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mischievous-thunder · 11 hours
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murmeloni · 1 month
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I need more fanboy Clark Kent in my life.
Like, he's seen Bruce Wayne interact with a child once and immediately fell in love with the guy. Now his bedroom walls are plastered with posters and he follows several social media accounts focused on capturing pictures of Bruce with kids and/or animals etc. He defends Bruce to anyone, no matter the antics he gets up to and it has become a bit of a running gag around the office.
Then, one day, Cat is out sick and someone jokingly suggests Clark should cover the gala in her stead, seeing as Bruce Wayne will be there and maybe this'll be Clark's shot to finally get his man? To everyone's surprise, Perry really does assign the gala coverage to Clark, who spends the days leading up to the event in a state somewhere between absolute panic and ultimate bliss.
But when the day finally arrives, Bruce doesn't show.
Of course Clark does his job and interviews everyone there (yes, even Lex Luthor) but a part of him spends all night waiting for Bruce to crash the party late, like he so often does.
Eventually, Clark gives up hope and it's shortly after that, that he stumbles upon one of the children dragged along to the event by their parents. Because apparently someone thought a charity gala was a good environment for an eight year old. The parents are nowhere in sight and the child is close to tears, so Clark makes it his mission to cheer the little girl up, regaling her with stories from his upbringing on a Kansas farm while he searches the crowd for her family.
With Clark thus occupied, he doesn't notice Bruce Wayne finally making his appearance for the night. But Bruce definitely notices him. The gentle giant who's all kind smiles and corny jokes... Until he finds the girl's parents. Uncaring of the fact that he's here on a job and that these people are richer than any one person should be and could easily sue him into oblivion, he takes them aside, fire in his eyes, and tears them a new one for losing track of their kid like this. Anything could have happened to her and maybe the readers of the Daily Planet would like to know about that? After all, how reliable and trustworthy could a company whose CEOs won't even look after their own daughter really be?
Bruce is immediately smitten. The passive-aggressive lecture and subtle threats - not to mention the broad shoulders and handsome face - are incredibly attractive to him and he wastes no time cornering the man afterwards.
Clark, who is so starstruck by the mere sight of Bruce coming towards him that he loses the ability to speak, nearly faints when Bruce just straight up shoves his tongue into his mouth. They end up in one of the coat rooms and Clark thinks that's it, just a one night stand. It sucks that he won't see Bruce again, but the night was amazing and at least he has the memory to treasure, right?
He thinks that right up until he gets to work the next day and two dozen red roses are waiting for him on his desk. There's a handwritten card nestled inbetween the petals and on it is the name of a restaurant along with a date and time. It's signed by Bruce.
And that is how Clark gets together with his celebrity crush.
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short-honey-badger · 2 months
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Older Men
Pairing! Crocodile x Reader
Warnings! Drinking
Crocodile realizes that you need someone older to take care of you, not the boys that you seem to want.
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You fast walk through the tall tents of Buggy Town, arms wrapped tight around yourself and head ducked low so that no one else could see the tears streaming down your face. You'd been rejected again, but the third man in less than three weeks. All you wanted was a little companionship, someone to hold you close at night. To kiss you good morning when you woke up. Was that so wrong to want from someone your own age?
You don't notice how close you've gotten to Crocodile's side of the town until you physically bump into the man himself. You grunt when you lose your balance, and you brace for a fall that never happens. Instead, you feel warm sand supporting your back and upper arms, gently setting you back on your feet, and dangerously close to the ex warlord.
“Pretty things like you should watch where they are going,” Crocodile grouches lowly, and you look up at him through wet lashes.
“Sorry, sir. I'll be more careful,” you murmur, and fresh tears spout up at the reprimand. Now look at what you've done. Gone and pissed off one of the leaders of the Cross Guild.
Crocodile looks down at you, looking rather unimpressed with the thick cigar clenched between his teeth. He recognizes you and has seen your walk of shame back to his side of town each time your little date didn't go as planned. He didn't understand why you would want to waste your time on pip squeaks like them when he has been here this whole time.
The devil fruit user comes to the conclusion quickly and spins on his heel, “Come with me.”
