#woah the quality on this one is proper fucked
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Putting him in a blender
#crowcraft#across the spiderverse spoilers#spiderverse#atsv#atsv spoilers#miles morales#uh kinda#the prowler#prowler miles#atsv prowler#new fandom new tags#I have so. So SO many canvasses full of him and 1610 miles it’s insane#drawing low quality stuff but no time to post :(#exams are nearly over though! reallllllly looking forward to a break#got one more to freak out over then I’m DONE#woah the quality on this one is proper fucked
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I had the horrific idea to get high and write about Mista and Narancia getting high using a concept I had already joked about with a friend and this is how it turned out. I wrote it in notes app so I’ll just copy and paste it 💀.
Pizza Heroes
Five edibles. Five. One two three four five. That was the bet. If Mista and Narancia could not finish watching “Low Quality Family Guy Memes” without even so much as cracking a tiny baby smile. The tiniest of all smiles ever in the whole world. They’d have to wake up in the morning and take 5 edibles or more. They’d never done more. But they did today. Fuck them. They were underestimating their power. They were gonna prove them wrong so good. Holy fuck LMAO.
So it was five. That was the requirement. But no. What they took was 10.
Narancias muscles had just started to go on strike just as the both of them got epic fnaf ninja mr. beast jumpscared by Mistas phone. It was loud as all hell and it almost had a rude ass tone to its voice, like it was going “HEY YOU PIECE OF ASS POTHEADS PICK UP NOW.” so naturally mista picked it up, while Narancia stared on in bewilderment only properly described by a cursed emoji reaction image from the depths of Gen Z Pinterest.
“Oh hell- nah. Oh sorry haha. No I was talking to somebody else. Um I’m sick. Cmon- dude ok alright uh. Ok.”
Mista hung up.
He faced Narancia with a look of horror.
They faced eachother with a look of horror.
Only properly described by two cursed emoji reaction images from the depths of Gen Z Pinterest.
Oh god oh fuck.
“Narancia we gotta go to work dude.”
They weren’t even all the way high yet but the thoughts in their brains were already falling out of their nostrils and also ear holes as soon as they formulated, leaving no time and no ability to maintain a proper conversation with anything and anyone. Including the house fly that was annoying them.
“Hey MOTHERFUCKER”
Narancia threw a gnarly punch at the fly but it landed on mistas huge tit.
“AAAAUUUGGGGHHHHHHH’!!!!!!!!!”
He threw his hands up in agony like that one cursed emoji reaction image gif thing where the emoji disintegrates away while holding its hands up and making a face of true and utter distraught.
“Sorry bro. There was a fly.”
They managed to drive to work by sheer luck and sheer luck alone. Narrowly missing a cruel and painful death several times over and somehow not really realizing it unless the other car honked then it was “WOAH FUCK!!!!!”
Dominoes
Expensive ass overrated pizza. Mista and Narancia thought their pizza was just any ass pizza and that that good and definately not $45 for like a medium pizza or something fuck them. But they worked there so whatever.
After clocking in, the two of them put on their dominoes pizza hats with the anime lines behind them and victorious and suspenseful music playing and they grasped each others hands in camaraderie and best friendship and possibly maybe a homestuck romance reference or something really fucking nerdy and cringe and gay like that and they posted up behind the counter. Alone as the fly in Narancia and Mistas house thought it was when Narancia punched it into a tit that must have been like a gigantic and majestic mountain to that tiny little fly. Death by boob mountain. That is hilarious Narancia decided and he randomly doubled over and lost his shit laughing. He could not hold it in. He could not even try to hold it in. He couldn’t. It just came out like vomit except it was laughing. What was he laughing about? Idk honestly I myself can’t remember what I just wrote so you put two and two together okay? Ok.
Narancias laughing made Mista start laughing too.
“Bro stop that you’re making me laugh”
He said with a breathless “heeheehaahaa”
Omfg he sounded just like a donkey.
Narancia was laughing like that chimpanzee at the campfire named Sugriva when asked “is it dinner time”
“Hey mista. If you had a fursona do you think it would be a donkey?” He asked, giggling.
“A donkey? Fucking why.”
Mista asked pretending to be offended because technically he was being called an ass. But ass is a butt and that’s fucking hilarious oh my gods.
The gods are probably shaking their heads at them right now as they stand there making stupid jokes and forgetting what they were supposed to do right here and now. Unbeknownst to them both they are ignoring several orders and are both standing behind the cash register and 4 people have come and and then left after seeing these weirdo loser furries talk about their fursonas.
“Mine would be a chIIIMP-“ Narancia couldn’t finish that last sentence before he started laughing again and it forced the tail end of his sentence to get all loud and yelly. Fuck chimps are so fucking funny. They are so fucking silly and they make loud screaming sounds and it’s hilarious.
“Nah!! Chimps are scary! Buff as hell. Stronger than any man.” Said Mista.
“I’m hungry” said Narancia.
“Oh wait FUCK OH SHIT.”
They both turned their heads so fast the air went through their ears and made a SHOOSH sound.
They’ve been sitting here ignoring 10 orders.
Mista and Narancia scramble into the kitchen like shaggy and scooby doo. Or more like shaggy and shaggy because they are both human men and not a dog. Mista pulls out his Bluetooth speaker and it starts playing his playlist for work. They are not actually allowed to do this but nobody is here not even a manager so fuck those bitches.
They make artful and beautiful pizzas. Narancia sways back and fourth while putting toppings on his pizza to Slow Dancing In The Dark by Joji.
The music fills him with such a floaty and blue emotion. Oh it was so pretty. And sad. Slow dancing is such a pretty name for a song. Slow dancing in the dark. That was just classically romantic and so so lovely. It was roses and dewdrops and a faun stumbling in the rain with an arrow in its back.
Damn it NO this fic is supposed to be funny, Narancia thought, the fourth wall being held in his determined and angry grasp and shaken by the throat. This will NOT become an angsty crush fic.
But then, suddenly, Mista turned around to face Narancia and he said “I want to talk to you about something I saw the other day and it’s really interesting and cool.”
Narancia nodded. Still schmoovin except the song has changed to “Fourth Of July” by Sufjan Stevens.
“No what change the song Mista this song makes my eyes water.”
“I was trying to tell you something hold on-“
“Mista my heart is SENSITIVE AND MUSHY!!!!”
“Okay okay fine”
“Alright tell me”
“Okay Narancia so there is this thing called homestuck-“
Narancia was trying to listen to Mista but he was too busy on trying to make sure the pizza didn’t look like it was made by a person who was extremely high. Oh shit. What if they could tell based off of the pepperoni symmetry.
The phone started ringing. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Wait how long have we been making these pizzas. Just two pizzas. No way….an hour? Oh fuck. No no no.
He picked up the phone.
“This is Pizza”
They hung up.
Mista was laughing at him.
“Mista we are going to get fucking fired I’m so scared bro I’m so fufkced I’m so fucked oh fuck.”
Mista was reminded of the vine with the kid slamming the oven to the beat while his dad plays the horn and they are wearing sunglasses. He thinks about imitating the horn tune and slamming the oven to the beat like the video to make Narancia laugh and stop getting scared, but he didn’t wanna break the oven. What if he was accidentally too rough. So he just went
“Doodoodoodoodoodoodooodoodoofooodoodoodoo”
“Mista what are you doing. Holy fuck we have like. A million orders.”
Narancia started shaking his hands next to his head and pacing and sobbing and crying.
Mista didn’t like seeing Narancia cry! Oh no? His friend. He had to create a distraction. Woah man his muscles were totally not having it. His brain was just a big playdough mound bumpin around in his skull. It was like he was made out of lead. His tounge and his fingers were getting numb and tingly. Yo he was SO high. Woah. Uh oh. Oh no.
Right distraction.
“Okay Narancia so like listen this might make you feel better. So theres this thing called homestuck and there are humans and trolls and they play a game. And theres different kinds of romance but I can’t remember the one that makes me feel about-“
Oh fuck he almost said ‘you’. Narancia can’t know that Mista was totally mega cringe down for him?!!!!!!!
“About this person I think is pretty cute and stuffs.”
His story was not helping Narancia. In fact he was sitting on the floor rocking back and fourth and sobbing but almost completely silent with his mouth hanging open and his eyes squeezed shut like he’s a toddler that fell down and it hurt. The door rang. Oh shit. He tried to pretend like Narancia wasn’t losing his mind behind the counter.
It was Trish.
“Why the fuck are you guys at work like this.”
“Because they wouldn’t let me call out big cheese says I’ll get a write up.”
“You guys look like you’re totally pulling this off and having absolutely no problems. Where is Narancia.”
Trish looked like an emotion Mista couldn’t comprehend. Like dorcelessness. Or maybe she was being sarcastic. Shit was he autistic?
Narancia tried to say “I’m here.” from behind the counter but he only made a sad sobbing sound.
Trish peeked from around the corner at him and he almost got ejected from his body.
“AAAUGH!!!”
he sounded just like Darwin from the amazing world of gumball.
Oh fuck his heart. It was so fast. Holy shit he can’t swallow. It’s like he can’t swallow what if he starts choking. What he he has a SEIZURE!! oh-
“Mista I think Narancia needs to go home.”
Trish poked Narancia like he was a roadkill.
“I need to go to the hospital guys. Can you overdose on weed? I think I’m dying. PleSe don’t let me die.”
“No you can’t overdose on weed, Narancia, oh my fuck- Mista. MISTA.”
Mista was thinking about troll romance.
Then Fugo walked in.
“Did you get the pizza or what it’s been fucking 35 mins- oh my fucking god why are you guys at work.”
“Fugo please tell Trish I could be having heart failure!!!!”
Narancia wailed.
Trish rolled her eyes so hard that it looked like it hurt and it probably did because she rubbed them after.
“Oh god you guys I swear I’m not crazy. Was our shit LACED!?”
Fugo scoffed “no you fucking idiot you took ten fucking edibles that’s what’s going on here.”
“Fugooooo” Narancia wailed.
Trish and Fugo looked at Mista who was staring off into space still standing behind the counter and thinking about troll romance. He couldn’t wait to tell his friends all about this new cool and very much brand new thing called homestuck.
Fugo leaned over to see the absolute state the kitchen was in. As expected there was a burnt pizza in the oven and a pizza that was halfway made and stil frozen halfway falling off the counter. The speaker was playing “DICKE TITTEN” by Rammstein. Ah hell yeah. This was fugos groove he loved pissed sounding German men singing industrial metal.
#jjba#jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo#jojos bizarre adventure#fugo pannacotta#narancia ghirga#guido mista#jjba vento auero#trish una#this is awful#sorry guys#this is pizza#jjba fanfic#crack fic#fanfiction
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Crying over 42 promt 😂 how about Niko/Joel for it?
Excellent 😌
...I made it a College AU, just because! Hope you don't mind <3
42. You get attacked by a goose and I’m the one to help patch you up (3404 words)
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Joel tied the laces of his right foot sneaker and evaluated the quality of his work. Dissatisfied, he untied and tied them again, and repeated the same exact action for the left one, gritting his teeth as he did.
“Oh my god, Joel, you can just tell me if you want me to come with you.”
Joel glared at his roommate who was spread on his bed, eyes on the phone he was holding above his face.
“No, thanks. I’m a big boy.”
“Sure you are, but those geese are pretty big too,” Joonas said. “And you almost pooped your pants when we walked past them yesterday.”
“I did not.”
“So you held my hand just because you like me so much? Awwww, babe– ow!”
The textbook Joel had thrown at Joonas may have shut him up momentarily, but the snickering smile on his face returned as soon as the book was off his face.
“They’re just stupid, brainless birds,” Joel muttered as he zipped up his Adidas track jacket.
“Stupid, brainless birds with razor blades for teeth.”
Joel tightened his high ponytail. He grabbed his phone from his bedside table and slid it in the pocket of his shorts.
“And have you noticed they have teeth on their tongue as well?”
“Shut the fuck up, Porko!” Joel snapped and rushed out of the door before his roommate could mess with his head some more.
Because yes, the aggressive geese that had taken over the campus park had given him a proper scare the day before when he and Joonas had walked back to the dorm and one of them had started following Joel right behind his heels. But no, he wasn’t going to let some vicious, bloodthirsty, feathered animals keep him from going on about his morning jog through the campus.
Or that’s what he had thought, right until he arrived at the park and saw the whole gaggle of geese that seemed to stop and stare at Joel in the middle of their usual geese business, and not because they thought he was a sight for sore eyes.
No; they were out for his blood.
Joel clenched his hands into fists and took a deep breath.
Stupid, brainless birds, he started chanting to himself in his head. I am an apex predator, and they are just stupid, brainless, useless birds that have no control over my life.
He kept his eyes fixed on the lecture building on the other side of the park as he started jogging, perhaps a little faster than he normally would for his morning exercise. The black, lifeless eyes of the geese followed him closely, or so it felt like to Joel at least.
When a few of the geese flapped their wings as Joel passed them, he sped up his steps and tried to keep his breathing under control. He was only about a hundred metres away from the edge of the green area, a hundred more steps away from safety, but the faster he ran, the farther away the campus gates seemed to be.
A couple of the geese were now clearly running after him, and if the thumping of his heart wasn’t the only sound roaring in his ears, he would have heard them quacking loudly at him.
His final mistake was when he glanced behind him and saw a glimpse of the beasts and their disturbingly sharp-looking rows of teeth and yes, even the spiky tongue, but then the chase came to an abrupt end when he collided with something.
“Hey, woah, watch where you’re going!” a familiar voice spoke to him.
When he looked ahead again, he saw the guy who always sat next to him in his compulsory English class, glaring at him with his green eyes. His long brown hair framed his permanently annoyed expression, but his exceptional beauty still made Joel catch his breath, like it did every time he stepped in the classroom and found the man’s eyes already staring at him, like he had been waiting to see Joel, even if they never really talked.
The thought of finally saying something to the man was the last one Joel had before he felt a sharp pain in his ankle. He looked down and saw one of the geese poking his feet with its killer choppers.
Then everything went black.
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Later that day, when Niko recollected the whole incident to his roommate, he realised he had heard Joel before he had seen the man, his heavy, panicky breathing approaching Niko gradually as he had walked on the gravel, lost in his thoughts. However, it wasn’t until Joel had already bumped into him that he realised who it was that had been running for his life in such a perplexed state.
Their eyes met only for a few seconds, the weird sadness Niko usually saw in Joel’s eyes having given room to terror and helplessness, and then Joel was suddenly collapsing against him, right there in the middle of a path in the campus yard at eight in the morning on a Monday.
Niko shooed the over-enthusiastic geese away and dragged Joel to a nearby bench. He noticed some of the passers-by had stopped to gawk at the scene, but none of them offered any help in moving the long-limbed blond to a more comfortable position.
“Joel! Can you hear me?” Niko tried snapping his fingers at Joel’s face, but there was no reaction from the other man. Just when Niko was about to dial the emergency number, Joel’s eyelids began to flutter and a silent sigh left his mouth.
“Ahhhhh, the fuck?” he groaned, and Niko was ready to kiss the guy from pure relief.
“Are you alright, Joel?”
A realisation of some sort seemed to hit him, judging by the way his eyes widened and the colour left his face.
“Wh-where is it?”
‘It’, supposedly, meant the large bird that had been after him when he had run into Niko.
“It’s gone, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” Niko placed a calming hand on Joel’s shoulder when he tried getting up from the bench.
“But… what happened?”
“Well, I can only tell what happened after you crashed into me: you passed out.”
“Oh– OH! Oh, oh my god!” Joel moaned and looked like he was about to faint again.
“Hey! Hey hey hey, are you good?”
“It bit me!”
“What?”
“That son of a bitch! It bit me!” Joel grabbed the back rest of the bench to try and pull himself up as he reached his other hand towards his ankle.
“Fuck, really?” Niko moved his gaze from Joel’s pained eyes to his feet.
“Ahh, it hurts like hell! Ah shit, I can’t even look! Can you tell me, is it bad?”
Niko took a closer look at Joel’s ankle and saw a few, tiny droplets of blood.
“Well–”
“Oh, fucking hell! Do geese have rabies?
“I don’t thi–”
“Ahh, fuck, this is it, isn’t it? This is how I’m gonna go? I’m gonna fucking DIE, right?”
“You’re not–”
“Tell Porko to keep his filthy fingers off my vinyl collection, I’m taking that shit with me when I go!”
From the way Joel always sat so quietly in the back row of the English classroom, sulking and rarely talking to anyone (except for that one time he had noticed Niko’s wrinkly band shirt and started bombarding him with questions, asking if he listened to this and this band, until the teacher had to shush him silent), Niko would never had guessed the man could be so theatrical.
“Okay, listen to me, you drama queen: it’s only a scratch, I’m pretty sure birds don’t transmit rabies, you’re not gonna die, and I have no idea who the hell Porko is, so will you just calm the fuck down?”
Joel looked at him, breathing heavily and his eyes frightened. Niko used his thumb to rub the side of Joel’s bare ankle just above the bruise left by the goose, hoping it might help the man to cool off.
“If I were you, I’d be more worried about how you blacked out like that. Has it happened before?”
He saw Joel swallow before answering.
“No. At least not like this.”
“Do you want me to take you to the emergency room? Or to the campus nurse?”
Joel’s eyes enlarged and he shook his head. Niko noticed him becoming restless again, so he slowed down the movements of his thumb to make him relax.
“Okay, I won’t,” Niko said as calmly and softly as he could. “But can I at least help you back to the dorm and clean the wound and stop the bleeding?”
“There’s blood?!” Joel bolted up, his face as pale as if he had just been given the death sentence.
“Just a tiny scrape, alright? It is bleeding a little, yes, but you will live, jeez.” Niko added the last part under his breath. “It should be disinfected though, so let’s get you back to the dorm now, yeah? Which one is yours?”
“No, no no no no, I am not going near those demons again!”
Under his palm, Niko could feel Joel tremble.
“Fine, no more park for today. Let’s just go round the park, hm? I live in that dorm over there,” Niko pointed his finger at the dormitory building in the farthest right hand corner of the campus square, “so we can just walk past the park and no geese will bother us. How does that sound? Do you think you can do that?”
He heard Joel take a few unsteady breaths in, which made Niko want to clasp the man’s hand instead of his wounded ankle and tell him he was safe, as far as Niko was concerned.
“Okay,” Joel said and nodded, probably more to himself than to answer Niko's question. “Okay,” he repeated and let Niko help him up.
“Do you need a drink?”
“Most definitely,” Joel mumbled with such solemnity that it was hard for Niko to hold back his laughter.
“I meant, like, water or something. ‘Cause you were kinda going through it just now.”
“Let’s just go get the bandaid, alright?” Joel replied quietly, eyes on the ground as they began walking. If he had been fearing for his life just a moment ago, now he looked like he was wishing for the earth to swallow him whole.
Niko knew that feeling all too well, so he didn’t bother Joel with meaningless small talk as they strolled around the campus area. And anyway, he was far too busy trying to make sense of what had just happened and how, instead of attending his morning lecture like he was supposed to, he was now tending to the guy from his English class, whose grumpy appearance at the door of the classroom was always the highlight of Niko’s week, despite the fact he was yet to actually start a conversation with him outside the structured class discussion activities. Every time Niko had psyched himself up to finally at least say hi to Joel, the guy had either ran out of the classroom hardly a second after the teacher had dismissed the class or, in some cases, not shown up at all. Niko hated those days, because usually it meant he wouldn’t see Joel during the lunch break that followed either, and left him fretful and melancholic for the rest of the day which, of course, never went unnoticed by Aleksi who would then try all his tricks to make Niko spill the tea about what had brought him so down.
But how was Niko supposed to explain he was merely lovesick for a man he had barely even talked to? Niko wasn’t even sure if Joel knew his name.
“I’m Niko, by the way,” he said when they were halfway to the dorms. “We go to the same English class, remember?”
“Yeah,” Joel acknowledged. Then he fell silent for at least twenty more steps until he cleared his throat. “I’m… Joel.”
