#“Shitty older brother” in a sentence yes but not as a name

[amitywrights]

I've been rewatching Osomatsu-san and have been keeping track of the times the brothers have said each other's names/nicknames because I have always wondered about it so yeah this is very self-indulgent TT_TT but I will be sharing it below.

Note!

1. Included are Seasons 1-3 and The Movie (2019), however I did not include AUs apart from F6 and Girlymatsu, and skipped over recap episodes as well as ending songs and previews

2. I did not include times when their names was said but it wasn't pertaining to them specifically so things like "Osomatsu-kun/-san" as titles or "Karamatsu Girls"

3. I did not count the times where a brother would refer to them as a whole like when Karamatsu would say "brothers" or when Totty says "niisan-tachi" (brothers)

4. The term "niisan"/ "chounan" (older brother) and "suekko" (youngets child) are counted only if they are used as a non descriptor so things like "I'm the eldest", and "Todomatsu, the youngest" do not count. However, they sometimes translate as nicknames based on context so things like "Share with your big bro" and "Come on, little bro" count, I hope this made sense lol

5. This is not 100% accurate 'cause I might miss some, especially when they aren't put into the subs but I did my best to compile it :DD



Season 1



Season 2



Season 3

MOVIE

Final Tally!

Link if you wanna see better

That out if the way, let's award some NEETs yeah?

Below will be the ranking of: Who's name they said the most/least, and who said their name the most/least :DD (Apart from themselves ofc)

Osomatsu

Said the most: Todomatsu (80)

Said the least: Jyushimatsu (50)

Said his name most: Todomatsu (45)

Said his name least: Ichimatsu (13)

Karamatsu

Said the most: Jyushimatsu (51)

Said the least: Ichimatsu (20)

Said his name most: Osomatsu (51)

Said his name least: Ichimatsu (22)

Choromatsu

Said the most: Todomatsu (55)

Said the least: Osomatsu (29)

Said his name most: Todomatsu (70)

Said his name least: Ichimatsu (13)

Ichimatsu

Said the most: Jyushimatsu (59)

Said least: Osomatsu & Choromatsu (13)

Said his name most: Osomatsu (68)

Said his name least: Karamatsu (20)

Jyushimatsu

Said the most: Osomatsu (40)

Said the least: Choromatsu (23)

Said his name most: Ichimatsu (59)

Said his name least: Choromatsu (34)

Todomatsu

Said the most: Choromatsu (70)

Said the least: Karamatsu (31)

Said his name most: Osomatsu (80)

Said his name least: Karamatsu & Jyushimatsu (37)

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Has the most names: Choromatsu (19)

Has the least names: Todomatsu (6)

Mannn I love this, hope you guys enjoyed the data as much as I did lol. If you find mistakes feel free to correct!! And also, ask questions if you have them :DD

My thoughts in tags! Add your thoughts as well I wanna see how mad you guys go with this info

[redroseworks]

Shinazugawa-sensei is homophobic

(I wrote this to be silly so it's just a quick thing with little substance. Set in the Kimetsu academy au)

Genya awkwardly looked up from his homework at Sanemi. He was waiting for Sanemi to be finished with some paperwork before they went home. “I'm dating someone.” He said.

Sanemi glared at him over his paperwork. “So?”

“His name is Tanjiro Kamado.” Genya said. He knew his brother didn't like Tanjiro but his brother didn't like most people.

Sanemi sneered. “I don't want to hear about that. That's fucking gross. Keep that shit to yourself.”

Genya rolled his eyes. He knew that Sanemi wouldn't be happy to hear he was dating Tanjiro. “You're such a homophobic jerk.” Genya said, jokingly.

“Yeah. I hate gay people. They're shitty.” Sanemi said, rolling his eyes. “And I don't want to hear about your stupid so called boyfriend.”

Genya laughed quietly. Sanemi was gay himself and definitely not homophobic. “So you hate me!? Your own brother!?” He asked with an overly dramatic tone.

“Yes. Get back to doing your damn homework you stupid faggot.”

Unknown to the two eldest Shinazugawa brothers, a student (*cough* Murata *cough*) had been coming by to ask Sanemi a math related question and had overheard the two brothers' conversation.

And now said student was not a gossip but he did tell a few people about how he felt bad for Genya and word spread over the weekend that Genya was stuck with a homophobic older brother.

Granted, most people already felt bad for Genya because he was related to Sanemi. But to know that Sanemi was homophobic and Genya was gay? It was… well surprising? People weren't sure but it was fun to gossip.

On Monday, Genya couldn't help but to feel like people were looking at him. He liked to believe it was because he was holding Tanjiro's hand that morning but he had been doing it everyday last week.

Plus they were looking at him like they felt bad. It was like the archery award thing again.

By lunch it was Zenitsu who finally revealed what was going on.

“Genya, I knew your brother was a jerk but I never thought he would be homophobic.” Zenitsu said as he sat down next to Inosuke.

“Huh?” Genya looked at him, confused.

“What are you talking about?” Tanjiro asked.

“Why is the evil math teacher scared of homes?” Inosuke commented.

“I guess someone overheard your brother being homophobic towards you for dating Tanjiro. That he even called you the f word. The whole school's been talking about it.” Zenitsu explained as he started to eat.

Genya's face paled. “The whole school..?”

Zenitsu nodded. “Yeah. Did he really call you the f word?” He asked.

“Uh…” Genya was quiet for a moment. “Well… yes? But that's normal.”

“Genya, your brother shouldn't be calling you that.” Tanjiro huffed. “That's not okay!”

“For real. I know he's dick but I think there's a line.” Zenitsu agreed.

Genya sighed. “He's not homophobic. He's literally gay.”

“You can be gay and homophobic though. I've seen the memes.” Inosuke said.

Genya snorted. “But he's not. Someone probably overheard us being us and assumed the worst.”

“Oh. Good.” Tanjiro said with a smile. “I would have fought Shinazugawa-sensei if he was actually homophobic. And now that you mention it, I'm not surprised he's queer.”

Genya blushed. “Uh…” He had no idea how to respond to such a weirdly sweet and scary comment.

“Stop being gay right in front of my salad.” Zenitsu said. “...wait Shinazugawa-sensei is gay?? I thought him and Kocho-sensei were a thing?!”

“No. Well, they dated when they were in high school for like a month. I have the trauma of seeing them in the middle of fooling around one day when my mom and I took my younger siblings to the park and I forgot my phone…” Genya blushed at the memory. It was so embarrassing to think about. Him and Sanemi shared a room at the time so that was where his phone had been.

Zenitsu's face perked up. “You've seen Kocho-sensei's..”

“Finish that sentence and I'll kill you, Agatsuma.” Shinobu appeared almost as if out of nowhere.

Zenitsu nodded silently.

Shinobu looked at Genya with a smirk. “Heard that your brother was homophobic. Makes sense that he hates himself.” She said.

Genya laughed. “Wasn't it your sister that caused him to turn gay?” He sneered. Were he and Shinobu friends? Maybe. Did they share the bond of being witnesses to the weirdness that was Sanemi dating Kanae? Yes.

“At least she never fooled around with Tomika-sensei.” Shinobu said.

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke all looked shocked by the words out of their upper classmate's mouth.

Genya nodded. “Fair enough. You got him there.”

“Tomioka and Shinazugawa..?” Tanjiro questioned.

Genya smiled at Tanjiro. “You'd find out sooner or later but yeah. They've been dating for about a year now.”

“Huh.” Tanjiro said, clearly processing it.

“Yet they still make out in empty classrooms like teenagers. Too bad someone told Murata to take some papers to Kocho-sensei in that very room.” Shinobu said with a chuckle.

“You're evil. When Sanemi finds out you're behind it, you're dead.” Genya said.

Shinobu shrugged. “Oh I doubt he'd be able to catch me.”

[theglizzardwizard]

Here's some Eve facts because I hate kudos tasks ❤️ and I'm procrastinating

💔🚬🐰: She's on the no ride list for the trolley in Boatyard for life.

💔🚬🐰: She's been banned from Ye Olde Toontown, also for life, and it caused a lot of issues when she had to go there for resistance work.

💔🚬🐰: The first time she got sent to jail was when she shot a stork out of the sky as it was attempting to deliver her younger sister's unwanted baby. (The charges were mostly related to the gun she used being banned in toontown because the stork survived. The baby survived too, and was delivered anyway.)

💔🚬🐰: She's a trans woman and came out of the closet during highschool. It made things awkward with the gang for a little, but they got used to her being her pretty quickly.

💔🚬🐰: She's religious in a really strange way. Fine with drug peddling, extortion, theft, and aggravated assault, but she'll get genuinely angry if you take the name of Disney in vain.

💔🚬🐰: Her oldest nephew (the one she tried to shoot out of the sky as an infant) stays over at her place a lot because he doesn't get along with his mom much anymore. Eve thinks it's just typical teenage toon angst. He'll get over it.

💔🚬🐰: She's only been in one relationship and has no idea how to start dating.

💔🚬🐰: Her older brother and partner in crime, Slim Chance, succumbed to depression when she was 17 and it fucked her up pretty badly. She still doesn't like to talk about it, she didn't even talk to Scott about it when they were married.

💔🚬🐰: Emotionally sadomasochistic. Doesn't acknowledge it, just assumes everyone from Sketchville is Like That. Will never talk about it openly enough for anyone to dispute that idea.

💔🚬🐰: She's terrified of hospitals and medical staff. When she was still married, she relied on Scott to keep her on track with her health. Now that she's divorced, she just takes her meds and hopes for the best.

💔🚬🐰: The toon memory game is her favorite game.

💔🚬🐰: The second time she was sent to jail it was for beating her father half to death. This happened maybe a week after she got let out from her first sentence. The circumstances are related.

💔🚬🐰: Eve was parentified as a kid, but was really shitty at it and now all her younger siblings have sincere older sister issues.

💔🚬🐰: Her addictions started when she was very young, the first thing she took up were cigarettes.

💔🚬🐰: Her least favorite place in Toontown is Melodyland, and for a few reasons. Her favorite is of course, the Boatyard.

💔🚬🐰: She's friends with Travis trash cat. He's like, the one toon she's actually nice to consistently and no one around her gets why. (It's because he was nice to her when she first moved to toontown as a kid)

💔🚬🐰: Eve does everything the council says not to all day every day (swearing/using slurs, being a dick, drinking and smoking in public, getting into fights) but gets away with it because she's Flippy's errand girl.

[winchester-purgatory]

My brother’s best friend | Dean Winchester (part 1)

Summary: Dean visits his brother in Palo Alto...and fall for the redhead crashing in Sam’s bed

Word count: 1.8k

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Palo Alto, California 2004

''Are you kidding me?'' Sam grumbled as he checked through the peephole of his small apartment, seeing his big brother on the other side.

It was rare - very, very rare - that Dean would visit him. He'd rather vagabond from states to states in his precious Impala than visit his little brother who was in college, getting a degree, aka doing something of his life.

The only times he'd visit was if something happened to their dad - or when he needed something. Nine times out of ten, it was the latter.

Although they had been raised by the same man, the two brothers were very different. Their lifestyle, by example, was polar opposite. Sam was pursuing law studies and planned on become a criminal lawyer while Dean prefered to jump from states to states - or, in Sam's words, from bed to bed - without ever settling. He was also a walking trouble, always getting himself tangled in some messy crap.

When they were kids, their uncle Bobby used to joke and said that Sam would help Dean get out of jail one day. He couldn't be closer to the truth.

Reluctantly, Sam unlocked and opened the door, skipping the greetings. ''What are you doing here?'' he hissed at his brother, keeping the door as closed as possible - and blocked - so Dean wouldn't peek inside or simply invite himself in.

''Hello to you too, Sammy.''

''What do you want?'' Sam demanded.

''Who said I needed something? Can't I miss my little brother?''

If Sam hadn't known his brother so well, he would've believed him. But, this was Dean.

''It's almost midnight and I have class at eight, Dean. I don't have time for placotage. What is it this time? Your girlfriend dumped you? You're out of money? Whichever, I can't do anything. I'm just as broke as you.''

He wasn't always this intolerant, but school had been stressful these past weeks and the younger Winchester was running on short nights and large coffees from all his hard studying. Therefore, he wasn't in the mood to deal with Dean's bullshit.

Dean rolled his eyes. ''I'm not here for money. I just need a place to crash. I was at this car expo with some guys from the auto shop I work at and, instead of spending a handful on a shitty motel, I thought of you and your old couch.''

Auto shop? Last time they spoke, he was working night shifts at a 7/11. That's an upgrade, Sam noted.

''Nice of you to think of me, but you can't stay here. I...I sold the couch. And, I have to study for-''

I sold the couch? Try again Sammy.

Not letting the brunet finish, Dean ignored him and pushed the door wider, walking in as if it was his place.

He glanced around the small apartement, the office lamp on the desk creating a dim light throughout the whole place. Like Dean remembered, the appartement was cramped. You could barely fit any furnitures beside a couch, a desk and a bed. It was a college student appartement, you can't expect too much. He immediately remarked the laptop set up on the desk with a pile of papers ant textbooks, mimicking the same set up Sam had in his old bedroom.

''Dean, I said-''

Panic rose inside Sam, whirling around and trying to push the blond out of his apartment, but it was too late. He had seen her. The fire haired girl sleeping peacefully in Sam's bed.

A smirk formed on the older's lips, turning his head in Sam's direction. ''Is that what you were trying to hide from me? From Dad? That you had a girlfriend? Oh Sammy. Always been shy about that stuff...''

Sam closed the door and sighed. ''She's not my girlfriend. And, keep it down, will you?''

Dean cocked an eyebrow. ''Why is she sleeping in your bed then, uh?'' He shook his head, smirking, convinced that he had demasked his brother. ''You know, Sammy, you've never been the master liar between the two of us. Is that why you ignored Dad's calls? Because you were too busy-''

''Dean,'' Sam hissed, narrowing his eyes in warning, not letting him time to finish his sentence.

He knew how filter-less his brother was and, even though the redhead was sleeping soundly, Sam would rather not risk her waking up to some dude she didn't know was insinuating events that never happened between she and Sam. That would be creepy and awkward.

Dean rolled his eyes. ''Right. I forgot how much of a prude you are.''

''She's a friend,'' Sam insisted, sighing with tiredness. ''She got into a bad argument with her boyfriend and needed a safe place to stay.''

''And you're trying to make me believe nothing happened under the sheets?'' Dean sank into Sam's couch and shook his head disapprovingly. ''You're such a let down, Sammy... How can you let a hot girl crash in your bed and pass the opportunity for a good time?''

''Because, unlike you, I think with my brain instead of my dick. She needed a roof, Dean, not a new dick.''

Dean smirked. ''Look where that got you.''

.

Like always, Dean got what he wanted and crashed at Sam's.

Well, he 'accidently' fell asleep on the couch while his brother was studying, giving Sam no choice but to let him sleep after trying times and times to wake him unsuccessfully.

The sound of glass clashing and shattering pulled Dean from his sleep. He sat up, a bit startled by the noise, and squinted his eyes at the harsh morning light shining straight in his eyes. Does Sam not have blinds or something?

''Shit,'' slipped a feminine voice.

Dean rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the change of light and glanced around, catching the redhead from last night standing at the 'kitchen' area of Sam's appartement. She was wearing one of Sam's old tee shirt, her long hair cascading down her back. Dean bit down him bottom lip.

''Everything okay?'' he asked, trying to see what happened.

''Yes!'' responded a feminine voice. ''I just dropped and broke a plate. It's nothing.'' She bent down to clean her mess, using a towel to pick up the broken pieces.

Humming, Dean stretched his arms over his head, his back aching from Sam's raggedy couch, and stood. He should get a new one, this one sucks.

''Sorry for waking you,'' she apologized, running a hand through her hair, tucking a piece behind her ear in slight embarassement. ''I was trying to make coffee and...I don't know how it happened.''

''Apologies accepted if you tell me there's coffee left,'' Dean bargained with a sly grin.

The redhead stood and nodded at the coffee machine before throwing the broken pieces of plate in the trash. ''Lucky for you, there's enough left for a cup.''

Picking up a cup from Sam's perfectly neat cupboard, the blond poured the last of coffee, not bothering to rinse the empty carafe. Sam will get on his back about it next time he'll use it, but it's not like Dean cared.

''I'm Juliet,'' the girl introduced, taking a seat in the desk chair as there wasn't any barstools or dinning table - not that there was any room for one. ''And you're Dean, Sam's brother.''

Dean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. How did she know his name? He opened his mouth to ask, but she beat him.

''Sam left a note.'' She nodded at the sticky post-it on the top of the coffee maker.

Left for class. This is my brother, Dean. Don't hesitate to kick him out if he gives you trouble.

- Sam

Reading said note, Dean scoffed.

''I take it you're not on on Sam's good side,'' Juliet assumed, smiling behind her mug.

He shrugged, leaning against the small counter. ''Typical brothers.'' Dean took a long gulp of his black coffee, sighing at the burning feeling of the biter liquid as it passed through his throat. ''Sam and I are very different. Polar opposites, I'd say.''

Juliet looked him up and down and hummed affirmatively. ''I can see.''

At first glance, you wouldn't be able to tell they were brothers. Other than having very different facial features, their style was also contrasting. Although it remained along the lumberjack vibes - thanks to their father -, Dean was all about his fetish leather jacket and flannels while Sam was more of a polo and zip up hoodies person.

