#look at my baby all grown up and smashing clowns

[spookystarbooky]

Most satisfying thing to come out of Three Jokers is Barbara smashing the camera in his face, I could not be more proud of my girl 🖤

#dc #Batman #three jokers #barbara gordon #batgirl #jason todd #red hood #look at my baby all grown up and smashing clowns #I hate that clown so much my god

[clownmeat242]

the big, brown beaded rosary above my grandparents’ bed

a big, bulky backpack full of my dads things

a stick used to pry mud

an apple that stayed very good after a long time

pink, purple, and blue lava lamps

a special yellow lava lamp

an angel baby statuette, lying down holding a moon

2 special, blue coral dolphin figurines, 4 dolphins, 2 dolphins each

a mood bracelet

blue bangles with colorful gemstones

a card id that was my dad’s death identification

a big, interconnected dmv online system with games

a nun’s headdress

various gummy candy

christmas light lawn deer decorations

photographs of my dad

a photograph of my grandpa with my two young cousins

a plastic bag full of yellow rice and shrimp

my dad’s eggs

the string across sierra’s window with our things hanging from it

american flag sunglasses

a brown cigar box

a silver elk creature with silver chains hanging from it

black swirls of death

these goggle-like glasses that would have parts that would pop off when trying to be fixed

a clear, dry glue stick

a bitten off, red ring pop that resembled a pacifier

a peppa pig baby phone toy

a baby book with blue writing and bees all around it, saying “the cross dressing” something

the blue can of axe spray from 2016

my grandpa’s computer

clear, star shaped boxes of blue slime with pink beads

carrot cake

the red ball toy with the cat in the hat on it, from my childhood

a bulky, purple, show poodle toy

an oval shaped virgin mary necklace with a golden crown

a bigger, heavier, circular, holographic necklace of mary, joseph and jesus, with a message about love

a halloween wall decoration of a group of people wearing pink with blank faces

little sims 4 ghost light decorations

fancy bathtubs with buckets to collect water from them

chocolate straws and wafers

a big hole in the sand that resembled one my dad used to dig

the aloe vera plant on grandma’s balcony

the beaded necklace i made with cheap walmart beads, with a part of the ohio bead necklace attached to it

a deep blue, circular pendant of mary and jesus

this virgin mary, religious box and a mary/joseph/jesus figurine

a note written to a teacher about “what my grandpa did to me”

the rose lamp in my room

my puppy angel container

my backpack, stolen by my grandpa

sierra and i’s black notebook

a big toy bear that was actually a real bear

buttered toast

incomplete clown outfits

contradicting black/white couches

metal rods shoved through little mind people holding them in place, dead together

gratuitous cupcakes with baby blue icing

a mix of games i created with a crash code, crashing into itself like a death game black hole

orange juice

my jar of piercings, while my earrings were all missing from my ears

a big grey fountain with a statue virgin mary in the middle of it

mary made of the same opaque glass as the light angel

a documentary about the women who lived in the pink virgin mary house, as well as a youth group

a map of a beach area where mary was born

a metal helmet with little wings

dark black scribble drawings in my old puppy notebook

a drawing about something having to do with protecting the precious innocence of a child

a meth pipe with meth in it

a magnifying glass

a green backpack that belonged to my different dream parents, full of old photographs

golden tooth/gums dog implants

silver paw print dog tag

yellow greyhound bus tickets from savannah, georgia to west virginia

dried chunk of ramen noodles

a handful of clear dog teeth

a bag of blood to drink

my red axe, that i bestowed upon an ally

the blue manatee towel from my childhood

a thing that looked like a bowling pin but it was a “clown drink” and spawned in random places

holographic religious picture in my wallet

alcohol bottles at the store to smash

my clover ring (it’s “lost”)

blue toy unicorns, severed doll heads, naked barbies

a big heart collage figurine thing that my aunt created for me, with a bible verse, a glued picture of me when i was a child on green sea glass, a framed heart photo of my little cousin, a crying fairy angel figurine on top, a candle, and a figurine of st. francis crying, kneeling. it was stuck together with this movable white glue so it would come apart, but it was together.

these book pages that could have paint extracted from them

drawers that could only be opened with passcode

chicken patties that were cooked over and over, dropped in the same places, and eaten

blue ice pops that appeared frozen but were liquid

lemon flavored chips

a letter with evil energy written to me, with thick, scribbly distressed black writing, that said “GET SOME HELP” with a $500 bill, and on the back more unintelligible crayon writing, with 2 names, zesh & halla, and a pumpkin drawing

a shining blue orb in the sky with a mermaid inside, floating down to my grandma’s balcony and created energy

my mom’s teenage ring

a big box of tools

reflective mirror glasses

a screen that “needed repairing”

a dress up game where you could turn a man’s head into the head of a gorilla

2 stacks of childhood photos that i gave to an undeserving person, to look through

an alternate instagram account of someone i knew in middle school where he was dead and it was his memory page

a candid photo of 3 people i knew in middle school

donny’s white truck that i messed up somehow by turning the wheels on gravel

a huge container full of yellow pacifiers

a piece of paper that someone wrote “angel” on

a pink key and a red key

a huge stack of hay that could kill people by rolling over them

the window of a pool supply store with blue art of angels ascending

money that looked like superman cards

a purple vape with a synthetic marijuana substance (paranoia, hallucinations) called axlaxl

a pink box with feminine personal effects

huge cardboard boxes of fruit, stacked on top of small beer boxes stacked on top of each other

a red toy soldier holding a bazooka (counterpart)

a rainbow jumprope stuck in the dirt attached to roots

a huge yellow goodyear semi truck

a small amount of weed in an old altoids can

my dad’s red box of drill bits

my old purple bike

classic bubble gum

my green converse that had something written on them like “cage the lamb”

my tragic clown statue that and had its porcelain coat turned inside out to be a rodeo vest

a white pair of boxers with burgers, fries and soda pops, and another pair over them, cut and snipped

a golden outdoor christmas display of the virgin mary, joseph and jesus

a gargantuan statue of the virgin mary looking down at the ground, wearing a light blue veil, towering over the church

a mermaid drawing on a whiteboard

a white sheet tied up with a black and pink easter egg inside that could put a fully grown human inside of it

pink, rose shaped bouncy ball that lit up, and once lit it wouldn’t ever stop lighting up, a pumpkin one too

food tickets that could get you rice drowned in vegetable water

orange frog displays in dirt

a designated frog hat that lets the people know who the leader is

“angel water” in green vials

aztec heads in the pool bathroom

huge dead roaches

a box of ham

a cat angel statue

2 cherubs made of clay, had water dumped on them and they melted

tall blue flip flops

a white friday the 13th lighter

a white “the shining” lighter that had “jack” written in blood on a hotel wall

an airline called “popair”

silver hanging nipple rings, a silver chain and half blue, half red pants

severed amusement park parts being taken away in a white van

a box of nails/screws, a big black box

bamboo trees

a big ball of chocolate

my skyrim dragon keychain

a drawing pad with 2 girls kissing

a faucet that soaked everything

a disgusting poem written by my grandpa “lathered in water, a son and a daughter, how exquisite”

a red squishy bear toy

[duhliriouss]

Gotham’s Little Prince:

Part One

A Request For: @jokers-doll Here you go Doll, I hope you like this first part :)

Summary: Y/N finds out she’s pregnant with Joker’s baby. Terrified of how he will react, she hides the evidence until she can muster up the courage to tell him.

A/N: Buckle up because this is more than just a story of reader telling Joker she’s pregnant. There’s aftermath, protection and a beautiful birth❣️this was supposed to be a one shot but I got carried away like always 🖤

Beta Reader: @arthur-flecks-lovely-smile thank you again! Im so glad I found you ❣️ The perfect Beta Reader. Everyone should check out her work too, it’s amazing and it inspires me :)

Word Count: 2,934

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Swearing, Pregnancy, Mentions of Violence

You were tired, exhausted actually. After Joker had overthrown Gotham, you have both worked tirelessly day in and day out to get where you have gotten in this very moment.

And there you were - standing outside on the balcony of Wayne’s Manor, with your hands on the railings looking out over the trees at the cities buildings that stood tall in the distance. Even though it was right outside the city, it was the perfect place for a king and his queen. This is where you and Joker lived now after hearing of the Wayne families death, and a luxury it was. How ironic it had been that you both had everything you could possibly ever dream of; a warm bath in a marble tub that blended with the white marble floors, grapes picked right off the vine for you and Joker to share after a long day, aged wine worth hundreds, a magnificent California king size bed with a canopy of dark red drapes cascading down the frames. Everything, everything except the daily doses of Gotham’s chaos. It was too peaceful here for you and your king sometimes. 

So that is why you stood where you were in this moment, Joker and Your’s favorite spot, the only spot in the manor to be able to still see the tall structures as they inundated with the smoke that rose from Gotham’s streets.

You usually accompanied Joker during his daily tasks and crimes. He’s been a busy man since this all started, usually making sure his followers were keeping guard around the entire city’s borders.

No one comes in... and nobody leaves.

But you have stayed behind this past week and a half, you weren’t feeling well. You blamed it on your upcoming period since you tended to belong to the unlucky kind of woman who couldn’t even get out of bed during their cycle. Though your period never came, and you have grown worried. Joker has been very stressed recently so you haven’t dared to talk to him about your own distresses and concerns.

It was unlike you to keep things from Joker. You first met when you were walking home from work one day. You saw a clown dancing happily to piano music on the street with a sign reading “EVERYTHING MUST GO”. You watched him as you came closer only to find a group of punks stealing his sign and running away with it. You quickened your steps and followed as the clown chased after the teenagers. After a couple blocks you thought you had lost sight of his bright colored getup. Ready to give up, you went to turn around until you saw him laying almost lifeless down the ally in front of you. You saw no sight of the punks so you started to run until you were close enough to kneel down by the clown. You helped him up and brushed off the asphalt that stuck to his clothes.... and the rest has been history.

You sighed deeply, still flicking your (y/e/c) eyes to the buildings in the distance. You held your tummy as your mind rambled anxiously. You knew it was possible you could be pregnant. Joker wasn’t one to care for protection or pulling out. And neither were you for that matter. The sensation was just too staggering to give a shit. You were both so impulsive, you were perfect for each other.

As you looked out your mind continued to ramble with thought after thought. Joker was out there in between those buildings somewhere. You were planning on going out to get a pregnancy test without being seen by anybody. This would be a difficult task since everyone knew who you were, everyone knew you were Joker’s Queen.

You took one last sigh before turning on your heels to go back inside. You scurried down the hallways and corridors to your bedroom to change your clothes into something that would make you less noticeable. After a couple minutes of searching you found a oversized black coat that had probably belonged to Thomas Wayne. You also picked out some black jeans you owned. You quickly got dressed and took a look in the mirror, taking your (y/h/c) hair and pulling it behind your head to tuck it in the back of the coat. You then reached over and grabbed a clown mask, setting it over your face before pulling up the hoodie over your head. You felt confident that you could get away with this look and blend in.

And with that you were off, leaving the building with ease without being seen by any of the “guards” that Joker had stationed around your new home. You were allowed to leave whenever you wanted but you didn’t want to chance any of them telling Joker you had left. You had imagined beforehand what it would be like; Coming home early only to find one of his henchman tattling to him before he could even reach the main doors. Revealing to him how you were spotted leaving, without a return. You knew he would be very concerned for your wellbeing. You’d rather just come clean now than have to make Joker go through such affliction.

Your walk was longer than usual since you stayed in the shadows. You took allies that weren’t occupied and kept your head down as protesters and rallies passed. You entered the first convenient store you saw. You didn’t have to buy anything right now In this city as the mayhem was at its peak recently. No one was working since it was too dangerous. Almost all stores had smashes in the window and most people looted as they pleased. You walked straight in through the window and found the feminine section fairly quickly. You took what you needed and left and fast as you came.

You were home safe without being noticed by a soul. You peeled the clothes off putting them back where you found it and changed back into your dark blue polka dot flare dress. You walked straight to a bathroom that usually wasn’t used by Joker and Yourself. You lifted your dress and sat down, staring down at the box that contained the test. You felt unsure now.

Did you really want to know right now? What if it’s positive? How will your beloved Joker react?

Your heart started to pound in your ears as these new thoughts rose throughout you. You couldn’t see this being a positive outcome. You really didn’t want to see Joker mad. He was so unpredictable with his emotions that sometimes you didn’t even know if you knew him. He’s not Arthur anymore. However, Joker was still very tender towards you. Warm and gentle for the most part. But you also knew certain things caused him to lash out. You actually loved how unpredictable he was at times. It made everything new and exciting. But right now you were seeing how this could be a not so great and not so thrilling thing.

You were feeling dizzy now. Your mind going a mile a minute, you tried to get your breathing under control.

“You can do this. Joker will still love you no matter what. Just take the test.” You consoled softly to yourself.

You took a few more deep breaths before opening the box. 1980’s pregnancy tests were test tubes that took 2 hours before showing results. So you were in for a very tense wait. And a nervous one at that since you were never sure when Joker was going to be home. You did everything you were supposed to do. You shook the urine in the test tube and placed it behind the toilet on the floor for no one to see. You took the box and crinkled it up inside out, discarding it deep in the trash. Now all there was to do was wait. And it WAS a very tense wait. You made a mental note to keep your eye on the clock for when it was ready to check.

