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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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my kaleidoscope thoughts/review

(spoilers under the cut. also im still shocked so this shit makes no sense)

holy shit holy shit HOLY SHIT WHAT TJE FYCK HOLY SHJT OHMFG HOLY SHIT KALEIDOSCOPE IS A FUCKING PRODIGY WHAT THE FYCK THAG SHIT ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY WTF WTF WTF HELP OMFG IM IN SHOCK I XANT WHAY BELP MDNSJSJJS NO FUCKING WAY THAY WAS FUCKING INSANE WHAT THE FUCK NUGGETS SHIT BALLS LOLOLAPOOLAZA WAS THAT WHAT THE FUCK IK IN AWE GIANCARLO ESPOSITIO SERVES AS DUCKING ALWAYS GOLY MOLY BAJJSJSJS SOMEONE CALL TJE FUCMING COPS WHAT OMG I NEED TI BREATHE WHAT?????? EBVRLEPQICOJSJSJD

holy shit okay so um Jesus Christ I'm fucking fahahsh that was easily the best experience I've ever had omg that's giving money heist a run for their money holy crap okay um

alright so ngl when i heard the concept of showing episodes in random order I was hyped and i wanted it to be hype but tbh i kinda expected it to be ass and omfg damn this show was so good wtf. that being said, the episodes in random order didn't exactly have much impact on the story but it was a fun idea and i liked it in the end. at first i was worried, especially when i got to the after the heist episodes (which showed right before the white episode for me) bc in my mind i was like okay but like ik the outcome so like what's the point but damn was i wrong bc oml the twists Jesus Christ that shit had me in a damn pretzel.

alright so like my thought process. So i saw the pink episode right before the white one, and first can I just say that even tho i didn't like bob im glad he got to see his pink sand beaches even tho it was technically blood but whatever. anyways omfg tho did judy ditch Stan? I think so idek anyways that's irrelevant rn. okay so i was literally devastated when ava died i love her but also it definitely wasn't as bad as money heist so I'll live. BHT OMFG LEO'S DEATH BRUH I THOUGHT RJ KILLED HIM BUT IT WAS SALAS' SON BRAD?????? WTF THAT SHIT CAME OUT SO OUT OF LEFT FIEKD OMG JSHSJSJS

like i saw the shirt and i was like hmm that's kinda a nerdy shirt it seems like something rj might wear. AND THEN IT WAS BRAD TJE SON WEARING IT IN THE WHITE EPISODE. AND THEN RJ FUCKING DIED AND THEN IT WAS JUDY THAT FUCKING KILLED HIM BUT THEN SHE SORTA KILLED BOB LIKE WHAT THE FUCK OMG MY BRAIN MY JAW WAS LIKE GONE LIKE OMGJSSJJSJS

like ngl in the beginning I wasn't vibing with judy but then she killed rj and i really wasn't vibing BUT THEN SHE KILLED BOB AND MAYBE I WAS VIBING????

omfg and THEN HANNAH CAME IN AND HIT CARLOS AND THEN TOOK ALL THE MONEY LIKE WHAT JSJSJS AND LIKE IK ITS FIR THE BEST BECAUSE THE CREW PROBABLY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED BY THE TRIPLETS IF SHE DIDN'T BUT GAWD DAMN LIKE I WAS LOW-KEY HIGHKEY SAD LIKE TF

OMG AND THE FUCKING FEDEX GUY BRUHHSHAJS AND HER SISTER BRJSJSJS IM LITERALLY NSJSJSJSN WHAT

also her hair and her black suit in that one outfit remind me of natasha Romanoff so bad omfg

KSJSJJSJS AND THEN BOB USED THE PEN HE STOLE TO SAVE HIMSELF BITCH THIS SHIT WAS LIKE TWNETY BAZILLION CHEKHOV'S GUNS

IT WAS CHEKHOV'S FUCKING GUN RANGE TF LIKE OMG IM ACTUALLY IN LOVE SHOUT OUT TO ERIC GARCIA OR ERIC GARZA MAN I DONT REMEMBER TOJR LASY NAME BUT THIS SHIT SLAPPED GOD DAWM EXPECTATION FUCKING EXCEEDED BEHWJAJSJJSJSJSJS

holy shit holy shit AND WHEN THE FUCKING MACAU AD WENT OFF DAMN KUDOS TO AVA BC I WOJLD HAVE BURST OJT LAUGHING JESUS CHRISR TNO IT WAS SO GOOD

ngl tho idek if it actually randomizes the order u watch it in i started out with the jail episode with stan and ray tho so idk tell me if u guys get anything different

#bingoboingobongo.com #kaleidoscope #kaleidoscope netflix #giancarlo esposito #netflix #omfg sjsjjsjs jesus christ that was so good it literally ate omfg #UGH AND THE SHOW ME WHERE YOUR HEART IS LIKE DAMN MY HEART IS HURTING #jesus christ tumblr pls jump on this i need to shovel more kaleidoscope content into my brain hole #cus like there's probably 200000 things im forgetting about rn #god damn #OMG AND THE FUCKING ABBASI DEATH BRJH BC TBEY SAKD SOMEONE BRUSHES BY YOU AND THEN UR DEAD AND THAT'S WHAY HAPPENED BC SHE PISSED OFF #THE TRIPLETS AND THAT'S WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO THE ENTIRE CREW IF IT WERENT FOR HANNAH DAMN #hannah kim #ray vernon #leo pap #ava mercer #roger salas #chekhov's gun range

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puppy-the-mask · 1 year

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We finished season 4 and I immediately clocked Azure as Elfman from fairytail and then found out his va is also All Might

Gonna put all my thoughts about it in one post under the cut

I’m so happy MK’s past is being touched on as a main plot line and also- Pigsy literally being MK’s adoptive dad made us emotional ;w; HE CALLED HIM SON- MK CALLED HIM DAD I’m fucking sobbing ;;;A;;;

Also I’m about to throw down with this fucking bird- even in the brotherhood he wouldn’t shut the fuck up and kept giving Macaque shit FOR NO REASON- how tf can you call yourself someone’s friend and just keep calling them a coward when Controlling Shadows and Sneaking Around is LITERALLY THEIR STRONG SUIT. Imma make a fucking duck roast out of him

On the topic of Macaque homeboy made a fucking bootleg of wukong’s game XD with the ‘I just picked up a ‘how to draw anime’ book’ artstyle I love him so much and he’s so genuinely nice helping MK out with his issues I’m so happy. He came to cause havoc and slander Wukong and then the moment he saw Mk glitching out and struggling with his power he got serious. *Bangs my fist on the table* THIS MAN!!! *ahem* I am completely normal about this

On the flip side we are DISTRAUGHT over what happened with the demon bull family. I think my mom is gonna kill Azure for trapping Redson- we’ll tag team ‘em XD I love how much they genuinely adore each other. They fought against each other and fell in love enemies to lovers style I swear these are the best characters and they don’t even get touched on half the time It’s A Travesty

Also it annoyed me that Azure immediately blamed Mk for trying to get Wukong back and blamed him for the tablet breaking when HE WAS THE ONE TO SLICE IT- IT LITERALLY WOULDN’T HAVE BROKEN HAD THIS BITCH NOT WHIPPED OUT HIS SWORD. He’s so quick to judge others and is blind to his own hypocrisy, if he stopped for one moment to talk things out before hand things wouldn’t have gone bad but then he gets all sad that others didn’t act according to his plan. I can somewhat understand him but homeboy needs to take a step back and look inwards for a hot sec. I do appreciate that he was trying not to involve the group in the matter since they aren’t their ancestors, and let them choose to involve themselves though. So I kinda like him but his lackeys not so much, especially that fucking bird >:(

Also idk about anyone else but during S3 when Nezha (?)was teamed up with Mk -for like a single fight- my brain went ‘big bro vibes’. Cause I can’t not put everyone into the found family like a buncha dolls in my new lmk doll house XD but I’m excited to see how he’ll fit in the group dynamic and if he’s gonna be a bigger character next season. He seems really cool!

ALSO THE DRAGON- MEI’S DRAGON ANCESTOR- OMFG HE’S SO CUTE. Dude is adorable- they gave him oversized sleeves and he’s so chill XD 10/10 character design he was so nice homie was just chilling in the dungeon unbothered. ‘Just make a new sword? 🙂’ and he was so right- he’s so incredibly based I love his vibe and he was only here for like 5 minutes

#lmk liveblog #I looked it up and it seems S5 drops in December? hopefully #idk if my info is reliable #lmk spoilers #lmk season four

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f1nalboys · 1 year

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Peacemaker S1 Ep4 The Choad Less Traveled live watch @tinalbion

-the little screenshot thing of adrian in his prison get up….oh yeah SORRY ok time to play

-i do in fact watch the recaps everytime idk why

-like i’m binging this shit but i still do it

-ugh this is an auggie centered episode i guess 👎

-everyone in the car together :3

-“you’ll fall over all the time and look stupid and everyone will laugh at you”

-peacemaker and vigilante both going to shoot judomaster 😭😭😭

-peacemaker is in trouble 😦

-“i started to feel sorry for it” IFKWKDNKWJD STOPPPP

-“right now this world needs a son of a bitch and you’re the only one i got” stop making me feel bad for christopher smith

-HEJDJEODJD

-ADRIAN WALKING ON HIS FOOT JUST SCREAKINF HES SO FUNNY

-MATTER EATER LAD

-adrian screaming abt walking on his foot and then walking off perfectly fine

-fuck off emilia

-SORRY harcourt is so annoying

-girlboss cunt tho fr

-but leota

-my beloved

-economous trying to make her feel better :,)

-“don’t FUCK with john economous mother fucker!” PERIODDD

-HNNGGH

-adrian without the mask

-“i’ve been meaning to thank you for allowing me to get tortured last night”

-he’s so hurt :((( my poor baby

-him staring at christopher like >:( after saying he’s fine he’s just like me

-“or your dad is a racist whack job” “yeah well your dad left your mom for another dude” “HEY?!” JFWOFNOWNDISJDN adrian ur just like me except my mom left my dad for another girl

-“yeah and they’re deeply in love!” “yeah i doubt it. u know i think he’s just pretending to be gay to get away from you” FUCM OFFFFF

-oof yeah he has no idea his dad got arrested

-oopsie hehe

-adriannnnfjfng

-sorry

-JJFJDJEJD HES TAKING ALL THE MASKS i bet he or someone else (prob adrian or maybe economous) r gonna put the scabies on one by accident 😭

-oooh the suit

-the duck wearing a human costume line PLS

-this episode is my fave so far i think

-he’s so mad at this old man

-“bat man doesn’t kill people” “BECAUSE HES A PUSSY” “he’s a dark creature of the night!” “HES A JACKASS”

-“Jesus! i was just trying to make conversation :(“

-oop.

-he revealed his dads in prison teehee

-HDKWIFNWKND

-murn angrily staring at economous and him going “me?? 😦”

-MURN WHISPERING “fuck. you” TO ECONOMOUSJFKWNXOD

-“i told u those people weren’t best friends material! 😌” HES SO CUNTTY

-aw them becoming besties again :3

-HFNWOFNKS

-ADRIANS REACTION TO CHRISPTOPHER SAYINF HE LOVES HIS DAD

-“oh….. 😀”

-leota 😵‍💫😵‍💫 sorry

-guys judomaster is awake

-not him slipping the stuff off his wrists

-NOOOOOO

-chris called her by her last name :(

-:((((

-his dads abuse being in his file :((

-WAHHHH IM FEELING SO BADDD

-“your dad is NOT a good man! not to the world, and especially not to you” WAHHHH

-:((((((((((( im so sad

-chris walking into a police station w his costume on cmon does this man not have regular clothes

-“i take it ur vigilante” “…..😦no”

-he’s so funny i love love love adrian

-can he and leota be besties :D

-“you’re so not killing it right now :/“ JFJWIDJIWND

-i hate his dad

-can someone kill this man 🗣️🗣️🗣️

-“him i fucking loved, but you? you were just a blob of flesh i felt nothing for” CAN SOMEONE KILL AUGGIE SMITH RIGHT FUCKING NOW????

-him begging his dad to be a good guy and let him do his job :/

-“i’m no rat but the first chance i get i’m spilling everything” “i don’t mean to be a jerk or anything dad but technically that exactly makes u a rat” “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT”

-fuck u auggie smith i hope someone actually kills u in there

-adrian’s hair 😵‍💫 sorry

-“he’s a good man, like you” “you think i’m a good man?” WAHHHHHH

-“i don’t think chris is ever gonna be happy as long as his fathers around” is adrian going to jail so he can kill auggie JTNAOXNWIBD

-chris is just :( so worried :(

-guys. do i like chris? NO. STAY BSCK. INDONT

-“ur gonna be alright” “ha. my dad hates my guts. everyone hates my guts. i’m a choad and not the good kind” “i don’t hate ur guts….and i think ur the good kind of choad” and chris sad smileanD HIS VOICE CRACK WHEN HE SAYS THANKS

-IM PUKING

-THEKFNWINFKE

-“i’ve sustained an injury on my pinky toe 🤓”

-and judomaster is gone

-“oh shit 😀” LFNWONFIE

-not cobra kai

-ECONOMOUS EHEEZINGISNDJWJ

-chris is a good guy bc even tho he’s pissed at economous he’s still gonna help :3

-“rematch motherfucker!!”

-GOD DAYUM

-chris just slamming him around

-“FUCK YOU!” “FUCK YOU” “FUCKER” JFNKWJF

-“you have a weird bubbly shaped body” JFKWOCKSKD

-NOOOO

-THEY SHOT JUDOMASTER

-BUTTERFLIES ARENT WHAT THEY THINK THEY SRD???

-leota shot him shit and

“i’ve never killed a man before 😰” “u still haven’t :3” JFNDJJF

-HES IN JAILLL

-so fucking

-hbbggg

-THE JAWBREAKER SONGGG AND HIMMMM

-fuck me

-fuck u emelia

-“and then it gets easier?” “no not really”

-“everytime i turn around if you is doing something fucked up” no literally murn 😭😭

-“why is everyone ‘fuck you’-ing to me today”

-“ur gullible i call out sick all the time and i’m lying” “i KNOW ur lying i jsut don’t give a fuck” STOP HARCOURT AND ECONOMOUS R BESTIESSSS

-adrian chase 😵‍💫😵‍💫🙏

-my god

-sorry

-i don’t have any thoughts on adrian’s fight scene

-except ‘gnnhghh’

-also he’s so cunty the way he smiled at them and took his glasses off and and and and

-yeah. YEAH. i want him

-chris being worried abt what everyone knows abt his dad :(

-:((((

-“thanks” “that’s it?” “no ur tits look stellar in that shirt and i’m saying that as a compliment, that’s not in a sexist way” STOP FJJWIXJWJD

-STELLAR

-king

-he’s a bong guy as well <3

-and a drinker

-he’s just like me

-NOT HIM GETTING THE BUTTERFLY HIGHHHH

-the way he’s dancing to this song 😭

-adrian still in jail :( HES OUT

-that was easy

-noooo leota ignoring her wife’s phone call :(

-ADRIANNNN

-sorry

-harcourt picked him up

-we she better not fall for him sorry

-“i think i might’ve made things worse” HES SO SAD IM GOING TO DIE SO HARD

-HE JUST WANTED TO MAKE THINGS BETTER FOR HIS BEST FRIEND FUCK OFFFFFFFF

-oh he tortured someone as a little kid :(

-:(((( NOOOO

-that was a great song to put in the background md

-glam tai

-NO I KNEW HE WAS A HUTTERFLY

-I FUCKING KNEWWWW ITTTT

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-damn I AM SO SMART

-literally after last episode when he got blown up and like was on the ground and gave harcourt a thumbs up i was like hm….soemthing is up FUCK

-ok end credits

-“and it’s offensive to me. bc i have a soul. not a duck.” BYE

OK FINAL THOUGHTS OF THIS EPISODE it is easily my fave episode so far!!!! loving the increase in adrian content bc besides me wanting to smash he is such a fun character!!! he’s very clearly neurodivergent coded and i cant wait to see him interact w the rest of the team :3

i am feeling so god damn sad for chris rn :( i hate auggie smith all my homies hate auggie smith 🗣️ i wish adrian had been able to kill him but i think it’ll be more satisfying if chris does it

loving leota per usual, very excited to see the murn butterfly arc HEHE and also harcourt is slowly worming her way into my heart i guess 🙄🙄 her and economous are so fucking funny

#s1 ep4 the choad less traveled #peacemaker 2022 #peacemaker #christopher smith #adrian chase

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Light Of My Life Jason Todd x Reader

LINK TO PT 2

Words: 2.7k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! May I have a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is a really powerful superhero from the avengers and is well known and she met Jason when she was hopping on rooftops in Gotham (for fun idk haha) and the reader feels lonely and they bond over that with Jason and they start dating and when Jason’s brothers find out they’re dating (a few months later) they freak out and say things like “YOURE DATING THEM?! How did this happen?!” Thank you!”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Ok so I took this as a new avenger I hope that’s okay :). It’s mostly selfish that I wanted to write my own badass hero for Jason to simp for... can you blame me? She’s basically a heroin Livewire for those of you that watched Supergirl. Also you really set me up for a long fic so strap in anon, you did this to yourself by giving me an amazing request! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

“You’re kidding right. Gotham? Mr. Seclusive Bat Brat’s turf? Not a chance in hell.” you groaned hearing your newest mission. “Sorry Y/H/N you’re headed to nut-case capital” your comm buzzed back and you rolled your eyes. At least it was a short trip right? Confirm with Dr. Strange exactly the newest magical item you needed to look for, find it, and get out. Maybe zap a couple villains for shits n giggles. Grabbing your motorcycle you headed out, praying for a short trip.