A phone went off, interrupting their small talk and Juliet checked the screen, knowing it was hers. She looked at the caller ID, face turning blank as she read the identifier. She let it ring.

''You don't pick up?''

She shook her head, biting her bottom lip, lowering her eyes on her bare thighs.

Dean didn't mean to pry, but he might have seen a guy's name on the screen. If he sticks to what Sam had told him last night, it must be her boyfriend - whom she got into a fight with.

''Want me to pick up?'' he suggested, lightening the mood, mild-joking.

''What?'' Juliet chuckled. ''No. I...I'll call him back later.''

Cocking an eyebrow, Dean gave her a look. ''Lie.''

Her blue eyes looked up and caught his green irises, holding an unsaid staring contest. As Dean stared into her eyes, he felt as if he could see through her like open doors. He could see how utterly unhappy she felt in all aspects of her life and it pulled at his heart.

Instead of admitting defeat, Juliet broke their stare and abruptly rose from her seat. ''Not that I don't like this morning chatter, but I have to get ready for work. My boss is going to have my head if I arrive late during lunch rush.''

It was almost eleven and, if she ran fast, she had a chance to get there in time.

She put her empty mug on the counter and skipped to the bed, retrieving some bundled clothes from a backpack at the end of Sam's bed.

''You work at a restaurant?''

''A diner,'' she corrected, fulmining though the bag for one more item before heading to the bathroom to change.

''Do you happen to serve pie at your diner?'' Dean asked, feeling hungry.

Knowing his Sam, he probably only had healthy snacks in his mini fridge and Dean was not about that life. He'll only eat lettuce when it's served with bacon and cheese...in a burger.

Peeking her head from the bathroom's door frame, Juliet flashed him a grin. ''Sure do.''

.

Just like that, Dean ended up sitting at some old fashioned diner's counter, eating a cherry pie with a scoop of ice cream, as recommended by the waitress.

''We don't usually serve it like that, but I'll make an exception for you,'' Juliet said, deposing the plate on the counter, right in front of Dean. ''After all, you saved me from getting fired.''

Dean smiled and thanked her before diving into the cherry goodness. God, he loves pie!

[kaito-is-baby]

Devil Town

Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Spoilers about Dabi's identity? (I don't think this is a spoiler anymore lmao) and a little of gaslighting from the reader if you stretch

Plot: AU where Shoto kills Touya on accident, he and Endeavor run away, they end up on a ghost town and meet the reader, this will be a series and I can promise you I have a very good mystery for the town, also this was totally inspired by devil town by cavetown, it wil have many references to the song so… if you are a fan I think you will like this <3

part 1 (previous) | part 3 (next)

The bright rays of dawn streaming through his curtains woke Shoto up, he took his phone in his hands wondering how soon in the morning would it be to have the sun just rising now

9:00 a.m his phone screen read 

Where in the world did the sun rise so damn late?

Shoto found clean clothes on his little bedside table, the very same clothes he was wearing, the same print on the white t-shirt he was wearing was resting on the white t-shirt on his table, the same blue shirt he was wearing could be found underneath the white t-shirt and the very same denim jeans he was wearing too, they had just one diference, the new ones waiting in his bedside table were not soaked in now dry blood from his brother.

Once dressed in his new clothes he opened the door just to hear his father’s voice calling him from behing 

Deciding to ignore him Shoto hurried up to the stairs, soon finding the hostel hall and, in its reception desk, the recepcionist was waiting, her elbows on the tabble, her chin resting on her hands and a little movement from side to side from her head, he found her just like he had left her the night before, the same white striped dressing gown on her and the same 'everything is just a game' expression on her face

The girl waved at him and that was the only thing Shoto needed to take his decision

He approached the girl, ready to ask her what had kept him awake almost all night when she cut him 

“Were the clothes of your liking?” she smiled 

“Eh... yeah, yes they were” so it had been her who brought them to his room and found them in the first place “How... How did you find clothes so similar to my old ones? And... it was already midnight when we arrived, the day had just started when I woke up and they were already on my room where did you bought them?”

“I... made them?” her eyebrows curved “Look, it’s my job to make sure everyone in this town is comfortable, I gave you father clothes too and he did not complain, take them and stop asking so many questions, will you?”

“But... I have one more question” the girl nodded at him, allowing him to continue “I want to know your name” 

She giggled 

“I want to know your real name too, I guess we can’t have everything we want” 

“At least give me a false name so I can refer to you” 

“You souldn't refer to me, you should go out and meet the town's people, you will lose any interest in me as soon as you do so”

“I heavily doubt it”

“But I am sure of it” she said, focusing her eyes on the book she had on her table

If there was something Shoto was more curious about than the girl it was that book, it looked like the usual book they have on a hotel to know who is staying in each dorm but the misteryous girl and her misteryous hostel had no one else hospeding than him and his father, what else could be filling pages and pages of that book? and why would she look at it and have it with her everytime? 

"Look, you are cute, really cute, but I’m not interested so can you please leave for once?” the girl’s angry voice woke him up

“Yes, sorry, I got distracted by...” she would never tell him what was inside that book, would she ever explain anything? “its nothing. I will leave now”

Already on the door Shoto said something else before leaving the hostel “You are really cute too” It was more a muffle to himself than a sentence directed to her yet she heard it and a silly smile appeared on her face

He was shy and unused to romantic interactions

And something much worse, he was in a weird town with a death in his back, this was not the time to fall for someone, less someone even weirder than the town itself

...

The sun rays blinded Shoto at first, how could it be already so shiny when it had just rised?

It’s true one of Shoto’s eyes was blue, which usually make the eyes more sensitive but he had never really be blinded by the sun before 

“I guess the hostel is way to dark and my eyes were not ready for this” Shoto calmed himself 

The whole town had changed, he knew it, his father's car wasn't at the hostel door anymore and the hostel was again at the top of a slope

But this time, under the slope Shoto found what he expected to find the first time instead of a weird forest, a little town

Much to Shoto’s disgrace it was now the entrance to the town and the road he and his father were following what had disappeared this time alongside the lonely forest 

Not more than ten houses, a clock tower and a cafe 

That was what constitued this “town”

He entered the small cafe, trying to get them to give him some information about the whereabouts of the road 

Inside the counter was a blonde boy with a black highlight, laughing loudly at whatever his co worker -a big muscular man with thick lips and scary eyebrows- had said. The big guy was scary at first but once Shoto saw him baking and joking with the blonde his first impresion changed completely, he seemed like a good person

But then Shoto thought to himself, Didn't he look like a good person too? And he was a murderer and no better than his horrible father 

“I’m Jirou and I have to attend you, is there anything you want?” a purple haired girl in the same uniform as the two boys behind the bar welcomed him and guided him to his table 

“Do you have green tea?” 

“No, we got out of it just yesterday but we will have the new cargament by tomorrow!”

“Well then I guess a dark coffe will make it too” 

“Alright, tomorrow we will have your green tea ready eh... what’s your name?”

“oh! right!! you are new!!” the blonde exclamed 

“The name’s Dabi” 

“Welcome to Devil town Dabi!” A pink colored skin girl greeted him

Shoto’s cup of coffe was almost empty when a green haired boy filled with freckless all over his faces entered the saloon, standing on a girl of his same height, big eyes and red cheeks

“Denki please, could you give us some ice for Izuku’s ankle? he broke it again”

“Shouldn’t you go to the hospital instead of asking for ice?” Shoto found himself asking

“Are you going to bring them to the hospital?” A deep and angry voice asked him 

“Don't you have one here?”

“Fuck off bastard, you can’t be serious and I really hate people mocking me” The blonde boy whose deep angry voice belonged to treatened him 

“Uraraka will take me to the city tomorrow to get checked” The injured boy, izuku, affirmed

 “In this shitty town there is nothing more than stupid trees” the angry boy spoke again

“And a road in the middle right?” Shoto asked, trying to find it again 

“What are you talking about?” Izuku asked

“There was a road with a sign with the towns name that crossed the whole town”

“The whole town are 10 houses and this cafe, I think you are mistaken, there’s no road here” the girl who attended him, Jirou, clarified 

“No, there was a road and-” Shoto then found a better thing to ask “the hostel! the hostel at the end of this slope, you have seen it right?”

“Yeah, but it’s been abandoned for years now, none of us has seen it working”  The baker answered 

“I don’t think its abandoned, there’s a recepcionist working on there”

“Who?” Denki, the guy who gave the injured boy the ice, asked this time

“I... I dont know her name”

“Look bastard, if you want to make fun of someone go somewhere else I dont want to see your stupid half burned face”

“Bakugo!” the girl with pink skin reprimanded him

...

Shoto left the saloon after that, wondering if he was the one losing his mind and not the people on this town, his biggest hipotesis was that both, he and the villagers were losing their minds

He wanted answers and he wanted answers from that stupidly misterious girl on the hostel 

He headed to the little amount of trees near him, he remebered, alongside the road were plenty of trees, he heard his mother on the woods. He had to walk through plenty of them until he found the hostel and not a single time did he sight the damn town

Shoto walked miles, he walked through the woods for hours and yet he couldn't find the road to get out of the weird town

He heard his mother voice again, calling him, screaming at him like the day he got the scar he had on his face 

“You said something dumb again” Shoto turned to where the voice came from

Sitting on one of the trees branches there she was, the recepcionist again 

“She’s mad” She jumped back to the ground “At least that’s what they say”

The girl was even prettier at the moonlight, it was easy for Shoto to lose himself on her eyes and forget about everything she was saying 

“Who? Who says that?” 

“The trees, obviously, who else would it be?” she laughed 

“oh” Shoto tried to find what she found so logical on her answer but he did just find it irracional, there was no way the trees were speaking, not even if he himself was hearing his mom coming from one of them “who... who is mad?”

“I'd say it’s your mother, she must miss you, all of you.” Was she refering to his older brother too? “I think this is not what she expected when you left” 

Shoto gulpped

He knew well what the misterious recepcionist was talking about, he left on a mision with his father to bring Touya back and now Touya was dead and both him and Endeavor were missing with no explanation

“But we’re fine, no one’s gonna catch you here” She said, speaking from his back again, she had walked through him while he thought about his past 

“What-?” 

When he turned around she was no longer there and so he decided to leave, it was dark at night already and he wanted to wake up soon, he needed to know more 

...

“Can I get an explanation to that last thing you said in the woods?” Shoto exclamed just the moment he entered the hostel, his voice much louder than he had ever expected it to come

“I... I wasn’t on the woods Dabi, I’ve been here all day” 

“You were on the woods, sitting on a branche you said something about being save here because no one would catch us and-”

“Dabi, I think you need to rest” 

“No, you already said something like that yesterday, when you came from- where did you came from when I arrived at this town? I walked trough the whole forest and didn't see you”

“I was here all day, just like every other day, every day is the same here”

“No, no you weren't, when I arrived here this place was lonely like-” Then shoto remembered what the villagers had said about the hostel “-an abandoned place...”

“Well, I’m sorry I can’t have a 5 stars hotel but I’m not even charging you so-”

“You weren’t here when I entered and arrived later, you were out there and I didn’t see you and this place smelled like... The woods sounded like...” Like Touya, like mom was what Shoto tought to himself

“Do you need me to help you get to your room?”

“No... no, I will be fine”

Shoto set his alarm at 5 a.m, the unnamed girl couldn’t be already up at those hours right? He would take a look at that book of hers and finally discover what was going on here. Was this his own personal hell? Because it sure seemed like it 

[zodiyack]

Like Mother Like Daughter

Requested by anon: Hello love! Would you write something about the reader being Polly's lost daughter that finally found her and she goes to her house and Polly of course is insanely happy and they catch up all night ,immediately connected. The next day she gets introduced to the rest of the family and Tommy is super rude to her because he thinks she's there for money,but she's just there for Polly and just as fierce as her mother, putting him in place? :)

Pairing: Shelby & Gray family + Gray!Female!Reader (No romance)

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, probably a trash story that was also probably really horribly written, posting with out proofreading oops

Note: I apologize sincerely for the likelihood of a shitty background story of how reader discovers Pol being her mum. I am also so sorry if this sucks lol, I couldn’t think of good responses for the angsty part sigh. I really hope you guys like this one, again, I’m sorry if I didn’t quite write the situation all too well. However, the more I write, the more I get to know the characters, so this is a start haha

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @simonsbluee​

masterlist | peaky blinders masterlist

Today was the day. Polly fiddled with her fingers nervously, anticipation for what was to come. Her daughter, Michael’s sister, was just confirmed alive and well, and was being sent to their home. Michael didn’t know he had a sister and Pol had been uninformed of her daughter’s state of health.

It was a surprise, the only person of the family who knew was Polly herself. Y/n was her daughter anyways. The boys could wait until after they caught up; she was eager to reconnect with this girl, who very dear to her heart. Her palms were sweaty, thanks to her nerves.

The news graced her ears just last month. Her lost daughter, alive and well, and pleading with her adoptive mother to let her go and seek out the mystery woman who’s name was with her’s on papers in her father’s office. The girl had no success, getting rejected over and over due to her parent’s hatred for her discovery. Polly, however, found a way to anonymously convince the parents to let her daughter go. Whether it was legal or not, it got it done, and that’s all that mattered.

The door creaked open, the light from the sun shining onto Y/n like a spotlight. Polly’s eyes filled with tears as she scanned her daughter with a small smile on her lips.

“Hi mum...” Y/n smiled back at her, inhaling deeply, not sure if it was real or just a dream. She wished, if it were a dream she could have it every night for the rest of her life.

Polly’s mouth opened slowly, but no words left her mouth. Her hand began it’s journey up to her mouth, stuttering half way, and covered her growing smile. She didn’t know what to do. She was so happy, she could hardly move. True, she was excited to have Michael back, but this was her daughter. A year younger than Michael. More naive than Michael. Lost longer than Michael.

Her words betrayed her, but her body made up for their faults. Pol stumbled towards Y/n and wrapped her arms around her in a bone-crushing hug. “Is that really you? My baby girl?” Her tears soaked into Y/n’s dress clad shoulder, but neither of them cared.

“Mhm.” Y/n too had no luck with her words, too caught up in emotions and snotty tears to give a shit. They chose to make use of their wordless greetings, hugging tightly for a few more minutes. Once they separated, Polly took Y/n’s face in her hands and let her eyes take in the image before her.

“You’re so beautiful... I wonder what you looked like as a child...” More tears fought to escape her eyes. Her breathing was unsteady, like she had just calmed herself from a crying fit, when really, she was doing the opposite, tears greeting her warm cheeks.

“Polly, it’s alright-”

“Mom.” She chuckled softly, “You can call me mum, dear. You are my daughter, after all.”

Y/n didn’t respond. She wracked her brain for words, but they fled at the quiver of her bottom lip. So, she did her plan B. She removed Polly’s hands from her face and quickly surged forward into Pol’s arms. Y/n felt Polly’s arms wrap around her figure protectively, like she was scared that if she let her go she would lose her again.

“Well, mom, we have a lot to catch up on...” They finally separated, but Polly’s hands gripped Y/n’s, the same fear as the hug taunting her heart.

“That is true...and you and your brother have some catching up to do as well, but that can wait until tomorrow.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow with pure curiosity, “Brother?”

. . .

Tommy was walking calmly and sleepily to the kitchen area until he heard laughter coming from a voice that he didn’t recognize. His pace quickened with the need of settling his confusion.

A girl sat next to Michael, laughing at something he said. Tommy felt a slight jab of anger at the sight of a stranger in their home, everyone seeming so comfortable with this new person not even a day into her arrival.

He stepped into the room fully. His brothers and aunt tried to greet him good morning but they were interrupted when he glared at the girl next to Michael. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Might as well as you the same thing, greeting not only a lady, but a relative with a shit attitude like yours.”

“She does have a point. Tom, this is Y/n, Michael’s sister and Pol’s daughter. Which, if you haven’t guessed already, means she’s our cousin.” Ada smirked, astonished at Y/n’s retort.

“Mhm. And she just, somehow showed up over night, am I correct?” 

“Actually she showed up before dark. You boys just didn’t meet her because I wanted to catch up with her as much as possible first. You would too if you had met your daughter whom you thought was dead for seventeen fucking years.” Pol’s attitude seemed to drop from cheery to annoyed.

“So? You chose to believe her?”

“Yes! She’s-”

“She could be a complete stranger who just wants out money or- or- maybe she is your daughter but she also just wants our money.” Tommy turned to Y/n, “Is that it? You’re just lookin’ to take from us? Is that your tactic? Pretend to be our Aunt’s daughter and steal? Or are you not after money? Maybe you work for someone? One of our enemies perhaps?”

Michael rubbed Y/n’s back, he was unsure to why Tommy was acting so shitty today. His reaction was more controlled than this when he met Michael, so why was meeting Y/n any different? Michael furrowed his eyebrows to his older cousin and squeezed Y/n’s hand. She smiled to her brother in reassurance before smiling back at Tommy, not letting his not-so-good-first impression get to her.

Polly, having enough of Tommy’s angsty mood, walked out of the room. She mumbled something about him ruining her day and the reunion.

He grunted and walked past the family, poured himself a shot, leaned against the wall next to the counter, and crossed his arms. Y/n snickered to herself as she viewed his actions. “Oi, what’s so funny?”

“You’re crossing your arms and leaning against the wall in an act of dominance. An attempt to intimidate others, but honestly, your word and argument choices betray your failed claims of top-dog.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well,” she got up from the chair and pushed it back in, walking over to Tommy, “you’re acting childish. Throwing out accusations willy-nilly without reason, acting over dramatic when we could talk like civilized adults, and to top it all off, crossing your arms and pouting when you don’t get your way.” She paused, smiling mischievously.