Niko swallowed the “I know”, regarding it creepy as fuck, as well as the awfully formal “Nice to meet you”, and settled for awkward “Cool” instead (which wasn’t any better, he realised the second he had uttered it).
After what seemed like forever, walking in the uncomfortable silence, they were at the dorm and Niko led Joel up to his room, hoping Aleksi had already left for his classes. Indeed, Niko sighed of relief when he saw his roommate’s unmade bed empty and his white sneakers gone, and ordered Joel to sit on the only chair in the room.
The bridge of Joel’s nose wrinkled when Niko tapped on his wound with a cotton pad soaked in way too much disinfectant, which had been totally unintentional from Niko’s part, although he had to admit he would gladly take care of Joel’s injuries another time if it meant he’d see Joel scrunch up his face into the most adorable expressions he had seen from the man so far.
“There, all patched up now,” Niko concluded when he smoothened the bandaid on Joel’s bony ankle.
He was expecting Joel to be back on his feet and out the door by then, but instead Joel stayed put on the squeaky chair next to Niko’s bed. He was scratching on something on his nail but said nothing, safe for a small, barely audible “thanks”.
“No problem,” Niko nodded, and still Joel did not move an inch. “So, umm…afraid of birds, huh?”
“Kinda,” Joel replied, with a voice even quieter than earlier. The sight of him was so heartbreaking, like a child whose lollipop had just been snatched right out of his hand, that Niko found it almost impossible to not take the man to sit on his lap, despite being noticeably smaller in size than Joel, and rock him back and forth until he’d forget all about the geese and other horrors of the world.
“Yeah, well, one almost snatched my hat the other day, so…” Niko trailed off and then bit his lip; this was the opposite of what he wanted to talk about, so he took a deep breath and started again.
“You know, I’ve… noticed you in class.”
Fuck’s sake, Niko, that’s the best you can do?
“I mean, obviously I have, we sit next to each other almost every lecture…”
Just shut your dumb mouth already.
“And… like…” he tried, but the words he wanted to say just didn’t come to him, so he scratched the back of his head in frustration.
“Yeah, I’ve… noticed you too.”
Niko’s heart almost jumped to his throat.
“And to be honest, this is not how I imagined our first actual conversation to go down.”
“Our first conversation? Have you forgotten about that time you talked my ears off about Nine Inch Nails?”
Niko’s quick wits had been so eager to make the remark that it took him another few seconds to realise Joel had just confessed he had imagined talking with Niko before.
The thought made Niko bite his lip to hide his dopey grin.
“A real conversation, not me blabbering about my hyperfixations after having downed five RedBulls.” Joel’s voice was but a low grumble again, but the rosy shade of red on his cheeks looked insanely attractive on him, Niko thought.
It also made Niko just bold enough to add another twist to their current exchange of words.
“Well, what would you have said, then, if you’d get your own way?”
Joel’s eyes visibly brightened when he glanced at Niko.
“For starters, I would have told you those checkered Vans look dumb as fuck.”
“Excuse me? They’re retro!” Niko exclaimed, finally letting his lips break into a smile.
“I’m sorry to break it to you but not a single piece of clothing from the early 00s is retro, it’s cringe.”
“At least I own more than two shirts…”
“And you wish they were as cool as my Venom ones!”
“I don’t need to wish, I know they are.”
“Ha! So you admit they’re cool!”
Joel’s triumphant face had erased the last traces of his frown, and his smile was so blinding that Niko completely forgot to watch his own mouth.
“I do like the sleeveless one at least.”
Only Joel’s surprised silence made Niko realise what he had blurted out.
“You know, ‘cause… like… your tattoos are pretty sweet.”
“Oh,” Joel brushed his upper arm where his labyrinth tattoo was hidden under the sleeve of his track jacket. “Thanks.”
“I wanted to tell you when I first saw it but, umm… didn’t want to bother you, I guess.”
Niko’s eyes wandered around the room until they found Joel’s again. The curve of Joel’s eyebrows had softened and his lips were slightly parted, and Niko tried not to think about how soft they looked.
“I…,” Joel began, “I wish you had, though. Bothered me, I mean. Because… after that one time I was so embarrassed to talk to you again–”
“No reason to feel like that,” Niko told him, fighting the urge to put a reassuring hand on the long, skinny leg that was still stretched out on Niko’s bed after the medical operation.
“You probably thought I was a freak.”
“No, actually I thought you were… kinda cute.”
When Joel chuckled, Niko felt his heart starting to beat again.
“Well… despite the hideous shoes and the baggy pants–”
“At least I’m comfortable!”
“–I think you’re sorta cute too.”
Joel blinked his blue eyes softly, and even in his right mind Niko could not have looked elsewhere.
What a blessing it was, to be alive on a spring morning and sit with a guy you thought was cute and who thought you were cute too.
Niko wanted to linger in that moment and that feeling forever, staring into the bluest eyes he had ever seen, wondering what kind of secrets and unsaid confessions were behind them, and whether he was worthy of learning about any of them.
He had every intention to find out.
“I should… go,” Joel said eventually, although the look in his eyes communicated a completely different message.
“Yeah, I’m… late for my lecture, too,” Niko said, and both men stood up. Niko waited for Joel to say something more, but when he didn’t, Niko swallowed his disappointment and fixed his hair.
“I’ll see you in English class, I guess. And hey,” he added when Joel was already on his way to the door, “if those geese ever attack you again, you know where to find me.”
Niko had to consciously command his knees to stay strong when Joel flashed him another bright smile.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Okay, well, see ya.”
“Bye,” Niko forced himself to say, and when Joel closed the door after him, he threw himself on his bed and muffled his frustrated groan on his pillow.
He had been so close to confessing how sad he became every time Joel didn’t attend their weekly mutual lecture, and that it had been him who had taken Joel’s sunglasses to the lost-and-found when he had forgotten them in the classroom (he had been too much of a coward to give them to the man himself), or at least tell Joel he’d like to spend some more time together, outside the artificial context of English classes.
Now, the most Niko expected was them to go back to the awkwardness of sitting side by side in class without saying a word to each other, which, after the latest incident, felt almost worse than one of them moving overseas and never seeing each other again.
Already halfway down to his pit of misery and self-pity, Niko was startled when there was a knock on his door.
Thinking it was Aleksi who had forgotten his key again, Niko didn’t hurry on his way to the door, and almost gasped out loud when he saw Joel standing at the door frame instead.
Wordlessly they just stared at each other for seconds that lasted a small eternity, but then Joel opened his mouth.
“I was just wondering if… if you’d like to… hang out, maybe? Later?”
As if bitten by a savage poultry again, Joel was visibly shivering. It might have been just the chilly hallway, but when Niko reached his hand to brush Joel’s finger with his own, he saw the man’s shoulders relax and his jaw unclench.
“I’m free tonight.”
#blind channel#blind channel rpf#blind channel fanfiction#spring fluff by theflyingfeeling#joel is some kinda sports major maybe? and niko studies literature as his major#porko and allu are there just to have some fun 😏#(but before you get excited: porko only has a few lines and aleksi is only mentioned)#olli and tommi are not mentioned but they're there too of course! possibly studying hard in the library 😇#yes it's a very different kind of college au from the one i wrote last winter lol#also: high ponytail joel! 🥰#but also: shy!joel 🥺
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there are men dealing with men's issues. the problem is that radfem organizations have gathered power and influence and in many areas will actively lobby to prevent resources being given to orgs that help men. there's many cases of attempts to open shelters for men being shut down by lobby from feminist orgs. there's the fact that it is impossible to have a broad movement of "men's rights" specifically because it will be discredited and nipped in the bud by certain feminist interest groups. yes, sure 'MRA's are in big part responsible for this too. but like, outside of completely backwards and assinine 'versions' of feminism such as radical feminism, there's is a conscience that on a political and social level, equality of genders cannot be achieved if women's needs are held in higher regard than men's or if men do not have proper resources to help themselves. this is the part where modern intersectional feminist movements advocate for deep structural changes (dismantling the patriarchy) in order for *everyone* to have resources necessary for their well being. society as it is doesn't care about men's well being or actual self determination. when it comes to mental health for instance, men have significantly fewer resources than women do. this is why more and more men participate in feminist movements. in the long run, feminist ideology and politics have a better chance of advancing the cause of equality and just general improvement of life quality for everyone, then creating a specifically "men oriented" movement. actual conscious feminism is rooted in class consciousness, anti-capitalism and anti-colonialism, and these things affect men as well women, although in different ways. this is why there's a place for men in feminism, and why feminism is also concerned with men's issues. these two things are interconnected and do not exist in a vacuum. you seem like a smart person, you should really stop listening to radfems. there's plenty of other "types" of feminism or feminist schools of thought that are much more anchored in reality. not to mention that the Venn diagram of radfems and fascists is practically a circle. the whole bio essentialism thing, considering males as inherently abusive and automatically usurpatory vs. women is the same trick as labeling any group of people as "inherently dangerous and incapable of change and therefore They Are The Enemy". not to mention how fucking hopeless that is. what's the point in all of this if people are just "born this way"? that means theres no possible future where things can be better. radfem mentality is counterproductive at best, toxic and dangerous at worst. what kind of 'feminists' get female s.workers incarcerated to "save them"?? what kind of 'feminist thinker' teaches women that any penetrative sex is rape??? stop listening to batshit insane people...
Woah, when did I even mention radical feminism? I am capable of my own thoughts you know, why are you assuming I'm being influenced by extremists? None of my beliefs about sex equality are extremist, they're very basic feminist concepts. I definitely don't think incarcerating sex workers is saving them or any penetrative sex is rape. Definitely dont think all men are evil or whatever either. I've never said that and I would never believe such ridiculous things. So no, I'm not "listening to batshit insane people" at all actually. So wtf are you talking about with that?
Are they shutting down shelters for men, or simply saying that men should not be allowed into women's shelters? Because thats very different. The first is fucked up, men deserve equal help. The second is very reasonable and I back that.
Also I would be careful about the use of the phrase "mens rights" because men are not lacking rights. Nowhere in the world is there a law that denies rights to men for being male. I know I used it too lol, but that was because men like the ones I spoke about love using that phrase. But theres a huge difference between societal issues mainly affecting a certain sex vs that sex being denied rights. There are societal issues which affect mainly men, absolutely, and resources for men are indeed lacking compared to womans. Not because of malice towards men but because women are the vast majority of victims of domestic violence, trafficking, single parents, etc. They genuinely need it more. And thats not like a "win for feminism, fuck men lol" thing, thats actually the whole problem to begin with isnt it? -that women are disproportionately being victimized, in almost every category of crime.
“This is why more and more men participate in feminist movements” Are they? Because all I ever see are men hating on feminism, saying there is no longer a need for it, and denying the extremely extensive damage that men as a whole have been committing upon women as a whole for thousands of years. I would hope this is true though.
"In the long run, feminist ideology and politics have a better chance of advancing the cause of equality and just general improvement of life quality for everyone, then creating a specifically "men oriented" movement. ... This is why there's a place for men in feminism, and why feminism is also concerned with men's issues. These two things are interconnected and do not exist in a vacuum."
I absolutely agree that issues are interconnected and complex, and I agree that men should care about womens issues and women should care about mens issues. I think you misunderstood my post. My post was complaining about men who dont care about sex equality issues- for men or women- until it negatively affects men/a man, and then they use that to complain about feminism or somehow discredit womens rights movements.
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Mista - By the Silvery Moon
Werewolf Mista and his vampire girlfriend.
I wanted some soft spice so I made my own food.
You laid peacefully upon your boyfriend on his bed, bodies pressing deliciously against each other with the odd feeling of your temperature difference.
Somehow, never was it unpleasant for you to snuggle on the overbearing warmth of your favourite wolf and neither was it for him to feel the ice of your skin, refreshing on his furry skin.
It was basically a routine by now. You both could only see each other at night time, and Mista was busy as ever. Loyal as he was to his team he always did his best to be present for them at all times, even though it meant not having as much quality time to spend with his lovely girlfriend as he would like.
Tonight was one of those rare nights. He laid lazily on his bed and you would always come lay on top of him, showering him with affection and his most favourite belly rubs and head pats.
You both stayed in comfortable silence. Sometimes, you'd strike some casual mindless conversations, and it was those small moments that made your nights together so precious. Just being close to each other, regardless of species.
In the mondane vampire society that you belonged in, you'd be damned to not marry a man of your rank and class, and Mista would be equally damned to not mate with a proper omega from his own pack. But both of you couldn't care less for these old out-dated traditions. Nobody hardly followed those strict rules anyways nowadays, except for the most conservative of people.
Who cared if a vampire girl and a werewolf boy had fallen in love? Who would even stop you? You found each other and nothing could ever change that.
You were laying your head on Mista's broad chest and caressed the bits of skin on his exposed stomach, making the male shudder delightfully as he held your small frame flush against him.
He never got tired of rubbing your cold back, wondering how you could live with such skin of ice. He also never got tired of touching your hair, the scent of you even more prominent in it, driving him absolutely crazy.
You carefully lifted yourself up to stare at your lover who looked blankly up into nothing in particular on the ceiling, but instantly shot you a lazy and handsome smile as your eyes met. Gosh, he was so cute.
"Hello beautiful." He playfully called out and you grinned at his uncalled spontaneous cheesiness.
"Hi sexy~" You giggled and you could feel his torso spasm under you with his deep chuckle.
You moved to climb up just enough to get impossibly closer to his face and he let you do as you pleased, spreading his legs wider to ease your access and loosening his strong grip around you.
You looked over him with a fondness that was reserved for him only, and he knew there was nothing else in this eternal world of yours that you looked at with the same adoration in your eyes.
"Woah..." He breathed out through a lopsided grin "Girl, your eyes always make me feel some kind of way, dang... Shooting fucking bullets with those red eyes, somebody arrest you before you kill someone!"
"Oh shush, pup." You teased at his dorkiness and booped his nose. He hated it when you treated him submissively, but he never stopped you either.
"Hey, don't call me that! You freaky bloodsucker." He glared at you.
Ignoring his thoughtless offense you made yourself more comfortable on him, your personal mattress for the night, and proceeded to smooth your hands over his 3-days beard, caressing his cheeks and admiring his chiseled face.
You did remember Bucciarati convincing him to shave more often because of how fast Mista's facial hair grew. Funny advice coming from a Mothman who was half covered in fluff himself.
You had to resist the urge to peck Mista's very inviting lips as you hovered over him, propping yourself on your elbows at each side of his head. As sweet as you looked and as cute as you were in his eyes, the poor werewolf could not be immune to your intimidating and pressuring natural vampiric aura.
It was always a blurry thing, the natural hierarchy of monsters and humans. People fought everyday to make this unfair discrimination and hierarchy disappear, but no one could deny the strong overpowering aura some species had over others without even controlling it. Vampires, demons, sirens, titans among many others. Species that could make anyone else falter underneath them with just one look, one word, one step.
He trusted you with absolution to never do him harm and he was confident in his physical strength and power to counter anything, but truly, the intoxicating anxiety your glowy red eyes could put him through sometimes, prompting him to sweat and tightening his throat...
That was hot as hell.
"Come on..." He murmured more to himself than to you, but seeing his hungry gaze on your blood red lips so close to his, it was more than obvious what he wanted from you.
And you obliged. First, pecking his lips in a million tiny blooming kisses, almost too cutely for his own likings. Your sugary little smooches way too innocent for his current needs.
Fortunately for him, you were quick to catch on, or maybe it was on purpose that you teased him, he couldn't guess. Your shy fluttering pecks soon turned much longer, slower and more languorous with time, much to Mista's appreciation.
He couldn't help his big clawed hands from roaming along your back, eager to having you pressed even harder against him if that was possible, never getting enough of you.
Mista was the vocal type. You knew it wouldn't be long until he started making noises that would either alert the neighbours, or alert the most sensitive bugfolks that would most likely come check the commotion and maybe try to bask in some nice lamp light too while they were at it.
So, before he could ask for more, which he was eagerly expecting, you moved your lips to kiss along the corner of his mouth, to his prickly cheeks, then traveled down to his jaw and neck.
He released a low and animalistic growl at your defiance and lack of cooperation.
"... What do you think you're doing?" He asked lowly, his voice deep and gruff as you showered his neck with some sweet loving.
"Nothing," you muffled against his skin and he shivered from your cold lips and breath on his sensitive skin as you sighed, "You smell so good..."
"You... You wanted blood?" He scoffed and clicked his tongue, "You could have just asked... You damn vampires..." Mista did not hide his disappointment, thinking you'd initiate in some hot make out session only to stop cruelly and feed on him.
That wasn't the case though. You didn't like to use your boyfriend for blood, and surely, it wasn't a procedure you took lightly either.
There were plenty of volunteers for that service anyways, and you preferred the person be both physically and mentally ready for you rather than just randomly partake in some unrequited violent neck biting. You wouldn't waste the short and precious moments with Mista on such trivial and unnecessary reasons.
"No, no, I don't want to draw blood from you. I don't need it, I'll just satisfy myself with your scent." You buried your face deeper into him, taking in the smell of his blood, coming strong, fresh and vibrant under his tan skin of musk. "Plus I wouldn't dare bite you with no preparations. That's unfair."
"You're too cute." Mista snorted and wrapped his long and sturdy arms around you, squeezing you hard and lovingly.
Godamnit, he wanted to be mad at you but you were so adorable and sweet, he couldn't help but feel so lucky and privileged to have you. Not everyone could brag about having such a kind-hearted, hot and brilliant vampire girlfriend.
But he could.
"I love you princess. But really, you can take from me anytime you want. We've talked about this already, cara."
You moved to look back up at him, your gaze soft. "No, it's fine. Not now. For now I want to make the most of the little time we have together before the sunrise."
He laid his head back in contemplation. That was right. You'd have to go back home at least 30 minutes before dawn to prepare for bed without being in danger. Nights were too short and Mista's weeks of work were too long.
"My poor little babe will be blood deprived..." He cooed half jokingly and caressed your soft hair, sympathizing with your struggles.
"It's fine. I get less and less hungry when I smell your delicious, sweet virgin blood."
"Vi-.... VIRGIN?!" He shot up, almost shaking you up, "Who said I was a virgin?!"
You laughed at his outburst and his eyes were horrified and wide as saucers on you as you tried to calm your fit of laughter.
"Hehehe hahaha! I can smell it! It's so obvious! Please keep it that way, it tastes great too. Very nutritious and easy to digest~" You commented, giggling behind your hands.
The poor male blushed, unable to counter attack truthful and straight facts. "Nooo...." he whined, his wolf ears flattening down against his head in defeat.
"Don't be down, amorino." You cooed and gently caressed his face, "You know I'm just teasing~. Let me make it up to you."
And as you said that, you snaked your finger in his curly hair, slowly massaging his scalp and eliciting a groany sigh from the male. That was his biggest weakness, besides you, of course. Gentle head scritches. No werewolf could ever stay indifferent.
Just having your long nails rake so pleasurably along his scalp and dancing around and behind his wolf ears sent him to a pure state of bliss.
"A-ah, Y-Y/N... Aah thanks... Feels g-great hehe..."
"So polite. What a good boy."
Subconsciously, Mista's tail bonked loudly the side of the bed repeatedly with excitement, like a natural response to the praise.
It was cute, you thought, how much he could act like a puppy sometimes. Even though he hated to hear it from you, and rathered appear strong, dominant and protective for you, because he could be just that for you, and keep you safe.
You kissed him again and he instantly caged you back in his arms, planting his claws on your back and shoulders possessively. He was so crazy in love for you and the realization that he'd be gone for another long mission without seeing you hit him suddenly, which prompted him to tighten his legs around your hips and effectively emprisoning you with his limbs.
With his mind filled with thoughts of you only, and feeling your body pressed so delighfully against him, he kissed you even harder, giving you all his passion as he was getting drunk off your ministrations and intoxicating scent, both fruity and metallic.
