#❝ take it from old sally two-shoes‚ kid ❞「 in character 」

[troublewithvampires]

"Happy fuckin' Valentine's day; you're all fuckin' annoying." Salvatore takes a long drag from his cigarette and rolls his eyes.

[troublewithvampires-a]

@rejectshumanity continued from here: [x]

Salvatore internally curses the height difference between himself and Dio as he pins the taller vampire to the wall. He's under no illusions that Dio is actually restrained right now, that the only reason he's able to pin him is because Dio is allowing it, and the thought pisses Salvatore off further.

"You never do shut your fuckin' trap, do ya'?" he snarls, willing himself not to rise to the bait. Dio's sultry words and the low purr that escapes him will not make Salvatore falter, not this time. "Talkin', talkin', talkin', that's all you fuckin' do.

"What do I gotta do to shut you up?" Salvatore sneers, baring his own teeth up at Dio. "Just for five fuckin' minutes." As he speaks, he unconsciously glances down at Dio's lips, at the smug, toothy grin directed at him.

[bakugouswifereal]

Sally face character head cannons

Sal fisher

Sal loves Radiohead and has a collection of cds.

His dad is too busy to make him dinner most nights so he eats microwaveable meals.

His guitar was falling apart before Tod fixed it up, it was held together duct tape.

Gizmos sticker collection is so big that it can cover a wall in sals room.

Sal loves to paint his nails black or red and has a collection of old nail polishes from his mum.

Larry Johnson

Larry’s paint collection has been rotting under his bed for years, he refuses to buy new ones because it’s ’bad for the earth’.

He can secretly skateboard and has his old skateboard up in the treehouse.

He has a collection of random trinkets he found or stole. He keeps them on his shelf or in a basket in the treehouse.

Every night his mum and him cook dinner and watch old cartoons together.

He has a job at a café in town and spends his money on new sanity falls merch.

Tod Morison

Tod can’t take Lary seriously ever. He just ends up laughing whenever Lary tries to be serious.

He used to spend his days building dismantling household objects as a kid.

When Tod was a kid he would sit with his teacher during lunch and talk about how he could build things.

He never had friends as a kid and would always be stuck inside watching detective shows.

When he finally met Neil he was very surprised that someone was interested in him romantically and cried out of happiness.

Ashley cambell

She only owns the clothes she wears all the time and two pairs of Pajamas. She doesn’t wear other clothes.

She listens to 2000’s skater punk rock music and has lots of mixed cds full of that type of music.

When she paints her nails she paints them over and over until they are absolute perfect.

Her shoe collection is just air forces and vans nothing else.

Her parents work a lot and can’t take care of her brother or her so she’s stuck looking after him most days.

[knyontop]

im in my creepypasta phase right now and my demon slayer phase >:) and I made this little characters who are like 12-14 and their silly little twins who fight or kill in a double like daki and gyutaro! And I was wondering if you could just do silly little HCs of Slender,ben,Jeff,masky,and hoodie reacting to the twins pranking everyone in the manor and they catch them?>:3

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I will do F!Reader and M!Reader for this!!^^ sorry to

NB people!☹️☹️💕

Creepypasta x M!Teen!Reader and F!Teen!Reader

Ft: Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Ben drowned, Jeff the killer, and F!reader

And M!Reader.

Slenderman:

・He is impressed withboth of your skills, and you both intrigue him.

・But when you all do your pranks his dad side comes out.

・He gets your both dumb teens but this dude is a grumpy old man.

・He might chuckle a little bit, some of the pranks you both pull are amusing.

・But he has to be a party pooper.. sorry kids!

・He finally caught you both in the act and he actually found this one an interesting one..

・You both some how managed to steal Bens hat and try to hide it in his office. 😭

・But he knows how special Bens hat is to him and you both know it to! But your both kids

So he just scolds you both and makes you two apologize to ben and give it back.

・And as for punishment you both had to have a sleepover with LJ.. (I hate that clown sm)

“Children, why do you do these things?”

Masky/Tim:

・Same with Slender on the prank stuff, he finds some of them funny but also finds

Them annoying at times😭

・I mean hes a grumpy old man who wants to get his work done so Ig it makes sense-?