Her cousin stayed silent. His breathing was a bit off, telling her that she had indeed managed to, if not the tiniest bit, piss him off.

“I came here to see my mother, who I’ve never seen in my entire fucking life, and then I find out I have more family. You can imagine my surprise, happy and finally feeling at home. But now, can you imagine my reaction to the cousin my mum spoke so highly about acting the way you did?”

She didn’t give him time to answer before continuing, drawling out some words and sentences with the intent of mocking the Peaky Blinder.

“You see Tommy, tough guys are what Birmingham sees you, and those of your brothers who are adults, to be, yet I only see two out of the three of you as ‘tough guys’. And now, I’m looking at the missing piece to their ‘tough-guy’ count, but all I see is a whiny child who would rather believe paranoia than his own family. Which, by the way, Polly said you cared most about.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched. Y/n’s face held a victorious smile. “Oh, and one last thing.”

“And that is?”

She swiped the glass from his hands and walked back to her seat, holding Tommy’s shot-glass cautiously. “Trust me or don’t trust me, I don’t care much, but for you and your reputation's sake-” She downed the shot, “you should really man the fucking hell up, cuz.”

Y/n set his glass onto the table, giving him the bird joined with a kind smile before she left the room to chase after her mother. The family, minus Polly and Y/n, sat in silence, processing the personality shift of their newly discovered family member.

“...Yep. She’s Pol’s daughter alright.”

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Ishqbaaz Liveblog, E4: Anyone Between 40-59 is Shit

Previously: E3 “A really good premise”

Welcome! My liveblogging continues. Check out @australian-desi​ and @tellywoodtrash​ for more IB liveblogs (if you’re interested in this, TTji is my ultimate guru to lb-ing)!

So far I’m waiting and seeing if IB will break Kasautii Zindagi Kii 2, cause KZK2′s plot and non annoyance meter stood firm till 5 episodes. Until new Prerna decided to mega sacrifice herself and marriage a CREEP to save her family’s home. I noped out of that so hard after Prerna’s decision. 

And so far I’m pleasantly surprised by IB, and genuinely enjoying it plot-wise. 

Here’s the end of my yapping, now enjoy the liveblog!

Episode 4: “Anyone Between 40-59 is Shit”

- Deva Shree Ganesha continues. Till now Nakuul’s chin level is steady (later in the show his nose is permanently in the air - as noted by @ridzmystique​)

- Burning Man continues, literally. 

- Ganesh Ji also getting nice footage. 

- Where is the thunder in the bg music coming from? 

- Why ISN’T ANYONE DOING ANYTHING TO STOP THE FIRE? AH SHAKTI nearly went but was stopped by Tej. 

- Tej doing damage control. Ofc, classic Tej. Dramatic shot continues, Tej is dramatic AF.

- HEY WE DIDN’T SEE MUCH OF THE OBROS TRYING TO SAVE BURNING MAN. But we must assume cause Shivaay is a bit burnt. 

- Shivaay hurt his hand too? Shivaay, are we connecting too? Why? (My hand is hurt too)

- Ah, their first factory was burned but Dadaji decided to save the people instead of inventory #dadajirocks 

- Shivaay taking the full pressure of things, as usual. Oh, Nakuul is acting really well in this scene - what do they do with him later?

- Poor Dadiji, she’s so sad - she’ll get a heart attack one day.

- Good vaada to take from older brother, make sure bhaichara remains between all of them. 

- Sometimes it is so important to not be like your parents, if your parents are shitty. 

- Oh the Mandir is BEAUTIFUL. 

- DRAMATC TEJ APPEARS. 

- WTF ACQUIRING LAND BY FORCING THE FARMERS? Tej must like what crap the government is pulling right now. #farmersprotest (please check it out and give it the support and awareness it deserves)

- Good, thank God Shakti has some sense. Oh, a flawed man with a conscience - I really like Shakti, he’s very layered. 

- Tej is dramatic AF, Shakti is frickkin layered. These two bros are playing well against each other. 

- WHO? DADI AND HER TWO SONS FACE OFF. 

- YAY THIS POOL IS DEEPER THAN 1 FOOT! (Imagines Arnav swimming through this *cough*)

OK STOP DISTRACTING ME GUYS, LET’S FOCUS ON THE SHOW. 

ISS PY

ISHQBAAZ

WHERE THERE’S A POOL

AND NO OTHER THOUGHTS

YOU KNOW WHY I GOT DIVERTED, BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS, YES

ANYWAYS,

- Shivaay… wondering about family name even though someone died? 

- You know, what I like about this convo is that both Om and Shivaay are right in their positions. 

- Om: worried that a person died, Shivaay: reputation matters 

- Damn it, this was a good conversation.

- Ah Rudy. I LOVE LOVE LOVE HOW THEY USED THE BABY BROTHER TO BREAK THE TENSION. The great thing of Rudy not smiling is that you know shit has hit the fan when that happened. 

- I don’t like how they’re treating Guggi - the way they tried to make her ‘comedic’ because she doesn’t fit the standard of beauty. I DO NOT like this. 

- FINALLY DADI! Finally have a word with your sons. 

- Just ignoring Pinky. Jhanvi, I Stan you as always. 

- Ah Rudy, I LOVE HOW SHIVAAY AND OM CALMED AND THE CRACKS HEALED BECAUSE OF RUDY BEING THEIR BABY. 

- HAHAHAH! Shivaay yelled Om for hitting Rudra by showing Rudy how to hit better! 

- HAHAHAH THEY’RE MAKING RAJNIKANTH OUT OF SHIVAAY! I LOVED how in one scene, without too much, showed how Rudy is the glue between two brothers who love each other but are ideologically different (and a difference that can cause a crack if not healed at the right time)

- DADI BRINGIN IN THE KASAM to make sure her two fishy sons tell the truth. Shakti told half truth, smart. WHY IS DADI SMILING? 

- OK dadi your sons have a LOT of issues, your sanskaar totes failed. 

- Okay, Anjali has transformed to Sahil (I guess that’s the kid’s name). Do we need to be orphans and have a limping sibling to be a television lead? (Taking a hockey stick and heading to my brother)

- Why is the landlady and constables standing in filmy line too?

- UFF THIS LANDLADY KA OVERACTING - OH WAIT SHE’S ACTUALLY ANIKA’S BUAJI BUAJI - DAMN WTF IS SHE. THIS BUAJI IS OVERACTING LIKE SHIT.

- Totally not interested in this character. 

- Dude Anika is anaath, isme tera kya jaata hai?

- Yes Anika, kill her. 

- Woah who’s manhandling Anika?

- THAT IS A FINE ACTRESS, please don’t make her do a shitty role. WTF? POLICE VIOLENCE. 

- Phirse gaana? These three bros should have an album after their name. In case their other businesses fail, this one should keep things floating :D *did I foresee something in this sentence, I might’ve*

- I would call thing cringy, if I didn’t do the same shit with my bro. We’re dramatic AF too, dancing to random songs all the time. 

- The police waali has personal vendetta against Anika. Why? 

- Ok, almost every 40-50s person in this show is terrible. 

- Ok how is this terrible Buaji and the police waali connected? Is this police person a relative or something to Buaji?

- Ok I love the kid, I love how much he loves Anika. 

- Ok, we have reason why Anika should be removed from this situation asap (already murdering Shivaay for the future marriage condition).

So it is interesting and I’m eager to see what all tropes would happen when Shivaay and Anika meet. In her words, I have very low tolerance for michimichi! For example: I (largely) hate the swami track, post marriage comedy, sheetal track, when Khushi gives ‘gyaan’ to either Lavanya or Arnav about marriage or anything and all that in IPK. 

But I’m also waiting to listen to O Jaana and see the staring, wind and all cause I’m a wee bit sucker for those. 

So goodnight and see you tomorrow!

- S

Next up: E5 “Devi Maiyya working overtime for Shivika to happen”

[sugarbutterbroadway]

King Of Manhattan

A/n Since newsies has been living rent free in my head and keeping me up at all hours of the night take the Sprace fic.

  He knew this day was coming, it was inevitable. He knew one of these days Jack wouldn’t be there to lead, he knew he got far too comfy in his position as Jack’s second, he knew and he knew and he knew. But it still came to him as a shock when Jack pulled him from his gambling and asked if they could take a walk. So here they were, walking, and talking. Well, Jack was talking. Race’s mind was going a mile a minute. My time is up kid, the boys is yours now, make me proud. The sentence was simple enough,straight to the point, it was very Jack. But that didn’t stop his stomach from sinking. These boys is mine now, it was playing in his brain on a loop. 

“J-Jack I can’t-”He stammered, his heart thumped against his chest.

“Yes you can”Jack said, “You’s my second for a reason Race, these boys need you”

These boys need me. He felt his heart thumping in his ears, how was his heart in his ears?

“Race”Jack said, or did he even say that? It felt like he was underwater. “Race!”

He tried to speak, but that posed a new issue. He couldn’t breathe, why couldn’t he breathe? Without a second glance he turned and took off. He could hear Jack calling him and maybe he ran too but all Race could focus on was getting the hell out of there. His brain switched off and the only thoughts going were Jack's words. 

My time is up kid

The boys is yours now

Make me proud

These boys need you

He was a coward, god he was a coward. He could never show his face in Manhattan again without getting soaked but he just can’t. He knew and he knew and he knew but he didn’t know he was so short on time. He didn’t know the first thing about being a leader, that was all Jack and Davey. He barely knew how to be a second, he just knew that he had a good right hook and was the only one besides Davey who was allowed to get mouthy without getting popped. He knew how to flirt and to sell his papes and to gamble, but what about the little ones? He didn’t have a responsible bone in his body! What if someone got sick on his watch? What if one of his boys got soaked? Good god what if one of them died? No he couldn’t, not again, he’d take a swim with weighted shoes before that happened--He was cut short by his face meeting a brick wall and a weight against his back.

“Oh Spot’s gonna ‘ave a lota fun with this one”

Spot? He was in Brooklyn?

“Should we soak ‘im?”

“Nah, let's wait for what boss’ gotta say”

“But I wanna soak ‘im!”

“Keep it togetha shorty, you know how boss feels ‘bout soakin’ random people

“But I-”

 “It’s bout past your bedtime anyways, you wan’ me to tell ‘im bout that too?” Race could almost feel the shift in their tone. Reminded him of when he got into his ma’s bag of sugar as a kid, oh this little brat was in for a scolding. He heard a huff from shorty—if that was even their name—and a chuckle from the older person. Shame flooded him, it was getting late. He should be with his littles tucking them into bed, not runnin like a coward. He was spun around quickly and met with wide eyes. He had half a mind to brace himself for a soakin but all they did was stare.

“You’s Spot’s boy, yeah?”They said. His face flushed and he nodded hesitantly. Sure they were closer than your average pals but being labeled as Spot’s boy made his stomach flip. The boy laughed and dusted off Race’s chest, still a little hard because the blonde had to bite back a wince.

“You see”He said facing towards the little girl, “This is why we don’ soak random people. Boy Spot woulda had my rear for sure” he turned back to Race and tipped off his hat, his hair was black but a white tuft stuck out towards the front. “The names Blanco, this is shorty.”

“A pleasure”Race said carefully. “It was great to meet you’s but I should be-”

“Nah you’s not goin nowhere”Blanco said, “Spot would really kick my as-rear if he heard you was in Brooklyn and didn’t stop by. It’s late anyways, you was lucky bumpin into us but not all of us take too kindly to Manhattan boys, Spots or not”

Blanco had a point. If he was going to be the new leader that meant he got to do what he wanted, right? One night out without being on Jack’s radar wouldn’t kill him, it was exciting even. He nodded and gestured for them to lead the way. Blanco smirked and put his cap back on, Shorty’s hand in his.

“Glad we agree”

The walk to their lodging was long, he mustn't have been that far across the bridge. Or maybe his legs were ready to give out because he was exhausted. His heart had finally stopped beating so hard and all he wanted to do was sleep for a few days. Blanco must’ve noticed because he walked slower.

“I’d carry you but littles come first”He shrugged. Shorty had tapped out a while ago and was fast asleep on Blanco’s back. Race nodded and bit back a smile, they were kinda cute.

“She yer sister?”He asked. Blanco let out a loud laugh and shook his head.

“By blood? Nah. this girls’ blonder than them theatre gals with the powdery wigs. By principle? Yeah, all these littles ones is my brothers and sisters. Not sure how you’s all do it in Manhattan but we’s family here in Brooklyn”He said. Race wanted to snap back that they were family in Manhattan, just...not like this. Sure they covered each others asses and made sure everyone who needed to eat did but this...this was different.

“We’s family in Manhattan”He said quietly, “You just look like you’s love her or somethin”

Blanco gave him a strange look, “I do love her, don’t you’s love each other in Manhattan?”

Race cringed and focused his gaze on the ground, he wasn’t sure if he really loved anyone. He loved his Ma when she was here, and his Pa and his sister, but that had been a long time ago. You didn’t do things out of love, you did them because they were right. It would be terrible to leave them poor boys starvin or cold. He didn’t realize the boy was waiting for an answer until he cleared his throat.

“I dunno”He said in the same tone. It was silent for a bit as they walked, but he couldn’t help himself. “How do you know you’s love someone?”

“Well”Blanco said, sparing a glance at Shorty. “You’s love someone when you’d do anything for them,when you want to make sure they’s safe and they’s eatin. But there’s different kinds of love too, I don’t love my beau the same way I’s love Shorty”

Race nodded slowly, he could understand that. Blanco continued. “I’d do anything for both of them, in a heartbeat. But my Beau and I hold hands and go see the races, Shorty and I play tag in the park and I’s make sure she does her take home work. It’s different but similar, ya know?”

He nodded again, things needed to change in Manhattan. He wanted what Brooklyn had, his boys deserved it. Sure they were friends but they can be closer than that, they could be family. When he got home he’d tell Jack everything about it. He tried to stifle a yawn but failed miserably.

“We’s almost there kid”Blanco said, it made Race feel warm when he said it.

“How old’re you Blanco?”he slurred. 

“ ‘m almost nineteen kid”He said. Race’s eyes popped out of his skull.

“Lies!”He exclaimed, “Ain’t no one sellin past eighteen, Jack said so!”

“If ya look young, no one can tell”He said with a wink. “Ain’t no one rat me out yet, ima keep sellin until I can afford me a place”

“That’s insanity”Race said in awe.

“It works”He shrugged, “You looks like you fourteen, and i’m hoping you’re not cause then Spot and I would need to have a long talk-”

“Alright keep yer pants on, i’m sixteen!”He snapped. “I don’ look that young”

“Lookin young ain’t bad, it sells”He said.

“Why’re you telling me this?”Race asked.

“Why would I hide it?”He said. He wanted to answer but as the lodging house came into view all his mind could think of was Love. Spot. Bed. and he was off like a rocket. He heard Blanco laugh but he didn’t care as he rapped his knuckles on the door. He continued doing so until it was thrown open. His chest pounded as the smaller boy looked up at him with murder in his eyes.

“Surprise?”He said weakly.

“You’s gotta lot of explainin to do Racetrack”Spot said, his voice was gravely and his eyes were still partially shut. “And you better not be here alone, or i’m soakin-”

“We’s home”Blanco said, possibly saving Race from the worst scolding of his life.

“You had ‘im?”Spot asked.

“Found ‘im at the bridge, Shorty almost soaked ‘im ‘til we realized he was your boy”

Spot grunted and kicked the back of Blanco’s leg as he walked inside, “He’s not my boy. Go put Shorty to bed and get in one yerself before you’s sleepin on the roof tonight”

“Aye aye boss”He said. He sent a wink Race’s way and carried the sleeping girl up the stairs.

“Spot-”

“What the hell ‘re you doin in Brooklyn?”Spot demanded, “It’s almost midnight. If i wake up to Jack’s ugly mug busting down my door ima-”

“Jacks stepping down”He said quickly, he balled his fists up to keep them from shaking. “A-and I’s his second so that means…”

“I see”Spot said, his voice deceivingly calm. “So he told you and you ran.”

“Yeah”He breathed, Spot always made things easier to say.

“That was a bad move Higgins”Spot said clicking his teeth, “you know how he gets when one of his boys is missing”

“I...I..”He felt that familiar tightness in his throat but this time his eyes burned in tandem. His knees buckled underneath him and soon he was looking up at Spot through blurry eyes. He felt horrible.

“Race…”Spot sighed.

“He’s gonna soak me good when i get back”He sniffled, “He’s gonna soak me a-and realize what a shitty second I am and how much of a coward I am and that I can’t even take care of myself and how am i gonna keep these boys alive!-”

“Racetrack”Spot snapped. Race looked up at him and felt like crying harder.

“And now i’m just here cryin like a loser”He said. Spot pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Get up”Spot said.

“But-”

“Race get up or i’m carryin you. You want me to carry you?”Spot asked. It was supposed to be a threat but Race couldn’t help but nod, he was so tired.

“You’s gonna be the death of me”Spot mumbled. With a surprising amount of ease he was hoisted over Spot’s shoulders and carried up the stairs. They passed the two dorm rooms and Race made a noise of confusion.

“You’ll see”Spot hummed. They went up a shorter flight of stairs and stopped before a room Race had never seen before. Spot twisted the knob and walked inside locking it. It even had a lock, fancy. Race felt his back hit a springy bed and the world was suddenly upside down as his legs folded towards his chest.