You tried to keep your mind off of it by watching tv, a fail. You paced the halls over and over with your hands clenched behind your back. You even went outside to get fresh air and smell the roses that had begun to wilt outside. You were running out of ideas to ease this edge. And oh so badly did you need a cigarette right now. You usually smoked almost as much as Joker but you haven’t dared the past few days. Joker actually noticed this the other day and questioned you to see if everything was alright. Only then did you stutter out an excuse by saying your throat was scratchy and it made it worse. And what a stupid excuse it was, initiating your guilt as he ran to make you herbal tea with tender kisses for the rest of the night.

You went back inside to check the clock.

30 minutes left

With a impatient huff, you went to go try and watch tv again In the bedroom. You walked down the hallway for what seemed like the 80th time today and turned to step into the bedroom. You gasped, jumping backward when you saw that Joker was standing right there. He saw that he’d startled you. He reached his arms out for you, a smirk evidently written on his face.

“My sweet darling girl, how I’ve missed you today”

You straightened yourself out and smiled sheepishly. He always made you a blushing mess. You skipped over and let yourself fall into his arms. He instantly scooped you up with ease, making you instinctively wrap your legs around him and letting your head fall over his shoulder. He wasn’t much taller than you but he still always managed to hold and carry you comfortably.

“I’ve missed you too. And you’re home so early.” You tried to hide the nervousness in your voice.

He started to draw circles on your back as he spoke. “A clown can only do so much crime my love. Besides, I thought I’d surprise you with something tonight since you haven’t been feeling well.” His voice cracked huskily.

Your body sunk heavier into him. You didn’t know your guilt could make you feel this culpable. You leaned back to look in Joker’s green orbs as he held you, putting on your best fake smile.

“What is it?”

“Stay here doll while I go get it for you, I left it in the kitchens”

Joker placed you down gently and began to make his way out the door, stopping at the door frame. He kept his gaze forward as he spoke. “Don’t move a muscle, I know how sneaky you can be, my little squirrel”

You smiled sheepishly one last time until he was out of site. Joker knew you all too well, seeing how you poked your head around the doorframe until he was out of site again. You were confident you had enough time to race down back to the bathrooms and check on your fate. The bathrooms were much closer than the kitchens. You couldn’t wait any longer. You took your first sharp right turn down another coordinator, making your way to the end before taking another sharp right which led off to the bathroom. As you took your last turn you stopped in your tracks instantly as you saw Joker standing right outside the bathroom doors talking to one of his female followers that helped keep guard around the building. You hid yourself around the corner and poked your head out slightly to listen. They didn’t notice you.

“Why are you showing me this? I don’t even know what that is”

“It’s a pregnancy test Sir, I don’t know who’s it is but it’s positive, just figured I’d show you before tossing it out”

You leaned your back fully against the wall around the corner now. Your hands found your mouth to muffle your sobs as tears poured down your cheeks. Not only did you just find out you were pregnant, but this was also not the way you wanted your Joker to find out. How was he going to react now, Keeping it from him like that?

Will he even still love me? he’s THE Joker. The infamous man that’s killed multiple under his own will. Why would a man like him want a baby with someone like me? Especially in such a disorderly world that we have created together. He’s going to make me leave this place. Probably force me to move somewhere else far away to somewhere safer. I’ll never see him again!

Your eyes were scrunched tightly closed. You let your hair fall messily around your face as you continued to muffle your sobs with your hands. You were so caught up in the shock you didn’t think to run away. And you didn’t notice Joker was standing right in front of you now.

“Y/N...”

Your breath caught in your throat. You slowly started to take your hands away from your mouth. You kept your head down with your arms stick straight by your sides, your hands balled up in little fists. You peaked your eyes up to look your destiny in the face. Your eyes began to dart around his face, desperate to find any emotion apparent on his features. But... nothing. You couldn’t see any emotion. His red painted lips displayed a thin line. His eyes showed emptiness, not even the green in his irises were visible.

Joker watched your eyes dart around him desperately. He knew it was your test. Why else would you be hiding around the corner in a complete dismantled mess? He cleared his throat and tried one more time.

“Y/N, answer me”

You finally let go and burst into tears. Covering your whole face with your hands and sobbing as you pleaded. “I’m so sorry!! I didn’t know either and I was just coming to check. I promise I was going to tell you today! I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I’m so sorry I left this place by myself and stole the test without telling you! I know I should have told you my worries sooner but... you’ve just been so stressed recently and so busy I didn’t want to bother you or stress you more. Please forgive me Joker! Please don’t make me leave this city! I love it too much now! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what to do”

Your head stayed down as you sobbed and hyperventilated between each sentence as you cluttered. Joker watched you with his lips slightly parted without interrupting your break down. After you were finished, you continued to breath heavy and brought your hands up to wipe your tears with your balled fists. A couple seconds had passed without hearing a response from him, which caused you look up to see if he was even still there.

He was, but his features still looked emotionless to you. Maybe a little bit shocked? You opened up your mouth to speak again but was stopped short when Joker’s laughs began to fill the corridor, echoing down the halls. His face showed a semi wide grin as he laughed louder, placing his hand on his chest. He didn’t look mad, he also didn’t seem very sympathetic to you in this moment either. And it definitely wasn’t a laughing attack. It sounded like his real, true laugh. They started to die down into giggles as he wiped the tears from his face. This all hit you hard in the chest.

“I think I’ll go no—“

You were interrupted as Joker scooped you up in an immense hug. Swirling you around a couple times before stopping to sway you back and forth, drawing circles on your back like he did in your bedroom.

“My dear Y/N...You really are a sneaky little squirrel”

You couldn’t speak. Your mind bounced around to what the hell was going on. You felt comforted however as he held and swayed you before bringing his head back to look at you. None of this was what you were expecting.

“Look at me.” His voice was calm

You leaned back as he did and looked into eyes. You could see his green oceans now. And you could still see the tears in his eyes from laughing.

“My little squirrel, do you see these tears?”

“Yes...”

“They’re tears of joy darling, I would never be angry over something like this”

“Y-you’re really not mad?” You stuttered through your new found tears.

“Of course not.” He cooed in his high pitched voice. He began to walk forward until your back was against the cool wall, leveraging you as he still held you to free one of his hands, gently placing it over your tummy as he spoke more. “I put a prince in your belly”. He said it in a British accent, causing you to giggle.

“How do you know? It could be a princess!”

“I just have a feeling. But we shall see darling”

You couldn’t stop smiling now. And neither could joker. You started to feel a little silly for being so worried in the first place. You both cried happily as you brought your head into his chest, taking in his scent that smelled like cigarettes, mint, and blood. Joker took his hand off your tummy and brought you closer, placing his hand in your hair now to slightly stroke the (y/h/c) strands.

“Is that why you haven’t been smoking?”

“Yeah..” you replied innocently

“So sneaky...”

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[hecohansen31]

KINKTOBER (17: Breeding Kink)

Supreme! Michael+Hawthorne Headmast! Reader:

(If you are confused about this universe just read this).

Hey guys, I’ll put the keep reading when I am home! 💙 (Sorry! 😭)

SUMMARY: Michael’s desire for you is suddenly so unhibited and strange and you can’t help but wonder what has caused it... although you are not complaining about it

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink/Creampie.

He had hounded you as a starving dog, looking for some food all day.

But you were still on work duty and hadn’t been able to follow his devious suggestions.

You had calmed his nervous state, promising to be his that night, and as soon as the lesson finished you had moved onto your shared suite in a little house linked to Hawthorne but far away enough not to have you students all up in your business.

You had lived in that little house long before you were wedded to the Supreme, but since you two were lawfully or unlawfully wedded, it seemed to warm and happy...

... still missing something, although neither you and Michael had pressured each other for that.

You lived in a blissfull peace for long, only you two and were beyond than happy with that.

When you had arrived, Michael hadn’t been home, since he might have thought about carrying some business over at Robinchaux, meanwhile he waited for you.

You had taken the chance for a nice relaxing bath, completely diving under the water, exiting it only as the water water had become cold and you had found yourself to be too lazy to warm it up again.

Then you took care of your body with lotions and perfume, slipping into an elegant lacey nightgown, black as the night waiting outside which you stared into, wondering what was happening outside to keep your lover away from you.

It couldn’t help but be more ironic: you had avoided him all day, just to miss him by night.

What a fickle thing was love...

Strong arms enveloped you in a warm hug, almost surprising you, meanwhile you adjusted yourself to the warmth, almost grateful for it.

“Hello, beloved, haven’t you missed me?” he asked softly in your ear, before biting it gently, making you moan softly your answer which was a clear and playful “no”.

You escaped his grip elegantly, turning to face him, smirking lightly and finding a dark need in your lover’s face, something that brought your core to sing, meanwhile you did your best not to let it affect you too much, wanting to tease Michael more.

“... oh what lies does your mouth spin” chastised you the Supreme, meanwhile he chased you around the bed, finally catching up to you and throwing you onto the bed.

And there that dark and aroused stare chaned, becoming devilish famished.

“What has happened to you, lover?” you asked softly, grabbing his face to make him stare up at you, enamoured with those pretty azure eyes, which had grown a shade darker due to anger and arousal.

Michael didn’t answer immediately, pushing up your nightgown up to reveal your naked stomach and your raised breasts, standing at attention, which he licked throughly, biting down on them to leave a light mark, before he started suckling them softly, gaining a few good screams from you and your totally loss of memory about your own question.

And when he answered it seemed nothing more than an hungry man answer, showing you his teeth.

“You are fertile”.

It all hit you up in that moment: a month ago you had gone off the pill, since you and Michael had both talked about a possible baby, but you hadn’t been able to try much, mostly using the motto “if it happens, it happens”.

You hadn’t thought that it would have such an effect on Michael, who had moved onto pushing your panties down your legs, revealing your already wet sex, shining even more due to indeed your fertile window.

He seemed like a starving man being put in front of food for the first time since for ever.

“... and you denied me for all the day, you evil creature” he mumbled, almost whining pathetically, then any moan of displeasure was soothed by him diving his plump lips onto your heat, effectively tasting you and bringing pleasure to your deepest core.

He continued his lapping till he had enough and all his face was full of your juices, a true erotic sight, and solliciting other wetness between your legs, which he collected, just to rub it onto his manhood.

He had just pulled it out from his pants, due to his aching desire, and had gently but with firmeness settled you up comfortably onto your back, spreading your legs and the mess between them, something which brought red onto your cheeks.

He pushed himself into you quickly making you howl for the surprise, and he pushed himself flush onto you, as if he wanted to make you two, one, what would probably happen soon, that night.

You reached onto his hair, pulling on them to smash even closer your lips, to become even further a single being and your kegs blocked themselves behind his ass, pushing him further into you, till he hit your cervix.

“... you are always so fucking tight, wet and warm” he mumbled, into your ear, which he licked softly “I really hope my seed will be able to take its seat into you”.

“Michael, please” you pleaded, as his hips pounded into you, almost as a savage beast, not stopping till he fucking knotted you.

“Are you begging for my cock or my seed?” he taunted you, stopping the violent thrusts for a slower rhythm, making you feel each inch of his manhood, making you feel completely the way he fillled you and the way he was already leaking in you, leaving a slight slickness between your trembling legs.

“Both, damn, both” you chanted, totally lost on the pleasure hooked onto it, and feeling yourself lose your sanity due to the sudden slow rhythm that had brought you onto the verge of madness, not letting you tumble in your own pleasure.

“Will you make me a father, sweetheart?” his tone was sickengly sweet and it didn’t stop you from smiling lightly at the promise of that future.

“Yes, Michael, a million times, yes” and he gently brought your hand to kiss it tenderly, before his thrusts went back to that animalistic rush that brought you to feel a simple bitch in heat, searching the end of that rushed pleasure.

“... then take everything I give you, my beauty” he muttered, pushing himself to hit that special spot inside her, his hands fisting roughly the sheet, till his knuckles went white and his hips moved erratically.

Sweat fell onto your shoulders and you tried your best to reach over, to push him with you.

And you did, with a moan of your rosy lips and a smile.

“Fill me up and make me a mommy” you mumbled in his ear, meanwhile he lost himself in you, coating your sensitive walls with his own cum and falling onto you, still hard inside you.

“Do you think we have made it?” you giggled turning yourself around, and bringing yourself with him, standing atop of him, excited of your conjoined bodies and your joint fluids, mixing together inside of yourself.

“I do think so, my love” he kissed your forehead, before he brought you again under him with a shriek “... but I do think that another round will give us even more chances of success”.

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[iamknicole]

Just the Two of Us (20)

HAHN AU

Excuse any typos please!

Two weeks passed since the trip to Savannah and things had been relatively quiet. Lainey, Marcie and Melissa were moved into the house Caleb had fixed up. Both, Marcie and Melissa had served their husbands with divorce papers. Lainey knew her brothers, her father and boyfriend were all working hard to fix and handle things so she didn't protest when she realized she had a detail. Bishop was already following her, another person didn't bother her.

Charles had been back and forth from Atlanta to Savannah without Lainey knowing. He wanted to focus on business and not lead anybody to her new place just in case they were dumb enough to follow her.

