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depravitymoon · 1 year

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The dark side of Yandere Narancia

Author's Note: I wanted to make sure I established Narancia as a dangerous yandere. He is my favorite but he is more than just "UwU He baby". Also, this is a post-canon Everyone Lives AU.

((Warning: Threats, guilt-tripping, manipulation, unhealthy toxic relationship, implied stalking, delusional thinking, codependency.))

To summarize Yan!Nara: Narancia Ghirga is a bubbly cheerful ball of energy. When he's around you, he often shows off that signature big grin of his. Narancia is just so dedicated to you, and hangs on your every word. He indulges in your passions, even if he doesn't understand them, because he loves you so much!

Yandere MBTI: Reverent, Delusional, Manipulative, Lenient.

Yandere Type: Simp - The Obsessive Lovestruck type.

The biggest flaw(s) of Yandere Narancia Ghirga: He's a clingy, whiny, guilt-tripping, tantrum-throwing attention whore.

There are levels to Narancia's unhinged behavior:

Level 1

When he's not doing mafia work or hanging with the boys, he's bothering you.

He overtly invades your privacy and your personal space.

He doesn't see anything wrong with breaking and entering or even walking in on you naked.

"Don't worry! It's just me! I didn't break your locks! Oh, could you give me a key? I can help out with bills!"

Level 2

If you decline spending time with him, he will whine and insist you change your mind.

Doesn't matter if you're busy with work/school/drama. PAY ATTENTION TO HIM.

He'll try to bribe you for your time with expensive dates and gifts.

"There's this cool place I wanna take you to!"

"I got the new video game you wanted! Special Edition!"

"I got front row concert tickets to see Trish Una!"

Level 3

You also know his backstory, so he's hoping to use that to guilt trip you into doing what he wants.

If you insist on not going out with him, he will pout and tear-up.

He'll also complain how no one wants to hang out with him, giving a fake apology for bothering you.

"I just.... thought we were close...."

Level 4

If guilt-tripping doesn't work, he will resort to anger. It isn't towards you, it's towards people distracting you from him and his love.

His go-to move is threatening people with a switchblade to leave you alone.

If the problem is someone you're close to, he'll get the Bucci gang create a non-violent solution.

"Sucks that your sister cancelled on you! I got snacks to cheer you up!?"

Level 5

As a last resort, he will appear to you right after a mission. He's beaten, bleeding, barely conscious, and you'll have to rush him to the hospital.

You end up pitying him, leading to you visiting him and helping him recover. You'll even get Passione's gratitude for saving the Don's closest friend.

Ironically, gaining the trust of Italy's biggest mafia makes it harder to leave Nara, fearing it'd be seen as betrayal to do so.

You're not sure if Don Giovanna is the type to kill over minor grievances, and don't want to find out.

Hence, you're stuck with Narancia.

"I know it was meant to be! Everyone in the famaglia loves you! BTW, Giorno wants to have dinner with us! It's weird hearing you say 'Don Giovanna'."

Level 6

He really likes having a switchblade around.

When Narancia's presence puts you on-edge, he also becomes on-edge. He starts fidgeting with the knife in your presence.

What a 'coincidence' that whenever you let him do what he wants, the switchblade goes away!

"Chill! I'm not gonna hurt you with it. It's a nervous tic I got! I don't like arguing! Can't we just cuddle?!"

Extra thoughts on Nara:

It's not a matter of if you get to level 6. It's a matter of when. He will still call and text you repeatedly while he's on missions. If you don't attempt to text/call him back often, you will face his wrath when he returns home. If you get past Narancia's smothering, volatile, and delusional behavior, he's a gentle loving boyfriend who worships you. Things could get alot worse from here, but I want to keep this post Safe For Work.

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mxtantrights · 6 months

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famous dc!au (dick's version)

TRACK TWELVE : YOU GIVE ME SOMETHING

Tonight feels like an ending of sorts. After tonight you'll finally know where you stand with Dick. If, maybe, he's back with his ex. Or if he's not seeing anyone.

And it kind of feels like a sigh of relief. You were definitely taking a break from this industry after all this. And having an answer to this question in your head would put you at ease.

You look over at your outfit for tonight. It wasn't much. You had been to a couple of these before. But none hosted by someone on the same level as Dick.

You weren't planning on wearing a Gala dress, no way you'd try ro be someone you weren't. But you can't just show up with jeans and call it a look.

There was only one thing to do. You'd have to shop.

Dick is going nuts. He feels like he's actually going nuts. A genuine through crosses his mind that he might not even show up to the launch party to his new song.

He can't believe Zantana invited you. The problem isn't that you're going, it's that you're going under the pretense that this song has nothing to do with you. Which is wrong. The song has everything to do with you. It's about you-it's for you!

Dick feels like he's gonna throw up.

"I'm gonna hurl." he says.

Jason and Damian laugh amongst themselves. And really it's their faults, Dick thinks to himself. if it weren't for Damian saying to fall in love with someone normal, and Jason pushing him confess his feelings for you, none of this would have happened.

Well, not exactly.

Damn.

"Can you relax? The worst thing that can happen is you get astoundingly rejected and run out of Hollywood." Damian answers.

Dick looks over at him in pure shock, "Bro?"

"I mean he's right. And even then, you'd still be rich." Jason adds on.

"Alright the two of you aren't helping. Out."

Jason and Damian flood out of the room. The room filled with stuff about the song he wrote about and for you. It's custom for Dick to have decorations thrown around at a single release party. But this just feels like an extra circle of hell.

Because this can go one of two ways. Either he tells you how he feels and how the song is about you and you feel the same way-which he didn't know until now how badly he wants this to come true. Or he tells you and you realize you're standing in place that acts as a makeshift lover letter and you high tail it out of the party and maybe even Hollywood.

Dick can't think straight.

"Stop ruminating, you'll be fine." Zantana says from the doorway.

Dick looks over at her angrily, "You had no right to give out that invitation."

"Dick, what were you gonna do skate around this for the rest of your life? This could be your happily ever after and you want it to pass you by?" she asks.

Dick sighs, "I just don't feel good about this. What if it's too much? What if I'm too much?"

"Oh, Richard." Zantana says.

Then she's walking over to her best friend and cupping his face with her hands.

"Listen me, you are special and kind, and really caring. You are never too much, you are enough. You are more than enough. Okay?"

Dick nods his head along to her affirmations.

"If you really want to cancel this whole thing I can have this place trashed and designated a fire hazard in an hour." she offers.

Dick smiles at that, "No, I think it's time to face the music."

You put the blue leather jacket back on the hanger. It is way too expensive to buy just to go to this one time thing. No way.

As you turn around you run directly into someone. You start apologizing, realizing you dropped their items. You help them pick them off from the floor. A few worn out books and a red star keychain.

When you hand the items back to the person, you finally make eye contact and you go a bit starstruck. Okay, not a bit, but totally a normal amount of starstruck for running into an Oscar winning actress.

"I'm so sorry about that again. I wasn't really paying attention." you say.

"No it's fine-I was actually that close to you because I wanted to introduce myself." the actress says.

You look behind you once out of confusion and then look back. With a thumb pointed at your chest you look at the Hollywood star again.

"Me?" you ask.

A bright bubbly laugh comes out.

"Yes you, you were in Dick's music videos. I really wanted to meet you." she says.

"I'm sorry, you're talking about me? Still?" you ask.

"I am! I thought the chemistry the two of you had was amazing. I mean I still do." she answers.

You clear your throat. "Well I mean he's really easy to get along with."

"Watching the two of you in this videos is like watching a pair of souls come together after a long time. It's magic." she adds on.

At that you can't help but to feel your heart race. You know that your face is growing hot and so are your ears. You smile and try to shrug it off.

"I'm trying to find something to wear to the single release party. Are you going tonight?" you ask.

She nods, "Yeah I'll be there with Jason. I think that jacket would look really good on you."

"Me too but my back account would be in the negatives if I brought it." you joke.

She laughs along with you, then her phone starts ringing. She looks at the screen and back at you.

"Sorry to cut and run, but my boyfriends little brother is calling me and he usually just texts, so it must be important. It was really nice meeting you, I hope we see each other around again." she says.

You thank her again and wave goodbye. You turn back to the rack, where the jacket is. There was a no return policy at this store. If you bought this jacket you would be all in. Kind of like another situation you are in at the moment.

At the register what you don't see or hear is the award winning actress telling the cashier to add the jacket to her card and asking that you walk out with it today as a gift.

Dick is freaking out. Like honestly he can't take it anymore. There is about one hour before the party officially starts and he's losing his mind.

When the door to the break room he's in opens he stops pacing. He looks at the opened door.

"Your burning tracks in the floor." Bruce says.

Dick honestly looks down for a split second before he scoffs.

"Who called?" Dick asks.

"The better question is who didn't call me." Bruce answers.

The older man comes into the room and closes the door behind him. He leans against it and crosses his arms against his chest.

"So I'm in love, so what?" Dick throws his hands up in surrender.

"So what? It's a big deal Grayson. This time is different." his father says.

"How do you know?" Dick asks.

Bruce smiles, "because it reminds me of my first love, my first true love."

Dick's mind stops running then, it just goes still. In fact it's probably the only moment of silence he's had to himself since he woke up this morning.

"You've never talked about it." Dick says.

"It's a long and complicated story. I'll tell you the whole thing one day, but for now I'll just tell you the lesson I learned at the end of it all." Bruce starts.

Then he's walking towards his son. He takes him by the shoulders and looks him right in the eyes.

"You have to be brave enough to go after it, brave enough that failing wouldn't matter to you." Bruce says.

Dick's eye widen.

"Did you?" Dick questions, "I mean, did you fail?"

Bruce smiles to himself and chuckles as well.

"I know the tabloids might say I did, but I know I didn't." Bruce answers.

Bruce pats his son's shoulders twice for good measure.

"I also need you to get out there soon because if not Jason offered to watch the rest of the kids-no one wants that."

"Besides Cass and Duke." Dick tags on.

They both laugh at that.

You check your appearance once more. The jacket really was a nice touch. You can't believe she brought it for you! You'd have to return the favor some day-if you ever get the chance.

Tonight you were either going to leave Hollywood forever or evade the social circles of Dick Grayson.

You smooth out the jacket against your body. It was now or never. The part starts about third minutes ago. There was no reason for you to be fashionably late, it wasn't your party and you weren't decked out to the nines.

You ling your bag over your shoulder and start walking in behind the crowd. There are flashing lights and paps calling out for pictures. You're not sure they're calling for you so you keep heading inside.

Everything looks so dreamy. The place is decorated like a prom. Teal balloons fill the ceiling. The floor is clean and white. There are little tables with appetizers and drinks. The lights aren't too bright, they are dim.

There are streamers around in places with stars hanging down from them. It's fun.

It reminds you of the song. How it feels like a love song and dancing in the rain and watching the stars. You smile to yourself. There's a projector on a big wall showing jellyfish.

All of it feels so familiar to you. Like how the laugh sounded like yours on the song.

"You made it, finally!" a voice says from behind you.

You turn around only to find no one at eye level with you. You look down and there he is. Damian Wayne. You look at him in confusion. Surely he wasn't looking for you? He doesn't know you.

