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[simpforfandoms]

Never Love Again

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thanks y’all so much here’s some angst bc I’m a little angst whore, also requests are open so please request I'm running out of ideas

part 2

pairing: Jason Todd x reader (i don’t think any gender is specified)

genre: angst

summary: Jason Todd’s death has left a mark on you

word count: 1251

warnings: death, descriptions of abuse (kinda). I did not proof read this

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April 27th, that's when he died.

wish I could, I could've said goodbye

His funeral was held at the Gotham City cemetery. He was buried in the Wayne plot. You know he would much rather be buried next to Catherine Todd. Not Martha and Thomas Wayne, people that he didn’t even know. Bruce invited you to the funeral. When you arrived it was filled with people Jason didn’t even know. People that he wouldn’t want there. The funeral was a glorified press conference. Bruce used the funeral to explain his wards death. Of course he couldn’t tell them the truth. That Jason Todd died a hero. It infuriated you to see Bruce fabricate a whole story to keep the truth away from the public. It infuriated you that the Joker was still on the lose after what he did to Jason. It infuriated you that the whole world sees Jason as an immature child. It infuriated you that you didn’t stop him from going.

if I knew it would be the last time

You knew that him trying to find his birth mother would be dangerous, but somehow he convinced you that it would be okay. You made the mistake of trusting him. With a goodbye kiss he walked out the door. That was the last time you saw him alive. If you would’ve known it would be the last time, you’ve would’ve held him tighter. Kissed him longer. Begged him not to go. But at last the past is the past.

I would've broke my heart in two

tryna save a part of you

When Bruce told you the story of how he died, you laughed a bittersweet laugh. Of course it was like Jason to try to save someone that he barley knew. You only wish that Jason could be seen as the hero he truly is.

 I wanna pretend that it's not true

You didn’t believe he was dead at first. Even going as far to make Bruce take you to the morgue where his body was. When you saw him you couldn’t contain your self. You broke out in a sob, holding his lifeless body, begging for him to come back. Anything. Bruce had to drag you off. It was evident that it wasn’t a fast painless death. It was slow excruciating death. The love of your life didn’t deserve to die like that. No one did.

that you're gone

At the end of the service Dick came up to you to offer his condolences. You find it ironic that Dick, the person who resented Jason from the beginning, now suddenly cared for him. You tried to be nice to him. Put on a brave face. You know that’s what Jason would’ve wanted. He wouldn’t want you to cry over him. But just because you didn’t cry doesn’t mean you weren’t in pain.

cause my world keeps turning and turning

Years after his death and you still weren’t over it. You’ve went off to college, graduated, got a job at a boring tech company across the country, but yet everyday you thought about him. You only did all those things because you knew Jason would want you to continue living your life. You’ve been in countless dates none of them ever filling that Jason Todd sized whole hole in your heart. Maybe part of it is that you don’t want to move on. You don’t want to forget the time you had with him. You don’t want to know another kiss. You don’t want to feel another touch. You don’t want to give your heart away to another stranger. You’ll never love again. You’ve rather wait to be reunited with him in whatever afterlife he’s in.

and I'm not moving on

Jason lived in the apartment across from you. It was just you and your dad and Jason and Catherine. Your dad was hardly home but when he was he was either passed out drunk or hitting you drunk. You saw Jason every morning when you left to head to school. Jason never went to school, he would stay home taking care of Catherine. He would stare at you. A part of him was jealous. You got to live a life he never could. Eventually you got tired of his cold stares and confronted him.

when we first met

“Would you please stop staring at me” You said

Jason was stunned for a moment he had never heard your voice before. Angelic was how he would’ve described it. Regaining his composure he said, “Don’t flatter yourself”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” you rolled your eyes and continued the journey.

I never thought that I would fall

That was the first time of many you talked. Over the years you and Jason became best friends of some sort. When Catherine died, you were there for him. When he would come home with bruises and scrapes from stealing you would patch him up. When your dad got to be to much he would let you stay over at his apartment. When you he was adopted by Bruce Wayne you were heartbroken having to see him go. But you were happy that he got to leave this horrid place. He deserved the world. You still remember the day when he told you he was leaving. You two were sitting side by side on the rooftop of the building.

I never thought that I'd find myself lying in your arms

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave and never see me again?” You said voice cracking turning towards him

Jason eyes soften, he pauses, “you know I could never go one day without seeing you” trying to lighten the mood

“Jason you’re gonna go live in a mansion across the city. Be realistic.”

“C’mon y/n quit being a Debbie downer. I promise you I will always make time to see you” he said

You search his eyes trying to find any hint of dishonesty but you find nothing. You close your eyes and sigh, “I’m gonna miss you Jay”

“I know.” He said pulling you into a hug

don't want to feel another touch

Jason did keep his promise. You were enrolled in Gotham Academy with Jason. Probably because of a certain Wayne. You ended up seeing Jason everyday and spending frequent nights at the manor.

Your and Jason’s friendship eventually blossomed into more, slowly but surely. One day he came through your window all beaten and bloody in his robin costume. You freaked out at first until you realized it was just Jason.

“Jason what the fuck?” You whisper-yelled

don't want another name falling off my lips

He just groaned in response. You quickly grabbed the first aid kit and patched him up. He flinched at each stitch.

"Jay I need you to stop flinching"

"It hurts." He moaned

You hummed in response.

"Kiss the pain goodbye" Jason said abruptly.

You blanked out for a minute. A million thoughts flooded your brain. You thought it was joke. There was no Jason could feel the same way about you. Oh but he did. You were proven this when Jason pulled you down into a kiss.

I don't wanna know this feeling unless it's you and me

A bittersweet memory. Robin brought you together but also brought you apart. That's all you can think about before falling asleep.

don't want to give my heart away to another stranger or let another day begin won't even let the sunlight in oh I'll never love again

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part 2

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[lutawolf]

Love In the Air Ep 11 Review & Running Commentary

My previous reviews and commentary can be found here. One thing I want to talk about is that a lot of people think Pai is too persistent. We are talking about fantasy guys. MAME writes what survivors dream about. We have very high and thick walls. We are brisk and tough to the point we often feel unlovable. It will take someone persistent to get through/over the moat we have around ourselves. Remember, I threw away my husband's number away four times and only took it on the fifth. I'm not saying that the way Pai went about thing is not problematic, I'm saying that in a survivor's fantasy. He damn attractive.

So we left off with a sleep over in which Pai slept on the floor. They both stared adoringly at their palms. This series starts with Pai in his office working. His work wife might not kill him. Oh, she making a play. LOVE the look coming from work wife. Love the sound effects, yeah sorry hun. He's gone. You don't stand a chance.

Look at that bite... Oh me likes. "I suggest using the phone instead of staring at it." also "Since your mom says you've been tamed."

"Everyone acting like you are in control of me." If this is the exact wording. That some interesting turn of phrase. His smile says he doesn't care if everyone thinks that. Niiiiiice. Here we go. We are seeing Pai be persistent. Honestly if Pai is a Dom even a switch, he got some Primal in there. He enjoys this too much not to. Pai starts naming off food to Sky and sky teases him to go to Beijing. Oh don't think he won't Sky. Have you met the determined boy? Love it! "Don't dare me."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Sky told him he wanted stewed eggs. He essentially consented to him coming over. There is a big ass crack in that wall. Hahahah! "Looks like I really am under his control. voluntarily" Lets see how things unfold but we might be dealing with a switch couple. Awwww, he staring at his palm. So is Sky! Woot! Awww, grumpy boy is upset it's fading.

Here comes dorky Rain. Love the boy but he a dork. Did he really hold that poster up to his eye?! 🤣🤣🤣 This stupid act of his!! You know damn well he knows but he over here teasing. Read my palm too! 🤣 At least I hope he is teasing... He can't be that stupid right? OH yeah Sky got some Sadist in him. Sky for sure being a Dom here and look how Rain is nodding. I love this D/s friendship soooooo much!!! At this moment, I need to take the time to apologize. I'm apologizing to the person who sent me an ASK about Sky being Dom. I laughed and was like "NO!" because I was basing my opinion on the book. To which he is not but they are clearly making this a D/s friendship in which Sky is the Dom. So he is a switch. I'm sorry! When I'm wrong, I say I'm wrong.

Here come Pai with the food! And here comes nosey land lady. He knows exactly who to butter up, doesn't he. The person always in the know. HAHAHAHA, not that little douche canoe! Telling her that they are but not to tell anyone because Sky is shy. I'm dead. You are not very good at keeping secrets. No, you are not. Ohhhh, I should have called you demon. Look at you scoring a copy of the key. You a smooth operator. I love that she at least owns it. "There are no such things as secrets." Ahh that fucking smile on his face and thanking her for spreading the news. He so conniving and proud of himself.

Aww, look at sleepy baby and Pai drove two hours for his baby. Okay, this is fucking cute. The way he cups his cheek and asks him if he got sleep. Sky being all soft. Now they are in the apartment and Sky is too tired to open the bag. Pai finding him all kinds of adorable. This man gone! Yeah ain't no saving this man, he is feeding him. And he is doing dishes. 👀👀👀 Now look at him telling him to go to bed. He is telling him, no suggestion and now guiding him to bed. More and more I'm thinking these bitches are switches. "Change your clothes first." There is no asking, it's a command. Sky easily listens and just does it. Also notice he isn't uncomfortable with Pai undressing him. He isn't sick, he is just tired but in that tired state if he didn't trust Pai this would be a trigger. "You still waited for me even though you were this sleepy." See, Pai ain't no Dummy Dummy. Sky wanted to because he knew Pai was coming and that he would have to open the door. He could have called and cancelled but he wanted to see him. Now look at him cuddling into Pai. He's sleepy but he is talking coherently. This is trust guys. Otherwise everything right here would cause some ptsd.

Ohhhh, he told Pai that his drawing on his palm is fading. Asking him what he should do. Ugh, so fucking cute. The moment Pai realizes he has got his prey at least by the tail. Oh damn, that kiss and that hand going right for skin. I'm all verklempt. OH OH OH! It was a hallucination caused by cum blockage. Clearly the desperate man is seeing mirages. So he settle for kissing his palm instead, and a face sniff. Cute! A cheek kiss and then he leaves.

I love Pai's mom! Ha! look at his brother calling him out. Drew it yourself, his ass. 🤣🤣🤣 I love how laid back Pai is. It's really what Sky needs, someone who is passionate in bed but isn't easily upset.

Oh, Damn. Sky wrong tone! Pai is gonna come racing. Aww, look at how concerned Pai is, even turning Sky around to look at him. See you guys. Pai is so laid back. He gives Sky a look, see that look on his face. He mad but there is no yelling. He doesn't do anything to startle Sky. He very calmly says " you called me here to work." Sky is like, oh shit, but I need help! Sky begins freaking out. Pai grabs both arms... ohhh this could be a trigger but nope it just gets Sky's attention. Pai's voice is slightly louder but not a yell. I never heard it get higher than Sky's own voice, more like he is pitching it to be heard. Okay, here is a Dom voice. "I don't mind you calling me here. I can come no matter how far I have to drive. But could you at least tell me? You called me and sounded like you were crying. You didn't answer your phone. Have you ever thought that I might be worried?" Takes a calming breath. "I might be a psychotic stalker in your eyes." See even he can see he is a bit much. Doesn't mean he'll stop or that we want him to. "But please understand how worried I am of you." Look at Sky, he isn't interrupting but listening. "I'm sorry." "Forget it. I could only blame myself." "P'Pai, I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sorry."

When all else fails. Kiss him. We know that works. It short circuits his brain. We see *Act A Fool* *Act A Fool* *Act A Fool* circling his head where stars should be.

He tells him sorry once again. "Don't be mad at me." Oh baby boy, don't worry. You've got this one by the balls. "Please help me. Pretty please." OMG look at him pulling the "You're cute when you smile." I fucking love Sky. Look at Sky going all soft. His walls are starting to soften. We got more than a crack now. Look at Sky getting all upset that Pai hurt himself. Oh damn Pai, I know you upset but you just upset your baby. Look at that face when you yanked your hand away. Dude, not gonna lie, this is totally how I act when I am mad. I keep a very tight control of my temper. If I get to yelling point, just run. This is much more me and this is exactly how my husband acts with much more jokes thrown in. Cause both him and the kids have figured out that if I laugh, I can't stay mad. Real quick let's talk about Sky's shirt... More than friends but less than lovers. LOVE IT!

Oh, Pai asleep in the bed without a shirt and Sky sliding in to lay next to him. Okay then. He upgrading. Inner dialogue. He doesn't want Pai to be mad at him any more. Oh damn, he really upgraded cause Sky getting close. Ahh there we go, touching. See touching is funny. If not done right it causes flash backs but if done right it can help keep them at bay.