・Still hes a partypooper. >:/

・So he caught you both putting hello kitty stickers on his mask when he went out to smoke..

・He was amused but also annoyed.

・He kinda had to take a second to process everything.

・When he realized what you guys where doing he sighed and was like “Really?”

・He took you both to slender and let him deal with you guys because he was to tired to

Deal with you two.

・He already deals with you both half of the time give the poor guy a break😭

“Are you two serious?” He sighed. “Lets go to slender..”

Hoodie/Brain:

・He doesn’t really care THAT much. That much.

・But sometimes he can get frustrated with you two.

・Hes found some of them funny, like he might have actually laughed. Unlike Masky/Tim.

・But he likes to make things quick and you both make that hard.

・He was going to go and grab his gun for a mission but he found you both replacing the bullets with..

Blueberrys..?

・He was standing there like:🧍🏻‍♂️

・He then snatched the gun away from you both and said “This is not a toy.” In a low kinda deep

Voice.

・He then turned to F!Y/N and was like “I thought you where smarter then your brother.”

・ANYWHOOOOO

・He kept your prank a secret but gave you both a little lecture.

・Hes like the cool uncle.

“You both stay out of my stuff, there not toys, but pretty cool prank.”

Jeff:

・Hes one of the ones who find your pranks hilarious.

・Like when he saw Maskys mask with a whole bunch of hello kitty stickers on

It he died.

・He ruffled yalls hair and was like “Good job kiddos!”

・BUTTTTT

・All of that changes when hes the one getting pranked.

・There was a time where you both put some of sallys pink clothes with

His WHITE hoodie in the washer. He did not find this one funny.

・He was mad because he has an attachment to his hoodie,kinda like how Ben is attached to his hat.

・One time he walked into Toby’s room to tell him that he has to go on a mission and he saw yall tying his shoes together he had to hold in his laugh and he gave yall a thumbs up and left the room.

・He covered for both of you!

“Yeah no it wasn’t the two brats.”

Ben:

・He also finds both of yalls pranks funny as shit.

・I mean how could he not?

・He was impressed with the jeff hoodie thing, like how are you guys even alive?

・And he doesn’t really care THAT much if you guys prank him.

・Except the time when you guys came to the mansion and didn’t know that

Hated and had a fear of water.

・You both dunked a whole bunch of water over his head.

・HE WAS PISSEDDD

・That made you both have a rocky start with him, buttt he knows that you two are just kids

So he lets it slide.

・He isolates himself for sometime, you both felt bad so you went to try and

Talk to him, surprisingly he answered. He heard you both out and he sighed.

・Then some time goes bye, you both are good with him! But he walked in on you guys trying to

Do something with his GAMES!?

・He wasn’t mad just scared of what was going to happen to his games.

・He goes like “What are you guys doing!?” And startles you both so you drop them.

・He screeches like a little girl and then makes sure there ok.

・There ok, thankfully. He then looks down at both of you for some reason hes not mad..

He ruffles both of your hairs then shoves you both out of his room and then says,

“If I catch you guys messing with my games again You might meet with a terrible fate.”

・Ofc he was joking! (or was he)

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SORRY IF THERES ANY MISTAKESS!! (◞‸◟)

[troublewithvampires-a]

Salvatore finds himself silently waiting for the cab driver to call him out, to say something about the obviously inhuman passenger he's picked up. The questioning doesn't come, though, and he relaxes ever so slightly. He isn't so stupid as to assume the other somehow hasn't noticed his pointed ears, jagged teeth, or blood-red eyes, but at least the man isn't panicking.

Because Salvatore knows he very likely wouldn't react well if the cab driver panicked--the nonchalance is better for them both.

Thankfully, the driver is unbothered by Salvatore's vague directions and begins driving, and the vampire relaxes further against the seats. He's sure that the drying blood splattered all over him is going to leave a nasty stain, but he can't find it in himself to care. After all, the driver still let him in.

Thinking about the blood makes something deep in Salvatore's gut clench and he licks his lips unconsciously. Feeding for the first time in almost ten years has left him feeling strange, in a way he doesn't think he can quite put into words. He doesn't feel satisfied, that's for fucking sure, but he feels... different. Not necessarily better, but different.