"Hmph Guido..." You moaned on his lips and he could swear you did it on purpose. "Slow down."
"You're testing my limits babe, I don't like that."
"Hmm... It's 5 A.M." You whined softly between his insistant kisses and love bites.
"So what? I don't see your point. Let me have you." He mumbled huskily and you had to push him down to let yourself speak without interruption.
"I have to go, the sun is about to rise."
He groaned in annoyance and went limp under you, defeated. You chuckled at his reaction and propped yourself back on your hands as he released you.
"Fuck... Already? We barely did anything..." He huffed, beaten by time itself which was stealing his girlfriend away from him.
"We did a lot actually. I fed you, we played games, gossiped a bit and cuddled for like... 2 hours."
"We had a tickle fight too. Can't forget about my victory..." He proudly added before smirking, "... And your cute little noises."
"Shut up!" You slapped his arm as you sat up. Oh no, he was going to rub it in again, you knew it.
"Kyaaaah~ stop it! Guido not there aaaah~! AAAAAHHH~" He obnoxiously wailed and moaned exaggeratedly with an awful girly voice.
"SHUT UP! I didn't even say that! I don't even sound like that! You're gross!"
After a few more, well-deserved slaps from you and a fit of laughter from him, you eventually got off of the boy and fixed your clothes, walking away from the bed as he joined you.
"Aww but really babe," He wrapped his long arms around your waist from behind and buried his nose in your hair "I'll miss you..."
"It's okay sweetheart," You craned your neck and reached behind you to hold his face, "5 days fly by fast. And Bruno is kind, he'll give you a vacation if you ask him nicely."
Mista sighed, nuzzling into your hand and relishing in your soft hold. He was probably being dramatic in your eyes, acting like each day was the last one, but he wasn't completely wrong. His work field was more dangerous than he'd ever let you know, and even if you did know, he was well aware that you weren't even close to being afraid of death as he was. Vampires were immortal, after all, werewolves were not.
"Guido..." You called out, voice careful and airy.
"Hmm?"
"Don't be scared."
The male pulled away from you and stared at you with wide eyes. Scared? Was your kind really that sensitive to other's emotions?
His heart raced and he stuttered. "Huh? What- How did you-"
"I can smell it Guido, your hormones are strong." You turned to face him and grabbed his huge clawed hands in your ice cold ones, looking tenderly into his eyes. "You know I would never let you die."
Mista gulped. You knew. Of course you'd have guessed, you were so perceptive. He was dense to believe he could hide anything from you. There was nothing he could say when you read him like an open book and pinned him into place with your confident stance and fierce eyes.
"I..." He huffed heavily, avoiding your gaze "I can never be sure, Y/N. I didn't tell you everything about my work...."
"I know." You brought his hands up to your face and pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, his fur soft against your lips. "But don't forget my abilities. I'll turn you into a vampire without hesitation if anything were to happen. If I'm not here, Giorno will do it, we've already established this."
Mista's eyes widened at this revelation. You talked with Giorno? Even though the blonde was only half-vampire, he did have strong healing abilities, but the werewolf wouldn't have expected the vampires would ever work together to actually revive any of the team members in worst case scenarios. Thinking about it, it may even have been Bruno's idea.
Mista scoffed, unbelieving. "You sly bastards... You guys know the implications of turning people into hybrids, right?"
"I don't care. I want you safe and to stop worrying." You smiled and pulled him closer to you. "We'll talk about this later. Now kiss me."
Pushing his worry and melancholy to the side, the male obeyed and bent down to capture your lips hungrily again, hugging you almost uncomfortably hard. Mista wasn't really one to hold back much, and only you could either handle him, or put him back to place.
"Get home safe babe. Call me when you arrive." He murmured, still craddling your face close and you matched his whispers.
"Will do. Sleep tight, cuore mio."
Not quite wanting to separate from each other, you hesitated to move and had to use all your willpower to actually start walking towards the window, Mista still holding your hand and following close behind.
He opened the window for you and helped you hop on the frame, the moonlight long gone to leave space for dawn.
You shot one last look to your lover and blew him a kiss, making him grin goofily, "Bye bye Guido."
"Love ya, Y/N."
And with those sweet words, you jumped out the window, only to transform into your bat form and flying off into the early morning sky, your presence and your scent still remaining in Mista's room, on his skin and on his clothes.
Certainly, he had nothing to worry about.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#writing#jojo#x reader#reader insert#jjba#jojo no kimyou na bouken#mista x reader#guido mista x reader#guido mista#mista#werewolf mista#reader is a vampire#vampire reader#monster au#part 5#jojo part 5#vento aureo#golden wind
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Say It Don’t Spray It
Pairing: John Laurens x reader
Warnings: Language, alcohol, suggestive material, FUCK TON OF ANGST KIDS, kinda sad, John doesn’t know when to shut up :,)
Part 2
Request: hey! my request was a laurens x reader where they're frenemies, n one day they get into this huge fight that stems from nothing, angst angst angst, and then he comes to her house to apologize. they simultaneously realize they have feelings for one another, and fluff fluff fluff...idek know after that lol - @notebookgirl30
Okay....WAYYYY OVERDUE I TOTALLY APOLOGIZE! Ngl this was a bit of a struggle to write because I just wanted to get a good feel of their “relationship/friendship” but I think I got it. Maybe? But I built a bigger storyline than expected so there’ll be a part 2. But yeah, hope you enjoy! Thank you @tinywhim for the title (you’re a real one, you don’t even know). Let me know if you want to be tagged! Leave me some feedback PLEASE!! And yeah! Enjoy!
“Has anyone ever told you you’re super boring?”
Y/N scoffed, “I’ve always loved your compliments, Angelica.”
She rolled her eyes, giving her coworker an exaggerated look. “You have nothing better to do on a Friday night. Normal people go out, and party and have fun! It’s the weekend, Y/N, you don’t have to worry about anything!”
That was an overstatement. Y/N actually did have lots to do, like finish her report and pay her bills and visit her parents and do actual adult things. Her partying days were over in college, and she knew that nothing good could come from a night surrounded by all of Angelica’s friends, some who happen to be their coworkers.
This was different though, in a way. Yes, it was Angelica’s birthday, but she was never good at social interaction, especially not at a club. These days she’ll go out with the Schuyler’s for a couple of drinks and go home and call it a day. That was enough for her, and she was okay with it. She was perfectly fine with her own friends telling her how she’s a buzzkill when it comes to partying. She was fine with not putting herself out there to guys because she didn’t think it was necessary right now.
She was comfortable at this point in her life, and she wasn’t going to ruin that over a drunken night at the club.
“Aren’t you two like best friends? You’re gonna miss your best friend’s birthday party?” Y/N turned to find John tutting in mock disapproval, swaying slightly on his chair.
“Will you butt out?” Y/N glared hard but it didn’t have the proper effect when he only laughed.
That’s the other problem. John is going to be there, which could only mean chaos. She’s been to enough office parties over the last two years to notice that he can’t hold his liquor and is incredibly loud. Not only were his obnoxious traits an issue, but there was something about him that got under her skin, not totally in a good way.
Eliza would never make her forget her little crush that sparked at the beginning of her job, when John was always nice to her and would give her this blinding smile. That sailed long ago, but apparently, a drunken night full of shared secrets was enough for the Schuyler to remember. Now, maybe there were some things that Y/N could pick out to prove to herself that he was an actual decent human being, but the John Laurens that had been sitting beside her for years was still John Laurens.
“I’m sitting three feet away from you,” He gestured at their desks that were only separated by a couple of inches. “I can literally hear everything you’re saying.”
“And he’s right!” Angelica reached over her desk and grabbed her hand. “It wouldn’t feel right if you weren’t there. Please, Y/N, it’s just a couple of hours. I promise if you really get uncomfortable you can leave, but I know you won’t because it is going to be amazing!”
Rolling her eyes yet again, Y/N did feel a little guilty. Angelica has always been there for her, through all the ups and downs, she’s been her biggest support system. It wouldn’t be fair to not celebrate her birthday with her.
“Fine,” Angelica practically squealed at her grumble. “But don’t count on me as your designated driver, because I might really dip out if it gets too rowdy for me.”
“Might as well not go then. Put me and Alex together, pshhh, you’ll be walking out the door as soon as you step in.” John winked, like he just knew how to get Y/N fired up and ready to argue back. Angelica knew too, as she pulled her hands toward her again, gaining her attention.
“Ignore him, I swear we will all have a good time! Plus, who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone there.”
She looked hopeful, almost as if this was her intention all along. But Y/N knew better, no matter how many times Angelica tried to set her up, she wouldn’t invite her somewhere only to be mislead and be set on a blind date.
“I am not interested, I am perfectly capable of finding someone on my own, if I choose.” She made sure to point out the last part so her friend would drop the subject.
“I’m just saying,” Angelica put her hands in up in defense, but still had that knowing look on her face like she didn’t believe her. Y/N sighed and got up from her chair, heading towards the break room for another coffee.
Upon entering, she noticed Thomas was already by the coffee machine, pouring his own cup. He looked up and raised a brow. “Long day?”
“And it’s only getting started,” Y/N rubbed a hand over her face and motioned towards the machine. “Are you done hogging that now?”
“Woah, woah, what did I do to be treated with such attitude?” Thomas chuckled and grabbed a cup for her.
“Sorry, I’m just...kind of stressed, not really looking forward to the weekend?”
“You mean Angelica’s party?” Thomas handed the cup over to her, nodding at her thanks and watched her add cream into the liquid.
“Yes, actually. I’m not really good at parties, I think they’re too exciting for me. Go on, say it, I’m a boring buzzkill.” It’s not like she’s ever heard anything different before when trying to explain how she’d rather stay at home and unwind while reading a book or watching tv and just relaxing, instead of being surrounded by sweaty bodies and drinking till she grows numb.
“Now why are you putting words in my mouth? I was actually going to say I agree with you.” Y/N looked up in shock, not believing that Thomas Jefferson was one to refuse a party invitation.
“Really? You don’t like parties?”
“Not that I don’t like them, sometimes they grow old. It’s the same scene over and over again and I’d rather switch it up a bit, change the location, you know?” He had a small smile on his face, looking like he was fonding over some memory.
“You’re right, it must be so hard being invited to parties all the time!” Y/N smirked as he gasped dramatically in mock offense. It only lead to them giggling to each other, only stopping when someone else cleared their throat from the doorway.
Y/N found John standing, his usual smile gone and replaced with a frown and furrowed brows. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No, no, I was just leaving actually,” Thomas made way to the exit before hesitating, turning back to look at Y/N. “I’ll see you at the party, Y/N.”
She waved shyly, watching him walk away. It was comforting talking to Thomas, in a way. They didn’t do it very often, but when they did Y/N felt relaxed.
Lost in her thoughts, a cough startled her and she realized she was standing in John’s way. Y/N stepped to the side, muttering an apology and thinking how Friday night might not be so bad.
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It’s not that Y/N doubted that Angelica would not settle for less than a full out, top quality club. But she didn’t think that it would include a private floor, filled with a bunch of people that Y/N didn’t know. Luckily, she spotted the birthday girl herself from across the room.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” Angelica screamed over the music that was blasting from the floor below. She was well passed tipsy already, but she knew that Angelica would want to sober up before the night was over. She was never one to purposefully forget her birthday. “Come on, let’s get you a drink!”
She pulled her over towards the overcrowded bar, pushing passed drunks and couples dancing, Y/N even got stumbled into and turned to find a familiar head of curls.
“Watch it, Laurens!” The glare sent his way was enough to make him sheepishly smile.
“My bad,” John walked off towards a booth in the corner, surrounded by a few other men, one who she had recognized as a friend of Thomas.
A shot was shoved into her hand and soon enough, so were two more. Once a proper drink was in her hold, Angelica invited her to a game of pool with her sisters.
Somehow, Y/N got surrounded by a bunch of people that she didn’t know. Angelica had been dragged over by a short man, which meant Y/N was dragged as well. It was the booth full of John’s friends, and they had made their impression, that was for sure.
“Ah, and who do we have here?” Thomas’s friend came over and smiled, making Angelica smirk and push his chest.
“Laf, this is Y/N,” Even though they had never met before, Lafayette beamed at the mention of her name.
“So, this is the famous Y/N we have heard so much about, heh?” He grinned devilishly, like he knew something that she didn’t. It was strange, what would Angelica have said about her?
“Nice to meet you,” Y/N stuck out her hand politely.
“Oh please, the pleasure is all mine, cherie!” He took her hand and placed a gentle kiss in her knuckles. She giggled at his performance, looking to see if anyone else was buying the act. But when she looked around to see if anyone else knew something, she only saw John glaring at his friend while sipping on his drink.
Her coworker’s odd behavior was enough for her to move herself to the bar, ordering another drink for herself. As the bartender handed her the cup, he told her that it was already paid for, pointing her in the direction to a man across the room. He was cute, and if the look in his eye told her anything, it was the words Angelica had said.
You don’t have to worry about anything.
Maybe you’ll meet someone.
Perhaps she was right.
She was tired of everyone telling her how boring she was.
Y/N found herself dancing with the guy, not bothering to learn his name and more focused on her hips moving with his. The lips on her neck gave her a rush, like she was finally doing something fun and risky.
His hands were pulling at the hem of her dress when she was jolted forward. The guy had bumped into her hard, and when she turned around she found out it wasn’t the guys fault, but John’s.
“What the hell man?” The guy got up in his face. Y/N couldn’t really hear what they were saying, but it looked like it was something threatening. Laf, the short man and another one of John’s friends appeared, trying to pull him back and tell him to just leave it alone. John wasn’t having it, took to pushing the guy hard once more.
It was a giant commotion that got security involved, and Y/N was over it. She ran out of the club, tears brimming her eyes as she thought about what exactly just happened.
John always had to ruin the night. John always had a problem with her.
John also stopped her from calling a cab, grabbing her hand just as she reached the sidewalk and calling her name.
“What the fuck, John? What the hell was that for?” Y/N screamed, wide eyed and wondering why when she was finally having a good time, he had to fuck it up.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry! I just- I couldn’t let him-”
“Couldn’t let him what? Touch me? Dance with me? Why? How does that have anything to do with you, John?” Nothing was connecting, there was never a time she could recall where John cared about her love life.
“He was an asshole anyways, alright? Was he really all that to you? Okay, if anything I was helping you!” If he could actually believe that, John was growing angry, too. He had no right to be, but his kept spitting out words that only made Y/N fill with rage.
“What did I ever do to you? Why? Why do you have such a problem with me?” While furious was an understatement, she seemed to be more confused as to why John got involved anyways. She was finally inching out of her shell and he just had to give her a reason to want to never leave her apartment again.
“I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N. I’m drunk, I’m-I didn’t mean to do that, I just-”
“Just what?” While John was stumbling with his words, she knew better. “Being drunk is not an excuse against your actions!”
"I was just trying to make a point! He was all over you, I thought you were uncomfortable!” He narrowed his eyes, and he’d grown more angry than regretful only a few seconds before.
“Well, I wasn’t! I am a grown woman, John, I’m allowed to have fun and meet guys! I was having a good time until you had to ruin it!”
“Jesus- I was just looking out for you! It’s not my fault you’re such a whore-”
The world seemed to stop as the two screaming voices died instantly at the sharp sound of the hit. John locked his jaw before he lifted his hand to rub his cheek. When he finally lifted his eyes, he saw Y/N pursing her lips in pure rage, a single tear streak ran down her cheek. She looked so small, fragile in a way that made him want to wrap her in his arms and promise that he would make sure that nothing ever hurt her.
He had already proven that he could never do such a thing.
“Fuck you, John.” Y/N whispered and turned, leaving him standing alone, full of regret.
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Top 10 Nugu Kpop Releases, According To Me
For the record, I did try to include boy groups on this list but none of them could crack a top 10 this solid. YouTube & Spotify
10. "Psycho4U" - GIRLKIND (November 4)
This whole thing is just art. Usually a song like this would be a B-side, but it really shines as a title track. I don't want to get too into what I like about the music video since I know this is gonna end up on that list too, but its quality surprised me. I really love the styling and the choreography is so satisfying to watch. I'm really glad Ellyn got to shine this era! I love her voice.
9. "TOMBOY" - KIARA (October 11)
I love everything this girl does and I'm so glad she was able to have a comeback. The song is a little underproduced, but that's one of my favourite qualities in nugu Kpop so I'm not actually complaining. I love the EDM and I think her light voice really compliments the sharp instrumental. That all-black outfit... woah. The dance break is lowkey out of place and definitely was supposed to be a proper bridge but it still slaps and I'd rather they did that than force her to sing outside of her abilities.
8. "DDALALA" - XUM (September 23)
I've already raved about the pure nugu excellence this is on another list but I have to say it again - how dare this be in such good quality? I'm fucking hypnotised. I'm obsessed.
7. "VILLAIN" - AleXa (July 16)
Not to be controversial, but I actually think she's one of the best dancers in Kpop. She improves more and more with every comeback and I like that this music video wasn't so overloaded with story and CGI because I felt like her actual talent was starting to get buried there.
6. "SAY MY NAME" - ANS (January 10)
Its early release date means I almost forgot it exists, but listening to it again now I remember why I was so obsessed with it at the time. It's so damn catchy and the choreography is mesmerising - their synchronisation!! I'm interested to see what the redebut brings, even if it only has one or two of the original members.
5. "OH YA YA YA" - LUNARSOLAR (September 2)
It's just so much fun to watch or listen to. I'm obsessed with the choreography too - it's so cute and bouncy. I really hope they keep doing this concept. I just wish it had come out earlier - September is kinda late for what is obviously meant to be a summer song (though I respect why they may have had to delay its release).
4. "QUEEN" - 3YE (February 21)
The instrumental is just so intense. I love the song as it is, I do, but I also kinda wish they weren't singing over that beat drop because I fucking love trance EDM. The pace of this song is so exciting to follow and I love the mafia concept of the music video. I also appreciate that the director didn't fall into the trap of using ridiculous strobe effects just because its an EDM song - that can ruin a music video for me in most cases.
3. "Scandalous" - KEEMBO (May 23)
This song is destined to be underrated forever, I know. But it's genuinely amazing and as cheap as the music video is it's still so much fun to watch. I’m forever glad these two redebuted.
2. “D.B.D.B.DIB” - SATURDAY (August 3)
This was such a fun comeback. The gym outfits are underrated and I kinda wish they’d worn those on a music show, lol - but I do love the outfits Juyeon designed! But damn, the way that chorus punches you... you don’t expect that power from a cute concept.
1. “NUMNUM” - DAYDREAM (February 23)
Yeah, again. Obviously. If you’ve been paying attention to any of my lists, you should’ve seen this coming. Go and stream it again for me. Side note: I still think it’s fucking hilarious that this music video was only out for a week before 3/4 members left the group. They can only go down as one of the best nugu groups of all time.
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Alright um wow! i actually kept up with this!
if you don’t know i started drawing as a new years resolution lol and um wow! here i am doing a year end review!
also like?? the fact i started out with a few random colored pencils i found in my basement, a single pencil, and a single sheet of paper?? and that’s all i used for 2 and a half months???
aND now im using a whole ass drawing tablet??? it’s kinda wild lol
Also from this point forwards i post higher quality versions of the art & go into details about the art so um yeah, it’s a *very* long post to end the year on
January 2020
um yeah i had only started drawing like 4 days before this and wow it fucking shows lmao
(also all of my first drawings are just straight up scenes from Ghost & Pals PVs because wow froggy your so creative only drawing the things you watch on youtube lmfao)
February 2020
Okay but like,, yeah yeah i get i only had a month of experience and all of my experience happened on a single piece of paper but like?? why is this one so fucking bad?? lmao like i remember even at the time of making it i hated it lmao.