“Did you just throw me?”He chuckled.

“Yes I did”Spot said matter of factly. “Now tell me who I’s gotta soak”

“What?”He asked, tilting his head. Spot let out a sigh of annoyance.

“Who’s been callin you all that shit”Spot said impatiently, “let me know so I can soak ‘em”

“No one!”he said quickly, “but Spotty, no one’s gotta say it for it to be true”

“Racetrack Higgins you are so fucking dense”Spot snapped. He muttered an apology but Race was still tense. Spot only spoke all proper like when he was pissed.

“I mean you’s probably right, but ‘m not followin”He said slowly. Spot took a seat on the bed and ran a hand over his face.

“It’s just-you-ah!”Spot exclaimed, but he was laughing.

“Makin me nervous Spotty”he said, eying him weirdly.

“You are not a shitty second”Spot said instead. “Jack ain’t gonna soak you and do you realize how good you are to those boys?”

“Um...no”He said carefully. Spot rolled his eyes and shifted his legs so he was facing Race.

“You’s worried about taking over when Kelly leaves, right?”Spot said. He nodded.

“You got nothing to worry about, Race”Spot said. “Them boys adore you. You’s gonna lead ‘em just fine”

“No”He said shaking his head, “You don’ get it”

“Then make me get it.”Spot said, a fire blazed beneath his sleepy eyes. “We got all night”

“You need to sleep”He said instead, “You look dead”

“I’ll sleep when I get it”Spot said. “You may be the king of poker but I’m the king of arguing”

“And Brooklyn”He said half heartedly.

“And Brooklyn”Spot said with a little grin. “But come on Race, we ain’t never kept secrets”

“Yeah, about what dames we was kissin”He scoffed. Spot raised a brow and gently grabbed his hand.

“You kissin other dames?”

“You callin yourself a dame?”

“If the shoe fits”Spot shrugged, “Answer the question”

“No I ain’t kissin other dames!”He exclaimed, he was lucky Spot couldn’t see his cheeks redden in the darkness.

“Good”Spot said, and there he went again with that unreadable face. It was going to send Race into an early grave.

“Good?”He echoed.

“Good”Spot said, “But seriously Race, let me know what’s going on”

“Spot-”

“Race.”He said and squeezed his hand. 

“Fine”He said. “It’s just…’m not Jack, ya know? I can’t make them boys listen or rile them up like he can, I can’t give ‘em words of wisdom like Davey...It feels like I'm not good for nothin. Like all I do is waste my days away gamblin or sellin or hidin here, feels like all I can do is make ‘em laugh and then once they’s done they forget about me. I ain’t important”

“You’re right”Spot said after a few beats, “You ain’t Jack or Davey” Race felt his heart shatter. “But that don’t mean you ain’t just as good. Jack ain’t always rational, he riles them boys up without a plan, and sometimes Davey talks too much an scares ‘em. They may be good at what they do but it don’t mean they ain’t got faults just like the rest of us.”

“I mean sure”He said, “But what’s that got to do with me? I’m useless”

“Don’t say that”Spot said immediately.

“Wh-”

“Antonio for the love of god promise me you will never say that about yourself again”

“I-I promise—Spot what the hell!”his chin was tilted down roughly so him and Spot were eye to eye.

“You are not useless”Spot spat. “If you could see yourself the way I see you you’d have an ego the size of New York! Racer you are one of the best things to happen to those boys, you’re gonna make Manhattan better! You’re way too kind for your own good and you’re smart as hell so never ever say you’re useless”

“I don know what to say Spotty”he said quietly.

“I know you’s scared Race”Spot continued. “And being scared is a good thing, if you’s scared to fuck things up then there’s a good chance you won’t. It means you care enough about your boys and you want the best for them, I know you’s gonna do good by them.”

“I don wanna do it alone”He said finally.

“You won’t have to”Spot said, “You already know if you ask Albert to be your second he’d say yes in a heartbeat”

“I know”He said, “Just...just forget I said anything, goodnight”He rolled over on the twin sized bed and faced the wall. His head felt clearer but his heart still felt heavy.

“You got Brooklyn in your corner too,”Spot said suddenly. “We ain’t abandoning you just cause the strike is done”

“Your kids don’t even like Manhattan, give it a rest”He scoffed.

“My kids answer to me”Spot said, “And what I say goes. You got Brooklyn, end of discussion”

And there was that famous Racetrack temper rearing its head. “W-well maybe I don’t want all of Brooklyn!”

“We’s one of the biggest boroughs, of course you do!”

“Well maybe I just want you!”He exclaimed. He clamped a hand over his mouth. Maybe he should’ve just gotten soaked and sent home earlier. He waited for Spot to say something, anything. But he was just met with silence.

“Spot I’m sor-”

“No”Spot said shaking his head.

“I should’ve said anything-”

“No Racer”Spot said firmly, “Just...just gimme a second, you know I ain’t good with words”

“Okay”he said quietly.

“I um...oh my god”Spot said with a slight chuckle, “You snuck up on me Racetrack”

“ ‘m not following again, am I getting soaked or not?”He said. Spot waved him off. “I ain’t gonna hit you Race”

“Okay great”He sighed, “Then what the hell does that mean?”

“You just..I never planned on no one like you.”Spot said, shaking his head, “I had my whole future planned out, marry a dame, work in a factory, have a few kids. Girls are nice I guess, but they ain’t you”

“Do...do you love me?”He said innocently. 

“Hell Race, I don’t know!”Spot exclaimed, “maybe?”

“When Blanco called me your boy you denied it”He said, “I don’t get it Spot”

“I didn’t know if that’s what you wanted”Spot said honestly. “I ain’t gonna force you to be with me”

“I want to”He said, “I wanna be your boy”

“Yeah?”Spot said in a shaky tone.

“Yeah”He said, pulling Spot so his back hit the bed, “We can do what Blanco and his Beau does. We can hold hands and see the races...and kiss and stuff”

“We already kiss and stuff,”Spot said, raising a brow.

“Yeah but now that you’re mine it’ll be better”He said, “I thought I knew what love was before I met you...now it’s...it’s so different”

“Do you love me Racetrack?”Spot said, shifting so his head was against Race’s chest. 

“I think I do”He said softly, “Blanco said you’d do anything for the people you love and Spotty I’d...I just...you make me wanna be better, for myself and for our boys”

“You make me wanna stop bein so damn angry all the time”Spot said, “Seein you just makes me wanna slow down for a bit, take my time”

“I wanna kiss you”He said, running a finger through Spots hair. “Wanna make you feel how much I love you”

“We got plenty of time for that, we gotta get some sleep”

They sat in silence, Race combing through Spots hair as the sound of the city went on below. He was almost sure the smaller boy had fallen asleep before he felt a tap at his chest.

“Race?”

“Mm spotty?”

“I ain’t good with feelings either, but i’m fuckin gone for you.”

“I love you too, Spots. Honest”

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Spot woke before the circulation bell started to ring. The sun had barely made its way into the sky, but he had to get Race back to Manhattan. He just wanted to sit there and take in the sight before him. The boy-his boys, blonde curls were all awry and his lips were parted as he slept soundly. They had a late night, he had half a mind to just let Race sleep it off, but the thought of Jack showing up here kicked his ass into motion. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Race’s forehead, and another one to his cheeks. 

“Sweetheart”He whispered, he blushed as the words left his mouth. He never thought of himself as the sappy type, it was weird. He peppered a few more kisses across the boys face before he started to stir. One blue eye peeked open and then another, Race was smiling before he knew what hit him.

“Good morning my angel”He whispered, combing his fingers through Race’s hair. “You ready to be king of Manhattan?”

“ ‘m your angel?”Race said in a sleepy voice.

“Yeah”he said with a grin, “Yeah you are”

“You’re a sap”

“Shut up”He said flicking Race’s skull “get up, we gotta get you back to Manhattan”

“No”Race whined and clung to Spots undershirt, “wanna stay here with you, just got you to myself…”

Spot's chest felt a little funny when he said that and he tried his best to shake it off, “Sweetheart, Jacks gonna worry…”

“Don care”Race mumbled, “Wanna spend today with you, love you…”

He bit back a squeak and quickly rubbed at his eyes. Maybe it was because he was fully awake but fuck did he love the way that sounded coming out of Race’s mouth.

“Oh you’re dangerous”He said under his breath.

“Come lay down”Race said, “We can cuddle-”

“Race”He warned. “And kiss-”

“Race, please-”he begged.

“I’ll even do that thing you like when I-”

“Alright alright”he said quickly. “Don’t gotta be evil about it”

“I win”Race said happily and wrapped his body around Spots once again. He let out a content sigh when Spots hand found his hair and scratched at his scalp.

“You’re a housecat”He said.

“I thought I was your angel”Race said with a yawn.

“That too”He said, “Get some more sleep, today’s about you and me”

Race nodded and Spot soon found out he slept like the dead. If he couldn’t feel him breathing he’d assumed Race had straight up died. He continued stroking the blonde’s curls and found himself unable to do anything but stare.

“No I never planned on no one like you”He sighed, “But you’re gonna be the death of me Antonio”

[madamebaggio]

THE SAME WAY I LIKE MY COFFEE

Summary: Sansa Stark always liked her coffee hot and sweet. She finally found a guy that makes the sentence "I like my men the same way I like my coffee" real to her.

Jon snow has no right to be that hot.

Or: Sansa opens the coffee shop of her dreams, makes great friends and meets an unbelievably hot Jon Snow.

Notes: This work is complete and you can find it all here ;)

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Intimacy was a very peculiar thing, Sansa usually marveled.

After seven months working door to door with everybody else, she felt like she’d known them all her whole life.

She wasn’t shocked anymore when Ygritte stormed into her café at 10 in the morning, growling at everybody and demanding coffee.

She loved that Margaery would offer her flowers and say she was just using Sansa’s café to promote Highgarden, but never left a card with the vases. Sansa even laughed when her new friend tried to set her up with her older brother.

Tormund’s flirting didn’t bother her anymore, because he was crazy about Brienne, who’d taken to Sansa like an aunt.

Gendry was awfully kind, helping her every time something broke around the café, carrying heavy things for her. It took her months to convince him to call her just Sansa, instead of Miss Stark, but she’d taken to him like a brother –another one.

Gilly loved making Sansa’s frilly aprons, and her baby boy was a treasure. Sam always asked Sansa if she was eating well and taking care of herself.

They were a big family and took so much care of her that Sansa did all she could to repay it as best she could.

Of course, the downside was that they were like a second nosy family and they all wanted to matchmake her with someone.

Also, she knew a bit too much about everyone’s sex life, because God forbid such a thing being private.

She even knew that Margaery had had her nipples pierced by Ygritte, and if that wasn’t way too much information, she didn’t know what was.

Ygritte had been trying to convince Sansa to get a real tattoo, because –apparently –Sansa’s “sorority tattoos” –as Ygritte herself called them –weren’t good enough.

Sansa knew that her tattoos –a small star behind her left ear and the word “family” on her ribs –might look cliché and silly to Ygritte, but she loved delicate things.

Ygritte was a great artist –she had amazing drawings with Celtic designs –but they weren’t Sansa’s style and she admitted it to the other redhead.

Ygritte had accepted that explanation, but made Sansa promise to get a decent tattoo. The Stark girl just laughed and agreed.

They made a weird group, but it was good all the same.

Her family came to visit often and Sansa couldn’t help but notice that –after some time –Robb would always bring her flowers from Margaery’s shop and that he arrived with a blush on his cheeks. She also noticed that Arya had started bringing her motorcycle to Gendry’s shop and the thing seemed to be breaking an awful lot recently.

Both Robb and Arya insisted that she was crazy and there was nothing there.

Sansa never expected that by leaving the security of her family she could have so much. Yes, it was difficult, money was short for the first time in her life. But she was taking care of herself, paying her own bills and she actually felt useful, like she was doing something.

She felt she was worth something, not just a stupid girl.

Joffrey had called her a stupid girl and so had Harry. Petyr called her that like it was term of endearment.

She was not stupid. She was showing them all.

XxX

“Hey, Red. Can you make fifty of those pink glittery cupcakes of yours by Friday?”

Sansa had given up pointing out to Ygritte that they were both redheads and it was strange for the other woman to call her Red.

It made no difference to Ygritte.

“It’s possible.” Sansa confirmed after thinking for a bit. “I thought you hated pink.”

Ygritte was one of the least girly girls Sansa had ever met. Ygritte never wore pink –or lavender and peach, for that matter. She indeed reminded Sansa a lot of Arya, and perhaps that was why her baby sister and the artist got along so well.

“I do.” Ygritte agreed, after taking a sip from her pint. They were at Tormund’s, as usual. “But it isn’t for me. I’ve got a new guy coming to work at the shop and this will be his ‘welcome party’ thing.”

Sansa snorted. “How mature.”

Sansa didn’t normally take orders, because she had –until very recently –run the café by herself. She actually loved doing cupcakes and cakes and decorating them. She was planning on having a workshop for kids during Christmas week, so they could come to the café and decorate cookies and gingerbread men.

Now that she had two people working for her, she had a bit more of time to do things like that, but she normally only did it for her friends.

Ygritte snickered. “Jon is so bloody serious and brooding.” She explained making a face. “Some pink might do him good.”

Margaery turned to face Ygritte so fast that Sansa feared she’d given herself whiplash. “Jon? Jon Snow?” She asked. “The infamous ex-boyfriend?”

Sansa arched a brow. This was a new piece of information to her, she didn’t remember Ygritte ever mentioning an ex-boyfriend, infamous or not.

“Yup.” Ygritte confirmed with a smirk.

Sansa kind of wanted to ask why he was infamous –especially because Margaery said it like it was a good kind of infamy, if that was possible –but time had taught her that she probably didn’t want to know.

Sansa sipped her Cosmopolitan and waited for Margaery to say something else. The Free Folk didn’t serve any type of cocktail –at all –but Sansa had commented once how she missed Cosmopolitans and Tormund had sighed and grumbled, but eventually Brienne made him learn how to make them for her. Margaery loved it, because she spent a long time trying to convince him to prepare anything for her, but couldn’t and now they had Cosmos.

Tormund refused to make them for anybody else and the two glasses he had and everything needed to make the drink was kept separate, just for the two ladies.

Tormund was such a sweetheart sometimes.

“Jon, you say?” The man himself spoke. “The lad with the dark hair and a mighty frown?”

Ygritte nodded.

“How come I’ve never heard of him?” Sansa finally asked.

“Don’t know.” Ygritte shrugged. “I don’t go around talking about past guys. Or girls.” Margaery snickered from her seat. “But Jon and I are still friends. He’s been around once or twice. Sam knows him.”

The doctor, upon hearing his name, turned to them too. “Who?”

“Jon.” Margaery offered.

“Oh yes.” Sam smiled. “He’s nice.”

“I’ve never met him.” Margaery informed Sansa. “Just heard the stories.” She traded a smirk with Ygritte and Sansa was defeated by her curiosity.

“Ok… What is he infamous for?” She asked, knowing she was likely to regret it.

The smirk on Ygritte’s face was positively filthy. “For how good he is at oral. Quite enthusiastic at it, too.”

Sansa could hear Sam berating Ygritte for saying something like that and she could feel how hot her face was, as she blushed.

“Ygritte!” She chided the other woman. “Seriously, what’s with you? Now I’ll look at the guy and imagine him between your legs.”

Just after she had said it she realized how terrible that sounded.

Margaery was cackling in delight and even Ygritte and Tormund were laughing, while Gilly giggled and Sansa felt her face heat up even more.

“You can always imagine him going down on you, if you want.” Ygritte offered with another grin.

“Oh my God!” Sansa covered her face with her hands, because she couldn’t believe where this conversation had gone.

Not that she was shocked, more often than not they ended up talking about sex.

She didn’t even know the guy!

“I’m offering as a friend.” Ygritte spoke, fake sympathy in her voice, as she patted Sansa in the back.

Sansa snorted before she could stop herself.

Margaery arched a brow. “Sansa… You’ve had a guy go down on you before, right?” She asked carefully, lower so only the three other women could hear the question.

Sansa refused to answer that question.

“You’re shitting us, right?” Ygritte demanded.

This time Sansa just shook her head.

She had never explained how terrible her past relationships had been. She did tell Margaery and Gilly a bit more about them, but honestly, she had softened it so much they had no idea. She didn’t want them to look at her and see the poor rich girl with shitty taste in men.

So no, no oral sex, no good sex at all, to be honest. When she’d dated Joffrey she was way younger and those things didn’t cross her mind. Harry thought it was disgusting, even though he all but demanded she did it for him. Then there was Petyr Baelish…

He had been all charming, taking advantage of her when she was fragile, still shaken because of her breakup with Harry. He was way older than her –old enough to be her father –and he had cajoled her with sweet words and promises until he managed to get her in his bed.

Then he showed her his true colors, all the promises of sweet pleasure left behind for his own enjoyment.

Sansa never felt worse than she did the morning after that night.

The three other women traded looks between them, like they were having some kind of telepathic conversation. Eventually Gilly was the one to speak, “That’s fine, darling.”

Sansa cleared her throat. “Oh, sure. My fault for having crappy boyfriends, I guess.”

Ygritte was frowning and ready to open her mouth, when Margaery cut her. “Well, darling, some nice human being invented ‘massagers’ just for that.” She even made the quote signs around the word massager. “Fantastic little things.”

Sansa was squealing with laughter and telling Margaery to shut up, but at least she wasn’t sad anymore.