It's then that the cab driver speaks again, glancing at him through the rear view mirror, and Salvatore remembers that this is a transaction. The cab driver isn't here to give him an escape for free--he's providing a service, and Salvatore almost feels dumb for momentarily forgetting that. He pushes that to the side rather quickly, though, and nods as he sits up and starts rifling through the pockets of his stolen suit.

Salvatore knows that Victor pays his goons well--it's half the reason most of them stick around, aside from all the blackmail. However, there's no guarantee that the guard he slaughtered has anything on him.

Luckily, after a bit of searching, Salvatore finds a worn, leather wallet in one of the pockets. Immediately, he pulls it out and opens it. There are a few cards that he ignores, including the guard's ID, focusing instead on the crumpled handful of bills. As the cab driver continues, Salvatore quickly counts the cash, trying to do the math in his head to figure out how far this will take him. Very quickly, he gives up on that--he's never been much of a math guy, and he doesn't know how much cab fare is nowadays.

So, instead, he looks up and meets the driver's eyes. At the very least, the driver doesn't seem afraid of him, which is nice. "Forty-five dollars," he rasps. "I have forty-five dollars. Take me however far that gets me--you can have all of it, I don't fuckin' care."

Part of Salvatore is tempted to use his power to compel the driver into taking him further, but he restrains himself. He doesn't need to draw any more attention to himself than necessary, and he's not even sure if it'd work here anyhow. Better to just pay the driver and go from there.

Jarod does start to take in more of his passenger’s less than human features now that the two of them are off—the long pointed ears, the teeth in his manic smile, the blood red eyes. He is big into cheesy, over-the-top horror movies, so he knows all the telltale signs of a vampire when he sees one. He would be tempted to write it off as some kind of joke or costume, but the problem is that it is nowhere close to Halloween. It could still be a prank or some publicity stunt for some movie, and that is the simplest explanation, one that doesn’t force him to acknowledge the fact that vampires exist, so that is the one he is rolling with for now.

As such, he is not very concerned over the possibility of being eaten. And even if vampires were real, Jarod has kind of a strange relationship with his own existence, anyway, one that might still see him staring down the possibility of becoming food with a great sense of apathy.

He remains blissfully unaware of the fact that an entire zoo worth of supernatural creatures has gotten loose and is now running amuck all over the city, but he is sure to see it on The Sonya Show later tonight.

Jarod realizes that he should focus on the road and not keep looking at his bizarre vampiric passenger through the rearview mirror, so he turns back to the road. “Anywhere it is,” he says. This is not the first time he has been requested to go ‘anywhere,’ nor will it probably be the last. He has picked up a lot of people who are just trying to get away from things, and they tell him to just drive, and he does without any questions asked. Some of them are sometimes surprised at the fares and try to kick up a fuss about it, but he just tells them that it is what they asked for, and they had to have known that the more miles they rack up, the more they’re going to have to pay. Gas isn’t cheap anymore, not like it was when he started this business almost thirty years ago.

He does want to get the full fare, though. It doesn’t really do him a lot of good to drive somebody out into the middle of the desert only to find out that they’ve got nothing with which to pay him. He has shot somebody for that before, but it wasn’t as satisfying as having the money to pay for the gas back into town would have been. So, he figures he ought to let this guy know what he is getting into ahead of time before he ends up at the end of a long stretch of road and is only able to collect half of his fare because some idiot thought that the chump change they had in their wallet would get them much farther than it actually would.

“How much ya got on you?” he asks, gaze flickering momentarily to the rearview again. “Because that does make a difference and determines exactly how far I can get you.” As much as he has talked himself into believing that all of the blood is just for fun, if it is real, then he is not sure how much money the guy really has on him. Unless he got all of that gore on him as part of a robbery gone wrong or something.

[troublewithvampires]

Salvatore's head is ringing and his cheek still stings, despite the wounds from Dio's claws having healed already. He has no lasting injuries, so he shouldn't still be in pain. He's fine.

Even not saying the words out loud, they sound and taste hollow. But he swallows them regardless.

It's been a long time since he felt this pathetic, this helpless, to do anything to protect himself.