Also super cool note this was my first drawing i did in full color! i later decided that it looked weird having only a bit of the paper colored so i went back and colored the whole thing because dumbass froggy is a dumbass
March 2020
omg woah is that more drawings of ghost & pals oc’s in the exact same pose as in the PV?? that’s like, so creative bro
Also the fact that i very clearly remember thinking that his head was *way* too small to be realistic but i felt like the older art where there heads are literally wider then there whole ass body was fine??? hewwo??? froggy?? you good? like i know your kinda stupid but heWWO???
April 2020
Okay okay okay heres where things start to get interesting
1. I found a sketchbook and was no longer limited to that single piece of paper
2. I started editing my photos so i could actually get the colors i wanted
3. I started my tumblr uwu!
4. and i actually?? don’t hate this?? like yeah it’s still not creative in the slightest but it’s not *bad* and i kinda like that shade of red :flushed:
May 2020
yeah no your not getting a high quality version of this
So basically this was the month when i started moving over to digital art using my phone and wow was that rough getting used to (but also it was so much easier for me to do with my set up lmao)
June 2020
Yeah i like to pretend this one doesn’t exist lmfao
This was the month where i first started taking like?? proper reference photos for my art and i was actually starting to be creative with it and come up with my own ideas,, just,, all of my art from this month looks *exactly* like the reference photos except worse to the point where im not sure if i can even call it art lmfao
July 2020
To say this month of my life was a shitshow wouldn’t even begin to cover it lmao so um yeah, i drew that!
also?? if i remember correct my mother stole the little art supplies i had just cause and that’s why this one isn’t in color or anything lmao
August 2020
I feel like it was around this point that my digital art actually started being *somewhat* good but i still wasn’t *super* happy with it
September 2020
This is literally the only thing i drew in september and it took all of like 10 mins lmao,
I remember feeling just kinda burnt out and like i had no ideas by this point cause as we have figured out im *very* well known for being creative
October 2020
By this point it had been 3 months since i had done a full traditional drawing so i remember being like ummm i really should do *something* but not really actually liking this art lmao
November 2020
Feeling like i had wasted like the whole year drawing wise and feeling like i was capable of doing so much more i decided to try and do a full drawing everyday for this whole month and yeah!
i fucking did that lmao,
i feel like this was this month was the first time i ever really like, *understood* shading and how to use color ig?
i also feel like i really kinda found out what i *actually* wanted to make this month so that’s very cool
December 2020
You guys are gonna have to wait until these posts go up in january to see this art in high quality sorry not sorry
Can i just?? can i just say how fucking good it felt to be able to make whatever i wanted without having to rush to finish it before midnight every day?
and i really did just make what i wanted to meaning that this month i made more edgy shit then normal and just aghhh feels good man
aLSO ALSO i got a drawing tablet mid way through this month so um yeah, still getting used to that lol
overall im like, really actually kinda proud of how far my art has come within a year and i really don’t have any plans to stop soon!
and lastly thank you to everyone who has followed me! (also shout out to like, all of you guys watching me from the begining because damn fan art does so much better then my oc art lmfao)
#my art#art#digital art#traditional art#thank you#my art through the year#keeping tags light on this cause i really put no effort into this post and im just gonna act like there are no typos#despite knowing there are probably at least 50 lmao#probably a typo in one of these tags lmfao
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Hey idk how many asks ur getting but I hope ur not being bombarded or anything. If u could, would u write a scene where jack loses little!matt cuz oops Matt just ran off during errands. He runs into various NYC heroes/vigilantes and in the end Matt has them all trailing him as they try to find jack together. Meanwhile jack panics and anxiety.
This got long and definitely wasn’t quite what you were thinking of, but I think it’s still pretty okay.
I’m putting the 2nd half under the cut since it’s so long (sorry mobile folks)
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There was a huge fanfare in the streets; some guy with money was apparently strolling through the Kitchen and folks had come out to stare back at him when he started eyeing up their buildings, as was their way. Santiago’s was helping this by leaving a couple of folding tables outside the restaurant doors with ‘Make Peace Not Weapons’ fliers on it next to a couple of flats of eggs.
What was to be done with said eggs was not stated. People around here just knew.
None of that had ever been Jack’s bag, honestly. He was busy. Politics had always been background noise to his daily scrounging and scraping and really, this crowd was going to be the death of him.
He caught Rudy and the others crowded around the doorway of the gym and scream-asked over the noise of the crowd gathering around the edges of the streets if they’d seen Matt.
No, they hadn’t. He wasn’t out playing with Rudy’s kids; they were at their grandmother’s.
Rudy told him to try the church’s playground. A lot of the local kids had climbed up on the fence over there to watch the protest.
Aigh.
Matty knew better than to go that far without asking, but Jack went anyways.
Normally, he’d be panicking, but these were the streets that Matt grew up in; that he himself had grown up in. Th folks lining the pavement here knew him and his kid. They’d keep an eye out and make sure Matt didn’t get kidnapped or anything like that.
He got to the church and saw that Grace was standing outside, shaking her head at all the kids lining the top of the fence. He made wide gestures to catch her attention. She met him at the front of the church with a frown.
“No, he’s not here,” she said. “I saw him go past, though, with the McKenzies’ girl. They’re alright. They went and found a football, the two of them.”
Ahhhhh.
That was 100% Mrs. Green’s doing. She’d had a yard sale for her kids’ shit the other day. Jack had seen a couple of basketballs and footballs in among the stuff. She must not have gotten rid of all of it.
Grace waved him in the direction of the green lot the next street up. It was where most of the neighborhood children spent their time—in the daytime, playing and in the nighttime, for the older ones, experimenting.
Jack struggled through the crowd that way but got caught up in a mass of jeering and jostling when Mr. Moneybags, Whoever finally got out of his car.
Are you serious, y’all?
He called over folks to move, that he was after his fuckin’ kid, and they tried as best as they could to let him back.
Finally, blessedly, he stumbled back out on to the pavement and blew out a breath. Then headed off towards the park.
Sure enough, Matt was there, holding a football that was way too big for him with Perry, the MacKenzies’ girl. They’d evidently been playing the first-grade equivalent of tackle football, if Jack was reading the color in their faces and the dried grass all over them right.
He started that way and was so preoccupied with planning out the conversation he and Matt were about to have that he didn’t hear the folks shouting behind him. Matt saw him and perked up. He handed off the football and met Jack at the water fountain in the middle of their paths. He knew he was in trouble.
Jack put his hands on his hips to emphasize it and was validated at the guilty dropped eyes he got in return.
“Uh-huh,” he said. “That’s what I thought. Come on, then. You know what comes next.”
Matt scowled and dropped his face, mumbling out excuses.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you,” Jack said.
Matt pouted.
“Hey, you’re in the way,” a new voice said. Jack stood up straight and glared over his shoulder.
“You got the whole pavement, asshole. Go around,” he snapped.
And the next thing he knew, there was a man in a suit manhandling him off the concrete onto the grass.
“You need to move,” the guy growled.
Oh hell no. Not in this neighborhood, pal.
Jack shoved him back; the guy wasn’t prepared for that, it would seem. He fell back right on his ass and stared up, stunned.
“Who do you think you are?” the man babbled, struggling up. He had some kind of thing in his ear, like a secret service man.
Jack huffed at him and went back to collect Matt. They evidently couldn’t have this discussion here.
“HEY. I’m talking to you.”
The second the hand hit his shoulder, time fast-forwarded and Jack came back to himself with the dude with a bloody hand slapped over his face and a fucking roaring crowd of neighbors all around him.
Oh, shit.
“Shit,” he said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” the asshole snarled, ripping his hand away from his mouth to reveal a split lip. “You come out here to assault one of Tony Stark’s bodyguards, huh? You one of these fuckin’ low lives who think they own this city? Hit me again, pal. We’ll see who’s the real winner in the court of law, huh?”
Woah.
Hey, now. Jack had just been trying to apologize.
“FUCK ‘IM UP, JACKIE,” Someone shrieked from the middle of the crowd in the street.
“Jackie? Your name’s Jackie? Jackie what? Full name and address, asshole, give it to me,” the suit demanded.
This.
Was not excellent.
“Listen man,” Jack said as calmly as the roiling, bubbling heat in his chest would allow. “I’m just trying to pick up my kid, alright? So why don’t you fuck off and we both pretend like none of this ever happened?”
The suit scoffed.
“Sure,” he jeered, “Yeah, you pick up your little bitch and clear out. Why don’t we do just that?”
Um.
Oof.
Mm.
“Daddy?”
MMF.
Jack could not break this man in half in front of his son.
He could not make this man beg for mercy in front of his son.
No. That wasn’t true. He could. But he wouldn’t. He had an example to set.
“Yo, what’s going on here? Will, is everything alright?”
The suit suddenly broke eye contact with Jack and turned to a short dude dressed in an obnoxious hoodie and flip flops.
“Everything is just fine, Mr. Stark,” he said, all prim and proper. “This guy’s just impeding the walkway.”
Mr. Stark—fuck, that explained a lot—had to be around Jack’s age. He had dark eyelashes and was probably pretty in other parts of the city. But here? Nah, a pretty man was a working man and this guy, for all his unshaven jaw and tousled hair, was not it.
“Alright, so move, man,” Stark said towards Jack. “It’s public property. You don’t own it.”
“You don’t either,” Jack pointed out to another uproar in the crowd.
Stark chewed on his tongue and chuckled.
He held his hands up.
“That’s fair,” he said. “Leave it, Will. He’s not bothering anyone.”
Will the Suit blustered all over.
“He’s assaulted me, sir,” he said, pointing at his lip. “Not to mention, he’s obviously out here to rile up the crowd.”
“I’m just out here to pick up my son,” Jack snapped.
“So pick him up and get out of the fuckin’ way already,” Will growled.
Ho, ho, motherfucker.
Jack did not move. He held the guy’s eye.
“Daddy.” Matt’s little hands found their way to his wrist.
He was scared. And the thought sent another ripple of heat through Jack’s body.
This was their neighborhood. This was Matt’s home. Jack’s home. And he wouldn’t be treated like shit in it. He wouldn’t teach Matt to bow his head to people with more money.
“You heard your kid,” Will the suit said, “Good to know the next generation here’s got some kinda brains in their heads. Lay off.”
“You ain’t better than us,” Jack spat. He stood up tall and breathed slow. “None of you. This is our city, not yours. So get the fuck out. We don’t need your fuckin’ money, Stark.” He twisted his head to make direct eye contact with this man and his tousled hair and eyelashes.
This wasn’t about some shithead in a suit anymore.
Stark tipped his own face slowly to the side.
“You got guts,” he said. “But honestly, man, you all actually could use my money. You got holes in your shirt, friend. You think—”
“We’d rather have a park than a store we can’t afford to buy from,” Jack said.
“So shop somewhere else,” Stark replied with wide hands. “But this isn’t about a store, you know. This is about an office; a whole five floors of new jobs—”
“Yeah, as janitors,” A gal with a sign on her shoulder said, squirming out of the crowd. “As service people to the rich lapdogs you drag in here to do your business for you.”
“You’d have new patrons for your fine establishments,” Stark said calmly to her.
“Oh sure, I bet they’d flock here, yeah,” the gal drawled. “Them and their pretty white families, with all their pretty, GAP clothes. And you know what they’d do, Stark? They’d start complaining about the quality of our ‘fine establishments.’ They’d start demanding shit we can’t afford, to the point where we’d have to find ways to afford ‘em, just so that we could make an honest living—and by then, our own moms and neighbors wouldn’t be able afford to pay for our so-called fine services.”
“So they would go somewhere else, and you would still be making a profit,” Stark reasoned.
“I should be able to do laundry at the laundromat closest to my house,” the gal pointed out to a chorus of support. “It’s not about money. It’s about community.”
Stark huffed.
“And what a community it is,” he said sarcastically. “You got this guy out here, punching people on the streets ‘cause he can’t keep his kid under control, you got used needles on every corner, trash piling up in the gutters—you call that ‘community?’”
“I call it poverty,” the woman said.
“Business and investment will help alleviate—”
“Mr. Stark,” the woman interrupted, “For all them brains in your head, you sure aren’t good at thinking. Or listening. So why don’t you just take a moment for the next minute and practice. Just listen. Look at me—really look, sir.”
Stark did, but he made it real clear that he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart.
“If you really cared about poverty,” the gal said slowly, “You and all your war money and all your millionaire and billionaire friends would fund community programs. Hell’s Kitchen doesn’t need new businesses, Mr. Stark. We have plenty of our own. What we need are services. Better services. More services. We need people who want to help us as people. Not clients. Not customers. As a community of human beings. And until you really, truly understand what that means, you and your friends aren’t welcome here in Hell’s Kitchen. So, sir, what do you say?”
The crowd fell silent. Jack lifted his chin and stared down at Stark around it just in case he or his security detail got any ideas.
Stark glanced up at him, then back at the woman and then, for the briefest second, at Matt barely peeking out from behind Jack’s hip.
He cleared his throat.
“Well, I see that we’re not welcome here,” he said. “Perhaps we can table this discussion for now due to community concerns, which I’m sure we can overcome in the future. What do you say, Miss?”
“Mrs,” the woman corrected. “I say you’re welcome to try as many times as you want.”
Stark looked her over and scoffed.
“Oh, I will,” he said, “I got this little thing called ‘spite’ in me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman said peacefully.
Stark didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything. He puffed himself up and told his guards that he was ready to go. This visit was not worth extending.
The crowd parted to let him and his suits through and was more or less quiet as they all watched him get in his fancy car and drive away.
Jack felt the tension in his shoulders settled down. He stroked a hand over Matt’s hair.
“Thanks for the rescue, Bess,” he said.
Bess beamed up at him.
“Anytime, Jackie,” she said. “Anytime.”
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AHEM.
Bess Mahoney was Hell’s Kitchen’s main superhero before DD. Thank you and good night.
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For the bthb, would do gunshot wound for Dick with a healthy dose of either Bruce or Jay (or both!!) taking care of him?
So, normally I try to post these in the order I get them, because I write them super slowly and I don’t think it’s fair to do newer ones first. But I’ve been really struggling with writer’s block recently and felt like doing a Batman prompt! Don’t worry everyone else - I promise I’m still working on your prompts!
Bite the Bullet
Fandom: Batman
Prompt: Gunshot Wound
Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd
Warnings: Violence, Blood and Injury, Gun Violence, Hostage situations
Summary: If they were in costume, this wouldn’t even be a workout – Jason could probably take the three of them down without breaking a sweat. But they aren’t in costume and they don’t have any of their gear and no amount of martial arts training is going to stop a bullet – not the way that Kevlar does.
Read it on AO3 here!
Dick isn’t even supposed to be here. He should be in Bludhaven, on patrol or relaxing in his little shithole of an apartment – not crouching under a grubby, fast-food restaurant table, face pressed uncomfortably close to Bruce’s, the hard frame of his seat digging into his back. But, then, when has anything in Dick’s life gone the way it’s supposed to?
The only reason he’s here is because of Jason. Because it’s the kid’s birthday, and Jason had asked, and whatever Dick’s feelings towards Bruce at the moment, he couldn’t refuse when the kid had so genuinely seemed to want him there. So, he had spent an awkward evening playing tenpin bowling and watching a movie. And it had been worth it to see the happiness on Jason’s face, even if Bruce had spent the whole night being tense and gruff and obviously unhappy. They had finished it up with chili dogs at some godawful fast food joint that Bruce wouldn’t have been seen dead in if Jason hadn’t begged him. Then they had followed that up with an armed robbery turned hostage situation, because wasn’t that what every thirteen-year-old dreamed of?
Bruce had seen them first, because even as a civilian, he couldn’t turn off his paranoia-induced hyper-vigilance. He had gone stiff and pale – well, stiffer and paler – then he’d growled “Down” and disappeared under the table, dragging Jason with him as he went. Dick had obeyed automatically - because of course he did, even though he hated himself for it - and then they’d all been crowded under the table, bracketed on either side by the low booth benches, pressed right up against the table support and each other. The gunshots had followed less than a few seconds later.
Get under the table. Keep your head down. Do exactly what they say and don’t make any trouble. Don’t try to be a hero. You can’t rely on the police, but if you’re lucky the Bats will turn up and then all you need to do is keep out of the way and make sure you aren’t caught up in the crossfire. Almost everyone in Gotham knows the drill. Hell, Bruce had given Dick his own version of the instructions just weeks after he had taken him in. You never know when you’re going to be caught up in some supervillain scheme, or a hostage situation, or even something as mundane as a robbery gone wrong.
They aren’t going to be lucky tonight – all of the Bats are here, conveniently collected all in the same place, and not a single one of them with their suits. Well, Bruce probably has at least a few gadgets hidden on him right now, but there’s not much he can do with them as Bruce Wayne. Batman isn’t likely to turn up tonight.
The gunshots stutter to a halt. No screams, no crying - so most likely no one’s hurt. Just warning shots then. Dick huffs out a relieved breath, feels Bruce relax almost imperceptibly against him. In the silence that follows, he can hear his father’s low, slow breaths, the shallow pants that Jason is making. Can practically hear their hearts beating.
“Everybody out!” Loud and rough. A thick, Gothamite accent. Nobody moves. “I said everybody get out here right now, before I come ‘round and blow you out.”
Not the word choice Dick would have used, but it spurs the diner into action anyway. Dick moves first, unfolding himself from under the table, but keeping low. Takes a deliberate sweep of the room before dropping his eyes back to the tile again. Three guys. Five guns. An easy fight for Nightwing, but there’s not much chance of Richie Grayson taking them out if he doesn’t want to blow his cover. Jason emerges behind him, followed closely by Bruce, looming protectively over him, even from his knees. The kid is small for his age, but it still strikes Dick exactly how bigBruce is. For some reason, it seems more noticeable in his civilian clothes, even without the bulk of his armour – or perhaps because of it.
“Get over here,” the gunman snarls, gesturing at the circle of open space by the counter with his rifle. “On your knees.”
They aren’t the only ones in the diner: there’s an elderly couple, the man clutching a cane and clearly in pain as he shuffles along on his knees; three teenage girls; a woman and her young son; and the kid from behind the counter, young and awkward and pimply and obviously terrified. Jason’s gaze zeroes in on the little kid as soon as they start shuffling towards the counter, and, honestly, Dick doesn’t know his new little brother as well as he should do, but he recognises the look on Jason’s face. This isn’t good.
Bruce positions himself mostly in front of the two of them, and Dick jostles Jason even further back with his shoulder, pressing him close behind Bruce and shoring up the other side. It’s not a guarantee of Jason’s safety, especially if the kid decides to make trouble, but it eases some of the tight, not-quite panic in Dick’s chest, knowing that he’s not in the direct line of fire. Jason doesn’t seem to appreciate it much, though, if the glare he sends Dick’s way is anything to go by.
“Phones. Money. Jewellery. In the bag.”
One of the girls beside Dick whimpers and Jason tenses. So, does Bruce, huge shoulders shifting. It’s mostly an act, Dick thinks, because Batman might be calm under pressure, but Bruce Wayne isn’t supposed to be.
Masks cover the gunmen’s faces – generic balaclava style – but Dick gets the distinct impression that the guy who steps forward, a canvas bag clutched in one hand, and a gun in the other, is pretty young. There’s a hesitant quality to the way he moves. When he shakes the bag in the elderly couple’s face, he doesn’t speak.
No one else speaks either, as they deposit their valuables into the bag. No one tries to play hero. The tension in the room is almost a physical thing, but Dick thinks they might get away without any injuries. Even the little boy, too young to really understand what’s happening, is silent – you have to learn quickly in Gotham.
Then the gunman circles around to them, and Dick and Bruce both start systematically shedding themselves of their valuables, and the masked man in front of them says: “Holy shit, it’s Bruce Wayne.”
Shit. Bruce hesitates, the hand currently dropping his expensive watch into the bag hovering mid-air. The tension in the room snaps taught. This has just morphed from a simple robbery into something else, and everyone around them knows it.
“What?” One of masked-man’s friends steps forward, gun hefted in his hand, to cast a critical eye over the three of them. “No way. What would Bruce Wayne be doing at this place? He goes to fancy restaurants and shit.”
