often. Maybe you’re experiencing the onset of delirium. You hope not. “This is…” 

“(Name),” You reply, being honest. There’s no need for you to lie. Besides, you owe San answers, right? You stick your uninjured arm out, letting Yunho shake your hand. San’s grip tightens around your waist. 

“I’m (Name).”

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there's always money in the banana stand

riverdale promptathon week 3: yellow + business

Even as the sun sets, even as the breeze blows, the hell furnace of July in Riverdale burns on. It’s triply as sweltering inside the tiny booth running three freezers, offloading heat to sustain the frozen merchandise inside. “How can it be so hot in there when we are supposed to be selling frozen bananas?” JB complains, at least twice a week.

She’s twelve. Complaint is her new first language. She complains about being left in Riverdale while Gladys went back to Toledo. She complains about living in a trailer park that usually does not have warm water. She complains about their father being imprisoned for covering up a gruesome murder. But most of all, she complains about working in the banana stand.

Child labor laws aside, Jughead can’t blame her for that one. He hates the damn banana stand, but it’s their best shot.

Gladys’ monthly check covers rent and utilities for the trailer. Everything else is on him, now. The idiot eighteen year old who decided to petition the court to be his sister’s legal guardian. Well, and his idiot mom who signed off on it. So he needs money, and the Jones family has never been particularly flush with cash, just trampled over by FP’s failed “business opportunities.”

Enter: the banana stand.

It’s not the fastest revenue stream, Jughead finds. But it’s got potential.

Initially, Dilton doesn’t let him sell during the Twilight Drive-In’s concession stand hours. Before or after the movie, sure, but no overlap. “I’m not worried about competition, Jones. It’s just too humiliating for me to watch you sweat through that horrible yellow polo you call ‘branding.’”

But when customers asked him more than twice a night when the banana stand would be open, Dilton caved.

It’s not like being open during the screening hours is a whole lot more preferable. He only just transferred from Southside to Riverdale High last spring; now he’s the rising senior who hands out phallic symbols from inside a giant phallic symbol. Not exactly a boon to his popularity.

Still, recently the money is enough to pay the internet bill and keep JB fed for dinner when she can’t go to the summer breakfast and lunch program at the local park district. It’s still not enough for him to eat particularly well, and the smell of hot dogs and slurp of his classmates’ slushies makes the heat feel like a minor inconvenience.

He eyes the tip jar, willing himself to wait on rampaging the concession stand until the beginning of the film roar dies down. It’s a double feature tonight, which means maybe he can score enough cash to cover those damn college application fees his counselor will start hounding him about week one of school.

Then he sees her—Betty Cooper. She’s laughing, watching Archie Andrews try to catch popcorn in his mouth, tossed by his paramour, Veronica Lodge. She pauses to sip from her slushie straw, her lips—which he’s watched argue against homophobic and racist comments in their advanced lit class, or pressed to the cheek of her other best friend, Kevin Keller. Which he’s imagined, doing slightly less savory things, though the mere thought of said imagining has his heart pounding wildly.

(Jughead’s been eating way too many fucking bananas. Someone needs to check his potassium levels.)

His absolutely pathetic gaze, once available three times a day in their shared classes where Jughead has still not managed to exert any confidence whatsoever regarding speech, eye contact, or general acknowledgement of Betty Cooper’s existence other than whatever drooling may or may not be happening, all of which he finds he has no control over… is all interrupted by the absolute polar opposite of Betty Cooper. Hiram Lodge zooms up to the banana stand on his segway, angling to a stop just before taking out the stand’s foundation.

“Still getting a hang of that, Mayor Lodge?”

Hiram grimaces. “Just checking that you’ve renewed your business permit, Jones.”

They do this once a week. It’s still the same permit.

“You know,” Hiram starts as Jughead rustles for the paperwork to make him go the fuck away, “I could find you an arrangement with a better banana supplier. For a discount. If you’re interested.”

Jughead rolls his eyes. “I’m not interested in your GMO, black market bananas, Hiram.”

Hiram gives him a pointed look. Jughead rolls his eyes even harder. “Mayor Lodge.” He proffers the papers, Hiram waves them away. “I’ll take one chocolate peanut butter dip. With peanuts.”

Jughead kisses his teeth. “That will be $3.50.”

Hiram’s whole face goes serpentine. “Not between business partners, Jones. Put it on my tab.”

Jughead grits his teeth, handing the finished banana so aggressively he hopes that the chocolate splatters and stains Hiram’s $500 tie. It is only slightly worth it to watch Hiram struggle with navigating the segway one-handed, frozen banana in the other.

He muffles a chuckle before realizing he’s used the dead end of the chopped peanut topping, and exits the stand to update the order board hanging on the outside. It’s mostly an excuse to feel a ten degree drop in temperature, a sweet relief he might be able to extend by grabbing a hot dog before the intermission rush.

He’s crossing off peanuts from the topping list and spinning around when he hears a shriek and a sudden, cold slosh across his chest. The yellow polo drips with artificial blue slushie, but Jughead swallows his fucking hell when he sees that the shriek, gaping stare of horror, and stumble in question all belong to his very own blonde kryptonite.

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD, jesus, shit, I’m so sorry!”

Jughead is frozen while Betty grabs about half his napkin dispenser and starts pawing at his shirt in a vain attempt to right the giant sticky blue mess all over his chest.

Finally, Jughead swallows the golf ball in his throat and chokes out. “Honestly, it’s fine. That stand is a sauna. I needed that.”

Betty stops, both her blotting and her stream of apologizing (which includes a fair bit of cursing, and he is a little revolted with himself by how much this turns him on).

“It’s going to get very sticky, soon. Maybe I should buy a bottle of cold water?”

Jughead can’t help himself. “Oh, impromptu yellow t-shirt contest?”

Betty grins.

I did that.

“Do you have any employees who could bring you another shirt?”

Jughead shakes his head. “Just my sister. She’s playing video games at home. There’s no earthly way she’ll bring me a spare.”

Betty cocks her head. “I had a feeling you were more than the silent back row kind of guy.”

The fact that Betty Cooper has, at any point, considered what kind of guy he is triggers full-on nervous blathering. “I’m usually very tired at school. I have this little sister—but I’m kind of um, her guardian. So I’m doing this stupid banana stand thing because it’s like one of the three assets to our entire family name I guess? Anyway, it’s hard to engage with Haggly’s basic discussion questions at eight in the morning when you spent the whole night dreaming about wholesale banana margins.”

He’s essentially vomiting words, but Betty is still smiling.

“Anyway, I should crawl back into my fruit-shaped purgatory and let you go back to your friends.”

She’s biting her lip, hedging. “Honestly, they’re probably using the alone time to make out in the car, and I’d rather let them get all their sexual tension out so that I don’t have to feel it radiating off of them for the whole second half of the double feature.”

Jughead laughs and tamps down the impulse to offer her a frozen banana, because he cannot possibly say something like that without making it sound sexual.

“What are frozen banana profit margins like, anyway?” Betty asks, either genuinely interested or legitimately flirting with him. Jughead finds both potentials baffling.

Jughead hesitates, then ducks inside the stand, pulling out his spiral bound notebook. “I’m still kind of figuring it out. All my records are in here.”

Betty sidles up to the stand, taking up the whole window. They’re both leaning over the scribbled line items on college ruled paper; he can smell her shampoo. She takes the notebook, scanning thoroughly.

“Do you have a pencil?”

He hands her one and observes her going to work, writing out some algebraic formula and calculating quickly in her head. There is a calculator within his reach, but he thinks handing it to her might come off as an insult. (Jughead wouldn’t know; he assumes Betty is in an advanced math class. Jughead is not.)

After a few minutes of watching her devoted focus, thinking about her hands touching his pencil, thinking about her hands wrapped around his hand, or his—

“I don’t know how to tell this to you, Jug.”

The shortening of his name stops his heart for a jolt, and his response is embarrassingly delayed. “What is it?”

Betty winces but smiles through it, a combination she’s surely learned to use when delivering bad news. It’s well earned, it really does soften the blow.

“There’s no money in the banana stand. At least, not with these margins.”

Jughead finds himself less than devastated by this news, mostly because it makes a hell of a lot of sense. The messenger doesn’t hurt, either.

“But,” she interrupts. “I don’t know if you’ve nailed down your course load for senior year. But I’m taking AP Econ? This could be, um, a good project. Like, if you want to take the class. Or even if you don’t. Not that you’re like a project or… whatever. I’m just saying we could figure it out. Make lemonade out of… bananas.”

Betty Cooper is extremely cute when she stammers.

Jughead doesn’t know what to do, so he gives her an easy out. “I can’t like, hire you, if that wasn’t obvious by the whole… deficit spending or whatever the whole negative circled number at the bottom of the page really means.”

She flushes. “No, that would be highway robbery. I just thought there might be an… opportunity. For um, us. I mean, for you and I. I mean—” she clears her throat, as if it’s closing up. “An academic opportunity. Or, in your case, professional. Well, a betterment of your livelihood. Okay, um, shit, just… I should go!”

She turns away, her face the deepest scarlet he’s ever seen.

“Betty, wait.”

She pivots back, eyes down at the ground.

“How about I buy you a new slushie and you come back into the booth. Tell me everything I’m doing wrong for the rest of the night.”

Betty looks up, biting the corner of her smile. “Sounds like a deal.”

They shake on it.

#this is unhinged but i had to ok #I HAD TO #riverdalepromptathon #riverdale fanfiction #bughead fanfiction #riverdalepromptathonweek3

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episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #ricky bowen #gina porter #seblos #nini salazar roberts #jack hsmtmts #carlos rodriguez #seb mathew smith #kourtney greene #big red #ashlyn caswell #caswell cousins #portwell will be the death of me #guac's episode text blocks :)

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Third gym squad with a theater kid s/o:

Kuroo Tetsurou

Tbh, he knew what he was signing up for when he started dating you.

He’s just not used to it, because he doesn’t have many extroverted friends who aren’t annoying pieces of-

I can envision you both going on the hub to watch pirated musicals. Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, you name it.

He loooves your singing voice, even if it’s your nervous purposely bad one.

You love the musicals that include allll the good stuff (trauma, death, tragedy, etc.)

Or the iconic ones. You can’t forget about those.

So you’re less-than-thrilled when your school chooses “Honk! The Musical” for this years play.

It’s a spin off of the ugly duckling that no one has heard of.

And when you come up to Kuroo sulking about this boring play you’re emotionally obliged to do, he can’t help but laugh a little.

But his laughter stops when he sees your eyes down at your shoes.

And then he shuts the fuck up because you’re actually upset.

After assuring that you will still be Broadway material even if you’re dressed up as a goose, you feel a little better.

In the two weeks leading up to auditions, Kuroo is starting to get caught humming “A Poultry Tale” at practice.

I mean, his Spotify feed went from Kendrick Lamar to Legally Blonde within one month of dating you, so cut the guy a break.

The day of auditions, you’re a bundle of nerves as you go over the dumb song again and again.

And Kuroo is like “calm down babe you’re gonna do great.”

That sure did a ton.

“Shut up Heather”

...

“Sorry Heather”

He’s also a bundle of nerves at practice, though. He just couldn’t let you see it.

By now, all of the Nekoma team knows you’re auditioning today, and the minute he walks in he just holds up a hand.

“They’re auditioning as we speak”

He’s not surprised when you get the lead.

He looks like the cat who ate the canary he’s a little amused when he figures out the lead is named “Ugly” but by now he has learned to keep it on the inside.

Your schedule is now jam packed, but that’s okay, because Nationals are also coming up for Kuroo and needs to put in some extra hours at the gym anyways.

You better believe two months later Kuroo is making his entire team buy a ticket.

Kuroo didn’t even get to see you on opening night because of dress rehearsals, but that’s okay.

He cleared his entire schedule that day and now has time to wallow in his own excitement and buy you some flowers.

He’s there with the squad team at 6PM sharp, dressed up, and trying to keep his dignity.

When you first walk on stage, the team snickers a little bit at your costume, but Kuroo was completely enraptured by your singing voice, your blocking, your makeup, everything.

This was much better than the demo CD that they had given you.

Afterwards, he gives you your flowers and is glued to your side for the rest of the night, babbling about how proud he was of you, and how talented you are, Nekoma team be damned.

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukki-poo already had a soft spot for the arts before he met you.

Not that he would tell anyone, ever.

When you started dating him though, it gave him an excuse to share his favorite soundtracks.

“you can hit that note, you know.”

*cue the arguing about how you aren’t Barbara Streisand*

When you two are walking through the hallway with him and you see the poster reading “Auditions for Karasuno High School’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ are open!” You start freaking out.

You love that movie! And Kei tolerates it!

Kei honestly thought you would be Ariel/Prince Eric when he first heard you singing “Part of Your World”

Like, you have the voice of a fucking lark. The directors have to be batshit crazy not to cast you.

In his humble opinion.

So he’s a bit taken aback when you get the role of Flounder, but he’s very proud anyways. Especially after you explain that there’s musical numbers that you’re in that aren’t in the movie.

He just hates your director for no reason now.

Practicing your lines with him in your free time becomes almost inevitable because you both have nothing else better to do.

And he can see how into it you are.

And let me just say that you are killing it.

Seriously. You have no problem getting into character, and Kei doesn’t say this much but-

It’s fucking adorable, okay? He has little goth moths in his stomach.

And he can’t wait to see the show, because then he can show you off.