Arriving at your hotel you began to set up, having powers meant no bulky suit which was nice but Strange had set you up with about a million photos, books, and what looked like scrolls about a stupid helmet. Apparently all the helmet did was let the wearer float and see in the damn dark, half of the avengers could do that shit already. But when THE Dr. Strange makes a request of the Avengers, they comply.

You’d heard about a drug leader with an eye for shiny objects, and you decided to start there hoping you could really give him a show. Waiting for night to fall you headed out, appreciating the constantly terrible weather in Gotham, lightning cracked in the sky exhilarating you, taking it as a sign from your gods that they liked this mission you felt the electricity run through your veins as you sped towards the ring a friend of yours had tipped you off about. Propping your bike up on the side of the building you felt the electricity dancing through the wires of the building and you zapped into them, travelling in to the main room.

Jason just about pissed his pants. He watched this hot motorcycle chick park her (sexy ass) bike outside the drug ring he was busting that night and right when he was about to put on some Red Hood Charm™ he watched her turn into a giant spart and shoot into the building through the camera system. Realizing she was going to do his job for her he decided to watch from above, trying to figure out who the mystery meta was. As he sat perched on the top of the building he couldn’t help but hope it was Y/H/N, one of the most prominent new Avengers but what was she doing in Gotham? Regardless he sat, ready for the lightshow.

What you saw inside the building was horrific. Disgusting men were throwing cash around to take home young, terrified girls. Disregarding the mission at hand you flashed into the middle of the “show”. Immediately guns were out but that had never stopped you. Dissapaiting into one of the lights you enjoyed how some of the men shrieked at your powers. “Shit dog I think it’s Y/H/N but what’s she doin in Gotham?” never able to pass an opportunity to boast you appeared behind the group smirking “hey boys. Don’t there girls look a little young for you? That said, you should let them go or I’ll get angry. And you’d be shocked with how angry I can get - literally.” you held up a hand letting sparks dance in you palm. What you didn’t expect was to see a blundering idiot in a red mask crash through the ceiling.

Before you could light him up he called “uh hey! It’s Y/H/N right? Big fan. Red Hood pleasure to meet you. See, this is usually my territory, drugs and all, but I’d be happy to share with a lovely lady like you so-” you scoffed. “Shut up BatBrat I don’t intend on swinging minor league with you tonight, I just want these girls out of here and to talk with you” you gestured to the drug lord, annoyed this Red Batman or whatever his name is was getting in your way. “Minor leagues huh? Princess if you think this is any type of game you’re wrong, we don’t play by the rules here.” and he pulled out two guns and began firing. This shocked you. You thought the bats held the same standards as the majority of the Avengers, no killing. This clearly went down the drain as you watched him blow the brains out of the majority of the drug dealers.

Deciding this wasn’t the night for you to successfully capture the man you needed, especially because Stark would kill you if you got in a fight with another vigilante on an away mission. While Red Mask went hand to hand with the guards you helped the girls escape, shooing them towards the exit and making them promise to be safer. After securing the public’s safety you took a moment to watch Red Armour fight. He was trained you had to admit, he ducked and punched like he’d been doing in for years, he was refined in skill but reckless and practice, it was fascinating. “You gonna help or is that not in the Avenger’s handbook?” you smirked as he got pinned by a couple guards. As he was preoccupied you zapped to the drug lord, shocking him enough to put him down long enough to move him. Forming an electric rope around his limbs you began dragging him out. “Sorry RedBat I got what I came for, you make a good side kick though” with a wink you walked out, not before hearing him shout “ITS RED HOOD SPARKY”

In one of the Avenger’s safe houses you’d tied up your captive. “This is super easy buddy, all I need to know is where to find the Helmet of Razadazar” what a stupid fucking name, it doesn’t even sound cool. Knowing he’d feign innocence you prepared yourself for light, pleasure for you, not so much for him...

“You’re. Lying. Todd.” Tim’s fingers flew across the BatComputer. “Y/H/N in Gotham? EPIC!” Jason rolled his eyes. “Drake she definitely wasn’t all that amazing, plus she gave the impression she wasn’t long for Gotham so it’s probably nothing. Newbie training for the A list.” Tim sighed, Jason was probably right, the Avengers left Gotham to Batman, no one wanted a piece of it. “Alright, but you gotta tell me everything, I think she shorted all the camera footage so you better use all the detail.” Jason agreed, secretly excited to recount his experience, maybe fangirl a little. All he knew was that he was going to find you, the only game he wanted to play was chasing you.

After taking a short lecture from Captain A about aggressive torture techniques and why they should be AVOIDED you had gotten your answer. Apparently an underground auction with other-worldly treasures was the place to be. At least Gotham’s wealthy were making everything easy for you tonight.

Jason adjusted his bowtie as he waited to enter the auction. Attending as Bruce Wayne was easy, he did owe Damian a barn now, but it was a worthy pay off for Damian to endure some father-son time as a cover up while Jason played billionaire. Finding an excuse to go other than finding Y/H/N wasn’t hard either, and now here he was, hoping you’d stand out. Let’s just say fate helped a little.

Sitting at a table with your fake identity as Ms. Stark was equally as easy. Excited to be meeting Mr. Wayne the Gothamite who was seated next to you. As he sat down he looked younger than the paparazzi pictures showed. You stuck out a hand to shake and he took it gently, kissing it, to your surprise. He looked at your smirking, “looking lovely tonight Sparky” you’re jaw dropped. Mr. Wayne I had no idea Red Cap was your speed” you whispered, shocked, but slightly comforted to know you had your sidekick here.”It’s. Red. Hood. And just as you Ms. Stark, this identity is not my own.” it made sense, but it was still impressive.

Having exchanged pleasantries with the table the auction began. Item after item went, you and Hood slid in low bets to seem interested, but you wondered why he had came. Then the helmet was up. You sucked in a breath knowing the plan was to win the bid then snatch the helmet. You bid politely against someone at table 37 until it was yours. “Going once” “Going twi-” the auctioneer stopped as Mr. Wayne raised his paddle, tripling your bet. The auctioneer looked shocked at the amount, not letting you bid again before he shouted “SOLD to the sir at table 14!” For the second time that night your jaw dropped. “I need that helmet!” you whisper yelled. “That old thing? Sure princess. You just have to get dinner with me tomorrow” you realized he just spent millions and millions of dollars just to win your time. “Deal” you hissed.

Jason decided not to tell his brothers about his date. Feeling like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity he wasn’t ruining it. After hiding the helmet in the BatCave he was waiting for you at a candle lit table for two. When you walked in he knew it was love at first sight. Sitting down across from him you smirked. “You clean up nice..” he finished for you “Todd. Jason Todd.” taken aback you’d heard about him, the kid that lived, part of the Wayne family. “Well if we’re going real names Mr. Todd what do I have to lose, y/n l/n” you smiled, drinking in his appearance. He was dashing you had to admit, confident and laidback it was alluring. “Beautiful name to fit a gorgeous girl” he winked, to your shock, making you blush.

The two of you spent the night throwing snide comments, compliments, and flirtation between you. Something about Jason just clicked, it felt right. After hours at the table you and Jason went for a walk around Gotham while he showed you his most memorable spots. Somehow the two of you wound up on the top of a skyscraper staring at the stars. Finally having a person who understood the burden of heroism but wasn’t judging you for being new was refreshing. Only knowing each other for hours it felt like it had been years, confiding in each other about some of your deepest secrets. Jason was amazed with your powers, but you explained that they were hard to control, bottling electricity up in anything was difficult, batteries rotted, lightbulbs broke, and sometimes it felt like you were no different. He watched as you showed him how sparks danced across you skin and though he didn’t tell you, they’d been sizzling around you since dinner, an aura vibrating around you as you laughed, cried, and smiled with him.

“So Lightning McQueen, what do the sparks do when you’re happy?” you grimaced at another of his nicknames and explained how they crackle and pop sometimes taking on certain weather-like patterns. “Huh, well let’s see some lightning then” Jason grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest, using the other hand to lift your eyes to meet his as he leaned in. You sped up the process, hands wrapping around his neck, crashing his lips on yours. He was right, lightning struck across the sky as sparks danced between the two of you. Pulling away he grinned as he breathlessly looked at you. “Beautiful” You pulled him in for more, deciding maybe Gotham wasn’t so bad if he was here.

“Why does Y/H/N always get the Gotham missions?” Peter Parker groaned. “Well seeing as she practically lives there it’s easy” the rest of the gang retorted as you blushed. “I guess I just really like the weather” you grinned while everyone rolled their eyes knowing the reason Gotham was having more lightning than ever was no coincidence.

“Honey I’m homeeeeee” you squealed as you zapped into your kitchen. Jason had learned not to be alarmed when you appeared out of thin air and he opened his arms as you fell into his embrace. “Hello to my favorite double A” he grinned when you gave him a zap, he knew you loved all his nicknames. He pulled you out of his embrace looking you dead in the eyes. “Sparky it’s time you meet my family, you know Tim is going to kill me for hiding you” You were so excited, timing never aligned or one of you was injured or not on Earth but finally, it was time to meet the family.

You’d snuck into the manor before, but everytime it seemed to get bigger. Jason squeezed your hand warning you about how annoying his family was. As you entered you took in everything. The cutest little boy was chasing a grown man with a sword, a teenage boy sat on a kitchen cupboard shotgunning an energy drink, all while a nice elderly man chopped carrots calmly in the kitchen. Breaking the silence you began to name each boy “Uh hi guys! I’m y/n you probably know me as Y/H/N but I’m so excited to be here! I’m guessing Damian, Dick, Tim, and the wonderful Alfred!” all the boys froze. Alfred smiled and continued chopping. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Tim jumped off the cupboard wide eyed staring at you. “Todd how do you know her?” Dick looked at you, shocked to see an Avenger not in costume next to his brother.

“Actually guys I’ve known Y/N for a while, remember Tim that night? We’ve kept in touch since and I’m lucky enough to be her boyfriend!” Jason kissed you on the cheek and immediately Tim passed out. As Dick poured water on the teen Damian walked up to you and you bent down to look him eye to eye. “Prove you’re Y/H/N because I don’t believe Todd could pull a famous hero like Y/H/N” Jason started “No y/n it’s fine” but you wanted to make a good impression so you zapped into the light fixture, counted to 5, then appeared on the cupboard Tim had been on, only to zap back nex tot Jason. “TT I’m impressed Todd. Y/n let me say I’m impressed with your recent activity with the Avengers. I know what it is like to be surrounded by older, entitled idiots.” Damian stuck out a tiny hand and you shook it, making sure to give him a little shock.

Having woken up Tim began rapid fire questions. “So Todd lied you’re here? And you like him? Can I just say you’re so cool. Would you let me run some tests on your powers? What’s the biggest lightshow you’ve done? What is spiderman like? I feel like I’m quicker than him but I don’t know. Do you love Jason?” you tried to take in all the questions. “Yes I’m here, yes, thank you, sure I guess, biggest was cracking a small moon in half - don’t asl I was mad, spidey is cool kind of a dweeb but, he’s pretty quick but I haven’t seen you, and yes I do love Jason” you took a deep breath. Jason smiled at you, glad you could keep up with Tim’s q & a. Suddenly Tim grabbed Dick’s arm and started running to the BatCave, “okay y/n I’m gonna go set up some tests come down in a minute. Todd you lucky asshole you bring her down in five okay?” before you could reply he was gone.

Taking a deep breath Jason wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so glad you can deal with them, but if Drake gets really bad knock him out cold” you chuckled, knowing that dealing with the Wayne’s was more difficult for Jason than it was for you. “Anything for you babe” you grinned. “Always the light of my life y/n” you rolled your eyes knowing the jokes would never stop, one of the many reasons you loved Red Hood with all your heart.

haha I never do A/N but do y’all get the pun in the title hehehehe wow I need to go to bed. Also check out the pun in my masterlist lolz. Now, dear reader, that you read this post we have an inside joke together hehe... love you! xoxo

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goddess-of-geeks · 4 years

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Grace and Power pt. 2

First Encounter

A/N: Kinda gave up halfway when writing this fic, but then i didn’t

Warnings: None, or something if you squint, idk.

Word count: 1228

Pt. 1

You were in your uncles training room wielding a katana. Different types of swords and daggers coated the walls surrounding you.

You stood in a ready stance as your uncle was located in front of you holding knives of different shapes and sizes.

You and your uncle locked eyes before you nodded your head giving him the “good to go.”

With a flick of his wrist your uncle threw a single knife at you.

You quickly blocked it with the sword, you focused your eyes where the knife hit the sword and smirked.

Your uncle released three knives this time. You dodged the first two and blocked the third one.

You turned your head at the sound of the two other knives embedding themselves in the wall behind you.

“Focus!” Your uncle snapped.

You turned to face him just in time as a knife was aimed straight towards your face.

You bent your knees and leaned backwards.

As if in slow motion you saw the knife cut a few centimeters of straw aways of your hair.

You crunched your core and pulled yourself into a kneeling position.

Your uncle threw two knives this time in a sweeping motion you used your katana to knock them out of the air.

You quickly stood up and ran towards your uncle dodging and weaving the knives he threw at you.

When your uncle noticed your close proximity, he quickly unsheathed his sword.

He raised his blade and struck it down on you.

You parried his attack right on time. Your faces were mere inches from one another.

You used a special move your uncle taught you to disarm him.

His sword fell to the wooden floor.

Your uncle looked down at his empty hand shocked at your ability.

You placed the tip of your sword at your uncles’ adams apple.

You noticed utmost delight and a small trace of fear in his eyes.

You lowered your sword and bowed to your uncle. Your uncle followed suit.

“You're getting better Y/N.” Your uncle praised you as you two straightened yourselves. You gave him a toothy grin.

There was a clapping sound near the door and you and your uncle turned.

There stood your uncle’s friend and butler Fat, a young boy and girl wearing Fire Nation noble clothing, and the Prince and Princess of the Fire Nation.

The boy seemed shocked at your daring display of swordsmanship, whilst the girl seemed pleased with your abilities

“Master Piandoa,” The Prince spoke up referring to your uncle. “I have come here today to ask you to train my son Zuko in swordsmanship.”

The boy, who you assumed was Zuko, stepped forward and bowed.

Your Uncle bowed down in respect, “It would be an honor to teach your son, Prince Ozai.”