Now that Boo boy got some sleep he is less in his feels. Tells Sky to catch some more sleep. Look how happy Sky is that his head is getting patted again. Then he drives him to school on the bike. Bet that was a pain in the ass. Sky apologizes once again.

"Let me punish you with a kiss." "Crazy." "What it's a punishment." "You think it's funny." "Wanna hear me laugh." Huge smile and then assures him that he isn't angry anymore. See, he just had to take the time to think it through. See the positives that Sky thought of him just like other students think to call their boyfriends to help with school projects. Bet Rain uses Payu. In more ways then one. "Besides the reword is worth it." "What a cheap reward." Damn see how much value he puts on himself. Sky is struggling with some serious self esteem issues. Again, this is very normal for a SA survivor. "Working all night in exchange for one kiss." "Everyone places different value on different things." "To me, you are priceless." See, he is just what Sky needs. "You can always call me when your in trouble. Explain to me first, don't scare me like yesterday." "Okay." and Sky nods. Guideline understood and heard.

So, Pai, are you okay? Are you okay, Pai? You've been hit by. You've been struck dumb by A smooth criminal. "I've received my punishment, get home safe." AHAHAHA "Can you do it one more time? I wasn't prepared!" "Just leave already!" 🤣🤣🤣

I know you are not sitting there touching your lip. You simp. Nah, I'm gonna shut up cause you deserve this. Go on then.

SEE!!!! Payu had to help Rain!!! That is what you do. You ask for help from your partner. The coconut is totally clueless to his friend because he is just as fucking gone. HAHAHA, what's wrong with you. How dare you not call Rain out, he is clearly expecting it. There are requirements in D/s friendships, when the brat is acting like a brat that's supposed to get some notice. 🤣🤣🤣 Fuck, I love these two together. "It's good you know. I was just trying to ignore you." But a brats gonna brat! You go Sky. You should brag about your man too. Go head then. Oh! Look at the brat breaking out the finger but I'm gonna let you cause this is fun. You fucking coconut are too easily distracted. You and the dog from Up got a lot in common. *squirrel*

Aww. He left him food. Sky knows his ship is sinking. It's okay though Pai is clearly gone too with all this food he is ordering. Oh, that girl got his number. She know that Pai wants Sky's texts. Oh, look at that flirting going on between text.

"He's so cute. I just want to eat him up." You should really get on with that. I mean, I don't know about Sky but I'm okay with it. Look at him deleting all the sneaky links. Ohhhh, that's so fucking cute!! I love it!!

Now Sky over here looking moon struck. Looking at the ugly ass drawing that his boyfriend drew and smiling. You are gutting me Sky, stop but seriously these are again, very typical SA survivor thoughts. He put that drawing on the wall. Seriously he did. So cute. "Then please shut your mouth." 🤣🤣🤣 Oh Pai, you got yourself in trouble. Now you gonna be punished. Oh Oh, look at that scared look on his face. Pai knows he is in deep shit now but he thinks he got a paddle.

I should not enjoy this moment as much as I do but I'm a Sadist so, I am. "Wouldn't it be easier if you just went home. Why are you putting in so much effort for a one night stand." "I told you that it wouldn't be easy to drive me away." I'm not the only one who is a sadist. "Then make it spotless." 🤣🤣🤣 Look at him trying to push him away. Good luck with that. I'm only saying that because I know you can't. As my bestie @victooooorious said. Sky saying "When will you get bored of me." is such a mood. "You want an honest answer or sweet words?" Come on, I think we all know what Sky will choose. "I don't know. I won't know until that day comes." See in the book, he doesn't see it happening but he also knows that Sky won't trust that. "But you'll get bored someday?" "What are you so scared of?" Then he pulls him near. "It's alright, I'll be here. I won't leave you." Ohh. We are getting inner dialogue. You said that so confidently. How much do you like him, Pai? "Okay, I give in." "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Please don't joke with me." "I meant exactly what I said. I won't stop you anymore." "Wait, I didn't do all this just to sleep with you." Look whose learned communication. Fuck boy no more. "Fine I want to do it but it's not the whole reason. I came here because I wanted to see you. I'm fine with just making out." Anybody else just fall in love with him. No just me? Okay then. "But it's nice if I could take your whole body." Okay, so a little fuck boy is still in here but HE RECOGNIZED IT! "I sound like a dick! Forget it!" "I'm not looking for just sex from you."

He's checking again. He is clearly wanting 100% consent this time, no confusion. Boy learning communication. "I'll take both your body and heart." So neither of these actors have any issues going for that nipple. Just want to point out that difference. Also that skill at unzipping those pants, yeah no it's not cause he is a boy. That's somebody who knows his way around it. Oh, this is without a doubt love making. They're both so committed to each other. "Pai, hurry up and get bored of me soon." I don't want my heart broken any more than it is. Meanwhile Pai is hearing, please don't ever get board of me. Because that's really what Sky is saying. He doesn't want you to ever get bored of him.

Yeah, you totally slept with him because you want him to stop pestering you. We believe you.

Ohh, the getting to know you stage. I'm not judging this order. Look after I didn't throw away hubby's number, I called him for a one night stand... It's turned into the longest one night stand of my life. I love that Sky can talk to Pai about his life with a smile. You know being alone at such a young age was tough, it's gonna have effects but he looks at the positives. Pai is also connected and asking important questions.

Ahh, and the nipple piercing is brought up. You can see the sensitivity on the face but it's also not overwhelming. Remember when I talk about how touch can trigger but when done right it can help block the triggers. It can help you talk about stuff that are normally painful. It's because your grounded in the here and now. It takes being skin to skin with someone you trust, just like aftercare for a sub drop.

Ohhh, look at that though. Pai doesn't want the nipple rings put in anymore. Nothing that will remind Sky of the ex. Did your dumb ass really ask if Sky still like him? Douche Canoe. Sky tries to pull back but Pai ain't having it. "I always come across assholes." "That's not true at all. You won't come across another guy like me even if you were reborn three times." "Your full of yourself." All the cute cuddling. Sky totally deserves it. "I'm so happy." Sky's like, that's nice, go shower. You stink. Yet, I'm gonna cuddle with the shirt that you cleaned in. "How could I get bored of you. All I do is fall for you more."

Ahhhhh.... He is waiting for Sky. Look how bashful Sky is and Sky immediately notices the pin. Fuck me but Rain is a white crayon. It's bad when Sig, SIG! is smarter than you. Go ask that auntie she know. I'm so fucking dead. I'm crying with laughter. These fucking lovely bunch of coconuts. 🥥🥥

If you don't like it then give me a hickey!!!!!!!!!! Yes, you absolutely should. "I love when you claim ownership."

Fuck this episode what so sweet it almost put me in a diabetic coma. What a way to go though. Hell to the yeah. Am I right or am I right!?

Okay so we only have two episodes left. I'm expecting the next one to kill us. I will not even look at anything until I've gotten a trigger warning. I'll post for you guys. For those of you risking it, if your a survivor please buddy watch. If you do get triggered it's helpful to have someone there to ground you. See you guys next week, hope you enjoyed this. This is dedicated as always to the Coconut Mafia for the constant support and love. Special shout out to @notfreetoday @ellaspore @thebirkenstocksocialist @tleighblack @tabbygray and @hael987

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IATCOD Chap. 5; Reunions in Rivendell

*Author’s note*

Alright guys like I mentioned before in the last chapter, you guys are not officially all caught up on what I’ve written so far in the sequel of my Celestial oc tolkien story. I’ll try to get chap.6 up asap after I do some requests as well as get started on my future Eddie Munson fic WOOT WOOT (really looking forward to that one). 

Some really sweet moments will be read in this part b/t Hela and Bilbo (since they have such a sweet friendship with one another both in here and from what I wrote in the first book). Hope you all enjoyed this sequel binge reading and until next time!!

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A lot was calmer in the remaining week that followed. Arwen arrived with Aragorn and the three remaining Hobbits, and the first thing that Sam had asked Elrond and myself was where Frodo was and how he was doing.

Lord Elrond told him that Frodo was going to be alright and all he needed was some rest.  And from the time he arrived, Sam hardly ever left Frodo’s bedside (the only time he left were to eat and sleep).  In that time I gave a little tour to Merry and Pippin who were in pure awe at the beauty that was Rivendell (and at the Autumn too, as I said before I thought Rivendell had a more heavenly glow during the Autumn season).

It was also where we were reunited with none other than Bilbo Baggins.

“Merry is that…”

“All be a…it’s Mr. Bilbo.” Merry said.

“But what’s he doing all the way here with the Elves?” asked Pippin.

“Bilbo felt like he needed some peace and quiet away from the Shire. So Lord Elrond had given Bilbo permission to come to Rivendell and stay here anytime he wanted.” I explained.

“Do you think we can go speak to him?” asked Merry.

“I think it’d be wise to just leave him be for now. Besides, I think if I recall from my visit to the kitchens, the cooks are preparing a very special meal for you all and….”

“Special meal!?” the cousins chorused out.

“Pardon us Hela but we uhh—we gotta go.” Merry said.

“Yes, yes we uhh—have very important business to attend to. That’s not here. So umm….we best be going.” Pippin added.  Soon Merry and Pippin ran off towards the kitchen halls. I shook my head laughing softly.

“A hobbit’s one true love.” I then walked over towards the garden where Bilbo was sitting at with his famous book in hand.  I walked up to a column and gently knocked on it. He turned towards me and a soft smile spread across his face.

“Hela my dear friend.” He greeted me.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all, come sit down. I needed a bit of a break anyways. These old hands aren’t what they used to be, especially nowadays.” In the span of the 17 years since I last saw him, without the Ring in his possession Bilbo now appeared older.

His dusting greyish hair had now gone pure white, his wrinkles deepened and more profound but there was a sense of relief that had been lifted off his shoulders, and his eyes had that same twinkle they did when I first met him.

“How is Frodo doing? I’ve been asking around but the Elves have not told me anything.” He asked me.

“Frodo’s going to be alright. He’s now resting and recovering his strength.” I assured him with a gentle pat on his wrinkly hand.  Bilbo sighed heavily and I saw there was a sad look in his eye.

“If only I had known what it was I had found in that cave. If only I had known what it truly was, I’d never would’ve gifted it to Frodo. He nearly died because of it.” He said as he stood up and slowly paced around in front of me.

“I know it’s easy to blame yourself Bilbo. Believe me I’ve been there. But there’s no sense on changing what has already happened. Be thankful that it was you and not someone far worse. Any of the goblins or even the goblin King himself could’ve found it. Or Azog. Bolg. But it was you and you alone. And that alone gives me comfort.”

“But at the expense of Frodo’s life? Of—of yours?” Bilbo trailed off looking at me briefly before turning away.  I tilted my head at him and walked over to him and knelt down in front of him.

“What do you mean at the expense of my life Bilbo?” the glimmer of tears in his eyes as he tried to not look me in the eye.  

“I must ask this of you Hela and please don’t try to lie to make an old Hobbit feel good. But I must know—when……when we left you behind at Laketown, the reason why you got so sick. Was it my fault? Did me having the Dark Lord’s ring make you that ill?”

“Oh Bilbo……have you held onto that thought ever since that day?”

“At first I thought nothing of it. But when Gandalf and Balin last visited me, and Gandalf told us the reason for your sickness, I….I began to ponder on just how it was possible. When I came here and was told of my ring being the One Ring it all became clear to me.” A tear slid down his face. I wiped it away.

“Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins look at me.” His lip trembled and like before throughout the quest, his nose made that adorable little twitch before he finally worked the courage to look me in the eye.  “What happened back in Mirkwood was something else entirely. It was Sauron himself that tried to possess my body, not because of the Ring. I want you to understand what happened to me that day was not your fault, nor is it your fault that Frodo got hurt. The Ring—has a will of its own and it will do anything to get back to its Master.”

I cupped the side of Bilbo’s face as I gingerly stroked his cheek with my thumb.

“As I said, I’m grateful that it was not a race of evil that found the Ring all those years ago. And for so long you fought against it’s evil. Never before have I seen that happen.”

“But my actions before I left…..”

“Manipulation caused by the Ring. It took it’s time to try and corrupt your heart. But even then you’ve been resisting it, up until that night. But I hold no grudge nor resentment for what you said. You needed help before it was too late, and you passed the test. A test that no one could ever pass before.” I said as I continued to stroke his cheek.  He came closer to me and embraced me as tightly as his old strength could muster.

“You truly have grown wiser in your years Hela.”

“I had a great teacher to help me realize that there is always Hope in every dark cloud.” I thought back to Cain and his teachings. I hugged my dear little friend back and kissed the top of his head as I gently rocked him back and forth.

After awhile we went back to the bench where he book sat and I asked him.

“Do you think now is a good time for me to finally read the illustrious book you’ve been so hellbent on writing?” I asked him.