He walked in the Love Train diner taking a moment to look around. Once he found who he was looking for, he winked at one of the owners an older woman before going to the booth. Making himself comfortable, he smiled at the man across from him.

"Mitchell Malone, you are not a hard man to find." He said coolly.

Mitch had to do a double take when he looked up from the menu. "What can I do for you, Charles?"

Charles chuckled picking up the menu in front of him opening it up. "You should get the pot roast, it's pretty good. And for the record, governor will always do from you. Alright, Mitchell?"

"You know I could kill you right now? There is a price on your head, ya know?"

"Hmm, I think I might try the iron city meatloaf. Did you know that the woman who owns this diner, Ms. Hattie, named that after Mama Rose? She loved it so much."

Mitch stared at him sitting the menu down. "Did you not hear me?"

Charles kept his eyes on his menu, "Maybe you're more of a chicken man. You have a lot in common."

"What's that mean, Charles?"

"I think I was very clear about what you could call me," Charles responded his eyes still on the menu, "You know Mama Rose is a sweet woman. She always tells me that she wishes you had even a little piece of what I have in me."

"Don't you dare bring up my grandmother."

The waitress approached the table for their orders, Charles took the initiative to order for them both disregarding Mitch's disdain. After he ordered, Charles turned his attention back to the man sitting across from him.

"I can do what I want, she's my grandmother as well. She invited me into the family a while ago," he smiled, "Yeah, you're her favorite grandchild but me? I am her favorite everything. When she's in trouble, when she needs anything she calls me. When I need anything, she volunteers to handle it."

Mitch grunted. "You say that to say what?"

"If and when Mama Rose finds out what you and those clowns are planning, family or not, she'll handle it. I won't even have to lift a finger if I don't want to."

"Yeah okay, dude. Whatever."

The waitress brought their drinks and food with a special message for Charles from Hattie. Quickly, Charles said his grace and started to eat his meatloaf.

"Eat up, no sense in having this conversation on an empty stomach. And don't worry, it's on me."

Begrudgingly, Mitch started to eat his food looking cautiously around the diner. He wasn't sure who or if anyone had come in with Charles so he kept his eyes opened. The thought of calling his uncle came and went, by the time his uncle got there Charles would've been long gone.

"You're familiar with Alaina Parker?"

"Yeah I know Lainey. Why?"

Charles corrected him quickly, "Alaina. I was told that not only do you have a growing obsession with her but you can't keep your hands to yourself when it comes to her."

"Don't know what you're talking about."

Charles hummed. "No, you know. I'm sure of it. Whatever you're thinking about that concerns her in any capacity, it'd be in your best interest if you let them remain thoughts."

"Look, I'm grown. I'm gonna do what I want."

"That's right you're gonna do what you want," Charles repeated then took a sip of his drink, "And if you do what you want that includes Alaina in any way then I'm gonna do what I want to you and whoever else that's involved."

Mitch leaned onto the table. "Is that a threat?"

"No, not at all, Mitchell. I am not threatening you, I'm simply telling you what's going to happen. And if you think what her brother did to you was painful then you don't want me to get my hands on you."

Mitch eyed him, his nostrils glared in annoyance. He couldn't believe Charles was trying to scare him. No one ever tries a Malone like that and gets away with it.

"You just watch your back, Governor."

"Only cowards kill from behind. Malones aren't cowards," Charles said wiping his mouth and getting up, "Or did you forget?"

Charles tossed the money on the table then strolled out of the fine going to the waiting SUV. He knew he'd put a fire in Mitch, that's exactly what he wanted. Mama Rose anyways told him how impulsive Mitch could be and that's exactly what he wanted.

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Melissa sat in the middle of her bed waiting for Benny to come out her bathroom from taking his shower. She figured out a way to tell him that would hopefully put a smile on his face. Ten minutes later, Benny came out the bathroom in a t-shirt and basketball shorts going to plop on the bed beside her.

"You good? Look like you thinking?" He asked rubbing his head.

"Yeah tryna remember this riddle I learned today."

Benny laughed, "Look at you but you said mine were annoying."

Laughing, Melissa turned to face him on the bed. "They are annoying. Mine are actually good."

"Yeah yeah. Lay it on me then."

"I’m small but very important and loved already. I’m free to make but expensive over time. You’ll see me very soon but you cannot see me yet. What am I?"

Benny frowned thinking and repeating what she'd said. "Free to make but expensive over time? What the hell?"

Melissa laughed, "Think really hard, B."

He sat quietly, mumbling occasionally to himself. To be honest, it was getting harder and harder for Melissa not to blurt it out. She wanted him to know but she wanted him to work for it.

"See me soon but not yet ... small but important and loved," he said softly. A minute later he clapped and sat up. "I figured it out!"

"What's the answer, B?" Melissa laughed.

"Its a baby, that's the answer. Gone and tell me I'm right. Go head."

She nodded having his hand putting it on her stomach. "You're right, B. Its a baby."

Looking from her face to his hand and back again, a slow smile spread across his face. "A baby? We havin' a baby?"

"Yes, we're having a baby. You happy?"

Benny moved his hands to her face and kissed her urgently. "Yooo ... I'm havin' a baby. I can't believe this shit. That's my baby in there."

"That's right. I'll get a DNA test if you want, B. I don't mind."

"Nah," he said quickly, "Ain't no need for that. This baby couldn't be nobody's but mine. That's all me."

"You sure?"

"I'm damn sure. That's my baby and so are you."

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Because of the appointment she had with Veronica and Victoria, Lainey let her stylist know that they weren't opening until 1pm. As soon as she pulled into the parking lot she noticed something was wrong. Throwing her car in park, she hopped out with her phone in her hand rushing to the salon where a few of her other girls were standing, staring.

"What the hell happened?" She asked looking at the broken glass everywhere from the window and doors. "What is this?"

One of the girls shrugged telling her they had all just gotten there right before she did. Nodding, Lainey carefully walked truth the glass and into her salon glancing momentarily at the all but destroyed doors. Tears stung her eyes with every step she took. Her salon had been destroyed. Dryers and sinks ripped from the wall so water had been spraying everywhere from the pipes, chairs ripped from the floor and beat to hell, all the mirrors were smashed. The computer in the reception area was smashed, there was damage to the desk as well. Her plants were uprooted scattered around along with the soil. Her pictures, her signs were all broken. There were things spraypainted along the walls that she didn't bother to read.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times but nothing came out.

"You want us to call the police, Lainey?"

Lainey shook her head slowly. "No, no don't. My brothers."

Taking the hint, her employee left her and went to make the call. Lainey's phone started to vibrate in her hand, she answered it slowly putting it to her ear.

"You free? Or you back at work?" Charles asked with joy in his voice.

"Charles," she whispered trying not to cry alerting him.

"What is it? What's wrong, baby?"

"My ... they ... its ruined," she mumbled still looking around.

"What's ruined? I dont understand."

"My salon," she cried into the phone. "Its ruined."

"Shit, I'm coming. I got the chopper on standby, thirty minutes at the most but I'm coming."

Lainey stumbled into the only chair that was still somewhat in tact and put her free hand on her face crying. Charles tried to soothe he as best he could but he knew she was devastated which pissed him off. He knew this wasn't a one and done, this was a warning and he was about to give one of his own.

#hahn au #just the two of us #have and have nots au

[returnn-of-the-mac]

I love the way you write the companions! Especially X6! Companions react to Sole giving them nicknames based on pre-war movies?

Thank you! X6 is one of my favorite characters to write (along with Ada and Danse)! Sorry this took so long, there were a few characters I struggled with (looking @u gage & preston). Also, again, I usually write a silent Sole, but I couldn’t for this one, obviously. Please enjoy!😄

Fo4 Companions React: Sole Giving Them Pre-War Movie Nicknames

Strong:

Strong and Sole where walking around Sanctuary when the super mutant heard rustling in the bushes.

“COME OUT, PUNY RADROACH! STRONG SMASH YOU INTO THE GROUND!”

Sole smirked, “Easy there, Hulk. It’s just Dogmeat.”

Strong scratched his head, “Who Hulk? He a Radroach?”

Danse:

Sole was in Danse’s quarters as the Paladin was trying on some new patriotic power armor he had designed. He stepped out in his red, white, and blue mechanical suit and twisted around a bit to show Sole.

“What do you think,” He asked, “Is it too much?”

Sole giggled, “You kinda look like Optimus Prime.”

“You mean Liberty Prime?”

“Nope. I mean Optimus Prime. He’s a Cybertronian from a pre-war movie called Transformers.” Sole explained.

“Cybertron? Is that like a synth,” Danse scoffed, “Cuz I’d be damned if I looked like a synth.”

“Well, no. Cybertron is the planet they’re from. It’s complicated, but it’s basically a fictional species of robots that can transform from ordinary objects. Like cars.”

A confused Danse gave his companion an acknowledging nod, “Ah, okay. That actually sounds pretty interesting. Maybe the Brotherhood could start crafting armor based off of these ...uh...’Cybertronians.’ You’re going to have to show me sometime, soldier.”

Nick:

“Hmm...” Nick pondered, looking over his latest case, “This Marowski fellow seems to be up to no good, yet again. His chem lab is more secure this time too...I’m thinking we’re going to have to tinker around with some scrap and invent a device to break into there undetected.”

“And what do you suggest we create, Inspector Gadget?”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Ha ha. Very funny. I happen to who that is, you know.”

MacCready:

MacCready and Sole where camping out at Outpost Zimonja for the night, lying under the stars, next to a campfire.

“You know what stinks,” Macready began, “Being an adult. So much is expected of you, and all the other adults are all just a buncha bullies.”

Sole gazed at their companion and he continued, “I swear, the kids at Little Lamplight were more mature than at least half the mungos in the Commonwealth. I wish I’d never had grown up...I wish I could’ve stayed a kid forever.”

“Okay, Peter Pan,” Sole laughed, “Growing up is a part of life. Everyone goes through it. Society wouldn’t thrive if people didn’t get older.”

MacCready was still caught up on the first part of Sole’s statement. “Peter...who? Who’s that?”

“Peter Pan. He was a mythical boy who never grew up, and he lead a group called The Lost Boys in Neverland. They’d go on adventures and stuff. It was a story that got adapted into a popular pre-war movie,” Sole explained.

MacCready was captivated by the description. “That seems...awesome, actually! Can you tell me more about it?”

Ada:

Sole and Ada were trekking through the wilderness just beyond the glowing sea when a RadStrorm hit. Adamant about making it to their destination, Sole continued to their journey, despite the wind, rain, and rads.

“[Sir/Ma’am],” Ada beckoned, “Being that I am non-organic, these rads don’t have an effect on me. You, however, might get sick if we continue.”

Sole ignored Ada and continued to press forward. Ada tried again.

“[Sir/Ma’am]? It is highly likely that you will not be able to successfully complete your mission if you were to fall ill.”

Sole, once again, ignored their companion and continued forward. Ada, ardent about keeping her companion healthy, tried a third time.

“[Sir/Ma’am]? I believe I saw an abandoned barn a few miles back. We could camp there for the night.”

Sole stopped and gave Ada a stern look. “C-3PO. Please. Be quiet for just a minute. I can’t even hear myself think.”

Ada beeped a few times. “I am unfamiliar who this model C-3-P-O is. My model number A-D-4.”

Piper:

“Okay, look. I think we’re really gonna get him this time, Blue,” Piper began, peeking through her binoculars at an unsuspecting Mayor McDonough, “Oh! Oh! Look! He put the toilet paper on the holder flap-side-up. Mm-hmm. Definitely a synth.”

Sole raised an eyebrow, “And what’s your master plan here? We gonna break in there and catch him in the act of changing his toilet paper, Lucy Stevens? Kinda not a good look.”

Piper cocked her head to the side, “Lucy...Stevens? Who’s that?”

Sole giggled, “She’s a reporter from one of my favorite pre-war movies.”

Piper smirked, “And what movie would that be?”

“Detective Pikachu.”

Gage:

Sole and Gage were building a raider base when suddenly Gage stopped hammering.

“Hey, got any more nails over there? Can’t see for shit with this eyepatch.”

Sole rolled their eyes and handed the raider the container of nails, “Why don’t you just take it off then? I know you have a fully-functional eyeball under there.”

“Yeah but it’s part of the image.”

“Alright, One-eyed Willie.”

“The fuck is that?” Gage asked, “You pickin on me, boss?”

Hancock:

Hancock and Sole were hanging out in Hancock’s quarters listening to the radio, taking hits of jet, and drinking whiskey.

“This is niice,” Hancock mused, taking a long hit of jet, “Sometimes ya need a break from running the city, yanno?”

Sole nodded.

Suddenly, the song changed and Hancock grunted. “I hate this one. It kills the vibe in here.”

As he got up to change the station, drink in hand, a random Goodneighbor resident barreled into the room, nearly knocking the mayor over.

“Woah, friend, I’ve got a beverage here.” It was then the ghoul noticed he had spilled his drink all over himself and the rug. “Ah, come on, brother. That was a new rug.”

“Easy there, Lebowski,” Sole consoled, standing up and putting a hand on their companion’s shoulder, “Whiskey shouldn’t be too difficult to clean off a rug.”

“Sorry Hancock,” the resident apologized, “But your friend here is right. I mean it is practically water.”