“I’m telling you, that’s Wayne,” the first guy argues. Definitely young, if his voice is anything to go by. “Those are his kids right: circus kid and the little street rat.”
Another once over, more considering. Bruce’s shoulders shift again. Not an act this time.
“Damn, you’re right. I can’t believe it, Bruce Wayne in a fucking fast food place? We hit the jackpot.” He leans forward and snatches the watch out of Bruce’s slack hand. Shakes it in his face. “Think you could get away with giving us this old shit, huh? Sitting on mountains of cash and that’s all you can spare us?”
“I’ve given you everything I –“
“Shut up,” the guy snaps and Bruce falls silent. It’s difficult to tell whether the little tremor of fear in his voice is real or not. If they were in costume, this wouldn’t even be a workout – Jason could probably take the three of them down without breaking a sweat. But they aren’t in costume and they don’t have any of their gear and no amount of martial arts training is going to stop a bullet – not the way that Kevlar does. And even after all his years as Batman, Dick knows Bruce still has a hang up about guns. Whatever his and Dick’s relationship is like right now, having them pointed at his kids must have Bruce feeling some type of way.
“Bet you could get us some proper money in a heartbeat, huh? Call up your butler, or whatever, and have it transferred?”
Bruce’s jaw tightens. In front of them, the young guy shifts back and forth in a way that has Dick’s skin prickling. Nervous guy holding a gun is never a good combination.
“Are you sure we should-?”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure.” Behind the mask, Dick sees his eyes flicker over both Dick and Jason and Dick’s skin prickles again. “You need some motivation, Wayne? You gonna make me hurt your kids?”
Then he’s reaching for Jason and Bruce shifts, but the gun is right there and –
“No I don’t -“
Fingers close around Jason’s arm.
“Woah, wait –“
He’s yanked off of the floor. Jason grunts in pain.
“I don’t think we should –“
And, like an idiot, Dick reaches for him and –
Bang.
The gunshot is loud enough to set Dick’s ears ringing, reverberating through his skull and pressing against his ears with an almost physical sensation. The man holding Jason’s arm lets go as if he’s been electrocuted and Dick falls back on his ass, clutching Jason protectively against his chest. Nobody screams – not Dick, not Jason, not Bruce, not any of the people clustered around them. In contrast to the ring of the gunshot in Dick’s ears, the rest of the room is deathly silent.
Warmth splashes against Dick’s chest, as if someone’s thrown their coffee over his shirt, or he’s gotten into a shower still dressed.
Jason’s hit. Shit, Jason’s hit.
The world narrows to the kid in Dick’s arms. Jason’s lying half-across Dick’s lap, still and silent, face pressed into his older brother’s shoulder. Dick shifts onto his knees, holding Jason tight against him with one arm, turning his face away with the other so that he can get a better look at him. There’s blood already soaking Dick’s shirt. Dark red slashed across Jason’s arm, splattered over his neck and cheek.
“Jason? Shit, Jason, where were you hit?”
Wide, white eyes blink back up at him. Around them, the room is silent, the air drawn taught and shivering, fragile as glass. A hand presses against the back of Dick’s neck, huge and warm and – Bruce, Dick had almost forgotten he was here. When he looks up, Bruce is very close.
“Let go of him, Dick. It’s OK.”
Only, it’s not OK, because Dick has never seen that sort of fear on Bruce’s face – not without the cowl to cover the worst of it. His face is so white it almost glows, his eyes a dark counterpoint, his mouth a tight black line. Dick almost flinches under the weight of that gaze.
“Holy shit! You shot his kid. You fucking idiot!”
“Nah, it was an accident. It was an accident. I didn’t sign up to shoot nobody.”
“You just did, asshole. I can’t believe this.”
Dick’s ears are still ringing. The voices seem simultaneously too loud, as if they’re being shouted right in his ear, and very far away. The hand on the back of his neck tightens. Beneath him, Jason makes a soft, frightened sound.
Bruce’s other hand lifts to press firmly against Dick’s shoulder and Dick rocks back with the movement, surprised by his body’s acquiescence. Jason struggles against him, but Dick just tightens his grip. Why is Bruce worried about him? It’s Jason that’s hurt. It’s Jason that might be dying.
“Let go of him,” Bruce says, softly, as he lowers Dick to the ground. “We need to put pressure on the wound.”
Right. They need to get Jason into a better position. Need to find where he’s been hit.
“Shut up! Shut up and stop moving.”
Above him, Bruce goes tense. He doesn’t lift his hands from Dick, just goes perfectly still. His mouth twists - anger and fear and, if he was in costume, Dick would be honestly worried for the thugs.
But he’s not in costume. He’s Bruce Wayne.
“Please,” Bruce begs, voice low and tremulous. And it’s difficult to tell how much of it is his rich idiot Brucie Wayne persona, and how much of it is real. “Please let me call him an ambulance. He’ll die if we don’t do anything.”
Die. Jesus, they can’t let Jason die. That can’t happen.
The gun presses hard into the back of Bruce’s head, bows him forward under the pressure. Bruce grunts. Grits his teeth. Keeps his eyes on Dick.
“I know you didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I’ll give you as much money as you need, just let me help him.”
“Shit…we can’t…shit!”
The gun disappears and Dick can see the way Bruce relaxes – the droop of his shoulders, the flex of his jaw. The hand on his shoulder slides over to Dick’s chest and presses firmly and -
Heat flares through Dick’s chest. Burns like fire through his lungs, his ribs, his throat. It takes him utterly by surprise. Knocks the breath right out of him. It’s as though he can feel the path the bullet took, burning molten lava right through him, setting every nerve and vein and muscle alight. Dick chokes. Feels blood bubbling at the back of his throat. Wants to scream but can’t even drag in a breath.
Oh, oh. It wasn’t Jason that was shot – it was him. Through the shock and the adrenaline, he hadn’t even felt it.
He feels it now.
“It’s OK, Dick,” Bruce murmurs above him, pressing relentlessly against Dick’s chest. Dick writhes, lets go of Jason to press sweat-slick fingers against Bruce’s wrist, trying desperately to push him away. “It’s OK, I’ve got you.”
“B?” Jason’s face swims into Dick’s view - now that he’s released him - pale and scared and still splattered in blood. Dick’s blood. “Is he -?”
“I need you to call an ambulance,” Bruce interrupts. “I need to keep pressure on this.”
“I don’t-“
“No!”
Jason flinches, eyes flickering to the man suddenly looming over them, pressing himself closer against Bruce’s side almost automatically. Bruce shifts his weight but doesn’t take his hands off Dick’s chest. Fear throbs through Dick, a strange, cold undercurrent to the fiery pain.
“No one is calling anyone, OK? Not until we have our money.”
“I can’t get you the money without calling someone,” Bruce grits out, in a poor approximation of calm. “And my son needs an ambulance right now. Not once the transaction has gone through.”
At least, that’s what Dick thinks he says. The world seems to swim around him, people’s voices oddly distorted, filtering in and out of focus. Dick’s vision is strangely blurry. Distantly, he’s aware that he’s breathing too shallowly, chest constricted beneath an iron band of pain. His head feels too light. Someone touches his cheek, too soft to be Bruce, too small, and besides, Bruce is still pressing relentlessly against Dick’s chest.
“Hey Dickface, don’t pass out on us now.”
Maybe it’s not just the fear that’s cold. Maybe it’s his whole body, because Jason’s hand feels too hot against his face. Dick shivers. Doesn’t have the energy to protest the stupid nickname. He’s too heavy, too tired, too out-of-his-head.
Above him Jason frowns, then he pats his cheek, hard enough that Dick winces. “I said don’t-“
Heavy footsteps. The flash of a gun. Another flinch, cutting off whatever Jason was going to say. Dick wants to reach for his brother. Wants to pull him close and protect him, but his arms are too heavy to lift, and his chest screams at just the thought, burning like a wildfire through his throat. He whimpers.
Bruce leans over them both, shifting, forcing Jason close against Dick’s chest, and Jason lets him, his face pinched and too pale. Small hands press against the mess of blood coating Dick’s front, sliding through the slick liquid pooling on his chest. Then there’s more pressure, more pain. Dick chokes.
“I’ll get you the money,” Bruce is saying, somewhere far away. His hands waver across Dick’s vision - hands up or I’ll shoot - dripping red, like too-bright birds. But his eyes are fixed on Dick. He can see them behind Jason’s head, laser-sharp. Dick shivers again. He’s so cold his teeth are chattering.
“Stay with me,” Jason murmurs, closer and more real than Bruce, and Dick blinks, struggles to focus his vision.
“’M tired,” he tries to say, but he’s not sure if the words actually come out. His tongue is a dead thing in his mouth. Jason’s face seems very far away, floating like the moon somewhere above him.
“I know,” Jason says. “But you have to –“
Only, Dick never finds out what he has to do, because his eyelids are too heavy to keep open any longer, the fog in his head too thick, and Dick slips into the black without any resistance at all.
***
Dick comes back to consciousness as if he’s swimming through treacle. Everything seems slow and sticky. Strange lights waver above him, oddly distorted and too bright. He blinks, tries to turn his head away, but his body doesn’t seem to want to respond to his commands.
“Dick?” The voice is soft, but loud enough for Dick to make sense of it, even through the strange fog in his head, and the steady, rhythmic beeping somewhere beside him. Dick recognises it, in a distant sort of way. “Hey, chum, are you awake?”
Yes. Dick is awake. He thinks. There’s a pleasant heaviness to his body, a warm current through his veins, dragging heavy on his eyelids. But he blinks again and his vision clears a little, and Bruce Wayne’s face materialises above him.
“B?” he manages and, Jesus, his throat is dry. He chokes. For a moment, he can’t breathe, throat contracting painfully around nothing, rough and cracked, as if he’s been swallowing sand.
“Careful,” Bruce murmurs, and a hand presses lightly against his shoulder. For one bright moment, Dick expects pain. But there’s no flash of fire in his chest, just a heady numbness. “Jay, will you get some ice chips for him, lad?” Then, to Dick: “Your throat dry?”
Dick tries a nod. Mostly, his head just lolls, loose, against his pillow. He’s not entirely sure what’s happening – Bruce is here, and Jason, apparently, but he doesn’t know where here is. Maybe the cave? Did Dick get injured on a mission? It wouldn’t be unusual, but, then, he should be in Bludhaven, in his safe house – not at the manor with Bruce. Beside him, the beeping speeds. A rapid, throbbing, pulse.
“Hey, it’s OK. Do you remember what happened?”
Does he? Dick strains, fighting through the fog, struggling against himself. He was – Jason – that’s why he’s in Gotham. It’s Jason’s birthday. They were on patrol – no. That’s not right. There were…chili dogs…a fast food restaurant. A robbery. Guns.
Jason was shot.
Ice pours down Dick’s spine. His chest throbs, heart ricocheting against his ribs.
No. That’s not right either.
“We were at a fast food place.” God, his voice sounds bad. “Somebody - somebody tried to rob it and they shot…oh, they shot me.”
Right. It was Dick that was shot, not Jason.
As if thinking it is some sort of permission, pain throbs through Dick’s chest. Maybe it’s psychological - because he must be hopped up on an absolute shit-load of drugs right now - but that doesn’t stop Dick gritting his teeth against the burn. Doesn’t stop his hand flailing out, looking for purchase on something other than the pain, or maybe just trying to release some of the energy rushing through his veins.
A hand catches his. Dry and warm, enveloping Dick’s fingers easily. Another hand presses through his hair and Dick can’t help turning his face to it.
“It’s OK, you’re OK.”
He doesn’t think he is, but he’s not going to fight Bruce on it.
“Hey - Oh, sorry. I got the ice.”
There are light footsteps, then Jason is beside the bed, clutching a cup of ice chips in one hand, looking unusually awkward.
“Thanks, Jaylad,” Bruce says softly. Softer than Dick has heard him for a long time, and Jason doesn’t bristle the way he half-expects him to. Then he takes the cup from Jason and spoons a chip carefully into Dick’s mouth.
It’s heaven - melting slowly in the desert of Dick’s mouth, trickling down his sore throat. Dick grips Bruce’s wrist and Bruce chuckles and indulgently spoons another one out of the cup.
When his mouth is wet enough, he manages: “Where am I? What happened?” And it comes out as actual words.
Bruce’s face tightens. “You’re at the hospital. You were shot in the chest.” A pause. “You’re very lucky to be alive.”
Beside him, Jason makes a small, unhappy sound.
“Everything OK, Jay?” Dick asks – or wants to. What comes out is more like “K?” on a long exhale of breath. It takes too much energy to form proper words. Jason’s face gets impossibly tighter.
Jason shrugs and his face is tight and unhappy. There’s tension in the set of his shoulders, his tightly crossed arms. “No.”
OK, that’s…surprising. Not surprising that he’s not OK, perhaps - because being caught up in a situation like that is tough on anyone, let alone a kid - but surprising that he would admit it. Dick flicks a glance at Bruce, and it’s difficult to read his father’s face, but there’s a little furrow between his brows that Dick is more used to seeing directed at him.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Jason continues, and his voice is tight with anger.
A long beat of silence. Dick isn’t entirely sure what Jason is talking about – done what? Gotten shot? Asked him if he was OK? Eaten the ice chip? He feels too slow and tired to figure it out. Already, he can feel the drugs and the pain tugging him back towards sleep.
On the other side of the bed, Bruce is a statue, cool and unmoving, his face still blank besides the little wrinkle of concern. Or maybe confusion? Either way, he offers no help.
“Done what?” Dick asks, and manages to squeeze it through the tight ache of his chest.
“You shouldn’t have –“ Jason’s face crumples and Dick is shocked to see the shine of tears in his eyes, welling against his lashes and spilling over his cheeks. It feels a little like Dick’s been punched, the shock an almost physical blow. Jason turns away, scrubbing a hand angrily over his face. “You nearly died, Dickface.”
That was not what Dick was expecting. None of this is. Dick feels strangely adrift.
“Jason,” Bruce starts, voice a low rumble, and Jason spins away from him too, landing heavily against the bed, but avoiding Dick’s injuries in a way that suggests intent behind the motion.
“You don’t need to protect me. I can handle myself. You don’t have to.” His voice is rough, angry, but there’s something else there – a fragile waver that makes Dick’s chest hurt. Dick drags his arm up, against the heavy pull of gravity, and rests it against Jason’s curls, resting close beside him.
“OK,” he says and his eyes meet Bruce’s over Jason’s head. “OK.”
But he does.
#badthingshappenbingo#prompt: gunshot wound#batman#dick grayson#bruce wayne#jason todd#fanfiction#my writing#violence tw#blood tw#injury tw#guns tw#hurt/comfort
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It's when they leave the cinema that they see it. Or well, Eliott does.
"Oh! Lucas, look!" he points at a very old and neglected looking box near the entrance. "A photobooth!"
Turning around he smiles widely at Lucas, whose own grin spreads because fuck! So far whenever someone suggested using one of those he rolled his eyes or found an excuse to ditch the scene.
But right now? With this tall very excited looking boy at his side he wants to take those silly low quality pictures.
"You want to?" he asks, grabbing for Eliott's hand, who does his little prolonged shrug as answer.
"Ok. Let's go then."
He pulls Eliott with him and when they draw the worn out curtain away they both take a second to look at the way too tiny space.
Lucas shakes his head. "This is not made for two dudes."
Eliott laughs but pushes past him and sits down.
"Come on!" Eliott says as he pats his legs impatiently.
It takes them a while to find a position where no bodyparts are being squashed, both are more or less in the frame and no legs stick out the booth.
They both sit and look at the dark screen.
"Uhmmmm," Eliott starts to scan the instructions text. "ok it says four euro for four pictures."
"Four!? Fuck, are we sure we want to pay that much for shitty pictures?"
Eliott's arms wrap around his middle and squeeze.
"Yes."
Lucas smiles and can't help to lean back into the embrace when his stomach flutters.
"Ok."
They're both quiet for another second, until Lucas breaks the silence.
"Soooo... do you have four euro by any chance?"
Eliott laughs and squeezes Lucas closer, before he starts to search through his pockets (which isnt exactly an easy task when there's a boy sitting on him, so it takes a while and some dramatic grunting).
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When they're finally able to leave the small space there are huge grins on both their faces. Deciding which faces to do, getting surprised by the first flash, both their stomachs hurting from laughter by the time the last flash went off - it was fun.
While they wait for the pictures to print they banter. They step closer and closer to each other until they finally make out for a bit, leaning lazily against the booth.
After the well spent five minutes are up and the machine spits their pictures out Eliott eagerly grabs for them. He holds them up, so they both can look at them, shoulder pressed against Lucas'.
And woah. They look happy. And dumb. And silly and pixelated and black and white and blurred. And Lucas knew they would! But he didn't quite expect the happiness to be so visible, too.
Eliott looks over to him, warmth spreading through him when he sees the focused way Lucas takes these photos in, the soft smile on his face.
He leans over to press a kiss to Lucas' cheek.
"I keep two, you keep two?"
Lucas looks up, eyes growing heavy lidded as he tilts his head back.
Eliott leans in again, this time for a proper kiss.
"I want the two with the grimaces."
Eliott chuckles against his lips.
"Of course you do."
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(Third film. After “ready as I’ll ever be”. In the woods of Auradon)
Lonnie (on her cellphone to Elsa): thank you your majesty. See you soon. (She hangs up). Ok. So we got Agrabah, Arendelle and New Orleans on our side.
Dizzy: what about Auroria and Cinderellasburg?
Jane: you know it just occurred to me how stupid some of these names sound
Lonnie (shrugging): we didn’t name em. Auroria. Possibly. Cinderellasburg. I dunno. Remember it’s her son who’s the homicidal maniac.
Dizzy: true
(In Ben’s office the three villains are looking at smoking hole in the carpet where the king once was)
Maleficent: is he dead
Chad: I dunno. Never done this before. Just thought of what would hurt him and did that. Dunno where that ball came from
Adam: what exactly would hurt him.
Chad: I think it was something to do with you sir
Adam: well he did destroy my portrait. And you had better hope he’s not dead. If he is then he’ll be used as a martyr and the bastards will be even harder to subjugate.
Maleficent: oh don’t worry. The bodies scattered throughout the kingdom? They’re merely asleep. The wand won’t allow otherwise. And a rookie did perform it after al
Adam: so what next?
Maleficent: I need to hunt down the ember and hopefully capture my daughter. You two make sure that the boy isn’t found by his allies.
Chad: Roger
Adam: we are not on a walkie-talkie
Chad (hopefully): but we could be?
Adam: no. You still have your cell
Maleficent: and you have a telapthic link with me. Adieu gentleman
(She disappears into purple smoke)
Chad: ooh I almost forgot. Where’s Audrey
Adam: don’t know don’t care. She’s not important. And she’s thrown in her lot with the villain spawn. She’s not worth saving son
Chad: I did this for her. I need to tell her. She can finally be my queen
Adam: and if she doesn’t want to? Because your skin is peeling off on your cheek
Chad: then I’ll make her. I have the wand. A little trance and then we dance.
Adam: whatever you think is best. Prince Chad of Auradon
Chad: I like that name
(On the island Facillier Celia and the boys have just sat down for lunch)
Carlos: god I forgot how good your cooking was
Facillier: well I’m glad I can still do something for you children. Even if it isn’t much
Gil: this is more then enough sir
Jay: to be honest I kinda missed this. Running away from Jafar. Coming here. Playing arcade games. Having proper good and not glass lined stew. Thank you
Facillier: your very welcome Jay. I have two extra slices for the girls when they come back from their fathers. Would they be interested
Gil: Evie would
Carlos: mom won’t. Vegetarian. But dad probably wil. If not then 🎶more for me🎶.
Jay: I’m done. I’ll put them on the bikes. You go play some games.