“As sticky and nosy as Frodo is at times.” He chastised me playfully.  “But—yes. In fact you’ll be the first to read it.” He handed me the red-leather bound book and I opened it up and read out loud.

“‘There and Back Again: A Hobbit’s tale by Bilbo Baggins.’” I opened it up and began to read through the entire book.  The words of our quest to Erebor and its history ran through my mind like a moving picture, the pictures and maps he drew pulled me into the world.  “Oh Bilbo this is beautiful.”

“I meant to go back you know. Wander the palace of Mirkwood, visit Laketown. See the Lonely Mountain again. But age it seems has finally caught up with me.” He said with a slight groan at the end.

“Oh you’d love it Bilbo. Laketown especially. Bain and Sigrid saw to it themselves that it was returned to its former glory in the golden days so long ago. And it was Sigrid and her husband that formed a new type of Government so that there would never again be a greedy Master. I believe they call it—a democracy. Where the people decide who is fit to run the city. And they do annual elections every five years.”

“Incredible. And what of Erebor. Have you ever returned to the Lonely Mountain since you left it?”

“A few times after my 20 year training and healing with my teacher. I would mostly go there during Durin’s Day, got to see our old friends of the Company. Wish I’d visited more but—the duty of a Celestial and all.”

“I do hope that one day when all of this is over, you’ll finally be happy. Perhaps settle down with a man. You never did say if you had a special someone to go back to.” I turned away and rubbed my naked left wrist.

Nope, still not there Hela. Remember you gave it back to him. But there’s not a day I don’t regret doing so.

“It uhh—it didn’t work out between us.”

“Didn’t work out, or not the proper time?” I looked at the cheeky little Hobbit.

“Whose getting nosy now Master Baggins?” I teased him with a nudge and leaned my forehead on top of his.  He softly chuckled and said.

“I may be old but I’ve seen a great deal of love stories in the Shire. And there’s more to your love story than what you’re admitting. But I will not press you for the details. But if you do ever come across this fellow of yours again, talk to him. Tell him the real reason why it couldn’t work out rather than the excuse you probably gave to him. And if he takes you back, you’ll know your love is true.”

“And if I do tell him the truth, if he does not accept me back? Or cannot afford to love me again? What would you have me do then?”

“Then he’d be a fool of a man to not accept you back. My years of knowing you, you have been nothing but kind, brave, loyal, and always had a reason for doing the things you did. I’ve grown fond of you Hela and I’d hate to see you go through life without finding the love you said you once shared with this special someone.” I cupped Bilbo’s face in my hand and whispered to him.

“Thank you for the kind words Bilbo. I wish you could’ve found that special someone to share in your adventures.”

“I knew I was never a Hobbit to find love. I fell in love with the adventure I had. With the Company, Gandalf, and you.” We smiled at one another and I continued to read through his book until the sun began to set and the moon rose over Rivendell.

The next day on the 23rd of October, Gandalf soon arrived to Imladris.  But when I saw him, his face was stained with dirt and blood (much like when he arrived to Dale) and a look of fear was upon his face.

“Gandalf!” I called out to him.  I raced down the steps and he turned to me as we both embraced one another.  “What’s happened to you? Did orcs capture you again? Or Sauron?”

“I will explain everything later Hela, where is Frodo?”

“He—he was injured Gandalf. Stabbed by the Witch-king Angmar himself.” A look of shock and despair came across his face as he stepped back from me.

“A Morgul blade.” He replied grimly.

“But he’s alright. I brought him here and Lord Elrond and I saw to it that he would be spared from the Darkness. He’s on the mend now.” He sighed with relief.

“The speed of the Sound Celestials is a blessing from above. Thank you Hela.” He said patting my shoulder.  “But now I must speak with you and Lord Elrond. There is even grimmer news that must be shared with you.”

“Last I saw Lord Elrond he was in his studies with his two sons.”

“Great follow me. This news cannot be delayed any longer.” He said ominously as we headed towards the studies.

When we arrived, just as I said Lord Elrond was speaking with his twin sons Elladan and Elrohir.

“Mithrandir!” the boys chorused together.

“Elladan, Elrohir.” Gandalf bowed in respect as the boys greeted him back.  “Lord Elrond. I must call a secret White Council meeting.” Elrond’s brow slightly furrowed as he said to his sons.

“Leave us my sons. The Lady Celestial, Mithrandir and I must talk in private.”

“Yes father.” The boys said before leaving us alone.

“Gandalf, to suddenly call a White Council meeting this late is most irregular.”

“It must just be between us three. For you two are unaware of the treachery that now lies in Middle Earth.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Saruman the White has joined forced with the Dark Lord Sauron.” Lord Elrond and I both looked at Gandalf in horror and shock.

No. This—this cannot be.  A Wizard turned to evil? Wh-why would Saruman agree to join forced with Sauron? What would he have to gain in siding with him?  He was already the greatest of the Istari, one of the head seats of the White Council, and took base at Isengard.  What more could Saruman want?

“Gandalf, are you absolutely sure?” Lord Elrond asked him firmly.

“He told me so himself.” Elrond walked a short foot away from Gandalf and myself pondering this ill news.

“All these years and he could’ve been spilling secrets of us, of our plans to move against Sauron when he revealed himself 77 years ago.” I spoke my worries.  “Saruman would know it all. What would he have to gain in return by siding with that monster?”

“Not for power or greed, he feared that the Dark Lord’s strength is too great even for us. And in order to be spared from it, we have no choice but to follow him.” Gandalf said to me.  I walked over to him and placed my hand over his bleeding temple and healed it up, he patted my wrist and gave me a warm smile.  “We’ll discuss this matter later, for now I wish to see Frodo.”

“Gandalf.” Lord Elrond tried to speak up.

“I allowed Frodo to carry this burden, I must see to him when he awakes. Hela, come with me.” As Gandalf walked away, Elrond and I looked at each other.

“When Frodo awakes, I’ll send him straight to you.”

“Hela.” He reprimanded me.  “If it is true of Saruman’s betrayal, this issue cannot wait. With the Ring here, Sauron’s eye will soon be fixed on Rivendell.”

“I know. I’m sorry Lord Elrond, but Gandalf needs to know Frodo will awake. You know how much of a kind heart he has, especially towards the Hobbits.”

“Like another person I know.” He said eyeing me.  I gave him a slight smile.

“I promise, as soon as Frodo is awake and on his feet, we’ll discuss this matter further on.” I left the study and headed towards the healing wings where Gandalf was just about to start smoking his pipe and once again right at his bedside was Samwise Gamgee.  “Have you at least gotten something to eat Sam?” I asked him.

“I had me some eggs and potatoes.” He said bluntly before turning his attention back to Frodo.  But at that moment we heard his stomach growl.

“A meal such as that wouldn’t cause your stomach to growl like a starving wolf.” I reprimanded him softly.

“Ever since leaving Bree my food schedule’s been all jumbled up. My stomach is still on my old feeding schedule.” I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my brow at him.  “Alright so I haven’t ate anything since this morning. But how can I eat when Mr. Frodo hasn’t awaken yet?”

“We understand your worry for Frodo, Sam. But the wound he took is more than getting a splinter or falling from a tree. The weapon was of pure evil and darkness.” Gandalf said to him.

“That’s what Strider said, and that only Elvish medicine could help him. Never have I felt or seen Frodo in that shape or manner before.” I walked over to Sam and placed my hands onto his shoulders.

“He’s strong. Much like Bilbo. But take comfort that he was able to be spared from the poison running through his veins.”

“Wouldn’t have happened without you Miss Hela.” He said looking up at me.

“I love Frodo as much as you, Merry and Pippin do. Seeing him like that—I knew I couldn’t stay in the form I was in.”

“The form you were—the hawk. That was you wasn’t it?” I nodded.  “But why were you—”

“A good question for another time. For now, it would be best for you to actually find you something to eat. It is almost luncheon time for you Hobbits anyways. Hela and I will keep watch over Frodo until you return.”

“Yes Mr. Gandalf. And….you’ll send word if he wakes, right?”

“Of course Sam dear. Go, run along now.” I gently nudged him and he walked out of the room, keeping his eye on Frodo until the last second. I softly chuckled and shook my head. “The loyalty he has over our dear Frodo.”

“Indeed. Even at a young age wherever Frodo went, Sam was right there at his side.” I sat down where Sam was just at and stroked Frodo’s dark curls.

“We’re all waiting for you Frodo. We’re all right here.” I whispered to his very soul that was still in the veil of the inbetween.

The next day at 10 o’clock Gandalf and I were right by Frodo’s bedside once more (ever since the sun rose) and finally the miracle we’ve all been waiting for.

“Where am I?” Frodo quietly moaned out after briefly tossing and turning his head.

“You are in the house of Elrond. And it is 10 o’clock in the morning, on October the 24th if you want to know.” Gandalf said. Frodo opened his eyes and said both our names.

“Gandalf. Hela.”

“Yes Frodo dear, we’re here.” I said with a soft smile and stroked his cheek softly.

“And you’re lucky to be here too. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. But you have some strength in you, my dear Hobbit.” Gandalf said as he smoked his pipe.  Frodo sat up but his face grimaced at the wound on his shoulder.

Unfortunately a wound such as that will never fully heal. I’m told that long ago shortly before I was born, one of my sisters on Thena’s side suffered a wound just like Frodo and though she was able to be spared, she never fully recovered.  And for that she could only find solace in the shores of Valinor, so she sailed West to the Undying Lands to be with the Elves, one of the first few Celestials ever welcomed to their shores.

I tried to help Frodo feel as comfortable as possible and he gave me a slight nod before turning to Gandalf and asked.

“What happened Gandalf? Why didn’t you meet us?”

“Oh I am sorry Frodo.” Gandalf said solemnly.  “I was delayed. A friendship with Saruman is not lightly thrown aside.” Frodo turned towards me and I gave him a solemn look.  He turned back to Gandalf who seemed to be lost in his thoughts about Saruman’s betrayal.

Sure it came as a shock to both Elrond and I but I cannot imagine what is going through Gandalf’s mind.  After all the Istari were formed together by strength and magic together. To take a vow amongst themselves to protect and preserve goodness and peace (much like my kin).  And to be betrayed by one of their own—I can only imagine the heartbreak, and sorrow that is in Gandalf’s heart right now.

“Gandalf? What is it?” Gandalf came out of his thoughts and assured Frodo.

“Nothing Frodo.” All was quiet until a voice spoke up from the door.

“Frodo.” The sound of feet running toward us and soon joining me was Sam.  “Frodo!” he exclaimed.

“Sam.” Frodo said happily.

“Bless you you’re awake!” Sam exclaimed joyously.

“Sam here has hardly left your side.” I said wrapped an arm around Sam’s shoulders.

“We were that worried about you, weren’t we Mr. Gandalf? Miss Hela?”

“Indeed we were.” I said.

“By the skill of both Hela and Lord Elrond, you’re beginning to mend.” Gandalf said.  And it was at that moment, the Lord of Rivendell came forth and bid a warm welcome to Frodo.

“Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins.”

“Thank you, my lord Elrond.” Frodo thanked him with a bow of his head.

“If I may ask everyone to clear the room for a moment, I’d like to have a moment alone with Mr. Baggins to check his wound.” Sam was about to protest but I gave him a gentle squeeze of his shoulder.

“We’ll leave you to it my Lord Elrond.” I guided Sam away and Gandalf followed behind us.

“Is he going to be alright?” Sam asked me.

“Lord Elrond is one of the most skilled healers I’ve ever known. Taught not only by the elven lord Gil-Galad but also from the Celestial Prime herself. Frodo is in the best of care Sam, trust me.”

“I do Miss Hela. I just…..” he sighed deeply.

“I know Sam, I know.” I assured him with a hug.

As the day went on, Frodo was back on his feet and was reunited with Merry, Pippin and also with Bilbo so I had been told by Cain. Elrond, Gandalf and I were watching over Frodo and Sam from the hallway near the library.

“His strength returns.” Elrond said.

“That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life.” Gandalf said.

“And yet to have come so far still bearing the Ring the Hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil.” Elrond said as he walked away from us.

“It is a burden he should never have had to bear. Neither one of them.” I said.  “We can ask no more of Frodo.” I softly pleaded with Elrond.

“Hela, the enemy is moving. Sauron’s forces are massing in the East. His Eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman you say Gandalf has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin.” Elrond lectured me.

“His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orcs with Goblin-men he’s breeding an army at the caverns of Isengard.” Gandalf explained to us.  My eyes widened as Gandalf continued to explain, “An army that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring. And unfortunately for you as well Hela.”

“I knew this day would come.” I sighed grimly.

“This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight off both Mordor and Isengard!” Elrond softly hissed.  As Gandalf turned his back to us Elrond continued, “Gandalf, the Ring cannot stay here.”