That doesn’t mean he likes the other first years prying at your progress.

Hinata’s incessant questioning about theater anatomy and the memorization of your lines gets really annoying.

Even for someone with a normal temper like you-

“Yes it’s called the right wing. NOT wing spiker. Yes they’re off book. Now will you shut your trap already?”

Dress Rehearsals come, and you’re spinning around his room, face morphing from complete concentration to happy, go-lucky Flounder.

You, Kei, and Yamaguchi (your little third wheel-) all know the soundtrack pretty much up and down, left and right, backwards and inside out.

He still shivers remembering the time you just walked into his house not registering that Flounder’s makeup looks kind of scary up close-

All of his pride was sacrificed that day. All of it.

On the morning of opening night, Kei was walking you to the school, pretending to be bitchy about it being on a Saturday.

“C’mon, what am I supposed to do all day?”

As luck would have it, he’s stuck sitting next to one Hinata Shoyo. Lovely.

So he sat down next to him, and ignored him the whole show. I mean, it worked, he shut up after thirty seconds.

After the show, Kei has to wait a bit for you to take your makeup off, but when you come running out, he can’t hold back a tiny grin.

“That was good. I’m proud of you.”

And then he took you to dinner because singing makes a bad bleep hungry 😌

Bokuto Kotarou

Listen, you’re loud, Bokuto’s loud-

So basically you two are on a mission to not annoy Akaashi for as long as you can before inevitably getting yelled at for your affection and love and shit.

Now, both of you would love for this to be possible.

But the Frozen soundtrack makes it too difficult.

Especially when you can edit the lyrics just to piss off Konoha.

“Turn away and slAm the door *on Konoha”

“The wind is howling like the storm inside *of Konoha”

The possibilities are endless, really.

The game changer is when you two are belting out the song where Elsa and Anna are arguing.

And you accidentally hit the “I-i-I CANNNNT”

Akaashi is like for the love of GOD just audition for the play.

He quickly realizes that his suggestion was not a good idea.

Since guess what the musical is.

You’re auditioning as a joke, okay? You love Frozen, but this is a Fukurōdani Academy level play.

You didn’t expect to land the role of Olaf.

Your director sat you down and bluntly told you that he thought that you had the charisma and energy to be Olaf, but he knew that you were auditioning for a joke.

He needed you to be committed.

And hell yeah, you were gonna be committed.

At first, Bokuto was super proud of you! His s/o as a lead role? So impressive!

You even taught Bokuto your choreography for “In Summer”

He only retained half of it, but eh.

He’s a volleyball player. He tried.

As rehearsal times became longer and longer, Bokuto was a little upset at himself because he didn’t realize how committed you were until it hit him in the face.

Akaashi is there to get him out of his funk when you aren’t, though.

“They feel the same way when you need to be in the gym longer. It’s just a part of having a passion. Just utilize your time with them wisely.”

This bitch knows full well Bokuto doesn’t do ‘wise’ though, so he also sets to him a little more.

Dress rehearsals start, and Bokuto is always waiting for you to come out of the auditorium to ride the bus home.

You’re just bubbling over with stories about the magic of being on stage.

The lights, the microphones, the costumes, just talking about it makes you nostalgic already.

On opening night, Bokuto and Akaashi are there in the front row, going through the program.

“There’s y/n!!!!”

And you can’t see him because of the blinding spotlight, but you can hear Bokuto cheering for you after you finish “In Summer”

Afterwards he gives you a big hug, and you guys go home and watch Frozen.

Akaashi Keiji

When you start dating Akaashi in your second year at Fukurōdani, you’ve been on stage for the last ten years of your life.

Singing, acting, dancing, you love it all.

You’re even considering making it your career.

Akaashi doesn’t know much about theater at all, but he makes sure to do his research since it’s such a big part of your life.

The company you take acting classes with is having their winter show soon, and you couldn’t be happier when you figure out it’s ‘Into the Woods.’

Akaashi makes the mistake of asking the plot of the story.

“So basically there are these two infertile bakers with dead parents and there’s this witch that’s old and wrinkly and she comes to their house because fifty years ago the bakers dad stole her veggies and took the magic beans that made her look old and wrinkly-“

(A/n: this isn’t even half the plot)

He decides he’ll figure it out when he sees the play.

Akaashi knows that it’s a difficult one, though.

Sondheim doesn’t fuck around.

So you shouldn’t be beating yourself up about cracking on some of the high notes and screaming into your pillow.

He feels like an idiot every time you ask him to give you constructive criticism.

He doesn’t know what to say. “That was good” is obviously not what you want to hear.

When the date of your audition rolls around, he has early morning practice.

So he sends you a text saying how far you’ve come already and he’ll be proud even if you end up being a tree and break a leg (he’s very proud of that part. Theater lingo with Akaashi 101)

He’s very pleased to hear through your extremely fast and animated chattering that you killed it.

You were going to be Jack from “Jack and the Beanstalk.”

He’s still not sure how that correlates with infertile bakers, but he’ll go with it.

You also have a notoriously hard solo, “Giants in the sky.”

Akaashi is very impressed.

All you two do is practice that song, until Akaashi is half sure he could sing the song if he really gave an effort.

(He tries seriously one time. He can’t sing. To save his life. Sorry Keiji and RIP y/n’s ears.)

“Maybe you’re just not a soprano?”

“I’ll leave the limelight to you.”

Rehearsals always leave you drained. There are so many dance numbers in the play that you have to go over.

And songs, oh god, the songs are pieces of work.

But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, so Keiji stays close, and is endlessly supportive.

You sent him a picture of your Jack costume, and Keiji is like that is kind of adorable ngl-

He walks into the auditorium you’re performing in, and even he’s nervous to be in there. It’s huge.

But when you walk on the stage, and start belting, all the breath leaves his lungs.

Oh. Ohhhhhhh. He understands the plot now.

#kuroo #haikyuu headcannons #tsukishima #akaashi #bokuto #kuroo x reader #tsukishima x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo headcanons #tsukishima headcanons #akaashi headcanons #bokuto headcannons #haikyuu

[tulipfromtheinternet]

Here's what happened: @novemberhush tagged me to do several tag games and I wrote the answers out all at once but I'm too lazy to separate them! So, here I am! Let me know how far you get into reading this🤣

Five questions to get to know you better.

1) What colour are your eyes? Brown

2) What little thing instantly tells you that a person is good? Someone who helps others without needing to be asked. It's in the little things, like opening doors or helping someone carry something.

3) Do you have a recurring dream? I dont remember my dreams anymore but I used to have horrible recurring dreams where I spent the whole time trying to keep my teeth from falling out. They would get really lose and I'd push them back into place and the more I messed with them the looser theyd get until they just fell out in bunches

Also, there's a dream where my family and I are being chased and everyone manages to jump in the car except for me and I spend the whole dream trying to reach someone's hand so they can help me get in because whoever is chasing us is very close. I have never managed to catch a hand.

And finally. I'm in a huge house looking for someone and there's people in all the rooms and they're all distracting me from finding whoever I'm looking for. And im late. I have to leave right now but I can't until I find whoever.

4) What is the most interesting class you have taken? I think it was my women in American history class. It was just like a regular history class but it focused on how whatever was happening at the time affected the women or how the women affected what was happening at the time.

5) How often do you find yourself daydreaming? I think pretty often!

Name/nickname: Tulip

Zodiac: libra

Height: 5’1

Languages: just 2: English and Spanish

Nationality: American

Favourite season: Fall! As I've gotten older I've learned to appreciate it more.

Favourite color: pink and yellow! I cant decide which one i like more I love them both (no decisions because I'm a libra😌)

Favourite animals: whales, elephants, bears, sharks: my beloveds!

Favourite fictional character: oh this one is hard! ...Sailor Moon (watch me change my mind 2 seconds after posting 🤣)

Tea, coffee or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

Average hours of sleep: maybe 6???

Cat or dog person: dogs! (I do love cats though 😊)

Number of blankets slept with: lately just 1 because it's hot. But when it gets cold like 3!

Places ancestors are from: honestly, who knows. My family is Mexican but that doesnt really tell me where my ancestors are from.

Dream trip: Iceland!!!

Blog established: 2016??? Maybe, I'm not sure

Random fact about yourself: I had lasik but my good vision only lasted 7 years... I miss wearing sunglasses I can see out of 😥🤣

Three ships: Buddie (9-1-1), eleanor and chidi (the good place), Jake and Amy (b99)

Last song: you asked for this by halsey

Last movie: legally blonde

Currently reading: Fanfic and that book I cant finish 😩

Currently watching: I've been watching shadow and bone, outer banks, happy endings, and virgin river... I havent finished any of them

Currently consuming: a salad!

Currently craving: a nap and a grasp of basic math

@northisnotup @mistmarauder @buckbuckley @ashavahishta @hmslusitania @johnbroutledge @from-nova @fleurdebeton if you guys would like to answer any of these questions? All of them or whichever ones seem more interesting? Or none, feel free to ignore!

#me #novemberhush #tag games

[yikesharringrove]

Toy Box

Part 5

Read on ao3

(No smut, but there’s a lot of sex talk)

-

“No, I’m telling you, it was, like, really sweet.”

“Yeah. That’s exactly the word I was looking for. Sweet.”

Steve was back on Robin’s couch.

“No, but I mean, like, with making sure I get something to eat, and like, staying in his room so I don’t have to see him, because he doesn’t want me to be uncomfortable. And then he tried to like, equal the score.”

Robin was just staring at him, her head cradled in one hand, her elbow propped on the back of the couch.

“You got it bad.” Steve scrunched up his face, pouting at her.

“I do not.”

“You’re so into him.”

“I mean, I think he’s hot, and obviously he’s like nice, but I’m not into him.” She rolled her eyes.

-

Billy was sitting back on their couch when Steve got home, his laptop open on the coffee table. He smiled at Steve.

Steve was slightly better around him since the night before.

He still couldn’t look him in the eye, but he could be in the same room as Billy without wanting to put his head in the doorway and slam it closed.

Which was progress.

“Hey, I was gonna text you. It cool if I smoke in here?” Steve toed off his shoes.

“Smoke like, pot?”

“Devil’s lettuce. Yeah.” He was grinning when Steve turned around.

“Knock yourself out. Just open a window or something.”

“You want some?” Billy had pulled out a cigarette case, a couple joints nestled securely inside.  Steve shifted his weight from foot to foot

This was a peace offering.

Getting stoned together and maybe talking shit out.

Plus, Steve wouldn’t mind gettin’ a little high.

“You know what, sure.” He flopped down on the opposite side of the couch.

Billy lit the joint, taking two long hits before passing it to Steve.

Steve settled into the couch, taking a steady hit.

They were quiet as they smoked down the joint, let the high settle in.

“Sorry about making you uncomfortable. Not really how I pictured my living situation.”

“Sorry for being the weirdest person ever.” Billy shifted on the couch, stretched one leg between them to gently kick Steve’s leg.

“You’re not weird. I mean, it’s a weird situation.” Steve coughed out a laugh, smoke pouring out of his mouth. “I know a lot about your personal sex life now.”

“Yeah. No one has seen me like you’ve seen me that isn’t actively fucking me.”

Billy laughed softly.

“Can I ask? Like, why such an extensive collection.” Steve shrugged.

“Toys are fun.”

“You’ve got a good amount.” Steve shrugged.

“I had this girlfriend in high school, and she didn’t really like having, like, penetrative sex, you know? She said it hurt a lot for her. So we’d do all kinds of other stuff, and one day she was like, what you think about anal? And I was like, I’m down to try and she kinda got quiet as was like, and what about you being the one receiving? And explained that she wanted to try pegging and I was like, honestly, I’m down for whatever. So, first time we do it, she got two fingers in me and I was like, fuck, this is it. Since then, I’ve just been all about it.”

Billy looked like he was trying not to laugh.

“Sorry. I kinda overshare when I’m high.”

“No! No, it’s totally cool.”

“I feel like you just know a lot about my asshole now.”

“You wanna hear about my dick? Even the score?” Steve looked at him.

Billy was grinning lazily, his eyes hooded. Steve felt himself smile slowly.

“Cut or uncut?” Billy took the joint from Steve.

“Uncut.” Steve raised one eyebrow.

“How long?”

“Hard, or soft?”

“Of course you know both.”

“That’s ‘cause the needy little bottoms on Grindr are always askin’.”

“On behalf of my people, hey. And hard. Hard is the only time dick size actually matters.”

“Just over seven inches.” Steve nodded slowly.

“Congratulations.” Billy barked out a laugh. “That’s an award winning hog right there.”

“Yours ain’t too bad yourself.” Steve flushed.

“For one, glorious, second, I had forgotten you walked in on me.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“It’s okay.” Steve took another hit, the joint beginning to burn down to the filter. “I think the worst part was the position. If I had just like, been one my back or something. But no. I had to be fuckin’ upside down.”

“I’ve fucked someone in that position before. I think it’s a fan favorite.”

“You get really deep, and like, you can see it, which is hot. And then you end up cumming on your own face, which is like, all kinds of dirty.”

“So, you’re like, a sub then, too.”

“Mostly. I was fucking around with this one guy, and he liked it when I dommed him, so I would like, tie him to the bed and ride him and stuff. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love submitting, but that was pretty fun, too.”

“When you said you like it all, you really like it all.” Steve shrugged.