You blink at his retreating back and jump to follow after him when he glances over his shoulder with an expectant look. You follow him to the edge of the town, and he steps to the side to allow you inside his personal tent first. You're just a little nervous being in here. You've known Crocodile for a while, after all.
He breezes past you, stopping at his desk to pour two glasses of dark liquor. He pushes one glass to the edge, an obvious offer that you are hesitant to accept. However, it's never a wise choice to not accept anything that the towering man offered.
The liquor burns as it goes down, but you find yourself relaxing because of it. You watch as Crocodile hums in satisfaction and sits back in his chair, mouth going a bit dry at the way he spreads his legs and rests his dangerous hook on his thigh.
“Why do you bother with those boys?”
You jump at the unexpected timbre and whip around to give him a look of confusion. He scowls at you, rolling his purple eyes skyward.
“Don't play ignorant. I've watched you each time you come crying back home. Why do you keep trying with them?”
You sink into yourself a little. You don't understand why it matters to Crocodile, but you couldn't not answer your boss.
“I um. I should be with someone my own age, right?” You say carefully. You've never really thought too much about the why of it.
“ku- ha ha, Who told you that?” He demands and his voice drips with condescension, clearly thinking you an idiot. You blush and embarrassed tears well up.
“No one? I just thought that's how it's supposed to go.”
Crocodile lets out a soft hmm, and then sets his now empty glass away. He eyes you, looking all cute and pathetic.
“Come here, Doll,” he murmurs and pats his lap, “Those boys out there will never know how to treat a beautiful woman. You need someone to take charge, someone who knows what they're doing. Someone a little older.”
Your face feels like it's on fire, but you can't help but hang on to every word that the gator says, his tone soft and beckoning. You step closer, clearly nervous, but Crocodile makes your decision for you when the ground under your feet becomes less stable and you fall forward, catching yourself on his broad shoulders.
Crocodile rumbles another laugh and tugs you into his lap properly, tucking you close to his chest. His hand finds your face, and the ex warlord is gentle in the way that he wipes your spilled tears away. His eyes soften, and you look on in wonder as he leans in and presses his lips to the top of your head.
“You've got me now, _, so don't think for a second that I'll send you away.”
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catostrofiqu · 5 months
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"Since when were you a lawyer"
"Since I went to law school"
Dunno who's asking but Danny decides to become a lawyer to press charges against the GIW after holding Amity Park hostage by cutting them off from the outside world and implementing their own laws.
Sure they've already been charged but some of them keep trying too reinstate themselves within Amity.
Maybe Danny goes to Gotham to get help from Harvey Dent.
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corvid007 · 26 days
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i feel like as the content and demografics have gotten older people are getting better at making more ‘normal’ Original Characters. that being said.
i really want an imagine of Hazbin/Helluva characters reacting to a ‘Barbie/Mary Sue’ character.
Vaggie is iritated that they are able to dodge and deflect/reflect all of her blows.
Angel is a little taken aback but enjoys that someone also really like dirty jokes. he is shocked to see/hear that someone has more experience then him in his ‘ genre ‘👀 a lot little jealous that you are able to do so many things in so many roles.
Lucifer in awe and begging you to teach him how you made the perfect duck. following you around like a little duckling while feeling a little jealous/spiteful because you are what heaven wanted. someone who was able to get everything done with no troubles, someone who brought people together with your dreams rather then distract them.
Husk being surprised and concerned that someone is able to drink his under the table. getting mad pissed off and accusing you of cheating for beating him at every. single. card game. even one upping him in illusionary magic
Nifty being amazed by the fact you’ve been with so many bad boys. and having pictures and stories as proof.
Alastor being irritated that you are him. but MORE. more persuasive. more charismatic. more powerful. more entertaining, your so entertaining that you have him hypnotized, HIM. it doesn’t help that everyone is talking about how amazing you are either.
Charlie would be ecstatic that you are there. someone else so powerful and popular is wanting to stay at the hotel! and now that your there more people are coming too!! why did it take you coming here to attract everyone? she’s happy that you being here is attracting people, but was she not enough? heck, you were able to convince people of her plan with only one word. you even convinced the V’s and her dad that it’s not such a bad idea.
well….
those were just supposed to be examples…
i blacked out damb, someone feel free to do this with other characters lmao
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What's her story?