Cait:

Cait and Sole were crouched behind a stack of boxes, fully prepared to ambush a group of raiders who were holding an innocent settler hostage.

“Can’t wait to use this new machete ye gave me,” Cait gushed, excitedly studying the weapon, “Never have had the chance to use one of these before.”

Sole smiled.

“Ready darlin?”

“Ready.”

The pair sprung out from their hiding spot and began their onslaught. Sole took cover behind an old desk, shooting at the raiders with ease and Cait decapitated them with her machete.

“I’m just gettin warmed up, ye clowns!”

The redhead suddenly ran up a side wall and did a flip, slicing two raiders heads off at the same time. Sole lowered their weapon and watched in awe as their partner singlehandedly decimated the raiders with her melee weapon. When the last raider was taken out, Cait took a little bow.

“Damn, Uma Thurman! Leave some for me next time,” Sole joked.

“Couldn’t help it. This machete is way too much fun.”

Deacon:

Deacon and Sole were hiding in an air vent, preparing to take out some synths as asked by Drummer Boy, when Deacon started fumbling around.

“What are you doing?” Sole whispered harshly, annoyed by their partner’s commotion.

“I’m due for an image change,” Deacon answered matter-of-factly, taking his shirt off, “I’ve been in my Elvis Presley Wannabe disguise for two hours now.”

Sole clenched their teeth in frustration.

“What do you think I should go for? The intelligent Bald Doc or intimidating Street Punk?”

“How about the bumbling Austin Powers?”

Deacon chuckled, “Yeah bAbY! I’m flattered you would even suggest that. Such a cool character.”

Sole rolled their eyes as Deacon began to dress as the iconic British spy.

Curie:

Curie and Sole were walking along the coast of Salem when the synth suddenly stopped. Sole turned around, concerned.

“You okay, Curie?”

The synth looked at Sole and smiled. “Oui. I was just thinking...thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to exist in human form.”

“No problem! I’m just glad you’re happy.”

Curie nodded, “It’s not like I wasn’t happy being in my old body it’s just...I can do so much more now in this new body. Do field work, collaborate, share my findings and be taken seriously. That and...this body is very flattering. Much more attractive than metal and bolts.”

Sole laughed, “Hey, I thought your EVE form was adorable.”

“Eve? Who is that?”

“She was a character— a robot— from a pre-war movie called WALL-E.”

“I see...well, that is very interesting, [Madame/Monsieur]!”

Longfellow:

“Damn snow. I hate the North. Move me to the tropics,” Longfellow complained as he and Sole walked through a light snow flurry.

“It’s not even that bad,” Sole reassured, “Besides, what would Christmas be without snow?”

“I don’t care about Christmas. Got no family to celebrate it with anyway.”

“Oh come on, Scrooge,” Sole teased, “We can celebrate Christmas together if you want.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I am old Ebenezer. Bah humbug,” Longfellow grumpily muttered, taking a shot of whiskey.

X6-88:

X6 and Sole were on a mission tag a synth with a tracking beacon when Sole suddenly stopped.

“Is something wrong, [sir/ma’am]?” the synth asked, concerned.

“No it’s just...what would you look like without your glasses? I’ve never seen you take them off. Do you even have eyes under there?”

X6 nodded, “Of course I have eyes. The glasses make me look slick. More professional, if you will.”

“You look like Morpheus from The Matrix.”

“And he was an influential individual, was he not?”

Sole remained silent.

“Case in point, [sir/ma’am].”

Preston:

Sole had just returned to Sanctuary after a lengthy fight with some gunners with Preston beckoned to them.

“Another settlement needs our help,” he began, “The settlers at Nordhagen beach are complaining about a wobbly chair and—“

Sole raised their hand in the air, “Do it yourself, Fix-it-Felix,” they mumbled before retreating to their room for a nap.

Codsworth:

Sole and Codsworth were in their old house, assembling furniture and reminiscing about the past.

“This was such a happy home before the bombs dropped. I wish we could go back to it, [sir/mum].”

Sole nodded in agreement as they discovered old photographs in cracked frames. Codsworth hovered over to examine Sole’s finding.

“Ah! That photograph! That was the first day you adopted me,” the robot gushed, “I’m so glad you chose the name Codsworth and not any of the absurd names the [hubby/wife] was suggesting.”

Sole laughed, “But Codsworth was their idea! I was going to name you BB-8.”

“Seriously? Why? Just because I’m round and I’m a robot?”

“Exactly!”

Codsworth huffed in annoyance and floated away from an amused Sole.

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #danse #paladin danse #hancock #deacon #maccready #piper #curie #x6 #x6 88 #ada #strong #codsworth #nick valentine #longfellow #gage #porter gage #cait #react

[homestuckcontroversyin2020]

My Opinions on The Epilogues

So I expect that this isn’t going to go over too well, whether it be because I get absolutely zero attention on this post, or for the fact that I’m literally typing up what is probably a hate post that’ll spark up some, “Oh fuck you.” comments. Either way, I don’t really care about the possible hate to be garnered or anything. I’m here to state my opinion on this, and opinions can’t kill anyone when you’re as weak at arguing as I myself am. Now, this isn’t a fucking logical article, I’m not taking time with comprehensive research and making sure I fact check every little detail because that would involve reading Homestuck for and eighth time and re-reading the Epilogues so I have the biggest refresher in the world. I’m not doing that, so take my sub-par rambles.

Preface over, let’s get into the meat.

My original thought when I heard that the Epilogues came out was initially an eye roll big enough to be like when Hulk smashed Loki in the ground. An arch of, “What the fuck, Hussie.” In other words? I didn’t want to read them. I spent the first few days in agony, complaining about how Homestuck was probably just becoming a money grab, and hearing from other people about the content that  came out.

It.. wasn’t as bad as I expected when I jumped into it. People made a bigger deal about them than I thought was even insanely possible. Let me get this out of the way. I don’t hate the Epilogues. Do I think they were poorly done? Yes. Do I think that the writing was subpar? Absolutely. Do I think that fourteen year olds in their bedroom typing away at shitty fanfiction or roleplaying smut on MxRP/MSPARP have a better grasp on the characterization of each individual character than the people who took over and wrote the Epilogues? 10000%. Still, I thought they were a clever addition to alternate timelines. I had heard from a source they were meant to be a satirical take on fanfiction, and was a mocking poke at the Homestuck community... until Beyond Canon came out.

So here we are now with an 18 year old who’s spent their time on this planet obsessing over Homestuck since before they could read cuss words without feeling embarrassed telling you about how they’re pissed off with some small things that are of no value.

I’m an Alpha Kid Stan(TM) so everything that happened to my sweet babies has made me want to blow my brains out over the walls. Let’s go down the line.

Jane, sweetheart? Who hurt you? Now, I’ll be honest, I rushed through the Epilogues in my, ‘fuck I don’t want to read this but I feel like I need to in order to satiate my burning curiosity.’ mode. Jane’s whole... situation seems really fucked up to me. The color of her text in the EPs is another thing that pissed me off beyond belief, and I’m not sure why. The consistency between comic and canon was draining on my nerves. Jane, in Homestuck, is a whiny teen, but in no way do I look at her and see racist Hitler. Also, what the fuck was up with the clown thing? Why did she have an obsession with fucking Jake? Sure, she was into him before, but wasn’t part of her character arch getting over the buck toothed bangaroo? I thought so. I also thought that Jane was, you know, just a normal girl living her best life. She sure complained, but who doesn’t?? The Jane we’re given in the Epilogues seems to lack the internal dilemmas that the dear, sweet Crocker we’ve grown fond of does. There’s barely a hit of self hate, she doesn’t blow up, and sure we could possibly count this to her being older, but, what? She didn’t seem to be pissed off about the entire existence of trolls in Homestuck. Sure, her time with them was minimal and she didn’t really get all the shit through, but she fought side by side with Kanaya, even. I just don’t see it at all.

Jake. Oh boy. This is a big one. In either case, Jake’s whole thing really bothers me. He doesn’t seem like Jake. He seems like a watered down version of himself that doesn’t even make fucking sense? He’s an aloof dork, but he’s not horrendously stupid, there’s no reason to make him an alcoholic, and why the fuck is he an attention seeking slut? Yes, yes. We could blame this all on Dirk but really, what were the authors thinking? They had complete control over what happens in this and they turn Jake into something he’s not. He had other drives and passions than living out his life as the sexy action movie woman we all need in our lives. Jake’s smart to his own degree, stubborn, and kind of a flirt! He’s not insanely oblivious, either. For instance, I recall a specific moment where he insinuates that Jane was having a wet dream about him in Homestuck. I’m not going to find the quote, but I know it’s there. Jake spent time working on the robot rabbit for John with Jade and outright refused help from some outside sources. Jake is smart! He’s got an extensive vocabulary! He’s just a nerd, and he’s more than an uwu gay boy for Mr. Triangles.

Roxy, oh no. This is where I expect to get the most heat. Roxy is a beloved character. The light of my life and the best of the kids, in my opinion. (I’m an avid Dirk Stan, but Roxy has won my heart truly and thoroughly.) I don’t like the whole trans/non-binary thing. Not because I’m transphobic or anything, because I’m absolutely not. It’s because it feels like it just doesn’t fit with her as a character?? Roxy grew up in isolation in a place without humans, you really think she’s going to have an outright conceptualized view on gender roles and norms? Basic fucking psychology would tell you otherwise. This is something that her brain would have trained her to do based on a societal view. I may not have paid a huge ass amount of attention in psychology, but gender is a thing that’s completely up in the air and taught to us. Roxy didn’t have that. You could argue and say that her house has something of the sort that’d lead her to feel that way, or perhaps she’s learned this all off the internet, but her clothes scream femme and she had to make them herself, is all I’m saying. Again, whatever, go off, make Roxy trans. It’s not a huge deal, but that isn’t the only problem I have. Roxy as a character seems to have just lost her spark. There’s little outright love and enjoyment and adoration for her friends that there is in Homestuck. She’s not your hype go get them loving girl. Again, maybe you could blame this on the fact that they’re all older, but getting older isn’t going to drastically impede your previous personality and make you an entirely different person. They essentially turned Roxy into a watered down version of Dave, but trans. It’s like they couldn’t make Dave trans so they just made a new Dave. It’s annoying to me, and that’s my biggest problem. I love Roxy. I don’t care for Epilogue Roxy. If they had done it right, if they had used specific things from Homestuck, if Homestuck itself keyed in on this or ANYTHING, fine. But Roxy was old enough to question her identity, most people do around 16, and she could have had the opportunity to start representing this already. I mean, who was stopping her? Then the baby stuff. Huh? What? Why? Doesn’t make sense, pass. Her bffsy, brother, and person that cared about her most off and yeets himself from the top of the nearest belltower and all she can think about is copulating with John??? Alright, fam.

Onto Dirk. Y’know what? I don’t have many huge problems with Dirk. I found his personality in Meat really funny, I found the death in Candy absolutely soul crushing. Dirk is a good character. I don’t think they did his personality well, but I don’t think they did any of the characters well. Maybe John. Maybe. Dirk really just sounded like a child who wasn’t getting what he wanted, and it was amusing to say the least. He sounded horrible from the way people talked about him before I read it, but I really just found his overzealous ego entertaining. I found the fact that they made him still totally desperate for Jake kind of annoying though. Dirk broke of their relationship. Dirk was the one who took a moment to realize it wasn’t healthy for either of them, and getting what you want isn’t good. Taking over the narrative and making your ex nearly jizz himself in public is hilarious and all, but also, what??

Alright. Alphas. Let’s move onto Betas.

I skipped a lot of it, not going to lie. Rather than breaking it down for each character like I did with the Alphas, I’m just going to ramble and see where the wind takes. me.

I don’t ship Davekat. I don’t see it working in a romantic aspect. I see them being bros, and it felt really forced in both sides of the story. The homoerotic tension could maybe be smelled for a mile away, but lets not forget something very important. Dave has shown interest in women. Dave was interested in Terezi, he called Roxy and Jane hot, he totally fucking jizzed his jeans for Jade. The fact that so many characters in the Epilogues were exclaiming that Dave was gay, and Dave himself leaning towards the sentiment, didn’t seem to really match up. Dave’s not just pretending to like chicks either, he’s definitely interested in them to the point of being genuinely flustered and embarrassed (I.E The Hot Mom conversation.) So, I don’t really enjoy that. I think the economy shit is cute, his alternate counterpart seemed to have a good hand for business according to the spiel that was made about him, I liked it.

Rose? Didn’t pay a lot of attention to her. The drug abuse shit really pissed me off. Rose in general really pissed me off in the Epilogues. 

John is a can of worms. His characterization was done well, but I guess I just don’t see the point in the two timeline deals. Also, why did he have sex with Terezi? Why was he so much of a baby when the rest of the people around him apparently seemed to mature? Who knows. I sure as hell don’t.