It was okay, because Margaery, Gilly and Ygritte had every intention of making sure that Sansa lived her life to the fullest. And –hopefully –got laid in the process.

[lovemesomesurveys]

“I’m a dick, I’m addicted to you”

Do you add extra letters to words sometimes? (ex. haaaa) Yeahhh.

Do you like the letter Z or Q better? I don’t favor one over the other. Who would you like to be stuck on an island with? I’d like to not be stuck on an island at all. What's your favorite quote? I have a lot of favorite quotes. I just love relatable stuff that puts into words how I’m feeling or what I’m thinking better than I can. I struggle with expressing myself and putting it into words, so. Name one random fact about your best friend. She loves the ID channel.

Do you like vegetables or fruit better? Gonna be honest, I don’t eat much of either one. Especially, fruit... it’s been a few years since I’ve had any. :X I have spinach, potatoes, and green onions pretty often, but that’s all the veggies I’ve had in a few years as well. In comparison to my zero fruit intake it’s something at least, ha. There are fruits I like and a few more veggies as well, but I just haven’t had them in awhile. What brand of shoes do you wear? Adidas. What's your favorite smiley face? On the computer I use :) Do you believe that if someone goes to bed thinking of u, u dream of them? I’ve heard that before and it can be a cute thought, but nah. Have you ever snitched on someone for cheating? No. Do you own a Snuggie? I do. What's your favorite number? 8. Which of the 7 dwarves are you most like from Snow White? Sleepy. What's the last movie you watched? Dumb and Dumber yesterday. What's your favorite month? October and December.

“I’m alright”

Do you like the smell of campfires? Yesss. If you could do one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? I don’t know. Do you like eggnog? Yes. Is there a song out right now that you can't stand? I haven’t heard any new music recently. I haven’t been listening to music lately. If you could stay one age forever, what age would you pick? I’d be fine if I just stayed 31 here on out. What's your favorite state? I like my state the best out of the few states I’ve been to (the others being Arizona, Idaho, and Georgia). There’s a few I’d like to visit that could potentially take the top spot for me, though. Have you ever went in public with your tag still on your clothes? I don’t think so.

Would you say your loud or shy? I’m quiet and shy. What's your favorite symbol on the computer? I don’t have one. Are you afraid of clowns? Pennywise is awesome. Do you wear glasses? I do. Ever rode on a horse? Just on one at the pumpkin patch as a kid. Poor horse, guided around in a circle all day.  Do you have trouble saying or spelling some words? I think I spell pretty well. I stumble over my words when I talk sometimes, but I think my pronunciation is pretty good. Have you ever thought something was just to good to be true? Many times. And when I think that, it’s usually true. Do you like potatoes? I love potatoes.

“I’m in trouble, I’m an addict, I’m addicted to this girl”

Are you random? My thoughts and dreams are really random, but I wouldn’t describe myself that way. I’d say I’m predictable and boring. Do you believe that aliens are real? I don’t know. Certainly not the weird looking green creatures that are usually depicted for some reason. Do you sleep with the TV on? I do. I’ve done that ever since I was a kid. What's the longest you've slept in? Like 5PM or so. Have you ever seen a hairy toe? Yes. What's the last thing you watched on TV? Roseanne this morning. Do you have a song stuck in your head? Not at the moment. Who do you talk to the most? My mom and brother. What's the first thing you get on when the internet comes up? When the internet comes up oh man, was this made in the late 90s, early 2000s? lol. The first thing I do when I get on my laptop is continue scrolling through my Tumblr feed or do a survey. When's the last time you were sick? I’ve been sick with something for the past week. And no, it’s not the rona.

Which is your favorite: Music, Dogs, Shoes, Books, Jonas Brother? I love a variety of music, I love doggos in general, but I’m biased towards Labs and German Shepherds, Adidas are my favorite shoes, and back in my die hard Jonas Brothers days I was a total Joe girl. What color is your hair brush? Rose gold. Do you enjoy arcades? I did when I was a kid. We used to have one at my mall back when I was a kid that was a fun place to go. And Chuck E Cheese, ha. Have you ever liked 2 people at once? Yes. Have you taken a nap today? Not so far.

“show me the meaning of being lonely”

Would you ever want to be in a horror movie? I think it’d certainly come off as believable because I’m such a scardy cat and super jumpy. Being chased would genuinely scare me even it was acting. Even knowing what was going to happen I know I’d still be jumpy. Only thing is I don’t have the scream down that you gotta have for a horror movie.  Have you ever been to Washington D.C? Nope. Do you hate when girls have guyish names and boys have girly names? I really don’t care.  Have you lost or gained any weight since February? I know I haven’t gained any weight. I’ve probably lost some weight, which is really not good for someone who’s already underweight.  Have you ever felt like no one wanted to be around you? Yes. I don’t even want to be around me. I often feel like I’m such a burden and annoyance. It’s my own thinking and feeling, though. My family doesn’t do or say anything to make me feel that way. I have had other people make me feel that way, though.   Have you ever had to use a pay phone? Yes. Have you listened to music today? Nope. It’s been awhile since I’ve listened to music, actually. Do you only drink bottled water? Yes. Don’t judge me. I bet someone is on your mind right now, right? No, actually. Do you like writing in pen or pencil better? Pen, definitely. What's the last magazine you bought? I don’t even remember it’s been so long. Has anyone in your family ever forgot your birthday? My parents, brother, and close family members always remember. Was it any of your friends birthday in the past week? My older brother’s birthday was a couple days ago. Is anyone else in the same room as you? Nope. Are you one of the popular people in your grade? I’m done with school, but no I was never popular.

“you never call me when you’re sober”

What word best describes you in the dictonary? ”Depressed”, “Awkward”, “Lame”, “Loser”, “Ugly”... Do you like Soy Milk? Yeah, I’m lactose intolerant. I use that or almond milk. I don’t drink any kind of milk by itself, but I use those in stuff like coffee drinks and cereal. And for dunking my cookies and brownies in. Where were you at 10:30am yesterday? Right here in bed where I spent all weekend. I was having a really rough weekend. I felt really shitty and had zero energy. I couldn’t even drag myself outta bed for coffee, so that’s how you know I was feeling really bad. Thankfully, my mom and brother brought me a Starbucks. Do you think ghosts are real? I believe in spirits, but not actual Caspers. Do you know anyone who has been attacked by a shark? No. What is your best friend's mom name? Lupe. Have you ever made out in a movie theatre? No. What part of your body do you wash first? My arms and work my way down. Do you have an innie or an outie? Innie. How do you think the dinosaurs died? An asteroid. What's your favorite flavor of Pringles? Sour cream and onion, cheddar and sour cream, pizza, and ranch.  What was the last thing you got grounded for? Something when I was like 12. Did you go to a water park last summer? I don’t go to the water park ever. What shoe do you put on first? I think the right. Finish the sentence: Girls.. Just wanna have fun.

“I think we’re alone now”

Have you ever had a song or poem written about you? No. Did you have a nickname growing up? My family called my Noodles, ha. When was the last time you played the air guitar? I don’t know. Have you ever biten your toenail? Ew, no. I’m not flexible enough to even do that, but I would never want to so it’s fine. Have you ever been dared to do something that you regretted? No. I didn’t do dares. Favorite website? Tumblr and YouTube. Worst thing that has ever happened to you? Probably the incident that made me a paraplegic at 7 months old. That’s certainly top of the list. Best thing that has happened to you? My doggos are definitely amongst the top. Best friend? My mom. If you could dye your hair any color, what color would it be? I dye it red and would like to continue to do so. Do you have a wii? It’s my brother’s, but since we live in the same house and I’ve used it, too, I’m gonna say yes.  Most used phrase on IM? I don’t remember, it’s been over a decade since I’ve used IM. Have you ever heard of The Beatles? Of course. Have you ever wanted to give money to a charity? Yes, and I have given to charities.

“Who says you’re not beautiful?”

Would you ever want to have 14 kids? Uh, noooo. I don’t even want one.  Are you wearing any bracelets right now? Nope. Do you have any jewelry that once belonged to an old family member? No. Do you dream every night? I usually do. Give me on of your goals Just taking it day by day. Do you like skinny jeans? Yeah, those are the only jeans I have. Do you ever say stuff that you don’t mean? It happens. Have you ever said "I love you" and not meant it? Yeah, but that was back when I was 16 and felt pressured into saying it back to my boyfriend at the time even though I didn’t have those feelings. Ever since then I haven’t thrown those words around lightly. What is your dream guy/girl? A patient, understanding, caring, loving, trustworthy, good sense of humor kind of guy. Do you hate when people overract? I can definitely be one of those people that overreact. And I know I’m overreacting when it’s happening, but I can’t help myself. I sometimes see people in situations where I’m like, ‘omg, they’re totally overreacting’ and think it could be handled differently, but yet I do the same thing. When was the last time you used the oven? It’s been awhile, actually... I don’t remember. Have you ever wanted to be free like a bird? ”And I’m as free as a bird now... and this bird you cannot change.” Are you a worrier? Oh am I ever. Does your house have an attic? Nope. Are you going fishing this weekend? No. I don’t go fishing.

[thelastspeecher]

Genie Gucks

I recently got into an Angenie AU mood, and so we’ve been talking about it on the Discord lately.  As per usual, talking about something on the Discord inspired me and I ended up writing a thing.  Well, mostly writing a thing.  Then I lost some steam and couldn’t finish it.  But I forced myself to finish it today, so here it is.

This ficlet takes place directly following this one.

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              Stan finished moving Fiddlesticks or whatever his name was to the couch and tossed Angie’s blanket over his prone body.  He turned around.

              “All right, Angie, what’s-” he started.  The sentence died on his tongue.  Tear tracks shone on Angie’s cheeks.  Her entire body was shaking.

              Even when I first freed her from her bottle, she wasn’t this upset. Stan placed his hands on Angie’s thin shoulders.

              “Let’s get you something hot or alcoholic to drink, okay?  Then you’ve gotta explain to me what the hell is going on.” Angie nodded numbly.  Stan took her hand and led her out of the room, then down an empty hallway.  They arrived at the living room.  “Um, kitchen’s probably this way,” Stan mumbled to himself, walking through the living room.  “I was right!”  Stan stopped in the kitchen entryway.  “Yeesh.”

              “Goodness,” Angie said in a trembling voice.  They stared at the kitchen.  There wasn’t a square inch of clean surface in the entire room.  Pots and pans coated in something resembling tar were fermenting in the sink, and an incredibly unpleasant odor emanated from the fridge.

              “What the hell happened?” Stan asked.  Angie pursed her lips.  “What?”

              “Give me a sec.”  Angie closed her eyes in concentration.  Stan sighed.

              “Ang, if you try to make it better with magic, you might make it-” There was a flash of light.  Stan blinked away the afterimages.  Faint golden sparkled twinkled out of existence in the now spotless kitchen.  Stan’s jaw dropped.  He looked at Angie.  She seemed similarly astounded.

              “That worked much better than I expected,” she said after a moment.  “But I prob’ly shouldn’t try anything else.”

              “Yeah.  Don’t wanna push your luck.  Go sit down. I’ll find you something.”  Angie walked over to the table and took a seat. Stan opened the fridge.  “…There’s nothing in here.”

              “I set up the spell to get rid of anything that was expired,” Angie said. Stan walked over to the cupboards and opened them.  Like the fridge, they were bare.

              “Jeez Louise, even I couldn’t muck up a place so bad that literally every piece of food or drink was expired.”  Stan closed the cupboards.  “Ford was really…”  He shook his head.  “Never mind.” He joined Angie at the table, sitting across from her.  “All right. No drinks, but you seem like you calmed down a bit.”  Angie nodded. “Talk.”

              “I don’t know where to start,” Angie said softly.  Stan sighed.

              “Okay, how about you start with that homeless guy, Fiddlesticks?  How do you know him?”

              “It’s Fiddleford.  And he’s…my brother.”

              “He’s-”  Stan gaped. “That hobo’s a genie?”

              “No.”  Angie played with her hair anxiously.  “He’s human.”

              “But he’s your brother.”

              “Yes.”

              “Is this like, an adoption situation, or-”

              “No, we’re blood related.”  Angie took a breath.  She stopped playing with her hair and set her hands palm down on the table.  “I wasn’t always a genie.”  Stan leaned back and waited for her to elaborate.  “I was a normal human.  Grew up in a big fam’ly, went to school, the whole nine yards. But one day, I was back at home fer a visit, and I went into my parents’ room fer somethin’.  I opened the drawer in my ma’s bedside table, and there was this oil lamp sittin’ there.  I touched it. There was a flash of light.”  She fell silent.

              “Then what happened?” Stan asked.

              “You freed me from my bottle.”

              “You- hang on.”  Stan leaned forward.  “You touched some oil lamp, and then basically blacked out until I found your bottle and let you loose?”  Angie nodded. “That doesn’t sound right.”

              “It’s the truth!”

              “No, I believe you.  You’re a shitty liar.”  Angie rolled her eyes.  “But I mean…” Stan chewed on the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know anything about magic, but it seems like you can’t just turn into a genie when you touch an oil lamp. Otherwise, we’d be drowning in genies.”

              “That’s a good point,” Angie said.  “But I don’t know anything else except for what I told you.”

              “Yeah.”  Stan ran a hand through his hair.  “Well, now you being a shitty genie finally makes sense.  You’re brand-new to it.  I thought there was something weird about someone as smart as you being so bad at your job.”  Angie frowned thoughtfully.

              “…Thank you?”

              “Hang on.”  Stan sat up straight.  “That fiddle guy is your brother.”

              “Yes.”

              “You said you have a big family.”

              “Yes.”

              “Why didn’t you bother to contact them?” Stan asked.  Angie looked down.  “I mean, I gave you your freedom ages ago, and you ended up just traveling the world with me, instead of letting your family know you were safe?”

              “Yer not really one to talk about fam’ly dynamics.”

              “Yeah, yeah, yeah, my family’s fucked up, whatever.  Answer the question.”

              “I…”  Angie looked away.  “What would I tell them?  I got turned into a genie and found by a criminal in the Middle East?  They’d- they’d sent me to a mental institution.” She sniffed.  “But yer right.  I should- I should get a hold of ‘em.  They need to know I’m safe, and I’d like some answers about Fiddleford.”  She reached out for one of his hands and squeezed. “Thank you, darlin’.”

              “No problem, babe.”

----- 

              Stan paced back and forth behind Angie’s chair, watching her dial a number into the cordless phone she’d managed to dig up from somewhere.  Once the number was dialed, she pressed the speakerphone button and set the phone down.  There were a few rings before someone picked up.

              “McGucket residence, Lute speakin’,” a voice drawled.  Angie took a shuddering breath.  “Hello?”  Stan nudged Angie.

              “Lute,” Angie whispered.  The reaction was immediate.

              “Angie?!” the person – Lute – screeched.  Stan and Angie winced at the pitch and volume.

              “Yes, it’s me, please don’t shout like that,” Angie said.

              “Wh- h- how can ya expect me to not have a large response to hearin’ my baby sister’s voice?  You’ve been missin’ fer-”

              “Some time, I know,” Angie said softly.

              “One sec, I’m goin’ to fetch Ma ‘n Pa.”  There was a rustling on the other end, then faint shouting.  “Ma, Pa, Angie’s on the phone!”  Muffled voices responded.  “Angie, where have ya been?”

              “I think I’ll wait to explain once Ma ‘n Pa-”

              “We’re here, sweetie,” a woman’s voice said.  There was a beep.  “Okay. Yer on speakerphone now.”

              “Junebug, where have ya been?” a man’s voice asked.  Angie closed her eyes.

              “Well, at first, the…the Middle East.”  Silence fell.  “Hello?”

              “Ma, what’s with that expression?” Lute asked.  Angie leaned in.

              “What’s goin’ on?”

              “Sally, are ya thinkin’ what I think yer thinkin’?” the man asked quietly.

              “…Yes,” the woman said.  “Angie, ‘fore ya talk more, I need to ask ya somethin’.  Did ya ever happen to find an old oil lamp in my room?”

              “Yes.”

              “And ya touched it?”

              “Yes.  That’s- that’s actually what started this whole mess.”

              “Sally, I thought you said that the kids weren’t-”

              “I thought they weren’t!”

              “Look, I don’t know what’s happenin’ on yer end, but I just- I need to tell ya where I’ve been,” Angie said desperately.  “I was-”

              “No, you can tell us in person.”

              “In- Ma, I’m in Oregon right now!  Do ya really want to wait until I get to Arkansas or you get here?” Angie asked. She rubbed her forehead.

              “Where abouts in Oregon?”

              “Gravity Falls.”

              “I need an address, sweetie.”

              “618 Gopher Road.  I-” The phone went dead.  Angie looked at Stan.  “What on Earth was that?”

              “How should I know?  They’re your family.”

              “Yes, but-”  There was a loud thump.  “Think Fidds woke up?”

              “No, I think that came from out front,” Stan said.  “We should probably check it out.”  Angie nodded and stood.  They made their way to the front door.  When they opened the door, Angie let out a loud gasp.  Three people stood on the lawn.  Or rather, two people stood, and the third was hunched over, visibly trying not to vomit.  “What the-”

              “Sally, I hate it when ya do that,” choked out the man who was bent over.

              “Sorry, darlin’,” the woman said, rubbing his back gently.  “I didn’t have a choice.”  The other man on the lawn, much younger than the one fighting not to hurl, looked around, confused.

              “What-”  The man’s eyes landed on Angie.  “Angie!” Angie let out a choked sob.