"Are you talking to me?" you ask him.

"Yes."

"Oh-okay. Do you know me?"

"Kind of."

The one worded answers were getting ominous. And it was freaking you out. But he was only a child, maybe he didn't realize how he was coming off.

"Scram you're being a menace." a voice from behind you, again.

You turn this time to see Jason Todd. Okay this day was just getting more and more surprising to you. First you ran into his wife at the store, then you ran into his little brother, now him.

"Oh it's okay," you turn back and sure enough Damian is gone, "And he's gone."

"yeah we're all weird like that. Look, I wanted to introduce myself to you formally." Jason says.

He holds out his hand and you take it. He smiles. You don't know why he's smiling but it doesn't feel out of place, it feels genuine. You smile too.

"I don't know why I'm smiling, sorry." You say.

"It's okay. One day we'll laugh about this." he jokes.

Dick watches you from the corner of the room like some sort of jaded creep. God he feels weird. He just wants to talk to you but he wonders if this is his moment, his failing moment. Like Bruce said.

"Please put us all out of out misery and tell the truth about the song." Damian says.

Dick isn't sure where the boy came from but he honest really care. He knew he was here at the release party and that was enough.

"And if I fail?"

"You would ave failed being honest. Isn't that the best way to fail?" Bruce adds.

Dick also isn't sure how Bruce came into the conversation but then again he doesn't care.

It's now or never.

Dick makes his way over to you. He has to step through the projected jellyfish video on the wall. When he does, you seem to notice and your eyes catch his. He smiles and so do you.

And for the second time that night, his mind stops running. It feels like peace.

#dc x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Dick Grayson imagine #Dick Grayson fanfic #dc fanfic #dc imagine #dc x you #famous dc! au (dick’s version)

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digitalcomfortspot · 1 year

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Thinking about the spaceship AU today

More on Sun and Moon!

This is gonna be a long one folks, just warning ya!

BUILDS

Sun and Moon are very similar because they were created by the same manufacturing company, as part of the same batch. It was an experimental batch made custom for a specific fleet of space faring ships, so they have more personality quirks than some other bots on board made for things like cleaning or interfacing with the public at ALL times.

Every bot is treated with respect, but not all of them have the ability to do things like empathize or emote as well with their body parts. The boys are no exception! Sun and Moon themselves were given screens to emote with, but this doesn't mean they can replicate every human facial expression known to man. It's more... digital than that.

Their bodies were made with similar abilities to interface with the ship, as well as the unique prototyped ability to transform into their ECLIPS-E function. (Emergency Collateral and Input Performance System - Enhanced). Eclipse was made in the case of emergency, and it took a LOT of finagleing to figure out... HOW the two slotted together.

They don't really like remembering how those tests went, and what they went through while testing was honestly something that brought them closer.

CHARACTER CODING AND DUTIES

As for codings, I'm very explicitly stating that Sundrop is autism/anxiety coded, and Moondrop is coded with autism/depression. I don't want these to go unnoticed, and their presentations of these traits will be apparent! As someone with all three conditions, it's inevitable that it will leak into my writing, so I want these boys to reflect that directly!

Sun's autistic tendencies lead to a sense of anxiety because he has his tasks. He LOVES his tasks, loves his work, and he really doesn't like to change it. He's good at thinking on his feet- but that doesn't mean he LIKES it. It takes some coaxing from others who care about him to help him ease into new tasks each day, and too much output towards unfamiliar tasks drains his battery because of the electrical cost on his CPU. New information means more of his body and systems are working much harder to figure our how they work. This process can be eased with a guidance manual chip for the task- but not every task has clear instructions.

Sun's anxiety also revolves around deep care for the people he loves and cherishes. He will forgo ALL routine if someone he cares about is not having a good time, and go into Caretaking Mode- a mode made to help those on the ship who need extra help, whether physically, mentally, or emotionally. This leads some to believe he can be rather overbearing, but when recognized, one can ask him to dial it down, and he's more than happy to do so! He doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, quite the opposite!

His caring nature makes him great for ship morale, and his dependent scheduling and ability to plan ahead days, weeks and even months into the future is incredibly important for ship functioning. He also absolutely loves children! He's very good with them, as is to be expected of such a caring, loving bot.

Moon, on the other hand, operates at night.

Moon is incredibly sound sensitive due to his deep connection with the ship. His "hat" disguises a cable that runs with him through the ship. He can watch security cameras, give the ship inputs, and even use it to privately communicate with other bots.

As a result of this, he often gets overwhelmed due to a sensory overload. He's learned to combat this with music, or turning his hearing off- similar to noise canceling headphones. He doesn't LIKE to do this, since it often translates into important information being lost, but he would rather have everything turn speech to text than have to take a break.

Moon's isolation due to these issues have caused a sense of depression to spring up in him, sadly. He doesn't mind working with others at all, really- but the ship is so big and packed that it's hard not to get overwhelmed. He's not only taking in visual and audio output, but the output of the ship as well. It's a LOT for his CPU to handle!

He often finds himself lonelier than he wishes to be. Sure, some night staff are around, but often he does wish people could visit him more often. He understands why they don't though- his lurking the halls of the ship at night, running diagnostics and scowling in concentration(not HIS fault he makes that face, he just does) makes others intimidated of him, as well as of his high position in the ship.

He has a few people who help combat this. Sun, for one, meets up with him just before his shift begins and Moon's ends, for at least an hour. Which leads into...

RELATIONSHIPS

Moon and Sun have worked very hard to maintain their friendship, and found that Dawn works best for them to find time together. Sometimes Moon needs to vent. Sometimes Sun wants to tell Moon about his plans. Sometimes... they just lean against each other and watch the stars.

They matter a lot to each other. They were built together, they understand each other, and will leave each other messages for the other to read when awake.

Moon gets very uppity if Sun doesn't get his rest, knowing how hard he works every day, but secretly admires the rare late night talks with his dear friend.

Sun gets uppity if Moon doesn't take care of himself, not going to maintenance and repair before he's so much as smoking and blowing a motherboard, but he's glad Moon turns to him first.

And that's all I have for right now! This post is getting WAAAYY too long!

#sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendants #dca fandom #dca spaceship au #im just gonna use that til i come up with a better name

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liverobinreaction · 1 year

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🎀💌? :)

(from this ask game)

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

haHA jokes on you, if there's one thing I'm not, it's insecure about my writing. I know I'm good at it, and I really love doing it, so it's just. a lot of fun all around. what i especially love is writing emotions, partially because it means I get to use everything i learned as a young undiagnosed autistic kid trying to fit in and understand other people. as a result, it means im damn good at writing emotions! regardless, thank you for encouraging me to compliment myself!! <3

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

so i already did this one here BUT i'm not gonna deprive you guys of my ideas, so here's a snippet from a non-Banshee AU fic i'm writing where Tim gets cancer, and decides to retire to a cottage in the countryside. without telling anyone. at all. currently hesitantly titled: and you know this will be gone in the morning

Dr Pakkala is still talking. She hasn’t stopped since she gently gave him the news, voice sympathetic and serious as she tells him about his options, about treatment and support and recovery rates. Tim, who has always been very good at looking like he’s listening, nods along.

The truth is, he’s been expecting something like this for a while. He’s read the journal articles. You don’t get as far as he has in life without doing research.

It turns out that those who survived the Clench have a higher chance of developing stomach or ocular cancer due to a strange reaction between the antidote and damaged cells. It’s rare and there are only a handful of cases, but when he told Dr Pakkala about his symptoms and his prior infection, her face had gone serious, and she began ordering a new slew of tests.

Several scans later, he was signing consent forms for a biopsy.

A week later, and he has his answers.

He always expected to die in the field. Would have welcomed it in fact, because outside of his nightly activities, there’s not much to say about Timothy Drake. As stubborn as he is, Tim lives to be useful. To assist however he can. He’s moulded himself into different shapes and forms for this purpose, even when the ones he’s doing it for would really prefer he didn’t.

It turns out being useful takes up a lot of space though, and beyond that, well. There’s not much room for anything else in his life. Being useful is pretty much all he has.

Stomach cancer is not useful. Stomach cancer means liability.

Stomach cancer means quitting jobs and taking time off, which then leads to questions, and that means he has to tell the Bats. Sure, he might currently be on frosty terms with them after the whole Captain Boomerang debacle, but he really, really does not want to deal with whatever fallout would result from him having cancer.

Dr Pakkala keeps mentioning his chances with stage three stomach cancer as ‘fairly decent’, and it makes him grimace.

“It’s not stage four yet, Mr Jacobs,” she repeats, and he gives a dutiful nod at the sound of his alias. The name is bland and unassuming, but he’s not going to take any risks, not even in a San Francisco hospital.

He leaves Dr Pakkala’s office with an appointment with an oncologist in one hand and various pamphlets in the other. He tosses them all the moment he’s on the street, and hacks into the hospital database to cancel his upcoming appointment as he takes the subway back to one of his safehouses. He doesn’t call the Waynes or his teammates.

The thing is, it doesn’t really matter what stage his cancer is in. Either he goes through treatment and survives, or he doesn’t. No, what matters is the fact that ultimately, Tim is going to have to stop being Red Robin. For good, most likely. Because even if the cancer does go into remission, he’ll always be at risk, he’ll be weaker and more prone to sickness.

He will be a liability.

Tim would rather have a clean break and disappear than become a liability to the Bats. His distance from the family won’t mean anything if they feel some sort of obligation to him, and if there’s anything he hates, it’s knowing when he isn’t wanted, but being unable to leave. Beyond that, he can’t stand the idea of them fussing, looking at him with pitying or cold eyes as he slowly rots into something unrecognisable. It’s not even a matter of pride; Tim just doesn’t want anyone to see him at his absolute lowest.

There’s a nice cottage in Vermont that he bought through a long string of proxy buyers, shell corporations, and some good old identity fraud. It’s as close to Batproof as possible, and that's good enough for him.

#bug replies #ask #anonymous #ask game #my writing #tim drake #batman #and you know this will be gone in the morning

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trippin-over-my-fandoms · 2 years

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Hi I just wanted to ask if you have any thoughts on the end of series 3 and I don't know if your taking prompt ideas but if you are I had this idea of no sparrows dying and both teams kind of living together with no Reginald with Luther and Sloane still getting together

I have so many thoughts actually! Even a bit of a fix it/au/continuation thing brewing in my head. But I'm mostly intrigued with how they're gonna handle it! probably more than I was curious about season 3 (I was VERY excited but like I wasn't theorizing). It's certainly very different than the previous two finales and makes me wonder if they're going to deal with one final apocalypse or something else.

Anyway!

I hope you don't mind but I've used your prompt to set up another prompt I've got waiting on me! I felt they'd work together rather well and I've also created a series on my ao3 for these fics!

Under One Roof

(link for ao3)

Well… it had started out as a good idea, at least.

That was exactly how all of their ideas went. Whether it was fight or flight decisions in the heat of battle, time travel to avoid an apocalypse, or moving into the Sparrow Academy- everything started out good. But it was always the test of time that showed the real outcome.

You’ve got to be kidding me, guys! There’s a chore chart for a reason!”