“If it feels good and everyone’s comfortable, what’s not to like?” Billy offered him the last hit, and Steve took it, putting out the smoldering roach in the ash tray Billy had no doubt set out. “Although I’m at the point where I can’t really cum unless there’s something up my ass. So like, on the off chance I do top, I gotta wear a plug or something.”

“Really?” Billy was appraising him. Steve just nodded.

Billy just smiled.

“Not to like, make this weird, but you do realize you just made eye contact with me, right?” Steve felt his face go hot.

“Don’t get used to it. Once I wake up tomorrow, I’m gonna regret telling you all of this, and go right back to begging for death every time I come within ten feet of you.”

“Oh, come on,” Billy groaned dramatically. “Quit bein’ so embarrassed! A sex toy collection is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“It is when it’s fuckin’ huge. And most of the toys are massive. And you’ve got five, five different monster cocks.”

“Five? Really? I only saw the two.”

“So I’ve got the tentacle one that you saw, and the big curvy red one that was on the floor that first day, I’ve also got a pointy kinda dragony one, a werewolf one with a bit knot at the bottom, and the demogorgon one, which is the biggest toy I have. I don’t use it a lot. Takes a while to work up to.”

“Yeah. I could, uh, see why.” Billy was grinning at him. “That’s quite a collection.”

“Hey, they’re the best ones I own. It’s not really about the whole, monster thing, for me, I mean, it can be, with the right fantasy, I guess. But, it’s more just the crazy shape and textures and stuff. You don’t get that in a lot of other companies. It just feels good.”

“Hey, you don’t gotta explain shit to me.”

“Yeah, but I’m absolutely zooted so I’m gonna over explain and overshare my little heart out.”

“You wanna watch a movie? I was gonna watch Legally Blonde.” Steve gave Billy a look. “What? It’s a good fuckin’ movie.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m down for that.”

Steve went off to his room, re-emerging a few minutes later with the comforter off his bed, his jeans swapped out for a pair of shorts.

He flushed when he noticed Billy watching his thighs.

#zest of lemon #i mean i could tag this as lemon but jsut like #let me know #yikes write #toy box #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove

[dyke-remy]

Live And Let Die, part 1

Part 2    Part 3    Part 4   Part 5   Part 6 

Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to know anything about James Bond to be able to read this fic, trust me

Words: 3516

It was 7 am when the alarm clock went off. It's loud blaring filled the room that had been peaceful a few seconds ago. Remus let out a grunt. Without opening his eyes he took out a knife from under his pillow and threw it at the clock. The noise disappeared.

"You can't keep doing that" Remy muttered, half yawning it out "Q is like running out of clocks"

"If he could make that morning star that also worked as a disco ball for my birthday he can make some new clocks" He replied.

The room (and the entire apartement) was of average size with just enough space for everything necessary. Which made sense, they didn't spend much time in there anyway. Soft morning light was shimmering in through the window.

The blanket had been wrinkled since Remy was laying over it with their head on the pillow. Remus had his arms wrapped around their waist. They were so close their hair twined together on the pillows. He leaned closer and gave his spouse a good morning kiss.

Their slow awakening was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. They glanced at one another as their expressions turned serious. Remus quietly got up and grabbed the gun laying on the nearest drawer. Butt naked as he was he sneaked over to the door and slowly opened it and at the same time held the gun out.

"Good morn- AAAHHHH!" Patton Moneypenny screamed when he saw the gun peeking out at him. He had on a dark blue knitted suit jacket with stylish bows instead of buttons. With it he had on wide blue matching suit pants.

Remus' posture relaxed when he saw who it was. He fully opened the door "Hiya Moneypenny. You should yell it's you next time or else your brain might paint the walls.....That would look kinda nice tho"

"You should take something on" Patton suggested with a cheerful smile while his cheeks went bright red.

"He should" Remy who had come up behind their husband agreed "One day someone will shoot your dick off"

"Naaaahhhh. They will be too surprised by seeing my massive cock to think about attacking me and then it'll be too late. Boom bang dead! It's a genius tactic!!"

Remy rolled their eyes. They sent Patton a warm smile before pulling him into a hug "Hiya PatPat! Wanna come in?"

"Yeah" As he looked around the room which he'd been in many times he continued with "M wants to meet you in 15 min"

M was the leader of the MI6, the organisation they all worked for. Patton had been his secretary for as long as anyone could remember. It would be weird to imagine M's office without Pat working tiredlesly on his desk right outside.

"15? Girl a lady needs time to get ready, what the fuck" Remy opened a drawer and pulled out the black suit pants, white shirt, black tie and black blazer that acted as their dress code.

"15? Oh! Too little time to spend with my Favorite person in the whole MI6!" Remus exclaimed. He still didn't have anything on.

He took Patton's hand and moved the other to lay on his waist. He spun him around in some sort of dance which made the shorter man giggle and blush harder. He tried not to look down at Remus'....

"Oh Mr. Moneypenny! Rotten apple of my eye! Every mission is spent missing you!" he continued to dramatically lament. He dipped Patton and playfully moved in for a kiss.

Patton let out a chuckle while leaning his head away. "I'm married"

"Ah yes! The greatest tragedy of my life!" Remus held his hand over his heart and all.

"Tragedy indeed" Remy commented before flicking their finger to the back of their husband's head. They dumped his clothes onto his head too "C'mon gal the sooner you get done the sooner you can go out and play fisticuffs with someone"

"Fantastic point dear!"

After gettin dressed Remus jumped up on the bed and pressed a specific spot on the painting on the wall. It turned around to reveal a collection of guns, knives and various other weapons hidden behind it. He patted his morning star and throwing stars goodmorning, fully knowing that M nor Q would allow him to bring them on a mission. Instead he took a gun and carefully cleaned it as if he was cleaning a marble vase.

"I hate these fucking suits. They're so boring. No style. No style at all!!" Remy groaned out while tying their husband's tie because he'd been a spy for 7 years now and he still couldn't tie a tie.

Patton nodded along in sympathy "Very gay of you to think that" The duke chuckled.

They fixed his shirt which had been buttoned wrong "I don't think about fashion because I am gay as fuck! I think about it 'cause I've tots been the most fantastic disguiser here for years and fashion is like integral to a good disguise!! Besides my mothers are fashion legends and I gotta represent y'know"

"I know"

He handed over a gun (Handler ppk) and a few different knives to his spouse who swiftly hid it in different places on their suit. He himself preffered a bit more heavy handed attilery even when it came to handguns.

The couple followed Moneypenny out of their apartement. They lived in a normal looking apartement complex, a little bit fancier than a normal one. They went into a cleaning scrub.

Patton grabbed a mop standing in the corner. He pulled off the top of the handle revealing a scanner underneath. He pressed his thumb against it. A panel of numbers appeared on the wall. He quickly pressed in a code which finally made the inner wall open up, revealing an elevator.

They stepped inside and chit chatted about the weather and what they'd done on the weekend as the elevator went down.

The elevator opened with a satisfying ding. They were many many levels underground now. Long grey hallways stretched forward. It could be a maze for someone new to the place. Patton walked in front of the other two, he knew it like his backpocket.

After 5 or so minutes of walking he stopped by his secretary desk and sat down. There were stacks of paper work on his desk and cute animal posters hanging on the wall beside him.

Remus leaned over the desk and moved a piece of Patton's hair behind his ear "One day I'll get you on a date my dear Moneypenny"

"Sure you will mr. Octopussy. For now I think you will have to stay satisfied with taking whatever mission M gives you"

Remy took Remus' hand and dragged him with them into M's office. He was able to blow a kiss to Patton on his way in. Pat simple chuckled and rolled his eyes. They both knew neither of them were serious.

The office was an old fashioned one with walls and furniture of dark wood. Purple satin clad the windows. Plants and terrariums littered the room and all kinds of snakes slittered about.

Though the biggest snake of them all sat in the chair behind the desk. M. Most people called him Deceit. He had a menacing smile, ebony skin and dark hair pulled back into a braid that reached his shoulder. On his shoulder laid one of his most dearest and most deadliest pets.

"Look who finally decided to join us" M greeted as they came in.

"Aww you missed us so much didn't you??" Remus replied while sitting down on one of the chairs in a way no normal person should "It's okay Deecy. We can invite you to our next movie night"

"Yeah" Remy sat down on the desk and leaned close to Deceit "We're gonna watch Saw 4 and legally blond"

"I can think of much better ways to waste my time thank you. So onto ghe case. It's about-"

M stopped talking because the agents were obviously too busy flirting with each other to listen. It was nothing compared to how they used to spend entire briefings making out right when they'd started dating.

"Please if I wanted to get ignored I would go home to my children which honestly I wish I could" M muttered.

He gave one of his snakes a pat on the head before sending it to twist around Remus' neck which made them both shut up very quickly.

"So about the case. Agent 0012-"

"Like Emile Picani 0012?" Remy interrupted.

"No agent 0012 the giant whale. Yes Picani"

"Oh he's a great kisser! Babe y'know how I like worked in the Q department a bit before becoming a full fletched agent. Yeah I was Pic's quartermaster. We would stay together during missions sometimes. We made out lots and he showed me a bunch of like cartoons"

Deceit put on a more serious expression "He's gone off the radar. He was sent on a mission to Latvia together with 005. Agent 005 has been confirmed dead. Right now we're suspecting that Picani is the killer"

"He wouldn't!" Remy objected.

"We can never be sure. He could have gone rough or been paid to turn sides. Or he's being tortured right at this moment. Anything could have happened"

"I wish I was being tortured right at this moment" Remus who had completely zoned out until now added.

"Well you can gladly take his place if you found him then. He and 005 were supposed to attend a poker night. I suggest you two attend it in case he is there. Disguised of course. If he's gone rough we can't have him be hostile towards you if he recognises you.

"Non suspicious straight couple?" Remus asked while looking over at Remy.

"Non suspicious straight couple!" They replied while high fiveing him.

--

A bit over a day later later Remus was driving a silver aston martin. They were on their way to the casino which was placed away from any nearby town. Among the snowy hills the ice casino stood tall.

"Girl these shoes hurt worse than the time I got shot" Remy groaned while fixing their high heels.

"You can just change shoes y'know" Remus replied.

They looked at him as if he'd just spit in their food "No??? It's part of the character girl!! Like you can't do a great disguise if you don't dress like the character would"

"Which characters are we tonight?"

Remy shone up into a smile "Glad you asked! You are Louis Roy. French guy who inheritated his dad's company. Total asshole. Straight cis you know the type. You're 36-"

"Is that why you put all that make up on me? To make me look old?"

"Yep. And your mustache tots helped. I'm Chelsea Roy. 24. Model. Married you for the money. Housewife. I'm cheating on you with your dad"

Remus let out a fake audible gasp "In return I only married you because I liked your feet model work"

"Touche"

The car stopped in the parking lot of the casino. Remus leaned back in his seat and checked his gun. He glanced over at his spouse who was strapping a blade to their thigh.

"What?" They asked when they caught him looking.

"Nothing" There was a soft smile on his lips "I just love you. Like a giant elephants heart ripped out and bleeding on the ground love y'know"

"I know"

Remy unbuttoned the top button on Remus' tuxedo shirt. They pressed a kiss right below his shoulder, leaving a red lipstick mark, before buttoning it again so it was hidden.

"Just as a reminder" They explained with a cheeky smile.

Remy leanded against Remus' shoulder to fully look like arm candy as they entered the casino. A worker took their coats by the door. Uphead was a luxurious bar made of ice and a large area with tables here and there to mingle. To the left was the casino area. It was the only place where nothing was made out of ice. Instead glistening lights shone on red slot machines and people in expensive clothing were gathered around large poker tables. To the right was the entrance to the casino's hotel and the desk to get keys.

The couple casully went around the mingle area while looking for Picani in the crowd of hundreds of people.

"People are looking at you" Remus mumbled to them after at least 2 guys has been too busy looking at his spouse to not walk into walls.

"Who can blame them" Remy shrugged.

They had on a dark blue satin dress with an open back and a slit on the front so they could move easier. Their wavy light brown hair was pressed down under a blond wig and they had a fake sapphire necklace around their neck. Their dark eyeliner stood out against their pale skin. Remus had on a black tuxedo with a matching bowtie. His dark brown, nearly black hair had been slicked back. His olive toned bordering on brown skin honestly looked amazing in the lighting of the casino.

"Q said Picani was supposed to stay in room 235 so I'll like go and get the key while you like mingle or something I dunno. Kay?" Remy more commanded then asked.

"Yes dear! " He did a mini salute while sticking his tounge out before walking away.

All the keys to the rooms were hanging on the wall behind the desk. Remy took off their necklace while walking up to it. They fixed their posture and took a deep breathe to get ready to make their voice as high as possible.

"Exscuse me sir!" They put on a panicked tone as they walked behind the desk.

The man who presumebly worked at the hotel glanced at them before doing a double take and full on looking at them with heart eyes. "Something wrong?"

They put on a bright smile and twirled the end of their hair between their fingers "Yeah I uh just kinda dropped my necklace and it's like suuuper hard to put on by my own so could you like put it on for me? Pleease?"

"Of course!"

Remy handee him the necklace and turned towards the wall. While he was busy putting it on they took the keys to room 235 without making a single sound. In one smooth motion they stuck it to where the blade was already strapped to their thigh.

"Done!" He said.

They sent him another smile "Do I look good?"

"You look amazing!!"