And... then there’s Jade. Poor, sweet Jade. She’s been done dirty almost as much as Jake has, if not worse. She has a dick for one. Yikes. She’s extremely sexually driven, which isn’t something I can see for canon Jade who just wants to hang out and vibe. She’s also so fucking insistent with the “uwu lets date Dave and Karkat” shit that it drives me up a fucking wall. Jade, you should know better! You dated an alternate version of Dave! You dated the OG motherfucker fresh timeline bitch who lost everyone, and sure he was depressed, but I think if I remember correctly you know about all of this???? Hmmmmm!!!! Big questions. It almost leads one to believe she’d know better than to enter into a relationship like this with Dave since it could be emotionally unfulfilling. :))))

Anyways, this entire thing is a can of fucking worms and I don’t suspect I’m going to use this account often aside from shitposting, so have this one uneducated article and if you made it through it and agree, disagree, or what have you, don’t be an ass in the replies? I get it, I’m opinionated and should probably shut my mouth, but it’s the internet and I don’t really care at this point.

#homestuck #epilogues #opinions #spoilers #roxy lalonde #dirk strider #dave strider #jade harley #rose lalonde #john egbert #jake english #jane crocker #rambles #controversy #trans roxy #hs epilogue

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Haunt, chapter three: Pennywise The Dancing Clown

Fandom: IT by Stephen King but like more based on the movies that came out in the recent years and not the novel or miniseries.

Summary: Shanice, Mike, Stan, Richie Ben, Bill, and Bev meet Pennywise the dancing.

Warnings: Mentions of violence.

Word Count: 4,866

A/N:  So, this basically turned into like an alternate, novelized version of the first movie's original script and partly aspects from the novel. Anyways I mainly wrote this for fun and to relieve stress so I hope you enjoy reading this!

Ch.1 | Ch. 2

“I was thinking about It. Ironworks explosion in 1904. Bradley Gang in ‘32. The Black Spot in ‘59. And now with Georgie, Dorsey and the rest--it seems like this bad stuff happens nearly every thirty years.”

Time’s passed, and the fourth of July is right around the corner--the town of Derry takes things quite seriously--patriotic imagery scattered everywhere, vendors selling brightly labeled fireworks. Her grandfather would probably be out, burning meat while they celebrated in their own way.

The self-proclaimed, ‘Losers Club’ members sit near Paul Bunyan statue. Stan rests his head on her shoulder, listening to Ben’s Ominous rambling with her. Her brother on the other side with a complicated expression, sunglasses perched on her head through her bushy hair.

Stan raises his head from its place with uncertain eyes trained on Ben.

“So what, this town is cursed?”

“That’s what my grandfather thinks...”

Stan questions and Mike answers--Shanice glances at Stan, thinking back to her grandfather’s choice words for the Town.

She glances at the rest of the ‘Losers’, raising the question, “Y’all know what a haunt is?”

“You mean like in a ‘who-ya-gonna-call’ sense?” Shanice shifts her eyes to Richie, shaking her head.

“Nah, not like that. Haunt can also mean like a feeding ground for animals--or for something else. My grandfather told me he thinks all the bad things that happen in this town are caused by one thing. An evil thing, that feeds off the people of Derry--one that fed off of him.”

Feeling all eyes on her and Mike, urging her to continue.

“After that run-in with Bower’s gang...”

Mike and Shanice make it home, black and blue.

The two siblings look as if they’d been run through the wringer--or under the siege of rocks and boot soles.

Their Grandfather, who was sitting in the living, itching to chew them out stops and rushes over to them after seeing Mike’s bruises.

“What in God’s name--”

“--Bowers, again,” Shanice mutters, spitting out the name without reluctance.

Sighing, her grandfather states, “...at least you two came home in one piece.”

She nods, heading to the kitchen for a glass of lemonade while Mike quietly sits at the table. Her grandfather takes off his farming gloves, taking a seat next to his grandson.

“Aside from that, Granddaddy, you’ve lived here for a while, right?” Shanice asks, after a beat of silence, handing him a drink after she’d already poured her.

After another beat, he answers before downing the drink in his hands, “About my whole life.”

The siblings, Mike now taking a bit more confidence, “Granddaddy, have you seen It ?”

The glass in his hand had fallen to the ground, shattering--the sound made Shanice flinches, unknowingly, goosebumps litter her skin. The Hanlon Patriarch sits, shaking a bit--Shanice quickly looks to see if he’s ok but stops after seeing his face. He shook, he looked, spooked--haunted, repulsed at the very mention of ‘ It ’.

“Now y’all listen to me, listen to me good. There’s a reason why I tell y’all this town is strange.” As the three of them sat down at the dining table their grandfather lifted his pants leg to reveal—a wooden leg. It was smooth, oak-toned, and worn down by time. As he silently lets his pants leg, his voice begins to tremble, deep and strained.

“Sixty-six years ago, I lost my leg--to It.”

“He was right. It--It is somethin’ Evil.” Shanice whispers, her eyes narrow, like slits to a dark abyss. The mood chills amongst the teenagers when they realize they’re dealing with big--that seemed to be after kids.

Back to the teens sitting in the Monument, they glanced at her with startled eyes.

“But It can’t be one thing. We’re all seeing something different...”

“Yeah, but I think it’s because It uses our worst fears to scare us...”

Bill begins to speculate, “I guess that’s why I’m seeing Georgie.” Eddie follows him by, “I saw a walking infection. What’d about you, Richie? What are you afraid of?”

Richie frowns.

“Clowns.”

....

....

Shanice yawns.

It was a Thursday, ten in the morning.

‘The Losers Club’ sat in Denbrough's garage. Facing Shanice is a map of the sewers, projected on the wall in front of her and the rest of the ‘Losers’. The lights illuminate the room, almost as if they were telling ghost stories under a flashlight. Bill looks over to Ben, questioning if he brought ‘the map’; that map being an old map to Derry.

“Look.” Bill addresses the rest of the group, “Th-there’s the Ironworks. There’s the B-black Spot. Everywhere It happened to be is all c-connected by the sewers and they all meet up at.”

“The wheelhouse,” Ben notes.

“It’s in the house on Neibolt street.” Shanice furrows in curiosity her brows at Eddie’s words.

“Neibolt Street?”

“You mean that creepy-ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?”

“I hate that place.” Beverly says with a frown, adding, “It always feels like it’s watching you.”

“That’s where It lives.” Bill murmurs, staring at the image projection, until--Eddie, wheezing, rips the map clean off the wall.

“Can we stop talking about this? This is summer -- we’re kids -- we’re supposed to be--” He says through pants, Richie gets up abruptly adding, “I agree with Eds.”

“No...put the map back, Eddie--”

Suddenly, the light isn’t shining against the wall, nor is projecting the map of Derry either--instead, it shines bright in Eddie’s face, like a truck's headlights.

“What happened?” Bill begins to get up from his seat when he stops to stare at the image projected.

It’s vacation photos, showing a happy family. Shanice recognizes Bill in it, smiling, in what seems like hiking clothes. Beside him is a boy that looks about 70% similar to him--a lot like him, but not entirely. She could only guess it was Georgie, Bill’s younger brother that died.

The projector keeps going.

Next photo there’s one of the family swimming--then, the boy--Georgie is standing at the edge of the lake. When Shanice is morbidly expecting it to switch to another photo, it doesn’t.

It shows the same picture, of the same boy--again, and again, and again.

But, there’s something different--it was as if the boy was moving, like a video. And slowly, Georgie turns his face to view his audience--them--with his face is painted with terror.

“Georgie?” Bill implores, almost in a whisper as Richie mutters, probably to himself, “What the fuck?”

“Somebody, turn this it off,” Shanice begs, her voice shaking as she locks eyes with the child. He begins to run to the camera as if to leap out to them. Tears run down her face, she feels rooted in her place.

She can’t move, she’s paralyzed with fear.

“I SAID TURN IT OFF!” Again, everyone is fixated on the projection--he looks as if he wants to plead for help--moving his mouth rapidly--but he can’t; there’s no sound.

Stan runs to unplug the machine--it doesn’t do anything--it was like it was being controlled by some sort of specter; a supernatural force. It's presence lights up the dark garage, illuminating with a forthright glow incandesce in combination with with the flickering photos.

“Georgie!” Bill screams.

Almost immediately, Georgie ran out of the frame.

Then, what the boy seemed to have been running from appears.

A clown, standing in the water. A macabre figure off the shore, staring at the group of teenagers.

On with receding ginger hair, staring at them, the ‘Losers’ with the biggest smile on its face. Waving at them, holding an oddly familiar red balloon.

“It’s fucking looking at us. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.” Shanice chants, her face still that of disbelief, not feeling Richie squeeze her arm.

“Holy shit...”

“That’s It. That’s him.” Stan declares, as if confirmation for their separate, yet united experiences. That the threat that terrorized the teens was real, and that it was out to get them--a vengeful spirit beyond their dreams and glimpses.

Its face grows more fluid, closer and closer--

When It appears right in front of the camera, contiguous and menacing.

Various high-pitched screams echo throughout the garage, the teenagers scattering farther from the wall--Mike runs up, kicking the projector off of its box-structured stand. Shanice follows her brother’s lead, as his action snaps her out of whatever hold It had on her--she grabs a baseball bat--a steel one leaning against the wall, grabbing it and smashing the vessel of their collective fear.

Over and over and over until there was nothing else projected.

Stan looks at Shanice, both amazed and terrified at the amount of strength shown in her small body. Quickly, he seizes her arms, causing her to stop her movement--she stands, frozen, she means of destruction still in her hand. Her eyes have grown wide from shock. Teardrops still fell from her watery, dark eyes as she shook in the boy’s arms. Her throat felt raw, from her fright-filled vocalized pleads. Her face the color of cool, raw umber--still plump from baby fat, emitting a dark russet-colored rogue flushed with dread.

She was shaken, and Stan in his own way attempted to comfort her. He, with as much compassion a thirteen-year-old could muster awkwardly pats her back before letting go.

He couldn’t help but question wearily, “How’d that even happen?”

Eddie, still scared, replies “ It saw us. It knows who we are now.”

“ It’s always known who we were, Eddie. That’s how it knows how to scare us.” Shanice says, panting.

“Yeah, it always did,” Bill agreed, his voice unusually rough and strained.

“--at least It’s gone now.”

Bev speaks, soft as a rushed whisper, “Uh, guys?” but no one’s paying attention.

They all were trying to process what they all just saw.

The Hanlon siblings stare at the smashed projector, then at each other--their expression complex as they ask, “Yeah, but for how long?”

“Guys?”

Silence befell them, only Bev’s voice remains.

“GUYS!” Her abrupt scream got the group to turn their attention to her. They follow her eyes to the ceiling, where she’s gazing at something above. The smashed--almost obliterated projector, much wider the image that’s shown to them.

It.

Staring at them, with a hate-filled growl stirring from its throat. It’s fast at first, as instant as polaroid, then slow, as he was creeping up on them-- It’s white, gloved hand tick out as if to grasp Bev by her neck--Bill pulls her away, but Its arm seems to stretch, determined of Its target.

His hold tightens on Bev, with his resolve to not let It take her.

The room is suddenly flooded with sunlight--the garage door opens, with Ben ultimately being the one who deters It away from them. The image of It disappears, the two kids let out a sigh of relief.

For now.

“Yeah. Thanks, Ben, Bill. Good, uh thinking.”

Bill lets go of Bev, turning to the rest of them.

No one says anything. Everyone’s processing things, trying to process that what they saw was real. Richie looks particularly unresponsive--no snide remarks or quick jokes with god awful punchlines. Just a pale face, his mouth open and aghast--the fact that his ultimate fear came to life clear as day.

“No jokes this time, Rich?” Stan’s question is as awkward as it sounds, in this kind of environment, but it cuts the tension, slowly.

“Not today Stan, please.” Shanice warns, watching Richie slowly shake his head.

Despite the summer sunshine, the mood in the room was heavy.

“Okay so...” Bill begins, making everyone look his way, “Let’s go.”

“Go? Where?” Ben, asking the question of everyone’s mind.

“Neibolt. That’s where Georgie is. We have to go--” Shanice cuts him off, still shaken by what she just saw.

“Are you shitting me, Bill? After what just happened? It’s real. It is going to fucking kill us!” Everyone nods, Stan mimicking her thoughts saying, “Shay’s right. After that? No. No way.”

“Yeah...I’m with them.” Richie says, still sounding small, defeated.

“Fine. Then don’t.”

Mike looks at his sister and Bill, shaking his head.

“Wait, Bill--”  

His words don’t reach him.

Bill hops on his bike, already getting ready to head to Neibolt.

“That thing took my brother. I’m going.”

The remaining ‘Losers’ watch as his figure gets smaller and smaller.

“He’s going to get himself killed,” Shanice says, biting her lips, not releasing the hold till she tastes the iron of her own blood. Letting out a scream of frustration, she tosses the bat she used to crush the projector to Beverly, grabbing her brother's hand.

“Let’s go get this boy before get’s himself hurt.” Mike nods his head and the siblings heading off on his bike.

Stan casts looks at their fleeing figure, and makes up his mind to go after them.

Beverly and the rest of the ‘Losers’ follow suit, leading the way to the Neibolt house--an old, terrifying house, completely alien to all the other residences on the street.

“Bill!” Beverly yells after she spots him in front of the house, Shanice follows with, “What the hell are you doing, a suicide mission? Come back before you or someone else get hurt!”

“Look, I already said you don’t have to come in with me. But what happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Dorsey? Or one of us? Are you just going to pretend it isn’t happening like everyone else in this town?”

“You know can’t. But this thing is going to hunt us down. Your parents only have one child, are you gonna take that away from them?” Shanice says, her voice cracking a bit. Shanice was small, about the same height as Eddie. But, she seemed mature, like an adult talking their child down from doing something idiotic.