“Wonderful.” The prince said. “Why don’t we discuss payment and scheduling in a more secluded area, shall we?” The prince asked your uncle.

As your uncle, Fat, and the older couple left the room you placed your katana in it’s sheath before placing it on the table where many throwing knives were splayed out.

There was a couple seconds of awkward silence and nervous glances before the girl spoke up.

“That was pretty impressive,'' she said. You noticed a small shade of pink dusting her features.

“Thank you.” You said bowing your head.

“So… What are your names.” You asked the two, even though you already knew the boys.

“My name is Azula and this is my brother Zuzu.” The girl, who you now know is Azula, spoke up.

You saw the boy, Zuko, cringe at the use of his nickname.

“Azula I’ve told you not to call me that.” He said.

You giggled and turned to the boy, “What type of blade were you hoping to train with?” You questioned Zuko.

Zuko looked down at his feet and brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck. A very visible blush coated his cheeks.

“I don't actually know the different types.” He admitted.

Azula rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

You're pretty sure you heard her mutter something about Zuko being pathetic, but you brushed it off as usual sibling rivalry.

You turned around and motioned for the royal siblings to follow you.

“It’s quite alright that you don't know the different types of blades.” You reassured the boy.

“Lucky for you really.” You said walking towards the far end of the room. The royal siblings matching your quick pace.

You stood in front of one of the walls, the one with knives embedded into it to be exact.

You pulled the knives out of the wall and turned to face the siblings. You let the blades sit in your palm and lifted your hand so it was at level with your shoulders.

“These knives are called Kunai.”

You picked the smaller knife from your hand.

“There are two widely recognized types of Kunai.”

You spun the smaller of the two knives on your finger before throwing it up and catching it at its hilt.

“This knife is called the ‘short Kunai’ you could probably guess why.”

The siblings nodded along to what you were saying to show their attentiveness.

You laid the knife on your palm and picked up the larger of the two.

“You would think this knife is called a ‘tall Kunai’ but it’s not.” You said, “ it is referred to as a ‘large kunai’ . I've always been curious about their difference in names.”

“Can you show us something with the Knives!” Azula asked eagerly.

“I would love to!” You said matching her excitement.

“Zuko, could you stand with your back against this wall please?” You asked the prince with an innocent smile.

The prince turned to you with narrowed eyes.

“Why? What are you going to do?” He asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

“Something cool that's all.” you shrugged.

Zuko reluctantly stood with his back to the wall.You ushered Azula to follow you towards the middle of the room.

You faced the prince with the short kunai in your hands. You narrowed your eyes to get the perfect aim.

You brought your arm back, and threw the knife.

Zuko ducked down with his hands over his head before the knife embedded itself into your wall.

You heard Azula groan next to you.

“Good job Zuzu, you always ruin the fun.” She complained.

“No I didn’t!” He shouted back. He brought up his hand and pointed his fingers at you “She almost killed me!”

“No I didn't.” You said in defense to yourself. You walked towards Zuko. He was still crouching on the ground.

“Stand up.” You told the prince.

He eyed you wearily before doing as you told.

When Zuko reached his full height, it was noticeable how the knife was only a couple of centimeters over the top of his ponytail..

“See.” You pointed out to the prince. “If you stood upright the whole time. I would've only cut off a few strands.”

Zuko turned away from you in a huff. He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin up high.

“Geez Zuko, you're such a wimp.” Azula told her brother.

You and Azula shared a glance with one another before bursting into a fit of giggles.

You knew you would have great times with these two.

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sparrow-flies-south · 3 years

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Ten Things Chapter 10

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairings: Anxceit, Royality Intrulogical Summary: Ten Things I Hate About You AU When Roman Prince learns that Patton Foster isn’t allowed to date until his older brother, Virgil, is, Roman is crushed. Roman’s twin brother Remus, however, comes up with a plan: find someone who is willing to date Virgil. And who better to ask than Janus Verona, who according to rumours is willing to do anything for the right price? Taglist (ask to be added): @glitchybina @imlikeaghostzombiejesus @someone-idk-is-here @anxiety-ismy-name @what-aboutno @ellietempest @northlight14

That’s right, I’m back! Been a while, I know, but I really want to push on and finish this! Aiming for fortnightly updates for now.

AO3 Link - Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine

“I’m doing your makeup,” Patton announced, when Virgil came out of his room.

He’d just finished getting ready for the dance – black suit pants, a purple shirt, and in theory a black suit jacket, though he was currently wearing his hoodie. It was still half an hour before Virgil had to leave to go to the dance – he and Janus had decided to meet at the school - but Virgil hadn’t wanted to end up late.

He didn’t want to end up early either, because then he’d be stuck waiting around for Janus by himself.

“Who says I’m wearing makeup?” Virgil asked.

Patton just rolled his eyes, and walked past him into his room. Virgil sighed and sat down on his bed, while Patton starting browsing through Virgil’s eyeshadow supplies. It was… limited, to say the least. He only ever wore black eyeshadow, but he had another pallet that he’d brought once on a whim, but had never plucked up the courage to use.

So it wasn’t really much of a surprise that Patton turned around holding that pallet.

“Are you sure?” Virgil asked.

“It’ll look good, I promise,” Patton reassured him.

Virgil tilted his head so Patton could get a better look and closed his eyes. The brush – something his father had given him after being horrified to learn Virgil was using those disposable applicators – tickled against his skin.

“Nervous?” Patton asked.

“Who, me? Nervous about something? Never,” Virgil replied.

Patton hummed. “You shouldn’t be. This will be fun!”

“Sure,” Virgil said. He lasted about five seconds before adding, “Unless Janus sees me and regrets everything and decides to break up with me.”

“Virgil.”

“It could happen,” Virgil protested.

“Then Janus is an idiot,” Patton said. “If he decided to take you to the dance, why would he back out now?”

“I know,” Virgil said. “I know that’s not going to happen. I just-” he trailed off, not sure what else to say.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Patton asked quietly.

Patton was done with the eyeshadow now, but Virgil still kept his eyes closed. “I like him so much it terrifies me,” Virgil admitted. “I think I might be in love with him.”

“That doesn’t sound very scary,” Patton said.

“It’s scary that I might lose him.”

“You might not,” Patton pointed out. “And even if you do, you’ll still have been happy now. Open your eyes.”

Virgil did so. Patton was holding a mirror up for Virgil to look in. Instead of the usual black smears under his eyes, Patton had used purple glittery eyeshadow.

“Do you like it?” Patton asked.

“I think so,” Virgil said. He tilted his head to get a better look. “What about you? What are you going to wear?”

Patton chewed the inside of his lip. “I, uh, I don’t know yet.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Pat, you’re leaving in like half an hour.”

“I know. I have something, but I’m not sure if I should wear it.”

“I mean, how bad could it be?” When Patton didn’t answer, Virgil added, “Okay, how about this: You go put whatever it is on, and I’ll tell you if wearing it will be social suicide.”

Patton managed a small smile, but he still didn’t look certain. “Right. Thanks, Virgil.”

Patton scurried out of his room, almost running into Remy, who was on his way in.

“So,” Remy said. “You’re going to the dance.”

“Yeah,” Virgil said.

“With Janus.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t like him.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Nobody likes him.”

“You do,” Remy pointed out, and Virgil didn’t say anything because yeah, he really fucking liked Janus.

“You did say I could date who I wanted,” Virgil said, slightly defensive.

“I did,” Remy admitted. “And you’re a smart kid. So long as he’s not a dick to you, I guess I’ll just have to live with it.”

“Right,” Virgil said, and then, because he had no idea what else he was supposed to say in a situation like this, “Thanks.”

Remy looked like he was about to say something else, when Patton appeared in the doorway.

Virgil hadn’t known what to expect from Patton’s outfit – he was fairly certain most guys would be just wearing suits. He figured Patton was probably just feeling self-conscious – even if that was usually Virgil’s thing.

Instead, Patton was wearing a blue, floor-length dress, with a blue pashmina wrap around his arms.

“Wow,” Remy said. “Patton, you look amazing.”

Patton ducked his head. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. You- fuck, you’re all grown up.”

Patton grinned, and then turned to Virgil. “Virgil? What do you think?”

And Virgil – Virgil wasn’t sure. The dress looked good on Patton, there was no denying that, but, well, it was still a dress. And while their school was fairly progressive, Virgil knew first hand that it had its fair share of assholes. It was a risk, and every part of Virgil was hardwired for avoiding risks.

Patton noticed Virgil’s hesitation, and the smile slipped off his face. Crap, now Virgil knew he’d messed up.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Virgil hurried to explain. “It’s just – it makes you stand out. And that can get you hurt.”

“It can,” Patton said. “But maybe some risks are worth taking.”

“And some risks aren’t. Sometimes the best thing to do is to play it safe.”

“But not always,” Patton countered. “And I trust the dress.”

“But does the dress deserve that trust, if it’s already hurt you before?”

“That wasn’t the dress’s fault. The dress was just trying to help.”

“Okay,” Remy interrupted. “Virgil, Patton, my sons, the lights of my life, the only things in this world I love more than coffee, I am begging you, please stop pretending you’re talking about formalwear here.”

Virgil grimaced, and looked at Patton.

“Janus could hurt you,” Patton pointed out.

“That’s different.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not you,” Virgil said. “It’s- I’m supposed to keep you safe.”

“But you can’t, not completely. The world doesn’t work like that. There’s always a risk of being hurt, so why shouldn’t I take a risk of being happy first?”

Virgil sighed, and slumped his shoulders. “I still don’t like him. Or trust him. But I guess I can learn to… tolerate him. And I am happy for you.”

Patton smiled. “I’m happy for you, too. Really, I am.”

“Great, glad that’s cleared up,” Remy said. “Now, speaking of staying safe, I know you’re young and have all sorts of feelings, so: whatever you do, make sure you use protection.”

“Oh, God,” Virgil muttered. “I can’t deal with this.”

“Dad!” Patton squeaked. “I’m not planning on doing anything like that.”

Before Remy could answer, there was a knock at the door, saving all three of them.

“That’s Roman!” Patton cried. He ran his hands over his skirt. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He’ll love it, Pat,” Virgil said.

Patton grinned, and hurried to the door. He hesitated a moment, and straightened out his dress. It was fine, Virgil had said it would be fine, and Roman was the only one who’s opinion he cared about, anyway. He took a deep breath, and flung open the door.

Roman’s eyes widened as soon as he saw Patton. He himself was – well, he was wearing a red ball gown, with a white jacket over it.

“Hi,” Patton said, feeling better about his own dress.

But Roman didn’t answer, instead, he just kept staring at Patton.

Patton fidgeted at his skirt nervously. “Is something wrong? If you don’t like it, I can go change-”

“No,” Roman cried, a little too loud. “No, I mean, it’s- wow.” Roman grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. You look amazing, Patton.”

Patton felt his cheeks heat up. “Oh, it’s nothing, I just saw it in the shop and thought ‘hey, that looks really cool’, you know? You look really good too. I mean, you probably look any better than me. Not that’s it a competition or anything, but- I’m going to stop talking now.”

Roman laughed, but it was the fond kind of laugh, like they were both in on the joke. He held out one arm. “Well, Mr Foster, will you accompany me to the dance?”

Patton giggled and took the arm. “Why yes, Mr Prince, I think I will.”

Janus was about half a second away from snapping and leaving.

Students and their dates filtered in around him, crossing the parking lot where he was waiting on their way to the school gym. He saw Roman and Patton go by, both wearing dresses, and Roman shot Janus a smug look that Janus refused to think about.

And here Janus was, waiting for his date to arrive for a dance. At school.

Janus was rather certain that this would end up being a disaster, somehow.

A familiar car pulled up and Janus straightened. Virgil looked uncomfortable as he got out, though as soon as he saw Janus, he froze and stared. Janus went still, wondering what it was Virgil was staring at, if he really looked that terrible. He forced himself to not let it show on his face, to stroll over as if he had no concern in the world.

“Something wrong?” Janus asked, trying to keep his voice light.

Virgil blinked, and seemed to come back into himself. “You, uh, you look really good,” he admitted, and Janus was certain Virgil was blushing under his foundation.

Oh. Janus hadn’t expected that. He’d been told he looked handsome, of course, but not since the accident. He’d considered wearing makeup to cover it up and eventually decided against it. What would the point be, when everyone already knew what he looked like?

“Oh,” Janus said. “Thank you.” Virgil’s eyeshadow was different today, purple instead of the usual black. “You look good, too.”

They’d ended up coordinating by accident, as Virgil’s suit had a purple shirt, while Janus’ had a yellow one. Though while Virgil had left it at that, Janus had gone further, adding a bow tie, a bowler hat and a pair of yellow gloves to the outfit, because if Janus was here, he was going to make sure everyone knew about it.

“Right,” Virgil said, not sounding convinced, though he still smiled at the complement. Janus chalked that up as a win.

“Shall we?” Janus asked, gesturing to the school. Virgil nodded and they both walked inside together.

Inside, the gym was packed with people. Most were dancing, though there were some sat in the chairs dotted around the edge of the room and talking. How they were able to hear themselves over the blaring of the music – some pop song that Janus didn’t care to identify – was a mystery. On the opposite side of the hall to the entrance was a make-shift bar serving mocktails, which already had a cluster of people surrounding it.

Virgil stopped in the entrance, and Janus stopped next to him. He reached out and grabbed Janus’ hand, tight. Janus watched his face, so he’d be able to tell if he needed to drag Virgil somewhere quieter, but after a moment, Virgil nodded and said, “Okay, let’s go.”

They moved further into the gym, so they were out of the way of the entrance.

“Shall we dance?” Janus suggested.

He wasn’t expecting Virgil to agree, not yet. He imagined Virgil would need a while to acclimatise first, like a swimmer getting into a cold pool. But Virgil surprised him by straightening his shoulders and nodding.

It was Virgil that led the way onto the dance floor. And Janus was struck by the horrifying realisation that he didn’t know how to dance.

He’d learned to dance as a kid, back when his parents still liked to trot him out at parties, but that had been formal dances. He barely ever went to house parties, and when he did, he’d never danced at them. So far, he’d managed to avoid the issue with Virgil.

“You okay?” Virgil asked – or rather, Janus guessed that Virgil was asking that by his lips, he couldn’t actually hear him over the music.

“I can’t dance,” Janus admitted, having to shout embarrassingly loud to be heard.

Virgil’s eyes widened and he smiled, though it wasn’t mocking. He took Janus’ hands and began to move.

“Just- do what feels right,” Virgil said.

That didn’t sound right, compared to all the rules from childhood, but he followed Virgil’s lead. It felt awkward at first, but as the songs changed, he began to get into it. As it turned out, his parent’s lessons had actually left him with a good sense of rhythm.

Virgil laughed as Janus spun him, and then the music changed, from the poppy nonsense to a slower song. This was closer to what Janus was used to, and he took advantage of that whole-heartedly, pulling Virgil closer to him and beginning to slow dance.

That close to each other, and with Virgil staring into his eyes, Janus couldn’t stop himself from leaning forwards and kissing him. Virgil returned the kiss, but as soon as they were done, he pulled away, and led Janus to the side of the room.

“Are you okay?” Janus asked.

“Fine,” Virgil said. “I just need a minute.”

Janus nodded, and scanned the room for a quite spot. He found one, and led Virgil over to it.

“Do you need anything?” Janus asked.

Virgil shrugged, and then said, “Maybe a drink?”

Janus nodded. “Wait here,” he said, and crossed the room to the bar, which was currently crowded. A well timed glare was enough to drive a few people away, but still more didn’t seem to notice him.

Back by the wall, Virgil watched Janus, then looked around the room. He spotted Patton, dancing with Roman. They looked lost in each other, but somehow, Patton noticed him and waved. Virgil smiled and gave a two fingered salute back. Roman followed Patton’s gaze and looked over. His face seemed to freeze when he saw Virgil, and Virgil had to fight not to laugh at it.

Roman did manage an awkward nod, though, and Virgil returned it, and then Patton pulled Roman’s attention away and said something to him, and they were lost in the crowd of dancers again.