"Aww thanks sweetie"

They sauntered of without another word. They took a glass of champange from a server they passed to look more casual. They inspected the key while looking for Remus. When they stuck their nails down into it a mark was left if only for a moment. It was a fake.

Remus was sitting by the poker table, loudly boosting about a made up story while betting way more money than he should. He shone up into a grin when he saw Remy. They leaned on his chair and moved one hand to comb through his hair. He moved an arm around their waist to pull them closer knowing fully well that his spouse was distracting everyone else in the poker game.

"Got the key?" He whispered.

"Got the key. It's a replica. I can see it"

"Okay so Picani has the other one. Makes sense. Now we know he's alright"

"Nah girl" Remy glanced around at the other players "Trick them into shoving their keys. Trust me"

"I always do" Remus put on a cocky smirk and leaned his elbows onto the table "Isn't this game becoming a bit boring? How about this: we all bet the amount of money our hotel rooms cost. Including the ones just for the ladies if you get me hurr hurr" He took out the key to his room he'd gotten from Q and laid it on the table "Just as a showing"

Most of the people had been drinking so they all threw up their keys without much thought. Remy subtly moved around the table and glanced at the keys while Remus continued with the game.

Remy stopped midstepped and quickly walked back to him. They made it look like they were kissing his cheek when they were actually whispering

"The mistah on the other side of the table was the one who threw the second 235 key. You know his name or do I have to like pretend flirt the ugly bastard?"

"Ron Stewart. Was real quick to introduce himself just to brag about his money"

"Good. Q can deal with like finding info about him. We gotta find Picani"

They grabbed him by his arm and dragged him up from the table. Remus made some comment about women always hurrying to the other people around the table while quickly throwing his cards away.

He took their hand in his and intertwined their fingers as they entered the hotel part. Ice chandelierd hung in the hallways and deep crimson mattresses where laid over the icy floor. He held his other hand close to where his gun holster was hidden under his jacket.

The door up to the second floor was locked. The two of them glanced at each other. Now they relly knew something was off. Remy took out 2 hairpins from their wig and unlocked the door in under 3 minutes.

The hallways were eerie and quiet. The lights were low and the sounds from the casino were now only dull faraway whispers.

Sudden footsteps were heard. Remy pressed their back against the wall and pulled Remus by his collar into a deep kiss. Out of the corner of their eye they saw a guard walk into the hallway. It was clear there was a gun hidden in a holster connected to his belt. The enby hoped he would just leave them alone if they made out hard enough. It usually worked.

When he saw them his already grumpy expression turned into a grimace. He grabbed onto Remus' shoulder and forced him out of the kiss.

"Visitors aren't allowed on the second floof" He said in a gruff voice.

"Oh come on. Whats a guy gotta do to get some privacy" Remus replied while keeping his arm around Remy's shoulder. They nodded along while blinking innocently and swaying back and forth.

The guard seemed to think for a moment. He took a step back before in a split second pulling out his gun and pointing it at them.

Remus went on instinct as he moved forward and forced the gun out of his hand. He stood like a shield in front of Remy in case it shot. The guard stumbled back as the gun was dragged out of his hands.

Remy shot forward. They dug their nails down into the guard's wrist and kicked his knee to get him off his balance. With a huff they turned around and with the motion swung him over their shoulder and down on the ground. Before he even had time to regain his breathe they kicked their foot onto his neck, knocking him out instantly.

"Should keep him out for long enough" They commented while leaning down to feel his pulse.

"I love it when you do that sudden kissy thing. I wish murderous people would walk in on us more so you'd do it more often" Remus replied.

"Babe you can literally ask me to kiss you whenever"

"It's not the same if the threat of death isn't looming over us!!" Remus did an overexagarated pout.

Remy stood up and moved the blade on their thigh to their hand "Leave that to when we've found Picani" They said while continuing into the next hallway.

Remus quickly followed them, even walking a bit before them so if another guard showed up they would shoot at him first. "So eager to see him huh?"

"Duh. He was like the closest thing I had to a boyfriend before I met you. Like sure we were never official but we kissed and did all that sorta couplesy stuff. I haven't seen him like years! I wanna catch up y'know"

"Do I have to be afraid of being replaced" Remus joked.

They bumped against his shoulder "Babe neva!"

He was about to reply with something lovey dovey but the conversation immediatly stopped as they both saw it. Room 235. The door stood slightly open.

They moved silently, weapons in hand. Remy was the first in. They looked around with urgency in their eyes. They searched through the entrance before going into the bedroom. Remus checked the bathroom but there wasn't a trace of him. No traces of other people either.

A sudden choked back sob came from the bedroom. Remus ran to it while holding back the urge to yell out his lover's name.

Remy stood with shaking shoulders by the door. On the floor with his back leaned against the bed sat Emile Picani. Dead.

#not countdown #live and let die #reblogs over likes #(but likes are still very appreciated) #sanders sides #thomas sanders #remy sanders #remus sanders #ts remy #ts remus #janus sanders #ts janus #ts patton #patton sanders #resleep #remsleep #intrusleep #rem^2 #if this flops I will jump off a bridge #/j

[slash-em-up]

Marry Your Monsters Pt. 11

What’s that thing they say about the best laid plans?

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Miranda was beginning to understand how Spann had gotten so far in Jesse’s business.

The woman was a terrifying marvel.

After Lisa and Miranda had agreed to do whatever they could to aid Jesse/protect Miranda/fuck up Preston’s hostile take-over plans, Spann had immediately put them to work.

The pair were barricaded in Spann’s office, pouring over every single contract and document Preston had signed or presented in the last three years.

Well, more like, Lisa was scanning the Organization’s archive and Miranda was reviewing the legal-ese.

Spann had also conjured up Miranda’s bag - and she was more than happy to change out of her shredded, sweaty, bloody dress into a pair of clean jeans and a tee-shirt. Feeling more like an actual person than she had in several hours, Miranda was fully focused on the screen before her - absorbing each tiny detail of the documents and noting anything even slightly suspicious on a notepad. She had nearly filled this one. Preston had been a very busy boy.

It also offered an emotionless peek behind the curtain of The Organization’s dealings - which was the only way Miranda felt she could process things right now. Even so, as dispassionately as it was laid out, it was still hard to read.

God, how could she have been so blind?

She’d been married to a serial-killer for over four years and she hadn’t suspected a thing. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn’t so damn sad.

Throughout their engagement and their marriage, Jesse had seemed dead-set on keeping his promise to make her the happiest woman in the world; and when he’d asked if she’d thought about having a baby she hadn’t hesitated. They’d be the perfect family.

Of course, every couple had their problems - she just hadn’t expected the gilded glow of her own to tarnish in quite the way it had.

It would have been so much easier if he’d just been having an affair.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Lisa laying a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, you doing okay? Do you need a break?”

Miranda gave the dark-haired woman a small smile. Maybe it was because they were in very similar situations; but she’d immediately taken a liking to Lisa.

“No, I think the work is helping me stay sane right now; but I’d kill for a cup of coffee.”

Miranda winced. Well, she couldn’t use that particular hyperbolic statement anymore.

Lisa grinned, giving her stomach a look, then raising an eyebrow back at the blonde.

“And would that be spiked or…”

A small chuckle escaped as Miranda looked woefully down at her pregnant belly.

“Spiked, with a side of jalapeno poppers. It’s been a hell of a day.”

Lisa laughed.

“I’ll get you some hot water and lemon. Basically the same thing, right?”

“Right.”

The other woman left, leaving Miranda to return to the contract she’d been perusing.

She was interrupted again as a loud electronic shrieking sounded out from the hall speakers.

Reflexively, her hands shot up to cover her ears until the reverberating sound of a tearful female voice echoed over the din.

‘Mom! Mom… I don’t…where I… find… PLEASE!’

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Miranda stood, pacing as quickly as she could toward the office door before coming to an abrupt halt.

This was exactly the kind of thing that would get her killed… or captured… or whatever the fuck Preston wanted with her. Honestly it was like a badly written action movie. Female lead goes off and does something stupid - gets herself taken - hero comes in, guns blazing and saves the day.

The summer blockbuster formula almost made her gag. And she very much doubted that Jesse would be in the rescuing mood if her grand scheme ended with whoever he’d kidnapped escaping.

Miranda paced the room, biting at her thumbnail, waiting as long as she could for some kind of sign that she should take action.

A loud scream echoing down the hall clinched it.

She was about to do something very, very stupid.

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Jesse sincerely hoped he never had to play poker with Spann. She would win, hands down.

They both sat in Jesse’s office as Spann assisted him in the now pitifully difficult job of shaving his head.

She’d found him standing over the razor and steaming bowl - bare-faced and glaring down at them, trying to work out how he was going to be able to do this himself.

Mirrors were for people with faces… and potentially hazardous self-grooming was for people with two functioning eyes.

God he really was pathetic.

Preston’s assistants face had been blank and still as she’d asked to shave him; which was probably the only reason he hadn’t gutted her simply for walking in on him.

She hadn’t offered him pity or framed it as her ‘helping’ him.

He appreciated that.

It also gave him an opportunity to check in on what his traitorous fixer was up to.

‘It’s not the mask that’s intimidating… it’s the man behind it…’

While Jesse did actually agree with the statement, the fact that is was coming from Preston was pretty fucking hilarious.

‘Kills three people and he thinks he’s Michael Myers…’

“He’s mocking you now? He decides who lives or dies?” Spann sounded disgusted.

‘It’s time for a change in personnel, just not the one Preston wants.’ Jesse signed, tilting his head so Spann could scrape the sharp metal over his temple.

The woman didn’t pause in her careful movements; but Jesse could see the slight tilt of her lips as she absorbed his words.

“You’re making the right decision.”

She gently toweled the soap from his scalp, running her hands over it to check her work.

“This will all go smoothly.”

Jesse stood from the chair, towering over the small woman who’d just earned her place at his right hand.

‘Take care of it; but leave Preston to me.’

Spann smiled.

“Yes, sir.”

Stepping over to his computer, Jesse took great joy in telling Preston he was out - Spann leaning just barely out of the camera’s eyeline to appreciate the look of shock and horror on Preston’s face before he casually flicked his camera off.

If the pair had been paying a little closer attention to their other screen, they just might have seen a shape move awkwardly out from behind a coffin and make their way slowly closer to Jessica and Tommy.

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This was a bad idea, this was a bad idea, this was a bad idea…

Miranda could have slapped herself for being so impulsive. What the hell was she thinking? Even on her best days she was far from sneaky, and it was even harder to slink around when you couldn’t see the floor to avoid tripping hazards.

She bent down as low as she could to hide behind an open casket lid while she waited for Preston to finish talking to a half-naked girl.

Miranda winced in sympathy as Preston got close to the poor kid. She looked terrified, and with good reason.

The boy Preston had dragged in looked like he was down for the count too.

She wished she’d taken a moment to grab Jesse’s knife from the office - the damn thing was the definition of ‘style over substance’; but it would have been better than nothing.

Thankfully, she was close enough to hear everything Preston was saying.

He really was that much of a prick, huh?

A surprising surge of protective anger flooded through her as she listened to Preston go off about Jesse.

‘Hey, that’s my fucking serial-killer you’re talking about, asshole!’

Miranda groaned silently.

She’d deal with that particular bullshit after the girl was safely out of here… And then she’d deal with the other flavors of bullshit this whole mess had turned up, not the least of which was protecting her serial-killer from the OTHER serial-killer who was staging the murderer’s equivalent of the Russian Revolution.

“This is gonna be over quick, alright? See one way or another, one of us is going to slice you.”

Preston smashed the boys head into the concrete floor before hoisting him up and walking him over to a large bank of computer screens.

Miranda shifted slightly as Preston spoke casually into the still air.

“Hey boss, you ah, you recognize this kid? He was with the girl in Ashville?”

Oh fuck, that’s why he looked so familiar.

He was the boy from the store. He’d been there when Jesse was trying to kill the prostitute.

She had to get them out. There wasn’t any question in her mind.

A sharp beeping from the largest screen brought Miranda’s attention back to the scene. A familiar silhouette filled it, and what Jesse wrote next was… surprising.

YOUR POSTION AT

THE ORGANIZATION IS

NO LONGER REQUIRED.

Then the screen went black.

Preston stood, frozen, staring at the blank monitor for a few seconds as the two captives sat tearfully at his feet.

When he did move, Preston bent down, muttering something to the pair too low for Miranda to hear, before stepping out of sight.

Miranda made her move.

As slowly and quietly as possible, she slipped out from behind the casket lid.

The sneakers she’d replaced her sandals with made the barest of squeaking noises as she tip-toed over to the bound pair.

It would be a lie to say the comical widening of the boy’s eyes wasn’t a little funny - but she supposed it was fair to say he probably wasn’t expecting an enormously pregnant woman with bruises and a bandaged arm to come to their rescue.

If she’d heard correctly, the girl was legally blind… or almost… so she wasn’t surprised that she was a little slower on the uptick than her fellow captive.

But when the girl did notice Miranda had to jolt forward to cover the girls mouth as she inhaled sharply. She couldn’t risk too much noise, and she offered the girl an apologetic look when she finally lowered her hand.

“Sorry.” Miranda whispered.

“What the fuck?!”

Tommy scooted back on his ass to get a better look at her.

“Jesus, lady what are you doing here?!”

Miranda frowned.

“None of your fucking business. Just know I’m here to help. I’m gonna get you out.”

The girl looked up at her with watery eyes.