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creepslayer7 · 4 months
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ok so in most of the dcxdp stories I've seen, Duke finds Danny super bright(which I love because it makes me think of a star) but what if he just can't see Danny at all. And when he tell the rest of the batfam they think he's just talking about like Danny not having an aura but he is just completely invisible to Duke even when the rest can see him.
Idk why 🤷‍♀️ maybe his 'true form' is incomprehensible so he just doesn't appear like Lucy (Scarlett Johanson)
Idk I just think it would be cool but that's all I got for it so pls feel free to build off it🙏
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creadigol · 6 months
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*Warning: Contains a very creepy criminal and mentions of past murders.
Hero could only manage a pained, wet gasp as they lay bleeding on their kitchen floor. 
It had all gone so wrong. 
The case was a typical undercover deal. Hero got the missions handed to them from the police themselves. A simple bag and tag of a drug dealer. Not even big time, just little things here and there. Normally, something this small wasn’t even on Hero’s radar, but they were told the Criminal had a type and Hero fit the bill perfectly. 
Hero had the looks and countenance Criminal would respond to. 
And oh how Criminal had responded…though they certainly weren’t a drug dealer. 
Well they were…but they were something much worse as well.
“I don’t want this to last all night dear,” Criminal cooed from above. They had a look of concentration as if trying to memorize every agonizing moment of Hero bleeding out. “You gave a good fight…truly the best I’ve seen…but now I really must move on. Can’t have you be the only victim this week now can we?” 
Criminal knelt down beside them. Despite every fiber of Hero’s being telling them to move, run, flee, they could only give a pained whine, their hands clutched over their abdomen. 
“Yes,” Criminal continued. They reached out and stroked Hero’s hair. “You really are perfect aren't you? It’ll be difficult to find someone else who fits so well…but it really can’t be helped.” 
How could they have been so blind? All the victims had all looked the same…all looked like Hero. When the police told them the drug dealer had a type…how had they not seen? How had any of them not seen? 
The serial killer they had been hunting for months now stood over them, a smile spreading on their lips as Hero’s eyes struggled more and more to stay open. 
“Come now,” Criminal took both of Hero’s hands in theirs and gently pulled, taking the pressure off the wound and letting the blood spread across both their hands. “Let’s not prolong this dear.” 
Hero could only whimper as they felt the blood flow freely. A tear escaped, despite their best efforts. 
“That’s it,” Criminal grinned as they watched Hero cry. “My favorite part.” 
“Yeah?” Came a voice from behind them, “Mine too.”
A grunt and suddenly Criminal wasn’t above Hero anymore. A new strong pair of hands clamped over their abdomen and an icy feeling spread through them viciously. 
Hero cried out and jerked, only to have the same hands hold them down by the shoulders. 
“Easy,” Came a voice. “Easy now, that was a lot to heal. You’ll need to eat and sleep for a week before you move around.” 
“Villain?” Hero rasped. Their vision had cleared and the pain in their stomach had ebbed to only a throb. Their entire body was heavy though, as if they had used every last ounce of their energy and then some, leaving only the power to breath and whisper a few words. 
A hand ran through their hair, sweeping it from their sweat covered forehead. Unlike before, this touch only conveyed concern and comfort rather than sadistic pleasure. 
“Yeah buddy, it’s me. I’m sorry I was late, but you should be alright in a couple weeks.” 
Hero gazed up at them in confusion. “But how?” 
“Like I don’t know what the police are up to at any given moment. When they called you in for a minor drug deal I got a little suspicious…and here we are.” Villain gave them a  rueful smile. 
“But…Criminal…” Hero struggle to keep their eyes open. 
“No longer a problem.” Villain said. Then they looked a little troubled, pausing in their ministrations of Hero’s hair. “Best not to look to your right though…you have too fair a disposition to look at Criminal now.” 
Hero could only open their mouth in response before darkness took them.
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I want to express my frustration because... im trying to write some time travel Merthur fanfic as one does...
and I keep hitting my head against the same wall. Because just in case you didn't know England SUCKED before imperialism and colonialism.