He didn’t notice Luc until Luc was right beside him. Virgil scowled.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I need to talk to you,” Luc said.

“Cool,” Virgil said flatly, and he started walking away. Luc grabbed Virgil’s arm. Virgil glared at him. “Let go of me.”

Luc sneered. “You think you’re such hot shit with your boyfriend, don’t you?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “I’m not the one who spends all my time mad about something that happened years ago.”

Luc’s face darkened. “You really think you’re better than me,” he said. “You don’t even know how pathetic you are. It really was only Janus Verona who was willing to date you.”

Virgil tensed. “Whatever you’re talking about, I don’t care,” he said.

“What do you think Roman did to convince him?” Luc asked. “I’d guess money, but Roman didn’t even seem to think you were worth that.”

“What are you talking about?” Virgil asked.

Luc laughed. “You think Janus just happened to fall head over heels with you? Roman was running around the whole school looking for someone he could convince to date you. Something about wanting to date your brother.”

Virgil went cold. New rule, his father had said, weeks ago. Patton can date when Virgil does.

Luc was full of shit, but there were only a handful of people who knew about that rule. Virgil and Patton, of course, and Logan was also a given, but he wouldn’t have said anything to Luc. Roman would probably know, too. And it was the Monday after that Janus had first spoken to him, had first taken an interest.

He’d later said he’d been impressed by what Virgil had said in English, but the first time they’d spoken had been before that English class. And now that he thought about it, Virgil realised that Janus had never explained it. He hadn’t explained a lot of things, for that matter.

“Is there a problem?” Janus’ smooth voice cut in, and Virgil flinched. Janus had returned, carrying two cups, and he was glaring at Luc.

“Probably,” Luc said, before turning and disappearing. Virgil barely noticed him go. Something very loud was thundering in his ears.

“Hey,” Janus said. “What’s wrong? What did he say?”

“Why did you ask me out?” Virgil asked.

“What?”

“You never spoke to me. I don’t think you even noticed me, and then suddenly you asked me out. Why?”

Janus’ face shuttered. “What did Luc say?” he asked, and well, that just about proved everything, didn’t it?

“No ulterior motive, huh?” Virgil said flatly, and he started walking away.

He couldn’t be here, couldn’t be with Janus, couldn’t be in this hall. He needed to get out, get away, to somewhere this all made sense.

“Virgil, wait,” Janus said, following. Virgil pushed his way out of the doors of the gym, into the now empty corridor outside. A few seconds later, Janus followed.

“Tell me he was wrong about the money,” Virgil said, because if so then maybe-

But Janus froze, and for a liar he was very bad at hiding his facial expressions.

“Oh,” Virgil said.

“Virgil-” Janus tried.

Virgil laughed shakily. “I knew something was up. What was it, half up front, and half when I slept with you?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Janus said. “I didn’t care about the money, I only cared about you.”

And Virgil really, really wanted to believe that, to believe that everything could be okay. But Virgil couldn’t trust Janus, not now. He shook his head and stepped away from him.

“Virgil, please.”

“Don’t,” Virgil snarled. “Just- get the fuck out of my life, okay?”

He turned and stormed away before Janus could say anything else, before Janus could keep lying, the way he had been lying the whole time they’d known each other.

Virgil should have known.

Should have known better than to trust someone like Janus. Should have known better than to think anyone would be interested in him.

This time, he managed to make it all the way out of the school before someone else called his name.

“Virgil!” Patton.

Virgil kept walking, not in the mood to see anyone, but apparently that wasn’t enough to stop Patton. He caught up to Virgil and grabbed his arm. Virgil pulled his arm away, but stopped walking.

“What happened?” Patton asked, concern etched onto his face. “You seemed so happy, and then you were storming away.” Virgil didn’t respond, so Patton kept trying. “I saw Janus. He seemed upset. Did- did you get into a fight?”

A fight was one way to put it. God, he’d been so stupid.

And if Janus and Roman had been conspiring together, who else had?

Luc had said that Roman was the one responsible, but the whole thing had helped Patton, too. And Patton had seemed so upset when Remy had told them they weren’t able to date.

Patton had been the one to ask Virgil to go to the party, because he’d been able to see Roman there. And then Virgil and Janus had spent the whole time together.

“Did you know?” Virgil asked, horror growing within him.

“Know what?”

“About Janus. About Roman, and what they-“ Virgil shook his head. “Were you- were you laughing behind my back this whole time?”

“Virgil, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Look, why don’t you come inside, okay? You can tell me what happened.”

Virgil shook his head. “Stop,” he snapped. “Just- leave me alone, okay? This is all your fault.”

He turned and walked away, leaving Patton alone. Tears were pricking at his eyes, but he couldn’t let himself cry, not yet. He made it to his car, and it was as if something else was controlling him as he got in, started the car, and began to drive home.

He glanced back in the rear-view mirror before leaving the parking lot, just in case someone was still out there, trying to talk to him.

But no one was, and so Virgil drove into the night alone.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #tss virgil #virgil sanders #tss janus #janus sanders #tss patton #patton sanders #tss roman #roman sanders #royality #anxceit #My fic #ten things

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wordsablaze · 4 years

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3. it steals all my reason

your beauty hides the pain Lost on the mountain, Jaskier accidentally angers a mage who decides to curse Yennefer with his company and for once, it might actually be a blessing in disguise…

A/N: idk who canon is anymore but yen and jas are fun ^.^ @random-nerd-3 x

previous chapter

Jaskier wakes to someone pulling him upright.

He blindly reaches for and pulls his lute case to his chest, letting himself be none too gently guided until the walls of what he hadn’t noticed is a tent are replaced by trees.

“What…?” he starts, only to trail off as said tent bursts into flames.

“You just cost me a room, bard,” Yennefer mutters, irritation dripping from her words.

Jaskier blinks, staring at her in confusion. “How exactly am I in any way responsible for your tent room thing deciding to set itself on fire?”

Yennefer shakes her head impatiently as she brushes practically non-existent dust from her dress. “You were covered in unnatural ash when you got here, it was a delayed spell.”

“Not my fault you didn’t sense it,” he scoffs, slinging his lute over a shoulder.

She glares at him. “I was a little distracted by your idiot self getting us cursed and bound together.”

Shifting awkwardly under her pointed gaze, Jaskier shrugs and offers her his best sheepish smile. “I did try telling her you and Geralt were better suited but she pretty much ignored everything I-”

“You did what?” Yennefer interrupts, her glare turning into some of the most deadly glowering Jaskier has ever had the misfortune of experiencing as she steps towards him.

He steps back automatically.

“You saw my memories, didn’t you? She said she could smell you or something and I tried to tell her that it was impossible because I’d been wandering around a mountain all day and the only person who could even possibly smell like you is Geralt because the two of you shared a tent before the whole- woah!”

The ground disappears beneath his feet as he’s thrown back into the air and all he can think to do is twist so that he lands on his side rather than his lute case.

Which he does.

Only to gasp as pain spikes up in his very bones again, every inch of his skin feeling as though it’s been set ablaze much like Yennefer’s tent.

Cursing internally, he picks himself up and stumbles back to Yennefer, who somehow looks elegant even as she sits slumped on the slightly dead grass with a pained grimace on her face.

“Maybe don’t do that again,” Jaskier suggests breathlessly.

Yennefer rolls her eyes but nods. “It seems we can’t be very far apart, bard.”

“How romantic,” he mutters, tightening his grips on the strap across his shoulder as he exhales softly, the pain melting away again.

They don’t move for a while, not until the tent is nothing but ashes.

Once the smoke clears as if there’d never been a fire in the first place, Jaskier turns to Yennefer. “So, where are you headed?”

She rises to her feet and frowns down at him. “Aren’t you meant to be trailing your precious white wolf like a lost puppy?”

Jaskier flinches. “He’s not mine. He never was and he never will be.”

And he’d been stupid to think otherwise because look where it had gotten him: stuck with the mage who’d stolen Geralt’s heart within the blink of an eye. He wants to pretend he’s not bitter about it but…

“I take it you had an argument then?” Yennefer asks, having the audacity to sound bored as he struggles with his recent heartbreak.

But he couldn’t care less about being mocked. “Not so much an argument as a swift farewell,” he ends up saying, almost wincing at himself for sounding so forlorn.

Yennefer gives him a strange look that he can’t quite decipher, something like disbelief and pity and anger rolled into one. But she says nothing so he doesn’t think much of it, pushing himself to his feet again and replacing his frown with a grin.

“So, once again, where does the merciless Yennefer plan to target next?”

He only grins wider when sparks crackle at her fingertips before she sighs loudly. “I should probably go and explain that moron’s death.”

They both know which moron she’s referring to and although Jaskier doesn’t find him particularly worthy of being honoured or anything, he can’t really argue with her. In fact, he doesn’t think to question anything about their plan until they arrive in a town he only dimly recognises as one he was kicked out of for sleeping with both of the blacksmith’s children.

(Not that he knew they were both his but that probably wouldn't have changed his mind anyway.)

“Uh, Yennefer? You should probably know that-”

“If you’re about to tell me there’s someone here who wants to kill you, I don’t care,” she interjects, starting to walk faster.

Jaskier just sighs and ducks his head, wishing for one that he wasn’t wearing something so beautifully made.

But they make it to the Lord’s house with no vengeful interruptions, where the central guard at the door raises a judgemental eye at them. “Lady Yennefer, and…?”

Yennefer sighs. “He’s with me, unfortunately. Won’t you let us in?”

Against every one of his urges, Jaskier stays silent and only smiles brightly at the guards once they’re let inside, starting to follow Yennefer only to be roughly yanked backwards.

“I know who you are and if you weren’t with her, I’d have gutted you on the spot,” one of the guards hisses under his breath, and Jaskier isn’t sure if he should be more concerned about that or the prickling sensation of starting to be too far from Yennefer.

“I’m terribly sorry if I remind you of anyone but I really haven’t had the pleasure of visiting your lovely town before. And I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding so-”

“Unhand him or lose the hand,” Yennefer says coolly from where she’s now glaring back at them, her voice somehow crystal clear despite the distance.

The guard spits at him before reluctantly letting go, turning back his post.

Jaskier suppresses his flinch as he wipes it away and exhales softly, speeding up so he can fall into stride with Yennefer again. “I thought you said you didn’t care?” he teases.

She hums. “I don’t. I just don’t care for you getting me into any more trouble, it’s bad enough that you’re here at all.”

Ouch.

He wants to think she only means to match his teasing but he can’t help that her comments always know how to sting in the worst way and all he can do is try his best not to let it show lest she use it against him in future.

“It’s not like I chose to accompany an arrogant coward from a terrible town up a mountain,” he snaps back.

They don’t get to say anything else because a Lord greets them at the door, welcoming Yennefer and sighing at the sight of Jaskier instead of his son. “I take it the quest wasn’t successful?”

“No, it wasn’t. I will, however, be taking payment regardless.”

The Lord nods quickly. “Of course, as promised. It’s just that the payment you requested has yet to be delivered. If you could stay just one night…?”

Jaskier tenses but Yennefer nods slowly. “One night, and then I take your blood instead. Noble blood does so well in potions.”

Never has anyone so quickly offered up their best spare rooms.

Said rooms happen to be across an opulently wide hallway.

“Yenn-”

“Not a word. Endure for two minutes, bard,” Yennefer mutters, letting the servants guide them to the two separate rooms.

Jaskier digs his nails into his palms as he thanks the girl whose curiosity regarding his lute he’d otherwise have loved to feed, waiting until she’s retreated fully before sliding down the door with a quiet gasp.

True to her word, Yennefer yanks him through a portal after just under two minutes.

Gagging at the wave of nausea that hits him, he waits until the room isn’t spinning before offering up a weak smile of gratitude.

“I’ll portal you back when we’re invited for dinner,” she tells him, settling on the bed.

“Sure. What kind of payment did you demand?”

She smiles mysteriously. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Jaskier shrugs off his lute and leans on the wall, stretching his feet out and trying not to laugh at the absurdity of his life. “Not really, darling, but I’m sure your malicious tale will distract from the after-effects of a portal.”

“I am not here to be a distraction for the likes of you,” Yennefer all but snarls.

After that, the two of them lapse into silence until the tension in the room builds to a palpable level at which point Jaskier pulls out his lute and starts idly strumming.

To his mild surprise, Yennefer doesn’t even bat an eye. But then again, she might be magically tuning him out because if she doesn’t care for him, she certainly won’t care for his music, no matter how beautiful it is.

Jaskier sighs at the thought, wondering how he’s meant to play for a receptive audience if he can’t convince Yennefer to enter a tavern. There’s also the small issue of finding an audience that can be receptive without him having to play Toss a Coin and suffer through the memories it brings back.

But those are inevitable concerns for another time, he decides, closing his eyes and absently letting his fingers dance across the strings as they please.

He just hopes they’re both invited to eat.

i’d say i promise to increase the pace next time so it’s more interesting but i can’t seem to rush these two...

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amazingspiderfan110 · 5 years

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There’s no place like home

No ones pov

It was only a week but everyone knew spider-man was gone.

Dewey couldn’t believe it, he lost his girlfriend, his best friend, his brother, his father, and his mother. At least that’s what he thought on the last one (this next part is going to parody the deleted tasm 2 ending)Dewey was standing by webbys grave, and Behind dewey, was Della Duck, back from defeating a cosmic army after her children, and the stones.

“Dewey” Said Della

Dewey turned around

“I don’t want to frighten you”Said Della,”*sight*

Della starts to walk towards Dewey

“Stay there, stay right there, don’t move” said dewey

“But I’d like to tell you a few things if that’s alright, i know this is impossible to understand Dewy, i thought i knew what to say but i don’t, I don’t know what to say to you except I’m sorry, I’ts me, I’s me Dewey I’m Sorry”

Dewey’s POV

I couldn’t believe what im seeing, my mom, no she is dead like my father. This is all a very mean prank

“You’re not my mother”

“I am your mother Dewey, now why dont you just listen to-”

“My MoThEr Is DeAD”

“Dewey listen to me”

ShE’s DeAd, WHO ARE YOU!”

“I had to disappear and I’m sorry understand that I had disappear to keep you saf- to keep you safe Like wha-”

“WHAT SAY IT, SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SAY, WHERE YOU BEEN, your dead”

I screamed at her, with my eyes filling with tears, why would she leave me, why wouldn’t she want to be with me until now.

“I had to die to keep you alive, I had to disappear to keep you safe, listen listen to me, I had to disappear to keep my mistakes from catching up with you, I had to stay away to keep certain people from hurting you, do you understand What im saying, there was no other way to keep you safe, im so sorry”

I ran into my mothers arms, for the first time. I get to hug my mother. And then I start crying.we were walking and Talking, And that was when I decided to ask my mom an important question.

“why now, why’d you come back now?”

“Your father knew there would come a time in you life when you would need us more than anyone else, before he died, I promised that I’d be there for you no matter what, and that time came……..I know what its like to lose everything you love, now we both speak for the dead, if you lose hope, the the glomgolds of the world really have won, then your father would have died for nothing, Webby would have died for nothing, I can’t come to terms with the world like that”

“I dont know……..I dont Know how to go on without her”

“you don’t, take her with you,…..I’m not the same duck i used to be, i used to be arrogant enough to believe that it was my destiny to save people at one point, but after everything i did, to hide my discoveries, only you and your brothers were able to find it, and i realize now maybe it wasn’t my destiny to save anything, its yours, with great power, comes great responsibility, i love you son”

This scene goes with this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3Ifhzsa4L4, Ill tell you when to stop the song (specifically at 4:22) I thought it would complete this scene

I went back to the Mansion. Della said she would be there later. I walked in my room, and i went through a few pictures of me and webby. I need to find a way to bring her back. I played webbys speech from school. It was amazing, And I learned i was supposed to stand for hope, this is my destiny, i cant quit, i am dewford duck, nephew of scrooge mcduck, son of James and Della duck, and as i look at my lenses, i know that the world needs spiderman.