              “Lute!”  She ran over to Lute and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace.  Stan watched from the porch, discomfort uncurling in his stomach.

              “Banjey,” said the older man, who seemed to have recovered from his bout of nausea.  He and the woman joined in on the hug between Angie and Lute.  “Oh, my baby girl, we’ve been so worried.”

              “I’m sorry I didn’t contact y’all sooner, I was- I was scared to tell ya what happened to me,” Angie said softly.  She broke off from the hug.  “But…how did y’all get here?”

              “Well, sweetie-” started the woman.

              “Magic,” Stan interrupted.  The McGuckets looked over at him.  “You- you’re Angie’s mom, right?”  The woman nodded.  “Angie got her magic from you, didn’t she?”

              “Yes.  She did.” Mrs. McGucket frowned at Stan thoughtfully.  “Yer mighty perceptive, young man.”

              “I do my best,” Stan said with a shrug.  “I was just telling Angie that she had to have gotten the genie thing from somewhere.  Didn’t make sense for her to suddenly become one after touching some lamp.  You showing up right away makes it pretty obvious where that genie thing came from.”

              “Genie thing?” queried Lute.  Stan nodded.

              “Uh, yeah.  Angie’s a genie.  And I guess, so’s your mom.”

              “…What?” Lute asked.  Mrs. McGucket took him and Angie off to the side and began to speak to them.  Mr. McGucket walked over to Stan.  He looked Stan up and down.

              “Let me guess.  Yer the feller what freed Angie from her bottle,” he said shortly.  Stan nodded.  After a moment, Mr. McGucket embraced Stan warmly.  “Thank you, son.”

              “Why?” Stan asked.

              “You saved my little girl.  You freed her with one of yer wishes, didn’t ya?”

              “My second one,” Stan said.  Mr. McGucket beamed.

              “Yer a good man.  What’s yer name?”

              “Stan.  Stan Pines.”

              “Thank you, Stan,” Mr. McGucket said.  Stan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

              “I gotta admit, I’m not used to my girlfriend’s dad being so nice to me right off the bat.”

              “Girlfriend?!” squawked Lute.  Angie punched him roughly.

              “I’m a grown adult, Lute.  Ya don’t have to go defendin’ me all the time.”

              “I’m just-” Lute started.  Mrs. McGucket put a hand on her son’s shoulder.

              “Lute.  Let it go. All of us should head inside fer a conversation.”

              “Yeah,” Lute said.  He looked over at his parents.  “Hang on. Ain’t this the town Fidds went to do research in?”

              “Yes,” Angie said.  “He’s in the house.”  Her family stared at her.  “My magic brought him here.”  Her family continued to stare.  Angie sighed. “Honestly, today’s been so strange, that might not even be in the top five weirdest things to happen.”

              “Well, sittin’ down with some iced tea ‘ll help with yer confusion,” Mrs. McGucket said warmly.

              “About that…” Stan said.  The McGuckets looked at him.  “There’s like, no food in the whole house.”  Mrs. McGucket snapped her fingers.  She grinned.

              “Not anymore.  C’mon, let’s go talk things out.”  The McGuckets filed into the house.  Stan grabbed Angie before she could go inside.

              “How come you can’t do that?” he asked.  Angie crossed her arms.  “…Right. You didn’t know you were a genie, but your mom did.”

              “Yep.”  Angie kissed Stan on the cheek.  “C’mon. Knowin’ my ma, the food she just magicked up is delicious.”

[astranne]

ROYAL - Bruce Wayne

I've never seen a diamond in the flesh 

I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies 

And I'm not proud of my address, in the torn up town

No post code envy

I looked up. My gaze caught every little detail. The beautiful but fake-looking women, the handsome men, smoking expensive cigars and talking about money and their big houses. Houses like the Wayne Manor. I felt the glances of the rich men trying to undress me with their mere eyes. But it didn't really bother me, I always liked the attention of men. I always loved the way how I affected men. But this was different. They had women by their side and fucked me with their eyes.

Slowly, I made my way upstairs. My long, black coat hid my dress. Everyone wore pastel colors, it was the dress code after all. The butler of the family Wayne smiled pleasantly and nodded in my direction.

„Miss Jackson, it's a pleasure to see you at the gala. May I have your coat?"

„Alfred, please, call me Lara. You've known me for many years."

„Indeed, Lara." I smiled and took off my coat. Alfred raised an eyebrow at my dress but didn't say a thing.

„You look like your mother, Lara. She would be very proud of you."

„Thank you, Alfred. But I couldn't have done it without you." He reached his arm to me, I smiled and took it.

„I'm afraid, but Master Bruce wouldn't approve that," he made reference to the dress. It was scandalous. Scandalous red.

„Well Alfred, you should know, I don't care about the opinion of a rich man. I never did."

„I know, dear. I know." Our way led us to the big saloon, full of laughter and rich people. It wasn't my world, it will never be and still, I'm here.

But every song's like gold teeth, 

Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom 

Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room 

We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams 

But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash 

We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair

I inspected every woman and every man. There were models, actors, politicians, businessmen... rich people. Before I could do my way to a waiter serving the champagne, a young man stopped next to me. Another followed him and flashed a flirtatious smile towards me. Both had black hair, blue eyes and were muscular. They were handsome men. But too young for me.

„Good evening, my lady. You look beautiful." The one with the longer hair took my hand and kissed it.

„I must say, red fits you well, beautiful lady. May I know your name?"

„Lara Jackson. With whom do I have the pleasure?" Before any of them could answer, a little boy stepped between us, he looked like ten, but his hard look didn't belong to a child.

„Grayson, Todd. If I find this woman in anyone's room tonight, I will kill you. We don’t have time for this."

„What do you want, demon spawn?" The child huffed and crossed his arms.

„Father wants to speak with you. Both of you." Both rolled their eyes.

„I'm sorry, beautiful lady. The old man can’t have a fun night. We will see us again." The one with the white streak in his black hair kissed my cheek, the other my hand.

„Idiots. Please forgive my brothers, they don't have any respect for a good looking lady."

„It's okay. And thank you."

„You're familiar", he noticed. I just raised an eyebrow. This child was odd. Just like his father.

„Well, I know your father, Damian." His head shoots up and he frowned.

„How do you know me? Or him?"

„It was many years ago, but your father and I had a great friendship. One day he went missing and the day he came back, he wasn't the same anymore. Still, I stayed in contact with Alfred, he was a great friend and like a father to me."

„Why did my father abandon you?"

„I'm not rich." He looked confused but didn’t say anything.

„He never said something about you. Why not?"

„Again Damian. I'm not rich. I will never be like these models or actresses. I'm just a simple girl, that lived alone with her mother. It was a coincidence, that your father and I met."

And we'll never be royals 

It don't run in our blood 

That kind of lux just ain't for us 

We crave a different kind of buzz

„Then why are you here, Jackson?"

„I wanted to see Alfred. I wanted to see the house since it was my second home. And for the last time, I wanted to feel the atmosphere at a gala."

„It sounds like a goodbye. Why? What did my father do that you are such full of hate?" I looked surprised at him.

„How?", I just asked.

„I know that look. You don't hate my father, you hate that rich life, you hate his behavior. I'm also like this. I hate my mother, well, if you can call her a mother. And I hate my stupid brothers, who get more attention from my father then I do. I know they spend more time with him and know him better, but it’s..."

„Frustrating", I finished his sentence.

„I like you." I smiled and sipped at my champagne.

„Well Damian, I like you too."

„More than your brothers." He smiled smugly and I snorted silently.

Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B 

And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule) 

Let me live that fantasy

„If you see them, could you clarify for me, that I'm definitely not interested? They are too young. Goodlooking, but too young."

„With pleasure, Lara."

I stayed the whole evening with Damian. He was a cute child, but he would never allow anyone to say that out loud. And he looked like his father. Well, almost. His eyes were green, they must be from his mother. But I didn't ask since he made clear, that his mother was a forbidden topic.

After that evening, I spent the night with Oliver Queen. We were both drunk and afterward, I found out that he had a girlfriend. So I did the one most logical thing, I ran away and swore, I will never be just a woman for a night. These times are now past, I want to be someone special, someone, that my mother can be proud of. So I began to search for my father. I never knew or saw him. But I wanted to find him.

My friends and I we've cracked the code 

We count our dollars on the train to the party 

And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this 

We didn't come from money

After months of searching and traveling around the world, I found him. Well, he found me. He didn't know he had a daughter. My mother never told him about me. But he didn't abandon me like other people. He gave me a new home, a new task. He gave me a new family. I began to train, train to defend myself, train to defend others, train to kill. Especially rich people who were assholes. I just followed my father's footsteps. You may ask now, who my father is. Im a Wilson now. My father is called Slade Wilson but feared as Deathstroke.

I was educated by the League of the Shadows also called the League of Assassins. Ra's al Guhl himself trained me and let me fight against his daughter, who is the mother of Damian. Talia al Guhl, or whatever they call her. I hate her. I hate her for manipulating Bruce and abandon her son. I hate her for her behavior, I just hate her presence. And everybody knows that. Because I almost killed her. Well, I killed her, but she was brought back with the Lazarus Pit. My father was really proud of me since nobody can stand her. I mean, she is a fucking bitch, she betrayed the League just for a son of Batman. And did so many other awful things. But that's not my problem anymore. Ra's send me to protect his grandson, the heritage of the League. The fact, Damian liked me, made my job so much easier. But I had no idea, how to become one of the Wayne family members. So we built a plan. My father as Deathstroke, would try to kill Robin and Batman, and I would save them both. After all the planning, it worked perfectly.

„Who are you?"

„Your pseud, deep voice doesnt scare me, Batman. You've just could thank me."

„Lara?"

„Hello, Damian. Its nice to see you again"

„I thought you would never come back to Gotham." I fake sighed and crossed my arms.

„Well... I was all around the world. I met your mother and I must say, she is a bitch. Sadly she survived our meeting." Batman huffed.

„And how did you know about the whole hero thing?"

„Talia is a really shitty secret keeper. She told me all about it, in the hope, I would show some mercy. Its nice to see you, Bruce."

„Who are you?"

„Its a shame, you dont recognize me, Brucie." I took my black hood off, also my mask, that hid the lower half of my face. I could feel the confusion of my childhood crush.

„Lara Jackson?"

„What a welcome." I was surprised after he hugged me. Awkwardly, I tapped his back.

„Im so sorry." That was easier than I thought.

„It’s okay, Brucie. It’s okay." Damian coughed and crossed his arms.

„Umm... can I have a bed for tonight?", I asked silently.

„You can have a bed as long as you want, Lara."

„Thank you, Bruce."

„Lets go home." He jumped off the roof, Damian followed him. I turned around and saw my father in the shadows. With a smirk, I followed the Waynes.

But every song's like gold teeth, 

Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom 

Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room 

We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams 

But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash 

We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair

I was now a month at Wayne Manor. Bruce acted a little bit strange but I didn't mind. But what I minded was his big family. He has five sons and two daughters and other family members. They didn't trust me. Richard and Jason always flirted with me, the other women in the house hated me for that. Until one day.

„Hey, beautiful. What are you doin’?" I just rose an eyebrow, a move I would do every day.

„Do you have eyes, Jason?"

„Yes, why?"

„Well, then you can see, I’m reading." He sat aside me and wiggled his eyebrows.

„Mind, if I take this book and we do something?" I tried to ignore him.

„Darlin', I know you would take me. Don't act so heartless even though its hot as fuck." And then I had enough.

„Okay, listen, Jason. I'm not interested to fuck you or Richard. I'm so much older than you, I could be your fucking mother! And if you don't stop, I’m gonna kick your fucking ass so hard, that the pit wont help you come back to life! So shut the fuck up and just let me live my fucking life! Without you or Richard or any playboy." He just blinked.

„How old are you?", he asked bluntly. I slapped him with the book. Jason yelled and ran away from the couch.

„Jason Peter Todd! Come back, you fucking asshole! I'm going to fucking killing you, you dipshit! You don't ask a woman about her age! COME BACK!" I ran after him, passing next to Richard and Tim.

„Jason!", I yelled. „Come back, you motherfucking bastard!" He sprinted downwards, trying to escape. With the speed I had gained, I jumped down and rolled off.

„What the fuck! That woman! Help! Anyone!"

„Shut up!" I tackled him down and began to punch him. Blood spattered out of his nose, ruining the expensive carpet.

„What the fuck?! Lara? Jason?" Dick tried to separate us but he also collected a punch in his nose.

„Don't touch me, you pervert!" Jason managed to escape out of my hold and we began to fight, Richard joined, after I kicked him in his stomach.

„Bruce? Alfred? Anyone? Lara is going crazy!", Tim shouted. He was smart enough to stay out of our fight. I swiped the blood out of my face, not knowing to whom it belonged.

„Still imagining how to fuck me?" Both men grunted, trying to punch me, which I easily caught. My hands gripped Richard's shoulders and I let his nose met my head. He groaned and held his nose, trying to kick me.

„Enough!" I heard Bruce's voice and stepped a little back. Jason didn't stop and punched right in my jaw. I growled and rushed forward, my legs slung around his neck, and threw him on the ground.

„Lara! Enough!" It took Bruce, Tim, and Alfred to keep me away from the second oldest.

And we'll never be royals It don't run in our blood That kind of lux just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz

Bruce himself stitched me up, doesn't allow anyone to come too near towards me. He forbid everyone, even Alfred, to come to the Batcave.

„Why?", he just asked. I huffed and crossed my arms.

„Why? Both were flirting with me! Its disgusting! I could be their fucking mother!"

„They are kids, Lara", he sighed and sat across me. I rolled my eyes.

„Kids don’t fight the Joker, Bruce." It was silent, we just sat there.

„Why are you like this?"

„What do you mean?" I frowned.

„You're cold. Towards me. I have the feeling, you only like Alfred and Damian", he almost whispered. I swallowed and tried to avoid his gaze.

„Bruce, I...I had a hard childhood. I just had my mother and you. You were my best friend, my first love. And when my mother passed, I was alone. I know, you were there for me, but not like the way I wanted. I changed Bruce, I'm not the glamorous girl anymore."

„Why you didn't say anything?"

„You were Bruce Wayne, the son of millionaires, the heritage of Wayne Enterprises. I was madly in love with you, I never said something because I was so scared. Scared, that you wouldnt love me back, scared you would see me just like as a friend. So I started to date other boys, boys who gave me attention in a way, who filled the gap my mother left. It was like a drug. I loved the way I affected every man. They gave me love, physically." At the end of my speech, I'd met Bruces eyes. They were soft and full of love.

„Im so sorry, Lara. I never- If I ever would know that...Do you remember your first boyfriend?" He didn't wait for an answer.

„I was so jealous and I saw you at his side it made me clear, you weren't the little girl anymore, who I met at my parents funeral. In my eyes, you were a grown, beautiful and independent woman. That day I realized, I loved you from the first day and still do." My eyes grew big. How?

„You still love me?", I whispered.

„I do." I almost melted at these words. My fucking childhood crush, my first love, loves me. He smiled and leaned towards me. Our noses touched, my eyes fluttered. He stopped, obviously waiting for me. I sighed when our lips finally met. We kissed slowly, without any tongue. It was a romantic kiss, heck, he would top every Hollywood movie. We parted, his lips brushed against mine. Bruce cupped my face with his hands and kissed me again. Roughly. A light moan escaped my lips, my hands tugged his black hair. He groaned deeply and heat rushed downwards all around my body. His arms pulled me nearer to him. Slowly, while kissing him, I climbed on his lap. But before it could go any farther, Alfred cleared his throat. I blushed and tried to hide my face in Bruce's neck while he just chuckled.

Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B 

And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule)

Let me live that fantasy

Everything was perfect. As perfect as it could be in such a chaotic family. Since I beat up Jason and Richard, everyone tries to not piss me off. I warmed up to the girls and also Tim. Everything was perfect until Talia showed up. She and some traitors of the league managed to break into the Manor and tied the whole Wayne Family up.

„Hello, Lara. Its nice to see you again." A mad smile graced her face. I didn't respond and gripped the handle of my sword harder.

„Why are you here, Talia?"

„Oh I don’t know, maybe to kill you?" I rolled my eyes.

„Besides that." She grinned widely at me.

„I want my son back."

„No." She frowned, the Waynes behind me began to protest.

„No? Who do you think you are? I’m the mother of him!"

„Well, I don't care who you are Talia. You're a traitor and I don't listen to traitors."

„Wilson", she growled.

„Al Guhl."

„My son."

„No."

„I want my son! And I will kill you to get him!"

„Try me, bitch. I killed you once and I will do it again."

„Why are you here?", she asked out of nowhere.

„Classified."

„Really, Wilson?"

„Why is mother naming her Wilson?", whispered Damian to his father. Before Bruce could answer, Talia rushed with a war cry forward raising her sword. I easily dodged, spinning around and kicking her in her stomach.

„You have a deathwish, Al Guhl. Stop it and I will let you go."

„Never, Wilson", she spat and rammed her sword in my leg. I gritted my teeth but fought on. I felt, how my wound slowly stopped bleeding until it closed completely. But the pain was still there.

„How-?", she stuttered.

„You should've known, dear Talia. The reason, why Im a better fighter than you, the reason, why I could kill you. All because of my fathers powers."

„Your father has powers? But he is no metahuman."

„Who said he is a mutant? He's an experiment, he's an improved human. So am I."

„That's why you could learn so fast to fight", she realized.