“So what is to be done?” I asked.

“This peril belongs to all Middle-earth. They must decide now how to end it.” Elrond said to me.  “The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we’ve gone? The Dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches, they care nothing for the troubles of others.”

“And though I have grown stronger and wiser I am still only one Celestial. I alone cannot be the one to govern Middle-Earth, I’m just it’s protector and guide.” I explained.

“I know Hela, and I wouldn’t dare ask such a burden onto you. You’ve done far too much, even more than what we deserve.” Gandalf said placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.  He then turned to Lord Elrond and said, “It is in Men that we must place our hope in.”

“Men?” Lord Elrond asked incredulously.  “Men are weak. The race of Men is failing.” Gandalf and I followed behind Elrond as we entered the library as he continued, “The blood of Númenor is all but spent, it’s pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of Men the Ring survives. I was there, Gandalf and Hela. I was there 3000 years ago…. When Isildur took the Ring, I was there the day the strength of Men failed. I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom…where the Ring was forged, the one place it could be destroyed.”

But as I know the hearts of Men are easily corrupted. Shortly after Isildur kept the Ring, I tried to reason with him but he would not listen and nearly had me killed (he had thought I wanted the Ring for myself when I wanted no part of such evil).

“It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure.” Elrond turned to us and continued, “Isildur kept the Ring. The line of Kings is broken. There’s no strength left in the world of Men. They’re scattered, divided, leaderless.”

“There is one who could unite them.” Gandalf said.  “One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor.” At his response Elrond’s face grew grim as he merely responded.

“He turned from the path a long time ago. He has chosen exile.”

“He may have chosen exile, but the time will come when he’ll have to lay claim to his birthright.” I said.

“You believe that Hela?” Elrond asked me.

“It came to an old friend of mine a long time ago, and now his descendants will continue to rule over Dale. Whether he wants it or not, Aragorn shall become King, when this is all over.”

“I’ve seen how you have put your faith into the World of Men more so than any race of Middle Earth Hela. For your sake, I hope you are right.”

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[mlobsters]

supernatural s6e7 family matters (w. andrew dabb, daniel loflin)

sad to report my little boop boop screenshot plugin that worked so well with netflix etc, does no more. hopefully they'll figure out how to get it going again. anyway, tedious way in firefox instead is better than nothing but makes my slow ass watching process even slower

CASTIEL This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler building.

DEAN All right, all right, quit bragging.

cute

synchronized head tilts looking vaguely confused dog

DEAN You're leaving?

CASTIEL I'm in the middle of a civil war.

DEAN You better tear the attic up, find something to help Sam.

CASTIEL Of course. Your problems always come first. I'll be in touch.

laughed out loud. i like snarky cas

this pointless manufactured animosity, i don't get it

now we've got a bit of a corporate default vibe desktop background. i need to tag all these for easy comparison. i'll show you no feelings, i'm changing my desktop background!

so like. it's not that i'm opposed to soulless!sam in general. i think there's a lot of interesting ideas there. but the issue i took with it that i was so worked up over was how dean and bobby behaved which to me felt incredibly out of character - primarily around the issue of sam being back for a year and no one telling dean. and then dean seemingly let that bit go easily. which thinking about like, how dean acted after everything with ruby. during the bad times and after accidentally letting lucifer out. he had a real hard time letting that go and trusting sam again. but the writers, they made sam be there and not there for a whole ass year, and more or less ignore the fallout because we've got a different focus right now. bah.

anyway, i like the spin this is taking. cards are finally on the table. we're not really sure where sam is gonna shake out. sam's trying, dean's trying, they're working together to see what (bad) grandpa is up to.

also happy to hear rick worthy's voice! he's great on the magicians btw, regular supporting character. lots of dry humor that he does so well.

did the two walking hamburgers think they wouldn't be noticed by mister alpha vampire

ALPHA VAMPIRE When your kind first huddled around the fire, I was the thing in the dark. Now you think you can hurt me? I have all night, boys.

that is one old ass vampire. but i always like those kind of origin stories. reminds me of the old guard, but way older lol. and more murdery

so do we find out now that he is definitely bad grandpa?

i see i see. not-as-bad-grandpa. 'poor life choices and working for the recently promoted crowley'-grandpa. i'm still kind of hazy on the logistics/timeline (like did crowley grab them both before anything had been arranged with grandpa?) and motivation... i'm vaguely aware of spn-purgatory but never knew crowley had his eyes on it.

pretty lighting

CROWLEY Was a punk-ass crossroads demon. Now? King of hell. Believe me, I've got the mojo. I snap my fingers, Sam gets his soul back. Or you can be…you, and I shove Sam right back in the hole. Can't imagine what it's like in there… and I can imagine so many things. So, we clear? Me, Charlie… you, angels.

look at me not getting mad at an episode in s6, woot! 7th time's the charm. snorted, rolled my eyes, but minimal frustration.

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[maiwon]

💭12: woot woot he did it

you signed up for the vice president position in decelis academy as a joke, but the joke quickly faded when they announced you as the vice president. you decided to make an application and post it on your twitter account because you were tired of not having a love life outside of school. but what if the president of the student council sends you his application?

warnings: cursing?

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It was the day that the student council will hand out the roses. Jungwon was the first to get to the cafeteria. By coincidence, you were the next one who showed up.

Jungwon heard footsteps nearing him, causing him to look up. And he saw you, you were still beautiful as ever. Anyone who's seeing this happen can see the hearts in his eyes while he looks at you.

You gently tapped his shoulder, thinking he zoned out since you were calling out to him but he doesn't respond.

You tapped his shoulder again but this time, not so gentle. He flinched and looked at his shoulder. "You were zoning out, Won. Are you okay? Do you have a fever?" You bombarded him with questions, putting the back of your palm to check his temperature.

He immediately heated up when he felt your hand on his forehead. "A-ah no. I'm okay y/n, no fever" he replies, taking your hand off his forehead and smiling gently at you.

You loved how whenever he smiled, his dimple shows. You found it adorable. You smiled back at him and sat beside him.

"You know, I didn't know that you liked me. When you sent me the application that I made with information about you, I thought you were joking around and asked my friends for help." You laughed at the memory, resting your head on his shoulders.

He laughed with you, "that's what I thought as well. My friends didn't want to help me, but they did encourage me to send it to you whether a joke or not."

You looked at him and studied his face. He was pretty. Jungwon grabbed your hand from under the table and locked hands with you as he looked your way as well. Too busy staring at each other and smiling, you didn't notice chaeryoung and seongmin standing in front of the cafeteria.

Chaeryoung cleared her throat and that's when you and jungwon looked over at them. Seongmin gave you a nervous smile while chaeryoung was practically firing daggers at Jungwon with her glare.

Chaeryoung went over to the table you were sitting on and sat with you. Seongmin on the other hand, sat across the table, he didn't want to ruin the romantic moment between you and jungwon.

The rest of the student council arrived later on. All of you went to order your breakfast as you promised to spend time with them. The time went by with laughs and with you talking to them about prom.

note tumblr crashed on me while i was editing this 😍 No proofread el oh el .... missing en o'clock Btw dont . talk to me </3

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[chiwhorei]

the devil makes

pairing: benimaru shinmon x reader x joker/52

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: ~2.2k

tags: a touch of branding (he flicks his cigarette at you i just really don’t know how else to tag it), knifeplay (except it’s a playing card, only a smidge of blood), rough oral, face fucking, voyeurism, spit, anal, double penetration, degradation, spanking, belly bulge, it’s a little dubconny but not really?

a/n: my first full fire force piece woot woot! these two characters make me so fucking horny and when they shared the screen my pussy was completely inconsolable. thank you @messwriting and @10millionyearsdungeon for looking over this and always encouraging me.

hymn: wrong by MAX ft. lil uzi vert

you, and me, and the devil makes three.

“Why don’t you cut the shit and tell me what you want,” you pluck the cigarette from your caller’s lips, he presses his saccharine smile down at the edges to feign a pout.

You know better by now. Your legs hang on either side of Joker’s hips, his white dress shirt doing almost nothing to cover skin filled with a new flight of bites and bruises. The last set had just faded when you heard the tell-tale knock at your front door.

His timing is always impeccable, hat in hand and dipping under your doorway just as the wanton throbbing sizzles into a dull ache.

Deeply inhaling, nicotine breaches your throat and prickles past your lungs. You only ever smoke when he’s around. At this point, you’re not sure if it’s a necessity or a habit.

“Do I need a reason to visit my favorite girl?” His voice trails around your skin in tune with a wandering set of hands. It’s infuriating how easily your body relents to Joker’s fingerprints. You’ll feel them like scorch marks for days to come.

“I’m not your girl and I doubt I’m your favorite.” You bush off his quip, cigarette bobbing in your teeth before he pulls it from your mouth to drag. With a flick of his finger, ash falls like burning snow onto the juncture of your collarbone. You wince and fall forward into his chest.

“You’ve proven yourself the most useful, is that better?” Joker pulls you into a searing kiss, pushing tongue and smoke into your awaiting mouth.

“At least it’s more honest.” Joker laughs loudly, his head falling back against the mattress. Your pillows will smell like sage and campfire, you’ll pretend it doesn't lull you to sleep.

“I need your help to, achem, seal a deal of sorts. For the greater good of course.”

Eyes roll upwards, first with guffaw, but any argument melts with the feeling of his lips on a warpath from the angle of your jaw to the swell of your breast.

Joker promises to make it worth your while, in the ways you always seem to let him.

Against all better judgement.

* * *

“Well, Captain,” Joker presses a sharp ace against the curve of your collarbone, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake, “she’s a pretty little toy ain’t she?”

Pleasure coats your tongue, it tastes like blood and incense.

In the short time they’ve been acquainted, Benimaru has learned to be unsurprised with any impromptu meetings Joker could plan.

What Beni wasn’t expecting was your naked, flushed body on the lap of his new associate. He wants to complain about the purple eyed almost-stranger sitting in his private quarters, but any argument flounders for air as soon as you come into view.

You seem completely placid from your position against the anti-hero’s chest, awaiting further instructions with glassy eyes. Any shame you could ever muster lies in a heap of fabric six feet away. Joker always dresses you in something easy to tear off.

“You sure do make an interesting first impression, Joker.” The 7th’s captain walks forward in the dimly lit room, pushing his fingers against your hair and pulling back roughly to steal your undivided attention.

A pretty little toy indeed.

“We’re partners now, Beni,” you can feel Joker’s voice like honeyed venom from behind, every syllable drips against your shoulders, “and partners share.”

Joker flicks the playing card upward, twirling it in deft fingers. You watch his dexterity, the piece of glossy paper is pressed to your lipstick, dragging your bottom lip down slightly before pulling away. A signature painted in soft pink.

The hand on your hip, the one in your hair-- the feeling of two bodies enclosing on you like prey is overwhelming and salacious.

“Does he bring you to do all of his dirty work?” You’re spoken to for the first time, the grip in your hair lifting you from Joker’s lap.

“Only the dirtiest work suits me,” you hold your ground, voice dropping an octave to make both men shudder, “captain.”

Benimaru’s sneer is only an inch from your mouth, his proximity neering closer with every word falling past your lips. If you keep talking like this, Joker won’t want to share his toys anymore.

Pointer finger and thumb come up to cradle your chin, mouth parting with the smallest pressure. Your tongue lulls out slightly, an invitation punctuated with your eyes flitting from his stare to the deep set frown across his face.

The sound of Beni spitting hits your ears, the harsh put bounces against the bannisters. Warmth runs in an indecent trail from the tip to the fattest plane of your tongue.

“Don’t play coy, sweetheart, show ‘em what else you can do with that mouth.” Joker’s palm comes down on your ass cheek hard, a breathy yelp escapes to be swallowed by the man above you.

Beni moves to perch against the desk centered in the ever-condensing room, arms folded across his broad chest. The space feels cold without the body heat you had been stuck in between, you feel exposed fully for the first time since Joker snuck you into company seven.

There’s only a beat of self-cognizance before you’re pushed to the ground by a familiar set of calloused hands. You need no further direction, knees and palms straining against the hardwood as you inch forward.

By the time you’re kneeling in front of Benimaru, his cock is in a tight fist. He pumps himself in long strokes, smearing pre with his thumb to coat the throbbing head. His length is impressive, you can feel saliva pooling in under your tongue as you watch his hand move from base to tip.

The sight almost has you forgetting your manners.

“Will you fuck my mouth, Captain Shinmon?” There’s very little restraint left available behind his icy red irises. Joker sits back in the brown leather chair, a front row seat.

You feel the familiar burn against your scalp with Beni’s searing pull. The red tip hits your mouth and you’re positive a streak of lipstick finds home against your chin.

You’ll be covered in much more before the sun comes up.