Salvatore's hand shakes ever so slightly as he holds his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag. He keeps his eyes up, looking up at the stars with tense shoulders.

At least there aren't too many clouds tonight.

(in reference to: [x]) / @rejectshumanity

[troublewithvampires-a]

Anonymous said: I have an assumption!!!!!!! You sparkle in the sunlight <3 ;* Mwah!!

(make some assumptions about this bitch - open)

Salvatore stares for a long moment, processing the question as his expression darkens into a frown. He isn't angry, but he clearly isn't pleased.

"... Are you fuckin' stupid?" He lets the question hang in the air for a moment before he continues. "Because that's one of the dumbest fuckin' things I've heard in a long goddamn while. I don't even know where to start with you, and I think it'd be a waste of fuckin' breath to try and correct you."

His upper lip curls back in a sneer, showing his pointed fangs. "Don't talk to me again or I'll snap your goddamn neck."

[troublewithvampires]

@rejectshumanity said: NOTE 👀

(notes for ur muse)

"So I've been reading up on this Cunt Kunt Kant guy. I think yo I think he has a stupid fuckin name. and he's stupid. all of these philosof philoz philosopher dipshits are stupid. Why do you like reading about boring old jackasses who sit around and talk bullshit all day? anyone could come up with this shit. You're better th This is fucking stupid. If you wanna be sound smarter than everyone stop talkin about a dude named cunt all the time. You're better than th" [the rest of the note is furiously scribbled out]

[troublewithvampires]

@oceanoecielo said: 💗 //wight on his wittle nosey wosey :3

(smooch his scars - open)

Salvatore has been lost in the science textbook open on the table before him for nearly ten minutes now, devouring every word on the page with a voraciousness he hasn't felt in a long time. Even if half the words on the page are nonsense to him, he doesn't mind the challenge in the slightest, a small, toothy smile spread across his face as he digs in.

It's incredible how much more the world has learned about space and the stars since he was thrown in a hole--every day he learns something new, and it's fucking amazing. There's just so much to learn, and he's more than happy to devour every morsel of knowledge that comes his way.

As absorbed in his reading as he is, Salvatore almost misses when Simon sits down across from him. Almost. As it stands, though, he nods in acknowledgment to the older man and offers him a brief smile before turning back to his book.

After a moment, Salvatore looks up at Simon, excited little grin still in place as he gestures with one clawed finger to the textbook before him.

"Have you seen some of the pictures that Hubble telescope shit got?" he asks. "Shit's fuckin' amazing. There's so much out there that most of us wouldn't ever get to see otherwise, and then this fuckin' telescope that some eggheads threw into space can take pictures and show 'em to us anyway." The awe in his voice is palpable as he looks down at the page again.

In the lull between his delighted ramblings, Salvatore doesn't notice Simon leaning forward until a few seconds too late, when he feels a pair of soft lips brush against the scars on his nose. Immediately, he's startled out of the haze of new information and looks up at the old man with wide eyes, his ears pinning back.

"Wh-" he splutters like an idiot. "What the fuck was that for?" Perhaps he should be upset by the sudden unprompted affection, but he's more just surprised than anything. All things considered, it wasn't unpleasant, but it was shocking nonetheless. "Jesus, you old fuck, haven't you learned about personal space by now?" The words have no real bite to them, no heat, as Salvatore struggles to school his expression into something more angry. It doesn't work.

[troublewithvampires-a]

Perhaps the other man has a point, really, about Salvatore being insecure. Really, what other reason could he have for wanting his snide comment to actually offend the other, when clearly it isn’t having the desired effect? He doesn’t think he’s particularly invested in this conversation with this complete stranger, and yet he keeps engaging. Shit.

Instead of responding to the man’s self-satisfied confirmation, Salvatore just hums and takes a swig from his drink. As he does, his gaze lazily drifts around the bar, scanning over the people around him. It’s more a habit than anything at this point, as he knows how unlikely it is that anyone here could actually pose any meaningful threat to him. However, he also knows how likely it is that Victor has people planted here--people that Salvatore can use to find that slimy snake in the grass.