“The next fight that breaks out, both of you are getting kicked outside and you can deal with it on the streets since that’s how you want to act!”

“There is a nasty ass pair of underwear in my room and they aren’t even mine so somebody needs to start talking right now before I make it everyone’s problem.”

“This house was a lot quieter until you let a bunch of children move in!”

“My room is my space so I could care less what you think about the color scheme.”

“Doors lock for a reason everyone!”

“It’s not even the good stuff, you shouldn’t be able to smell it! I swear!”

“Who the hell ate the last of the cereal and just put the empty box back on the shelf?!”

“I’m moving out. Not a single one of you has a brain cell between the twelve of you. And I don’t know which is more shocking, That no one here can think for themselves long enough not to get into a petty argument or that I’m even remotely surprised.”

“We just need to give it time! I’m sure everything will work out once we get to know each other.”

“If you don’t get out of my personal space right this second I’m going to make you eat your own feet.”

“So did dinner get canceled or-?”

One week and everything has gone to hell.

Somehow things were more peaceful between the Umbrellas and the Sparrows when they were fighting against a cosmic bomb to stop yet another apocaplyse. Living together in the same house is proving to be a challenge.

The place is certainly big enough. In the original timeline it was meant to house forty-three children. Despite there only being sixteen in this new one, the place is still just as massive, more than equipped to handle six Umbrellas and seven Sparrows. There are enough bedrooms, training areas, a courtyard, a library…plenty of space so it is possible to go a full day without ever seeing anyone.

And somehow, fights still break out.

They started simple. The first thing every sibling fights about when moving into a new place. Who’s getting which room.

Klaus tried to call dibs on Reginald’s room. It wasn’t that anyone wanted it other than him, except maybe Diego because he liked the idea of all the space, it was that the Sparrows thought it was best to leave it alone. At least, Marcus thought so. Even if Reginald hadn’t exactly been a stellar father, they still felt they needed to honor whatever memory anyone had of him by not touching his things.

He was the first and only one the kugelblitz took. They had found out about it quick enough that they could stop it before it got too out of hand. From there all it took was some time travel, once it was working again, to tweak the finer details.

Regardless, a fight had broken out. Some mild arguing turned into cheap shots being thrown left and right to the point they were fighting almost as they had the day the Umbrellas ended up back in 2019.

Luther was embarrassed to say the least. It had partly been his idea to even move his family there in the first place and he felt it made him look bad in the Sparrows’ eyes that they were behaving so badly. He was supposed to be their Number One, their voice of reason. But he had never had that. Not really.

And if he was honest it wasn’t even truly his idea. He had found out days after they had all settled in, on a quiet afternoon when things finally seemed to have calmed down and everyone got used to each other, that Sloane had a hand in it all.

As it turned out, she had suggested the idea to both Marcus and Luther separately, making it seem as if it was the other’s idea.

“I have to say,” Marcus started, one quiet morning- that didn’t stay quiet for long- when they ran into each other in the foyer, “I wasn’t too sure about this at first but now that things have calmed down a bit,” little did he know he’d be eating those words minutes later. It soon became taboo to even utter those words, “I think this is going to work out just fine. It’s even nice to have a bigger team. Some pretty good thinking you’ve got Luther,” and he had reached out to shake his hand but Luther stood dumbstruck.

“Wait,” Luther had to think it over in his head, make sure he had heard Marcus right, “I thought this was your idea.”

“No, Sloane told me it was your idea,” Marcus said slowly. The realization hit them at the same time and they had laughed about it.

They weren’t laughing now.

“Whoever keeps putting the toilet paper roll over instead of under is getting a roll shoved up their ass!” Diego declares from the balcony over the living room, interrupting an argument at the bar between Five and Alphonso over vintage whiskeys and another argument between Jayme, Be, and Klaus over Yahtzee because Klaus swears she’s cheating.

Jayme snorts when she laughs at Diego’s rage and though Sloane was coming in on the tail end of the argument she swears she could hear his resolve snapping like a twig. “It would you! I fucking knew it!” He shouts, with no evidence other than Jayme’s amusement. He vaults himself over the railing and Sloane is quick to stop him midair. “Let me down!” He begins to flail as much as her power will let him, trying to fight even over seven feet above the floor.

“Not until you calm down,” Sloane tries to reason, sending Luther a ‘help me’ expression when their gazes meet as he crosses into the living room downstairs.

“I’ll calm down when I’ve gotten justice for this incredibly annoying atrocity!” Diego tries to grip the railing but Sloane tilts him upside down, “Luther!” He growls when he sees him, “Make your stupid girlfriend put me down!”

“You know you’re not the only one in this house Diego,” Luther reminds him.

Except Diego refuses to let it go, even when he turns sheepish as Fei and Allison join Sloane on the balcony to investigate the scene. “Alright, vote. Right now. There’s enough of us here, who thinks I’m right?”

“Yeah!” Klaus exclaims, “Toilet paper should always be over!”

Silence falls upon the room so thick that Marcus’ footsteps can be heard halfway down the hall.

“You,” Diego growls, eyes narrowing, deadly and threatening, “It’s under you idiot! I’m gonna get you!”

“You might want to take advantage of your head start, Klaus,” Five pipes in. Klaus doesn’t need another word before he’s abandoning his Yahtzee game and taking off down the hall.

Sloane lifts Diego and sets him down on the balcony. The very second Diego’s feet are on the floor he’s taking off after Klaus.

Everyone stands in silence to the sound of Klaus screaming fading out as they disappear.

Marcus is utterly confused when he reaches the rest of them, “What did I miss?”

Jayme and Ben burst out laughing, practically rolling on the floor as they clutch their sides. Ben looks like he’s on the edge of tears, he's laughing so hard and Jayme finds herself in a coughing fit.

“What’s so funny?” Luther asks, mindful of the demanding tone that likes to creep into his voice. Sloane had taught him that. She said they may not react so negatively towards him if he remembered he was their brother, not their leader. It was good advice.

“It’s all three of us!” Ben chokes out.

“Yeah,” Jayme wheezes, having to catch her breath just to speak, “We caught the psycho going through the house and changing every roll so I had the idea to change them all back! I just wanted to see his head explode.”

“And he did not disappoint,” Ben shakes his head, “Klaus wasn’t supposed to say anything but I guess he was feeling cocky since he bet it wouldn’t even take a day for him to notice.”

Klaus makes it out alive. He winds up laying low with Alphonso and Viktor in the recreation room, just in time to start an air hockey tournament. By the time Diego finds him he’s already calmed enough to not care. At least, until he’s the victim of some other shenanigan.

Besides, it’s movie night.

It occurs every other night, just to maintain some sort of peace even for a short while. And to encourage everyone to get along. Of course, not everyone is above being petty to be right in a silly little fight, jeopardizing the whole evening for everyone.

The rule is that everyone has to make nice or refrain from starting another argument an hour before eight o’clock. If they can do that, everyone can gather in the home theater for a movie. Chosen, of course, by a wheel app with everyone's pick of movies. Viktor’s idea. Because Fei’s idea of drawing names from a bowl proved to cause accusations of rigging the draw. Thus forfeiting movie night.

It works. Most nights.

And those blissful moments of silence are golden.

Especially when those moments are spent on the roof in the cool night air.

“You think they’ll get along long enough to make it through dinner?” Luther pauses his kisses to mutter the question that’s been on his mind since the idea was formed. They’re only a few days out and as the date draws closer he gets more anxious. He just wants it to be perfect for Sloane.

She smiles but shakes her head, rolling her shoulders to adjust with how long she’s had her arms up around his neck, “Mhm, probably not. But we can only hope,” she resumes their kissing, trailing a hand up to his short hair.

Only for him to pull back, “Maybe we should talk to some of them. You know, get them to… behave. So it’s not a complete disaster?”

“I think they’re going to argue no matter what. We should at least take it as a victory they aren’t actually killing one another,”

“You’re right,” Luther kisses her nose, “As always.”

“I try,” Sloane shrugs coyly,

Though, they’re both hoping she’s right, long enough that dinner won’t be a complete disaster.

#tua s3 #anon #asks #tua s3 spoilers #spacegravity #luther hargreeves #marcus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #fei hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #alphonso hargreeves #five hargreeves #sloane hargreeves #jayme hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #i forgot/left out poor christopher i wasnt sure how to write him rip #sorry dude

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morhath · 2 years

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SPN S1E1 liveblog for Some Goddamn Reason

don't wanna do a million tiny posts so will consolidate some at a time:

killing and biting and maiming every time John is on screen. Sam looks SO baby. idk how old Jared is but Sam is presumably supposed to be younger than me in this??? horrifying. Jess :''(

okay Dean breaking in is stupid anyway but also why is he being so loud and obvious. dumbass. oh look early spn Dean misogyny at its finest.

Jess should've lived. :( my kingdom for an AU where--lol Sam just mispronounced that town name. anyway. AU where Jess is like "no I'm coming with you for emotional support--OH MY GOD MONSTERS ARE REAL. okay. I will handle this actually."

DEAN IS MY AGE??? EVEN MORE HORRIFYING

I like tits and there's still too much tits in this. what if I skip to when my little babygirl (Cas) shows up. (but on the other hand... the challenge of making it through EVERYTHING...)

ah yes the iconic driver picks the music shotgun shuts his cakehole line. anyway ironic of Sam to call this mullet rock knowing what his hair looks like later. I'm just gonna leave this playing while I walk away to take my meds lol I will not be missing much

Dean stop being a little shit. I mean ACAB but you're not going to get investigating done like that. aw I love these goth girls

having a lawyer in the family to get your ass out of prison for credit card fraud would be useful actually

watching SPN as a youngster did not do good things to my emotional constipation

anyway resolution to this one is mildly interesting, instead of the salt and burn I'm so used to from later seasons they just sic the ghost lady's kids she killed on her and the ghosts cancel out. nice.

JESS >:''''(((

CLASSIC TRUNK SHOT BABEY

#life #supernatural #unfortunately: supernatural liveblog

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BREAKING THE WALL once again... I'm AWAKE now (actually barely, but thanxx for yelling lol) aaaand our bird on the thumbnail! If they drop the medley tomorrow at 6 too 🤡 I won't be awake for once, but Friday??? I'll be there 🤗

Alright sooooo this is the ranking *nervous laughter* I'm ready to be cancelled. It was difficult, but I tried to be decisive </333 no hard feelings, most are almost on the same level. But seriously, bear in mind I appreciate all your stories, some just hit more than others, it all depends on various things, but my main point is "which ones did/will I re-read" let me know if you want me to elaborate further and explain myself lol

1. Bodyguard

2. TTWHY

3. Rewrite the Stars

4. LNFILA

5. Duke/Khronos

6. Mr & Mrs Park

7. Just Friends

What do you think, are you shocked 👀 what's your list? I need to think more about Seonghwa's, but I can feel that one will be much different which is hilarious

Absolutely INVU! The album is great, though I don't listen to slower songs that often, but I can play the whole album and be happy <3 I'm usually not the one to bitch about "X is the worst year in kpop" especially since lots of comebacks are coming, but something about this year hits less. We got some gems obviously, but a lot of groups disappoint. I loved the whole Oddinary which is shocking, hopefully same things happens with Movement

London's black taxis are iconic, but that's about it siudusjsjskdhdhshs, yeah expensive af. Other European taxis are just random cars, not so pretty

I know right? Cocomelon...? I'm afraid to ask. And the way they remake some of the shows in 3D like Winnie the Pooh I fucking cried when I randomly saw it once 😭😭😭😭 not my honey bear and his friends. Do you have fave childhood cartoons?