Not that that made it better but, the English isles didn't have a variety of fruits or vegetables, the did have meat and fish and salt I think, but no sugar or way of producing it but honey if I remember correctly.
And admittedly climate change is a pain in the ass, but in medieval times the winters probably consisted in huge blizzards and freezing for 4 months.
They didn't even had tea!!!
All the good stuff its because of colonialism which is horrible for the world but whatever.
Im trying so hard to ignore this facts... to be free and write about silly angsty boys but I needed someone to know how difficult it is.
Because Merlin having lived in a 21 century would have spent since the 16th drinking bloody tea, and now he is back in time and doesn't have tea, doesn't even have sugar, it's a pain in the ass to get milk, and he can't even get his favorites foods because the fruits and vegetables aren't even evolved yet.
BECAUSE YES! All of the greens have suffered a tremendous amount of change because of selective farming!! so even if there were apples back there, they probably wasn't the same apple, probably weren't even half as sweet as they are now a days!
Same with animals, and plants. Many of the species have gone extinct but they existed back then. And im dying for a chance to bring this into the fic, to prove just how difficult the transition it's, but a the same time, it doesn't matter right? not really.
bUT I NEEDED TO VENT A LITTLE SO thank you for listening to my rant.
Also im not even a history girly, im an art babe, so all of this I know by logic and assumptions from my art history clases, and my hyper fixation, so obviously take everything with a grain of salt.
((It's just that I was cooking and I was trying to think which ingredients were available at that time to make the most simple dish but no, there was almost none, no spices, no tomato, I think the had cabbage, and like broccoli because its the same plant, but probably wasn't evolved into all of the different versions we know, they had beans, and lentils I think, the potatoes come from South America, so no potatoes, the had bread but what kind of bread??? sO YEAH, this is my head.. all the time))
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3littleemoji · 18 days
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#PROMT:
After Danny defeats Dan, the other time line collapsed. Unfortunately all the built up energy of the failed time stream has to go somewhere. The quickest and safest place is this new alternative time line.
AKA: Danny absorbs Dan's memories and powers - and every other surviver of the failed time line absorbed their alternates memories as well.
Including some members of the Bat family.
(The reason this doesn't happen every time one of the Flash family time travels is because they are basically manually unwinding time)
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kitchen-spoon · 10 months
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Pls I need famous rockstar Eddie as a guest Judge on drag race. Imagine he judges on a music challenge or something. He would be so good at coming up with the shitty puns and like he would def love any alt style queens. He would also give serious advice tho and like rlly try to help with his critique
And because I can’t help but Steddie-fy it. Steve would be so jealous Eddie got to go that he bugged Chrissy (she could be his manager) until she finally had an accommodation made so he could come. He takes selfies with all the girls and posts them on social media 100% stealing Eddie’s spotlight.
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mischievous-thunder · 5 months
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3twindragons · 5 months
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When Wade found a radioactive spider in a lab he couldn't let it stay there. No after he noticed that the spider wrote "trapped" with his webs. The little guy was clearly intelligent and needed saving.
He took it with him and named it George. Now they are making ugly Christmas sweaters while watching the golden girls.
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Meanwhile someone is going into panic mode, after the same radioactive spider that bit him all those years ago, goes missing.
"Agh...damn Parker luck!".
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short-honey-badger · 2 months
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Imagine with me a moment...
Say Buggy pulls a Shanks some time after the redhead meets Luffy. He finds the poor reader in some unfortunate situations and decides to have a kind heart for once. Buggy takes you under his wing, but somehow, you still end up a decent human being despite being raised by the clown captain and his crew. * You thank Shanks and Benn for that and their copious amounts of visits.*
Say you and Buggy reunite with one another after Marineford, then later when the Cross Guild is formed, Buggy grows a bit of a backbone when it comes to his kid. Actually, standing up to Crocodile and Mihawk when they show interest in you, even though he's shaking so hard, his body threatens to come apart.
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“_ is like my kid to me, and I- I don't give a damn if you two can kick my ass. You best not lay a finger on them!” He shrieks, red in the face as courage wars with the fear that thurms in his chest.
Crocodile and Mihawk share a look of muted surprise. They hadn't thought that there was anything in the world that would get the cowardly pirate to stand up to them.