His cock is heavy as pushes past your lips inch by thick inch. The groan ripping through your throat is vibrato against the ribbed skin.

“Wow, ah, your sweet little throat was meant for cock wasn’t it?” Tears prick in your eyeline, your vision growing bleary as you swallow. A stray streak of mascara falls down the curve of your cheek before Beni swipes it away. You almost blush. Almost.

He hits the back of your throat with seemingly little effort, you sputter slightly at the burn, your jaw aching to accommodate. Just as you feel him pulling almost all of the way out, Beni slams the full length in again. His pace is brutal and unforgiving. Each thrust earning a new mess of spit and makeup to collect at the edges of your mouth.

“No need to be gentle, Beni, she’s taken a whole lot worse.” You would laugh at the sick curl of Joker’s words if you could. The implication is both irritating and worrisome.

“As much as I would love to cum in that pretty little mouth,” you gasp for air as Beni pulls you off, a thick line of slobber still connecting your bottom lip to his cock, “I really want to feel your cunt wrapped around me instead.”

You hear the sound of Joker’s heavy feet closing in from behind, his grip on the back of your neck to hoist you back up to your feet.

“Partners share, remember?” The lilt in your pursuers voice is sweet in the way sugar free gums rots your teeth. Joker will break you into pieces for the greater good.

It’s sick, absolutely disgusting, how much you crave your own destruction.

“She’s nice and ready for you, captain. Feel how dripping wet she is just from sucking your cock.” His next words suck all of the oxygen from your lungs, he replaces air with tension,

“You can take her cunt, I’m going to fuck her tight little ass.”

“Wait I--” There’s no use pleading, there’s no use in anything but quiet compliance and resolving to the fate of being stuffed completely full.

Four hands are on you, groping the fat on hips and breasts, moving against the pliant skin in tandem. You’re malleable in their hold, hoisted up in Joker’s arms. His grip is unforgiving, crescented bruises are bound to form and be visible for days to come on the inside of your thighs.

Beni captures your lips between his teeth, stealing back your attention with a growl. His kiss is searing, tongue slipping to lash against your own. The stubble grazing his strong jaw is dizzying, he whispers against your lips, licking against your pre-stained mouth. Quiet enough to be either missed or ignored by Joker as he busies himself freeing his cock and grinding itn against your ass.

“Next time I’ll sit you on my face and we can have a little fun one-on-one.” Beni punctuates his promise with a nip to your bottom lip before his hands move to steady you snugly in between two wide chests. His palms rest on the dips of your hips, thumb jutting out to press tightly against your aching clit. The movement rips a hoarse wale from deep in the back of your throat.

“You always cry so pretty, dollface.” Joker’s emboldened by your tears, an invitation to push you farther, you feel two fingers prodding your asshole, using your own slick to assist in his exploration. The sensation is painful and addicting as both digits push past the tight ring of muscle.

His fingers move to work the taught hole open, each ridge of knuckle and callus blurring the line between torment and pleasure. Beni circles your clit, picking up in pace as Joker adds a third finger, the stimulation hurtling you towards orgasm. A litany of please scratch at your throat, begging your captors to steal an orgasm from the pile of shaking limbs in between them.

“Cum, little one, cum so I can fuck this tight little cunt of yours.” Beni’s voice is unmistakably demanding, there’s not a note of suggestion behind his words. Your first orgasm snaps against you like electrocution, buzzing around every nerve.

“That’s my girl,” Joker snickers, feeling the contraction and loosening of your muscles. Your high is the final submission, willing every part of you how they see fit. Little more than a toy, a pawn in a broader game of chess.

“Are you ready for us?” Beni’s voice is framed in question, but you know better than to take it as anything but rhetorical. It doesn't actually matter whether or not you’re ready. What matters is the squeal of pain and temperance that comes from breaking you.

Before you can even nod in agreement, you feel it. The burning fullness, the sealing of a deal between two men that you happen to be placed right in the middle of. Joker’s cock is hot and heavy, sheathing himself in the last plane of virgin flesh. The piercing on his frenum drags against you, a familiar feeling in the most unfamiliar place.

There’s no time to get used to the sensation as Beni is pulling you forward slightly so your weeping pussy is hovering over his length. Your legs dangle, suspended on either side of his forearms. You’re lowered onto the captain, his pace is remarkably gentle as your pubic bone meets the sprawling expanse of wirey hair nestled between his hips. As your skin meets on either side of your weeping body, both cocks sheathed completely inside, the canter of either man picks up brutally.

The sticky feeling of sweat and arousal covers every inch of skin in the room, partnering with the sound of slapping and thrusting that all but drowns out the pathetic whimpers your suspended form can muster.

“I knew you would make yourself useful, doll. My favorite game to play.”

Your head falls forward against Beni, body growing heavy as the merciless, rhythmic thrumming of your abuse. The dull ache of another orgasm drips into your bloodstream. Your abused bundle of nerves become live wires, sparking against Joker’s wandering fingers as they wrap around your front.

“I can feel it, ya’ know, I can feel myself in your stomach.” His taunt is stressed with his palm pressing down against your abdomen before dipping back down once more to pinch your clit.

His rough treatment is the final straw, you scream and cuvulse in the hold of your predators. You squeeze tightly in a succession of muscle spasms that feel like you’re trying to milk both of their own orgasms to crash with your own.

Thick spurts of cum spill into you with a series of deep, final thrusts. You feel your own wetness as it runs down your thighs and ass. Muffled groans from both men fill the stale air as they claim your holes. There’s nothing left in the space between bodies except you caught in the web of spiders, dangling in silken limbs and labored breathing. There’s nothing left to give or take.

There’s nothing but panting and sweat and a deal with the devil.

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#fire force x reader #fire force smut #benimaru x reader #joker x reader #benimaru smut #joker smut #en en no shobotai #fire force #tw: knifeplay #tw: dubcon #sin.knifeplay #sin.dubcon #tw: branding #sin.branding

[unrequitedloveletter]

heeeey!! could you please write something with a protective inej??? i love your work btw

thankss😫😆

More than Saints- Inej Ghafa 

FIRST INEJ PIECE WOOT WOOT

Thank you s o m u c h for requesting this, I’ve been wanting to write for Inej but I just couldn’t figure out how to, so thank you for the opportunity! I hope you like this!

The reader is AFAB, by the way!

Fic type- angst

Warnings- mentions of Tante Heleen, the reader worked at The Menagerie

You’d worked with Inej before Kaz had paid off her indenture, and on her final night, she promised she’d find a way to get Kaz to cave, and if he wouldn’t, she’d find a way to get you out, no matter the price she paid.

She came to your window one night, finger pressed to her lips as she pushed it open from the inside. “Hi,” she whispered. “Are you all right?”

It’d been a rough day that day. So many clients, so many memories that your brain was already working on repressing. The day had left you exhausted. 

“I’m fine,” is what you whispered back. “Absolutely fine. What’re you doing here?” 

“Kaz and I have a plan,” she slid in, and once in a close enough vicinity, one of her thumbs gently brushed across your cheekbone. “We’re going to get you out. You’ll become one of The Dregs!” 

“I’m of no use, though,”

“You’re quick on your feet, whip smart and logical,” Inej whispered. “Trust me, I’ve got everything planned to the letter.” She pressed a quick, small kiss to your lips before jumping up to the window again. 

“I’ll be back in two hours. Pack up what you need, but be ready, okay?”

“Absolutely,” you whispered, curiosity clouding your mind at how exactly all of it would play out. “Two hours.” 

“See you then, Y/N.” And, just like that, she was gone.

You occupied your time by sleeping for an hour and the rest of it packing up the few shirts and pants that Inej would slip you when passing The Menagerie on late night runs, changing into a pair of leggings and a sweater that you were almost completely certain was one of Jespers or Wylans, the other two of the crows that you’d met, aside from Kaz or Inej, but it didn’t matter. At least you weren’t half naked and dancing for one of Tantes late night customers. 

Inej, sure enough, was at your window again two hours later, smile on her face as she gestured to your doorknob. “It’s unlocked,” she whispered. “Go down the hallway to the left. Jesper is waiting at the end of it!” She leaned in, just long enough to press a kiss to your forehead before setting you off running to the door.

You kept an even pace as you moved through the hall, spotting Jespers face and just about crying as the reality hit. You’d be free from The Menagerie, free from Tante Heleen and the stench of every disgusting man throughout the Barrel, and you’d be with people you knew, the girl that you loved. You felt happiness, real and true happiness, for the first time in what’d felt like ages.

Jesper caught sight of your face as you drew nearer, pulling you into a bone crushing embrace when you were within his arms length. 

“C’mon,” he kept an arm around your shoulders, leading you down the hallway. “You’re one of us now, and we’ve got a goat back at The Slat!” You let out a huff of air that Jesper supposed was a laugh.

“A goat?” You questioned. Jesper nodded, leading you down a set of stairs and onto a landing. 

“His name is Milo, he’s an honorary member of The Dregs and his fur is the softest thing in the world! Is that my sweater?” 

“Inej slipped it to me a few weeks ago,” you murmured. “Said you wouldn’t miss it. Sorry,” your voice was sheepish as he lead you down another hallway, where you saw Kaz and a brunette woman standing guard at it’s end.

“Absolutely none of that! Don’t say sorry, love, it looks better on you anyway!” He tossed a nod to Kaz and the woman before setting back down the hallway, toward the stairs. 

“Nina Zenik,” the woman introduced. “Please, god, tell me that Inej has said that you’re stunning?” You laughed, nodding as the three of you set down the hallway.

“I get complimented pretty regularly,” you mumbled. “Stunning seems her favorite word when it comes to me, though.” You turned to look at Kaz.

“Why rescue me?” You murmured. “Isn’t one spider enough?”

“Two spiders means double the intel,” Kaz murmured. “And I’ve seen you when enraged. I could use those talents.”

“The talent to gut a man and not regret it for a second?”

“Yeah,” Nina chuckled as the three of you found another staircase, stopping right in front of it.

“All right, Nina, you get them outside,” Kaz murmurs. “Wylan and Jesper are probably already waiting at the checkpoint, and, well, knowing how much Inej loves Y/N, it could get pretty ugly if she doesn’t contain herself.” Nina nodded, and the two of you took off down the stairs, getting outside in mere minutes.

Inej was confronting Tante Heleen already, and all you wanted to do was be there for her, see it happen, watch Tante Heleens cruel composure melt into nothing, like she’d done to your self esteem so many times before. 

You moved just a tad bit too slow, and Heleen caught sight of you, pointing wildly and shouting at Inej and Kaz, who seemed to take it decently, though you knew rage on their faces like you did the feeling of loneliness. 

One of Tantes big, burly men wrestled you from Ninas grip as you shouted, thrashing around as you were brought back inside The Menagerie. 

“Put them down,” Inej’s tone was stern, aggressive. “Put them down, now.” 

Kaz met your gaze and saw the fear in your eyes; everything had felt like it’d be okay for a few solitary minutes, but entering The Menagerie again took that feeling away in seconds.

He lightly jabbed Inej’s side with his cane, nodding to you as the big burly men shoved you onto the floor. Her heart broke as she registered the tears that’d begun pooling in your eyes, threatening to spill a waterfall down your cheeks. 

“I need them,” Inej tried to make herself sound like Kaz, like greed was the closest thing to a saint that she believed in, and surprisingly, it worked, for the most part. “They’re of use to The Dregs.”

“You, Inej Ghafa, do not get to take what is mine.”

“I do, if I want it,” the tears fell, but you managed a slight laugh at the clear greed in her tone. “But no indenture is going to paid off. Check the second drawer, where you kept Y/Ns doccuments, please.” Hesitantly, Tante did, rummaging around in the drawer for a couple of long lasting minutes as Inej used the opportunity to get closer to Tante, something she’d never have done if it weren’t you in question.

“You can’t find them, can you?” You picked yourself up off the ground, forcing yourself on your feet to stand beside Kaz, keeping a few centimeters of distance between the two of you so as not to accidentally touch him. You watched Inej with both fear and amazement clouding your thoughts; you’d never seen her so vicious looking before. 

She pulled a knife from a sheath located on her right thigh, pressing the point of it underneath Tantes chin.

“Kaz, the doccuments?” She didn’t turn to look at either of you, though Tante looked terrified. 

“Stolen three days ago, both the real things and every single backup copy that Tante had thought to make. Inej plans to use them for kindling tonight,” He glanced between the two of you, and you swore you could’ve seen the hint of a smile on his face. 

“A get to know them kind of thing. I hear s’mores will be involved.” 

Tante met your eyes and began to beg.

“Please, Y/N! You know I love you! I care--I care about you, don’t I? I give you a room to sleep in and clothes to wear and I--” Inej was the one to cut her off.