Our coconut head (my dreams of long haired Hwa just keep dying.... sigh) was so precious during that live which I kinda missed despite being at home I was just watching something else, butttt me and my friends bought the succulents set and the bouquet 2 weeks ago! So happy he got the succs too awww, but the fucking Starry Night I NEED. It costs as much as some of Hwa's limited pcs 🥴🥴🥴🥴 but really I thought "hope Lego gifted Hwa the Starry Night" 💗 *cries and dies*

I can't take care of plants and flowers, but if someone gifted me Lego flowers 😌 look at our flower

I chose San, cause he's in my bias line, but you can have whoever, I just think Woodies (is that the name? I keep confusing them) are very deprived 😅

Shittt I remember that AU now 👀 the worst nightmare, some little asshole from school getting rich meh. Unless it's Hwa ofc

I laughed at the random Woo in the sea of Hybe men lmao I got "in another life" aka soulmates, not my fave trope, but it can be well-done. Btw have you watched Makoto Shinkai's movies? Your Name, but Seonghwa AU <3 a new one is coming out this year, can't wait to tear up again. Weathering with You made me cry especially hard - DV 💖

hi hello!!

BFKWJDKE THE SEONGHWA AND BESTIE TODAYS THE FUCKINF SONG HIGHLIGHTS ITS TIME TO CLAIM SONGS 😭😭😭 also to preorder the album 🫠 IM BETSIEHFHWKDHWK CYBERPUNK AND SECTOR 1 AND NEW WORLDv,??????? ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE KPOP MADE AN ALBUM THIS GOOD

LMFAOOOO BDBDHD NO UR NOT GONNA BE CANCELED DUDHD NO THATS PERFECTLY FINE! I LOVE SEEING THE RANKINGS BC SOME SURPRISE ME BY “u lIKE THAT??”

1. Bodyguard

2. TTWHY

3. Rewrite the Stars

4. LNFILA

5. Duke/Khronos

6. Mr & Mrs Park

7. Just Friends

What do you think, are you shocked 👀 what's your list? I need to think more about Seonghwa's, but I can feel that one will be much different which is hilarious

 IM SO SURPRISED REWRITE THE STARS IS UP SO HIGH???? it’s like the early days of writing so i know it’s crappy in that terms so iM vv surprised that it’s even on the list fbfbfb LMFAOOOO I FEEL LIKE BB!HWA MIGHT BE NO1 ON UR LIST OTHERWISE I AGREE WITH UR LIST

for me it’s like :

1. mr and mrs park

2. ttwhy

3. let’s not fall in love, again

4. bodyguard

5. just friends

6. khronus

7. rewrite the stars

8. duke

do not ask why duke is there quite self explanatory 🔫

RIGHT !!!!! sometimes using invu as background noise >>>> d.o’s rose album is truly so comforting! i play it during i work or study or commute and my mood just 🤩🤩 nO i agree as well,, something about the ay ever since late last year to this year the cb’s have been repetitive or extremely experimental to the point it’s not even music anymore 😭😭😭 some groups were absolutely great! POOT MAH SNEAKERS ON FBWMDHEKHDEK GREAT ✊🏼 AMAZING ✊🏼 tbh i,,, for summer i kinda be expecting a full album of just summer genre,, kinda like exo’s kokobop album? it’s been years and i still play it every summer (today as well) and idk if it’s a lot to ask but groups these days don’t make cb’s that are memorable for a long time, it’s like releasing a song is a trend now and everyone’s doing it instead of making some really good music they also like to perform <3

London's black taxis are iconic, but that's about it siudusjsjskdhdhshs, yeah expensive af. Other European taxis are just random cars, not so pretty

LMFAOOOO i will channel my james bond whenever i get out of those black taxis 🔫 there’s some ugly taxi cars here too 😭😭😭

LMFAOOOO HDKWHDKW COCOMELON IS SO DUMB 😭😭😭🤚🏼 ???????????????? 3D WINNE THE POOH????? WHAT THE FUCK???? omg my favourites are shinchan, dragon tales, max and ruby, MADELINE, oswald!, clifford, pingu, hey look since im younger than u SOME ARE IN THE LATER YEARS OK anyways angelina ballerina <3

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭 no fr he was so cute and his cheeks 😭😭🤚🏼🤚🏼 and his wide eyes 😭😭😭 AAAAAAA DID U GUYS COMPLETE THE SUCCULENTS?? IF LEGO DOESNT MAKE HIM THEIR AMBASSADOR WE DONT WANT IT that starry night looks sO DIFFICULT FBFBF ??????? WHAAAT????? AS MUCH AS PC’S????? omg stopppp 😭😭 buying albums atp is an investment fbfb

I can't take care of plants and flowers, but if someone gifted me Lego flowers 😌 look at our flower /// I chose San, cause he's in my bias line, but you can have whoever, I just think Woodies (is that the name? I keep confusing them) are very deprived 😅

THAT IS SO VERY TRUE ID DISPLAY AND SHOW THEM OFF EVERYWHERE,,, LMFAOOOO WOODIES ARE DEPRIVED?? 😭😭 their smut corner is 🔫🔫

Shittt I remember that AU now 👀 the worst nightmare, some little asshole from school getting rich meh. Unless it's Hwa ofc

JFBWKFJW UHUH EXACTLY THAT BUT ITS A LITTLE ✨✨✨🤌🏼 maybe i’ll write it fully one day 😭😭😭 kai will also make his appearance dhdh

THE SEA OF HYBE DBDBBVS omg soulmates au??? reminds me of atozfic’s hwa fic! omg but soulmates arENT THAT BAD,,, no maybe they are a little bit, a LITTLE,, YES I HAVE WATCHED YOUR NAME AND I SAW THAT TRAILER IM SO VERY EXCITED !!!! I ALSO RLY LIKE FLAVOURS OF YOUTH!! might go watch it in theatres tbh the visuals would be iNSANE omg i haven’t watched weathering with u,,, hOW IS IT?? i got this btw!

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon #THE SONG PREVIEW DHWJHDKW

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cringesideblog · 3 years

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here’s my dnf playlist and a complete song by song track-list and why I put them on it.

heatwaves- on here for very obvious reasons. i don’t think I need to explain. but here are some lyrics anyway. “Sometimes all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June.”

Jenny- again this is kinda obvious. “I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead, I don’t know how to say this, cuz you’re really my dearest friend.”

TALK ME DOWN- this one just has the best friends pining for eachother vibe. “I wanna sleep next to you, and that’s all I wanna do right now.”

Dark paradise- kinda has dream smp vibes. but also you could argue heatwaves vibes. “Everytime I close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise.” “There’s no relief, I see you in my sleep.” “There’s no release, I feel you in my dreams.”

Sweater weather- yeah you know why. you absolutely know why. “All I am is a man, I want the world in my hands. I hate the beach but I stand, in California with my toes in the sand.”

Drop the Guillotine- idk man just vibey. give it a listen you’ll get it. it’ll click. “You sure know how to drop that guillotine on me, though you would never wanna see me bleed.”

Can I call you tonight?- thats on their only for of communication being through the phone huh. (major heatwaves vibe) “powers out and I can’t turn the fan on, so can I call you tonight? trying make up my mind, just how I feel.”-“I hear your voice on the phone, now I’m no longer alone.”

Lemon boy- oh my god this song. geogre do be seeing dream as his lemon boy. “I helped him plant his seeds and we’d mow the lawn in bad weather.”

Yellow- DREAM IS LITERALLY GEORGES YELLOW SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. “Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.” “For you I’d bleed myself dry.”

Like you do- first of all I love this song, second, this has dream being a little too attached vibes. The whole song is just them. “Lost in the blue, they don’t love me like you do, those chills that I knew they were nothing without you, and everyone else they don’t matter now. You’re the one I can’t lose, no one loves me like you do.” “Since I met you, all the gloomy days just seem to shine a little more brightly.”

I saw you in a dream- mega heatwaves vibe. “When I’m awake I can’t switch off,” “I saw you in a dream, you came to me. You were the sweetest apparition, such a pretty vision.”

Maybe you’re the reason- did someone say pining best friend who doesn’t know that they’re in love ? this song. this song right here. “I keep looking for something, even though I know that it’s not there. Maybe you’re the reason. And anytime I try to figure it out, you’re the only thing I can think about.”

The king- DREAM SMP VIBE. “You like me, well obviously, so why you tryna leave when you know that I’m the king?” “Other lovers give you no luck, cuz I’m the only one who’s made you fall in love.” “Playing with your heart cuz you gave me the throne.”

Sweet- an adorable song truly that actually fits them so well. “Watching the, video that you sent me- you know that I’m obsessed with your body, but it’s the way you smile that does it for me.” “It’s so sweet, knowing that you love me.”

Apocalypse- um okay here me out, apocalypse au?? yeah i know it’s cute as shit you’re welcome. “Your lips my lips, apocalypse.” “When you’re all alone, I will reach for you, when you’re feeling low, I will be there too.”

Fear of the Water- don’t come for me this ones kinda sad, beautiful song though. “If this was meant for me why does it hurt so much, and if you’re not made for me why did we fall in love?”

Dreaming of you- two words, heat. waves. but also yeah good song for them in general. “Want you all the time, and now I’m dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of you.”

Wires- uhhhhh dream smp vibe, dream villain arc n all . “If he said help me kill the president, id say he needs medicine.” “He said that I should take it in, listen to every word he’s speaking.”

Midnight love- it’s girl in love so, you already know how it issss. “I know I don’t want to, be the one that you run to, when you’ve got nowhere else to go, when you need some love.” “I always give in to give you it all.” “I can’t be your midnight love, when your silver is my gold.”

The beach- SUCH A HEATWAVES SONG JUST LISTEN. “I feel it burning me, I feel it burning you.” “I think I can see the beach, I know what’s underneath. I need you here with me,”

Cherry flavored- the neighborhood just.. they have a dnf vibe. “Cherry flavored conversations with you got me hanging on. Down to earth from all the waiting. Take me somewhere beyond.”

Pretty boy- geogre is a pretty boy. point blank period. “Even if my heart stops beating, you’re the only thing I need with me.” “Pretty boy, you did this with me boy.” “As long as I got you, I’m gonna be alright.”

Bad idea- girl in reddd... but like imagine them casually hooking up and not knowing their in love tho. also I feel like they would definitely think that their relationship is a “bad idea” bc they’re stupid. “It was a bad idea, to think I could stop, was such a bad idea, I can’t get enough.” “Darling your so pretty it hurts.”

Line without a hook- ICONIC!! dream definitely does not think that he deserves george. “You can hold my hand if no ones home.” “All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around” “Oh baby I am a wreck without you.” “She’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a boy. She’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook.”

Say you hate me- mega dream smp vibes as of recently. with the whole removing geogre as king. “I guess that your friends where right, from the start when they thought that I was a bad guy.” “Can you just say that you hate me? Or that you will never love me?” “Never meant to make you leave, never meant to make you cry.”