„Yes. And now, get out of here, or I kill you and your friends."

We're bigger than we ever dreamed, and I'm in love with being queen (Ooh ooh oh) 

Life is great without a care 

We aren't caught up in your love affair

„Who is your father, Lara?" I sighed at Damian's question.

„Does it really matter right now?"

„Hell yes it does!", shouted Jason. „I want some awesome powers too!" I rolled my eyes.

„I never knew my father, Bruce knows that. And my mother never told him, that she was pregnant. After I met Damian, I began to search for my father. Without any results. Then, he found me. He's a member of the league of the assassins, so he brought me there and I was trained."

„You didn't answer Damians question”, Bruce noticed. I sighed again and shouldered my backpack.

„Because I knew, you all wouldn't like it. Damian, your grandfather send me to protect you. My job is done, I will go back to Nanda Parbat."

„What?"

„No!", they cried out.

„Why? I thought you-", I interrupted Bruce.

„Bruce, I love you. I really do. But I know, when you learn, who my father is, you will abandon me. So I better go by myself."

„Wait, what? Are you and Bruce a thing?" Jason's eyes switched between us.

„We were."

And we'll never be royals 

It don't run in our blood 

That kind of lux just ain't for us 

We crave a different kind of buzz 

Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B 

And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule) 

---

Masterlist

This was my first oneshot in english, I hope you like it. You can also find it on Wattpad, there I have the same username like on Tumblr. 

I’m aware, that not everything I wrote matches with the personalities of the batfam, I have more knowledge of the MCU and MARVEL. And if something is wrong with my english (my first language is german) please tell me. :) 

[smartguyreviewed]

1x3 - The Code

Original air date: April 2, 1997

Everyone remember the whole “No Snitching” moment from the early 2000s c/o of Dipset? I remember it being blown up when Cam’ron went on 60 Minutes to let Anderson Cooper know that he would not snitch on his serial killing neighbor next door. Sorry future murder victims, Cam’ron’s consicence lies with the streets!

This is essentially what goes on in this episode, except with no Parental Advisory sticker. The episode begins with Mo and Marcus discussing an upcoming basketball game in the bathroom. Mo begins smoking a cigarette and Marcus clearly disapproves. TJ walks in and is wide-eyed at the thought of someone purposefully doing something that would cause their body harm. When he’s older, he’ll understand. Clink, clink.

The boys leave and TJ is holding the cigarette that Mo just chucked, curious at the little cancer stick. Just as he’s about to toss it, Principal Dowling shows up to bust the culprit. TJ, not wanting to go back to the office and be forced to mingle with more Airheads extras, immediately snitches on Mo. TJ is about to leave when he reminds Dowling of the reason why he came into the men’s bathroom in the first place and she skedaddles, suddenly aware that she just barged into the men’s room and totally could have seen underage peen. 

Meanwhile, across the hall, Marcus is taking a gander at the mural being painted of the Penguins and is not okay with how small his chest looks. Yvette overhears this and walks over to Marcus, telling him that he needs to lift more because he looks like the “Black Gilligan.” 

Mo rushes over and asks about what they’re going to do to TJ since he’s snitched on him for the whole smoking thing. Marcus says he once left TJ in the woods but he located the North star and beat Marcus home. Yep, Marcus abandoned his younger brother once for...reasons. Becuase of TJ’s snitchery, Mo is out of the game. How did he know TJ was the one who gave him up, though? Does Piedmont not have trusted authority figures who can keep secrets when their students desperately need them? No, of course not. They have no IT department and no AP classes, so I guess any promise of confidentiality is out of the window as well. 

Anyhoo, Mo is blaming TJ for his misfortune although Mo shouldn’t have been smoking in the damn bathroom to begin with. He snarls at TJ and says that if he were his age he would have beat the shit out of him. Marcus then explains to TJ what the code is: no snitching. Lester, who will later sexually assault Yvette, but under the pseudonym Ramon, is hovering above TJ while clamoring about how mad he is that someone ratted on Mo. Marcus says he doesn’t know, but if Mo knows who snitched and it got around, shouldn’t he know too? Then again, he does seem a little...odd and that factoid could have gotten lost somewhere. 

He and Mo show up at the Henderson home later to warn Marcus of a planned scoreboard theft. TJ wants to be included, which I honestly have no problem with seeing as Lester is the UBS guy on steroids and would probably fuck everything up, but TJ knows he’s on the outs with the guys. Why even bother to ask? After he gets his feelings hurt, he talks to his pappy, who attempts to get him to open up, but is disappointed to learn TJ is taking this non-snitching doctrine to heart. 

At school, the boys are horrified to learn that their mural has gone from this:

To this:

And while I do commend the amount of time it took Truman to come and do this very elaborate painting, wouldn’t it have been easier to just deface the mural instead?

Dowling warns the boys to not retaliate and they agree until she walks away. Unfortunately, all three of these morons can’t come up with any good revenge plans. Enter TJ, who worms his way back in the clique by bringing up district report card day. He asks the gang, “And what does that mean?” Mo painfully replies, “a whooping?” Ha! Black childhood trauma is funny and relatable. 

TJ’s plan is to lower all of the grades of the best Truman basketball players so that they don’t qualify for the game. Because the Penguins suck so hard that they have to play against other shitty players to even the score. Hey, I guess if you can’t beat them, fight their less competent constituents. 

TJ and the gang meet up at Truman. You already know that somebody is going to fuck something up and blow their cover, but at least it’s fun to watch the mess go down. TJ has a code to open the school’s gate but revels in watching Marcus and Mo attempt to scale the fence. TJ is a petty little asshole. 

After successfully getting into the computer lab, TJ then successfully gives the correct players their terrible grades. Mission accomplished! But then Mo goes and undoes it all by writing about their plan, putting his fucking name on the paper and somehow leaving this note behind during their break-in. Dowling already knows Marcus and Mo are too dumb to have come up with such an elaborate plan. Rather than follow the “code,” they instantly snitch on TJ and give him up as the ringleader. 

Naturally, TJ is confused. How come the code wasn’t applied in this situation? He and Marcus begin saying how they didn’t have choices when their asses were on the line and did what they had to do, just like Henry Hill and Tekashi 6ix9ine. I can’t think of any other famous snitches. Floyd is there to witness the boys duke it out over the code and he gives his Lesson of the Day, that you should speak up when you know something is wrong. 

But TJ can’t just accept that he fucked up and leave it at that. Oh, no! Time to drag a few people down with him, first up being Lester who was in on the plan. Petty, but that makes sense at least because he has proximity to why they’re all there to begin with. Does TJ stop there? Nope! Next up is some kid who cheated on a geometry test. Next is a janitor! Yes, TJ very likely could have gotten some old guy fired from his job for stealing lightbulbs. And last but definitely not least, his sister, who has literally nothing to do with anything that just happened. He outs her for having a fake ID that says she’s 28, and of course, Papa Bear Floyd pounces right on that. Like I said before, TJ is a petty little asshole. This isn’t even the last time he does something shitty to Yvette.

During the end credits, we see everyone, including Yvette, who had literally nothing to do with anything, get their “sentences.” Mo is picking up cigarette butts around school. Marcus gets six weeks of grounding with extra laundry duty and rain gutter detail. TJ gets a month grounding, no snacks, and no recreational education. Yvette is grounded for a month and her fake ID is taken away. Case closed, bring out the dancing lobsters.

Stuff I noticed:

- Yvette’s 90s-does-70s outfit is insane and amazing. Kinda reminds me of Tamera’s outfit in the last episode but better.

- Mo’s dad likes to peep on his neighbor through binoculars at night. 

- TJ outs his sister by saying she has a fake ID listing her age as 28. Essence Atkins was 25 at the time of filming. Close enough!

[mx-jinxous]

Day Seven: Boss/Mayor (an idea by @moon-for-moon and Me)

Leonard Snart was a serious man that had one serious focus in like, his job. Leonard, most called him Len, was the most important man of Central City, the mayor, and he was good at what he did. He wasn’t like most politicians, he cared for his people, tried to do the best for the city, kept a friendly face. He kept his personal life behind curtains, out of the public eye, his relationships, if you can call them that, nonexistent. He was a proud alpha, knew what he wanted and what he could afford. That's why when the beautiful omega, Barry Allen walked into his office, file in his hand, Len didn’t think twice about his nightly plans.

“Mayor Snart?”

“That’s the name on the door.” Len said, making the omega wince in response, Len standing in response. Buttoning up his jacket a smile came to his face, reaching out a hand to shake the young man’s hand. “Sorry, my manners must have left me at the breathtaking sight of you walking into my office. My names Leonard, call me Len. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

“Barry Allen.” Barry said, cheeks bright pink at the complement, shaking Len’s hand. “I’m not on your itinerary, I needed to talk to you about a cold case.”

“Well Barry, sit down and tell me about it.” Len said, waiting for Barry to scamper into a chair. Once he took a seat Len joined him, holding out his hand for the file. Handing it over to Len, I Barry started rambling.

“I work as a CSI in the CCPD Lab. When I was a kid my Uncle Eobard was murdered in a hit and run. The CCPD wrote it off, said my uncle fell asleep at the wheel and caused the fatal accident. I wanted permission for the case to be reopened. I know I can’t investigate it legally, but a family friend is a detective…” Len flopped through the file, humming as he read over the insides of the file. “The only reason it was closed like that is because of the funding. I know you have a set amount you give to the CCPD and that there are a bunch of cases that would also deserve to be reopened, but I think there’s something crucial in the case. My uncle was a cop, he was looking into a drug ring when he was hit. My uncle was a good man and his brothers in blue are writing off his death.”

“Very interesting Barry. Now tell me if I gave you the money, maybe talked to your captain, let you investigate your uncles murder, what will happen when you find the person responsible?” Len asked, looking at the young man, Barry looking him sternly in the eyes.

“They will be tried in a jury of their peers and sentenced to life without a chance of parole.” Len smiled, sitting the file down on his desk, staring at the omega. Barry was interesting. He had the nerve to come to the most powerful alpha in the city, asking of something behind his captain’s back that is beyond protocol, all in the name of righting a wrong. Len found that impressive, heroic to an extent, and didn’t want the men dead.

“Well Barry, I’d love to discuss this more, over dinner. Are you free tonight?” The mayor asked, leaning forward. Barry went bright red, catching on his words as he was trying to answer the alpha.

“Uh...y-yah, I mean, yes sir, I mean, sure.” Len smirked picking up the file and handing it over to the omega.

“How about eight tonight, I’ll pick you up at work?” Barry nodded, the alpha smiling at the wordless omega. “It’s a date! Can I see your phone?” With fumbling fingers Barry gave his phone to Len, the alpha putting his number into Barry’s phone. “I’ll see you tonight Barry.” Len winked, Barry flustered as he grabbed the file and clumsily tripped on the chair on his escape. Len watched amused, even as Barry turned and waved at him, Len waving back as he sat back in his chair. The moment was broken as Mick, his right hand walked in with a file he was guessing was sent over by the CCPD.

“What did the kid want?”

“Just a request, can you pull the budget files for this year for me. I need to carve a little money out for the CCPD’s cold cases.”

“Whatever you say.” Mick grumbled, walking towards the door.

“Also clear my schedule for after eight, somethings come up and I have a meeting.” Mick gave him the all knowing look, smirking at Len as he left. Mick knew him too well, they’ve been friends since they were kids, he knew about Len’s personal life. Not many people knew much about Len’s personal life, if they did they’d know how much Len loved sex, not to the point of being an addict, but he grabbed any opprotunity. The rest of his night was pretty much what he had scheduled, a conference call with call with CCFD about some new equipment.

Barry stood outside the front doors of CCPD, looking at his outfit under his jacket, having changed on lunch. It was a little past eight, the omega waiting as the January air nipped at his nose. Len had yet to show up so Barry waited, five minutes turning to half an hour, half an hour turning to an hour, leaving Barry sitting on the cold cement steps. Sighing he was about to leave when a car pulled up, Len climbing out with a worried look. “Barry, I am so sorry I got held up on a conference call, you must be freezing.” The alpha said, removing his jacket and wrapping it around Barry’s shoulders.

“I’m fine, I didn’t want to miss you.” Barry said, a big smile on his face as he cuddle into the warm parka, taking in Len’s scent. He smelled like hot chocolate and cinnamon, sweet and comforting.

“Let’s get you in my car, it’s nice and warm.” Len said, helping the omega to his feet. The older man helped Barry to his car, opening and shutting the door for him. In the car Barry relaxed in the heat of the car, Len joining him with a shiver.

“So where are we going?” Barry asked as Len put his seatbelt on, the mayor smiling at him.

“Le Rogue, have you ever been there?” Len asked as he pulled off the curb.

“No, it’s too expensive for what I make.” Barry smiling at the mayor, turning in his seat to face Len.

“I hope you’ll love it, my friends the manager. They have a variety of food.”

“Good, I have a big appetite.” Barry said, resting his head against the seat headrest. Len smiled take a glance at Barry before going back to looking at the road.

“So Barry, you’re young, how’d you decide to become a CSI?”

“Well, my Uncle Eobard and my dad is a doctor so from a young age I was always taught about the mysteries of life. What made you want to become mayor?”

“I love this city and I grew up watching it become shitty and I wanted to save it.”

“I think you’re doing a great job, sitting down with me and listening to what I had to say, even if you don’t want to.”

“I always have time for my people, especially people who risk their lives to protect this city.” Len said, looking over at Barry with a smile. “And a cute omega looking for help.” Barry blushed, looking at his hands, the file gripped between his fingers. The rest of the ride was quiet, but quick and soon Barry was looking at the fanciest place he’d ever seen and probably the only expensive place he’ll ever go. Climbing out of the car Len hurried to the other side, opening the door and helping Barry out.

“You are certainly a gentleman Mr. Snart.” Barry tease, walking beside Len, inside the building. When they reached the podium the omega standing there had a wide smile on his face.

“Well hello mayor.” He said, smiling at Len, then at Barry.

“Hello Mark, my usual table.”

“Of course, I’ll have it set up, one moment.” The man walked away, leaving Barry and Len alone.

“They know you well?”

“I hope so, this is my building.” At this Barry looked at the mayor in surprise, Len just looked forward as he waited for the omega to return.

“You own this restaurant?”

“In a way. I stay behind the scenes, but it’s my way to give to society, it’s a proof of reformatory. Everyone hired here to is a person previously in the system. When criminals get out of jail, no one will hire them. I do, to prove that men who make mistakes can still be redeemed.”

“That is…very heroic in some way. Do people know?”

“Only the men and women that work for me. I like to keep my personal life separated from my work, this restaurant is a personal project for me.”

“I find you are a different man than you appear…a great alpha leading this city.” Len looked over at Barry with a smile.

“Thank you.” He said as Mark made his way back over.

“This way Mr. Mayor.” Mark said, leading them to the back of the restaurant, a large booth set with menus.

“So Mr. Snart, shall we order first and discuss my request.”

“No need, I’ve taken a look at the case. I had the Captain send it over, and what you said seemed to fit with what the file stated. There were errors littered throughout the file, I honestly got a headache going back and forth. Talking with David, carved out a budget to help fund the CCPD’s cold cases, starting with you uncle. You will also be allowed to assist in the case.” Len said, not taking his eyes off his menu.

“This is amazing Mr. Mayor…but if you already approved it then way have dinner with me?”

“That was pure selfishness. It’s not everyday a beautiful omega walks into my office, call me selfish if I just wanted to take you to dinner.” Barry smirked, looking down at the file for a second, running a hand through his hair. “So Barry, what would you like to drink? They have an amazing wine selection.”

“You choose, I haven’t had many experiences with wine.”

[lisinfleur]

Mishaps - Chapter 08: Backstage

Author’s Notes | “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” – Oscar Wilde Words | 2611 ⁑ Warnings: Cursing, ANGST, some violence.

"This is it. One more time, we apologize," Heahmund's voice sounded when he finished straightening the pile of papers that determined Hvitserk's releasing and the end to that whole case.

A stupid girl who lied and damaged an influent man's reputation because of a careless relationship. You stained your image probably everywhere thanks to those lies, but Hvitserk was clear, the handcuffs were out and he was there, sighing annoyed beside his older brothers, ashamed of the trust he deposited on you, rubbing his aching wrists marked by the metal handcuffs he believed you were responsible to put against his skin.

But now he wasn't so sure of what should he believe. It was clear it was your words that freed him. What was the meaning of getting him behind bars if you would lie to set him free?

"She's probably regretful. That's all. Hvitserk, just stop burning your mind over this! She fucked you, she went back and told them what she had to. You're off, she's not trustable, problem solved! Just let it go, brother," Ubbe continued speaking in the way to the car, trying to make his brother feel better and all that stuff to come to an end.

"I particularly think you shouldn't blame the girl completely over this situation," Björn said, taking his seat at the driver's seat, starting the car. "I mean, you fucking kidnapped her. She was scared, confused, and there is pretty much hidden in those documents for me to believe there is nothing more under this rug. I think we should wait for the things to go cold and then, find her again just to be sure she won't open her mouth."

"If I ever see that bitch again, I'll fucking put a bullet through her head and be sure she won't speak to anyone but the worms!" Ubbe said angrily, but it was enough for Hvitserk to break his silence.

"Enough, ok? I'm here, things went ok, I just don't wanna talk about her. Can we just forget about Mary Ann?" he stated, hurt.

It was real for him and Hvitserk really thought he had gone out of his world when he met you. He thought he would go forward and move on with his life about Thora's death and stuff, but...