Carlos: ahaha I don’t think so. Not after yesterday. I’m coming with you. Don’t even try to stop me
Jay: and miss out on quality time with you? What am I? And idiot? Don’t answer that, just assume the position
(Carlos happily jumps in Jay’s back and they leave the arcade. The silence doesn’t last long)
Jay (from outside): HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK!!!!
(Carlos scurries back in slightly out of breath)
Carlos: the Hook’s stole our bikes. Jay’s chasing them. How long do you think mom and Evie will be at their dads?
Facillier: I don’t know. Why do they want there bikes
Carlos: the blonde said something about revenge redemption and repentance
Facillier: shit
Carlos: what
Celia: Harry’s alive. And they know.
(Outside the sisters Hook are on the bikes and Jay is chasing them. The give him the slip and he takes a shortcut which ends with him crashing through the apartment of someone he knows)
Jay: good thing I can’t get hurt
Cassim: Jay?
Jay: Cassim? You moved?
Cassim: I’m squatting.
Jay: of course. When this is all over I’m coming back for you personally. I need my grandpa after all
Cassim: Aladdin adopted you?
Jay: yup.
Cassim: I’m glad. Now what the hell are you doing
Jay: the Hook bitches stole two of our bikes. Trying to get them back.
Cassim: then go son, go
(Jay teleports away from the apartment straight into the girls path. They crash into him, flip over and land in a pile of crates against the wall)
Jay: you know. I have it on good authority that this is where your brother landed last year. After my friend stabbed him in the dick
Cj: don’t speak his NAME!
(She screams and aims a knife at his throat. He holds her wrist stopping her in the process. There’s a cracking sound)
Jay: do you really think you can hurt me. (Harriet tries to att ack him but he sweeps her legs from under her, she land on her back and he puts a foot on her throat) both of you are just as pathetic as your brother. Now. Tell me (his eyes glow bright gold) why did you steal the bikes?
Harriet (slowly suffocating): Harry. He’s, he’s
Jay: he’s what?
(In hades lair mother and son have just finished their talk)
Harry (still in disbelief): he though she was a mermaid. Oh god the injuicetus of it all
Hades: the what
Harry: it’s not fair. I can’t be related to those. Hold on. Do I have magic?
Hades: I don’t know. You might be a Vernon. James, while very bloodthirsty and oh so confident
Harry: yuck
Hades: is 100% fully human. So I don’t know if you have it in you.
Evie: and besides what do you care if you’re half mermaid? Your owner is an octopus. You haven’t got a leg to stand on
Harry: ohoho neither does the king kid sister
Evie: don’t call me that you have NO RIGHT
Harry: if I have magic. I’ll be more powerful then you
Evie: oh you think so do you? You’re only half god. The rest of you is stanky part human. I’m half sorceress. Mal’s half dark fairy. We’re better then you. In every way shape and form.
(This is when “anything you can do” happens. After the song)
Mal: are you two quote finished? Only cause I really want to get home before the kingdom falls and my fiancé dies
Evie (scoffing): of course. It’s always about what you want. You don’t even care that I’m in a crisis
Mal: I’m sorry what was that?
Evie: oh nothing. As always you’re too wrapped up in your own crap to see I’m suffering
Mal: oh my apologies dear sister. But who’s god awful advice last year led to the deaths of sixteen members of the paparazzi?
Evie: you’re the one that lost control. And then tried to kill me.
Mal: I was pissed that Ben got kidnapped. I also tasered Harry in the neck and nearly crushed Gil’s aorta in a fit of magic induced psychosis. You’re not special
(At this point the guys speak simultaneously)
Harry: you did what to Gil?
Hadie: you killed sixteen people?
Hades: that explains the magical history tour
Mal: Uma tore out my own heart and made me put it back, we used the book to resurrect them and yes the attempted sororicide is what led to it
Hades: wow. And. After all that. You still want to help.
Mal (shrugging): I live there. I have to help. Who else will?
Hades: the authorities. I don’t get it. After everything you’ve been through. Your mother. The coronation. The whatever it was the news called it last year
Evie: the green cyclone. It a lot PR to get rid of. I should know. I was in charge of it
Hades: and now this boy your mother possessed. You’re not thinking about yourself when you really should. By all means. Be all who you think they need you to be. Or be none of it. You don’t owe them or this world a thing. You never did.
Mal: is that from man of steel?
Hades: possibly. We get a lot of old used up films here
Mal: I never really paid attention to the movie besides the two leads
Evie: OH MY GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!
Mal: ...I think we need to talk. We can use your den right dad?
Hades: be my guest
Mal: thank you. CMON!
(She teleports Evie and her self to the den and seals the place)
Mal: now c’mon. Spill. Out with it
Evie: out with what?
Mal: the reason you’ve been pissy since the altercation we all had with Adam
Evie: I just...don’t...see...why you’re... ok with all this
Mal: oh?
Evie: he left us. With them. And I know he had his reasons. But they doesn’t excuse or lessen what he did. And I’m so...angry. That you seem fine with it. And it’s not fair. You have the height. More magic. The title. I love Doug and I can’t even say it to him. You’re the main character in this little soap opera that is our lives and I’m on the fringe of it all trying desperately to get a major part. But of course. Your story way isn’t it. And it’s always been like this. Ever since we were thirteen and I stabbed it in the leg. Got a quick hug from Carlos and he rushed straight into your arms and you punted next into the barrier. It’s irrational. And illogical. But I’m not a Vulcan. I have my own shit to sort out and it just feel like I’m constantly waiting out there for it to be my turn. I I.
(This is when “waiting in the wings happens”)
Mal: wow. And yet you’ve never tried out for choir
Evie: hey!
Mal: sorry. But seriously. You’ve been holding onto this whatever this is. For what? Ten years?
Evie: I hate that you’re right. I hate that you’re coining and I’m not. And I hate
Mal: you think I’m coping? I hate it too. I hate that he left us just as much as you do. But I do understand it. If I couldn’t be near Carlos I’d do whatever I could to keep him safe. Even if it meant ceasing all contact. And I know you’d do that for Dizzy and Gil would do that for the twins. I don’t like it but I understand it.
Evie: I guess.
Mal: ready to go back in now?
Evie: fine
(They go back to the main room only to seek new problem)
Harry (absolutely incensed): WHADYA MEAN I LOST A YEAR OF MY LIFE!
The sisters (unimpressed): this should be interesting
(At the arcade. The Hook sisters are ties back to back on the dinner table. Carlos is having a minor breakdown)
Carlos: woah woah wait. So you’re telling me. That the bastard that’s haunted my nightmares since I was eleven years old. Is the son of hades, Mal and Evie’s older brother. And you never THOUGHT TO TELL ANYONE
Harriet: why would we AAAAAAAAARGH
(Jay just flexed the cord binding the two sending an exceedingly painful electric shock through both of them)
Jay: yeah. You don’t get to talk to Carlos. Neither of you deserve to talk to Carlos.
Cj: we only require the presence of one.
Jay: English please
Gil: me. CJ’s talking about me. What do you want.
Cj: do you even care. Did you even think about them. All year long. You forgot them. Traitor
Gil (with more calmness then they deserve): I do care. I come here with my brother and our friends every Friday and I help with the relocation. As for Uma and Harry. They terrify me. They gave me the same look you’re giving me right now when I left. Uma wanted to get out of here, who wouldn’t, but when anything doesn’t go her way she turns cold and horrible. Harry, well, you know how he is. I loved them. And I know they loved me. But they terrify me. And you don’t terrify people you love. So no. I’m not the traitor. No matter what you say.
Jay: how long have you known?
Harriet: since Hadie brought him to the ship 19 1/2 years ago. I was three. I named him after meself.
Celia (unimpressed): huh inspired.
Harriet: if pa knew he had made it with a god who can take a lady’s form at will and sired a child in the process. Harry wouldn’t have lived to say his first words. And don’t either you dare say that it woulda been a good thing
Carlos (muttering): well
Harriet: SHUDDIT. It didn’t help. Father hated him. Insulted him. Tried to hurt him. It’s why I broke both his legs and poked out his eye. Everything I’ve ever done is to protect my brother and sister. And I’ll not have him be put at risk because his whore of a mother couldn’t keep her pissing mouth shut!
Jay (chuckling): I’m sorry have you MET your brother?
Harriet: yes. He’s an angel has a great respect for women. Would kill for his family. I raised him right
Jay: you raised a perverted overly violet ambiance is what you did
Carlos: I just hope that mom and Evie kill him before he gets here
(In the lair Harry’s having one of his patented meltdowns)
Harry: I remember HAHAHAHA I rememhahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA
Evie: May I?
Hades: May you what?
(Evie walks up to her mortal older brother and slaps him around the face so hard he spins in perfect 360 and falls on his face slapped cheek landing on the floor painfully)
Harry: owwww
Mal: you’ve lost a year of your life. Big rotting whoop. You’re still nineteen
Harry: that’s even worse. I should still be young and beautiful
(The girls burst into hysterical laughter. So much so they actually start choking on air. Their brother is unimpressed)
Harry: so not only do you hate me. You think I’m ugly
Mal (trying very hard to keep a straight face): you are not a 12 year old girl and I am not your mother. So yes. Your hideously repulsive to me. More to the point. You’re nothing. You were born nothing. And god willing you’ll die nothing. You repulse me and everyone you know. The only reason our cousin ever kept you around is because she felt sorry for you
(Harry slaps her around the face. In turn she punches him in his face. Then uses magic to screw him up into a tiny little ball. And kicks him into the tv. After which he unfurls himself looking very much the worse for wear. This is when “you’re a mean one mister Hook” happens. After the song)
Evie: so you think we can leave him here as a moulding husk?
Mal (ruefully glancing at their father): I highly doubt it. The Samaritan here will probably heal him.
Evie: ooh idea time
Mal: yeah.
Evie: a repeat of last year. We take it hostage. And make Uma comply to our demands.
Mal: hmmmmm tempting. Can we still keep it beaten bloody and broken.
Hadie: ok this has been alluded to but I gotta know! What did he do. If he’s just in a different gang to you what could he have possibly done to make you hate him so much?
Mal: he attacked my son five years ago. He kidnapped my boyfriend and tried to throw him to sharks
Evie: he extorted my daughter for protection money. He fought my boyfriend last year
Harry: the dwarf stabbed me in the dick
The sister rotten: YOU DESERVE IT
Mal: he’s a foul vile disgusting little troglodyte who deserves eternal torment
Evie: he’s literally a bastard son of a bitch, father
Hades: somehow I think that was directed at me
Evie: ohoho if you’re ever going to be sure of anything in your too long life, be sure that every insult I currently have racing around in my brain is directed at you
Hades: thank you dear
Mal: we should get going
Evie: agreed
Mal: first though dad. Two questions. One. May I have the ember please? (He tosses it to her). Much obliged. Two. Come with us. Please?
Hades (looking guiltily ashamed): ah
Hadie: our dear old dad has barely left the lair. Yesterday’s incident was the first time he’s gone that far since
Evie: my second birthday. Of course
Hades: I’m sorry. I am so so sorry. I just. I can’t risk you, any of you, getting hurt because of me.
Mal (disappointedly): ah. Oh well. That’s fine. Long shot anyway. C’mon E. Wait.
Hadie: what’s wrong.
Mal: that (she points at Harry’s unconscious form). What’re we gonna do with it?
Evie: we’re gonna have to take him with us. A genuine hostage situation. If Uma tries anything. We threaten it’s life
Mal: I like those odds. (She conjures up a hair thin coil of rope and hogties Harry with it). There. That should do the trick
Hadie: doesn’t that hurt him
The sisters rotten: who cares?
(They leave the lair with the pirate railing behind like a deformed balloon. Once they’re at the arcade Evie stops Mal just before the dragon goes inside )
Evie: wait wait wait!
Mal: what what what?
Evie: ok. First of all. Uncalled for. Second of all. What do we tell the others about that?
(She points to Harry)
Mal: the truth
Evie: ok I know you have this “I don’t lie” policy, which is frankly bullshit, but sometimes lying is better
Mal: they’ll find out anyway. No use in letting it fester. C’mon
(They enter the arcade. And immediately notice the hook sisters chained up on the table)
Mal: hey guys. What’s going on?
Jay: they stole our bikes. Mine and Carlos’s bikes they were trying to find Pennywise
Harriet (happy cry/laughing): oh my god. You’re alive AAAARGH
Jay (holding the ignited and still burning chain): hush bitch.
Carlos: is it true mom?
Mal: yes.
Carlos: you and Evie I understand. But him. Dear god hades have some self respect
Evie: Hook thought she was a mermaid
Carlos: she?
Mal: Hades is Harry’s mother. Mine and Evie’s father. Harry’s mother
Carlos: huh, makes sense
Evie: in other news. I’m a day younger than Mal. The result of a rebound apparently
Mal: Maleficent left the morning after the wedding night.
Carlos (massaging the bridge of his nose): that’s a lot of information to get in thirty seconds
Mal: sorry hon.
Celia: what do we do now?
Jay: take all three of them hostage. If Uma tries anything. Off them one by one
Carlos Evie and Celia: agreed
Mal: Gil, buddy, you’ve not said anything yet. You ok?
Gil: how is he?
Facillier: he’s fine son. He’s preserved. Intact. He’s
Gil: is he still mad. About last year.
Cj: if he’s retained the sense Harriet taught him he’ll be mad as all get out
(The core four and Celia exchange a look that says “this explains so much)
Carlos: we’ve got to wake it up don’t we?
Mal: sadly yes. Jay you’re much more level headed than oh no...
(Her attentions turned to the tv where an emergency news report is airing. In Arendelle Elsa is preparing her leave)
Anna: how long are you gonna be gone?
Elsa: as long as my daughter needs me.
Anna: well then. Beat the bastards.
Elsa: oh believe me. I will.
(She takes her rucksack and teleports away to Auradon. She slams into a dome two hundwred miles from the castle and falls to the forest floor. Back on the island Hadie’s on his exercise bike. Hades however)
Hades: I made the right choice didn’t I? It’s not a good idea for me to go. So I shouldn’t. But I should. Bugger it. I don’t know. What do you think? What should I do
(Hadie hops off the exercise bike and faces his dad)
Hadie: what do you want me to say father? You did what you thought was best. I told you not to go try and give her the ember yesterday and look what happened. And now you’re asking me if you made the right decision? I can’t tell you that. Sorry but I can’t
Hades: I know. And don’t be sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have put you in that position. Oooh. Idea.
Hadie: what?
Hades: go with them. Protect them.
Hadie: really?
Hades: yeah. Iri...Mal has the ember
Hadie: oh but they still don’t like you
Hades: but Mal likes you
Hadie: good point. I better get ready then
Hades: HAHA!
(This is when “I’m so sorry” happens. After the song. In the arcade. The news caster is fear-mongering)
Newscaster: we don’t know what’s happening. The black smoke descends and leaves people unconscious. It is believed that a villain may have escaped the barrier after Hades’s attempt yesterday afternoon. The king is missing and lady Mal is nowhere to be fargh (he lets out a strangled scream as his heart is ripped out of his back. His face goes slack and he speaks with Maleficent’s voice) I know you are watching dear. So do me the courtesy of paying attention for a change. I know he gave you the ember. For some reason he took quite a shine to me so it would make sense that you are the favourite. Can not fathom why though. You are basically useless and very difficult to love. Anyway. Give me the ember at your earliest convenience and return to the isle with me and the toffs will live. Fail to do so. And I shall kill every last man women and child in Auradon until only tour pathetic little friends are left. And I will make you do away with them. Just know Maleficent Bertha that if you deny me what happens is your fault. You’d choice sweetie. (The heart is placed back into the mans chest) I’m sorry I don’t know what happened for a minute there urk
(His neck twists violently to the left and he falls down dead)
Mal: oh no. Oh nononononononono.....
(She enters a verbal cycle that only Jay notices. He switches off the tv and gets on the dinner table)
Jay: ok. EVERYBODY OUT. NOW
(Everyone hightails it outside and he sits down beside Mal on the floor)
Jay: it’s ok. You’ll be fine.
Mal: you don’t know that
Jay: I do. I do know that. You know how I know that? This sort of thing has happened to us so many times before. And you know what we do? We win. Every. Single. Goddamn. Time. And besides. You have the one thing Maleficent or chad will never have.
Mal: what? What do I have
Jay: you have me. You’ll always have me. I’m always gonna be there for you. Whatever happens. Be sure if this. I’m here for you
(This is when “I’ll be there for you” happens.)
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Have some proper content from me lmao ( AO3 )
It’s been a long one… He’d already been tired for the briefings and whatnot in the morning, which was followed by a day spent on retrieving smuggled support items with the League. It was fun, he supposes… the sneaky mission impossible thing. Much more enjoyable than lying through his teeth, at the very least. Then it turned out that the loot included some extra booze in courtesy of Giran, leading to this impromptu celebration that’s been going on for hours. Which wouldn’t be a problem, if not for the fact that it’s past 11pm already and he needs some goddamn rest. An all-nighter before illegal activities? Never again.
Whatever high quality drink there was in the two bottles draped in Cyrillic text sure packed a punch, though. Tomura was worryingly unaffected and Sako was keeping himself together, but a lick of the stuff knocked Jin and Himiko the fuck out and had Spinner in the corner humming off-tune to whatever came on the radio. Doesn’t stop him from chugging down what’s left in one go, though.
All in all, on top of wistfully thinking of his bed, Hawks would be lying if he wasn’t rather buzzed, too.
But even that’s no excuse for this.
“I’m not sure what I should be more upset about,” he mumbles with half a pout on his face, breaking the quite possibly hour-long silence. “The fact that I’m spending my last few hours off on a Saturday night slow dancing with a dude in a dump, that it’s you of all people, or… that I’m actually enjoying it.” He’s being slowly but surely lulled into sleep, in fact. Concentrate, man. Shake off the warm coziness and concentrate.
There’s a short, easy-to-miss hum that has an almost content ring to it. “You were the one to scrape me up from the floor, remember? Any and all complaints are on you, feather duster.”
That’s fair; a smile ghosts his lips, but he doesn’t bother with an answer. One of Dabi’s cool hands gets bored of tugging at the cluster of feathers on the small of his back since forever, so it digs into them, earning a pleased sigh from Hawks as he snuggles a little closer. The asshole doesn’t even smell that bad for someone who barely showers… a little pungent, a little burnt. Must be his quirk’s doing. It sterilizes everything.
“… you sure have become comfortable around me,” the villain notes as he plays with the red plumage, slowing the hardly-dance (that started as another hardly-dance with a bouncy idiot dragging his even more drunk ass around, making him almost throw the fuck up in the process) down until they come to a halt. There’s a thoughtful look on his face. “Especially for what a nervous, jumpy wreck you are.”
Hawks lifts his head from the shoulder in a moment of vague clarity; he’s… right. For starters, he wouldn’t be clinging to Dabi like this if he was even remotely sane, the guy could grill him on the spot without effort if he wanted to.
Could. But he also knows… that he won’t.
“Well… your own damn fault for making me feel safe,” he sighs eventually after the spark of common sense slips away, and leans his chin back down. Fuck, he really needs to crawl into bed asap. But first he’ll have to, well… wake up. Then pocket the rest of his feathers so he can take the midnight train relatively incognito… then either take the elevator that he hates up to his apartment, or take the currently inhuman effort and get all of his feathers from both the bag and his room to zoom up. And hopefully not hit the one closed window. Ugh.
“Oho, and I almost blamed it on the booze. Thought you didn’t trust me?”
He moans in annoyance; there’s a mocking smirk hidden in Dabi’s voice. “Hell yeah, I don’t. But, like… you never made any remotely suspicious moves. What am I supposed to do right now? Kick you in the nuts, for which this is a golden opportunity for, by the way… maybe headbutt your face, earning a number of piercing imprints? Or just, like… scream? Oh nooo~, big bad criminal has me in his clutchesss~”
The overdramatic damsel whines earn a breathless laugh from the other, who then pulls away. “Okay, okay… show your face, midget. Look at me, you hear?”