Cherry bomb- reminds me of how dream cheated on fundy with geogre. “I’m too close to crushing, and I’m too close for comfort I’m rushing.” “I ask how shes so mellow, she tells me her shades are in yellow.”

This side of paradise- I mean, like, kinda heatwaves vibes, but also just them. “Ask me why my hearts inside my throat. I’ve never been in love I’ve been alone.” “If you’re lonley come be lonley with me.”

Linger- geogre literally has that boy wrapped around his finger and I can’t not see it in this song. But when you look into it HELLA dream smp vibes, lyrics can be switched for either perspective here. “You know I’m such a fool for you, you got me wrapped around your finger.” “I thought the world of you, I thought nothing could go wrong, but I was wrong,”

august- i don’t know what is but this song is for them. it just is. “To live for the hope of it all. Cancel plans just in case you'd call” “So much for summer love, and saying “Us” Cause you weren't mine to lose”

I was an island- i just love the idea of them being hardasses and not thinking they need anyone until the other comes into their life and rocks their world. kinda dream smp vibes “I was a fighter, and I was so brave, but I lowered my sword when you held me and swore you’d stay.” “I was a wolf, dear, apart from the pac But you answered my cries in the dead of the night and told me that you had my back,”

Golden- k this one feeds into the “you’re literally the sun in my sky I’m not worthy” feel “I know you were way too bright for me I'm hopeless, broken” “I know that you're scared Because hearts get broken” “I can feel you take control Of who I am and all I've ever known Loving you's the antidote”

Strong- ummm okay but the “we’re better together” dynamic is them “I’m sorry if I say I need ya, but I don’t care I’m not scared of love.” “when I’m not with you I’m weaker is that so wrong? Is it so wrong, that you make me strong.”

Fly out west- the whole, I need to see you, you’re all I think about, stuff gets me. also heatwaves vibe. “Well tell me do you know? You’re all I dream about. Take it from me I’m too dumb to recognize your doubt.”

Cruel summer- them and summer, you dig? “I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you.” “I love you and that the worst thing you ever heard?”

Nothings gonna hurt you baby- I put this one on here because of how protective dream is over geogre “Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby, as long as your with me you’ll be just fine. Nothings gonna hurt you baby, nothings gonna take you from my side.”

Cardigan- young love, the kind of lover that makes you feel like you are the most important thing in the world to them “when you are young they assume you know nothing, but I knew you-“ “and when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.”

Cry baby- them being in that weird stage where they recognize that it might be more than just senseless flirting and they might have feelings but also being paranoid that they’re the only one with feelings uh- “I can taste it my hearts breaking, please don’t say it. That you know, when you know.” “I know I’ll fall in love with you baby, but that’s not what I wanna do baby.”

Speak now- literally the fundy dream wedding. i rest my case. “I hear the preacher say speak no or forever hold your peace.” “Dont say yes runaway now.”

I love you so- this song is cute on the surface but kinda sad once you look into it. it’s kinda about a codependent love that isn’t going well. “I gotta get away and let you go I gotta get over, but I love you so.” “You were cool and I’m a fool so please let me go.”

In conclusion I’d really appreciate if you could check it out :) <3

#haha playlist go brr #Please I beg of you go send it some love it genuinely think that all the songs fit them so well #also this might get updated as I listen to more music and discover new songs that fit them #but please #pleaseeee #go like it :)#that would be nice of u <333 #dreamnotfound #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #dnf #Spotify #heatwaves

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lunarflux · 3 years

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han jisung x reader / femme o/c

genre — fluff

cafe!au pt 2

suggested background music: x

9:59pm

Like clockwork, Jisung switched off the lights to The Rose Room. The quaint little cafe he owned with a friend seemed to have the most solemn atmosphere just before closing, and tonight was no exception. The red glow from the streetlights danced along the freshly polished floor like a night light. It was time to lock up and head home.

Jisung polished off the last of his coffee, forever regretting how much caffeine he continuously consumed just before he had to sleep. All the part-timers had gone home for the night, and the only company left in his coffee house was the sound of flickering lights and a symphony of car horns from down the road.

10:05pm

Jisung had his key in the door, but in his head, he was counting down.

Ten seconds.

With a deep breath, he heard the gears click together, and right on time, there she was.

Hyacinth & Holly - that was the name of the flower shop across the way. Jisung had his routine locked down that by the time the doors had shut, you were about to walk out.

Always carrying a fresh bouquet of blue hydrangeas, there you were. Locking up your own little kingdom of hues and aromas, you turned and gave him a small wave.

This was the routine that Jisung always looked forward to at the end of the day - seeing you even if for a moment. You both always walked in opposite directions, but that simple five seconds of eye contact were enough to make him forget his fatigue.

One day, he'll talk to you.

One day.

But this is not that day.

Jisung turned his heel, knowing you'd easily turn yours away from him. The walk back to his apartment was always quiet, but lately, it was even more solemn.

Hyunjin, your last-minute roommate had moved out last week to live with his girlfriend. It was just one less person he interacted with during the day, and it was only then that he realized, he didn't really talk to that many people.

In his head, he would imagine you walking through the doors of the Rose Room.

Strawberry latte? Iced rose tea? - He would guess your favorite drinks in the hopes that one day, you'd walk in, and he could surprise you.

Hyunjin used to tease him.

"Just go over there on your break. You're never gonna know her name unless you just talk to her."

Jisung scoffed at the thought of that conversation, remembering how it took over a month for Hyunjin to confess his own feelings. Then again, the flower shop opened up a few months ago, and still he hasn't spoken to you.

One day.

Jisung walked into the Rose Room at 2:00pm.

An unfamiliar vase with two massive sunflowers sat on the bar top.

"What's this?" He picked up one of the yellow stalks and prodded it with a small smile on his face.

Jeongin continued to work on his Americano. "The girl from the shop across the street dropped it off this morning. She said someone canceled their order, and she'd already clipped the stems so it'd be a waste not to put them out."

Jisung felt the lump in his throat expand. She had been in here.

"I was gonna bring her a drink to say thanks, but I didn't ask what she liked." Jeongin slipped off his apron. "I figured an Americano would be okay -"

"I'll do it." Jisung interrupted. "But give that to the next customer, I'll make something."

Carrying a small plastic lunch bag, Jisung steadied himself. The strawberries in the sandwich he made had to stay pristine. Paired with the rose tea, he made his way over to the storefront, ready to be either rejected or welcomed.

"Hello!" A part-timer greeted, the name 'Yeji' scribbled on her name tag. "Can I help you?"

"Um -" The familiar lump in his throat was back. "Th-The girl who brought the sunflowers. Is she here?"

Yeji tilted her head, looking over to the sunflowers behind Jisung, not realizing the amount had been altered. "That might have been my boss? But she isn't here."

"Oh." Jisung was almost relieved.

"Is that for her?" Yeji motioned towards the lunch bag.

"No - I mean, yes, but -"

"She'll be back later. She only came in to help prepare an order, but she closes usually." Yeji said with a smile. "Do you want me to leave that in the back -"

"No!" Jisung nearly screamed. "I mean, no, no, I'll come back. If... that's okay?"

The surprised girl nodded quietly.

9:48pm

The strawberries in the sandwich got soggy and the rose tea watered down. Jisung slumped his head over the counter, still cringing from today's interaction with the girl who very well knows his crush and could easily ruin his chances.

Why am I so awkward?

Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward, peering out into the street. He didn't know if you were there. He didn't even know if he could muster up the same courage to go back.

Jisung reached for the door, tempted to just run over if only to catch you before you closed up, but before he could, you emerged.

Holding his breath, he watched as you walked outside - but not alone.

You were with someone. A guy. He patted your head, and you smiled back.

Jisung's grip on the door handle pushed the blood from his knuckles. It was too good to be true. He waited too long.

And just like that, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. He didn't even know you, yet he already felt that familiar pang of sadness and disappointment. It wasn't as if he was craving a relationship, and perhaps, he had built you up too much in his head. He didn't know your name or your favorite color. He didn't know the music you liked to listen to on your way to work or the sound of your laugh. He really didn't know anything, and seeing this solidified that thought.

You were a stranger after all.

Hyunjin and his girlfriend, the day manager left together today, but not before trying to talk Jisung out of his mood.

"You know that might not be her boyfriend," she shook her head. "Don't jump to conclusions."

"What other guy would meet up with her that late at night?" Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "If you were the closing manager, you know I'd show up to walk you home."

Jisung cringed, seeing the couple exchange loving glances.

"We're just saying not to give up. You can't wait forever."

They weren't wrong. It seemed better to try now and get rejected than to wait and wonder.

9:59pm

It seemed automatic now. The counting. Only now, he didn't really know what he was counting down to.

Jisung heaved a heavy sigh as he inserted his key.

"Are you closed?"

Wait.

Jisung nearly stumbled down from the small ledge of the door.

There you were. Apron and purse in one hand a fresh bouquet of blue hydrangeas in the other.

"Yeah, we closed -" He cleared his throat. "We closed - I mean, we close at 9:30."

"Oh." You almost looked upset. "I'm sorry, I'm just so used to seeing you leave after ten, so I wasn't sure. I always wake up too late to come here before my shift, and you guys are always so busy.

Jisung put his key back in the lock without thinking. Opening the door, he held his breath.

"I can make you something."

You swung your legs under the seat. Jisung quietly steeped the same kind of rose tea he wanted to give to you before. Glancing over, he could see one of the last strawberry sandwiches of the day as if it had been waiting for him to reenter.

"Do you always work late?"

He heard your small voice over the counter. Walking up, you joined him so that the only thing between you was marble. Jisung nodded, setting the glass of tea and sandwich in front of you.

"Yeji told me you stopped by yesterday. I'm sorry, I missed you."

"It's fine." He could feel the cold sweat on the back of his neck. "I would have brought it later, but your boyfriend was there."

"Ex."

"Ex?"

"Ex." You smiled, quietly sipping your tea with a blissful sigh he'd never seen before. "Dropping off my spare work key. I'd forgotten it when I moved out last month."

Ex. Her ex boyfriend. Of course.

"Why did you break up?"

Picking at the edges of the sandwich, you shrugged. "You know how it is. Working adults not working the same schedule. I like working the night shifts. I like closing the store. And he hated how many hydrangeas I brought home. Said it made the apartment smell too much."

"I think they're pretty. The blue ones."

As if you'd forgotten the color already, you giggled. "They're my favorite."

"Mine, too." Jisung could feel the air lessen.

"I can bring you some tomorrow if you'd like."

"That'd be nice." He smiled, genuinely for the first time in what seemed like a long time. "If you want, I could -" He caught himself.

You nodded towards him, midway through your sandwich.

Punching his leg, Jisung quietly scolded himself. "If you want... I could walk you to work. I'd like to see you - the flowers, I mean, and everything tomorrow. Y'know. Before it gets dark."

"You'd wake up early for flowers?"

"W-Well, yes, and I need to wake up earlier anyway - I drink too much caffeine at work, and I need to stop sleeping so late, and -"

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'd like that," you beamed.