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blabberjay · 4 months
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Pre-TBOSAS SNOWJANUS AU: (PART 2)
[P.s: This is from Sejanus' POV]
Sejanus walks away from his spot, devastated at what he had just heard. Coryo finds him annoying. He barely tolerates him. Sejanus rubs his burning eyes away. He can't cry. Not here, not now.
He leaves before he can hear what other comments Coryo might add about him. He walks around the campus grounds. Normally, he'd admire the landscape, taking in the view of the University buildings, trees, exotic flowers and lush bushes surrounding them.
He doesn't do that today, or any other day for that matter, he can't bring himself to look up from the ground. Watching as his feet take one step after another. He feels numb. Empty. It goes on for a week.
He avoids going to the same lectures as Coryo, he skips meal time, so he doesn't have to see him in the lunch hall. He even goes out of his way to walk on longer routes to the University, so he doesn't cross paths with him.
He thought Coryo was his friend. His only friend. The only person who understood where he was coming from. As someone born from a district, he already knew about the scrutiny and judgment that he would be subjected to, even at a young age.
But he never expected this from Coryo. Ever since they first met, Sejanus was enamoured with the way the little boy carried himself. He was charming and kind and gentle. He was the perfect boy.
He was so happy when Coryo smiled at him for the first time. Only eight years old, playing in the park. He remembers being scared, not knowing any of the children there. Gripping at his mother's skirt, refusing to let go.
The other kids were nice to him at first. They played with him, and laughed with him. That is, until he told them that he was from district 2. That's when things changed.
They no longer smiled warmly. Instead, they watched him warily. One kid muttered a slur, another backed away, glaring at him. One boy stepped up and shoved him, pushing him to the ground. Sejanus looks up in fright as he hears the boy say, 'My father says that people from the districts are monsters. You are a monster.'
The other kids surround him and agree, a chant starts as they throw twigs and pebbles his way. 'Go away you monster, leave us alone!' They repeat it over and over. Sejanus curls into himself. Crying and afraid, wanting to reach out to his Ma.
After a while, the kids seem to bore themselves. They leave, but not before Sejanus gets one final kick to the stomach. Sejanus closes his eyes, waiting for the pain to subside. Everything hurts.
Then he feels something soft wiping his tears away. Slowly, he opens his bleary eyes, the sun hitting him in the face. He sees the silhouette of whoever is touching him so gently.
He clears the tears from his eyes and lifts his head to get a better view of the mysterious person. Once his eyes focus, he holds his breath. It's another Capitol boy, staring down at him. His hair seems to shine with the light of the sun behind him. Sejanus notices that the boy's hand is still on his face, slowly wiping away any stray tears with a soft handkerchief.
Sejanus gasps and instinctively flinches away, expecting the young boy to attack him at any moment. Instead, the boy pulls his hand back and seems to study him for a moment. He watches Sejanus for a few more moments. He frowns and tilts his head.
Sejanus shivers under his gaze, he feels like he's being dissected. He lowers his gaze to the floor, waiting for the boy to do something. Then, a hand comes into his view. He looks at it, then back up at the boy. The palm of his hand open wide, waiting expectantly for Sejanus to grab on.
Sejanus slowly lifts his hand up, hesitantly placing his hand in the other's. He slowly lifts him up, never taking his eyes off of him, almost as if he was watching a wounded animal. He helps Sejanus stand up. He trembles for a moment and then composes himself.
The boy leans back and asks if he's ok. Sejanus nods. Then he smiles. At him. Not the way the other kids had smiled before. Compared to his smile, they fell short, fake almost. Sejanus tried to smile back, but winces. He realises his entire body feels sore.
The boy, Coriolanus is his name, helps him look for his Ma. He gives him an odd look when he addresses her as such, but Sejanus supposes that the people of the Capitol call their parents by different names. Once they find his Ma, Coriolanus stays at his side while Ma Plinth worries over him. Once she notices him, she thanks him profoundly.
Coriolanus says he doesn't mind. She gives him a bag of gumdrops as a thank you gift. He stares at the bag strangely. Sejanus watches him and giggles. Coriolanus snaps his head to study him instead of the bag of sweets.