“I’m Jess.”

That nearly made Miranda snort. Of course she was. Hopefully Jessica would be less trouble for her than Jesse.

“I’m Tommy.”

“And her name is Miranda.”

A voice from behind caused all three of them to freeze, Jess and Tommy looking fearfully over Miranda’s shoulder.

Fuck. She knew this would happen.

“Hello Preston.”

Miranda stood, turning slowly to face the man in black; making sure to keep the kids behind her.

“Did you come back to clean out your office? I heard you got the shaft. Too bad.”

Preston smiled, showing all his teeth as his hands formed into fists.

“Ah yeah, Jesse gave me my walking papers. But what in the world are you doing down here?”

Miranda circled as Preston did, making sure he always stayed in her direct line of sight.

“Me? Oh, you know, bored housewife. Emphasis on the bored. Thought I’d take a little stroll.”

Casually, Preston pulled a familiar bladed tool from his belt, making Miranda’s heart beat faster.

“Well, I’m so glad we could run into each other like this. Pretty fortuitous.”

“…Oh?”

“Mmhmm… see, I think this is gonna go one of two ways. Either your hubby is going to come down here to the rescue - at which point I’ll cut his ugly face off again - and make it stick. OR he won’t, and I’ll carve the fucking baby out of you and let Jesse deal with the clean-up. Either way, it’s time for a little payback.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Preston charged.

Miranda screamed, uncaring if the whole facility heard her, and ran.

She moved as quickly as she could back towards the hallway, nearly grasping the handle before Preston was on her.

His arms wrapped tightly around her chest as they rammed into the metal, making her yelp in pain and wrap her hands protectively around her stomach as she writhed in his grip, trying everything she could to break free.

Her foot collided with his knee, causing him to hiss out a curse and momentarily loosen his grip.

Miranda shifted, trying to use her weight to unbalance him; but it was too late.

One hand wrapped unforgivingly into her hair and Preston slammed her head into the metal door once, twice, three times until Miranda’s vision began to fade and her muscles relaxed.

The last thing she saw before everything went black was the steady red blinking of a security camera.

#Jessica writes #Jesse cromeans x mrs cromeans #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #laid to rest 2009 #chromeskull: laid to rest #horror movies #slasher fiction

[cuddlycolby]

Souls (S&C Fic) - Limos and Losers (2)

Word of our heroism was quick to spread, even with the cover up story that the officials managed to create where we did it without any sort of special powers. Zach being shot and healed didn’t even get put in the statement. It was all over the news and published in the newspapers. Like we needed to get more exposure for doing out of the ordinary things. This definitely wasn’t what I expected, but also wasn’t surprised. 

It was like we had a magnetic field for trouble like this. 

Even with work back up, meaning Ev and I spent most of our day hours apart, we still managed to squeeze time in the evenings before bed. We basically just lived between each other’s parents' houses; we probably should’ve just looked into an apartment together, but considering we only had the summer before more school, it didn’t make sense to.

Ev and I were on our way back from a coffee run, despite the fact we could’ve just made a pot at her house. I noticed my screen light up with a random number I didn’t know. I didn’t pick it up. 

It rang a second time though. The same number. We looked at each other with furrowed brows. 

“What the hell,” I muttered. 

"We should answer it,” Ev replied, reaching for it. 

I shook my head. "No, we don't know who it is."

"But what if it's important?”

"But what if it's not?” I shot back with raised brows. 

When the same number rang for a third time, she stated, "They’re clearly dedicated to getting a hold of you."

I huffed. "It could be a creepy stalker."

She lightly rolled my eyes and answered it, "Hello, Stella's phone."

"Ev!" I hissed. 

She froze. She honestly looked like she lost a bit of color in her face, which didn’t seem possible considering how pale she was. It must be someone important. A higher authority maybe?

I tried to listen in on what the other muffled voice was saying, but sadly I didn’t have super senses. But then, Ev thrusted my phone into my hand. 

“It’s for you!”

I looked at my phone and took a deep breath before I put it up to my ear. "This is Stella Scholz. How can I help you?"

"Hi, Ms. Scholz, I'm Agent Edwards. It's come to the CIA's attention that you and your significant other are superheroes. Maybe even those Four from your almatern.” 

Despite my racing heart, I snorted. "Superheroes? No, we're definitely not.” I didn’t need to question why the CIA knew about Seekers. They were probably mostly made up of us. 

The agent chuckled. "We've kept a close eye on you, Ms. Scholz. Since the academy informed us of your endeavors, and then news rang through that you saved a group of people in Starbucks.”

"Okay," I replied, slightly monotone. "What’s your point? We’re not superheroes. We fought our own battles, and then my fiance and I saw the opportunity to help the people out at Starbucks. That's it."

I laughed to myself. "That's it". It’s actually a lot of "that's it" for what we did and went through. That’s a story for another time. We’d be here for years if I tried to explain.  

"My point is you’re going to be superheroes. The government is recruiting you and Evie Byrne for a secret mission. It soon could affect innocent civilians. It's vital you join us."

I was speechless. So was Evie. As soon as I had actually started talking, she’d glued herself to my side to try and hear the other end of the conversation; after she had pulled into a Casey's gas station parking lot. 

"Well, Ms. Scholz? We really need your help. They want you for this job.”

I was still shocked, and stunned, but I cleared my throat. "Uh... I mean, what does this all entail? What is the mission?"

"You'll be professionally trained in combat-" I couldn't help cutting her off with a laugh. "What?" she asked. 

"Nothing." I cleared my throat once again. "It's just, I don't think we need to be professionally trained.”

The woman did not seem amused by what I had to say. "Ms. Scholz, you have no idea who you will be going up against. Professional combat training is non-negotiable. You will also be keeping up a healthy diet for physical peak, as well as staying in a secret remote location. The mission will be further explained upon your arrival."

I was still hung up on the training. There wasn’t anyone, or anything, that would ever be as hard as that. No way. And the training we'd been doing on our own was great; we could cover it ourselves. 

I let it all go though with a sigh, and I asked, "And where is this base?"

"Out in the desert in Arizona."

I snorted. "How cliche. Is it really?"

"No. It's actually out in a deserted forest."

I rolled my eyes. "Still cliche," I mumbled under my breath. It was an environment we were used to already though. "What forest?"

"You will find that out soon. We will be sending an agent to receive you and Evie tomorrow. We look forward to officially meeting you. Have a good evening."

"Uh.. Okay. You too, Edwards." I hung up and tossed my phone onto my lap. 

“So, more soul projection time to help others?” Evie whispered. 

I nodded slowly. “I guess so… It’s not because our friends are in trouble though, that makes it different.”

“Not different enough,” she mumbled and sank back in her seat with crossed arms. 

I understood her sulky mood. It seemed never ending to the constant helping of others and it’s caused us a lot of trauma. Hopefully this is a quick, one time occurance, and maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe we’d end up having some fun. 

***

Explaining to our parents why we wouldn’t be home for either a short or long amount of time again was hard. We just got home a couple weeks ago. But they knew about us, and my dad told me to be safe. He also added a long, dramatic speech about how if it came down to it, Evie and I came first. He wanted me to get us out if needed. As if he didn’t think I already had that thought cross my mind; it always was. 

I’d gotten a text from Agent Edwards of what we could and couldn’t bring, and what we would actually need. It wasn’t a lot. It almost sounded like we were about to become prisoners or something. And maybe that’s what it would feel like. Not something I’m sure either of us could handle again. But legally, unless we sign a waiver, they couldn’t keep us there if we wanted to leave. We just had to make sure we didn’t sign anything without reading it. 

The car that pulled up was black and daunting, and the prisoner feeling returned. 

"It looks like we're being abducted,” Ev commented.

I couldn’t help laughing with a nod. "So the government can make us their super soldiers.”

"It's not even false," she muttered.

We turned to say our final goodbyes. I had to admit, I clung to my dad for a moment longer. I knew that we’d be fine. 

He kissed my head. “I love you, superhero.”

I rolled my eyes. “I love you too, dad.”

Now, Ev and I were ushered into the car. Evie had a small bag with books in it, and I had one containing a camera and a journal, and I knew that the second that anyone tried to take these from us we would both start fighting. However, the driver only glared at the bags for a second before closing the door and pulling away from the house.

The trip wasn't long to get to the airport, and we were ushered past security and onto a private plane without any fuss. The people waiting in line watched us pass, and Ev and I intertwined our hands, tucking ourselves behind the guards that escorted us. At this point, we were used to eyes being on us, but this was different than before I realized. 

I glanced over my shoulder and cringed at the amount of people pointing. 

Nope, not today. It wasn’t our problem. 

The plane, as expected, was insane. We each settled into seats beside each other and were given complimentary drinks and meals. Due to the early hour, we both got coffee and omelettes, and as soon as we'd taken off, I looked at Evie.

"Well, this is wild."

"Yeah, I suppose it is,” she laughed lightly and took another bite of her food.

"Do you think that it’s only us, or will the others be there?” 

She shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine.”

I ran a hand through my bob cut. “True… I hope they’re there.” 

“Same.” She took my hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. 

We landed two hours later and were escorted off the same way we'd been escorted on. They swept us past people in a significantly more crowded airport, and out to a longer, blacker car.

"A limo?" I laughed.

"How cliche," Ev added.

But the second they opened the door, we dove in. The back was luxurious and roomy, and incredibly comfortable. This still wouldn't soothe Evie’s nerves. We plastered ourselves to the windows and watched the scenery change. I was quick to realize we were back in Colorado, the Denver area. The drive was another couple hours as we inched closer and closer to the mountains. It was close to Pine Hill, I knew that, but it was far enough away that no one would recognize us.

The second we stopped, we were forced to leave the limo and follow a person in all grey armor. A guard swiped a key card and the door beeped, opening automatically.

"This looks like something out of a sci-fi movie," Evie mumbled.

I nodded, trying not to bust out laughing. “It’s like X-Men.” 

For the first time since the call, she grinned. "We basically are the X Men."

As soon as we walked in, though, all of those thoughts dissolved as we were met with four unfamiliar faces. Well, unfamiliar to Evie, I’m sure. It hit me where the dejavu was coming from; they were on YouTube, ghost hunters or something like that. They were the morons who used their projections in videos, then claimed it was all special effects. I still couldn’t tell you all their names or projections. 

“These are the two people we had to wait for?” A bleached blonde boy with a nose ring remarked. “They don’t look tough.”

“Says the one who dresses goth to look scary,” I retorted. “What’s your projection bleach boy?”

He shook his head. “The name’s Jake, and I have super strength.” 

I bit my lip then held a hand over my mouth to hide the smile. 

“What?” Jake scoffed. 

I cleared my throat and shook my head. “Nothing, nothing. Just… you’re really getting pissy about waiting for us when you’re basically a glorified weight lifter?”

To say I was annoyed that we were anointed with this group rather than our Four is an understatement. 

“Stella,” Ev caressed and rested a soft hand on my arm.

“Sorry.” I took a deep breath and looked back to see the tallest with purple dyed hair was holding him back without touching him. 

“What the fuck…” 

I guess technically I could do this too if I thought hard enough, but he didn’t have telekinesis. I could sense that. I think it was paralysis, I’d read up on that back when we were figuring out Evie’s projection. I always thought that one would be pretty cool to have. 

Jake grunted, “Let me go, Colby. I’m not going to fight her.”

I snorted. “I’d like to see you try, muscle man.” 

Evie, actually, giggled. “She’s been known to win... A lot.” 

Colby stopped doing whatever his projection was and Jake fake wiped the dust off himself after he stood up from his brunt fall. “What’s your projection then, Stella?” 

“I’m a Shield with telekinesis.”

The only one left I didn’t know the name of whistled lowely. “That’s pretty sick, bro. I’m Corey, a super jumper.” 

Evie’s face filled with elation and she jumped up and down. “Oh my god, a bunny boy! His hair is even in a bun, almost like a puffy tail.” 

Jake guffawed a laugh. “I told you, man.”

“Nope. I’m not that. Don’t call me that.” Corey shook his head. 

“And we’ve got a speeder.” I narrowed my eyes at Sam, I think. My brain flashed back to the video where he ran around a mansion in a literal second. “We haven’t had the best track record with your kind.” 

He put his hands up in defense. “I’ve never met anyone else with speed, so whoever you crossed paths with I’m sorry. I’m not like them.” 

I tilted my head as I eyed his fairly lanky posture and scoffed under my breath, “You look exactly like them.” 

“So what I’m getting here is you’re going to judge us without even knowing us?” Colby questioned as he gestured between the four of them. 

“My judgement has usually served me right,” I remarked. 

He crossed his arms and he bro nodded. “Mine too, baby.” 

I raised my brows and slumped my arm around Ev’s shoulders. “Babe, do you think my judgement is probably better than Colby’s?” 

“Stel, love, you know I love you dearly, but I’m not getting involved.” Her fingers lightly tangled mine as she sent a knowing smile in their direction. 

Jake’s eyes went wide. “They’re lesbians. Broooo.” 

“Bi, actually, and she prefers to not label herself.” 

Behind us somebody cleared their throat. A massive man with broad shoulders stood before us, and I felt all of the others tense up, except myself. I laughed a little, and Ev turned a concerned look on me before she joined me.

The man clearly wasn’t amused. "If you're done, we have serious business going forward."