No ones pov

It was chaos, there was a man in a mechanized suit of armor. And he was on a rampage through duckberg.

The police tried shooting at him, but he was loaded with machine guns.”I AM THE RHINO” Screamed the beagle boy that tried to ambush spider man from part 1, in the suit. That’s when an 8 year old duck in a spider-man cosplay suit walks out into the field. The officers stopped firing.

Officer,”kid you have to get-”

The rhino starts shooting at the officer to make him be quiet, but he missed the officer.

“LOOK DUCKBERG,”said the rhino,” SPIDER-MAN IS BACK”

the kid puts on the spider-man goggles and mouth cover (really just a piece of black cloth)

“brave boy huh, does the rhino scare you little boy”

The rhino starts walking closer, people are thinking that the boy is going to die, then THWIP……….THWIP............THWIP. the rhino stops walking

“hey spider-man” said dewey

The boy turned around, he lifted the lenses off

“I knew you would come back”

“yeah, thanks for stepping up for me, you’re the bravest kid I’ve ever seen, Im gonna take care of this jerk you go take care of your mom, okay”

Dewey fist bumps the kid, then the kid walks off

Dewey’s POV

“YOU FIGHT ME, YOU FIGHT ME NOW”

Then an officer handed me a megaphone.

“ON BEHALF OF THE FINE PEOPLE OF DUCKBERG AN REAL RHINOS EVERYWHERE, I DEMAND THAT YOU PUT YOUR MECHANIZED PAWS IN THE AIR”

Then the sinister six forms, Goblin, doc ock, waddle duck, the captain of the sky pirates, and glomgold in his own suit of armor, and there was the rhino. I named them by the way, the sinister six trademark dewey duck.

“NEVER” they screamed,” WE WILL CRUSH YOU, WE WILL DESTROY YOU”

“YOU WANT ME TO COME DOWN THERE SO YOU ALL CAN KILL ME”

“YES” screamed the sinister six

“ILL BE RIGHT THERE”I tossed the megaphone back at the officer, then i told myself,” there’s no place like home”

The rhino launches 2 missiles at me , but I used the space stone to shield myself, Then I jumped using a sewer lid as a shield, and I hit the rhino with the sewer lid

(you can now stop the song at 4:22, because this is not the end, but you will use this song later, unless you are reading this on mobile then idk)

I knocked down the rhino, o traded a few punches with waddle duck and Glomgold, and i saw Della from a distance cheering me on. Then i tied up dock ock, and after a while, the last one standing was goblin, now to finish this.

“I thought i broke you”said louie

“you did, but I had some encouragement from mom”

“LIAR”

We had a long fight, and i could tell Della was still processing that im fighting my brother

“No, she…..is ……dead”

“she is alive”

“LIAR, LYING IS WHAT GOT ME I THIS MESS, SO STOP IT”

Then I injected him with an antidote, BTW i made a pit stop at the lab before this, for once i thought of something smart.

Louie laying there, unconscious. This should have neutralized the goblin formula, then he looked normal. The police took him away. Later I went home, and i had to tell everyone the truth, i opened the door and i saw everyone waiting for me.

“where half you been lad”

“sorry, i was talking to someone”

Then Della walked in, everyone was surprised, after a little talk, i decided to tell everyone.”everyone, the reason on why i was acting all shady these past 2 months is because.......Im spider man” Everyone was shocked, but also happy, they somehow knew that i would make a great hero, despite all my flaws. Then I saw lena walk up to her room. So Me and Huey walked in and i Heard her crying.

“Lena”

“what”

play this again https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3Ifhzsa4L4, from 2:24 until 4:40

“Are you ok”

”No, its my fault, i should have told him but instead i lost him and webby, im sorry”

“we forgive you”

“really”

“yes it was also my fault, i should have saved her, im sorry”

Then we went in for a hug, we were all sad that webby was gone, we were crying but i needed to find a way to get her back

then I heard police cars, and they all nodded at me, so i put on my suit, then i slingshot myself out the window, I Am The Amazing Spider-Man

4:23

Then this should appear on screen

Dewey duck will return, In Spider Verse

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magpiefngrl · 5 years

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Hullo Magpie! If it's not too late, maybe an university AU or a historical AU? I'm not sure how involved you're planning on this being, perhaps just a snippet or something, but perhaps our boys gallivanting across time and the world! Renaissance Drarry perhaps, or Brideshead Revisted Drarry, or even WW1 Drarry! Whatever strikes your fancy :D

Hey, my lovely! You might have forgotten that once upon a time, many, many months ago, you prompted this, but I hadn’t! I’d planned from the beginning that a historical AU would be one of the AUs I’d write, but it took me forever to get to it, partly because the historical genre isn’t my forte, but mainly because I couldn’t settle on a time period. I wrote a few hundred words on the Elizabethan era (Harry being an actor at the Globe and Draco a noblet in the Court), I debated a Rennaissance painter and muse thing, and I thought I’d decided on the 20s where Draco and Harry would be house guests in a wealthy mansion, or they’d go to jazz clubs idk. I wrote a few thousand words, but it didn’t really grab me, and then I had the visual of two patients on a bench in a hospital after WWI, and this story flowed in one morning.

Much love and gratitude to the wonderful @nerdherderette and @lower-east-side for looking it over

So here it finally is, Historical Muggle AU, WWI era. Hope you enjoy it!

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Young and Beautiful (Mature, 3k)

Every afternoon thesame patient sits on the bench by the pond, gazing at the willows. Harry sitsbeside him.

‘Hello.’

The man turns to lookat him. Nods. Turns back to the willows.

The next afternoon,he’s there again. A duck and its ducklings cross the pond, sending ripplesacross the surface. Birdsong fills the air. Spring has sprung in the gardenssurrounding the convalescence hospital. In the fragrant, cool breeze, Harry couldbe mistaken in thinking France was years ago.

It’s not. It’s beenthree months.

‘I’m Harry Potter.’He doesn’t expect a reply – perhaps the fellow can’t speak. He has no visiblewounds; usually those are worse.

It’s peaceful by thepond, but far from still. Kingfishers and ducks and bees flit in and out of thefoliage and the swaying reeds. White butterflies flutter around the bushes.Harry joins the man on the bench every afternoon now, sitting in silence andwatching. The late April rains have given way to sweet sunshine and lightbreezes.

‘I don’t remember myname,’ says the man out of the blue one warm day.

‘What do the nursescall you?’ Harry asks.

‘Soldier. Or “dear”.’

They’re all called“dear” or “love” by the nurses. Come now, dear, take your medicine. Here’syour lunch, love, mind you eat it all. They see in them their husbands andtheir sons, their brothers and their fiancés, volunteering their time andeffort to make their convalescence easier, while praying someone else islooking after their own dears, whether in earth or heaven.

‘Do you remember yourbattalion?’

The man looks away.‘Nothing. I remember nothing.’

‘I was in the Somme,’Harry volunteers one day. The man hasn’t asked, and he probably doesn’t care.They all have stories like that. The Somme, the Marne, Gallipoli…

‘Is that where youhurt your leg?’

‘I was one of thelucky ones.’ Harry fishes a photograph from the front pocket of his pyjamas.‘That’s a few of us before we left for France. See that man? Ron Weasley, mylieutenant. Took a bullet to the head a week before the Somme. He was a goodman; a good friend.’

The memories chokehim and he points to the other men. ‘Longbottom; the man knew his way around agarden, I can tell you that. McMillan. Thomas. Goyle, that big lad with thecigarette.’ All are dead or wounded, scattered in military hospitals or unnamedgraves. Half his peers gone once the dust had settled.

‘Were you in battle?’he asks the man.

‘I’m not sure.’ The manopens his palms and stares at them as if he’ll be able to divine who he is. ‘Mywounds aren’t on the outside.’

Harry wants to tellhim they all have wounds on the inside.

In the hospital, theymeet coming in and out of the bathroom, in the dining room, in the common room.The man always stays by himself. He’s almost invisible to the others, unnoticedeven by Harry, until he’d spoken to him by the lake. Harry doesn’t approach himin the hospital. He likes the afternoons by the water when it’s just the two ofthem. He wants to have something to look forward to.

But he can’t staysilent when the man exits the bathroom late one night, his shirt unbuttoned.Harry’s gaze falls on the scars crisscrossing his thin chest. He can’t fathomwhat they are. The man pauses, his eyes wary. Harry doesn’t even realise he’sstepped closer. ‘How did this happen?’

‘I don’t remember.’

For the first time,Harry doesn’t believe him. Something in his tone, in his immediate reply, ringsfalse.

Harry’s riveted bythe scars, by how cruel they seem and also how incongruous they are to thebattle wounds he’s used to seeing. He stretches out his hand. ‘May I?’

They’re alone in thecorridor. A single oil lamp is flickering down the hall, casting them in longshadows, The man nods. Harry touches the scars lightly, almost reverently.‘These are not battle wounds. These are…’ They look like the result of torture.Someone carefully and methodically sliced across the man’s chest. Possiblytaking their time to ensure maximum pain.

Emotion overcomesHarry. He splays his fingers across the raised, pink skin, as if he can absorbthe viciousness that’s been inflicted on it.

Gently, but firmly,the man grabs his wrist. He removes Harry’s hand and lowers it slowly.

‘They’ll heal,’ hesays. ‘Don’t pity me. I deserved those.’

It hasn’t escapedHarry’s notice that the man hasn’t let go of his hand. ‘No one deserves those.’

Harry’s coming out ofthe bathroom when he sees the man waiting. He’s holding a razor. Harry gaspsand the man hastens to explain. ‘I’m only going to shave my head.’ Harryexhales with relief; Crabbe’s suicide three weeks ago has shaken him.

‘Will you help me?’the man asks.

‘Why are you doingthis?’ Harry asks ten minutes later, the razor running smooth down the man’sscalp. He’s a little taller than Harry, his body exuding warmth and solidity,but there’s something of the wind in his scent, as if he was born for flight.

‘I felt like it.’ Itsounds as truthful as the insistence of his amnesia.

Harry will miss thealmost-white hair. He’s grown used to seeing it from the distance as he limpsto the pond. He doesn’t say anything, though. The war has gouged them all, andif they want to indulge in a little fancy, who’s to blame them?

‘Done.’ He meets theman’s eyes in the mirror. He looks almost unrecognisable without the halo ofhis hair. His cheekbones and his pointy chin stand in sharper relief – aknife of a face, sharp enough to make Harry bleed. He holds Harry’s gaze, whofeels hot from his proximity to the man’s body and the smell of his skin, soapand sweat and hospital, that particular smell clinging to them all. Heswallows hard.

‘You look likesomeone else,’ Harry says, and makes to leave.

‘That’s the idea,’the man murmurs, seemingly to himself.

The nurses areflustered. A man of some importance has arrived. He wears a long coat and amustache and shows an ID to the doctors.

Head Nurse Burbage iscalled in the office.

Harry follows herdown the corridor. Nurse Burbage has left the door ajar and Harry pauses,making a show of needing his cane more than he does. Doctor Lupin’s voicedrifts to where Harry is pretending not to eavesdrop.

‘…BritishIntelligence. Draco Malfoy?’

‘We don’t have anyoneby that name,’ Nurse Burbage says.

‘He’s six-foot-one,very blond…’

‘I’ll call you“Bob”.’ Harry sits on the bench beside the man.

‘Bob?’ The man isstartled in laughter. It’s short-lived, as if he’s forgotten how to do it. ‘Idare say, I don’t look like a Bob.’

‘I think “Bob” suitsyou. Bobs have a good life, you know.’

‘I knew a Bob whodied in the war.’

Harry shrugs. ‘Bet hehad a good life before that, though.’

The man smiles. ‘Bobit is, then.’

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ain-t-bovvered · 6 years

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14x03 commentary

A/N: NOW WITH @waywardbaby

14x03 “THE SCAR”

zeta: The intro finished. Hush

- not gonna lie.... I’m not excited for this. I’m still salty over the Micheal lasting 2 ep thing.

- THE BEARD JOKE JFC

zeta: it’s just a beard, Duck dynasty called.

- this was the cutest okay?!?!

- S: Well someone like Sam like that okay? you are just jealous.

zeta: Innocent child

-MMBLREGH! SHARING FEELINGS TIME

zeta: “Michael bailed”

Dean be lying

Sam be knowning

Sam: I know you are lying.

Dean: I know you know.

Sam: I know you know that I know

Dean: Isn’t it nice to be back?

- D “ aaaah it’s nice to be back h- *record scratch*

D : the fuck?!

zeta: Home?! Wtf . The shirt and the vest tho.

zeta: Chief?

zeta: Dad is back. Jack is happy

[ENTERS CASTIEL]

* audience whistle*

zeta: And there’s the happy husband

[COMMENCE THE STARING]

*audience awwwwing*

- D: still okay, I promise”

zeta : still okay

- S, J and C looking at each other : He’s lying

Us: he’s lying

- I’M SORRY....DID Y’ALL JUST LOSE THAT DAMAGED PERSON WITH SATANIC HEAVY LUGGAGE AND PTSD?!?

- C “why would Micheal just give up his vessel like that “

yeah...exactly....waiting for the weak ass explanation

- [ commence Dean’s face melting and feels cooking up]

zeta: Right

zeta: Oh hello

-welp there it is

zeta: Second scar. Tag your porn ffs

- that fucking scar is bullshit ok??

- D” yeah I can handle Cass that “

C “ Dean...”

D “ Cass...come on...hit me “ �� ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

S “ i’m so tired “

zeta: drag it out of me ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- Can....can I just ...

YES GRIP THAT ARM TIGHT

..ok sorry *screams into a pillow*

- AAAANYWAY.... fucking Kaya huh?!

zeta : I need the other sherif tho

Zeta my god down girl

- AAAW CLAIRE

-This episode is Sam huh huhing

zeta : Petition for Sam to never shave off the beard

-aww that little push was cute like

S: Dude come on talk to mom#2

- DUN DUUUUN MONSTER CASE

- Cass doing his hunter backpack IS CLEANING MY SKIN, AND MY CROPS ARE THRIVING

- [enters Jack] ....oh no

- D: “ You are barely an 100 pounds soaking wet “ ... my EU ass :

- Jack : Damn I wish I went with my dad and got that laser sword tho

- D: “I didn’t mean to be a dick”

- THOSE ARE SOME GOOD AF EYELASHES EXTENSION I want mine done again *whines*

- Castiel’s hand.....BRUUUUUUUUUUUH GIMMIE

- “UUUH this might take a while .... you two...go bla bla bla I’ll catch up “

zeta: Both Dads on the same page

- Aww Dean driving how nice.

zeta: Hello, the roar of Baby

- “ Cass can handle it “

yes yes he can ...

- oh wait it the brother in the Impala so....FEELING TIME

- “I didn’t know if you were alive I- “ “I just need you to talk to me “

OOOOOH MY BABY LOOK AT HIS EYEEEEES JARED JFC

zeta: Give Sam a fucking hug. Somebody

- Jody looking like a snac tho

zeta: jODY SMILING JUST CURED MY ALLERGIES

-EXCUSE YOU JENSEN WHAT IS THAT , just kill me while you are at it Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

zeta: She likes the beard, in your face Dean

- “Claire is still.....Claire”

- Sam :

- That smug face OMG

-Dean is like....NO TIME WASTING KIDS

-jack WAT R U DOING YOUNG MAN YOU R ON THIN FUCKING ICE OKAY?

zeta: WTF is Jack doing?

me: being a terrible child

- Oh I love Castiel with books

- “Like sleeping beauty “ ..... ok your cute ass is forgiven for now.

zeta: like sleeping beauty,... seriously

zeta Are you going somewhere

- Please don’t ever cut Sam’s beard , it’s doing things to me. (lol zeta)

- ....and thing tied around Dean’s thigh are doing god’s work.

zeta: Those bow legs, Is this the time to mention the knife on Dean’s thigh?

( lol Zeta#2)

I should be commenting on the plot too sometimes ( lol who am I kidding right?). Anyway...I think Dean’s is remembering the place.

The directors are loving close ups.....and I’m definitely not complaining .