“Speak to them ever again and I will cut you, limb from limb, and have this place turned into ash.” She moved the knife from Tantes neck, forcing it in and out of both of Tantes hands before wiping it clean on her coat and putting the knife back into the sheath at her leg.

She hooked her arm into yours and the three of you walked out, Kaz in front, the two of you trailing a bit behind.

“I love you,” Inej whispered. “You know that?”

You nodded, intertwining your fingers and giving hers a gentle squeeze. “More than saints?” You asked as she rested her head on your shoulder. 

“More than saints, Y/N.”

#inej ghafa x reader #inej ghafa #six of crows #shadow and bone

[imaginedisish]

Wish You Were Here (The Umbrella Academy) (Ben Hargreeves x Reader)

A/N: HI GUYS! I’m back already!! So this is based on a request I recently got. I was really excited about this one and decided to write it right away. It’s a long one, so get ready. I hope you all like it!!! Enjoy! Request some more stuff because my requests are OPEN! Woot woot see ya guys next time :) Stay well! P.S the title is based on the Pink Floyd album/song of the same name

Summary: You’ve been kidnapped by Cha Cha and Hazel, but Ben is there to help. (Kinda sort of AU where season 2 hasn’t taken place but it’s pretty different than season one and ah just roll with it LOL)

Warnings: Violence, death, cursing, kidnapping, and tons and tons of FLUFF

Word Count: 3,326

It’s cold, damp, and dark. The room, or closet rather, that you’re in is unwelcoming and decrepit. It’s disgusting and uncomfortable. The frigid cement floors are stained in certain places with a dry, dark brown something, and you know that stain could only be two things. You hoped to god it wasn’t yours. 

The ceramic tiles behind you were like ice on your practically bare back. All you had on was a pair of baggy jeans and a tank top. You wished you could move, break free. You try to. But the handcuffs attached to the floor by a silver chain quickly remind you exactly where you are. Somehow, someway, they managed to kidnap you. 

You were trapped, alone in a four walled box. No one was coming to help you, and you knew that. You defected from the planned out mission. You got a little bit too cocky. You thought you could handle things on your own. You’ve always been like this, and you always ended up getting hurt. But you were used to doing things on your own. You had been alone your entire life until you found the Hargreeves, or rather until the Hargreeves found you. 

It was no more than six years ago. You were eighteen and fighting all the world’s problems by yourself. You had gone from foster home to foster home, but ran away from the system at sixteen because you just couldn’t take it anymore. So, you were young and alone. 

That is, until you met Ben for the very first time. 

It was in a situation just like this one. You had been captured, just seconds away from defeat, or worse death, when out of thin air some invisible thing and some crazy shirtless man managed to decimate the people you were fighting. You didn’t know then, but it was Klaus and Ben. 

Then, Ben appeared in front of you. It felt like a dream. Klaus was there, too, but for some reason he didn’t phase you as much. 

Klaus kneeled down and carefully began to cut the duck tape off your wrists and ankles. “Th-thank you,” You said to Ben specifically, making Klaus suddenly stop. He looks confused, concerned. 

“You can see me?” Ben asked, looking as if he had seen a ghost. 

“Well, yeah. I don’t know how you got in here or what the hell you two did, but I sure can see you,” You responded calmly, a slight smile playing at your lips. 

Ben smiled a bit, but concern stayed prominent in his eyes, almost as if to say, “I’m watching you, kid.” And honestly, you felt like you actually heard what he was saying. 

And then you realized that you did, because you’re a telekinetic clairvoyant. “Sorry,” You said, looking down. “I read your thoughts just there.” 

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I still haven’t told you I’m a ghost.” 

That’s when everything changed for you. The night you met Ben and Klaus would become the night you met the rest of the Hargreeves. They decided that even though you weren’t originally one of them, you should be. They let you in with open arms. They wanted you help you grow. They wanted to help you learn more about your powers and how to use them properly. 

But old habits die hard, and you always found a way to piss someone off and completely isolate yourself, all in an attempt to do things the way you liked to. And every time you did, you would end up broken and alone in some shitty situation. You were truly insane, doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results. This time, the Hargreeves weren’t having any of it. They left you to handle this one on your own. 

Except this time you knew you couldn’t do it. This was it. The Commission had found you once and for all. You were done for, and you knew it.

You knew it because even Ben had left you. 

Ben usually stayed with you on missions, but this time he didn’t. 

Tears begin to well up in your eyes. You blink just once and it feels as though a million tears come crashing down your cheeks, making tiny puddles on the floor as they fall. This was it. This was how you would go out. It was hopeless. You are hopeless. You can’t help but feel inexplicably guilty. You ruined the entire mission. You made the entire team fall, all so you could go after Hazel and Cha Cha. Now they had you, and they would have the others in no time. 

It’s all your fault and you know it. 

You’re sobbing now. “I-I’m sorry,” You manage to cry out as the guilt grows bigger and bigger in the pit of your stomach. “F-fuck, please I-I’m sorry.” But no one answers. “P-please,” You look up to the leaky ceiling above you, asking some higher power for help you know it won’t give you. It’s pointless. “I didn’t want this to happen, I’m sorry,” You whisper finally as you pull your legs into your chest. 

“Don’t apologize,” A familiar voice whispers, and a warm hand finds its way to your knee. You look to your left and there he his, sitting right next to you. 

“B-Ben, what are you-,” You try to ask but he cuts you off, wrapping you in his arms. For some reason, you were the only person he was able to touch, and you were the only person that could touch him. You wondered if somehow, you were part ghost, but your research into your powers had never gotten that far, and based on your current situation you feared that it never would. 

But for now, you try to focus on the fact that Ben is here with you. You try to focus on what was good, not the fact that you could die any minute now. Your warm tears still slowly fall down your cheeks. It’s uncontrollable at this point. 

Ben pulls ever so slightly apart from you, just enough for him to take his thumbs and wipe your tears from your cheeks. “It’s all going to be okay, okay (Y/N)?” He says softly, staring deeply into your eyes. 

You shake your head in disbelief. “I’m fucked, Ben. I’m done for. I feel so weak. I can barely use my telekinesis. I can’t move anything with my brain at least, that’s for sure.” 

Ben sighs. “But you can see me, can’t you?” He asks, trying to get you to believe that you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. 

“But that doesn’t mean I can take that door off its hinges with my powers and swat Cha Cha like a fly with it,” You say matter of factly. Ben can’t help but let out a slight laugh. His smile sets a million butterflies free in your stomach. It’s contagious, too, and you can’t help but smile back in his direction. 

“I can try to help you out of this, but I don’t exactly know where to start,” Ben says as his tone of voice changes drastically. He seems somber now. He’s helpless, just like you. Sure, there are ways Ben could try to help you, but they pose a risk to you and him alike. If you weren’t careful, Ben could possibly get hurt if he attempted to possess someone. And even if he could possess Hazel or Cha Cha, it’s not like he could do it for long enough. 

It finally dawns on you that all of this is up to you. The future of the Hargreeves, the future of the world. The future of you. 

Any possible future of you and Ben. 

That particular idea stings in your head and burns in your stomach. It had been six years of living with Ben and the Hargreeves, and yet you never managed to let anyone know how you felt about Ben. Absolutely no one knew. And, lucky for you, no one could see. The only one who had an inkling about anything going on was Klaus, and you made sure that he didn't know your true feelings. 

You were nervous that if Ben knew you had loved him all these years, that things would change. You would lose your friendship with him. That could in turn make things awkward with Klaus, and if things were ever awkward with Klaus, they could become awkward with everyone else. The very thought of losing the only home filled with the only sort of family you’ve ever had was heartbreaking. 

And that was a heartbreak you just weren’t ready to deal with today, or any day for that matter. 

You needed to find a way out, and you needed to find a way out now. 

You search around the room for something, anything to get you out. There are windows along the tops of the walls that touch the ceiling. They’re big enough for you to get through, but you don’t know where you are, or who’s going be on the other side when you get out. Ben could help you out with that part, but even if you could get out, the Commission could easily find you and kill you before you get to safety. 

“What are you concocting up in that head of yours?” Ben asks as he drapes an arm around you. “Tell me what I can do to help.” He moves himself as close as he possibly can be to you. You’d think a ghost would be ice cold, but not Ben. Ben was warm and comforting. You let your head fall against his shoulder. 

This is what he could do to help. Him just being with you was a help. You shut your eyes; a few tears slip their way out while you aren’t paying attention. You take a deep breath, and open your eyes back up again. You hoped that when you opened your eyes you’d be back at home. 

Obviously, you were mistaken. 

You begin to hear shuffling foot steps above you. There are a few grunts, a few shouts, and then some more shuffling. You knew it was just a matter of time before they came back downstairs, questioned you, and killed you. 

“It’s hopeless, isn’t it?” You ask, tears streaming down your cheeks rapidly again. Your breath is quick and sharp. You feel a panic attack coming on. “I’m going to die. I’m going to lose you aren’t I?” 

Ben tilts his head to the side as he listens to everything you’re saying. 

“I-I’m never going to see you again. Everything is going to be lost. I’ll be nothing. We’ll be nothing…” You trail off, deciding that it’s best not to get more specific than you already are. Now is not the time to profess your love to Ben. Now is not the time for this. You wasted your chances. You wasted everything. 

You lost and you know it. 

Ben inches his face closer to yours, and places his hands on the sides of your head by your ears. “You aren’t allowed to give up, (Y/N). Giving up isn’t a choice here. Do you understand that?” You shake your head yes in response to Ben’s words. “You’re going to get out of here. And if you have to, you’re going to get rid of Hazel and Cha Cha, got it?” You nod again, but at this point Ben is so close to your face that it’s impossible to concentrate on anything. 

Before you could do anything more, the moment dissolves. You hear footsteps coming down the staircase that you assume leads to exactly where you are. This was it. Do or die. 

Except you didn’t know what it was you had to do. 

The footsteps march closer and closer. 

“Ben,” you say, looking deeply into his dark brown eyes. Then, just like that, the words come pouring out. “I love you, okay? I’ve always wanted to say that, always. I’m so sorry if I don’t make it. I really am. Tell the others I’m sorry, please.” 

“Don’t talk like that, please. I-,” But Ben is cut off as the door swings open. 

It’s Cha Cha. 

You look to your left, and Ben is gone. “Wh-where did he go?”

“Who, bitch? You’re alone and you’re done for,” Cha Cha says. Thoughts of never seeing Ben again fill your head. Your gut wrenches with pain. Thoughts of never seeing the Hargreeves find themselves infiltrating your head too. You know you can’t let that happen. You know you can’t let Cha Cha and the Commission win. You need to survive for yourself, for the Hargreeves. 

For Ben. 

“You’re just a parentless, useless piece of-,” But rage fills your core, and you cut her off.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” You shout, shutting your eyes tightly as you concentrate hardly and imagine the metal chain of your handcuffs breaking in two. 

And just like that, they do. Suddenly, you’re free. 

You extend your hand out towards the door behind Cha Cha, and watch as it break off its hinges, threatening to come crashing down onto her. She moves to the side, and aims her gun at you. It takes almost all of your energy, but you extend your hand out again, and as she shoots, you carefully stop each bullet in mid air. 

She looks at you, stunned. “No fucking way,” She ways. 

“You’ll want to run now, Cha Cha,” You say to her condescendingly, but she doesn’t. She stands her ground. 

In fact, she laughs. “The Commission is already on its way. Kill me if you want, but you aren’t getting out of here alive, kid.” 

Sadness fills your stomach. You know she’s right. No one is here to help you. You let the bullets fall. Where’s Ben? You think. 

“…Wish you were here,” You whisper, looking down at the ground as you shake your head. 

“I am,” Ben responds. There is was, right next to you again. He grabs your hand. “I thought I told you that you aren’t allowed to give up.” 

That was all you needed to keep moving. You had a purpose again. 

Cha Cha starts to speak. “Who the hell are you talking t-,” But you cut her off, extending your hand right out and pressing her up against the wall.

“I’m getting out of here alive, whether you and the Commission like it or not,” You say firmly. With your left hand, you’re able to mend your handcuffs back together, and bring them over to place on Cha Cha. You muster enough strength to keep a hold on her while you fix the door and put it back on its hinges, too. 

“So what? You got the door back up and I’m in handcuffs. Big deal,” Cha Cha says. 

You smirk. “You left the keys in the door, dumbass.” You walk over to the door, leaving Cha Cha behind. Ben follows. 

“Oh come on. Are you really doing this? It’s a waste of your time. You aren’t getting out alive. At least let me mercy kill you,” Cha Cha pleads. 

You grab the door handle, getting ready to shut it behind you. “You lost, Cha Cha. Get over yourself.” You slam the door, and lock it up, making sure there’s no way for Cha Cha to get out. 

“I knew you could do it,” Ben says, pulling you into a tight embrace. 