“Anyway, I just ‘ave no energy for that shit,” Hawks continues unperturbed and motionless in not wanting to let go as the logorrhea wave goes on. He already misses being warm. Bummer. “Hell, you don’t trust me and just gave me the back scratching of the decade! What’s the deal with that, huh?” Two cold, rugged hands, which are pretty much the polar opposites of Dabi’s heated torso, come up to cup his face and tilt it upward.
“See?” SEE?! There he goes again. Still, being touched this gently is really… nice. It’s not something he’s used to… nor something he would have thought Dabi capable of being, to be frank. He can barely keep his eyes from closing. “This is what I’m talking about. My shit is safe. About-to-fall-asleep safe, with that big fucking payload of safety that you dropped on me. I’m gonna sleep pretty damn sound tonight, if I say so. Huggin’ my pillow and shit, like a bear… full of honey. At hibernation station.” Wow. Nothing he says makes fucking sense anymore. Thinking before opening his mouth is everything but an option right now. Oh, one more thing: “ … and I’m no midget,” he adds while lifting both pointing fingers.
“Mhmm, mhmm,” nods Dabi after every other line, observing the hero’s pink-tainted face. “… I’ve suspected as much, but you really are more than just a little tipsy,” he concludes then as a matter-of-fact. He taps Hawks’ face a few times with a hand. “I’m warning you that there are no pillows to brood on around here if you dare fall asleep on me, chicken.”
“Hrmm… Whatever. Your bony ass will do. Is warm.” … okay, whoopsy-daisy, he definitely should not have said that. Even if he finds all this touching enjoyable beyond words… and admittance. Speaking of which, the hell is even Dabi’s game? This shit could be taken as interest.
… wait. Wait, fuck… what if he is being flirty!? Abort, ABORT.
The adrenaline rush that comes with the thought dissipates like half of his exhaustion; Hawks peels his eyes open to take a good look at the villain. But his first reaction is to squint. Then squint even harder.
“Waiiita’seeec… are you… sober? Already?” His voice hitches high with disbelief and wings flare in a hiccup of scorn. “How the fuck, you downed like half a bottle of that shit! You were a mess— no, a disaster!!” he continues in an accusatory tone, with puffed wings of indignance and air karate chops, as if being the bigger mess at the moment was supposed to be a jab specifically at him. It’s Hawks who’s supposed to be the sane and rational one around these parts…! It’s him!!
“My body’s long burned through that shit, birdy,” Dabi informs him, his face infuriatingly and inexplicably neutral while sporting the smuggest barely-smile on his face.
The comment itself, on the other hand, rouses a goofy snort-giggle from Hawks, which reminds him of the fact that he is, in fact, everything but sober. ‘Burned through it…’ fucking hell.
Unimpressed head shake; Dabi lets go of his face and takes two steps back while putting his hands on the hips instead to have a good, condescending look at the other. Hawks is trying his best to suppress the giggles, and is leaning to wherever gravity takes him before his wings, relatively small as they are now, do their damnest to correct his balance while on autopilot.
He finishes his checkup with a deep sigh. “Yep… as wasted as they come.
“ You,” the hero points at him, tip of his finger as eerily rigid on target like a chicken’s head while he sways around lightly, “were near passed-out on the floor, young man.” The corner of his mouth is still twitching as his face is getting redder.
“Not anymore. You are about to kip over, though,” he states, tilting his head. “And damn if I’m not gonna watch you try not to.” Having said that, he steps forward with a hint of an amused smirk to give a tentative shove himself.
Hawks leans back fast and far enough from the impending hand of doom that it would indeed make him stumble backwards, if not for grabbing onto Dabi’s jacket. The villain connects with his target meanwhile- via finger flick to his temples.
His wings reflexively flap once as he’s yet to retain balance of any kind, and Hawks feels the redness creep up to his ears in embarrassment, then he peeks downwards… but the stars just aren’t aligned to put the returning idea into motion. Not if he wants to avoid falling ass backwards, that is. He sticks his lower lip out a bit, still staring. “… should ‘ave kicked you in the groin while I had the chance.”
“Too little, too late. Face is up here, bird brain.” He pulls the hero back onto his wobbly legs by the collar. “Get your wings flapping and your ass home… you are a hilarious mess.”
“Good enough for a joke… But, an absolutely ill-advised suggesshon. Drunk,” he says, pointing at himself with his free hand (as the other has yet to let go of Dabi), then back at his wings; “as small as they get while rede— reartaning… retaining funky– fuck it, they are… just big enough to lift me. When I’m not fucking like this. There.” Damn, if he’s stuttering, all hope is lost. Next time he’s packing snacks to drown out the booze before it drowns him. He wouldn’t risk flying like this either way, but damn it all, if Dabi really is fully sober… god, he’ll never let him live this down, will he.
“‘Flapping’ around like this would actually end up about as well as that horrendous mobile game did for any of us,” Hawks moans then. “Which you would pay to see, I know. Anyway, what I’m saying is… that the only way I’m flying right now… is if you chuck me, pal. And that ain’t gonna get me anywhere.” Even getting to the nearest train station would be a hassle by flight. Actually… it will be a hassle, no matter what, his legs are not exactly—
“WoAH…!” is the single most natural reaction he has to… well, being lifted off the motherfucking ground like a toddler. “The hell are you doing?!”
This is not something that just happens to the one guy on the block with functional wings, you know? When Hawks wants to leave planet Earth, it’s out of his own volition. It’s also him who divebombs villains or snatches various people off the ground, or from the air, it’s never the other way around. This? This is weird, this is unnatural, hell… literally unheard of, actually?
Because he can’t, for the life of him, remember anyone, ever carrying him. Not even as a child.
Not this way, at the very least… he has been on a stretcher a couple of times, but that’s never a good experience… you don’t land on one without a good, all kinds of painful reason. It feels nothing like this. This… this actually feels…
“Giddy up, then, because I’m taking you to the station. I sure as hell don’t feel like dealing with you in the morning,” Dabi huffs, interrupting the other’s epiphany. A drunk Hawks, he can deal with; he’s tolerable, if not, dare say, adorable, but hungover Hawks?! That just sounds like a living nightmare. He’ll have to deal with his own headache in a few hours. He’ll pass on this, hard.
“… you’re unnecessarily heavy for a half-pint canary,” he mumbles after a few steps; the bird has some muscle to his name, but is no body builder. And a shorty. He’d be impressed if said weight wasn’t literally on his shoulders. Also… he’s a little worried about the hero’s sudden silence. He’s got enough presence to hold onto him, though, so the guy can’t be that far gone.
“… Well,” Hawks drawls after a pause, “fun fact, Dabi… when at peak condition, my wings add up to roughly fifty per cent of my body weight. We’re being hella easy on you.” He gives a tentative swing with them, barely missing the villain’s head with his right one.
“Do that again, and I’ll make sure that you won’t be able to fly for a month.”
He lets out a soft laugh at that. The warm, alcohol-induced tingles still dancing at his fingertips may be a factor to consider, but he’s thoroughly enjoying this.
Not him being the one to fly just to get his head over the sea of people, gasping for air, even without the crowds being present… is an experience for sure. And being so much taller while still rooted to the ground one way or another, and able to see everything there is to see on an empty street at night feels straight-up sublime, and the wind that the freight train passing them carries with itself is blowing through his hair as the ka-chak, ka-chak of it quickly fades into the abyss, and, and…
… this is nice. Holy shit, is this nice.
He closes his eyes for a moment… which, of course, ends up not being just a moment, but the rest of the trip. He doesn’t even notice Dabi stopping until he speaks up.
“Your stop, Tweety. Wake the fuck up, man, I’m not your perch.”
“… ah.” The disappointment slipped through that one… oh well. The fact that he gets dropped about as gently as a sack of potatoes doesn’t help, either. He actually fell asleep there, didn’t he.
He takes a look around; they stopped at the end of the alley almost opposite the station. That’s good… he has yet to put on a shitty disguise. AND has his feathers attached, that one won’t do at all, into the bag they go, and out of the bag the strack suit comes. While he’s waking up and doing his thing, Dabi’s already sneaked over the fences of the next two houses and struts up to the platform from the street corner one over. With a head scratch and a sigh, he trods towards the entrance a minute later, too, attempting to look like someone who’s on villain trail.
The doors of the train slide open, and he collapses opposite Dabi, who’s fiddling with his phone. A few seconds later he pushes the button to slip back out. There’s a fresh note folded to as small as humanly possible left on the seat, lost next to baked good crumbs on the left, a piece of chocolate wrap just past that, and a lone piece of gum that looks as if it had been there for a while.
“‘He’ better send a message so I know he wasn’t murdered, kidnapped, or arrested on the way home,” Dabi says as the doors close, muffling the last bit. He turns around.
Hawks lifts a hand as a sign of understanding. The villain nods and swings his own arm in a half-hearted wave as he leaves. He takes a look around the outer walls before slinking back out and heading off to the opposite direction they had come from.
Hawks is left alone with his thoughts in the empty car. Eventually he remembers that he has a KFC cap at the bottom of the otherwise empty bag, too, along with… two leftover nuggets from yesterday that he forgot about. Cold and probably stale, but shit, that’s a godsent right now. As the train leaves the platform and he bites into his surprise reserves, he starts pondering.
Somehow… he’ll need to make him do that again.
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Everything Needs a Little Magic
ALL. ABOARD. THE FLUFF TRAIN!
Seriously. This is just fluff. Entirely self indulgent.
Summary: You and Piotr spend the day watching Disney movies.
THAT’S IT. NO PLOT. NOTHING BUT FLUFF. I’M DEADASS SERIOUS.
Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.
Rating: T for making out.
@colossus-and-cable-and-thanos THIS IS ALSO FOR YOU, BB. YOU KNOW WHY! YOU KNOW!
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And, unlike me, they take requests! I’ve had a couple people ask me if I take requests. At this point, I don’t, and I’m not sure if I ever will. Outside of special occasions (or finishing my Piotr fic series, which’ll probably take at least a year), it’s not something I can see myself doing. I get very attached to ideas and tend to covet them closely, which ultimately doesn’t work well with doing requests (that and I don’t struggle with writing of my own volition).
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Sunlight dapples the bright green undergrowth of the woods behind the X-Mansion. Birds chirp overhead, their merry sounding songs echoing up to the bright, flawless blue sky. Bees occasionally buzz past, in search of the next patch of cutely colored flowers.
It’s a picturesque day.
You, however, are not.
You’re absolutely drenched in sweat, slick and shiny with it as you jog on a well worn path in the woods. Your shirt and gym shorts cling to your body, darkened with your excess perspiration. Your hair is equal parts limp and frizzy, and the strands that have fallen out of your haphazard pony tail --tied during the ugly hours of the morning when you’d first woken up to start your work out--are plastered against your forehead or your neck. Your knees are smudged with dirt from where you tripped earlier --along with your hands--and you just generally look like a mess.
A happy mess, though. A well-exercised mess. This run has been a part of your daily routine for several months now, and you’ve built enough endurance to go the whole distance without stopping or passing out!
You are, however, realizing that you might need to get up earlier if you want to avoid the sweltering summer temperatures and the corresponding sweat bath. You’re not sure which is more disgusting --being so sweaty that people can see their reflections when they look at your skin, or getting up early.
You’re pretty sure it’s getting up early. Probably.
As you jog through the gardens and towards the back of the mansion, you spy Piotr sitting out by the back door in his human form, presumably waiting for you.
Part of it is elating --because just last night he confessed he was in love with you and borderline made out with you on a secluded bench behind a tree, and you’re always happy to see him--but part of it is groan worthy --because just last night he confessed he was in love with you and borderline made out with you on a secluded bench behind a tree, and right now you look absolutely awful.
You slow to a stop a few feet away from him and spread your arms wide, as if waiting for applause before taking a bow. “Behold me and all my drippy glory!”
Piotr chuckles as you flop onto the ground. “You look fine, myshka. I take it your run went well?”
“Yeah, it’s fine, but it’s so damn hot.” You sit up and grimace when you try --and fail--to wipe stray blades of grass off your arms.
“Perhaps you should start waking up earlier.” He’s frowning now, concerned. “It is not good to run in this heat. You could make yourself sick.”
“Okay, I know you’re just trying to help me be healthy, but you should know that suggesting waking up anytime before eight is treason.”
He smiles fondly and shakes his head. “Will you listen if I offer something in return?”
“Absolutely. Even if it’s just you taking your shirt off. Especially if it’s you taking your shirt off. Can you tell I have a vested interest in seeing you with your shirt off?”
His cheeks flush red, but he laughs anyway as he holds out a water bottle to you. “I thought you would be thirsty, since you usually don’t take drink with you. Which--”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Not healthy.” You groan as you press the cool plastic against your hot skin, then take a few icy sips and sigh contentedly. “You’re a real prince among men. You know that, Piotr?”
“Last I checked, it’s called being nice.”
“Pretty sure you’re just an alien that thrives off being courteous.”
He raises an eyebrow at you and smirks. “So, I am alien Prince?”
“I don’t see why not. You’ve got manners and can morph into a massive metal version of yourself. Pretty fuckin’ weird, if you ask me.” You guzzle a little more water, then groan as you push yourself into a standing position. “You’re dressed casual today. Is school not in?”
“Nyet. We are out for year.”
Right. You knew that. Duh.
Your brain does the math of it’s own volition.
The students and most of the teachers are out for the day and won’t be back until late evening. Those who’ve stayed behind will likely spend the day doing what they want. And, as if that wasn’t wonderful enough, Wade and Nathan are out of the house on a job for Weasel.
You smile as an idea comes together in your head. “Are there any missions you have to go on.”
Piotr shakes his head. “Nyet.”
“Do you have any hard set plans for the day?”
He’s smiling now, catching on to what’re you’re getting at. “I do not.”
“Then, what say you and I spend the day together once I’m done showering? I’m thinking marathon movie session.”
“I think I would enjoy that very much.” He opens the back door for you and ushers you inside. “But you really should take water with you on runs, moya lyubov’. Dehydration is no joking matter.”
You hide your fond smile by lifting the spout of the water bottle to your lips and let your mother-hen boyfriend lecture you about proper athletic safety and the importance of being well hydrated.
God, you love this man.
Once you’ve thoroughly scrubbed yourself and put on some dry clothes that don’t reek of sweat, you pop downstairs in search of Piotr.
He’s in the kitchen, making an early lunch for himself. “Have you eaten yet, myshka?”
“No. I prefer doing fasted workouts. You build more muscle that way.”
“Da, but you should eat something. You have burnt great deal of energy.”
“I’m going to.” You pat his arm reassuringly. “You don’t have to worry, okay? Believe me, I’m starving. There’s no way I’m going any longer without eating than I absolutely have to.”
The line of his shoulders relaxes as he exhales. “Sorry, I--”
“Don’t apologize, Pete. I like the way you’re sweet and want to take care of everyone; it’s endearing.” Then, to prove your point, you clamber up onto the stool next to him and kiss him.
Even though most of you is completely swept away by the sheer sensation of his lips pressing against yours, a tiny part of your brain still registers ‘holy fucking shit, I’m kissing Piotr, I’m his girlfriend now, I can kiss him whenever I want, this is so fucking awesome--’
He breaks the kiss with a smile and rubs the swells of your cheeks with his thumbs. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of that.”
You grin and lean back in for another kiss. “Me either.”
He presses a gentle finger against your lips. “Eat something, please, dorogaya moya.”
You kiss the pad of his finger and hop off the stool. “Fine. If you insist. So, what movies are we watching?”
“I thought I would let you choose. I put my DVD binder on table in rec room.”
You stealthily lift a pack of Pop Tarts out of one of the boxes Wade has stashed on top of the fridge, then use Piotr’s meal prep distraction to slip into the rec room with your hard earned treat in hand. You situate yourself on the couch, open the foil wrapper holding the breakfast pastry as quietly as you can, and shove half a Pop Tart in your mouth while you start flipping through the DVD booklet.
The sheer number of choices is overwhelming. You wouldn’t have pegged your boyfriend as a movie junkie. The case contains a little bit of everything, from some discs with titles in Russian --no surprise there--to cheesy rom coms to several pieces by Alfred Hitchcock.
What is surprising, though, is when you spy Disney’s Peter Pan movie at the bottom right corner of one of the ‘pages.’ After staring at it for a moment, wondering why Piotr would have a kid’s movie, you shrug it off and flip over to the other side. He’s a teacher. Of course he’d have a kid’s movie or two.
Except it isn’t just one or two. Peter Pan is just the tip of the iceberg; a few quick, disbelieving flips to the end of the binder confirms that he has every Disney movie released on DVD, from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to Moana.
Woah. Did not see this coming.
“Pop Tarts are not a meal, dorogaya moya.”
“Agree to disagree.” You look up at him as he walks into the rec room with two plates of food. “Hey, why do you have so many Disney movies?”
“They are happy movies,” he says as he sets one of the plates in your lap. “Besides, I like the art and animation.”
“I’ve never seen ‘em. What makes them so great?”
“Well, the older ones were done by hand. Artists made backgrounds, then painted animation cels for each frame. The cels were photographed, then put together into full movie. It is...” His voice trails off as he tries to find the words. “Awe-inspiring, as artist, to watch. Compared to modern standards, the movies are arguably crude, but the amount of effort is... amazing. And I think the old movies are beautiful in ways that new movies aren’t. The texturing of the backgrounds, the softness... it is incredible.”
“Wow. That is cool. What about the newer ones?”
“Computer animation is fascinating. I doubt it will ever be ‘my thing’ but it is still interesting to watch. Plus, stories and plots are better written. Usually.”
“Always a good thing.” You shove the last Pop Tart half into your mouth and shrug. “Disney’s good. You pick where we start.”
“We start at beginning,” he says emphatically as he carries the DVD carrier over to the entertainment center.
You look down at the plate as he sets everything up and gasp when you realize it has a neat little pile of Cheetos on it. “Wait, is this for me?”
“Da. I told you Pop Tarts were not meal.”
“Man, I scored a total package. How did that even happen?”
He blushes as he stands and walks over to the couch. “I think am I the one who ‘scored,’ myshka.”
You smile and sigh happily when he presses his lips against yours.
There’s no way life gets any better than this.
Life, in fact, does get better.
Namely, in the sense that you get to spend the whole day watching Disney movies with your boyfriend.
And in the sense that, if prompted, Piotr will literally spend several minutes explaining the behind the scenes effort that went into the animating the old movies, the techniques used by the artists to construct the backgrounds, and the sheer level of talent it takes to sync audio to hand-fucking-painted animation.
That, and the movies are just that gorgeous. Granted, the writing in the newer ones are usually better --the two of you opt to hop back and forth between old and new since there’s no way you’ll make it through every single Disney movie in one day--but the level of artistry in all of them leaves you absolutely speechless.
“Man, I’ve really been missing out!” you murmur, awestruck, as you watch the ‘Whole New World’ sequence in Aladdin. “This is amazing! How did they even do this?”
“Much of animation was done on computers at this point,” Piotr says. “It allows for art to move better with music, more creative freedom.”
“No kidding.” You can’t help but smile as you watch the magic carpet soar up into the clouds as the music swells. “This is really beautiful.”
“Da,” Piotr agrees softly.
And then he shifts closer to you, stretches his arms above his head, and lets one settle around your shoulders as he relaxes again.
Suddenly, your proximity to your boyfriend is a lot more interesting than the movie. You’re tucked against his side, sitting thigh to thigh, and his arm is warm and comfortably heavy on your shoulder.
You’re hit by a desire to kiss him --and it suddenly occurs to you that there’s nothing stopping you. The two of you are in a relationship, there’s no one around that would make doing it ‘inappropriate,’ and you’re practically on a quasi-date. There’s never been a better time for it.
You wriggle into his lap until you’re straddling him, propped up on your knees --he’s so much taller than you that at times it’s almost ridiculous--and loop your arms around his next before leaning into kiss him.
Piotr’s hands flit up and down your arms, your shoulders, and your sides before settling at your waist. He uses his hold on you to pull you close, bringing the two of you flush together.