- Heads on a pike ....yikes.

zeta: what....Kaya?

- Kaya owning three hunter’s asses is life.

- aaaand that is not-Jensen landing on not-Jared. I mean....that’s a not-Jared belly.

zeta: those close ups give me life

- Castiel searching stuff around the bunker with his power ....can you imagine not having to look for the keys anymore??? 10/10 would marry.

- Marked “ Gross stuff” . Dean marked it I fucking swear.

zeta: gross stuff

zeta:” Is that your dad?” “one of them”

- Yo....Jack needs to stop breaking my heart.

- Ok even before finishing the ep I fucking new that damn pendant had something to do with the spell and shit

- YAS SAM IS SO SMART UUUUGH

- Bearded Bitchface yaaas

zeta: Sam just wants to punch him in the face

me... with love

...

I’m sorry I need to do this I’ve been laughing for hours

- me to Castiel : Speak Latin to me

- Well that didn’t work zeta: that didn’t go well

- “FIRST LOVE STRIKES QUICK “

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh heck yeak

zeta: I need Kaya’s coat

zeta: Right in the face

- Yeeeeah...Dean’s in that autopilot state that he was when Jack let them see Mary alive and being tortured.

- “....and weak “

zeta: Sassy. “you are much weaker£

Bitch the fuck

- Okay I know that SPN is not famous for the special effect and shit...but those prosthetics are wack

- “ ..you let her die “ .... why is jack testing me so much ?!?!?

zeta: poor baby jack

- Seeing Castiel feeling pain seeing his son in pain is giving me pain STAPH IT

-Yas Jack baby use that smart af brain your other dad gave you

- D: “We need to break her, right here right now”

Jody: Wha

D: “I’m gonna do whatever it takes”

mmmmm flashbacks and deja vu

- oooooh damn Dean mad is kinky tho , proofs follows:

- sorry I need to go change now.

zeta: the fucking close ups

--- I NEED A PAUSE OKAY?? ---

zeta: Holy fucking yes, clever baby jack

- LIKE....THAT PROUD DAD FACE CASTIEL IS WEARING IS ILLEGAL

zeta: Proud father

- [flashback] seee I told ya

- evil Kaya: “ You are scared...and you are weak “ oh boi

zeta: I’ve sensed you

- Michael with his damn hat and suit“ I’m here to make you an offer “

my italian ass :

[fight]

Micheal not using his friggin’ archangel’s powers with a...like...a kid

zeta: Yeah I should not like this so much

- Well that was underwhelming anyway ( still hot tho).

- Y’all I wanna see how they intent to explain all of * gesture* that.

- also that fight with the bad special effect teeth werewolf was disappointing ....I mean wow....ok.....

zeta: They are getting their ass kicked

- #stopbreakingJodysbones2k18

- Kaya yeeting out this bad writing is mood

zeta: she fucking bailed----or not

- JUST GiVE THEM THAT DAMN SPEAR

-” Dean Winchester you have nothing to apologize for” Jody is the better Mom

- “I just fear that I’ve already lost before I could even begin “.... wow ok thank Jody. Also I’ve read how someone saw Bobo’s mourning over wayward sisters and I AGREE *slams fists on the table with tears in my eyes*

zeta: just dreading those consequences

- “The mind of a hunter and the heart of a hunter “ *sobs* “Maybe we could go on a hunting trip “ ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS JFC CASTIEL YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL DAD I CAN’T.

zeta: Cas smiling....rare

- Jack coughing “ I’m fine “

zeta: What is wrong with baby jack?

me : OH LOOK that’s another thing he got from his dads,

- D : “ You were right...” S: wha

D:” I don’t want to look at it, what Micheal used me for” “ and it wasn’t a blink “

Oh FUCKING GREAT I KNEW IT

“I remember most of what Micheal did with me”

“...drowning , and that I remember. I felt every second of it, clawing , fighting for air “

zeta: Drowning FUCK

“ ...and it’s all on me man “

SAM:

JFC JARED you are killing me this season

zeta: If they kill Jack I’m rioting

- ......HMMMMMM WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ?!?!?

WELP I’M TIRED , SAD AND AROUSED . So nothing new here right?

I DON’T KNOW WHO TO TAG, send an ask HERE if you want or a smoke signal, idk whatever I’m tired af.

TAGS: @supernatural-teamfreewillpage @destiel-honeypie @mariekoukie6661 @dragontamerm @closetspngirl

#supernatural spoiler #supernatural spoilers #season 14 #supernatural season 14 #spn 14x03 #14x03

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totaltozier · 6 years

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Always Been You - Richie Tozier x Reader

REQUEST: fuck idk if you write for IT that much but if you do could you write an imagine where richie is mean to the reader and she’s like “we used to be okay when we were young” and he’s like “that’s before you got fucking hot” or something. and if you don’t write for IT you can def do this as a mike wheeler imagine

NOTE: OKAY SO I actually had a fckn blast writing this so I pray that you love it as much as I do!!!!! It’s really long but its great I swear! And yes I do IT imagines too if requested!

WORD COUNT: 2448 (don’t let this number scare you!)

WARNING: just some swearing because well, its Richie Tozier we’re talking about here.

PLOT: Richie is secretly in love with you but he’s a dick at showing it.

Richie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. It was the second day of kindergarten when he had approached you. You were sitting on the swings alone on the playground and he had just walked up and started talking about who knows what until the bell rang to head back inside. Ever since, Richie had continued to talk about anything and everything to anyone who would listen.

Over the years there were countless playdates, riding bikes around the neighbourhood until the streetlights came on, hiding in your backyard treehouse until your mom insisted it was time for Richie to go home and get some sleep. You two were inseparable, always by each other’s side. Eventually you welcomed new friends into your lives, a few other kids with no friends themselves, often called loners or freaks. After a while you started to call yourselves the losers club, a name that fit but in a good way.

Despite all the new friends, it was always you and Richie who would still be sitting around in your treehouse after everyone had gone home for dinner, just the two of you circling the neighbourhood on your bikes after everyone else’s legs were too tired and decided to leave. It was you who Richie always came to when his parents were gone again or his house was too loud or too quiet that he couldn’t he couldn’t stand it anymore. It was your window that he was crawling through late at night when he couldn’t sleep. It was always you.

Until for some reason, it wasn’t anymore.

“Hey Y/N, I’m hungry as hell, can you get us more snacks?” Eddie asked. The club was sitting around in your backyard not doing much other than talking about random stuff.

“Ya sure, Richie can you give me a hand?” You asked, standing up and heading to the backdoor.

“You’ve got two hands, try using them” Richie stated, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Um, okay then…” You mumbled.

Bev stood up. “I’ll help you out, Y/N!” The two of you went inside to the kitchen and rummaged around for some snacks.

“Do you think Eddie would want Tostitos or Ruffles?” Bev asked you, holding up one in each hand.

“Since when is Richie so rude?” You blurted out, bothered by Richie’s tone outside.

Bev shrugged. “Richie’s always been rude, have you not heard that trash mouth of his?”

“Okay, yeah he’s always been rude but he hasn’t always been rude to me” you responded.

Bev poured the chips into a bowl. “I don’t know, Y/N. Boys are just dumb, I guess.”

“Then why are we friends with so many?” You asked back jokingly.

Bev laughed picking up the snacks she had prepared and turned towards the door.

Back outside, Eddie and Richie were telling some elaborate story about some crazy event that apparently happened last weekend.

“And then that asswipe came out of nowhere! Practically launching themselves over the bushes!” Eddie exclaimed, acting it out as he spoke.

“And so obviously that piece of shit fucker had it coming when I decked him in the face he started weeping like the cry baby his is! And that’s why those two weren’t at school on Monday.” Richie finished explaining.

You set the snacks down on the ground in front of everyone. “No, it wasn’t,” you added, “Jimmy wasn’t at school on Monday because his sister was in the hospital, Mr. Roberts said it himself during first period.” You explained.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. As if you would know!” Richie spat back.

You had no idea why Richie was being like this. Sure, he always had a foul tongue but you were never at the other end of it. The afternoon went on and soon one by one everyone had headed off back home until it was just you and Richie left alone like always.

“What’s up with you today?’ You asked. “You seem off.”

“I’m fine” Richie snapped.

Your face held a frown. “Are things bad at home again?” You asked gently.

“I said everything is fine, Y/N. Back off” he said, picking up his bike off of the grass. “I’ll see you later.” And with that, Richie was pedalling away, far out of reach.

Now it was just you, left alone. A feeling you hadn’t truly felt before.

As the weeks went on, school came to an end and summer vacation had finally arrived. Things were still weird between you and Richie. You hardly spent any time alone anymore and you couldn’t help but wonder if everything was okay for him. The club was always hanging out together trying new activities other than the regular sitting around in your backyard.

Today’s activity was going to the quarry to swim and jump off the rocks. You guys hadn’t been to the quarry for the last two summers so you were excited to go back again.

Everyone had ridden their bikes and once you had reached the quarry, you all hopped off and let your bikes fall to the ground without a care.

Closer to the edge, Bev was the first one to take of her clothes, ready to jump in. “Are you all just going to stand there or are you going to go swimming?” She asked as she made a run for the edge and jumped off into the water below.

You ran to the edge and looked down at Bev in the water as she resurfaced. “How cold is it?” You yelled down.

“Not cold at all!” Bev replied.

You took a few steps back and started to take off your clothes, first your shirt than your shorts.

“Holy fuck” Richie gasped, just loud enough for you to hear.

You looked up to see him staring right at you. “What’s wrong?” You asked looking down at your body. “Does my swim suit not match?” You said confused.

Richie blushed and quickly looked away. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” He insisted. He threw off his shirt as fast as he could before running to the edge and jumping off.

You waited a few seconds before following him into the water. You hit the water, the height being just enough to make it splash sting before resurfacing. You looked back up at the cliff and watched as Eddie and Bill jumped off together.

All of a sudden the water started splashing around Eddie and you could hear him crying out. “My shorts! My shorts!” he said as he hit around the water.

“Shut the fuck up!” Richie yelled from beside you.

“I can’t find my shorts!” Eddie cried again. Everyone began laughing and you could see Bill reaching out in the water in front of him, picking up Eddie’s shorts and waving them in the air.

“Oh, you m-mean these?” Bill asked joking around. He quickly swam away from Eddie and the smaller boy yelled out after him to give them back.

Everyone was having a fun time in the water, swimming around and enjoying themselves. Eventually Mike had an idea to play chicken. You chose to be a spectator at first, watching as Bill was on Mike’s shoulders and Bev on Stan’s. You, Eddie, Ben, and Richie cheered them on, you rooting for Bev. You could hear Richie yelling for Bev to ‘beat that son of a bitch’ from beside you.

Ultimately after a few minutes, Bev had managed to knock Bill off of Mike and into the water. You volunteered to go next as you climbed onto Bev’s shoulders. Richie decided that he would fight you and chose Mike as his base. Eddie counted down, yelling ‘fight!’ as loud as he could.

Bev brought you close to Richie and you reached your arms out as he tried to knock you down. Minutes passed and you were sure that you were going to win until Richie practically punched you in the neck, shoving you off of Bev and into the water.

Your resurfaced as fast as you could, rubbing your nect where you had been hit. “What the fuck, Richie?” you yelled.

“What? I knocked you off fair and square!” Richie said back, confused as to why you were mad.

“You didn’t have to fucking punch me in the throat!” You exclaimed. You could hear everyone around you go silent. Now you were the one with the trash mouth. “What the hell is wrong with you lately?” You yelled as you started to swim away, wanting to get out of the water. “I can’t fucking breathe.”

You made your way to the rocks and climbed your way out of the water and back up to your clothes. Back in the water, everyone was running their mouths at Richie.

“What the heck happened?” Bev asked, confused as ever.

Richie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to punch her, I swear.” He said. “She ducked down as I was about to push her chest, I swear! I would never hurt her like that on purpose!” Richie claimed.

“Well, I think you already have…” Eddie said solemnly.

Richie sighed, knowing that he had fucked things up with you. “I’ll go now.” He said before turning to swim to the rocks where you had just climbed out.

You had wrapped yourself in your towel and sat down on a nearby log trying to steady your breathing when you heard the bushes start to rustle. Richie appeared from behind them, water dripping from his hair onto his body. He picked up his bag and pulled out his towel, wrapping it around himself before approaching you.

“Can we talk for a minute?” He asked as he stood in front of you.

You rolled your eyes and ignored him.

“I’ll take that as a yes” he said and sat down next to you on the log. “I’m really sorry, Y/N, I really am. I would never mean to hurt you like that. I had got caught up in the moment and acted too fast, I would never hurt you intentionally.” Richie pleaded.

You turned to face him and crossed your arms across your chest. “Okay so you didn’t mean to hurt me physically but you meant to hurt me emotionally all those other times though?” You asked with a biting tone.

Richie scrunched up his face in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been nothing but shit to me for the past month, Richie!” You exclaimed. “You snap at me, you’ve been rude to me when I’ve done nothing wrong to you, and you won’t shut that goddamn trash mouth of yours ever!”

Richie sat there, knowing exactly what you meant and looked down away from you not saying anything.

“You basically won’t talk to me anymore and act like you hate me!” You added. “I miss the way things used to be. We used to be okay when we were young. Better than okay. We used to be great when we were young.” You sighed.

Richie was playing with the corner of his towel. “Yeah that was before you got hot.” He chuffed under his breath.

“What?” you asked.

“You’re fucking hot okay?” Richie blurted. “We used to be great but then you grew up and look so fucking good now and I don’t know to act around you anymore, okay?!” He practically shouted.

Your jaw dropped open. “You think I’m hot?” You asked him, confused as ever.

Richie looked away and into the woods. “Nah, you’re better than hot, you’re beautiful.” He said. “But I’m an idiot who has been such an asshole to you lately so I don’t blame you if you hate me for the rest of eternity or whatever.”

You placed your hand on Richie’s leg, making him turn to look at you. “I don’t hate you, okay?”

“You don’t?” Richie asked with a frown on his face.

“You’re my best friend, I could never hate you. So, yeah you’ve been a real douche the past few weeks but I’ll forgive you if you just admit that you’re in love with me and you’ll never be a douche again.” You said with a smile.

Richie scoffed. “I am not in love with you!” He blushed, trying to play it cool.

“Okay fine, you’re not forgiven then” you joked.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Richie pleaded. “I’ll only say I’m in love with you if you admit that you’ve always been in love with me!” He conditioned with a smirk.

“I have not been in love with you!” You insisted, knowing that you weren’t telling the truth.

“Come one, Y/N. How could you not be in love with all of this?” Richie smirked gesturing to his whole body.

“Shut up!” You laughed, your face turning a bright pink.

“Just admit you love me back, Y/N! You love me! You love Richie Tozier!” He sing songed.

“Okay, fine!” You exclaimed. “I’m in love with Richie Tozier, always have been.” You admitted.

“I knew it!” Richie shouted, jumping up with joy. “I love Y/N L/N and she loves me back!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Shut the fuck up!” You heard Eddie yell from down below, still in the water.

You both laughed with each other. “See, I miss this. I miss being this way with each other” You said.

Richie sat back down beside you. “I miss it too. I promise that it won’t go away again, okay?” he said.

“Okay.” You said with a smile. Richie reached for your hand and held it in his.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

“I really want you to kiss me” You whispered back. Within a second Richie had put his lips on yours kissing you with such a passion that you could tell had been building up for a long time. After a moment, you two pulled apart and rested your foreheads against each other. You couldn’t help but smile really big.

“Get a fucking room!” Eddie shouted from the water below.

“You know what would be great?” You asked Richie.

“If we went back down there and annoyed the fuck out of Eddie?” Richie answered.

“Exactly.” You answered. You stood up and threw your towel down and Richie followed suit. You grabbed his hand standing back from the edge. You both looked at each other and nodded silently before running towards the edge and jumping off into the water below.

As soon as you resurfaced from the water, you could already see Richie splashing and attacking Eddie as the smaller boy laughed. Things were back to how they used to be. Actually, they were even better than before.