When the man speaks again, Salvatore’s gaze flits back to him, taking in the easy smile on his face and the clear confidence in his posture. It all makes something undefinable and ugly twist uncomfortably deep in the vampire’s gut, though he’s careful not to show any of that on his face. Instead, he keeps his easy, unaffected smile firmly in place, even if it’s perhaps a bit strained.

Fuck, maybe he is just insecure and lashing out. Sure, in the years since his release, Salvatore knows he’s managed to regain some of the looks he had before his vampirism. Not all of them, but he knows he’s far from ugly, all things considered. Maybe he was never any sort of dreamboat or anything like that, but it’s not like that matters. It’s not something he cares about.

Abruptly, Salvatore realizes how much thought he’s putting into something that supposedly doesn’t matter to him, and he shakes his head as if to clear it, biting back a growl. Who fucking cares how this literal stranger chooses to dress? It doesn’t matter, and it doesn’t say anything about Salvatore that he’s still fucking thinking about it.

“Maybe we were both wrong, then,” he says without thinking, taking another drink and looking away. It occurs to him belatedly that he essentially just confirmed the other’s assumption, and he curses internally. Still, backing down or taking it back would only make him look like a moron, so he doesn’t do either. Instead, he adds, “Suppose what they say about judgin’ a book by its cover has some truth to it--I thought you might have more shame than to parade yourself around like a cheap whore trying a bit too fuckin’ hard, and you thought I’d mind my business.”

He’s not expecting the insult to land, but even pointlessly lashing out is better than admitting the other might be right about him. Because this stranger doesn’t fucking know anything about Salvatore.

A moment passes, and he speaks up again as he glances the man’s way again, his smile a little strained now. “Mm, actually, I take that last part back. I’ve known plenty of whores in my life, and it’d just be unfair to compare ya’ to ‘em.” A humorless chuckle escapes him and he looks back at his drink. “At least they had enough sense to know when they ain’t wanted somewhere.”

As he takes another drink, Salvatore lifts his free hand to make a dismissive shooing gesture at the man. He doesn’t even look the other’s way again as he sets his drink down, instead continuing to look around the bar for any vaguely familiar faces.

“Do us both a favor, Stilts, and fuck off,” he says, voice tighter than he means it to be. “Go find yourself a man looking for someone like you to suck his cock while he blubbers to you about his ex-wife or whatever the fuck else. Like I said, you've got plenty of options in a shithole like this.”

It is not that the Onceler is a particularly difficult man to offend. His pride makes him find insult in most things, really. Insults or compliments, depending on what kind of mood he is in. But typically, his appearance is one of those things in which he has enough confidence to remain unflappable. He knows that he is pretty and always has been, with his soft dark hair, dazzling blue eyes, and long and graceful limbs. He has adorable freckles, which he knows make people want to pepper his face in kisses, hence why he redraws them when his foundation covers them up. There is also a lot of power in the way in which he carries himself, a quality that almost makes him look better in motion than he does sitting still.

That is why he doesn’t take a lot of offense to remarks about his clothing (most of the time). He realizes that most people aren’t very adventurous when it comes to style. But why should it matter what he wears when he would exude appeal in a burlap sack? Why, also, should it matter that people find him tacky when his whole outfit combined costs more money than they will probably see in three to six months? And that is a generous estimate.

The other man’s expression gives away the fact that he does not mean his remark about the Onceler not caring about the opinions of others as a compliment. But the Onceler is already in a decent mood, made even better by the drink in his hand, so his pride swings more towards finding praise than insults tonight. “Right!” he says, a very self-satisfied look on his face. “That’s the key to happiness, isn’t it? To do whatever you want, regardless of what other people have to say about it?”

He has approached his entire life that way, especially when it comes to his business. The Lorax keeps barging in to tell him to ‘stop’ and ‘think of the consequences’ and whatever else. But the Onceler just ignores him because what valuable business advice could he possibly have to dispense?

“You know, I didn’t take you to be the kind of person to care much about what other people think, either, but maybe I was wrong.” After all, a lot of people who attack others on the basis of something like clothing do so out of a place of insecurity. They can’t bear to see someone who has more confidence than they do, who isn’t afraid to think outside the box and try new things other than what is conventional and expected.