We hastily sobered, and I tucked Ev closer. However, this earned me a glare. Something told me he thought he ran this place, and we were meant to take him seriously. Depending on the next few moments, I’d decide whether it was worth the trouble to listen or not.

"My name is Thane. I'll be your trainer. Follow me."

So we did, even the four boys had sobered, and we ended up in a room that was massive and padded. It looked like something out of a nut house. Thane’s scare layer got thicker and thicker the more he talked. The rest had been scared silent. 

"You will be the next superheroes,” he stated, pacing back and forth. "You'll have uniforms and be protecting our country from this villian. So, onto the important things. You'll all need weapons."

"We don't actually use weapons,” I stated, rolling my eyes. "We kind of are the weapons."

Thane rounded on me abruptly, and I cocked a brow; dude is going to have to try harder than that.

"Easy for you to say, but the rest don’t have your advantages. What happens when Corey can’t jump away? What happens when there’s too many surrounding Colby for him to paralyze? What happens when Evie is caught in the crossfire, and can't defend herself? None of you can have weaknesses."

My jaw clenched at the way he emphasized my love’s name. He was trying to get under my skin. “I will always be there for her, you can count on that.” 

Thane was now up in my face, snarling a smirk. “She’s your weakness.” He stepped back as I made a fist. The rest eyed me, all but one actually showing me empathy. I didn’t want it. I knew Evie was my weakness, and it wouldn’t change a thing. 

“See, I’ve assessed all of your greatest and worst traits to give you the best fit weapon. You will be presented with them tomorrow and then training will immediately follow.”

“What about costumes?” Jake asked. 

Thane cocked a brow. “You get none. We’ve supplied you with the best incognito gear in the closets of your bunks.”

“We don’t get masks?" Evie suggested.

"Why do we need masks?" I countered, and looked over at her.

"Cause they're a superhero classic."

Sam shook his head. “We're not trying to hide our identities.”

She considered this, but then she argued, “They’re so sleek though!” It was clear that the boys were not down with this either. “Where’s the fun if we don’t get to wear masks?”

“I’m sorry, babe. I think you’re the only one on board.” I kissed her head. 

"About the name," Colby cut in, and we all turned to look at him suspiciously. From the moments of just meeting him, I knew this would be a trip.

"What about it?" Thane asked. He looked like our banter was already dancing on his last nerve.

"I'm thinking of Colby and the ghosts."

We all groaned.

Thane looked like he was about to blow a gasket. "Meeting over," he growled and pointed toward the door. "Find your assigned guard to take you to your rooms. We'll discuss this...insubordination tomorrow when I don't want to kill you all. Out!"

And trust me, we got out.

Next: Salads and Shitheads (3)

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[Mer sterf]

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[raybyanothername]

I was tagged by @do-what-the-knight-tells-you on my main account!

Rules: Name your top 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.

This is, possibly, the hardest thing I've ever done in fandom... and I'm including finishing an entire ship week on time (wait...I haven't actually successfully done that...sh!).

Alright! Here we go! In no particular order...

Rodney McKay // Stargate Atlantis

Sassy genius who is both pessimestic AND has self-esteem issues hidden by loads of arrogance? Literally, me, but better at it.

Also, that gif of him totally sums up how I handled making this list.

Jason Todd // DCU

He's my favorite Robin, who is (in any incarnation) my favorite superhero. Plus, he's got sass, sarcasm, a temper, and a tragic backstory that beats other tragic backstories up with a crow bar. He is The Best antihero to ever grace a comic book.

Coco Adel // RWBY

I'm not convinced there's a single character in RWBY that isn't awesome (good, bad, they're all interesting!), but Coco is just... *sighs dreamily* Goals. I mean, the heels, the clothes, the gatling gun?! *fans self* I want to BE her!

Quark // Star Trek

If ya haven't caught on yet, I love a sarcastic character (Chief O'Brien was a close second btw). The whole concept of a reluctant hero with questionable morals appeals to me and every d&d character I have ever played though and Quark is just plain amusing in every scene. Chaotic Neutrals get shit done!

Also, I would like to note that picking JUST ONE character from Star Trek physically pained me! I want points for not picking one per series

Ron Weasley // Harry Potter

I'm legally bound by the fact that I'm a millennial to include Harry Potter on this list. Ron happens to be my favorite of the Golden Trio (though not always my favorite Weasley...). I absolutely love his sass, his loyalty, his intellect - I was always more a Hermione, being a book worm and all. Ron is emotionally intelligent in a way I always wanted to be and I think he's a great example of a person not letting their weakest moments define them.

The movies can go burn in dragon dung, because Ron was epic and they did him wrong. Rupert Grint, however, is adorable and also deserved better.

Pippin (Peregrin Took) // Lord of the Rings

I can't even begin to explain why I love Pippin the most of the whole fellowship, but it basically comes down to he was the one I could most easily relate to. He was the youngest, the most naive, but his heart and his intuition always saw him through. He was also hilarious.

And if you're shocked I didn't pick Merry, who was the most amazingly sarcastic and grumpy hobbit ever, you may join the club. Even I'm a little surprised.

Wolfram von Bielefelt // Kyou Kara Maou

Sarcastic. Grumpy. Tempermental. Secrectly a big softie. Wears a comfy pink nightgown. Wolfram is literally the perfect man.

This was my favorite anime as a teen btw and if you haven't watched it you should.

Yuri Plisetsky // Yuri on Ice

Angry blonds are apparently my type? *shrug* Yuri also has those tragic backstory vibes that make him a super interesting character to try to analyze. I need to write some YoI fanfic ASAP.

Melanie Segal // Bunheads

Sarcasm. Wit. Accidental anger issues? Yes, please! Honestly, of all the storylines I hated to see unexplored when this show was cancelled, Melanie's was the one I was most bitter about. There was just so much to explore!

I have like five WIPs in my fanfic folder surrounding her, honestly, no exaggeration.

Lady Morgana // Merlin

Early seasons' kind-hearted, rebellious Morgana? Good. Mid-seasons' plotting and smirking Morgana? Also good. End of series half-crazed psycho witch Morgana? Good!

There is no bad Morgana character! All of them are golden, all of them fun to write. And good lord do I need to update my Morgana fic...

-.-.-

I tag @peredhel @drunkdragondoes @rideboldlyride @sailorbuilt @laserfocus @hittheroadjus @5sosmukefan @darksarcasminthejaeger @samanthacblack18 @logicheartsoul to try this out if any of you want to give this a shot! It definitely took a lot of thinking and I surprised myself more than a few times!

#fandom ramblings #stargate atlantis #star trek #merlin #rwby #bunheads #yuri on ice #kyou kara maou #dcu #batman #lotr #lotr fandom #lord of the rings #harry potter #ron weasley #ray answers #ray rambles #ask ray

[noncommited-writer]

5 times Tony needed Peter + 1 time Peter needed Tony

Heyo! Another Starker Bingo in the house! This time it's College AU! And also, it's a 5+1! Which I haven't done before either so this was interesting to write.

Tony is 16 when he first enters MIT while Peter is 18/19. 16 is the legal age in Massachusetts for consent so whatever stuff that happens out of 'screen' you all imagine is all legal. So that means Peter is older than Tony. But there is underaged drinking. Its college, what do you expect?

Here is it on ao3

1.

“Hey, man, need any help?” A voice pipes up from within the room, but Tony can’t see a thing because of the tower of boxes in his arms. His voice is strained as he mutters a, “Don’t worry, I got it.”

“Uh yeah—no.” The person says and Tony nearly careens backwards from the change in weight he is heaving, the mystery person taking two of the three boxes with ease. Tony winces as his back cracks, but he says, “Thanks.”

“No problem! Glad to be of help.” Tony stares. And stares. And doesn’t stop staring because the mystery person turns out to be this unbelievably gorgeous brunette with bright brown eyes and a sweet smile, looking akin to a puppy.

Tony just blinks. And gapes when the guy—who he presumes works out a lot because holy shit—holds the two boxes on one hand and takes the third from Tony’s arms with his free hand. He walks over to Tony’s twin sized bed and slowly lays it down on right next to the bed frame. When he gets back up, his hand is stretched out between the two of them. “Name’s Peter Parker. You must be my roommate.”

Tony thinks he must look stupid with his dumb braces, spotty skin and gaping mouth but he shoves his insecurities to the side for one moment, and puts on a friendly smile. He shakes Peter’s—extremely strong—hand, “Name’s Tony.”

“I hope we’ll be close roommates here, Tony, cause honestly I’m pretty sure I was lost for an hour just before I got to this dorm so—I need a friend.” Peter has a nice smile. Tony already knows being roommates with this gorgeous—and way out of his league older guy—is going to make his hormonal and secretly closeted life much harder than it already is.

But he takes in the sweet eyes and beaming smile and Tony thinks it can’t be too bad here in MIT.

2.

“Ugh! Why do I have to choose assholes? Always!” Tony screams into his pillow, one hand punching his mattress. He smiles—despite himself—when he hears Peter’s sweet laughter ringing out in their dorm.

“I swear, if I choose another guy who thinks they’re worth even a cent of my dad’s money, just slap me in the face and lock me somewhere so I don’t go out dating douche bags again.” Tony huffs, air blowing on the lock of hair in front of his face. In the corner of his eye, he can see Peter lift his head from his robotics ensemble, a fond grin adorning his features as he looks at Tony.

“Maybe you’re like Marlin or Nemo, too scared to get off the reef.” Tony gets up on his elbows, tilting his head.

“Maybe you’re just too scared to get out of your comfort zone, you know?” Peter suggests, shrugging before returning to his circuit board. Tony hums in contemplation.

Tony sits up and looks down at his hands, idly playing with his fingers. A scowl goes onto his face, something solemn and sad in his eyes as he thinks.

Sensing the silence, Peter looks up. Something soft graces his face as he takes Tony in—slumped over, frown on his lips and curled up like a small kid that needs comfort.

Peter knows that Tony is the type to get too much into his own head. “Hey.”

Tony doesn’t look up but he subtly nods. “Tony, look at me.”

He does this time, and Peter sighs at the shimmer of unshed tears in Tony’s eyes. Peter can already bet that Tony is repeating that stupid mantra in his head again, ‘Stark men are made of iron.’ when he tries to shake off the emotion in his eyes.

Peter grits his teeth as he silently curses Howard.

“Tony, you have to know that Ty is an asshole. That you did nothing wrong, okay?” Tony sniffles, a weak sound that makes Peter’s face crumple. He puts the screwdriver and circuit board down onto his bed, getting off his mattress to walk over to Tony. He settles down next to his roommate.

“Ty is a dick, a suck up, a prick. I can call him all the names in the book because he destroyed your trust in him. You did absolutely nothing wrong.” Tony stopped frowning, but he still looks upset.

“You shouldn’t be mad at yourself, be mad at him.” Peter stares into Tony’s teary eyes. The younger teenager nods. Peter can only smile as he continues, “He doesn’t deserve you. You’re an amazing fish.”

Tony cracks up at that, even through the tears, and Peter relaxes a little bit. He pats Tony’s knee and gets off his bed, picking up his screwdriver again.

“Thanks, Pete. I really needed that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m only stating facts here.”

When a few moments pass, when Tony is staring at Peter’s concentrated face and focused eyes, he finally blurts out a question he’s been thinking about recently. “How about you?”

“What about me?”

“You know, don’t you have a fish you like?” Peter stops his movements, eyes glancing up to Tony. He secretly smiles to himself, a little sad, and he says, “Yeah. I do. I just want it to be the perfect time.”

Tony deflates a tiny bit. But he does give out a, “Well, good luck with whoever they are. They’ll be lucky to have you.”

Tony returns his attention to his half finished coding of JARVIS, not noticing the stare he’s getting from the across the room.

3.

The world is spinning. Lights seem to trail along his gaze, the bass of the music vibrating Tony from head to toe as his heart pounds deafeningly in his ears. He stumbles on his feet, spilling his seventh—or is it eighth?—cup of beer over its rim. He mumbles an apology, unable to steady his gaze to focus on whoever he spilled the drink onto.

He feels lost, and he’s pretty sure he dropped his phone somewhere after the second round of beer pong. He’s supposed to call Rhodey if there’s a problem, but Tony reasons getting drunk, unable to find his phone or being unable to recognise anyone is hardly a problem.

He’s supposed to be in his dorm, studying for his next exam, but Tony decided to take Ty’s offer on his party when he saw Peter getting too close to one of their schoolmates. Some blonde girl who seems to notice how well Peter fits into his sweaters.

Usually Tony can shrug off jealousy, but with Peter it’s different. Because he knows that Peter isn’t the type to have divided attention between people. He knows Peter is the type to dote on the person he loves. And the knowledge that it won’t be Tony, sort of breaks him.

He knows it’s selfish. It’s not like they have anything. He can fool himself with those midnight talks, movie nights and sweet smiles shared between them, but that illusion is easily shattered when Peter turns absolutely red when he’s around another girl.

But Tony doesn’t care. Not at all. He can deal with this. After all, he can distant himself from Peter if he wants to… right?

Tony finds himself in the middle of Ty’s house, somehow making it from his backyard to his living room without tripping more than once.

But it’s when he catches the number on the clock on the wall. Two in the morning.

Shit. How did time go so fast?

Tony has class tomorrow and a quiz in the afternoon. He sighs.