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thehogmother · 6 years

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Dream Lastnight (snakes)

tw for blood.

realized some cool things later after i wrote this out

there were 6 innocence (the kids), 6 ignorant (the adults), and 6 threats/ judgments (the snakes)

also the snakes never really attacked or targeted the kids other than the one.

Was at a home or vacation like home with a family. They felt like my family but I recognize none of them irl. The home, would be best described as a hillbilly esk like place on a swampy like area. Honestly it was nice looking imo if you got rid of the amount of people, or the specific people around in general. It was a pretty weathered and worn down looking house, but functional. There was over growth and moss in large patches along it's sides. It was the side yard was right next to what looked like a forest with a path which wound into the rest of the neighborhood. They were also broken down houses, most were abandoned. The abandoned ones were missing doors and windows and had no over growth on them. The house i was in had the most flourishing's.

I recall the dream starting with me watching my little cousins/siblings. The details on my family relations was never established in dream. But there were about 5-6 young kids. 3 were rowdy and playful, the others were pretty reclusive and only saw them later. One of the three was like me, and adventurer. While I was watching them in the side yard, she ran off into the path. I was unaware of what the path lead to at the start of the dream so i let her fuck off into the woods as that's what I loved doing so understood. One of my uncles came storming out and told me to go get that child before she got hurt. So fine ok whatever.

I went into the path and came across the first building along it, which was abandoned, pretty grey, dusty, falling apart. I noticed little foot prints going to the sliding glass door on it that was still intact. And little finder marks on the handle. I smiled thinking this child is me as fuck. I went in and walked around and found her looking out a fragmented window up the stairs. I told her the place is very lovely, but is dangerous since we could fall through the floor or something could fall on us at anytime. She agreed and followed me out gleefully and took my hand.

When we got down the steps i felt something was around. Looking I saw an old hound dog. Their bones were sticking out and they looked like they could survive with proper treatment but without it i'd give them only a few days or less. The little girl let go of my hand to go to the dog. She knelt down to pet their head to comfort it. The dog just closed their tired and pained eyes and rested their head on their paws. I was about to cry. The girl looked at me with determination saying we have to help them. I wanted to I really did. But I told her to come back to the house with me so we can ask about getting what we need to help the dog at least. She reluctantly agreed and we went back out the sliding glass door. When I turned to close it, It closed on it's own, and there was the dog standing by the wall of the room the door let into. That dog did not look like it could walk let alone stand. Their legs wobbled and shook. It really looked like they were saying good bye, and i just felt in my heart i was never going to see that dog again. I stood there for a good minute fixed on the dog's sad and pained eyes through the clouded and dirty glass, my mouth was slightly parted i was going into a trance over them.

The girl pulled at my arm beckoning me to hurry back so we can ask about helping the dog. I was confused, could she not see the dog standing there too? I looked back quickly and the dog was gone. I wondered if the dog was even physical. But still I went back to the house with her pulling my arm to get me to run back with her. When back she frantically asked about helping the dog. I kinda was just mentally lost. All i said was "yeah it looks like the owners left their dog behind when they moved out. I have no idea how i knew this, but thinking back i recalled seeing large empty metal bowls in some of the rooms as if left to keep the dog alive as long as they could. The older folks, my aunts and uncles there, were saying no and to let the things die. I really felt the dog was already dead. So let it go, but my little cousin cried and called them heartless. I agreed tho, given the info they were given it was pretty cold to not at least got food and water for the dog. I never told her what i saw when we left the dog tho

Time passed, and it was night now. I was sitting on the balcony with two other adults drinking idk what tbh, probly beer. I wasn't tho cause i don't like bitter beer. We were looking out into the swampy water. Talking about the animals and creatures they have seen here. One joked about a snake whose head was the size of a car. The other playfully punched them telling them to stop with that story. But they insisted and says they swear they saw it a long time ago. I was still thinking about the dog wondering if i should go back to find their remains to burry them. They were still going on about the snake story in the bg when i saw movement by the part of the water that was closest to the side yard with the wooded path. It was certainly the head of a dark snake. I would not say it was as large as a car, but was pretty big like a python.

I interrupted them and said, look there's a python. The one exclaimed that that was the snake they saw. The other was like me saying that is not as big as a car man wtf. The snake moved out of the swampy water and into the side yard, where it started moving quickly towards us. I jumped up and was 'uh we should leave' and was getting worried. They told me to just go and tell the others out side and they theyd fend the snake off. By that time the snake was up the wall and flowing onto the balcony. I just was ok suit yourself and climbed over the rail on the other side to run across the roof to yell towards the others who were hanging out on the drive way/cement patch to get inside. When i looked they were already starting to be targeted by another dark python.

I cursed seeing as a third was somehow getting one of the doors of the house open anyway. I snapped real quick into survival and protective mode. I knocked a hole in the roof with my feet to get in through the attic. I got everyone from in the house to go out the roof with me. The 5-6 kids and about 3-4 adults followed me out. The adults took over cause no way they would be willing to listen to or follow some one who was younger then they were. I was saying we should patch up the hole and bring up the attic latter to wait it out. But no. The adults were frantic and yelling over me and saying we need to run over to one of the neighbors for help, one that requires going over the swamp. I was just ' are you fucking stupid' But they were already out and over the wall and going towards the solid side of the swamp. And the kid were so panicked and not knowing what was happening that they followed them out. One kid hesitated before following, one hesitated a bit longer, and another was staying behind me. I rubbed my face in frustration and told the kid I'm sorry I can't let them go off and be stupid and die. Please board yourself in here, I'll try to get them to come back, we will knock to let you know it's us to let us back in. The kid nodded and went to get the tools that were in the attic to board up the hole in the roof. The latter was already back up.

I climbed out and did a running ump to grab onto one of the vines from a near by tree. I missed the one i was aiming for but managed to grab another. No way was i going to go down onto the ground with the brain dead sheep. I yelled out to them as the adults were climbing the trees on the solid side of the swamp and telling the kids to too. Telling them to fucking come back so we can all be shielded and not out in the fucking open like sitting ducks. The adults were so fucking mad at me for being disobedient. 'the neighbors have hundreds of shot guns, we can use them to kills these sons of a bitches' I was dumb founded with how idiotic that was. I don't care if they did that on their own, but to drag the kids out into the open with them...

One of the kids hollered and their side turned red as a fourth snake went to grab their leg after biting their side. I was livid. I was so fucking pissed as the adults just told the other kids to hurry up or that will happen to them too. I looked over at the balcony the two adults i was with and the first snake were dead. And I could not tell what exactly happened to those on the drive way, but there were blood smears all over the pavement. I have had it I was so pissed.

I used my anger to propel me across the trees to get to the kids. I did not care what happened to the brain dead sheep adults at that point. When I got there the adults were already at the neighboring house and yelling cause two other snakes were there too... Surprise surprise. The kids were too small to get up into the trees so so i told the to hand me the one bleeding out and for them to run as fast as they can back to the attic. The one bleeding out I could now tell was the girl that ran off into the abandoned house. I have no clue why the snake didn't grab drag her into the water, but there was new bites on her legs. She was very pale and felt cold when the kids manages to hoist her up enough for me to grab. She was shaking violently from the blood loss. I told her it will be ok and that the dog will be too. She weakly smiled back at me before going limp. I didn't check for a pulse or breathing I just hoped she only passed out.

The I could not swing around with a limp body, so dropped and ran after the other kids wo were faster than me and already almost at the roof. They managed to get in it seemed like the kid was bright enough to only put up one plank so snakes couldn't get in but could quickly allow the others in too. This made me smile I was so glad that they were going to be ok.

The snake that i assume bit the girl I was holding came up after us. There was no way i could out run the snake they were coming up too fast. I saw a shed so threw up kid up to the roof and I climbed up too. The roof had a lip so was hard to gut up onto but the snake seemed like they couldn't either. I was relieved for a bit but realized that the snake cold get up to the roof of the shed one way. We were stuck. We could go into the shed front he roof, but so could the snake, and the door could be broken down like the one to the house anyway. I just held the limp girl and hummed to calm myself down. And just let the snake come towards us. I was too tired to get back into trees on my own let alone with another body to carry.

The dream ended when the snake was going around us. I was crying and humming and rocking the little girl as they sniffed us. It didn't end with me dying like dreams like that normally do, it just stopped. Withe the snake more so looking curious rather then threatening.

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nyctimus · 3 years

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Text symbols meme thing for Ivanpez and Talix and like lit anyone else you wanna do it for.

Set in MB:R verse!

IVANPEZ-

MORNING text.

8:03 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Hi handsome! Don’t forget you promised to meet me for brunch at that cute little bistro on main, okay?! Can’t wait to see your pretty face! 🥰

text that WASN’T SENT.

9:30 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] My mother has enough money to cover the slack for us if you just quit your job

RUSHED text.

4:45 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] I’m SOOO sooo sorry I’m running late :((( Got stuck in the goddamn metroplex traffic, swear to god I’ll move to the wilderness and abandon the city completely one day. I’ll be there soon! Promise!

DRUNK text.

3:09 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Move in with me wuit your job. I’ll quit mine. We can go somewhere nice like ... 3:12 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Whefe? Where you what to go 3:13 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Beach? We c an skinny dip every night 3:13 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Hou can buiold a nice beach hut an I will make nice curtains for it, okay?

SUGGESTIVE text.

2:57 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you insisted on wearing that skimpy little white tank to work in just to try and tempt me to tear it off of you.

LATE NIGHT text.

1:15 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Come here. I want cuddles, and my bed is nicer than yours

HATEFUL text.

5:44 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Peter. 5:44 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] I don’t know what I’ve done to upset you, but I promise I’ll right it. 5:49 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] What do you mean? Of course I have, why else would you have worn those atrocious, eye- searing shirts every day for the past WEEK if not to punish me? 5:51 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] What? 5:51 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you’re punishing me. 5:52 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Still too angry to tell me what I’ve done, I see. Okay. I’ll try again later.

RANDOM text.

2:32 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Gold or indigo? I can’t decide.

SCARED text.

6:45 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Hey, I thought you’d be back by now? 7:02 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Pete? 7:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Peter??? Please pick up 7:26 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Baby please

LOVING text.

10:50 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Good night, sweet boy, I hope you have the very best dreams... I know you’re nervous about tomorrow, but you shouldn’t be... you’re perfect. 10:52 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] You’ve got this. Now get some rest... don’t make me come over there 10:52 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Fine, then. See you soon

CURIOUS text.

3:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] What are your favorite appetizers? Salty or sweet? Party hosting has become just a little more complicated since I started caring more about your opinion than my own. Feelings can be so pesky sometimes 😛

EXCITED text.

3:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Pete! 3:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Can you believe we’re leaving on our veeeery first vacation together as a couple together today? Even if it’s just a little two day getaway, I’m SO excited, I’ve been looking forward to this all week. 3:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Can’t wait to have you all to myself. You may be sick of me by the time this is over. Fair warning!

ACCIDENTAL text.

1:19 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Oh, I don’t know. I think it’s entirely possible I’m just a way for him to pass a little time. And I’m fine with that. Obviously. Why wouldn’t I be?

HEARTBREAKING text.

1:19 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Pete? 1:24 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] My mother just died. I.... I’m packing to head home to Paris now. Can you go with me?

/ / /

TALIX-

MORNING text.

5:25 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know you’re sleeping and won’t even see this for another 6 hours or so, but if you come give me a ride home I’ll smuggle you a whole loaf of that cinnamon coffee cake you like. Please

text that WASN’T SENT.

10:17 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] How do you do it? Live like that constantly? It was a ten minute experience two months ago but I’m still having nightmares

RUSHED text.

3:59 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] K, I know Ellis would probably throw the entire knife drawer at your face if you show back up here but there are SO many drunk assholes here right now it almost seems worth it to beg you to come save me

DRUNK text.

9:42 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] U just reality want you to hold me brighttnkw 9:42 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Plea.Se. And pet my hair, Anne kiss my nose. Ok?

SUGGESTIVE text.

4:35 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know this is fucked up, okay... 4:35 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] And idk if it’s the full moon or what, but I can’t stop thinking about you with your gun when I’m getting off 4:35 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Your actual gun. Not your dick, love that one too but the one you... you know what I mean 4:35 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] The way you hold it. Your fingers. Those fucking veins in your arms, Jesus Christ

LATE NIGHT text.

1:32 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Are you okay? I know it’s silly to be afraid for you every single time the news mentions turf wars and casualties, but I worry about you. Text me when you can

HATEFUL text.

5:18 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Swear to fuck next stuck up ass businessman that walks through these doors, orders coffee and then wrinkles his nose when he tastes it is getting the whole pot poured on his fancyboy suit. Why do people come here wanting Starbucks? I’m going to scream

RANDOM text.

7:30 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] ...Pretty sure your kid is here staking me out right now. Not even subtle. Staring me down as I text this. Should I be concerned? Pretend I don’t know him? SOS

SCARED text.

4:06 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I think someone’s following me. I keep seeing the same car. At work, outside my apartment 4:07 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] In the parking lot at Krogers. What should I do? 4:08 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know if they see you it might make things worse but can you come get me? Please. I’m scared

LOVING text.

7:31 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Hey, hot stuff. I’ll be dead to the world by the time you read this but I just wanted to tell you I hope you have a good day. Kick everyone’s ass. Don’t get arrested. 💖 xo

CURIOUS text.

9:22 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] What do you have planned for Thanksgiving? My brother’s hounding me to bring you back to the farm. No pressure either way. He’s kind of a lot. I think he wants to shovel talk you, so... feel free to be busy, haha

EXCITED text.

5:48 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] You know that cat I’ve been leaving canned tuna out for for like, the last month and a half? 5:48 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] SHE CAME INSIDE 5:48 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] And killed my favorite plant, but! SHE CAME INSIDE!!!

ACCIDENTAL text.

8:57 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know you’re just worried about me, and I get that 8:57 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] But you need to fuck off. It’s none of your business, man

HEARTBREAKING text.

6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know I’m being an asshole doing this over text 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] But I’ve been trying for weeks to say it in person, and I just can’t. I look at you and it wipes everything else out of my brain 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I don’t know how to commit to a guy with a kid. 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] And I know you warned me, first thing, and I know I’m being horribly selfish 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I just. I guess I’m looking for something else. 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I’m sorry.

/ / /

DONNY/GRAHAM-

MORNING text.

7:37 am [Graham → bitchboy] it’s cold, jackass. if you’re gonna fucking leave me here to freeze by myself you could at least turn up the heat wtf 7:37 am [Graham → bitchboy] inconsiderate motherfucker

text that WASN’T SENT.

7:36 am [Graham → bitchboy] please come back, i dont sleep as well without you

RUSHED text.

6:44 pm [Graham → bitchboy] fucking setup? target expecting me so find your leak

DRUNK text & ACCIDENTAL text.

2:57 am [Graham → bitchboy] i wasfn EXPECTING him, tyler 2:57 am [Graham → bitchboy] i mean everypnoes heard of him. what an asshole he is. cause he is. but hes this asshole who owns a TEDDY BEAR 2:59 am [Graham → bitchboy] of course you won’t believe nme but im not lyin i swear it on my mams grave 3:02 am [Graham → bitchboy] and its not his sons. its his. its so cute. hes cyte. ill stab your duck if you tell anyone 3:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] duck 3:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] duck 3:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] y ouknow. 3:04 am [Graham → bitchboy] god. 3:04 am [Graham → bitchboy] its’ terinle

SUGGESTIVE text & EXCITED text.

11:52 pm [Graham → bitchboy] finally finished up here. 11:52 pm [Graham → bitchboy] eta 47 mins, have your office clear and my reward ready ;)

LATE NIGHT text.

12:02 am [Graham → bitchboy] sometimes i feel like you’re intentionally giving me the lamest possible fucking targets. wtf. i like killing bitches that will stab me back, not pushing pathetic ass grannies down the stairs while her 50 cats watch me? im picking my own files from here on out 12:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] and im bringing the cats 12:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] maybe youll think twice before pulling this shit on me again

HATEFUL text.