Sejanus doesn't remember what they spoke about that day, all he remembers is feeling warm and content. They parted ways shortly after, Sejanus waving as his Ma dragged him away from the park. Coriolanus didn't wave back, he simply watched as they walked away.
As he walked back home with his ma, he couldn't help but smile. He may be bruised and banged up, but perhaps it was worth it to make a friend . A real friend.
Looking back through his memories, Sejanus wipes away a stray tear. It makes sense in a way, that he would somehow interpret their first encounter as the beginning of a long-lasting friendship. It would seem he got it all wrong.
Coryo, no. Not Coryo, not anymore, that was reserved for close friends. Coriolanus didn't see thier first meeting as the building blocks of a friendship, but that of unsatisfied tolerance throughout the following years to come.
How could he have been so blind? He blindly followed Coriolanus around, thinking, believing they were friends. How long had he been whispering about his true feelings to the other students? Where they all in on it? Of course they were. Of course they knew. Mocking him from the shadows as he dumbly followed the light that was Coriolanus Snow.
Sejanus stops walking and catches his breath. He hadn't realised he started hyperventilating. Sejanus tries to calm down, but he can't. A small sob escapes his mouth as he stands near the trees. His hands are shaking. He just wants it to stop.
He hears a rustling sound nearby.He sobers up, instantly alert. He doesn't need some student finding him like this. He'll never live it down. He scans the area around him slowly. He doesn't see anyone. He let's out a shaky breath. Then, he hears another rustle.
He looks to the side quickly. The bushes. The sound is coming from there. He creeps up slowly, reaching the giant bush. He sees it move in an unnatural manner. He lifts his hands and part the leaves away. There, sitting in the bushes, is a boy.
The boy looks up at him in shock. Leaves are stuck in his dark hair. He seems to be in an uncomfortable position. Sejanus can only assume he fell down, into the bushes. What a weird boy. How on earth did he end up here?
Just as Sejanus is going to offer his hand to help the boy up, the other speaks up.
"Why are you crying?" Sejanjus takes a step back. He had nearly forgotten what he was doing there. He quickly turns away and wipes his tears. At least now he can control his breathing. It would seem this boy was a good distraction from his clouded thoughts.
When he turns back around, he finds the boy trying to pull himself out of the bushes. Sejanus sighs and grabs him by the elbow. He slowly guides him out of the shrubbery, making sure he watches his step as he walks.
Once he's finally out, Sejanus notices how tall he is, taller than Coryo- Coriolanus his mind corrects him.
The boy smiles at him brightly. Sejanus is taken aback. He's not used to students smiling at him like that.
"Thanks for helping me out back there, I was a bit stuck before you showed up." The boy says casually.
It takes a few awkward seconds for Sejanus to realise that the boy is waiting for him to answer.
"Oh, it was nothing really. I'm glad you're alright" with that, Sejanus turns to leave, believing the conversation is over.
"You didn't answer my question earlier." The boy says, not in an accusatory tone. He sounded, curious.
"What question?" Sejanus asks
The boy points at his face. How rude.
"You didn't tell me why you were crying. You're pretty far away from any of the main buildings. There isn't anyone around. You must've walked quite the distance to get here. Whatever's bughing you must be really important." he says as he looks at Sejanus.
Sejanus is, for a lack of better terms, genuinely weirded out. Why was this guy still talking to him. Surely he wouldn't want to be associated with a district boy. He doesn't want to sound mean.
"I'm fine. I wasn't before, but I am now. Your bush adventure took my mind off of things." He looks around and notices that the boy is right. He was far away from any of the campus faculties. Instead, all he sees are the trees, the bushes and the grass nearby.
"I was just....lost in thought. I got a little distracted is all. What brings you here, stranger?" Sejanus asks the boy.
The boy perks up and extends his hand excitedly.
"My name is Alexander, my friends call me Alex. Its nice to meet you." He says, almost too excited.
Sejanus doesn't know how to react to so much positive attention headen his way. He looks at the boy's extended hand and then back up at him. Alexander seems to notice Sejanus' reluctance to shake his hand. He drops his hand down and smiles.