“Y-You don’t know how it is...” Bill swallows his tears before continuing, “I-I go home and all I see is that G-Georgie isn’t there. H-His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals--e-everything but Georgie.” He turns away from Shanice, closing his eyes before opening them again.

“So, walking into that house--for me, it’s easier than walking into my own.” Bill’s voice was even, his normal stutter gone--he was serious, like dead serious.

“Wow...”

“What?”

“He didn’t even stutter once.” Shanice glares at Richie, her expression only softening while she watches him follow after Bill, despite his words. Taking the bat she’d tossed in the basket of Beverly's bike, so does she, then Mike.

“Didn’t you hear him? Why are you following him?” Stan asked, to which she frowns.

“We’re just kids, Stanley. I’m the oldest, and I’m so small. Bill is too. We all are. We gotta team up if we don’t wanna die.”

Stan runs to her side, with reluctance clear on his face. His Adam's apple bobbled, his heart raced loudly.

“We should just turn around. Bill’s he’s braver than us--”

“Brave? Bill’s not brave. He’s just dumb, Derry-dumb--and my mama always if you’re gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough.” She says, dragging her sneaker-bound feet as she went up the steps. Stan didn’t say a thing back, choosing to stand closer to her to calm his nerves.

“I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, I was taught enough to know that much.”

All of them, one by one--until every ‘Loser’s Club’ member was on the porch of the ‘29 Neibolt Street’.

Dark and eerie, that’s what Shanice described the small opening of the house as she stood on the porch. As if he was reading her thoughts, Richie whispers, “I can’t see shit.”

She looks over at him, frowning as she watches him take a huff of Eddie’s inhaler.

“Tastes like battery acid.”

“Why did you use it then, dumb ass? Shut the hell up, Richie.” Shanice hisses, snatching the inhaler back and tossing it to Eddie.

Just as he goes to open a door, she stops when a thought occurs to her.

“Wait,” She says, holding up the bat she’d snagged from his garage, “If we’re trying to go in there, everybody needs something to defend themselves with. Even Batman can’t fight bad guys without something.”

Everyone scatters, looking for anything to use as a weapon

For instance, Mike at his sister’s word, goes for an old, rusted wrench, holding it with a tight grip.

Shanice hears something shatter--turning around looking back at the yard, she sees Richie with a dumbstruck expression as she looks at the beer bottle he just shattered, perhaps hoping to be like those action stars whose scenes involve bar fights.

She rolls her eyes.

‘Idiot. ’

His eyes locked with her gaze and he quickly rushed up behind her.

“I’ll just stand behind you.”

After some time, the group of teens fully reunite with their various choices of defensive means. Shanice jerks her head in the direction of the underworld-like entrance saying to Bill, “Now, or never.”

Slowly, but surely, the vengeful boy opens the door.

....

....

A dump.

The Neibolt house was an absolute fucking dump.

Trash everywhere, graffiti covering the walls--magazines, newspapers what have you, stacked and towering at every corner like a hoarder’s paradise.

“This is some kinda hell...” Shanice says, her frown seemed to deepen as she took in her surroundings and the smell that came with it.

“This place stinks. I can smell it.” Beverly remarks, disgust in her voice.

“I smell it too.” Her brother agrees--Richie pinches his nose, warning “Don’t breathe through your mouth. It’s like eating shit.”

Shanice punches him in the arm.

“You fucking tell me AFTER I’ve already got the taste on my tongue!”

They continue to journey through the abandoned house, passing different gross and odd things. Bev finds a lantern, surprisingly which aids in their sight.

“If there’s a well here it’d have to be in the basement, right?” Ben says. Stan gives him a look, looking mortified to even be in a house this filthy. Shanice nudges him before taking his hand with the one not occupied with her stolen means of protection, giving a small smile.

“Come on, I’ll protect you from this big, stinking house.” He smiles at her, still distressed by the way he squeezes her hand.

“Does this place even have a basement?”

“I hope not.” Eddie chimes in.

“L-let’s find out.”

Bill heads in the direction of the kitchen--however, the group hears something that stops them dead in their tracks.

“Hello? Is someone here?”

A child’s voice--coming from upstairs.

“Georgie?” Ben whispers, casting a glance towards Bill, to which he denies.

“This is a fucking trap, don’t fall for it, Bill.” Shanice starts, hearing the child’s voice become louder.

“HELLO?!”

“Down here! We’re down here!” Shanice’s eyes give Bev a look of utter disbelief, hushing her with a ‘shhh!’.

“Help me, please...” The child’s voice a whimper--Bev moves, with the lantern in hand, up the stairs. The remaining ‘Losers’ climb the stairs after her.

“Bev, she’s right. We need to be cautious.” Shanice gave him a heated glance.

“Now you listen to me when we’re already knee-deep in this trash heap--”

“Hello?” The child’s voice continues, coming from down the hall. The floorboards whine and groan under their combined weight. Shanice hopes it wouldn’t fail them.

Not with how far they’ve ventured. Almost at the end of the hall, Mike pauses.

“You guys hear that?”

Shanice stays in place, contracting--when she hears it. A light hum, a buzz. Coming from a damaged outlet, near the direction of another hallway, their intended target is the door at the end of it.

Only their breathing could be heard as they ventured on--with something troubling following it.

Squeaking, almost like--a clown horn.

“ It. ” Shanice says, gripping on to the bat for dear life. It stops, before smiling at her, with a shit-eating buck-toothed grin.

“Why, I’m not ‘ It ’. My dear, I’m Pennywise, the dancing clown!”

Bill braces, angry flooding his haunted features.

“WHERE’S G-G-GEORGIE?!”

It--Pennywise, tilts his head asking in a childish voice, “Who’s Geor-- oh -- sor--” letting out a giggle before changing back to his original voice.

“-ry, who’s Georgie?” He laughs again, watching them--no, hunting them. Counting them.

“Boy meat. Boy meat. Boy meat. Boy meat. Boy meat. Boy meat.” He chants, salivating, casting a hungry look at Bev.

“Girl meat. Yes. Sweet, salty blood-engorged girl meat...”

He stops, glancing at Shanice, who’s struggling to calm down her heart.

Leaning in close enough, close enough for their hairs to touch.

“Oh? When did Maturin cough up something that smelled so--delicious! You smell much better than your brother. You’re just like little Willy, filled with so much tasty fear!” Shanice screams, swinging her bat as she backed away as quickly as she could.

“Sweet, tasty child...do you know what I’d like to do? Use your thin blue veins like straws, little ears like spoons...” The chaotic plug sparks, Pennywise casts a wayward glance before going on.

“...armpits and cowlicks, freckles and dimples, peachy fuzz, scabbed knees, squeals, and screams!” The spark continues with a similar hum from earlier, however, the Clown ignores it.

“They all reek so good.”

Only when the sound grows louder does he consider acting upon it. The group watches on, seeing him pull out a small screwdriver, attempting to repair it.

Nothing.

Squinting at it, Pennywise snaps his fingers, as if to say, ‘ aha ’--grabbing a bigger screwdriver, jamming it into the socket--electrocuting himself and committing self-immolation. His laughs become manic, demonic, staring at his prey. His eyes like liquid lava, his teeth sharp and dozened-like spikes.

“Shay!” The girl looks at Stan who’s still holding her hand and her brother who’s inching to join her.

She shakes her head.

“Go, Stanley. You too Mike.”

“But--” Her brother begins--heavily breathing, she pushes the two boys away.

“I’m older. It’s my job to protect you. NOW GO!” With hesitation, the teens run to the rest of the feeling kids.

Shanice holds up the bat, glaring at his face, feigning fright--finally, she starts landing blows on him. Striking over and over, as the rest of the losers fled as the floor seemed to crumble under them.

While the others make it, Shanice falls--passing out after she knocks her head into the tiled floor of the kitchen.

The other Losers yell her name while she lies limp, her sticky blood calling the name of a certain predator.

....

....

“Wakey, wakey Tasty.” Shanice’s eyes flutter open to a horrifying site--Pennywise and his bashed-in the skull and looking at her body propped on an old stool. Her head throbs, she touches it gingerly--only to find blood gushing from it. Her heart is racing, she vomits at the right of the mangled clown in front of her.

What happened?

The buzzing of the broken outlet, the fiery terror, the ground shattering under them.

Her falling, passing out.

And now, she’s confronted by a salivating, seemingly indestructible nightmare of a clown.

This whole house--this whole town was a haunt--a feeding ground. The missing kids, the missing settlers. All of them, devoured--used to satisfy the diet of It.

“--it’s as if you’re marinated in it, aren’t my dear? Aged and rare, just for ol’ Pennywise!” As her head throbbed, she still tries to defend herself, rising her feet, unsteady. Her glaring vision shows a grinning Pennywise.

He takes a hold of her finger, still covering her, lapping at, nibbling on it--eventually gnawing off her finger, crunching on it like a treat. As if a child with a delicious treat, his teeth bloody, settled a delighted grin.

Her slurred holler echos through the old, decaying room

“That’s it, scream more. GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR FEAR!”

“Get...away...from...me! Someone...help...me..."

She cries in agony--her fourth finger, gone, only a blood gushing stump remains. Her fresh blood running down her palm as she yells, still trying to get away, somehow, back to her brother and the people she saw as first friends visiting Derry.

Her fellow ‘Losers’.

Shanice drags herself up, to a direction of an opening, feeling It catching her retreating legs, dragging her back. Her nails scraped against the floor, tearing off as she clung on for dear life.

“That’s it, scream more. GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR FEAR!”

Her feet, scratched and bruised, she twists and kicks sluggishly, until her body stops. She felt her dragged back, propped up against the wall.

This was it, this was how she’d die--being eaten, in some decrepit house. Her body--anything left of it would be buried under the crumbling house. She’d be the model for a missing kid’s poster, her grandfather would be like that mother she saw desperately going around, asking where her child was.

Everyone but her brother, Stan, and the rest of them would know the truth.

She’d die, just like that.

“Hey! Get away from my sister!”

Mike was there thrusting the wrench in his head, completely splitting his head--behind him where the rest of the ‘Losers’, with their teeth, bared. Pennywise lets go of her, howling in pain. Shanice falls limp to the ground,  the smell of blood in the air.

Mike grabs his sister, and the rest of the gang hauls ass into the living room, her brother and Stan dragging her body as they run from the Neibolt house, the gapping door vaguely taunting them as they escape it.

....

....

Beep, beep. The squeaking sound of slip-resistant shoes worn by nurses echo through out. Beeps, finger hitting keyboard, the occasional laughter and coversation.

Shanice lay unconscious in the hospital bed.

Their grandfather silently stared out the window while touching his wooden leg.

This girl--she was his first grandchild. Born premature, didn’t come home until much later. Yet, she looked so much smaller laying there than she did inside of an incubator.

She was hard-headed--but he didn’t think she would seek It after he warned the two kids.

The gash on her head wasn’t deep. Between the mental trauma and her blood loss--the doctors aren’t sure when she’d wake up.

It was troubling.

Mike’s silent as he sits beside the bed and stares at slow breathing

The rest, the loser club--minus Eddie who had suffered a sprained arm, stood outside the door looking in.

“We’ll need to go back. Prepared this time...” Bill begins, Stan cuts him off, his voice squeaking with accusation.

“You’re crazy--she’s in there not waking up because she tried to save you from your shitty choices!”

Beverly, in the defense of Bill counters, with “...he’s right. No one else is going to do anything.”

“Face it! Shay almost got eaten, fuck she did get eaten--” He looks into the paneled window the door at her hand, wrapped up and traumatized--

“--by some shapeshifting demon monster that almost killed Eddie and Shay!”

Bill counters with, “But she hurt him, we hurt him. That’s something, right?”

“What kind of bullshit consolation prize is that?” Richies says with a scoff, rolling his eyes.

“Great, so next time it will just be madder and bigger and not mess around to kill us. That’s why I’ll go away, and not come back. Not my problem anymore. You can’t wait to get out of this town either, you said --” Ben mutters, while Beverly gives him a sharp look.

“I want to run towards something. Not run away. That’s what cowards do.” Everyone is looking amongst themselves when Richie addresses Bill again, however, he stares at him with a pissed off glance.

There’s a beat.

And another.

“Let’s face facts. Real-world. Georgie's dead. And you killed him.”

Bill flinches--the words cut deep, like a razor blade. Was that the truth? Did he send his brother out in the rain to die?

“I didn’t get my brother killed--”

“You’re just a bunch of losers and you’ll get yourselves killed trying to stop this stupid killer when none of it makes any difference.”

As the bespeckled teen begins his departure, Bill moves to block his path. They stare down at each other. With a frown Richie, irritatingly yells, “Out of my way, Bill! You couldn’t save him but you can still save yourself.”

“I didn’t get my brother killed.”

The hospital room door swings open, it’s Mike. Everyone grows quiet as he stalks up to Bill, and punches Bill square in the jaw--hard enough that he falls onto the cold tiled floors.

“You don’t care about any but yourself. We all have shit going on. My sister was smart enough to try and stop you and you didn’t appreciate that.” Mike says, calmly, a bit too calm as it scares the rest of the ‘Losers.’