You feel so calm, so at peace. And then, you realize it isn’t over yet. “The Commission.” 

You run up the stairs and realize you’re in some old, suburban house. You don’t remember how you got there or where exactly you are, but that doesn’t matter. You know that the Commission is already probably here. You know that there’s still a fight to be had. You make your way to the front door, and take a deep breath before opening it up. 

The sky is a bright blue. The grass is a deep green. Things are… 

Normal. 

No one is there. There is no Commission. No guns. No one is there to hurt you at all. You turn to Ben, confused. “That’s it? That can’t be it.” 

Ben smiles. “I might have enlisted some help.” 

Six familiar figures walk towards you from separate directions, all covered in dirt and blood. Then you realize that bodies are scattered along the lawn. It’s an absolute mess, but you can only think about one thing. 

They came back for you. 

Five, Klaus, Luther, Diego, Vanya  and Allison all came back for you. They smile and wave from the sidewalk.  

Klaus walks up to you. “You really thought that Ben would’ve just left you for dead? I mean come on! He’s in absolute l-,” But before Klaus can finish his sentence, Ben cuts him off. 

“Klaus, come on!” Ben yells. “Can you and everyone else just give us a moment?” Ben pleads. 

Five shakes his head, overhearing the conversation from his place on the sidewalk. “A moment? I think a thank you would be nice too, you know. Or maybe even a thank you cup of coffee from the one who almost got us all killed because they just had to do things on their own.” You know he’s serious, but you can’t help but smile. As rude as he was trying to be, you knew that Five wouldn’t have ever let you die. 

“Thank you, Five. Thank you, guys. Thank you so much,” You start to say. “I’m so, so sorry. I know I let you all down. And I feel like shit about that. I really am so-,” but Five cuts you off. 

“It’s fine. No one here wanted you dead. And no one ever will. Just be more careful next time, okay?” Five says, and you nod your head in response.

“In other words,” Klaus says, “We love you. You’re one of us.” 

Allison adds on, “And we’ll always have your back.” 

“We’re family,” Diego says, a small smile spreading across his face.

“Yeah, yeah, enough of the soft shit. Let’s get this party moving,” Five says, but you know that’s just his way of saying he’ll always be there for you too. 

“Well, alrighty then. We’ll give you two your minute now,” Klaus chimes in, and the group walks away towards the car that waits for all of you. 

It’s just you and Ben now, standing on the porch of the weird suburban house you were kidnapped in just minutes ago. 

Ben grabs your hands, and holds them tightly. “What I was trying to say before,” He pauses, taking a deep breath, “before Cha Cha came in, is that…” He trails off nervously. “Maybe this isn’t the right time or place for this.” 

You shake your head. “It’s okay if you don’t love me, Ben. It’s fine. You don’t have to love me back, it’s all-,” But he cuts you off. 

His lips come crashing onto yours unexpectedly. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. It’s perfect. It’s Ben. You want to stay in that moment forever. You feel safe, protected. You feel a feeling you don’t think you’ve ever felt. 

You feel like you’re home. 

Ben pulls apart from you. “I love you, I really do (Y/N).” 

And with that you no longer feel like you’re home. You know you are. 

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[jellyfishinc]

Day 12 Midnight Posting

S1E11 Fear and Laughter in Burbank

Author's Note: Because of the nature of this segment and post, I have to post a trigger warning for mentions of severe anxiety and panic attacks. Do not read if you are easily triggered by either of these things.

I think this segment is officially in common knowledge territory, for obvious reasons, so it probably won’t surprise you to know that I put this off as long as possible because of how much it hurts.

But it’s still my duty to cover all segments with sibling moments, no matter what, and cover it, I shall!

And I know damn well I’d be shirking my duties as a Yakko stan if I didn’t cover the you-know-what, so fear not (ha), here I go!

The segment starts off innocently enough, where the Warners are wandering onto sets trick or treating.

Nice little shot of the three of them in their costumes, dressed up like their Marx Brothers counterparts.

Once they’re thrown out, Wakko points out a haunted house, and we see THIS.

Once they see no one’s home, leaving a bucket of candy outside, they grab one piece and go, with of course Wakko grabbing a bunch because it all stuck together.

It falls out of his hand by the cartoon wind and rolls into the street, straight into a sewer, leaving no room for imagination what this whole segment is a parody of.

The knockoff starts his whole spiel, trying to tempt Wakko to come get his candy, and once the clown shows itself, Dot does THIS, asking Wakko if he's still scared of clowns.

Wakko confirms that yes, he does in fact still hate clowns, and we see THIS.

But he quickly has a change of heart, because he thinks the knockoff actually looks like him, and proceeds to mimic his face.

And that’s all Dot needs to call him a “funny guy”, and for Yakko to label him “typical”.

Or, in simpler terms, Yakko just said the toon equivalent of, “Ya basic!”

And basically, everything Nickelwise tries to do to scare them just makes him more endearing to them, so he tells them what’s up: He’s here to eat their fears, and transforms into three balloons to entice them into chasing after him.

But right as they start running, Dot slips and falls, and we see THIS.

Dot’s fear trial is up first, which leads her into a trailer bathroom, flooding with sewer water.

She goes to turn off the water, and Nickelwise turns her reflection into an older, “less cute” version of herself.

But of course, Nickelwise has no clue that he’s dealing with Dot Warner, who’s so head over heels she starts gushing over her older reflection.

The only headcanon I will accept regarding this is that Yakko always told Dot knew how cute she was growing up, and made sure she’d appreciate the changes to her body that were sure to follow as she ages.

But whatever the reason, this causes a soul to fly out of Nickelwise’s mouth, forcing him to go after Wakko next.

Upon walking inside where his trial awaits, Wakko is met with a table of food.

As he starts to dig in, he quickly discovers what’s supposed to be the problem: none of the food is real!

But once again, Nickelwise has underestimated the middle Warner sibling’s appetite. Both the original and the reboot have shown multiple times that Wakko will literally eat anything, even Plotz’s desk, if he’s hungry enough.

The reason? Wakko was diagnosed as hypoglycemic, so Yakko saw to it he always had what he needed so he wouldn’t hurt himself.

Seeing he’s not getting anywhere with Wakko either, he goes after the final Warner sibling.

Oh boy. *takes several deep breaths* I know it’s just a cartoon, but it doesn’t make any of this even remotely easy for me to post. But I’m willfully ignoring it, because that’s how much I care.

And I absolutely have to believe that he was the only one who wasn't told what his trial was going to be beforehand by the showrunners, and yes, I absolutely have evidence to back it up.

Starts off simple enough, with him following the balloon into an empty office building.

Look at how he’s walking around. Wakko and Dot were ready for anything, but here? That’s genuine confusion. He literally has no idea what’s about to happen.

But once he adjusts, he starts his usual shtick, where he’s cracking jokes, trying to make someone laugh.

Only problem? There’s no one there. He’s by himself. With no one to laugh at or criticise him.

Let’s break this down, shall we?

(Credit to this video for pointing all of this out to me.)

First, his costume. He's dressed as Groucho Marx, who his character is based on. Apparently Groucho's biggest fear is in fact the fear of no one thinking him funny, thus tossing him aside and forgetting about him.

And on top of that Rob Paulsen probably had similar fears, since he was battling throat cancer at the time this episode was made.

Now let's break down the fears.

First, the fear of being alone. More often than not, Yakko is never by himself, always doing the segments with Wakko and Dot, all three of them playing off of each other.

The second, is that Yakko needs a reaction, positive or negative. Without it, none of his jokes land quite right, and he ceases to be the one that yaks.

All of which is easily a direct result of being locked in a water tower for 60 years, and another 20 who-knows-where, not knowing if you’ll ever come back.

Look at what happens when he's by himself.

Woot! Second reblog post that needs a reblog! Back with the rest!

[emmelineparker308]

Secrets- Part 3

Fandom: Harry Potter: Marauders Era

Pairing: Remus x Reader (eventual)

Warnings: Angst but nothing major

Summary: Remus and you have been dancing around the fact that you are both in love with the other. As a new year starts, Remus is determined to tell you about his secret as well as his feelings for you. However, something is off about you, you are keeping a secret that he does not know. A secret that could destroy everything they have.

Y/N/N= your nickname

“Ready (Y/N)?” Remus asked, he was standing on the first stairs to the girls dormitory looking up in anticipation as you made your way down to meet him. He had borrowed James’s invisibility cloak to sneak around without the possibility of being caught. You were finally ready, after hours of contemplating on turning Remus down and then another hour figuring out what to wear. 

“Yeah, Ray. I’m ready to go,” you say walking down the stairs to meet him. He was dressed casually with a blue button down that complimented his features very well. 

“Don’t you look gorgeous,” he said as he not so subtly checked you out. 

“Well aren’t you subtle,” you respond to his statement effectively shutting him up and making him turn a crimson red. On the way to the astronomy tower Remus had not uttered a word to you, and you didn’t know what to say to him. Remus had grown a couple of inches over the summer and in order for the both of you to be concealed by the cloak he was partially hunched over you. Somewhere along the way Remus was brave enough to tangle his fingers through yours. It felt nice to have a moment of peace with him, usually the week classes started until the first Hogsmeade trip, you tended to get busy with helping your friends, and the marauders with their new schedule and classwork. After a couple more minutes of silent walking, and some awkward moments of trying to figure out a way to walk up the stairs, you arrived at the Astronomy Tower. 

“Ta-da,” Remus weakly stated as he walked you towards what looked to be a picnic blanket on the floor of the balcony. Along with candles that were somehow (magically) still lit despite the wind, there were several of your favorite dessert delicacies, your favorite flowers and two jugs of butterbeer beautifully placed on the blanket. 

“Remus, this is…” you started but you couldn’t explain how you felt. This was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you in your fifteen years of living on this Earth. 

“Is it too much? It’s too much isn’t it? I’ve messed up everything,” Remus rambled worry filled in his tone. The thing is Remus was in love with you, and his friends were helping him in trying to express that to you. For the past year he had been trying in his own way to reveal his feelings for you but every time he opens his mouth worry fills him about his Furry Little Problem getting in the way. 

However, over the summer he finally got up the courage to decide that he wasn’t going to let his problem get in the way of his life. Sure being a werewolf is dangerous, but his parents pointed out that Remus was holding his entire life back because of something that occurs for one night every month. 

Them talking some sense into him kind of opened his eyes. You were an angel, you were kind and smart and beautiful. Even his friends had pointed out that if Remus were to share his problem with you, instead of running for the hills you would try everything in your power to help him. He decided right then that he was going to tell you that he was a werewolf, and was trying to find a good time. Though he knew he didn’t have to bribe you before telling you his secret, Remus felt it was only proper to reveal his feelings for you as well as his darkest secret after doing something nice for you first. The confidence his friends pumped into him before he left the dormitory was starting to leak out of him. 

“Too much?” you exclaimed, “Remus John Lupin this is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for me.” You looked towards him shyly, not exactly sure of what to do next. 

“Well then, on that note, sit down and enjoy m’lady,” he stated while letting you sit down. “The star shower will start soon.” For the next two hours, Remus and you star gazed, ate, drank, talked and laughed. 

“ (Y/N/N) , I have a confession to make,” Remus stated, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants for the fifth time in a minute. 

You could see his anxious energy, of course you could. You knew Remus Lupin better than he knew himself sometimes. 

You knew how nervous he gets before the first day of classes, you knew how he liked to finish big assignments as soon as they were assigned to make sure he had plenty of time to revise them. 

You knew how he bounces his right leg when he’s nervous his latest prank plan failed, and how he tended to bounce his left leg when he overheard people talking about topics he felt strongly about. 

You knew how he bites his lips when trying to concentrate, you knew that once a week every month his mum would get sick that he tended to skip classes out of worry. So of course you knew that he was nervous, for what you couldn’t put your finger on so to ease his tension you stated, “Ray, you can tell me anything, you know that.”

Letting a breath out to calm himself down he looked at you. He noticed the way you were looking at the night sky, there was something different about it. It may sound odd to others but this wasn’t the first time Remus and you snuck to the Astronomy Tower to stargaze. 

Previously you would point out all the different constellations, and talk about the stories muggles have for each of them. Remus would patiently listen watching the excitement in your eyes, even though he had already read about it. You would point out the beauty in the stars and moon, and for a moment Remus would appreciate the beauty behind the controlling crescent he had grown to hate. But tonight you didn’t share any stories of the stars, nor did you point out the beauty of the moon. The more Remus talked to you tonight, the more he recognized that the woebegone energy you tried to mask in the train ride was deeply rooted in you. Still through your gloomy state you tried to be there for him, and he commended you for that.