The man probably thinks that he is being insulting with the ‘floozy’ remark as well, but really, it makes the Onceler giggle. He may not be stupid, but he can act it well enough. And he likes being called mean names by partners. “Good,” he says. “I do like having options.” This guy, of course, has kind of already lost the Onceler’s interest, if he ever had it, just by being insecure and boring. “So, there’s nothing I need to worry about, is there?”

[cjsinkythoughts]

Ocean Eyes, Cherry Lips, Ivory Keys

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2747

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of alcohol, I think that’s all

A/N: This is a headcanon I’ve had for a while that I’ve been wanting to write about 40s!Bucky, pre-War. I kinda want to write a series about it, so that might happen. For now, enjoy this little tidbit I’ve written, with the prompt of Occasion for HBC’s Lucky in Love Day 18! (This isn’t beta’d so please excuse mistakes.)

He’s something of a celebrity. A living legend. A God amongst humans. Starting as a kid in Brooklyn, his fanbase rapidly grew, expanding to Queens, Manhattan, even parts of New Jersey, just in the past few years.

You don’t get it. So what if he’s got cool blue eyes, soft chocolate hair, and a charming smile? Who cares if he’s got smooth moves and even smoother words? He’s just a man - a human being - with flaws just like everyone else. A talented and gorgeous man, who has all of New York wanting to fall to her knees to please him, but still just a man.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Most everyone knew his name, but there was a lot of mystery surrounding the actual character. 

You just don’t see what all the fuss is about. You’ve never personally met him, or even seen him, but you know people who have. Your friend’s cousin even claims to have danced with him once. Not that that would be hard. You hear he’s never danced with the same bird twice, and, considering most start dancing in their teenage years, that’s a lot of dames.

It’s not that you’re not curious about him - if he’s actually as dashing as they say - but you’re not about to stop your life for him like some of your friends. They’re obsessed with getting his attention. With seeing if they’d be the one. The one to finally chain him down and tame him. The one he’d go steady with.

It feels like that’s all you ever talk about anymore. It was amusing at first, but now it’s just getting annoying. It’s been three years since that day in March of 1938, when your roommate ran into your room, plopping down onto your bed, before ranting and raving about the new ocean eyed piano player at her favorite bar. And since then, he’s been in your life without actually being in your life.

Speaking of, here you are. Listening to Lucy, MaryAnne, and Jean gushing over the man, trying to enjoy your milkshake.

“I heard from Sally that Thomas said that he knew the brother of one of his friend’s in high school!”

“That can’t be true! I heard from Billy, who heard from Martha, who was told by Ben, that he only had, like, one friend in high school.”

“You’re kidding, right? There’s no way a man like that had only one friend.”

“I hear he does boxing and that’s why he’s got a body sculpted like a Greek God.”

“Oh my God! MaryAnne!”

You rub your temples, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as the three burst into fits of giggles. If you have to hear one more word about-

“I heard he’s going to be playing at Georgie’s on Friday!”

Gasps echoed around the table. “No way! Georgie’s?”

You raise an eyebrow, this actually intriguing you. Georgie’s is a popular little hole in the wall, on the edge of being a speakeasy, which doubles as a pub and a dance hall in Brooklyn. It’s one of the best hang outs for kids like you and your girls, but it isn’t very high class. Maybe that’s why it’s one of the best. “Isn’t Georgie’s a little…cheap for him? He’s been playing at the best bars and restaurants for a while now.”

“It’s a classic in Brooklyn. Near his home, probably.”

“Do you think he lives near there?!”

“Ooo! Maybe we could find out!’

You scoff. “That,” gesturing to Lucy with your glass, you take a sip of your milkshake. “Is called stalking, my friend.”

Jean waves towards you dismissively. “I think he lives near Tin Pan Alley. That’s where he plays the most, after all. Georgie’s was probably just an old hang out for him and his pals.”

“Wait, wait,” you shake your head, a thought popping into your head. You turn to Lucy, confused. “How’d you find out he’s playing at Georgie’s anyways? Isn’t part of his whole act not telling anyone where he’s playing?”

Giving you a smirk and a wink, Lucy shrugs. “I’ve got my connections.”