Beverly, helping Bill says with a shaky voice, “This, this is what It wants. It wants us divided. That’s what it was doing in Neibolt--separating us.”

Richie snorted, retorting, “Well It got what it wants. But at least I’m alive. And I plan on staying that way.” Richie walks off, Stan and Ben follow. Mike focuses his gaze on Bill.

“Shanice and I are outsiders. We don’t belong here and today proved that.”

Bill, wincing as he holds his jaw, shakes his head.

“B-But, we’re all outsiders.”

Mike turned his back to him. His eyes shifted to his sister, bandaged up, lying still.

“No, you’re not. None of you are.”

[midnightcalibration]

Merry Bobunk Christmas!

What: Short Fanfiction

Fandom: Avengers

Characters: Read the tags for the list.

Why: ‘Cos me and a friend of mine came up with the idea of giving a Christmas role to each avenger, and I decided to write this.

Words: Almost 1800 according to my text editor.

Quality: Probably with a lot of typos and awful grammar.

Stupidity level: High (I hope).

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Tony is coming back to his workshop to continue one of his most important projects of the year. He hadn't slept since whenever the last time was, but who needs sleep when you've got coffee? He pities those who can't drink the miraculous brew.

As he enters the room the first thing he notices is DUM-E fighting against the cables of some Christmas lights. The lights are winning... Oh! Now U is trying to help his brother, that's nice. Aaaand now he's stuck too. Tony can't believe he won a prize for one of those things.

"Dum-E, U, stop destroying my delicate work, if you please."

Sparks jump out of the lights.

"You know those lights are supposed to last, not turn into fireworks. Sto- Ah- great! The workshop is on fire. Congratulations! Now it would be a good time to use your skills with the fire extinguisher, Dum-E," Tony says as he grabs said object himself, "Though I'm not sure you would still point it at me, instead of the fire..."

After putting the fire out and helping his not so intelligent bots, he gets back to work. He is just a little bit tired, but he has to finish it in time.

Last years had been chaotic. He never had time to properly put on a good Christmas decoration show for everybody. It's not like he is a traditionalist, or even believes in Christmas. For him, it is a time where people start to compete to see who has the best circus in town. And he, as the Stark he is, cannot just let it pass. He is the greatest showman there is. Sorry, Hugh Jackman, not sorry.

Has he hears the "bing" of the elevator sound he looks in its direction and sees the best two presents he is lucky to have in his life. Pepper is holding Morgan's hand while the little pea giggles as she skips and pulls her mother with her. Only when they got closer he notices something is odd. They are wearing costumes.

"What do we have here?" Tony asks. "An elf munchkin coming straight from Santa's workshop? And she's bringing with her a..." what is Pep supposed to be? "Gingerbread woman? Seriously?" He snorts. "Is it because of your hair?"

"Well, this Santa's little helper here thought you might need a sweet cookie to help you work," Pepper replies.

"Ok," he snorts again, "that sounds like something you would never say."

"Well, I didn't say it, Miss M. did."

Another "bing" echoes in the air and Peter comes out rushing and talking non-stop, "Oh, So sorry I am late Mr. Stark, I had to help like half of the people I saw when coming here as well as save like seven cats from trees and woah I even found a goat on one, Did you know goats climb trees? It's amazing, I mean I knew that already but I never thought I would see one in New York, And-"

"Calm down, Speedy Gonzalez! Have you ever heard about punctuation? And, I don't know, breathing?" Tony sasses before noticing Peter is also wearing an elf costume. "Did you go around saving old ladies from crosswalks in that?"

"Oh this?" Peter looks at himself, "I wasn't sure what to dress as but then Morgan told me she needed an elf brother and I was happy to be hers!"

Okay. That makes sense, Tony guesses.

"Has the party already started?"

Tony jerks his head and sees Rhodey, in a ridiculous candy cane suit. Like, seriously, what is going on? Why is platypus wearing that colorful, er-, thing, where only his face is visible?

"What's up, honey bear? Did you get abducted by aliens, where they did all these terrible things to you, and now you have a nineteen year old college student clown soul trapped in your body? Come on, Rho-rho, you can do it! You can win the fight for the right of control. Now really, what party?"

"Ha-ha. Very funny, Tones," Rhodey says with a fake laugh. "I hope you haven't forgot that today is Bobunk day."

The fu-?

"Bobunk is my favorite!" Morgan almost squeals. "It's what makes Christmas magical."

"It sure is, honey," Pepper agrees and Peter nods. OK, maybe he drank too much coffee. Or not enough!

He turns to his desk to get his mug so he can wash down the brown liquid. It is then he notices two big present boxes near the wall, that were not there before.

"Who the hell put that there?"

"Boss, you should mind your language! Morgan has ears." FRIDAY spoke.

"Sorry honey bee," Tony says trying to ignore that the sentence "has ears" was a bit odd, in the context. Like, it is true, but perhaps not the best way to put it. Maybe he needs to check FRIDAYS NL program, and see if she's not trying to learn her vocabulary from websites where people forget the difference between "they're", "their" and "there". Anyway, the presents! What are they doing there?

As he approaches the packages, they "explode" with a loud pop revealing Nat and Clint smiling from ear to ear, with present bows in their heads, dressed in wrapping paper, and shouting "SURPRISE! MERRY BOBUNK CHRISTMAS!!!"

Okay, now he is sure they are trying to troll him. He gets it, he deserves it for all the times he did the same. It was never at this level of crazy, though. He would keep it to wit and sarcasm.

*knock, knock, knock*

The sound came from the balcony glass doors. It is dark outside and Tony can't see anyone. And who would enter through the balcony? Except for him, of course? He purposefully ignored it.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

He looks again. Nothing. He resists the urge to ignore it again, but then whoever is outside is probably freezing. And they are just pranking him in a weird way, they don't deserve to turn into ice cubes, right?

When he opens the door, he sees a snowman. Dressed. As. Captain. America.

"Ahah, joke is on you! This is more of a jab to Capsicle, not me."

"What are you talking about, Tony?" The voice sounds so much like Steve's. Where the- "Holy shit!"

"Language!"

The effing snowman is speaking. IT. IS. SPEAKING! Like, it is not Rogers dressed as a snowman. It is a effing snowman, like a real one.

"How are you doing it?" Tony is still perplexed. And not even sure he can believe Olaf here actually had enough humor in him to be passing as a snowman.

"Doing what, Tony?" the freaking snowman actually frowned.

"Make it so realistic?"

"Tony, do you always need to be so rude?"

"Wha-" *CLASH*

Tony rushes inside to see what has been broken. He hopes it wasn't anything related with his Christmas project.

He stops. Thor is there, blinking. Not with his eyes, no. He is lighting on and off in several spots. You know.... like Christmas lights!!! And he is fighting is bots!

"I challengeth thee to fight me with honor, arms of metall. Thee shalt learn the warth of the mightie lightning!"

"Pepper! Pepper Ann!" Tony calls.

"What is it, Tony?"

"What is happening? Please tell me you are seeing how weird this is. I'm not going crazy, right? I don't do crazy."

"What are you talking about?" she smiles, "You are always crazy. Come! Let's see the nativity scene."

"We don't have a nativity scene, Pepsy Pep."

Pepper chuckles as she points to two new figures. Yep! He gives up. Yep, yep. For the good of his sanity, he's going to pretend everything is normal.

Wanda is dressed as Virgin Mary, and is hugging(?) Vision who seems to be wrapped in a big blanket, and very naked under it.

"Hey there, Mary, baby Jesus." Tony acknowledges. "Where is Joseph?"

Vision replied with baby cries. Totally normal.

"I'm a single mother."

"Oh yes, of course you are. Sorry for the assumption."

"I am Groot!"

"You're right, you a-" Did the tree just talked?

"Meow!" T'Challa says, his cat tail wagging as he "paws" at panicking Bucky and Scott, who are hanging from the tree - which has grown, just a note - like Christmas tree decorations. From above, Sam and Hope are laughing. They have wings so they can fly away from the sharp claws of the King of Wakanda.

Of course this is normal. He just probably traveled to an alternate universe. He just needs to know how to go back to his sane plane of reality.

The tree is gigantic, now. It's breaking the glass doors and cracking the walls. It is threatening to destroy the whole tower. This can't be. No matter how everyone is ignoring what is happening, this is dangerous and he can't let anyone get hurt. Specially Pepper and Morgan.

He makes a gesture to call his suit, and flies outside to assess the damage. Curiously enough, nothing seems to be in danger.

"Boss!"

"Yes FRIDAY?"

"We have an UFO incoming, and fast."

"Say what now?"

He looks and sees something is coming his way. His GUI zooms on the object.

"This is normal, this is normal, this is normal."

"SANTA SMAAAAAASH!" Green Hulk Santa yells, as he flies through Tony in a sled pushed by a black reindeer with a helmet that looked the exact same as Loki's.

They smash into the tower, because why wouldn't they, right? The 'K' of the STARK lettering of the tower falls.

Then he sees it! It all makes sense, now! This is Bobunk Christmas in its perfection! This is his destiny.

Letting himself accept the Christmas spirit burning inside him, he flies to the top of the tower, that now was more tree than anything else, opens his arms and legs and turns on the repulsors, casting a magnificent light, turning into a blinding shining star.

He feels magnificent!

Everyone on the street below start to cheer and applauding the exhibition. He did it! He got the best Christmas decoration of the world!

"Stark!" Everyone shouts.

"Stark!"

"Please! This is not about me," he says.

"STARK, WAKE UP!"

Tony jerks as he wakes up.

Fury is towering over him with a disapproving frown. Everything is back to normal, since it had all been a dream.

"Stark, why are you looking at me like that?" Fury asks, with actual confusion painted in his face.

"I makes total sense!"

"What does?"

"You!"

"Me?"

"You are my Bobunk Christmas Grinch!"

THE END!

#avengers #fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #tony stark #iron man #tony needs to rest #pepper potts #morgan stark #peter parker #rhodey rhodes #natasha romanoff #clint barton #steve rogers #captain america #thor #wanda maximoff #vision #groot #t'challa #bucky barnes #scott lang #sam wilson #hope van dyne #FRIDAY #hulk #loki #nick fury #I hope I didn't forget anyone #most characters are OOC #but that is the idea

[snowwriting]

Steampunk Gotham - Part 7

This was a story I started years ago on tumblr and never finished it because I make a lot of excuses. If you would like to read the full story thus far, check out the tab on my page titled “Steampunk Gotham”. Luckily, I have a friend who read it, loved it, and reminds me how terrible I am at posting ever since. This part is dedicated to him.

Thank you, Josh. I hope it was worth the wait.

The feeling of rose petals glided across her skin leaving a tingling pulse from each velvet touch. She smiled in adoration of her vibrant children, every red bloom more lovely than the last. She whispered loving phrases to each of them as she moved through the row of roses, inspiring them to grow and thrive in a world ruled by selfishness and corruption. Her babies meant everything to her, having them close calmed the silent rage that threatened to bubble over every time a sleazy business executive announced the opening of a new mall or condominium which was once a lush, green park. Gotham could be so beautiful if only it was more plant friendly, so Poison Ivy would make it more beautiful.

Moss lined the cool ground under her bare feet like a blanket to the earth as she approached a brightly lit table adorned with colourful assortments of flowers in pink crystal vases. In the middle of the table was her most prized possession; the rare Altruthian Venus Fly. A plant so powerful it is able to snap off a full-grown humans arm in its wide, leafy jaws. The Altruthian (or ‘Arthur’ as Harley had taken to calling it whenever she bounced by for some green tea) has a toxin it sprays out when its sensitive leaves picks up the vibrations of another living organism. If the colourless, odorless gas is sprayed into the air and the victim is unlucky enough to inhale the unseen toxin, it would render them unconscious within moments leaving Arthur to reach down and gobble its victim like an anaconda in the jungle.

"My little angel," she cooed as she leaned over the plant, "how do we feel tonight?" Her fingertips brushed over the leaves of the plant as it shivered under her touch. "Mother will fix you something to eat. You stay right here, my darling, I'll be right back."

The dark green-room she stood in enveloped her in smells of exotic flowers and feeding solutions. Her home, her paradise, her sanctuary was always a place of comfort for her. Flower pots, vases, gardening tools and full flower beds made up a maze of beauty in the large room. A large vine unfurled itself down from the ceiling towards Ivy, stroking her arm affectionately. She paused to listen to her vine through her pale green skin, absorbing its worries and concerns.

“An intruder? We can’t have pests running around my precious babies, now can we? It’s simply unsafe.” she laced her fingers around the vine, curling it between her forefinger and thumb, green eyes burning with the desire. “Of course, it will only be unsafe for the pest.” The garden responded to her tone with a shiver of leaves as the vine wrapped itself under her weight, lifting her off her feet and guiding her to the intruder. “Shall we spray our pests?”

The vine carried her through an archway of yellow blossoms and up onto the balcony of the green-room where she could sit and watch for her prey to stumble blindly into Arthurs path.

Only moments later did she see a shadow appear from the dark corners of the room. Her eyes widened with delight as the shadow slowly walked to the table. She held her breath in anticipation of what was to come. The shadow reached a steady hand towards the rare plant, knowing nothing of its biology. Ivy could feel every plant in the room waiting for what happens next. Arthur sprayed its gas in the air around the shadow which took only moments to drop to the floor. Ivy released her breathe as the vine lifted her to the ground where the body lay. She breathed the remainder of the toxin deep into her lungs as it had no effect on her, calming herself before she inspected her victim. As she knelt next to the body, resting her fingertips in the moss growing around her for comfort, she fell back with shock as the crumpled shadow quickly threw itself on top of her, pinning her to the floor.