6:26 pm [Graham → bitchboy] you sign my paychecks. thats it. you dont get to tell me what to do outside of that. dont get it twisted just because were fucking, asshole

RANDOM text.

8:32 pm [Graham → bitchboy] idc what we do for dinner but i really want cheesecake so

CURIOUS text.

4:30 am [Graham → bitchboy] idk what you and dj usually do for holidays. should i head out? i can crash at my old room at tys, i dont mind

SCARED text & LOVING text & HEARTBREAKING text.

4:29 am [Graham → bitchboy] idk, got me good thus time. pulling over. behind sunoco on 35. dont wnna crash but you should send someone to gt rid of the folders if not my body too by rhen. too much evidence sorry 4:30 am [Graham → bitchboy] im really sorry 4:30 am [Graham → bitchboy] i love you. sorry for not telling you until now . sorry. im so sorry

#iheardarumorxxx #talix #ivanpez #donny & graham #graham is a man of few texts it seems #i was kinda lost with the excited one so just smushed it with the suggestive #bc thats abt as excited as hed get over texts

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athena1138 · 5 years

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I know you’re supposed to let people ask you for numbers and THEN answer, but I’m pmsing really fucking hard and struggling to hold on to the one single brain cell I have that’s keeping me from breaking down and just screaming/trashing the place. SOOOOO here’s 100 questions nobody asked me to answer.

1. A selfie?

Two or three months old, but I like it still.

2. How old are you?

23 1/2.

3. What is your birthday?

Nov. 2 (Day of the Dead~)

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Scorpio

5. What is your favorite color?

Purple/Teal

6. What’s your lucky number?

7. Do you have any pets?

I, myself, have a cat, but my mom has three dogs and my estranged cat who couldn’t move into my apartment with me but whom my mom wouldn’t let me adopt once he COULD

8. Where are you from?

Corn. (Indiana.)

9. How tall are you?

5′7

10. What shoe size are you?

11 in women’s, 9 1/2 in men’s.

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Um. I just moved and got rid of a bunch, so maybe 10 total

12. What was your last dream about?

Honestly, it was a sex dream about a friend’s sister. (Let’s not explore that, shall we?)

13. What talents do you have?

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL (I write fanfiction.)

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I have a shitton of deja vu that I think comes from dreams. It never does anything productive, but eh.

15. Favorite song?

Ah shit. To listen to, Rap God. To sing, La Vie en Rose.

16. Favorite movie?

Taming of the Shrew, the Liz Taylor version.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Someone with a shitton of patience and an understanding of when to walk away from me before I break down. (Also, Fenris from DA2 or Cullen Rutherford.)

18. Do you want children?

FUCK THAT

19. Do you want a church wedding?

I wouldn’t mind having a wedding in a big, beautiful church like if it had a Window(tm) yknow, but there will be ZERO religion in my service. Even then, a wedding in a church is quite low on my list. My top three wedding preferences are: countryside (but not the kind with cowboy boots and mud and a dirt-floor barn. I mean the bougie white bitch from the city doesn’t actually wanna get dirty kind of countryside,) seaside, and in the woods (like Twilight.)

20. Are you religious?

Nah.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

I got a seatbelt ticket once and a written warning for speeding (which I’m still pissed about. I was on my way to say goodbye to my grandpa before he died.)

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Jonathan Frakes (TWICE!,) LeVarr Burton, and John DeLancie. It was supposed to be Brent Spiner in place of the 2nd Jonathan Frakes one, but with the fires in California and his son getting sick, he had to cancel. I was heartbroken. I adore him.

24. Baths or showers?

Depends on the tub.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Who wears socks at home in July?

26. Have you ever been famous?

When I was 13, I won second place in a national creative writing contest and 3 gold medals for state. My little hometown did a front-page article about me. It was most definitely the peak of my life. That’s about how fucking far down the barrel I am now.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Money, yeah. Otherwise, nah.

28. What type of music do you like?

All kinds but country. I have a special preference towards 50s ballads, lyrical rap, and 2000s summer hits like Cyclone and Right Thurr.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

6, generally.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I have one of those pillows with the little arms on the side that I flip upside down and cuddle into like I’m sleeping on someone’s chest. I can sleep like that for hours.

32. How big is your house?

1200sqft.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Coffee

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Yes. I’m a v good shot.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yes. I’m a v good shot.

36. Favorite clean word?

Pusillanimous.

37. Favorite swear word?

Fuck nugget.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

4 days.

39. Do you have any scars?

A shitton. My favorite is the pair on my forehead that form a little 01. I also have a lot of self-harm scars across my breasts that I like.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

As a joke, yeah, but I’ve never gotten like... actual honest-to-god love letters.

41. Are you a good liar?

I used to be. I don’t see the point anymore.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

No. I’m too eager to make friends.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

It’s not uncommon for me to accidentally do an accent from whatever show I was just watching, especially if I’m talking to myself. I can do a surprising variation on Spanish accents, but that’s also because of my Spanish linguistics class.

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I have a weird accent. I say some things like I’m from Chicago (like, I say “hot dwawg”) but I say some things kind of southernish especially if I get mad, but some things I say Canadian and some British.

45. What is your favorite accent?

Speaking English, Russian. Speaking their native language, Cuban.

46. What is your personality type?

INTP. Or, if you’re like me and don’t remember what that means, I’m a raging bitch who thinks she’s funny and tries too hard.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

My bridesmaid dress for my sister’s wedding. Fucking $460 after alterations.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Innie

50. Left or right handed?

Right

51. Are you scared of spiders?

150%

52. Favorite food?

Garlic

53. Favorite foreign food?

北京烤鸭. (Peking Duck.)

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

Messy.

55. Most used phrased?

Cool beans///Suck a fuck.

56. Most used word?

Fuck

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Depends where I’m going. Work or school, 10 minutes. To something with my family or friends, like an hour. But that’s because I just move slower, not because anything changes.

58. Do you have much of an ego?

Yes. I’m conceited as shit.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck until they get riddled with holes.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

60% of my verbal interactions are with myself, yes. (30% are with my pets, 10% with other people.)

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yes.

62. Are you a good singer?

I can match pitch. That doesn’t mean I should.

63. Biggest Fear?

Ending up bogged down with kids I don’t want in a city I hate with a job I’ve been at for 10+ years.

64. Are you a gossip?

Yes

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I really like the remake of Steel Magnolias with Queen Latifah, and Diary of a Mad Black Woman.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

On me, long. On others, depends.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

If you give me a minute and a pen, maybe.

68. Favorite school subject?

Band/English/Science.

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Intro.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

71. What makes you nervous?

The future

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Only after watching a ghost movie.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Yes

74. Are you ticklish?

Do you bruise easily?

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Yes

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Yes

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes, but not much. I asked my boyfriend to give me a sip of his 4 Loko and fucker was like, “nooo it’s illegal.”

78. Have you ever done drugs?

What makes the boyfriend thing funny is we had spent literally that entire summer high of our asses, but “noooo, it’s illegal for you to drink.” His method of thinking was, It’s illegal for everyone to smoke weed, so it’s fair that everybody breaks that law, but it’s only illegal for people under 21 to drink so it’s not fair.

79. Who was your first real crush?

As in, a real person? Ethan Richards, elementary. I crushed on him for 5 years. (Caleb Smith was a close second, and looking back I think maybe he liked me, too.) But I wrote Ethan a note in 5th grade telling him I liked him and he super broke my heart. 13 years later and I’m still bitching about it.

80. How many piercings do you have?

Currently, 9. I’ve had 13 though.

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

No. I make L sounds instead, like Puerto Ricans do.

82. How fast can you type?

150+wpm. I beat out my typing teacher in 7th grade. She gave us a party to celebrate.

83. How fast can you run?

If I’m drunk, really fucking fast. Sober, not very. (I got wasted at a party and sprinted all the way across my apartment complex to run back to my room and help my roommate get more booze. It was incredible. I almost got hit by a car.)

84. What color is your hair?

Brown

85. What color is your eyes?

Brown

86. What are you allergic to?

Potentially shellfish bc everyone else in my family is.

87. Do you keep a journal?

88. What do your parents do?

My dad’s dead, mom works in the registration division in a hospital. Idk what exactly.

89. Do you like your age?

No. I’m too old to not know what I want to do in life but too young to know what I want to do in life, and I’m in debt and broke and I have no job and no prospects and everyone keeps asking me and it makes me break down and cry and

90. What makes you angry?

Stupid people. This goddamn dog. Lots of things.

91. Do you like your own name?

Now that the “Becky” thing has subsided a little, yeah. I used to hate all versions of the name Rebecca, but I’m pretty content with Becca. Becca Eileen suits me pretty well I think.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Psh. Even though I don’t want kids, yeah, I’ve thought of some. Most of them are ridiculous now. Fred and George for twins, Zane for a boy, Nonni for a girl, etc. Nothing I would actually choose now.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

I think assigning importance to the genitalia of my child is a fucking ridiculous and borderline disgusting thing to do. I would want a healthy child, if there were to be a child.

94. What are your strengths?

Um. I can sleep for a really long time.

95. What are your weaknesses?

Lol. Everything, my dude. Fucking everything.

96. How did you get your name?

Eileen comes from my mom’s best friend in high school. Rebecca supposedly doesn’t come from anywhere, but my dad was married to a Rebecca before my mom and I think that’s just too fucking weird to forget.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

I highly doubt it.

98. Do you have any scars?

You already asked that.

99. Color of your bedspread?

Black. It’s the Hogwarts school crest!

100. Color of your room?

Beige. My mom wouldn’t let me pick a different color. When I get my own place that lets me color the walls, I want some nice, deep violets with an accent wall that has criss-crossed fuchsia and teal.

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kingdeku-queentoga · 5 years

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The mafia house. New au

so here is a new AU I been thinking about for awhile, it is not the au I been talking about though so this one is kinda a surprised au, and the time is around the Mafia was a big deal, I might make more stories around this au, idk but until then, I hope y'all enjoy it.also this is a re-post because the first one had to many mistakes.

A black limo had slowly came to a stop in front of a massive 2 story mansion, 6 guards had covered the stairs as the limo driver door opened. A brunette had stepped out wearing a 2 piece suit before the rest of the door's had opened and one by one, 8 girls plus a baby all ranging from 1 to 17 had stepped out making the guards confused before a white hair boy was the last to step out.

2 of the taller girls and one of the little girls had wore red dresses with a fur coat handing off their shoulders, one of them was holding the baby while the rest of the girl and the single boy had wore black suits.

"Who are you? This isn't a daycare so go back wherever you came for" one of the guard's called out to them.

The group had ignored them as they had started to walked up to the stair, 2 guard's had stood in from of them making them stop "...get out of our way" the white hair boy told them but saw they wasn't moving "Lori" he called out as one of taller girl's had walked up to the guard's and shoved a note to his chest, making him grab it and read it.

The guards looked at his partner and nodded as the 2 had let them though, the group had went up the stairs and went inside as they had looked around as the inside was massive as there was hint of gold in the wall, a massive staircase was in the middle of the room as it had a red carpet "ah Mr. Loud so good to meet you" the boss said as he was already walking down the steps, looking at everyone but stopped at the boy "you must be Lincoln Loud" he said making him nod his head.

"Yeah, you must be Mr. Sharp" Lincoln said making him nod

"the one and only" sharp laughed "now let's talk business, my guards can take care of your sister's" he finished as a few guards had walked up to his sister's.

"Lori and Leni, with me" Lincoln said as the two tall girl's nod while the guards had took the rest of the sister's to a different rooms while Sharp took Lincoln and his sisters to his office.

The group had walked into Mr. Sharp office while Sharp had sat behind his desk and Lincoln had sat in front of him, with his sister's standing behind him "so how is my favorite partner" Sharp asked "me and your family has been business partners for quite awhile now" he said making Lincoln nod

"Yeah, my dad told me about you. Our family has been partners for the last 6 year's" Lincoln said making sharp nod his head "but we not here to talk about family, we are here to talk money" he finished making sharp smile all the wider

"Ah a man of business, that why I love you loud's but yes, let's talk money" Sharp said "I want to buy more police's so that way they will turn a blind eye when we do more shipping or when there is a hit on someone" he said making Lincoln nod his head

"Smart but how much are we talking" Lincoln asked as he already knew all about Sharp and his plan.

"I will simply need 5 hundred thousand, to buy out of police's, plus to get new drugs and guns in" Sharp said as he knew he could rob the boy high and dry.

Lincoln nodded in understanding "tell me, do you have our money for last meeting" he asked as Sharp had pulled out an yellow envelope that was stuffed, he had slide it over the table where Lincoln had grabbed it and handed it to leni, she had opened it and looked though it before looking at Lincoln and nodded her head.

"Alright Mr. Sharp it seem everything is all sorted out, I will have one of my friends bring you the money, try not to kill them, OK" Lincoln said making Sharp smile happily and hald out his hand for Lincoln which he had took, they had both shook each other hand's.

"Here to new money" Sharp smiled

"And new ties" Lincoln smiled as they had looked each other in the eye.

The sound of yelling and gun fire had filled the building making the 4 jumped as everyone had ducked down while Sharp had pulled out his gun and went by the door, Lincoln had pulled out his gun as well "is it the police!?" Lincoln yelled

"No it can't be, they have no reason to come after us!" Sharp yelled as after a few moments everything had went quiet.

"Let's go, you lead to way" Lincoln told Sharp as Sharp had slowly opened the door and quietly walked out, with Lincoln and his sister's following behind, he had cross the corner and took a deep breath as he slowly walked down the second set of stairs that lead to the master staircase, his eye's widened as he saw the whole room was a bloodbath as body pieces was everywhere, he gulped as stood at the top of the staircase.

"L-lincoln we have to get out of here" Sharp told Lincoln as he took a step before he was shot in the back of the knee, making him yelled and lose his balance, resulting in his falling down the stairs and slamming on the floor.

Sharp looked back up at the stairs and slowly Lincoln slowly coming down the, pointing his gun at him "you son of a bitch, you sold me out didn't you!" Sharp yelled making Lincoln chuckle and shake his head.

"No, far from it actually... Look around" Lincoln told him as Sharp had looked around and saw 8 girls and a bady was surrounding him, each had a some sort of gun or sword that was dripping with blood from it.

"W-what!?" Sharp said as he looked around before another gun shot had went off making Sharp yelled and hold his already shot leg, looking at Lincoln "w-what going on!" He yelled

"Let me put it for you simply, we know how you trying to rob us blind, we also know how you tried to kill our parents, and to put it simply you are nothing but a waste of time for us" Lincoln said as he shot Sharp ear, making him yelled in pain hold his bleeding ear "if you want to live to see another day than you are going to go back to your office and get me the rest of our money because I know that half of that shit in the envelope is mostly just counterfeits" he said making Sharp growl at him.

"F-fine I will get your damn money" Sharp growled as he tried to stand up only to yell and drop to a knee "I will get you little shits back after this" he said though clenched teeth as everyone had watch him limp up the stairs, everyone watched until they wasn't able to see him before they had left, walking out to the limo.

"Did everyone do as plan" Lincoln asked making everyone nod their head's making Lincoln pulled out a cigarette and light it "good job now let's go" he said as everyone had gotten into the car as Lincoln took a puff before slowly blowing out smoke and flicked the cigarette into the air and gotten into the car and drove off.

The cigarette had dropped to the ground and immediately started a chain reaction, since the girls had pour gasoline all over the inside of the building after they was done killing the guards, and it was all connection to a small pool of gasoline that was out outside, waiting to be set off.

The group had drove away as some had watched the building slowly becoming engulfed in flames, there was even explosions, making the house blow up, all while one of a girl had started to laugh madly as she watched "I guess Mr. Sharp had went out in a blaze of glory!" She said while laughing, the other had shook their heads but had a small smile on their face.

"It time we take what is ours, no matter the cost" Lincoln said making everyone nod in agreement as they drove though the city.

So that the end of it, I might make some more stories about this but always I just glad I made a new au, hopefully I can get some art and stuff.

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