Suddenly, the floor seems to sway under his feet and Tony is pitching forward—moving too fast and the floor’s too close and shit—

“Tony!” A pair of strong arms wrap around his body, pulling him to a warm chest. Tony immediately knows who it is, from the manly scent of Old Spice enveloping his senses and the feeling of a worn out denim jacket under his fingertips. He lets go of his empty cup, feeling too weak to stand up.

“Peter,” He mumbles, unable to resist nuzzling into his warmth. Peter doesn’t seem to mind however, and he hoists Tony up to his legs. “Can you walk?”

“Probably.” Tony says under his breath, giggling to himself.

Peter lets Tony lean most of his weight onto his side, and he leads him to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, Peter gently settles Tony down onto the closed toilet seat.

Through blurry vision, Tony can see Peter put down his bag to take out a bottle of water. “Do you feel dizzy?”

“Lil’ bit. Maybe,” Tony says, reaching for the bottle as his throat itches with thirst. Peter goes down into a crouch, looking up at Tony. There’s a minute of silence while Tony drinks the water, with Peter watching him with worried eyes.

“Why are you here?” Peter asks, and Tony—wait, is that anger he’s hearing?

“Just wanted to go to a party. That’s all. I don’t get why you have to babysit me,” Tony grumbles, turning away. Peter grits his teeth, “You weren’t back at the dorm or at school, I was calling all night. Rhodey said you were going to a party but he didn’t know which—”

He called Rhodey? How dare he even—Tony almost crushes the plastic bottle under his hold.

“—and somehow tonight has to be the night when there’s four different parties going on! Which you shouldn’t even be at because you’re still sixteen! I had to haul ass and look all over campus for you and I just—”

“I didn’t ask you to! I never asked you to be my fucking shadow and I don’t need you giving me some dumb ass lecture I won’t even remember in the morning. So shut up, Parker.”

Peter stops, flinching. Tony breathes hard through his nose, and watches as his roommate bows his head. “I’m sorry, Tony. I shouldn’t have snapped.”

Fuck. Tony huffs, feeling his chest nearly concave. Tony should be the one apologising, not Peter. “No. I should be the one saying sorry. But I’m still mad so I’m not going to.”

Peter’s brows furrow. “Mad? Why would you be mad?”

Tony sighs, not realising he let that slip out so easily. Damn alcohol.

“Why? Did I do something wrong? Tell me if I did, then I can try to fix it—”

“No.”

“Please, Tony, just tell me what’s going on.”

Tony clenches his fist, “Why do you want to know so badly, Parker?”

“Because I’m worried about you, okay? I want to know what’s going on because I can’t stand you like this, or being angry at me.”

Tony blinks.

“Worried… about me?”

“Yes! I thought I made that clear by practically tearing through the campus to look for you.”

Tony watches Peter, unsure.

“Why would you be worried about me? I’m sure Rhodey could’ve found me as well.”

Peter’s face scrunches up at that. “Because…”

He looks away, his jaw clenching as his eyes harden. “Because I like you.”

“What?”

“Because I like you, Tony Stark. I like you a lot. Like… too much, I think.”

Tony leans back, his eyes going wide. At that, Peter seem to backtrack, scared, “I hope this doesn’t change our friendship cause I really don’t want that to—”

Tony doesn’t let him finish his sentence, because he basically plopped himself into Peter’s lap and pressed his lips against his. Tony’s inexperienced, he knows, but it sends him a great joy when Peter doesn’t respond in anything but enthusiasm back. He pulls away far enough to speak, pressing his forehead against Peter’s, “I was mad because I was jealous you were talking to Cindy this morning.”

“So that’s why you avoided me during lunch.” Peter mumbles, tone almost amused. Tony lightly pinches his shoulder but Peter just laughs against his lips, leaning in again for another kiss.

4. 

When he first receives the call, it’s like a punch to the gut—with a metal fist. He calls in sick for his class and cries in his bed, body convulsing in agony and pain. He can’t even see the floor clearly through his tears, or the slats of his window, showing the gloomy grey of the stormy sky. Quite ironic.

The door creaks open—two hours earlier than when Peter’s class would end—and the smell of hot Chinese takeout is welcomed. He only looks at Peter when the door closes.

He sits up, and the sight of his red-rimmed eyes and snotty nose is enough for Peter to quickly put down the food and rush into Tony’s awaiting arms. The smell of Peter and his warmth sends Tony into another crying spell, his scrawny body curling into Peter’s much sturdier form.

“Shh, hey, I got you. I got you,” Peter murmurs into Tony’s neck, hands rubbing his shivering muscles. Tony can’t help the wails escaping his mouth.

He should’ve said something. Should’ve said to his dad he loves him even with all the shit he’s put him through, should’ve told his mom that he was dating the best person he’s ever met and he’s utterly in love with him, he could’ve tried harder for them, could’ve been better in their eyes. Should’ve. Could’ve. They all don’t matter, do they? Now that their cold bodies are in a morgue somewhere, getting prepped for the funeral.

Tony can taste the saltiness of his tears, probably the only thing he’s tasted other than the bitterness that stems from his aching heart. Tony would usually say this is all melodramatic, that his thoughts are depressed prose. But the logical part of him doesn’t even care anymore.

He needs to let it out somewhere, all the repressed anger and sadness that reverberates through his body. And it’s only because of Peter—from his forlorn expression back at that party—that he stops himself from drinking his sorrows. Damn the age of drinking. Who cares if he’s three years under twenty? He should have the right to numb himself.

It’s the softness Peter exudes that prevents Tony from doing anything rash. He can handle Rhodey’s disapproval, Howard’s anger and Maria’s hidden hurt, but he can’t handle Peter’s open trust and love, can’t handle disappointing him or—even worse—still forgiving him even when he’s done shitty things Peter should be mad at. And so Tony tries.

For Peter.

5. 

It’s two months in after he’s returned being kidnapped. Two months since the birth of Iron Man. Two months since Tony left his own hell.

He’s having the routinely nightmares. Flashes of drowning, phantom shocks of electricity running through him as his car battery dips into the nasty water, the sweltering heat as he sits in front of the furnace. It’s all the same.

Until it isn’t.

His breath hitched when he first sees Peter—head covered by another rag. He knows it’s Peter when he sees him because of the tattered pajamas Tony got him for Christmas. Tony is shaking when the men speaking in Arabic start to approach Peter, ends of jumper cables in their hands. He’s screaming when he realises those jumper cables are connected to his chest, the cavity hooked onto this stupid car battery.

The men start laughing as they hold Tony down, turning the voltage up on his car battery and Tony—Tony has to watch through hoarse screams and blurry tears as Peter gets fried by electricity because of him—because of his stupid injury—stupid, stupid, stupid Stark—Is this the last act of defiance of the great Tony Stark or are you going to do something about it?

He can’t. He can’t do anything about it, because he’s watching the love of his life convulse, hands and feet immobile as if some invisible force is making him watch this, cries ripped out of him as he hears the constant drone of “Tony! Save me, Tony! God, save me Tony—please! It hurts! Tony!—

“Tony!”

Tony jolts up in his bed, beads of sweat rolling down, mixing with his tears. He can barely see in the dark, but the figure in front of him leans over to pull the switch under his lamp. The room fills with a soft glow and Tony sees—

“Peter,” he whimpers, voice catching on his name. Peter has a heavy look of concern, brows furrowed and beautiful eyes wide as he takes Tony in. Tony can’t do anything but lunge into Peter’s big arms, his body bone tired, his brain fried and chest crumpling within itself. He’s sobbing, but he barely notices anything but the comforting caresses his body needs.

He can hear the echoes of Peter’s horrified, violent screams playing on loop in his head, but the warmth he feels as Peter mutters his ‘I’m here’s chases the edge away. He doesn’t even realise he’s babbling until Peter carries him onto his lap, head burrowing into Tony’s neck as he listens intently to Tony’s recollection of his nightmare.

Tony wishes he wasn’t broken. He wishes he’s the person before the Afghan cave.

“You’re not broken.” Tony isn’t even mad at himself for saying it out loud, he’s just… tired.

“I am, Pete. I’m nothing but a few shattered pieces, half of them left in that cave.”

“I’m so fucking scared.”

“Baby, what are you scared about?” Tony pulls away, head bowing down. Peter is sweet, taking both his clammy hands to his lips, thumbs rubbing over the callouses he gained from his three month stay at the cave.

“That once you realise how much of a mess I am, that I can’t give you what you want any more… you’ll leave me.”

“Baby,” Peter’s voice cracks. His hands are frantic to reach for Tony’s face, dragging away the tracks of tears with gentleness Tony knows he doesn’t deserve.

“Darling, no. I won’t leave you. Not for that. I’ll never leave you.” Peter presses a chaste kiss on Tony’s nose, nuzzling it, “You have a few cracks here and there, but you’re not broken. You’re still the same strong, resilient, stubborn as all hell firecracker that I know. The same person I fell in love with two years ago.”

Tony whines, throat burning as more tears spring up.

“I know things seem shitty now. And it will take a while to even take a step closer to healing. But please, please, please never forget—” Peter presses his forehead against Tony’s, staring deep into those haunted brown eyes, “—that I’m with you every step of the way. I will try my damned hardest to never let you down.”

Peter intertwine his fingers with Tony’s, the pair of blue promise rings glinting under the golden lamp.

“I’ll never leave you, Tony. I love you so much and it hurts me to see you like this.” Tony feels the gaping hole in his chest widen, and it’s not because of the arc reactor. “So I want to see you get better.”

Peter cradles his face with one hand and presses his lips to Tony’s hairline, feeling tears well up in his own eyes.

“Promise me that if you ever need anything at all, you can call me, okay? I’m here for you.” Tony gives another heart-wrenching sob as he nods vigorously, accepting Peter’s loving embrace as if second nature.

“I know how you don’t like relying on others for help but please, remember you have me, Rhodey, Jarvis and Anna. You have Aunt May who also adore you. So don’t be afraid to ask for help. We’re all here for you.”

“We all love you, Tony.”

+ 1

Tony knows he shouldn’t be too upset, that not all of the times he calls for Peter, he’d zip right next to his side in a moment. He’s not dumb.

But it does hurt when his boyfriend skips on bringing him to his therapy sessions for three weeks at this point, cancelling at least three lunch dates already.

He gets it. That Peter still has another year in MIT and needs to balance working and school while also emotionally supporting Tony. Tony—who’s a billionaire, a hero with a secret identity (something he hides from Peter) and graduated summa cum laude a year early—knows that Peter is struggling. He tries to hide it but the bags under his eyes and constant zoning out is a sign Peter is sacrificing too much sleep for other things.

Makes Tony feel ever guilty for already dragging him into his own bullshit.

But the past month, Peter has been… estranged. Tony is hurt, of course, and tries to take in stride. But every time he gets a late minute date cancellation, or a sad excuse of an apology after waiting for two hours on the side of the street, Tony falters.

But hey, it’s fine. All should be okay once he clears it up with Peter. Right?

He goes onto Peter’s apartment floor (Tony offered to pay for a lease until Peter graduates, which he surprisingly easily agrees to. Peter says he can’t pay for both the dorm and tuition anymore, and that Tony is a godsend.) and walks to the end of the hall. The first thing he’s going to ask Peter is why he’s basically been MIA for the past two days—not answering any calls or texts without any reason. Next thing he’s going to do is kiss him stupid because Tony has to admit he’s been a little worried—

Tony freezes.

There’s a tiny streak of blood where the door meets the locking mechanism. A crimson handprint around the doorknob.

Peter.

Tony takes the small metal tube from the inside of his jacket, a mini flash bomb. It’s non lethal but if things go awry, it’d give him enough time to escape. Tony doesn’t have his suit with him—why would he? He’s visiting Peter—which he silently curses to himself about.

The door creaks open easily, unlocked and barely open. Tony can feel something weighing heavy in the pit of his stomach when he takes a step into Peter’s apartment. The faint smell of blood enters his nostrils, and Tony grits his teeth, worry rising in him.

He takes a look around the apartment. Things are knocked over, photo frames and a vase shattered on the floor, and there is a few drops of blood leading the way into the living room. He holds the flash bomb in his hand, eyes scouring the area.

He takes a couple of more steps into the apartment and his gaze falls to the floor. A pair of red shoes with blue pants greet him. He stops. He recognises those colours.

It’s the same colours he sees when he turns on the news channel, reporting about the web-slinging vigilante. Spider-Man.

What is he doing here?

Tony moves in closer until he can see the head of Spider-Man. Despite the blood matting it, Tony can recognise that familiar mop of brown curls anywhere.

“Shit, Peter!” Tony pockets the weapon and goes onto his knees next to the unresponsive body. He places a hand on his back, realising with a flood of relief he’s still breathing.

“Pete! Say something if you can hear me.” Peter doesn’t respond at all.

Just when Tony is about to screw it all and call for back-up, Peter murmurs something under his breath. Tony leans down to hear it better.

“Tony?” he can barely hear Peter, raspy and slightly wheezy. The younger teen sags, looking over Peter’s body. He frowns when he sees a smear of blood next to his torso. Tony, with all the gentleness he can muster, he slips his hands under Peter’s thigh and shoulder, turning him over to his side. He lets out a gasp at the sight of the pool of blood under him.

“Shit, Pete. We gotta do something about the wound.”

A hand rests on his knee—which Tony tries hard not to think about how it leaves a blood stain because, shit that’s a lot of blood and Tony can afford to go into a panic attack now—and Peter mumbles, “My… healing factor should’ve… closed the wound.”