You let out a happy sigh when he wraps his muscular arms around you, effectively cradling you against his burly chest, and kiss him harder. You’ve been pining for him for so long, and now that the two of you are together you never want to stop kissing him. Touching him. Being around him.
“Is this your way of saying that you don’t want to watch movie anymore?” Piotr asks, a little breathless, when the kiss breaks.
“No,” you murmur as you kiss the bridge of his nose. “I just love you.”
His cheeks flush a lovely shade of rose as he smiles sweetly at you. “I love you too, myshka.”
You turn around and settle in his lap to finish watching the movie, snuggled happily in his arms.
This. Life definitely doesn’t get better than this.
Except it does. The universe is hellbent on proving you wrong today, and you’re loving every moment of it.
Once the film finishes, Piotr suggests that the two of you take a stroll through the gardens to get your blood flowing.
The carefully arranged and tended to patches of flowers and bushes look utterly wonderful in the golden, early evening light. A soft breeze stirs the late spring air, keeping everything perfectly comfortable as the two of you walk along the gravel pathways.
Piotr’s hand in solid and warm around yours, and you never expected such a small, simple form of contact to feel so exhilarating. You almost can’t believe that it’s real, that he’s really your boyfriend now and really loves you.
The two of you talk about whatever comes to mind --mostly the movies you’ve been watching--and take your time as you meander around the grounds of Xavier’s. There’s no reason to hurry; the students and teachers won’t be back from their beach trip for a few more hours, there aren’t any missions that need responding to, and with Wade out of the house on one of his jobs there aren’t any explosions or other disasters to shatter the easy, peaceful lull in the air.
“I’ve really enjoyed today,” you say quietly as you squeeze Piotr’s hand.
“So have I, dorogaya moya. This has been... wonderful.” He stops --slowly enough that you don’t stumble or jerk back--and bends down to kiss you.
You smile into the kiss, and rest one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek.
It’s absolutely magical. Maybe the Disney movies have been rubbing off on your life.
“Think we have time for one more movie?” you ask when he pulls back.
“I think so,” he says with a soft, happy smile.
“Cool.” You grin giddily as you walk back to the house, hand in hand, the promise of more quiet, intimate, magic-filled time together beckoning alluringly.
This. Life doesn’t get better than this.
#sass writes#piotr rasputin x reader#colossus x reader#fluff fluff fluff#pure fluff#so many cavities were formed in the process of making this fic#deadpool fanfiction#x men fanfiction#disney
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Rewatching SPN 5x04
I don’t know if anyone noticed, though someone probably did, but honestly I’m surprised even I caught it, but when Dean wakes up to the end!verse and looks out the motel room window, there was a sign reading “now playing route 666” and HAH wow just. Idc if that’s the same name as another movie or whatever I’m calling that as a throwback to season 1. But then Dean later saying sympathy for the devil and I KNEW it was an episode title and whoop Callback!!! 🤣
Continuing on the cheery note before I go all angsty, though I never do it the other way around being beyond me (maybe cuz the happy part is easier and shorter.. yeah that’s it) stones!Cas, while sad, was still hilarious. His voice is much higher, as opposed to being all Castiel he’s more jimmy/Misha, whichever... and he laughs at past!Dean... right in front of endverse!Dean’s face... stupidly daringly brave... but funny.
But okay dark moment, I don’t know if this registered around the first time I saw this episode but woah... fuck Cas died didn’t he - in that honest to god suicide mission... woah goddamn endverse!Dean is so... dark and...battleworn
And that brings me to Dean though I wanna point out a couple quick things that are.. eh neutral and then relatively dark
1. Dean in in actual 2014 s9? Totally had a beard but that was probably because of the whole MoC and the thing with Sam... but I don’t know that guaranteed a beard.. though still totally cool that the writers nonetheless wanted him to remain completely similar to past!Dean, more of which I’ll talk about later
2. I found it (inappropriately) ironically hilarious how apparently Bobby is dead in 2014, and sure enough his status is still dead in s9 anyway.. I don’t know man stupid thought that had me surprised at myself but still.
Right. Now. Dean. Jensen. Can I just totally take a moment to appreciate how damn well Jensen acted??? Like, okay, I know, that for some reason Jensen felt like his entire episode’s worth of acting was blown away in comparison to the bit Jared did, and yeah, I’ll get to that, but dude. It’s like. Okay, momentary appreciation/recognition to every good actor/actress, but right now, totally dedicated to Jensen and Jared, for making me completely unable to see or even relate these people to Sam and Dean. Like. When they don these characters, they may share a face, they may share characteristics or personalities or certain behaviors... but it’s as if Sam and Dean are completely their own people vs Jensen and Jared. Like. How
Are
Those
The
Same
Frigging
People
Because dude Jensen especially like... he almost had me crying because I couldn’t even frigging associate past!Dean and endverse!Dean to be the same person, because they were both. So. Completely. DIFFERENT!!!! They were supposed to be the same people but NO Endverse!Dean is so much more battle hardened with all the extra years worth of experience and knowledge and pain and trauma and responsibilities (which again, totally far more similar to s9 Dean.. though s9 Dean was still lighter than s10 Dean so maybe s10!Dean and endverse!Dean was the closest but whatever anyway) that compared to him, past!Dean seems so much more innocent and lighter, even though standing alone he still has his own share of burdens and pain, and yet it’s nothing to what endverse!Dean had endured. Just.
And because of that. It makes them both. Completely. Different. People. And Jensen? He did a frigging amazing job - more than! No words in my fairly limited vocabulary can describe his outstanding skills, because it physically boggled my mind just to think that this was both the same person... and yet portrayed by someone completely different who still manages to more than just capture the essence, but deliver it with quality that exceeds anything and everything.
On a few more side notes, again, one light and one dark with a neutral one in between if you ask me:
1. The scent between past!Dean vs endverse!Dean when they first meet was awesome, nerve racking, tense, jittery inducing... and. Hilarious. For the life of me I will never be able to keep a straight face, nor will I be able to stay still when Dean reveals the one thing only Dean would know.. with that frigging smirk and everything, to which endverse!Dean replies with, ‘Touche’... just.
2. Of course Dean wouldn’t believe himself - duh! (But you’d think that because of that, he would know better and that obviously, he’d still find a way out...)
3. But then, when they’re at that cabin with the map and Cas being hilarious and all... but then they leave and it’s just the Deans and such a heart wrenching moment between the two and killing me with the performance... AS IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH, they gotta add in some painful piano music as well, and dude, let me tell y’all something, there’s a reason I love the piano even though I can’t play worth shit, and that’s because it’s like. Almost always the perfect instrument no matter what, and heightens the visual experience...
But when it’s angst playing out on the screen?
I might be considered to be lost if I’m paying attention to the music in particular as opposed to what’s happening in front of me, but dudes, that’s only to acknowledge it and let it fill me with the pain.
Torturous.
Anyway.
I think.. I can move on to Jared now? I think... I covered everything...
Dude. He’s still a good actor though. Like. He definitely. Was not Jared at that moment. And calling him Sam also was like. Okay maybe it struck to close to Sam on demon blood.. and I don’t know I’m just used to seeing lucifer as Mark Pellegrino... but...
Hearing the story of how Satan became Satan from a frigging tv show should not have made me that thoughtful or emotional.
And yet. He managed it.
So yeah. I felt my heart break right alongside Dean’s at that moment, though of course never to that extent.
Zachariah sure does have a thing with zapping Dean to places - like alternate universes (😉😏😏😏) though, doesn’t he..
And Castiel saving him right. On. Time. And just. That satisfied smile or whatever just had me cheering for Castiel because god it was just.
Don’t
Ever
Change
But HAH when Dean picks up the phone and he thinks it’s Cas and the way he replies “dammit Cas I need to sleep!” And it’s all gruff and he’s still pretty happy relatively speaking and more.. not elated but loose limbed I guess, hunting with Cas, and it all disappears the moment he realizes it’s Sam speaking, and hence commence the angst fest.
And ah. That’s what I wanted to talk about since the beginning of the episode.
Honestly, I felt like they were just pushed into working back together again, and because of everything that was happening around them, with Dean working so fervently towards changing the damn future.. again, I might have mentioned it before, but if I haven’t, well. It’s like Sam and Dean were forced to reconcile because of external circumstances, which, I may not be well versed in psychology or all that, but it still didn’t strike me as healthy.
Like, yeah, Dean not talking to Sam ended up in him saying yes to Lucifer or whatever, but that ended up with the Croats and all (Croats!!! Dean and lingo and confused Dean but then comprehension dawning on him!!), so because of that, it’s like Dean has to work - no, muddle and struggle through to hurry up and salvage their relationship, just for the sake of/because the damn world and it’s future rested on their shoulders. So yeah, the way they had to push through all that... while I mean, it worked in the end?
Maybe it also didn’t. Maybe.. maybe it could have been better if they actually did spend some time apart (and wait, before y’all attack me for saying this) because Dean had to work through his pain of betrayal, and Sam through his own pains as well, but they were forced to do that together, and maybe it worked, maybe it just went to pushing them closer together all the way in the end...
Or maybe they should have been able to work through some of their problems on their own. Granted, it obviously could have also meant that they never would have reconciled ever again, but that was also another aspect of the apocalypse, wasn’t it? Dean decides they should never be together again, resulting in Sam saying yes to Lucifer, but that’s only because Dean thought they’d actually have a chance if they weren’t fighting together
But take out the MAJOR apocalypse factor (in which case honestly I don’t even think this problem would have been there in the first place but anyway)
But say that for the time being it wasn’t there, and they had sometime to figure out their problems on their own. Okay, yeah, chances are apart from a bunch of angsty moments where Dean recalls Sam’s memory, because mo matter what he’s only ever truly happy with Sammy by his side... but overall, in the hunting life? He’s a lot a more relaxed/less stressed, more likely to smile when he didn’t have to constantly worry about Sam and the demon blood and the secrets and the lies and the broken trusts which okay no apocalypse no demon blood none of this but still
But still. It could have soothed the pain enough, because yes, Dean is one to hold a grudge as much as he forgives easily, depending on the situation and this calling for both cuz it’s his brother but the deed committed was as bad as they are close as if to get their relationship... time still would have weathered away at Dean, enough to chip away at least enough anger for them to work through it somewhat more easily than they did.
And the same goes for Sam. Yes, he’d have maybe felt even more guilty, or maybe he’d have found another way of redemption, to find peace within himself, but eventually... eventually he would not only be more on par with wanting to make amends with Dean, which in a way, he already does, though in 5x04 no that wasn’t his main concern... but not only that but he’d be more at ease.. more easily susceptible to having a proper conversation, without as much as the angst that tore our hearts as it did in the show.
..yup. That’s about it. I’m surprised if anyone even read this far, honestly, this was just a way to get my own thoughts outta my head, but hey, if anyone read it 🤷♀️😁👌🏽😄😅
#spn#Supernatural#spn s5#spn season 5#Supernatural s5#Supernatural season 5#s5#season 5#5x04#spn 5x04#Supernatural 5x04#The End#Dean Winchester#Sam Winchester#Endverse!Dean#endverse!Cas#cas#castiel#Jensen Ackles#Jared Padelecki#rewatching spn
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Rumors
Word count: 1820
Warnings: ANGST
Author’s note: I feel like I got a lot to say right now. Sorry about that in advance.
First of all this scenario is inspired by K.A.R.D.’s “Rumor”. At first I didn’t liked that song but I started liking it eventually. And damn this photoshoot gets me everytime. Also I don’t have the feeling I wrote a good Jimin story yet so I hope this will be poppin.
Second thing: I guess you noticed that I am repeating the members now. I mostly pick who I think would fit the role but there hasn’t really been any request regarding a certain group/member. Just to let you know that I am open for any suggestion! If not then I am willing to continue my own comeups ;)
For the third and last thing I just reached 400 followers!! ♥♥♥ For that I wanted to welcome every new companion and of course thank you all :D It is overwhelming to me how this blog grew out of nothing :) I will continue as long as you guys like me to ;) But now we will get going!
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rumor
/ˈrumər/
Definitions: noun; A currently circulating story or report of uncertain or doubtful truth usually spread by word of mouth.
Y/N’s POV
This one is gonna be about rumors and how they can destroy everything despite how perfect it seemed to be.
“Y/N take a seat. I gotta show you something you won’t like”, my friend’s voice was serious.
“Woah what is with thos bad vibes? Did you accidentally bought the wrong colour of nail polish?”, I joked knowingly that Maia tended to be overdramatic from time to time.
“No, really Y/N. Sit down. I am not joking.”
“Okay, now you are actually scaring me.” I took a seat on our usual spot in our favourite café “Puzzles”.
“It is really not easy for me. On the one side I feel terrible to be the one to deliver you these bad news but on the other hand I know it is my duty as your best friend to protect you and your fragile heart.” She reached over the table and took my hands in hers. Slightly weighing them from side to side. A sign of nervousness?
“Spit it out already or else my oh so fragile heart is going to explode!”, I tried to joke again but this time only a uneasy laugh escaped my lips.
She let out a heavy sigh before loooking straight into my eyes. “Jimin is cheating on you.”
The smile faded. My mouth went to a straight line. I couldn’t say a word. My lips felt like they were glued together. My mind on the other hand was going crazy.
“I saw him with a girl the other day. They were all lovey dovey and about to go to the cinema. I couldn’t get too near since he would have noticed me but I took a couple of pictures from afar. There are not the best quality but they speak for themself.” She slided her phone towards me, showing a picture of a boy and a girl in his arms. I could regocnize him immediately. Out of hundreds of people I could regocnize this figure, these hands, this lovely face. This is Jimin! I felt my chest tighten. It was shoot from behind but their faces were close enough for a possible kiss. My eyes widen and I picked up the phone to look even closer.
“Y/N. Say something”, she pleaded while watching me contemplating silently.
My knuckles began to turn white because my grip was so tight around the phone. Then I through it back on the table and rose my finger threateningly. “You better are not joking about this Maia. I swear to god.”
How her features sunk down to form a pitiful look. That was when I knew she was not lying. “I am so sorry Y/N.” She took my hand again and gently stroked over the back.
Tears had started to burn down my cheeks. I let my head sunk down on the table and started sobbing. My shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
“Please tell me you are lying! Tell me this is not true!”, I pleaded between my sobs.
“Oh how I wish I could do that”, she repeated like a mantra while rubbing over my back in a soothing manner. But I could not calm down. This was nothing to calm down over. Nothing to forgive.
The door bell disturbed the deadly silence in my apartment. I ignored it at first. In my current condition I did not need any visitors to come along on top. I rolled myself into fetus position. The ringing continued and even intensified. I grabbed a pillow and pressed it to my ear to shut out this annoying noise. It took another minute before the ringing died out. I sighed relieved as I put the pillow aside. Just to hear loud banging. Is this person nuts?!
Loaded with a wave of anger I stood up and stomped towards the door ready to fight anyone who would greet me on the other side. I tore the door open.
“Who the fuc-”, I broke off mid-sentence, “Jimin”, the name felt so heavy on my lips.
“Y/N. Thank god you are alive. You worried me to death. Why haven’t you answered any of my calls or text messages the past days?! I was about to call the police!” He wrapped his arms around me so tightly.
One hand around the back of my neck and one on my lower back. I felt like I was his most precious possession and he had to make sure I knew that. Jimin carassed slowly up and down my back. He did it exactly like I was used to. But knowing he must held another girl like this, changed everything. Now I felt tiny in his arms. Easy to crush. Like he had done it with my heart. Yes, indeed it was a fragile heart.
As I snapped back to reality I shoved him away forcefully. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Park Jimin. Leave my house. Leave my life.” I closed the door with a bang right in front of his face.
He will not give in so easy. I knew him good enough to know that.
Maia‘s POV
The significant “bling” noise indicated that I got a message. I picked up my phone as I read “Jiminie” my heart started beating.
Jiminie: “Hey Maia, do you maybe have an idea what is up with Y/N? She just threw me out without a proper explanation and since then I cannot reach her at all. I think she blocked me.”
Me: “Oh hey Jiminie! It is so good to hear from you! How are you?”
Jiminie: “Well not so good according to my previous question. So do you know something?!”
Me: “You should not be so bitchy if you want something from me.” I scoffed.
Jiminie: “I am sorry. I know that. But this is nagging me the whole time. I cannot focus on anything or sleep properly. My thoughts are always circling around her. I did not forget an important date right?”
I rolled her eyes before typing again: “To be honest with you I think Y/N changed a lot in the past weeks. She is always moody and-”
Jiminie: “No, this can’t be our anniversary is next month and her birthday was already.” He send before I could finish my message. I smirked to herself. Let us see how your oh so stable relationship will crumble down. I continued typing to finish the message: “is picking fights. I cannot explain myself why she is like this.” Send.
Jiminie: “Me neither. It was exactly the same situation with me. I really am afraid to lose her, if he is acting like this. She is so unpredictable. I would to anything! I am willing to change myself but I do not know what I did wrong.”
Y/N, Y/N, Y/N is she everything he thinks about?!
Me: “You really should not take the blame onto yourself. Have you considered that maybe it is just Y/N who does not know what she wants anymore.”
Jiminie: “What are you implying? Did she mentioned anything towards you?!”
Now I got you! My smirk grew even wider.
Me: “Well not exactly but she hinted a week ago or so that she thinks your relationship is kinda boring.”
This reply was coming in faster then the ones before.
Jiminie: “Boring?! How…?”
Me: “How dare her right? I immediately told her what an awesome boyfriend you are and that she should be lucky to have you! I would never treat you like this by the way. But…” Keep him in suspense a little longer.
Jiminie: “But?! What?! Tell me!”
Me: “Maybe we should meet up? I think I rather tell you this in person.”
Jiminie: “Is it that bad? Please tell me!”
Me: “Let us say we will meet in one hour in front of “Puzzles” ?”
Jiminie: “I head out right away.”
I put my phone aside and started walking towards the bathroom. I gotta look good for our first date though.
Y/N’s POV
I knew I could not lock myself up at home forever. I needed to buy groceries and attend classes. Although I was always scared of meeting Jimin. I have not seen him for over a week now. Not since I told him to fuck off. At first he called about thirty times a day and showered me with messages. Eventually they became less and yesterday they were none at all. I guess he moved on with his new bitch. I gritted my teeth to suppress the lump in my throat. Good for him.
Strangely I could barely reach Maia for the past days. I tried it a couple of times to ask if she want to hang out. She always told me she was busy. Apparently she had a new lover. I should be happy for her, right? It was hard but I tried my best. At least my better half found someone she can trust. While I was wondering if I could do that ever again.
I was just heading towards my history lecture but I wanted to fetch a coffee beforehand. So I obviously made my way to “Puzzles” since they do have the best coffee in town. Their cappuccino was sent straight from heaven. As I waited for my order to be ready I scanned the shop. Some loners were hanging over their laptops typing furiously or had headphones on and nodded their head with the music. But mostly this spot was filled with couples. A little envious I looked at them sitting next to each other while they were whispering sweet nothings to each other ears.
“Miss Y/N? Your coffee is ready”, the barista called out. I snapped back to reality and smiled at the girl who was handing me my cup. I paid and made my way out.
I had only took a small sip as the cup of coffee slided out of my hands. Not out of clumsiness as you may think. More out of shock. Because the scenario in front of me let me loose every faith I had to humanity.
Maia’s arms slung around Jimin’s figure. There was really no space between them and he was obviously hugging her back. His head nuzzled into the crook of her neck while one of his hand rested around the back of her neck and one on her lower back. My heart felt like it has stopped beating and all the air in my lungs had vanished. As everything went black in front of my eyes a last thought stroke through my head.
Maybe this was about toxic friends all along. Whom I should have cut out off my life way earlier. Not that it would matter anymore. Everything was shattered right in front of my eyes and I didn’t do anything to stop it…
I do am really proud of this! I hope you like it too! ♥
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