Things were still so confusing!

Hvitserk rubbed his forehead, sighing and looking at the window of the backseat while Björn just sighed and Ubbe ignored the rules, lighting a cigarette into Björn's car. This time, the older one didn't complain. The windows were open and the situation was harsh for Ubbe. He knew what his brother was passing through...

One cigarette wouldn't make his whole car smell like shit...

To make things lighter for his brothers, Björn passed by one of their favorite restaurants and they divided a meal. Food always made Hvitserk smile, but the smiles were quite smaller this time. And the alcohol didn't seem to calm Ubbe's adrenalin down, but at least, he was more relaxed after the lunch.

"I was speaking seriously about the flight I have to take, so I'll drop ya at the apartment and make my way to the airport ok?" Björn announced. "Try to stay away from troubles and keep me informed."

Ubbe just nodded. Hvitserk was again staring through the window, ignoring all the rest, thinking about his last months, his life, how he had completely fallen for you.

If he would ever see you again...

If you were really carrying his child...

Should he speak about this to Ubbe? Should he go after you or was it just an excuse you used to get a motivation for him to set you free?

There were so many questions in his mind, but all of them converged to one when Björn stopped the car and Ubbe growled at the same sight Hvitserk caught first: you were there, standing beside the building door, waiting.

"Ubbe..."

Björn tried to call. Even Hvitserk tried to call him, but Ubbe just came out of the car, pointing the doorman.

"Open this shit," he ordered, to what the man answered immediately, knowing pretty well who was he dealing with. "That's good you spared me the work of searching for you. Get in!" Ubbe spat, pushing you into the door by your arm with certain violence; his bigger body walking towards you, forcing you to walk into the building, away from him.

"Ubbe, fucking wait, for the gods' sake!" Hvitserk came after him, trying to stop his older brother from doing whatever he had in mind, sure it wouldn't be something good.

Björn behind them, closing the door calmly, annoyed he would probably lose his flight with that childish play of his brothers.

Ubbe pushed you until the light from outside went out and you saw yourself into the parking of that building, kinda away from the elevator that led to the apartments, cornered near the wall.

"I should fucking rip your damn skin out for fucking my brother like that! Very brave of you to show your fucking face here once again! But I should thank you for giving me a second chance..."

Ubbe's hand moved near the back of his waist and you felt your heart rushing into your chest.

The gun...

The first time he hesitated.

This time he would shoot.

"Ubbe stop!" Hvitserk yelled when Ubbe pulled the gun, pointing on you in a quick movement, but before his brother could pull the trigger, your voice caused him to freeze.

Those deeply blue eyes trembling on your face.

"I'm pregnant!"

The whole scene stopped for a second. The only things moving were the tears rolling down your face slowly before Ubbe pulled down the gun, growling infuriated.

"You fucking bitch!"

"Stop it, Ubbe. Please!" Hvitserk asked, holding his brother's shoulders.

"She fucked you, Hvitserk..."

"She also cleaned me," Hvitserk answered, and his greens looked at you. "I wanna hear why she's here and what does she has to say."

"That would be wise... After all, she knows enough for me to like the idea of having her here, under our eyes," Björn completed and you embraced yourself, still feeling nervous.

"Come up," Hvitserk said.

And the brothers guided you to the apartment you knew so well now. It was kinda messy - the cops messed out everywhere - but was still the place you got used to living in.

You took a seat at the table. Hvitserk sat in front of you while Björn was pouring some bourbon for him and Ubbe sat at the window. One hand holding the lighted cigarette. The other holding the gun, moving it, messing with it with his thumb, nervous.

He wanted to fulfill his word and put a bullet through your head, you knew that. But Hvitserk was calmer than him now.

He accepted the cup his elder brother poured for him and looked at you. You knew he was waiting for you to start talking but somehow your throat managed to close more and more until Ubbe's voice echoed, completely annoyed from the window.

"We don't have the whole day, girl! My brother may be calm, but I'm not and you ran me out of patience! Fucking speak!"

"Calm down, Ubbe..." Björn advised, but you took a deep breath, trying to speak.

"He's right... I... I'm sorry," you looked at Hvitserk. "I lied to you."

Gods, it would hurt. To speak about everything wouldn't be easier, but you were feeling even more stupid now: the guilt of lying was what was hurting you the most.

"So, you were working with the cops since the beginning, is that it?" Hvitserk answered and you shook your head.

"No. It's kinda... It's a bigger mess," you tried to find a way to start and Ubbe growled once again.

"So fucking explain it!"

"Ubbe, for fuck's sake, let the girl speak," Björn insisted. "Come. Let's take a walk."

"I'm not..." Ubbe tried, but Björn insisted.

"You won't make any difference here, Ubbe. And we are not the ones who deserve the truth in this situation. Both of them committed mistakes and this is not on us anymore. This is about Hvitserk and her. We have nothing to do with it anymore. Let us take a walk for you to finish this shitty smoker and give them a break ok? Come on."

Clearly against his will, Ubbe left with Björn and you lowered your head, sighing.

"This will be one of the hardest things I ever did in my life so, please, listen to everything ok?" you asked.

Hvitserk just nodded, sipping from his cup.

As much as you wanted to speak, he wanted to hear. So, he remained silent while you were explaining everything.

"I'm not Mary Ann Watson. This name... This life you knew... This is all a lie that was invented when I was six years old," you started speaking slowly. "My real name is Y/N. Y/N Horiksðóttir and yes," you said when he gasped with his drink before he could ask "I'm speaking about the Horik you're thinking. The one your father killed years ago."

"So... You're... Shit... Is this..." Hvitserk tried to make a sentence, gasping with his words, but you looked at him with teary eyes, insisting on the same ask.

"Please, listen. This has nothing to do with my father, vengeance or anything stupid like this. If there is someone grateful for that bastard's death this one is me. When I was six years old, I watched as he strangled my mother to death, hidden in a locker of our living room."

Your throat closed a little more and his face twisted in a surprised and shocked expression. You tried to move forward. To speak about that was as much terrible as it was to live that horrible scene. But you had to do it.

For the child in your belly at least.

"His men weren't able to find me because my mom hid me on a piece of furniture where the locker was a part of the design, almost a secret door only the ones who knew that piece could open. To the others, it was just a stupid piece of decoration. Even then, I heard when he told his men to leave me there to starve to death. And it would happen if mother didn't have told me what to do if a thing like that happened. I cried for days over her body, begging she would breathe, move, wake up and tell me it was a terrible nightmare, anything. But... It never happened. I fled, asked for help from the right people mother told me to search for and I ended up at the police station, sitting in front of officer Aethelwulf's desk, waiting for a whole new identity he carelessly chose for me in the Witnesses Protection Program. From that day on, I started living as Mary Ann Watson and this whole thing became an obscure past I had to keep for myself until your father killed that bastard I once called my dad."

Hvitserk was livid. His eyes were staring at you almost glassy in shock.

It could explain so many things!

But instead of letting his own brain think by itself, he focused on what you were saying, giving your story all the attention you needed and it kinda made it easier for you as you continued telling him about everything.

"When you first entered that store, I never thought you could be a son of Ragnar... I didn't connect your name to the person. I just thought you had the most beautiful smile I ever saw and for the first time of my life, I wanted to tell the truth about myself to someone that wasn't my bathroom mirror. But then everything happened and... Ubbe was so nervous... And also, you were so afraid of me... I didn't want you to think I was trying to come near for avenging that bastard or trying to take anything from his piece of what's now yours. I don't care about it... I was just... I swear I never wanted this to happen..."

Your words lost connection and you felt yourself breaking slowly as the tears started to become thicker.

"I really fell in love for you and this lie was suffocating me. So, when I discovered I was really pregnant with your child, I came home decided to sit and tell you the whole story, but somehow Aethelwulf followed me here. He's obsessed by finding out about your family... I swear I didn't tell him anything. I swear it wasn't my fault, Hvitserk, I swear... I swear..."

Finally, you broke down, crying helplessly in front of him. You loved him so badly, so madly deep! How could you let things get to that point?

But you felt his hand touching your shoulder softly, lifting your chin up before his forehead touched yours, gently.

"Calm down... It won't make any good for our baby."

His other hand touched your face and you felt his thumbs caressing your cheeks that way you loved so hard to feel.

"I got it. Please don't blame yourself this way. We started the worst way we could start and I'm also guilty of this whole situation. It was a bunch of successive mishaps that led us to this point... Look..."

His fingers kept caressing your face, softly wiping your tears that were rolling down freely now.

"We start it wrong... But... We gonna have a child together. We are something, I can feel you're not lying so as I never lied when I said I love you. So, let us start over, from the beginning, uh? From the first "nice to meet you". Let us rebuild this story without kidnaps or lies, masks or fears."

His eyes faced yours and he sighed, nuzzling your nose with his.

"I'm Hvitserk Ragnarsson, I'm a drug dealer trying to stop and change his life, I'm a bastard almost all the time, but I'm a nice guy, princess. And I really want this to happen. I really want things to go right for us," he said, softly.

And you lifted your hand to touch his face, caressing it the same sweet way he was doing to your skin.

"I'm Y/N Horiksðóttir... And I love you, Hvitserk," you said, leaning forward to kiss his lips deeply, desperately, urgent; being received with the same urgency by his arms that hugged you tight, his lips that answered your kiss with the same hunger and relief you had.

When the kiss was over, he pulled you to his lap and spent a long moment just feeling your face against his, nuzzling his nose against yours and caressing your hair with his fingers. Then, you felt one of his hands sliding down and touching your belly, gently.

"This..." he mumbled, speaking about the child still hidden into your flat belly. "This is a childish dream."

His fingers caressed your lower belly, sliding slowly on your skin, softly. You touched his hand and he interlocked his fingers with yours, smiling sweetly.

"I'll make a different world for our child. He won't be like any of us. Or she..." he giggled, "Maybe a princess, like you. A boy, a girl, it doesn't matter. I'll make a happy life for our child, a proper home, I'll be a good father."

You caressed his face, lifting his chin so he could look at you. Your lips were curved in a loving smile.

"I have no doubt of this."

Both of you were safe in his arms and you knew that. You could feel it in your heart.

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seasonal changes.

you can infer most of the plot by this little excerpt. it's a sneak peek to something i'm writing!

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Intrepid oculars leered ahead, catching brief sight of the flurries surrounding and encompassing the male's relatively diminutive-statured build. A soft, yet disgruntled suspire is exhaled from parted margins, the breath transmuting into mere steam in the frost-bitten air. Shaky palms momentarily appear out of denim pockets, maneuvering around to then place a singular nicotine-filled cigarette between his index digit and middle finger, his left thumb configuring his lighter before setting the cig' aflame.

“Gavin, you'll show signs of hypothermia if you stay out here much longer,“ His shitty partner comments, slamming the vehicle's door behind him before meandering close to the human. Gavin merely scoffs, his lips wrapping around the delicious cancer stick, inhaling and feeling the burning smoke go deep into his lungs. Exhale.

Cue a snicker emitted from the short-statured male. “Maybe that's the point, tin-can.“

“Are you remarking or hinting at possible suicidal tendencies?“ The android tilts its cranium to the side in a curious manner. “If so, then I am oblogated to report it to Captain Fowl--“

“Nah, nah, geez. Calm yer tits, wires. I'm not Hank. Just a comment, y'know?“ Gavin can't help but roll his hues in irritation at the thing; it can't even tell the difference between sarcasm and actual statements. For a machine that was supposed to be extremely intelligent, it wasn't street smart. “Looks like Christmas came early this year, eh?“

Gavin's cerulean irises breeze over the area below him, glancing over the cliff to see the numerous amounts of Thirium splattered around the perimeter, easily detectible due to the snow. “An android bloodbath, who woulda thought?“

Though it was quick, Gavin notices the android's LED spin a bright red hue before switching back to yellow. Peculiar.

Silence between the two. Gavin feels the need to speak, and fill the air with something besides the snow around them. And so, he does.

“Y'know, snow reminds me of my family. We'd always go 'round the block to the house with the biggest hill,“ Another puff of smoke in-between sentences. Gavin has a brief internal query that the machine isn't listening, and a look to his right shows that its head, in fact, was reared towards him in a listening manner. Good. “Then, we'd use those lil' pans that you make cookies on---you know what I'm talking about?--and sit on them, sliding down the hill on the snow. We'd even have races. I'd win that shit all the time. My big bro wouldn't even try, but he made it seem like he was trying, y'know? Like, just for my sake. The good ol' day--“

“You never speak about your siblings. May I ask why?“

The male turns to it, his eyebrows furrowed both with confusion and frustration. He wasn't expecting the android to be... curious about his life. Probably just to gain more information about him. Oh well. Gavin's arms wrap around himself, his arms covered in goosebumps rising upon his skin as he struggles to ignore the cold.

“I, uh,“ Gavin struggles to recover from his ephemeral bewilderment, his free hand scratching the back of his neck, “well, my bro kinda... disappeared a while back? Sort of. I do have a lil' sister, though. Her name is Charlotte. She's in her teens now, I think--- the little phckin' gremlin...“

If Gavin was paying much attention, he would have caught the corners of the android's lips curling upwards slightly, in a soft smile.

Though, occuring right after that small action, Gavin is looking off to his left, and all he feels is a sudden weight on his shoulders. He almost jumps at it, before his optics glance at his body to examine it quickly--- oh. It's the android's jacket. It practically swallows him.

“You were shivering, Detective.“

Gavin began discerning and identifying a feeling of warmth spreading across his cheeks, possibly coating it with a faint tint of rose. Internally, he hopes that the machine won't notice his little spat of embarrassment there, and that his cheeks are only blushing from the cold. His free hand grips one side of the open jacket, pulling it closer to himself. He murmurs a soft thanks, huffing angrily afterwards.

The android chuckles. Gavin doesn't notice.

Again, silence. Though, not an uncomfortable one. Gavin fiddles with the jacket as he smokes his cigarette, pondering internally why the scent radiating off of the piece of clothing is actually appealing. Do androids have a naturally nice smell to them, or is it just Gavin's imagination?

His hues wander, glancing towards the android and feeling his cheeks grow even warmer than before.

The machine wore a black turtleneck, the sleeves rolled upwards to its elbows with its arms crossed in front of its chest, instead of located behind its back. This is the moment that Gavin notices that Nines has a graceful energy to it, almost exquisite. Handsome, even. And, in the descriptive words of Gavin's mind--- hot. Perhaps, for a mere moment in time, he considers the android on the same level as himself, instead of below him--- to say that simply, he considered Nines to be a human just like himself; before quickly shooing that internal idea away, hiding his face in the jacket.

If Nines was a human, Gavin would definitely have a crush on him.

The silence isn't comfortable anymore, and Gavin knows that it can tell, and it will speak to him soon. He's unsure if he wants the thing to speak, or just leave him to the silence. He'd rather suffer in silence at thoughts of a human version of Nines' being his boyfriend.

“Can you elaborate on your brother?“

Dammit.

Now, his right brow twitches with... anger, it seems. Gavin doesn't like to speak about his brother, save for the nice memories he has stored in his thoughts--- deep in the back of his mind. “He was cool while he lasted.“ So was the silence. He misses that.

Considering the fact that this is probably the longest amount of time between the two of them that they haven't begun a fight, Gavin tries to switch the topic--- change the subject to save this conversation and leave it on a good note.

“So, question for ya; do you think of Connor as your older brother? I mean, you're an updated model of him, right? So, technically...“ The human shrugged his shoulders, taking another quick inhale of his cigarette. Gavin wasn't expecting to be talking about feelings or anything, but here they are.

The RK900 unit emits a sigh, its head turning ahead to look outward amongst the city, its arms now behind its back. “I simply view the RK800 model as inferior to me, that is what I was programmed to do.“

Gavin denies the jolt in his chest--- pretending it never happened. The way the android spoke suddenly appealed to him in a different way, now.

“Well, how'd ya feel when you saw it get shut down, huh?“

The LED spins red. “Pardon?“

“You heard what I said, plastic prick. How'd ya feel? You sure you didn't feel a sort of connection to it, or a feeling of something? Or how do you feel when you look down at those android bodies down there? Do you feel shitty, like you might throw up but you can't because you're a machine? Huh?“ Gavin seemed to be interrogating it. “Look down there and tell me you feel nothing.“

Of course, Gavin trying to ignore his own feelings to try and push it onto something else; that emotion usually resulting in anger directed towards someone or something.

The android, surprisingly, follows the instructions, its oculars gazing down at the piles of bodies strewn on top of each other--- just for being deviants. While its LED spins red, it says nothing in return, for moments.

The air is thick between them.

Then.

“I am a machine, Gavin.“

So much for leaving the conversation on a good note.

Gavin lets out a scoff, his fingers releasing the rest of the cigarette before the sole of his boot steps on it, the cancer stick dissolving and disappearing amongst the icy sleet.

“C'mon, Nines. Let's get outta here.“

The scruffy male makes his way to the vehicle, while the RK900 waits, seeming to ponder as it looks down at the city. Brows are knitted together in evident slight frustration and contemplation.

“You comin', or what?“

“Yes, Gavin.“

He doesn't make note of the android calling him by his first name for the first time, and he doesn't make note of the sudden change in Nines' voice. Anyone just introduced to the RK900 unit wouldn't have noticed it, but Gavin does. That voicebox had some emotion in it.

He doesn't comment on how Nines never specifically told Gavin, "I feel nothing" whilst looking upon the corpses of its own kind.

He stays silent, much like the winter night.