“(Y/N/N) , well-er- I suppose we should get back to the dormitory. I’ll tell you then,” Remus quickly said while standing up and offering you a clammy hand up. While on your way to the Gryffindor Tower you couldn’t help but think about what Remus wanted to confess. Was it his feelings? Had he finally gotten the courage to tell you that he liked you? The thought made you happy for a second. For a second your mind wandered to holding hands with Remus in public, stealing his jumpers and wearing them proudly around the school, cuddling up with him while he read you a book, graduating together and moving into a home together, waking up to his bedhead and smiling face for the rest of your life. The thoughts filled you with warmth from your toes all the way to your head but sadness washed over you as cold as ice water as you recognized that none of that will come true once Remus finds out about your secret.

You somehow managed to not cry and while you had let your thoughts run amuck you both reached the Gryffindor tower.  

“I had a great time tonight Remus,” you stated turning towards him at the bottom of the girls dormitory staircase. 

“I’m glad I was able to put a smile on that face of yours,” he said while moving a stray hair behind your ear. He hoped to Godric that you didn’t see how his hands shook as he did the action. 

Both of you were blissfully unaware of the sneaky eyes of the marauders that were watching your every movement since your return from the tower.

“Come on Moony, kiss the girl,” Sirius frustratingly whispered out. 

“Shush, they might hear us and we’ll ruin things for him,” Peter let out trying his best to be assertive. 

Remus’s heart was hammering so much that he could hear each beat pumping blood to his head in his ear. He wanted so badly to tell you his feelings and secret but when he opened his mouth no sound was coming out. To add to that you were looking up at him through half droopy eyes making you look absolutely adorable, it made his throat run dry. 

“Well I should get to bed. I’m certain that the boys will be keeping both of us busy with the same start of term drama we’ve been dealing with,” you said while starting your descent up the stairs. 

“Wait,” Remus called out desperately, and grabbed a hold of your elbow pulling you down to him. 

“Oof,” you let out, lightly crashing into Remus’s chest. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong when all the words died in your mouth. Remus left a sweet chaste kiss on your cheek, he smiled at your loving, and surprised expression, thinking this to be the perfect time to tell you his secret. Just as he was about to tell you that he loved you, and that he’s a werewolf, the Marauders burst from their hiding spot cheering for their two best friends. 

“Finally!” James screamed while Sirius wooted and pretended to cry. 

“Our babies are all grown up,” Sirius came over and grabbed you both in a bear hug, “Remember to always use protection, babies can’t be having babies.” 

“Alright, that is my cue to go,” you pushed him off you and gave Remus a good night hug before running upstairs. As you closed the door to your dormitory you were blushing but also in tears. Remus Lupin, finally got up the courage to express his feelings for you, but once you tell him about your secret he will leave. The Marauders will leave. Your parents will leave. You’ll be all on your own.

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[rynhaswritersblock]

hallway bookworm (hc) | p.p.

a/n: hi my name's ryn and i'm in love with writing headcanons... they let me show my two personalities: deep-loving-philosophical-bubbly + memebot-rat-tiktoker-minecraftGOD which i ADORE

summary: girls reading and crying while walking in the hallway sure do seem to have an effect on peter parker.

warnings: some cussing (as per usual), uhhhhh fluff?? yeah????? oh yeah and terrible writing i couldn't deliver as well as i wanted i'm sorry

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- AIGHT FOLKS so listen

- you're in the middle of a really good book, right?

- like, really good

- btw pretend this is your favorite book

- so you're like right in the middle of a SUPER important scene and guess what

- the GODDAMN BELL DECIDED TO RING

- TIME TO GO TO CLASS

- BUT ARE YOU GOING TO STOP READING?

- ?????

- ???????????????

- HELL NO!

- so you're like... autopiloting your way to class, nose stuffed in book, tears streaming down your face bc you're at a serious part

- and that's when peter parker sees you for the first time

- NOW

- we all know that peter is a complete disaster

- especially when it comes to pretty girls in the hallway who also appear to be nerds according to the fact that they're literally reading and crying while walking to class in the middle of a highschool hallway during passing

- so naturally

- this mans stops walking

- let's be honest: who expected peter effin parker to be able to function after seeing what he saw??

- who?????

- "peter-"

- unresponsive.

- "peter, move your flat ass," ned mutters, shoving him from behind as peter watches you walk in the opposite direction to your class

- he finally regains himself (jeez)

- poor guy's heart is racing and chocolate eyes are wide in bewilderment as he stumbles alongside ned to physics

- "why do you look like you just did drugs for the first time, dude"

- "i just saw a girl"

- "of course you did"

- "no, nED" peter says, looking over at his best friend, a smirk on ned's lips.

- "she was like, reading a book, tears streaming down her face. and she was still walking without even watching where she was going! and she was like, beautiful, too, ned-"

- "jesus, peter! calm down. but yeah, i saw her. that was y/n." ned states, way too calm for peter's chaos

- this man stops in his tracks

- "you know her?!"

- "yeah, like everybody does. she's not one of those people, but like, she's really nice and funny and she's captain of the debate team." (a/n: if one of y'all DARES to say something like "couldn't be me" or "bitch i wish".... first of all this is fanFICTION so we're all pretending to be a better version of ourselves WOOT WOOT and second you can be anything you put your mind to my dudes!!!!!!)

- peter sighs as they walk into class, mind stuck on your name, not paying attention to the lesson at all

- ...WHEW

- so that was very in-depth

- in case you couldn't tell

- NOW HERE'S A SUPER ROCKING FUN TIME (babysitting service iykyk) LIST OR WHATEVER OF THE REST OF THE STORY YAYYYYYYYYYYY

- peter became dedicated to finding out your classes and where you'd be at certain times just so he could see you for at least a second

- like

- homeboy was WHIPPED

- and to his luck

- !!!!!!

- one day after a particularly long day of school, our boy headed into delmar's to get his sammich (i giggled while writing sammich fyi) before he went on patrol

- and GUESS WHO WAS SITTING AT ONE OF THE TABLES, LEGS CURLED TO YOUR CHEST, BOOK IN ONE HAND AND SANDWICH (sammich) IN THE OTHER?????

- YOU!!

- the boy froze in his spot, the door almost crushing him as it flew back in the doorway before he finally snapped out of his trance

- his gaze didn't leave you as he walked up to the counter, mr. delmar clearing his throat after a few seconds to get pete's attention

- "oh! sorry,"

- "it's fine, kid. i see you're particularly interested in that young lady-"

- "UM i'll have a number five with pickles and smush it down real flat, please, thanks" the words tumbled out of peter's mouth, cutting mr. delmar right off

- the man's laugh rumbled as he nodded his head

- pete hesitated before leaning over the counter

- "you wouldn't, uh, you wouldn't know anything about her, would you?"

- a knowing grin tugged at mr. delmar's lips

- "y/n. she comes here at least twice a week, orders the number eight with a coca-cola every time, and always reads a book while eating."

- a slight, crooked grin grew on peter's face as he comprehended everything

- "good to know, thank you, mr.-"

- "go and sit with her."

- HAHA

- FUNNY

- POOR PETER'S FACE JUST

- HIS EYES GOT WIDE AND CHEEKS BLOOMED BRIGHT RED

- HAHAHA

- "you want me to.. what now?"

- " go sit with her. she won't bite." with that, mr. delmar handed the kid his sandwich and a pack of gummy worms, nudging his head in the direction of you

- peter nervously took the items, clearing his throat and mustering up all the confidence he had (which honestly wasn't much, especially since he wasn't in the spider-suit)

- and he walked over to you and plopped down right across from you

- you jumped (scaredy-cat), eyes leaving the page and meeting peter's, a look of surprise instantly etching your face that made peter regret every decision he'd ever made

- you relaxed slightly when you recognized the face in front of you, setting your book down (still keeping it open though)

- "oh, hi, peter,"

- HI WHO??????

- ME??????????????????

- THIS BOY COULD NOT COMPREHEND THE NAME THAT JUST LEFT YOUR LIPS

- "you know my name?" peter stuttered out incredulously

- "of course i do, you're on the decathlon team. plus i'm friends with ned and sometimes he just can't shut up about you."

- homeboy silently scolded himself for not even knowing who you were until like a week ago

- "oh," he laughed nervously, "cool,"

- ako-taco moment of silence

- "i'm y/n," you blurt, "by the way,"

- "i know," peter nervously laughs

- by SOME force of nature

- the two of you strike up a conversation!! YAY PETER

- you talk about the book you're reading and decathlon and debate and school and life and stuff

- and honestly peter just about forgets he has to go on duty

- until he hears sirens in the background, eyes widening

- "UHM, uh, i just remembered my aunt needs me home-"

- this kid rambles on a bit too much

- you laugh and wave him away

- "go do your thing. it was great talking to you, peter"

- poor petey was going to FAINT if you said his name like that again

- and so

- THE RELATIONSHIP HAS BEGUN! (reread that in korg's voice it makes it even better)

- peter would often hang around delmar's longer just in case you'd be there

- he deadass made spider-man a second priority to you (although he didn't admit it)

- he's WHIPPED

- alrighty guys real talk i'm in love with this whole concept itself but i don't know how to deliver it right so i'm just gonna give a brief rundown of the rest of the story and let you guys' imaginations do the rest

- you two keep running into each other at delmars

- eventually it leads to you two hanging out at peter's apartment (HOMEBOY WAS HIGHKEY FREAKING OUT LETS JUST SAY)

- (HAVING A PRETTY GORL IN HIS ROOM MADE HIS HEART BEAT LIKE HOW IT DOES ON THE LAST ROUND OF MARIO KART IYKYK)

- and you two become gr8 friends!!!!!!

- UNTIL

- PETER WORKS UP THE BALLS TO ASK YOU OUT YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

- and you live happily ever after woot woot

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the writing in this sucked

it's a really cute concept i am just unable to deliver

oh well lmao

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[fiftytwotwenty]

Movie Monday - Apr 13th, 2020

"My First Movie On VHS"

Dumb & Dumber (1994):

Travel Back to April 7th, 1996... Easter.

Early in the morning my siblings and I sprung up and rushed to the living room to bask at all the goodies the Easter Bunny had left us.

Hardboiled Eggs, Cadbury Eggs, Malted Milk Ball Eggs, Chocolate Marshmallow Eggs, and Crosses made of Chocolate because Jesus was not Crucified on an Egg.

Beyond the chocolates we typically got one solid/major gift from the Ol' Pastel Hare and lo and behold he left me... I can't remember... it was 1996.

But I do remember days previously my family took a road trip in to the city and stopped at the mall (Woot! Woot!) and I was left unattended with a $20 bill. Mindlessly Meandoring, my brother and I found ourselves inside an On Cue (probably one of the greatest stores of the 90s) and I came face to face with a Dumb & Dumber standee amongst a shelf of VHS tapes.

At the time I had never seen Dumb & Dumber but I was a big fan of The Mask and Ace Ventura: Pet Detective - Mr. Carrey's material always got a lot of laughs at recess.

So, I did what any 8 year old would do - I grabbed the VHS to take to my Mom and ask her if I could have it, but before I could make it out of the store the theft alarms went off.

An On Cue clerk nabbed me and said some crap like "You gotta pay for that," and I retorted something like, "I gotta show my mom". The clerk then told me I need money to take the movie out of the store so I flashed him my $20 and he rung me up.

At 8 years old this was my biggest purchase of my life.

By the time I rejoined my family I totally forgot I invested my money in a movie because I was 8 and that's the kind of baller shit 8 year olds do.

Now hop back to Easter. I had been holding on to the VHS waiting for the most opportune time to spring it on my family for a full on showing.

I come from a family of squabblers but no matter what was going down a good old movie could unify the fam in the living room and what better time than Easter after Catholic Mass.

So, while my siblings were darting around the room looking for Easter candy I nonchalantly stashed Dumb & Dumber in my Easter Basket.

When my parents came into the room to simmer us kids down it was time for us to display our beautiful bounty of gifts from the Easter Bunny.

My older sister got Blah...

And my brother got Blah...

And my other sister got Blah...

It was 1996... what kid remembers what his siblings got for Easter? We are here for my ramblings of My First VHS...

Anywhosel, Then it was my turn to present- I swung that VHS above my head like I was Effing He-Man!

There I was, a Red Headed Cherub, yucking it up like the Easter Bunny left me a gift of joy... I can only imagine what my folks were really thinking at the moment, ya know, because they tell the Easter Bunny what we want for Easter.

So, April 7th, 1996, I can't speak for my family... let alone remember, but I can speak for myself...That day I pissed my pants laughing... figuratively... I was 8... I for sure remember not pissing my pants.

#Movie Monday #52 in 20 #Dumb & Dumber #Jim Carrey #Jeff Daniels #Easter #1994 #1996 #Eggs #Easter Candy #Easter Bunny #On Cue #90s #Family Movie Night #He-Man #Red Headed Cherub