Jisung almost choked. "I'm sorry, it's just. Well. I don't even know your name."

"y/n." You poked his cheek. "All you had to do was ask."

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appleflavoredkitkats · 3 years

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Do you have any more info on the fiance situation in Las Nevadas au? :-D or just anything in that au in general (only if you want tho sbajjdkfL) since its vv cool <3 /p

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i've talked about the fiances before but i'm down to expound on it a little further :DDD this is kinda half assed but still long so MSJDJD

tw: self-destructive behavior, memory loss, breakups (not too horrible i promise)

/dsmp /rp

quackity is definitely immensely hurt by his loved ones leaving him. it ruins him. he feels like his heart is left to bleed out every single day he sees that no one from the south is coming over. he has a telescope atop his hotel, the tallest building, which he uses to look closely at the south (where kinoko kingdom lies). on his free days, or sometimes in the afternoon when he doesn't attend the events, he sits on the roof and looks out at a distance.

i think the longest he's been out on the roof was when karl messaged their chat through the communicator. it was a simple “where am i”, and quackity was quick to respond. he instructs karl to go to las nevadas, assuming he was lost, so he basically cancelled every gig he had to observe his surroundings.

(turns out, he never came. quackity sat on that roof for 15 hours before he was pulled away by fundy.)

but their abandonment was never intentional. quackity knows there has to be something more to it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

he at least also got word from sapnap. after much encouragement from schlatt, quackity finally was brave enough to send him a message. first, he sent a simple “sapnap? where have you been”, then a more desperate “what happened to us?”.

sapnap replies almost immediately that it threw quackity off, “been around, adventuring, getting away from things.” then the second one took a bit longer, “not gonna lie, i thought our engagement was off ever since we kinda. stopped talking to one another. you kind of left us, didn't you?”

and quackity is hurt. he's baffled, he's irritated, but he's fucking livid. schlatt has told him multiple times that he needs to control his anger a little bit better, but in times like this, no matter how petty it may be, he wanted to fucking wreck his room. and so he did— first he threw his communicator against the wall. it was still salvageable, so quackity decided to grab his glowstone lamp and toss it against the communicator. he flips his dresser, throwing it against his bed, and it bounces off and destroys his cabinet. when he looks at his right, he sees a window, and he raises his fist to punch—

and someone is grabbing back. “q, quackity, alex, please,” schlatt pleads. when did schlatt get to his room? “come on, self-destruction is my kind of thing,” schlatt adds, and it summons a smile from quackity's lips before a sob tears out. and it doesn't stop. quackity cries— and he doesn't cry often, especially in front of his coworkers or family or whatever they are. he hates it, he hates emotions— he tried to fucking suppress it all in las nevadas because all of this, all of these casinos and hotels and bars are meant to be his coping mechanism, his distraction. the tears always finds a way to seep through, though.

eventually, they do crumble to the ground, and they sit like that for a while. quackity crying against schlatt's blazer as schlatt merely rubs comforting circles on his back. eventually, fundy does come in with some snacks and a deck of cards, and it was enough for quackity to at least feel better for the rest of the day.

on another day, where quackity was supposed to have fun partying around and doing the same old shit he does every other day, a mysterious green, whorled portal appears in the middle of his casino. most of the staff and the customers stand back, but from the portal, a white-clad brunette falls from it. he doesn't look all to phased by his fall, but when he stands, he realizes the predicament he's in and immediately stiffens awkwardly.

quackity knows him. that's karl— the karl who somehow disappeared from the server for so long that quackity forgot he even fucking existed. what happened to him? why is he all white? why have his eyes become spirals? what's going on?

“hi,” karl greets casually, but his eyebrows are furrowed awkwardly, “uhm, where am i?”

“karl?” quackity says immediately. he stands in uncertainty before fundy nudges at him to go closer whispering “talk to karl, i'll be in charge of the event.” fundy claps twice and immediately announces that their slot machines will double in payout for the next hour, and the crowd immediately goes wild. karl seems a bit lost by the noise, but quackity quickly grabs him away from the crowds and out to the streets.

“gee, those people were. eager to waste their money. gosh darn rich people,” karl says, and quackity laughs, but his smile immediately drops when karl adds,” nevermind them, i guess, but uh, who are you, exactly?"

and quackity's heart churns. he's heard of a few memory loss cases in their server—it's quite scary to hear how common it's become to just lose yourself entirely—but he didn't think it'd apply to karl. he doesn't even know where karl has BEEN all this time. what happened? why does karl not remember? does sapnap know about this?

quackity decides to not reveal much immediately, so he puts on his typical charming façade and replies, “i'm quackity, or alex, any will do. i'm the owner of this place— las nevadas. it's a place for gambling, drinking, and well, fun! do you, uh, do you remember me?"

quackity sees karl visibly shift awkwardly, and it does summon a sigh out of quackity. “guess you don't, huh?” he says sardonically.

“time travelling kinda... ruins you, sometimes,” karl replies

time travelling...? is... is that what made karl leave? not make karl remember? when in the ever living hell did karl, the nicest, sweetest man he knows, ever been allowed to time travel?

“oh,” he just says instead, “well, uh, i was a close friend of yours."

"oh?" karl replies, “kinda like uhm, uh, do you know sapnap? or george."

damn. quackity's façade immediately melts— how does he know about them and not HIM? why did karl remember them and not quackity? why was he forgotten? quackity immediately hisses, turns away and responds, “i'm giving you a free hotel room for the night and i'm calling sap to pick you up. just walk seventy blocks to your right and talk to manifold, or something, christ you fucking irritate me.” he knows karl probably won't understand, and he knows he's breaking this already broken relationship even more, but he can't... he can't look at them the same way anymore.

karl does get to a hotel room, and quackity does visit him just to make sure everything is alright. thankfully, fundy did repair his communicator after his last tantrum, and he uses it to tell sapnap to pick karl up from las nevadas. sapnap doesn't ask where it is— he simply tells him “ok” and goes offline.

when sapnap arrives, he doesn't look as miffed as quackity expected him to be. he looks... well, definitely more composed than him and karl, but he still looked a bit tired. he has some new scars, but quackity guesses sapnap probably wasn't lying when he said he was out adventuring. before quackity could greet sap, sapnap enters the room abruptly and karl practically throws himself at sapnap.

and jealousy is a fickle thing, isn't it? quackity's heart is still torn, it's still bleeding, and it continues to do so the longer he stares at the sight of the other two. he withholds a scowl, mostly because he knows he might go on another temper tantrum if he doesn't, and he also knows he can't... he can't get mad at them. he's waited forever for this moment.

“wow,” quackity murmurs, and sap turns to him, “things really have changed."

sapnap sighs, “we built you a house in kinoko, but you never came."

"and i made las nevadas entirely for you as well." quackity responds, “i guess it's just... unfortunate timing, and all." it's silent for a few moments until, “i'm sorry”.

sapnap's look softens, “i'm— i'm sorry too.”

there's so much more words to say, things to clarify, stories to catch up on, but quackity wonders how worth it it is to cling onto his past. karl and sap's visit is quite... underwhelming, to say the least. but maybe it isn't underwhelming at all— maybe he just found a new purpose outside of them, and he's just... moved on. it hurt, obviously, but when he looks out of karl's hotel room window, he sees las nevadas. he sees the casinos he's designed for schlatt and fundy, and the bars he's designed for jack and sam, and the stages he's designed for charlie— it's just... different now. he loves karl and sapnap still, of course, but he's also been hurt by them, and he's grown into a different person from that hurt. he thinks sapnap has grown the same way as well.

but still, “you know you're invited to las nevadas if you ever want to visit again,” quackity offers with a melancholic smile.

sapnap sighs, but he mimics quackity's smile and nods, “i'll consider it.” sapnap pauses for a bit, then, “thank you for everything, quackity— i really do mean it. i hope... i hope you enjoy the life you've made for yourself here, kinda looks cool,” sapnap says, and his words were very soft and genuine— something quackity needed to end this chapter of his life with them.

“thank you too, i hope you guys do well too. take care,” quackity says, and sapnap and karl take their leave with simple goodbyes.

it isn't exactly forgiveness or getting back together but it's... closure. quackity's journey up to this point isn't exactly all smiles and rainbows, but he's happy where he is now. he just hopes sapnap, karl, and george are feeling the same as well.

#mcyt #dream smp #quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #jschlatt #fundy #famberg las nevadas au #long post

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unmanageable-day · 4 years

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06. Between a friend and another friend

When you are friends for so long, and it has never come across your mind to date one of them. Until one particular guy friend of yours came to offer you a relationship, a new chapter of life like no other before.

Childhood friends!AU; somewhat friends to lovers!AU (but not really lovers?)

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— the next day, 10.27 PM

You heard a knock on your door. You found it weird since usually your mother would barge in without knocking and your father would prefer to yell his lungs out calling your name. "What is it, Mo—"

It turned out it was neither your mother or father. Doyoung's presence simply surprised you. It was past 10 PM and that was when you know your father had his full trust in this guy. "How did you get here? Did you break in?" you still asked in sarcasm.

"Your father gave me access card for your house."

"What?" You squinted in disbelief. You started to think that your father might be too fond of this man.

Doyoung grinned as he entered your room. "No, I'm kidding. He opened the door and he told me to go straight to your room."

You sat on the floor, leaning your back against your bed and crossing your legs. Doyoung followed and claimed his spot beside you. "Did something happen?" he asked, noticing your fidgeting and your lost expression.

"You haven't told Taeyong, have you?" you asked back calmly, without any means to accuse him or something. "I feel terrible. I think I'm really gonna lose him now."

He silently glanced at you lowering your head. "I'm sorry."

You shook your head. "It's nobody's fault."

A rare moment of silence between you and Doyoung was happening. The only sound lingering in your room was his music player he put on earlier. Both of you were staring at nothing. Your thoughts were jumping on one to another in uncertainties. Sometimes you were deep thinking about the future with Doyoung, then the thoughts of Taeyong would creep up and make you feel guilty. But again, being with Doyoung seems to be a win-win solution for you, for him, and for both of your parents. You and Doyoung didn't do this for yourself as you were fully conscious when calling this decision. You always had this positive thought that Doyoung is better than some random dudes out there.

Suddenly your door was knocked and your mom's head popped up. "Doyoung sweetie, are you staying for the night? Would you like an extra bed?" she asked lovingly, which almost made your jaw dropped. You never knew that your parents could be so casual about you sharing a bedroom with a guy. Well, at least it was not a random guy.

"Mom," you called her out in embarrassment.

"You're getting married anyway. I think living together prior to the big day would be a good idea." She even winked to Doyoung.

"Mom!" you shrieked in quiet.

Doyoung chuckled lightly. "I would love to stay but I don't think this princess is ready for that." He got up and bid good bye to your parents. Your mother was being nosy telling you to escort him until the parking lot. So you did. Doyoung became all smiley because of that.

"Be careful on your way. Drive safely," you said to him, thinking he would go home directly.

He grinned wide. He didn't hop in immediately to his car as he was taking his time staying with you. "Come visit my parents when you have time."

You nodded.

"How about next Saturday?"

You nodded again.

He looked at you a bit longer, somewhat observing the odd silence behavior. "Jooyeon, are you sure about this?"