“Damn you!” she cried starring up into the glass eyes of the Bats goggles, a gas mask covering what she knew would be a smug look of triumph. Her vine quickly rushed to her aid, wrapping itself around the Batman and throwing him across the room. He rolled and landed swiftly on two feet, hurling two bronze batarangs at the attacking vine which screeched in pain and slunk away behind its master. Ivy stood, eyes narrowed with rage and plucked the weapons from her vine, giving them one vile look before tossing them to the floor.

“What do you want?” her voice was calm, but her fury spoke through her plants that shook in terror.

“An antidote to a toxin, one of Jokers. I need it now. Selina’s life is at risk.” His words were deep and clear regardless of the gas mask that barely moved as he spoke.

“And why would I help you? All you or that feline have ever been for me are thorns in my side.” She thought for a moment and flipped her long red hair as she turned away from the Batman, striding to the table where Arthur sat. “However, I cannot accept that Catwoman’s death would be at the hands of that mad clown.” Behind her most loved plant sat a smaller, yellow cactus. She plucked a needle from the cactus and slowly turned back to Batman. “But I want something from you first.” She said with a sly smile.

“What is it?” he replied with a growl.

“You have to return what she stole from me.” She smiled sweetly, twirling the needle between her fingers.

He paused for a beat, thinking about the request. “What did she steal from you?”

“What else, but a rare flower? It’s quite valuable and I want it back. It’s named the Peruthian Rose, splendid in color, scent, texture. It’s simply exquisite,” she sighed. “-and she stole it. Something about rose scented catnip. I’m sure you don’t want me to try getting it back from her personally, do you?”

“Don’t threaten me, Ivy.” he growled, no doubt thinking of the last time Catwoman stole from Ivy. “I will see what I can do about your plant, now give me the antidote.”

Ivy faked a pout that spread into a dark smile. “You have time to get my rose first. Joker’s two dose venom is fatal only if you don’t stop it before it’s first course through the body, which you must have done with a low dosage antiserum already or else you wouldn’t be here trying to help your precious Cat. Which also means she’ll be going through her second course of the venom without a proper antivenom, which is where this needle comes in. If my chemistry is as good as I know it is, you have an hour to get my rose from wherever she’s hidden it, deliver it to me, and save your pussycat. Until then, you will not receive my cooperation and I promise I will make it very difficult for you to leave here on time. Do this and it’s yours. Easy as that. Not too much to ask for, don’t you think?”

 “Ivy, the only reason I haven’t smashed every pot, ripped down every vine and ground every bud under my boot to take that needle from you by force is because you’ve been on very good behaviour. This better not be a trick. You will give me the antidote the second I bring your flower to you, do you understand?

She laughed and her plants shook with excitement. “Times running out, darling.” The vine wrapped around her torso and pulled her to the balcony as the Batman grappled through an open window in the roof.

#batman #joker #poisonivy #gotham #gothamcitysirens #gothamsteampunk #harleyquinn #dc #dccomics #comics #shortstory #storytelling #catwoman #steampunk #detectivecomics #botony

[buckymcbuttfacebarnes]

His Ego

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader

Word Count: around 1.2k

Summary: You know he’s bad for you...but damn is he good.

Warnings: there ain’t no spoilers or nothing just some good ol fluffy angsty stuff

A/N: YALLLLL so i saw black panther twice right and like after the first time i watched it I WAS LIKE SHOOOT i want to write fic for every character, BUT ANYWAY i wanted to write something without any spoilers just something a little short and sweet ya know<333 i hope yall like this i also wanna write a erik college au type fic so djfalj hopefully thatll come soon!!!!!! 

“This is the last time I’m going to tell you: We. Are. Not. Together,” Y/N enunciated in that staccato way that had grown so familiar to him. “Did you hear that, Erik?” she questioned, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

He swatted her hand out of the way, giving a roll of his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I heard you. Loud and clear, babygirl,” he drew out the words long a slow, giving her a teasing salute.

“You’re so unbelievable, why can’t you just leave me al—do not sit down.”

He sat directly beside her, ordering himself a drink too while he was at it. They were seated in a semi-crowded bar. Together, much to her apparent annoyance and astonishment. She looked appalled, as if he had just called her some foul name.

“You’re brave, you are really brave.”

Erik smirked, his head tilting to the side innocently. “Brave how?”

“Brave enough to sit your ass down in that stool,” Y/N quipped. “What do you want?”

“What, baby? Can’t a dude just come chill out, see how his favorite girl doin’?”

“You didn’t come here to check on me, you ruined my date, you fucking narcissist. This is the fourth time you’ve pulled this shit.” An accusatory forefinger poked him hard in the middle of his chest, making Erik raise his brows questioningly. She was right. It was the fourth time he’d coincidentally found himself showing up on one of her dates. It was also the fourth time that she had chosen a complete clown to go out with. “Why can’t you just let me be happy?”

“Don’t get all dramatic, babygirl. Listen, it’s not my fault ol’ boy couldn’t take a joke. If he isn’t funny, then he isn’t the guy for you anyways, Y/N. You could do better!” He shrugged his shoulders in an exaggerated manner before taking a  sip of his whiskey. “How was he a whole clown and he wasn’t even funny...don’t make sense,” he murmured, shaking his head.

“Who are you to tell me who ‘isn’t the guy for me’? You wouldn’t know anything about being a good boyfriend if it knocked you in the fucking face.” Y/N looked to him with furrowed brows, her voice rising, then carefully lowering to a furious whisper when she remembered they were out in public. “You know what,” she began with a deep inhale, “I’m just going to leave.” She stood from her stool, grabbing her small clutch and phone off the bar surface before making her hasty exit. “Don’t fucking follow me,” she called back to him before allowing the door to shut behind her.

Erik waited about thirty seconds before he left the bar. He lightly jogged through the warm night air to catch up with her. “You ain’t think I was gonna let a pretty girl walk home all alone, right?”

“I have pepper spray,” she replied, though it sounded more like a warning than anything.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be mean.”

She stopped walking abruptly, looking to him with disbelief and annoyance. “Okay, listen...I don’t know what it is your looking for. A fuck, a relationship, I don’t know, but whatever it is I don’t want any part of it.” She frowned when she saw the familiar smirk twitching at his lips. “Erik, I’m serious. We aren’t together for a reason!”

“Because you broke up with me!”

“Or because you’re a self-absorbed fuck,” she retorted.

He scoffed in disbelief.

“Oh come on, Erik. Don’t act surprised. Look at you right now. Why are you here?” she cocked a brow, folded her arms over her chest. Her eyes narrowed in his direction, awaiting a response.

“I’m here for you!”

“No, you’re here for you. If you cared, if you really cared even a little bit about me you wouldn’t be here right now. You’d leave me alone and let me be happy, but you can’t do that, can you?” Her eyes searched his, though she wasn’t exactly sure what she was looking for. “You can’t.”

Now she resumed walking, brushing past him in irritation and leaving him in a state of confusion as he began to feel a twinge of self-loathing. Selfish. He had never considered it. As he watched her walk away from him he realized something else, something that he had never considered: love. They had played the on and off game for years now. Their relationship was constantly morphing from friends, to friends with benefits, to boyfriend/girlfriend. The cycle seemed like it was destined to repeat infinitely, until now. Only in recent months had she truly tried to break things off with him, but this felt definite. Was it possible that in those three years, those thirty-six months that somehow, in the  midst of it all, he had really developed feelings for her? Real, honest feelings? It would explain his jealous behavior, and the lump in his throat that developed at the mere thought of her walking out of his life. His fists balled up into fists and he sighed heavily. Of all the girls he could have fallen for, it had to be the most infuriating one he knew. Really? It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help that love was a fickle and selfish thing.

“Y/N! Could you just wait up?” He called after her with a roll of his eyes. When she didn’t stop he found himself again jogging to catch up to her, matching her brisk pace. “God dammit, could you just—” he stood in front of her now, strong hands gripping her shoulders firmly, “—just listen to me.”

“I wasn’t kidding about the pepper spray, Erik!” she warned sharply.

He ignored her. “Look, I get it. I ruined your damn date, but who the fuck cares? It’s not like you were gonna marry the dude. Y’alls date was probably trash anyways.” Y/N tried to interject, but he gave her no time. “I don’t know what this is. And honestly...I don’t know what I want either.” He was floundering for words, trying to figure out the best way to explain himself. He gritted his teeth, jaw flexing, his brows pulling together in thought. “Fuck, this is hard,” he muttered. “If you don’t want to be with  me...fine. But I don’t want anyone else to have you if I can’t.”

Y/N’s  eyes narrowed. He seemed sincere, but whether he meant the words or not, she was unsure whether she wanted to put herself through the trouble of being with him again. He was an asshole, but so was she. They were good as friends, even better as lovers, but the relationship stuff was hard. He was a grade A philanderer and she was tired of the bullshit.

“Erik, you are so full of shit. You really think I’m dumb enough to be—” she was abruptly cut off by his lips smashing into hers. She froze up, and after a moment’s hesitation, shoved him away, angrily. The two stared at one another, breathing hard, lips tingly from the rough, sudden contact. Outside in the warmth of the night air, they stood beneath a streetlight on an empty sidewalk, the small space between them charged with electricity. Silence, besides the sound of their own racing hearts in their ears. Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him hard on the mouth. He responded immediately, his arms snaking around her waist without hesitation, holding her in an intimate, warm embrace.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger imagine #erik killmonger fanfic #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens fanfiction #erik killmonger x reader #killmonger x reader #killmonger imagine #erik stevens #black panther imagine #black panther fanfiction #marvel imagine

[moonvalecrossing]

Moonvale's Pokemon Commentary: #248 Tyranitar

Oh boy my second review of a pokemon with a mega evolution!

Just for Looks:

This bad boy's just a big ol kaiju monster like Godzilla. I... I actually really love this pokemon it's adorable. It's got the same colors as Lavitar so I can't really complain in that department either. Though the green on its shiny is more like a dead grassy brown. But it still looks nice. He's a big round boy who needs some hugs because his parents buried his egg super deep underground and made him dig his way out.

Now... Mega Tyranitar. "Lets add more spikes that'll be cool right?" Yeah.. nah. He kinda looks like an exploded plant to me. Like for some reason some branches on this bush kinda decided to rebel and grow away from the normal branches. Also it has chest eyes now. Them body holes I hate so much now have 'pupil' looking things in what would have been Pupitar's eyeballs if you subscribe to the theory Tyranitar just pops out of its previous form like some weird clown car suit situation. Its eyes and abdomen are now bright red, and there's more of that softer non-protected red flesh on its back. There's a reason for all of this but that can wait for the pokedex section. Let's just say you may wanna hold off on using that fancy bracelet and rock some hobo from Kalos gave you.

One thing that bugs me about Mega Tyranitar's shiny... it doesn't account for the red change like the regular coloration does. Nope, the red stays the exact same shade of purple as regular shiny Tyranitar. I hate inconsistencies in character design like this. Drives me right up the wall. They should have at least made it a reddish violet or something.

What's in the Name:

Tyrant + itar. Bangiras on the other had could be from yaban (savage) or ban (barbarian) and hate. Plus that whole Godzilla and the other Kaiju I mentioned in the previous two members of this family. Our little broody eye shadow baby has grown into a hate filled Kaiju barbarian savage. Don't bury your children super deep underground and make em dig their way out to meet you. That kinda junk does things to a child.

The 'Dex Says:

Tyranitar's body can't easily be harmed by attacks, so wild Tyranitar are always looking for a worthy opponent, apparently. I guess growing up in a cocoon shaped cement glob of soil will do that to any angry teenager. Also these guys apparently spend their days having fun and destroying freaking mountains and burying rivers to the point maps are constantly redrawn where they live. Yeah... okay sure Timmy. That'll go straight into the ‘dex because apparently the Professors are too busy to hire anyone to proofread whatever these kids send in. If these pokemon were actually this destructive I'd imagine they'd have been hunted to extinction as soon as everyone around realized that anywhere these guys inhabit would be drastically altered constantly.

Now for Mega Tyranitar. Oh boy kids. This guy's red in places because it is fueled by fury and pure destructive instincts. Why, you ask? Because all that energy from its mega evolution caused the armor plating on its back to SPLIT FREAKING OPEN. It is acting on pure instinct for survival because it's probably in massive amounts of pain. It's unclear whether or not it can even hear its trainer's orders through its pain-fueled rampage. I'd be surprised if a trainer lives long enough to have their pokemon mega evolve twice. Tyranitar would probably eat them after recovering from the pain of its back getting ripped open and then forced back together once the battle ends. And I would be fine with that.

It's Rating Time!

5/5 for regular form Tyranitar. He's a big ol round dinosaur baby who needs some love. And a visit to therapy due to childhood trauma.

2/5 for Mega Tyranitar. It looks pretty over-designed compared to its regular form. Plus its existence is nothing but pain and suffering. Someone should smash all the mega stones so these sweet babies never have to mega evolve again.

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