Tony furrows his brows but he can’t question it now, he’s more keen on taking care of his very injured boyfriend who—holy shit, he’s Spider-Man and that means he’s been Spider-Man ever since he was sixteen and he’s been hiding it from Tony—needs professional medical attention. But when he thinks over the fact he just said ‘healing factor’, Tony decides that Peter wouldn’t appreciate being placed into a hospital, a place that is required to keep his blood.

“I’m guessing no hospital?” Peter slowly nods his head, a shuddering breath rattling his chest as he exhales.

“I think… I’m blacking out.” Tony’s eyes go wide and he starts to panic when the hand on his knee goes lax.

**

When Peter comes to, he can feel a tightness around his torso and an ache in his arm—right where Scorpion rammed into, sending him flying into a broken sign that has a hazardous jagged edge, hence the wound.

He can also feel soft lips on his knuckles and a pair of shaking hands holding onto his hand tightly. He cracks open an eye, to see Tony leaning into his hand, eyes screwed, a deep set of worry in the tension of his shoulders.

When he tenses his fingers, Tony’s eyes fly open and he’s greeted by the most frenzied look he’s ever seen on Tony. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is, “You look handsome in that shirt.”

Peter winces at the croakiness of his voice, but he flinches at the sight of Tony’s face hardening.

“When were you going to tell me you’re Spider-Man?” Peter doesn’t respond. Tony’s eye twitches.

“Is it when you’re dead in a ditch? When you’re bleeding out in an alleyway? When you get stung by Scorpion? Tell me, Pete, cause I’m really wracking my brain here.”

Peter’s eyes go to the ceiling, unable to look at Tony’s anger.

“I get that you’re mad but—” Peter closes his eyes, the memory playing in his head. The way Scorpion spat his name—his real name—and threatened with so much resentment.

“You weren’t there and I know—I know that you hate not knowing things but I have to keep you out of this, Tony.”

The silence that ensues makes Peter thinks the worst.

“Kept out of this? Are you fucking kidding me, Parker?” Tony spits. Peter flinches again, eyes burning.

“Tony—”

“No, Peter, you do not shut me out like this. I was there for you when Ben died, and you were there for me when I had so much shit going on. You can’t just push me just when you need it the most, especially because you told me that you’d be there for me if I needed you. Why can I be there for you? Why would you leave me out of this—”

Peter bolts up in seat, eyes wide and teary as he cries out, “Because I have to protect you, Tony! This is different! I fought Scorpion and—do you know what he did? He knew me, Tony! He knew my name and he knew you and I can’t—” Peter whimpers, running his hand over his eyes. “—handle that! I can’t even think of that! How do you expect me to? To know the love of my life is in danger just because he’s dating me. I can’t—I can’t lose you again.”

Tony blinks, watching as hot tears roll down Peter’s face. And for once in his life, Tony is hit with the realisation of why Peter is always there for him. Why Peter always has his back, ready to be at his beck and call and sacrificing all his other needs to keep Tony happy.

Because of the creature inside him, growling protectively, growing in size the more he hears Peter cry. It’s the feeling that stems from his unconditional love for the older superhero. Tony wants to protect him—he has an urge. He needs to be the one taking care of Peter when he’s down.

“Pete. Look at me.” Tony takes his chin in his fingers, something possessive glinting in his eye as he stares at those wet cheeks. Peter moans pitifully, face scrunching up in anguish as he looks up at Tony.

“Listen to me carefully. I know you. And I’ve heard countless stories of Spider-Man. And I know that you’ll never let this go. You won’t stop until he’s gone. But how can you do that? When you’re hurt?”

Tony slides his hand from his chin to his cheek, caressing the damp skin. “I can’t stop you. I know that. But I can stop him.”

Peter’s brows furrow. Tony takes out his holographic phone, a prototype and one of its kind. He taps the screen a couple of types before placing it on Peter’s lap.

A small hologram of a suit comes up. Sleek, metal and humanoid.

“Iron Man,” Peter whispers, before his eyes go wide and he looks over at Tony. “You’re—”

“The one and only, sweetheart,” Tony gives a small smirk. Peter stares at the hologram, muttering, “But that doesn’t mean you’ll fight him.”

Tony resists the urge to roll his eyes, only sighing. “If you can take him on, I think it’s only fair I get an equal chance. Fair game.”

Peter frowns. “But—”

Tony cuts in quickly, “I know that you’re worried. But for all that is holy, listen to me on this. You’re more experienced, I get that. But I have an arsenal of weapons and armour. What can Scorpion do? Sting me? How can he if I made the armour ten times tougher than my original suit, which somehow survived a crash landing into a desert.”

“That’s how you escaped?”

“Yup. The point is, I can take him down. I can bring him in. And don’t you dare say no, because he just nearly killed my boyfriend and I’m ready to blast a hole through his suit.”

Peter still looks skeptical. Tony is ready to launch into another tangent of the pros and cons of going against Scorpion, when Peter says, “Okay. I’ll let you do it. But—”

Tony listens with rapt attention as Peter gets all serious. “—you have to wait until I’m done healing. And then we go together. Can you promise me that, Tony? Because I don’t think I can handle the thought of you out there, all alone.”

Tony hesitates, but he sees the utmost fear in his face, all laid out there for him to see. Tony can’t help but soften and nods. Peter has a small smile tugging at his lips, “You really killed Obadiah and those weapon dealers in Gulmira?”

Tony chuckles lowly, “You don’t even know the half of it, sweetheart.”

Peter reaches for Tony’s hands, brings them to his split lips, and mumbles, “Maybe I do need your help. Could use a partner.”

Amusement dances in Tony’s eyes. “In crime or life?”

Peter gapes for one good second. “Both?” he asks meekly, as if worried of what Tony would think.

Tony grins. “Not anytime soon but yeah. Of course.”

With Peter stretched across the blanket, his head pops up, curls in a mess and Tony can't help but press a kiss to his forehead, saying against his skin, “I love you, Peter Parker. And I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go anytime soon.”

Peter beams, a smile that never fails to make Tony’s heart burst. Tony nods once, as if reassuring, before he gets an armful of Peter, who starts laying soft kisses all over his face in a flurry. “God, I love you too, Tony Stark.”

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Something different! Tiny break from all the random ones I’ve taken recently.

Name a movie starring... Survey by aussielozzie

Gary Sinise: I’ve honestly never heard of him before. The name is a *little* familiar, but I know nothing else about him.

Tom Hanks: Toy Story 1-4! The first one will always be my favorite animated movie of all time. So good.

Melanie Griffiths: I’m not familiar with her work but I do know she’s Dakota Johnson’s mom, so at least I have that going for me.

Angelina Jolie: Salt. I remember watching it with my mom at the cinema when it premiered like 10 years ago. It wouldn’t normally be my type of movie, but I was really into Angelina then so we watched it together.

Lindsay Lohan: Herbie, omg this was one of my favorites as a kid. I used to be really excited whenever it was the movie Disney was airing in the evening because they showed it so rarely.

Rachel McAdams: The Vow, The Notebook, Spotlight, Mean Girls... I love her, so I’ve seen a bunch of her films. My guilty pleasure favorite would be The Vow, but the best movie of hers that I’ve watched is Spotlight.

Brad Pitt: World War Z, I think? I barely remember that movie; I slept through it.

Cameron Diaz: Uhh the Shrek movies, but I’ve only seen the second one. Never knew she voiced Fiona until years later.

Gwyneth Paltrow: Shakespeare in Love, though I only largely know of her role because she won an Oscar for it and yet the wildly popular opinion is that she didn’y deserve to win Best Actress.

Hugh Grant: LOVE ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVS. I honestly really liked the storyline he was part of even though a lot of people didn’t haha, I thought he was great at playing the dorky Prime Minister.

Juliette Lewis: I know of Julia Louis-Dreyfus but not her haha, sorry. Close enough.

Johnny Depp: Edward Scissorhands. Can’t say I’m a fan of his movies, but I’m aware of a number of them just because they’ve always been popular.

Liv Tyler: Ooooh I’ve always thought she’s sooooo beautiful but I don’t think I can name one of her movies without having to look it up :(

Halle Berry: Catwoman.

Queen Latifah: Not sure if I can cite a movie of hers, I know who she is but not really familiar with anything else about her.

Sharon Stone: I’m pretty sure she’s in that movie with the famous scene of her in white with her legs crossed. I’m just not sure what the name is.

Keira Knightley: Again, Love Actually. That movie was such a hodgepodge of big Hollywood names. I’m all over it.

Tom Cruise: Eyes Wide Shut. Can’t let this survey go without a hint of Kubrick :)

Ben Affleck: Gone Girl!!!!!!!!! Intense movie that I honestly associate more with Rosamund Pike, but you asked for Ben Affleck so there ya go. He was in Good Will Hunting too, but I also associate this movie more with Matt Damon and Minnie Driver. I don’t really care for Ben, I guess lol.

Jennifer Garner: 13 Going On 30. <3 Also one of my favorites.

Demi Moore: “She’s the act-RESS that was in Disclosure, Indecent Proposal, Ghost.” Those who watch Friends will know, heheh.

Ashton Kutcher: No Strings Attached. Nothing much to share about it as I haven’t seen it.

Sandra Bullock: The Proposal – easily the best romcom ever. Would be very happy and willing to die on such a hill.

Jim Carrey: The Mask. I have a lot of fond memories laughing over this with my sister and cousins when I was much younger. But also...Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Such an important film to me.

Renee Zellweger: Bridget Jones’s Diary, but I’ve never seen it.

Nicole Kidman: Eyes Wide Shut, and the film I can’t watch more than once, The Hours. She was also in The Killing of A Sacred Deer if I remember correctly.

Eddie Murphy: Dreamgirls. I specifically remember this because I watched this movie at an age where I was supposed to be nowhere near it (only watched it for Beyoncé lol) and Eddie Murphy played a really vulgar character. He said a lot of innuendos that went over my head as a kid that I was terrified to learn about as an adult.

Mike Myers: Cat in the Hat...lol

Adam Sandler: 50 First Dates! Such a bittersweet story but still makes me feel warm and fuzzy in all the right places. :)

Ben Stiller: Night at the Museum, I think.

Keanu Reeves: John Wick, which I know nearly everyone loves but I have not seen it. Doesn’t seem like my type of movie though so I don’t know if I’ll ever plan on watching.

Hillary Swank: Million Dollar Baby. I have wanted to watch this for the longest time, idk why I never got around to it.

Kirsten Dunst: The Virgin Suicides. I’ve also been eyeing this for a while, but I’m scared off by the title tbh. I feel like it would be too triggering for me.

River Phoenix: Stand By Me.

Owen Wilson: I know he’s a Wes Anderson favorite. The Darjeeling Limited, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Fantastic Mr. Fox, The Royal Tenenbaums, etc.

Sean Penn: Into the Wild, but I mostly watched that movie because of Kristen Stewart ha.

Rob Schneider: Not sure if I know of any.

Will Ferrell: Same here.

Jack Black: Nacho Libre. This movie will always be embedded in my mind because I remember when I used to hang out with/babysit one of my baby cousins, my aunt (his mom) used to tell me that I’m free to pick out any movie from their movie shelf except Nacho Libre. That has stuck with me since and to this day I’m kind of scared to watch it hahahaha

John Travolta: Grease.

Toni Collette: Knives Out, Hereditary, and of course, the ever-depressing I’m Thinking of Ending Things...

Reese Witherspoon: Legally Blonde.

Uma Thurman: Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction.

Kate Winslet: Been waiting for you to drop her name ;) The Reader, Titanic, Steve Jobs, Revolutionary Road, Sense and Sensibility, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Contagion, Heavenly Creatures, the Divergent movies...and now Ammonite. I looooooooove Kate Winslet.

Kate Hudson: How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days, that I couldn’t finish because it was too corny for me.

#survey #surveys

[softlimefluff]

🎞 with the French baguette man? (Had to resend it because website tumblr is super laggy on my phone so Ignore this one if the first one somehow got sent!)

oui oui dearest Cleoooo, I shall deliver (and you’re good, it sent properly by some miracle!)

-French baguette man has a french baguette plan: MOVIE NIGHT.

-First of all: must select movie. Pol will suggest romantic comedies EVERY DANG TIME. If you don’t stop him, he will put on stuff like 13 Going On 30, The Proposal, The Holiday, 27 Dresses, Legally Blonde, Mean Girls, Clueless- literally any chick flick will be high on his list.

-Second: SNACKS. Polnareff will go ham on a giant bag of peanut mnms, like if you don’t stop him he will be halfway through the two pound bag because he’ll just sit there and keep shoveling them down 😂 You’ll probably grab popcorn, pizza, soda, and other stuff that’s easy to eat while you’re engrossed in the movie.

-Third: lots of cozy blankets to make a blanket nest on the couch. If you’re chilling, you’re going to DO THIS RIGHT. Pol will make sure the couch is a getaway oasis of softness and snuggles. You’re dangerously close to falling asleep by the end of the movie because you’re so cozy.

-Both of you guys might fall asleep actually… So just imagine how cute it is that y’all leaned up on each other and are sleeping away 😭 the MOST precious. You’re both a little sheepish the next morning, but secretly enjoyed it more than you want to say~

-Honestly, you’d both be super happy with movie night and arranging when you can have your next one ASAP 💔

#jean pierre polnareff #polnareff #hcs #jojo headcanons #polnareff headcanons #jjba