You chuckled blankly. "I don't know."

"Do you want to call it off?"

You shrugged. "I don't know."

"I know Taeyong is important for you. It's okay if you don't want to continue this thing.. whatever our relationship is now."

"Even if we cancel this, it's not like Taeyong and I can go back to the old days." You drew a smile. But he knew that was a desperate smile, knowing that there was nothing you could do to make up with Taeyong. That guy really can't accept the fact of you being with his best friend.

"I know this may sound ridiculous, since we don't have that kind of romantic relationship. But I want you to know that when it comes to marriage and having a partner for a life-time, I want it to be my first and last," Doyoung stated. "So, Jooyeon, if you're firm about us, I will really proceed everything quickly. So there is no turning back." He paused, waiting for your response. "But if you're not..."

"Right." You cut him off. "At least I still have you. You promised we'll still be friends, right?"

"You have my word." Then he reached your hands, gripping them tightly. "Whatever we are later, I will be by your side as your bestest friend, so you can be sure that we're walking in the same pace. When needed, I will walk in front of you, lead you, and protect you. Like an older brother. Maybe sometimes I will also walk behind you, and support you. Like a father."

You gasped as you covered your nose and mouth. "That's my dad's words."

He smiled, signing a yes. He received a long lecture from your dad when he met him officially to express his intention, which you never knew. He never told you that. Now he only wished that he could be walking with you in the same pace to the same direction. "Now do I get an answer?"

You tilted your head, chuckling. "Are you aware of yourself that you never take no as an answer?"

"So that's a yes, am I right?"

"How about no?"

"Then I will try again tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the next day after the day after tomorrow."

"Let's see you trying again then?"

Both of you giggled. Finally you showed that sincere smile. Doyoung sighed in relief. He opened his arms and he said, "Come here."

Without thinking much, you really went to his embrace. The hug felt different compared to when he was just one of your regular friends. It felt warmer and a lot more comforting now. The fact your father trusted him with all his might made you look at him differently now.

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct au #nct blurbs #nct drabbles #nct angst #nct doyoung #doyoung imagines #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop angst #post by yourblinkies

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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THE DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part I/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back.

Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: unclassified (biker gang au)

Tags:

The mysterious disappearance of Natasha Romanoff: @shirukitsune

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: language

A/N: consider this a sneak peek of a series I'm planning on writing when I finish one of the ongoing ones. The title is long af so I might change it. Also, sorry for the typos but y'all probably know that I'm a mess

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BUCKY'S P. O. V.

A sigh escaped my lips as my leg furiously bounced against the pavement of the parking lot "she ain't gonna help"

"we gotta give it a try" Steve whispered, ogling at the tall skyscraper's entrance, which was illuminated with fancy lanterns that matched the aesthetic of the building itself. "you never know. Plus-"

"I shouldn't have come." I mumbled with a light distress showing up in my voice "the moment she sees me she'll turn around and leave"

"she won't" my bestfriend answered, determined.

"Steve-"

"If we tell her it's not for you-"

"Still-"

The sound of the not so far building's gate opening, was enough to cut me midsentence. And... there she went.

"can't you just cancel it? Tomorrow I-- no Wanda- gosh, he's tiring. Just tell him... yeah" she made her way to her car, unaware of our presence besides it yet, probably due to the poor lighting.

So much money, and yet the wealthy company couldn't improve the goddamn streetlights of its own parking lot.

"Friday? Geez no-- No. Period. Just-" her walking slowed down the moment she saw us. "you know what? Friday it's okay. Goodnight Wan." even before hanging up, she was already glaring at me. "James."

"Y/n" I replied, just because I didn't know what else I could say.

She inhaled before speaking again. "you got some balls." her eyes flashed briefly to Steve. "what the fuck are you two doing here?"

"we need help" I stated, quieter that I would have liked.

She huffed " 'course you do." relocating her bag. "look for help somewhere else." her eyes digged into mines, throwing daggers at me.

And, God, did it hurt. "told you" I grunted in low voice to Steve, already turning around to leave. "She's not helping."

I felt a grip on my arm, stopping me from stalking away. "Y/n, this is not about him"

"I don't give a single fuck." she hissed, walking to her car to open it. "you promised to stay away from me, and you're not doing a good job"

"it's Natasha" Steve blurted out before she could get in the vehicle.

Y/n froze at the mention of her.

"what 'bout her?" she tried to sound careless and cool, but I noticed the switch in her body language.

"she... Disappeared" the blond man spoke, putting emphasis on the last word.

Y/n frowned, her eyes going from me, to Steve, and back to me. "Go to the police"

"you know we can't" this time it was my turn to answer. "You're the only one who can help us, you know that. If you weren't, I wouldn't be here." I stated solemnly. "I keep my promises, you know that."

There was a moment of silence, in which she glared at me with hate in her eyes that masked the pain, I knew, was there. "actually, no, James. I can't recall a single time when you kept your promise, so I don't." and I knew she meant every word. "you got plenty of friends, go look for their help and leave me the fuck alone."

SHUT!

We stood there while she drove away, and I would have been lying if I said I was shocked she left.

I spared a glance at Steve, who was running his fingers through his hair, visibly distressed. "what te fuck do we do now?"

It was only after Steve spoke, that it dawned on me we had no other option to have a chance of getting Natasha back.

"we gotta look for someone else"

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Old folders displayed everywhere, empty boxes of Chinese food that Sam bought covered the coffee table, and we all needed a shower.

"we should call Tony" Clint spoke distractedly.

"No we shouldn't" Steve rushed to reply while he tidied up some of the papers. "he's retired"

"Natasha dissappeared, Stevie" Clint's reminder didn't exactly help the moral of the group.

Steve sighed, pinching his nose before shaking his head. "Pepper would kill me." after looking at us for a second, he kept speaking in a hesitant tone "I'll call him if plan A fails"

"plan A?" I questioned, raising and eyebrow. "Plan A failed when Natasha dissappeared" I stated.

"well, then when plan B-"

"Y/n was plan B" Sam yawned, slowly sitting up in the tiny couch where he had fallen asleep "which would have worked if you had listened to Bucky" Sam yawned again, right before stirring "taking him with you, when we needed Y/n, was like- the stupidest idea you had in a while."

Steve took a deep breath before letting out a comeback that would probably cause a fight. "who else we got?"

"No one." Clint almost growled more than spoke.

Out of everyone, he was the most affected by far. Natasha and Clint had grown up together, and the fact that we barely could trust our close friends to get her back was exhausting as well as frustrating.

"think I'm just gonna take a shower" Barton informed us in a mumble before leaving his seat to walk out of the room.

"there's someone" Rhodey's voice made all of us redirect our eyes to the door connecting my kitchen to my living room. "Danvers"

Sam shook his head no "We have no way of contacting her"

Rhodey sighed, exhausted, throwing himself in the chair Clint had just left. "I can contact Rambeau. She'll know where Danvers is"

"She ain't gonna help" It was my turn to contribute with some bad news, not that new, of which none of them were aware. "she knows 'bout what happened with Y/n."

Silence was the answer I got.

Rhodes scoffed "Good to know, James." I kept my eyes trained in my hands, not wanting to face anyone in the room. "Really good to know about this tiny detail after- what? A year?"

Another scoff and more silence.

"let me go through it again" Sam rubbed his temples with closed eyes. "Nat dissappeared, we probably have a mole, and the two people we could use help for" I felt his eyes on me "they won't help." no one spoke. "we're fucked."

We all drowned in our thoughts for a while.

Clint, at some point, had come back. Someone told him we had run out of options, which made him leave. He didn't come back, and I figured he probably fell asleep in my room.

Sun was rising, and, in need of a break, I got up. I really could use some air.

In no time I was standing on my ramshackle balcony, leaned over the railing with both my forearms supporting me.

Sam, who had probably came after me, exited and, after installing himself besides me, he spoke "it's not your fault"

"cut the bullshit"

"okay, it is"

"No shit Sherlock"

He sighed "but not entirely, so don't beat--"

"If she dies" I whispered, my gaze lost on the horizon "it's on me. Like- it's actually on me"

"she's not gonna die" Sam dismissed me quicker than he would have liked. "She's smart, and she's only been missing for around a day and a half "

"Listen, no one said it out loud but we gotta consider it." I blurted out, turning around to face my friend. "if they took her, they'll interrogate her. Do you really think she'll give in?"

"I didn't say that"

"then you know she can end up in a ditch"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "don't say any of this shit in front of Clint"

"I'm not stupid"

He let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking his head. "yeah, of course you're not." Sam tilted his head slightly towards me without looking. "remind me again why Y/n ditched you."

"Fuck off Wilson." my voice was low, full of anger and frustration and sadness; bottled up emotions that I carried with me since Y/n left.

Bottled up emotions that came to torture me for what I did whenever I heard her name.

We saw a car.

Sam was the first one to point it out.

Not the fact that a car was driving towards a single property in the middle nowhere, hidden with the help of the trees in the woods.

No, Sam was pointing out what car it was.

"it's... Her car?" He sounded incredulous, hesitant, and even suspicious, but I couldn't blame him.

"it is." I confirmed.

And, even though I was sure it was her car, I couldn't believe it until, after parking in front of the house, she climbed off.

She made her way to the porch's stairs. "I'll... Go and tell the others." Sam informed me. "Open the door"

I sighed and slowly made my way downstairs and to the front door just in time to hear the knocks.

I grabbed the knob, but before spinning it, I froze.

I froze because I shouldn't be me opening the door, it shouldn't be me the first person she sees, the first person she made contact with. I shouldn't be me welcoming her, even if it was my home, because I didn't deserve-

"Open the fucking door, James."

And I did, though the movement was way too eager for my liking.

But it was too eager because it was Y/n requesting me to do it, as if she wanted to see me.

I had complied and now we were standing in front of one another. My first thought was to step aside, since I thought she would try to walk past me as soon as possible, but she didn't.

She stood there, looking at me.

"Thought you said no" even though it was quiet, almost a mumble, it was definitely not a great sentence to begin a conversation in such a delicate situation.

Surprisingly, her voice sounded way warmer than I was expecting when she replied to my unfortunate comment. "I made up my mind" thankfully, she kept talking, because I had no idea what to answer. "Nat's my friend too. I'll help."

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jcmorrigan · 7 years

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Okay I'm referring to your vids, in an ALTERNATE universe, if Sandman and Electro met before their transformations, how would they have met and what would have Max (NOT Electro) and Flint's (NOT Sandman) relationship been like?

Well, I’m having a hard time of thinking of them as super close during that time, since a lot of their relationship is predicated on them meeting in the Six. (The vid I made to “Touch” was based completely on what-if and I hadn’t worked out the details of the AU in full.) But I gave this a little thought, and here’s something I kind of like for them:

Max is working at Connors’ lab late after everyone has gone home. Hammerhead, in the meantime, has given Flint and Alex a job stealing valuable equipment out of the lab, so they break in while no one is there but Max. Max has no idea what to do; these guys are way bigger and stronger than him. So he freezes.

It actually takes Flint a moment to notice there’s someone in the building at all (Alex is oblivious until Flint starts talking to him). “Hey, chill out,” Flint says. “We’re not gonna hurt you. We just want the stuff.”