"Sorry, I can be a bit much. Before you helped me out of the bushes, I was walking idly, minding my own business, you know, enjoying the view. And then it attacked me!" He shouts out.
Sejanus is surprised. Attacked? Here on school grounds? It sounds improbable. Who on earth would attack him here?
"Who attacked you?" Sejanus asks carefully
"Not who, What!" He replies
"...what?" Sejanus asks doubtfully
Alexander nods excitedly.
"Yes, what! It came out of nowhere! And then it jumped me. I tried to get it off, but then it's claws came at my face so I had to take a step back, you know to defend myself. But then I tripped in a small hole and fell into the bushes. It was still on my face when I went down. If you heard me scream, no you didn't. Anyway , as I was valiantly fighting the creature off....."
Sejanus had to take a step back, and then another. This guy sure talked a lot. And so very passionately and vividly. Each time he finished a sentence he'd take a step closer to Sejanus' face. Sejanus backs away slowly.
Once Alexander stops rambling, Sejanus smiles awkwardly.
"What exactly did this giant creature look like? Do you know what it was?" Perhaps a rabid mutt had escaped from Dr. Gaul's laboratory. If so, Sejanus can't help but feel sorry for Alexander. The Dr's mutts are horrid beasts of her own creation.
Alexander stops for a moment, the smiles triumphantly.
"A squirrel" he says as a matter of factly.
Sejanus gawks at him for a moment, his mouth dropping a little. Did, did he heat that right?
"....You where attacked....by....a squirrel?" He asks
Alexander nods again. Before he can start rambling on about how strong the little rodent was, Sejanus laughed. Soft giggles turn into a full on laugh. The boy smiles as he looks at him oddly. Sejanus can't help it. What a ridiculous story. He can't keep his laughter inside.
"A squirrel jumped out of nowhere, jumped onto your face, made you trip in a hole and managed to get you trapped in a bunch of bushes?" He asks once more, wheezing as he spoke.
Alexander watches him and simply nods. Sejanus let's out a few more laughs. He hasn't laughed this much in so long. He hasn't smiled all week. Once the laughter stops, Alexander clears his throat. Sejanus looks up at him expectantly.
"You uhm..... you have a pretty laugh" he says bluntly. Sejanus let's out one final laugh. This guy sure knows how to joke around.
"I haven't laughed like that in a while, thank you. You should be more careful in the future, make sure you don't anger any other crazy squirrels." Sejanus comments. Alexander agrees.
"Oh! I didn't get your name." Alexander extends his hand out one more time, an almost hopeful look on his face. Sejanus grabs Alexander's hand and shakes it gently.
They smile at each other for what feels like forever.
"Sejanus" Perhaps he can make a 'real' real friend this time. Maybe not. There's only one way to find out. "My name is Sejanus, it's nice to meet you."
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Part 2 done! This is like chapter one, but from Sejanus' POV. Also, I know the flashback took over most of the chapter, but I thought I made sense when I wrote it down.
Let me now what you think🥰🫧❤️
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corvid007 · 18 days
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adam used to be chill before heaven and got his inflated ego after he arived
reader is his first ‘fangirl’ acting alot like emily (hyper, excitable, loves to talk) she always hung out with adam and loved hearing stories of the mortal world and of the garden.
they hang out less and less as he starts getting more attention from others and as other ‘winners’ start arriving. then his personalility starts getting more cocky to which reader doesnt really like hanging out with him anymore because, “where is the starstuck, story filled man that i once knew?” he trys saying he hasnt changed but in an irritating backhanded way, “no idea what you’re talking about sugartits”. reader doesnt understand the meaning of the names but the way he says them, full of sarcasim and venom, makes her feel ‘gross’ and leads to her not really talking to him anymore. till she pretends she doesnt know him anymore.
huge ego hit for Adam as his first friend probably doesnt wanna admit that doesn’t even wanna know him anymore. thuse leading him to his current attitude. trying to act bigger and better than he is, giving himself distractions (band, girls, the extermination (possibly used as an outlet of his frustrations he cant get in song)) in an effort of surrounding himself in yesmen to make up for the people he lost when he was ‘himself’ (Lilith, Eve, and you)
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