Max is still in shock, pressed up against the wall and shaking.

“Do we just leave him there?” Alex asks.

“Yeah,” Flint says. “He’s not gonna bother us.” He doesn’t want Max’s innocent blood on his hands. Like he said, he’s just there for the stuff. And he feels a bit bad for Max, looking at how scared he is. He and Alex steal what they came for and leave.

Max explains in the morning that he didn’t know what to do to stop the robbers, and Connors assures him he was in a tricky situation and won’t be judged for what he did or didn’t do. Max finds he keeps thinking about the one who told him to “chill out” because he wasn’t going to hurt him and how he never even made a move to get Max out of the way.

Fast forward to a few weeks later. Max is working late again, and ends up walking home alone at night. He takes a back street shortcut that he doesn’t normally use because he’s just tired and wants to get home.

A mugger waits for him in the back street, accosting Max and pulling a knife on him, demanding his wallet. Max hands it over, asking to please be left alone. The mugger says “I don’t think so” and presses the knife closer to Max’s neck, wanting to see the look of fear on his face before he makes the fatal cut.

The mugger is promptly seized from behind, dragged away from Max, punched out, and thrown against the wall until he’s unconscious.

Max needs a moment to process what happened. Someone has just saved him, and it takes him a moment to recognize the guy who just knocked the mugger out. It’s Flint, who had been on his way to another crime of his own and enraged at seeing Max in danger.

“Now, don’t go tellin’ anybody I did that,” Flint says. “Hey, wait a sec…you’re that guy from the Connors lab!”

“You saved me,” Max says breathlessly. “Thank you.”

“Hey, no problem,” Flint replies. He holds up the wallet he’s swiped off the mugger. “Still takin’ your wallet, though.”

“That’s fine,” Max says, just glad he’s not going to die that night.

“You stay outta trouble,” Flint tells him. “You’ve been doing a pretty bad job of that so far, gotta tell ya.”

“I’ll work on it,” Max says with a nod.

They part ways, and Max makes it home unharmed.

Max later learns Flint’s name through reports of his escapades on the news. And every time he sees a report that Flint Marko committed a robbery, all he can think, as much as he knows he shouldn’t, is that Flint really isn’t all THAT bad, and there’s a part of him that hopes they can meet again, that he can get to know more about this mysterious man who steals everything not bolted down but wouldn’t stand for letting Max’s throat get slit.

And Flint finds himself thinking about the guy who he’s now run into twice on separate coincidental occasions, and what exactly drives him to be out so late when villains run wild anyway.

Max’s wallet just might turn up on his doorstep with a single debit card left in it. One that Max has already canceled, but he appreciates the gesture anyway.

#spectacular spider-man #electro #sandman #max dillon #flint marko #electrosand

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could u do all the numbers for with plans with you and because we are fools if it's not too much trouble? i'm curious :)

Party!

Because We Are Fools

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?When I first started hanging out in the fandom I had lots of theories about potential relationship structures DnP might be in that were way more complicated than “they’re together and closeted”. This was one of those theories.

2: What scene did you first put down?Dan creating the wedding invite.3: What's your favorite line of narration?Literally any moment where Dan’s like “this is fine. this is fine. i’ll just pretend i’m not in love with him!”. Because girl, what?

4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?There’s like...not a lot of dialogue in this fic? Proportionately? But for someone that doesn’t do humour that well, I think this is pretty funny. C

Dan drags a hand through his hair. “Ok. Um. Shit, do I care that they know?”

He glances at Phil, who’s nonplussed enough to go back to whatever he was doing on his computer. “Phil! Do we care?”

“Care about what?” Phil asks, looking up and pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his knows. Dan just wants to crawl back into bed with him, honestly. “Oh no, stress quiff.”

“That they know,” Dan says, gesturing to the phone with his other hand. “Fuck the stress quiff.”

“That we have sex?” Phil shrugs. “I thought they all already knew. Also, you remember that time you accidentally got jizz everywhere and we fell asleep and my hair was all weird in the morning? I don’t think I should fuck the stress quiff, Dan.”

“Wow, so they probably also hear that,” Dan says, distressed. “They know we’re fucking and that you’re a fucking oddball.”

“We knew that already,” Louise’s tinny voice says from the phone. “Not the sex thing. The other thing.”

Dan takes a deep breath and focuses on the phone. “Louise. You’re allowed to talk about the sex thing but just with the people you’re with right now. I don’t want this all over youtube. And don’t talk about the other thing at all.”

“The jizz in the hair thing?” Louise asks.

Dan closes his eyes. “Well, it’s too late if I was talking about that. No. The,” he lowers his voice. “the love thing.”

5: What part was hardest to write?Keeping them from just talking about their feelings and getting together, or not, too soon. Because its not a miscommunication fic. Its a fic about people keeping things from each other out of fear, and out of obtuseness, when it would be so much easier (but a much shorter story) to just let them talk and decide if they’re going to date or not. I had to lean super hard on Dan being like, ok but what if he’s not in love with me, despite it being really, really obvious that Phil was. I still think that part is one of the weakest parts of the fic.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?It’s the longest thing I’ve written and posted and will be until my PBB. 7: Where did the title come from?From Denitia and Sene’s song Because We Are Fools. That alternate title is also from that song “Why Do We Fall in Love”As for the chapter titles: ch 1 - Frank Ocean - Ivy, ch 2 - Trampled by Turtles - Midnight on the Interstate, ch 3 - The Front Bottoms - Peach, ch 4 - Iron&Wine/The Talking Heads - This Must be the Place, ch 5 - ...i actually have no idea.8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?Well I mean. DnP and the other youtubers and TATINOF.9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?Not really. There were versions where they got together sooner. 10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?I hadn’t yet pledged my allegiance to kickthefire.11: What do you like best about this fic?I have a lot of affection for Fools! It’s the second fic I posted ever and ended up being 20k, like bitch what kind of confidence? I think its an interesting story to read from my perspective because there’s a lot of things I did in this fic that I’d never do again, and some stuff that pops up pretty often.12: What do you like least about this fic?Ok, so I actually don’t think Fools is that good of a fic? I don’t think the characterization holds up all that well (admittedly I feel like DnP have been very open with us in 2017 and I was like, brand new to fandom when I wrote this) and ultimately I think the way I dealt with the “will they, won’t they” is actually a pretty weak narrative. Like there wasn’t enough conflict to warrant the word count.

Also its unbeta’d which means that whenever I try to reread it, I always end up wanting to go in and fix all the errors.13:What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Yeah! I almost always have little playlists for my fics that I sometimes share.Denitia and Sene - because we are fools.Iron & Wine - This Must Be the PlaceDua Lipa - Thinking 'Bout YouChildish Gambino - Terrified The Front Bottoms - PeachChairlift - Get RealShura - What's It Gonna Be

14:Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?15:What did you learn from writing this fic?

With Plans, With You

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?I was going through a big big queer punk phase at the time and I find fandom’s depiction of punks to be interesting but not really accurate to my interactions with folks who identify as punk/experience identifying as a punk(....?). A lot of it was also that I was into a queer punk band that was just about to break it big on the mainstream so I was thinking a lot about what it means to be a “sell out”. They ended up not doing so, but that was a big influence.

2: What scene did you first put down?The image of Dan and Alex talking about being sellouts while Alex gets a tattoo. I don’t tend to write stories very out of order.

3: What's your favorite line of narration?I think Dan being really aggressively protective of his identity. I know that I’m constantly on high alert for misgendering and people being even a little weird about trans and gender nonconforming people and, when it happens, immediately being like nope, you’re cancelled, we hate you now. So that felt super true to life (except the part where Phil immediately picks up on it and apologizes. That’s generally not how that part goes, unfortunately).4:What's your favorite line of dialogue?So, context, Dan’s a trans dude and he and some OCs are in a punk band that’s just about to break into the mainstream.

When they finish, he tilts his head. “So, I take it there’ve been a lot of pregnancy scares among the band?”

Alex glances at Dan, who nods almost imperceptibly, and says. “Nope, just Dan.”

“Yeah?” Phil asks, turning to look at Dan.

Dan shrugs. “Before T, yeah. They knew me pretty well at the clinic. ‘s why I went off dick for a while.”

“Yeah, you did,” Alex says, winking at him.

“Huh,” Phil says, and Dan knows that voice. That is the voice of “I was interested in you, but then figured out what your deal was below the belt”.

Dan fucking hates that voice.

Alex seems to pick up on it, juts their chin out a little. “We’re not afraid to talk about queer shit, or trans shit. Dan writes our lyrics, and that’s his life. If I was writing them, I’d probably write about genderqueer shit. Lalala fuck you, I’m not a ma’am.”

5: What part was hardest to write?Probably the opening tattoo scene just because I knew it was going to be a shortish piece, so I had to get the exposition of the whole AU, where the band was, what the relationship between Dan and Alex was all in that first scene.6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?It’s probably the one that’s most of me? Like I have a lot of tattoos, I have exes I’m friends with, I go to a lot of shows and sometimes identify as punk, I’m genderqueer, I use they/them pronouns, I wanted to be a music journalist for years, I was listening to the bands that wrote the songs I lifted for this fictional band. I wouldn’t say its the most personal thing I’ve written (that’s everybody told me it was bad to do), but it was the most things lifted from my life.7: Where did the title come from?90% sure it’s a modification on Priests’ amazing song Modern Love / No Weapon, which is my favorite song of theirs, holy shit.8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?Yeah. Like I said above, I was super into this queer punk band that was about to break into the mainstream and of course had lots of people talking about whether they were sell outs or not. They didn’t break the scene because of some stuff, and I’m glad that stuff happened and the scene turned their backs on the band, but there’s a real sense of wow, we really could have had it all. But that’s all extra stuff that happened long after this fic.9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?Nah. I think about continuing it out into a proper fic, but its so closely tied with me really falling in love with that band that didn’t break the scene and the reason they didn’t break the scene had to do with one of their members doing something really violent and it just hurts to think about now. And I don’t think I could really extricate the fic from those magical few months of loving that band so. Yeah, furthering it existed in my head but I doubt it’ll ever happen. 10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?So I think its obvious why I chose DnP, but I’ll also say the reason I had Dan be in a band with his ex, an ex who’s also his best friend, is because lol that’s pretty true to what I’ve seen in the queer community. There are only so many of us, even fewer when you start factoring in gender stuff, so its hard to just let go of relationships when you break up.

11: What do you like best about this fic?I think the band is a riot and make a perfect greek chorus for DnP’s budding relationship.12: What do you like least about this fic?That I can’t finish it tbh.13:What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story?Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Unsurprisingly, a lot of punk! I listened to a lot of The Front Bottoms, Priests, Ought, Modern Baseball, PUP, Girlpool, Childbirth, Chastity Belt, The Spook School, Ramshackle Glory. And two other bands that I won’t rec, but will say that consent is everything folks, and if you don’t ask for it, you deserve to lose your music career!

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?Uhm. That punk is 1000% fewer spikes than you think and way more people in ripped jeans and bandshirts and sticknpokes singing about their feelings.15: What did you learn from writing this fic?Ugh, that I need more queer punks in my life.

#ask me a thing #Anonymous

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