You roll your eyes again, turning your attention back to your milkshake. “So?!” MaryAnne squealed. “We’re going on Friday, right?”

“Hell yes!”

“Absolutely!”

“Not.” You mumble, causing the other three to stare at you incredulously.

“Not?!”

“I’m not wasting my Friday night going to see some fella you all have a crush on. Especially when he might not even be there.”

Your friends groan, exchanging glances. “And what’re you gonna do?” Jean crossed her arms with a pointed look on her face. “Sit down and read a book like you always do?”

You huff. “I like reading, sue me. I don’t get a lot of time to myself. You know that new girl’s been gumming up the works and I’ve had to stay late to fix her mistakes all week.”

“This is exactly what you need, then! Come out, have a drink, jive a little-”

You look up at that, an amused kind of smirk on your lips. “Jive? Me and my clumsy ass?”

You all laugh. “Okay, so maybe not dance, but c’mon! It’ll be snazzy, you’ll see!”

“Fine, fine.” Standing up with a sigh, you collect your things, smoothing down your dress with your hands. “I’ve gotta scram.”

“We’ll see you on Friday, right?”

You give a small smile, shooting them a wink. “I guess I can make it.”

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Friday comes a lot faster than you anticipate. You dress up; a navy blue dress going to your knees with white, heart shaped buttons and a bow around the waist. The shoes you’re wearing are your nice black and white Mary Janes. Lips painted deep red, and hair pinned back in loose curls, you glance over yourself in a mirror. You’ll admit; you look damn good. You don’t wanna go, but you might as well try to have some fun since you are.

It’s a cool evening, early May meaning the summer humidity hasn’t hit just yet. You didn’t even think about bringing a coat, but you start to regret the decision as you start walking. MaryAnne, who you actually room with, already left, being way too excited to stay put.

It doesn’t take you long - you live on the border of Queens and Brooklyn - but your feet are more sore than you’d like when you arrive.

“I knew you’d come!” Lucy grins, coming up besides you and linking her arm in yours. MaryAnne comes up on your other side and does the same to your free arm.

“Where’s Jean?”

“Where do you think? She already found a Joe to swing with.”

You laugh. “Of course she has! So is your dreamboat here?”

The grins that are immediately on their faces answer your question and they quickly drag you inside.

It’s hot and crowded and dim. Skirts with their beaus, guys with their broads, swinging and dancing to the lively music of the band on stage. Smoke from cigarettes, pipes, and cigars is evident in the air as they neared the bar portion of the building, mixing with the boisterous sound of laughter and chatter.

“Everyone’s talking about it! He’s here, but he hasn’t played yet. We’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of him, but we think he’s in a back room.” The dramatic sigh MaryAnne gives makes you laugh a little.

“Okay, khaki whackies. Let’s get a drink.”

You, just as you thought would happen tonight, are left alone at the bar by your friends who quickly found partners to dance with. A few men asked you, but you have never been a good dancer.

You’re lost in thought, running a finger gently around the rim of your cup, when a voice sounded besides you, pulling you out of your thoughts, a slight rasp to the otherwise mellifluous voice.

“You gonna drink that, doll, or just stare at it all night?”

You raise an eyebrow at the jest, turning your head, only to have your breath hitch. What a specimen. Ocean blue eyes, fluffy brown curls, cherry pink lips. A white dress shirt is pulled over his broad chest, gray dress pants hugging thick thighs, matching suit jacket across wide shoulders. He has a blue, black, and white plaid tie around his neck and you can see the edges of his blue suspenders under his blazer. He’s put together, but it’s nothing special, a normal Sunday best suit, that much you can tell.

“Uh, not all night.” You look back to the drink, before looking at the clock with a hum, tilting your head playfully. “Maybe another hour.”

He chuckles, gesturing for the bartender. “Tell me this, sweetheart. What is a beautiful dame like yourself doin’ drinking alone?”

“I’m not very good on my feet, I’m afraid.” You laugh nervously, taking a sip of your drink.

“Don’t come here often, then?”

“Only for special occasions.”

“What’s the special occasion this evenin’, sugar?”

You shrug. “My friends dragged me here. They’re practically in love with this guy who’s supposedly playing the piano tonight. James Barnes. Have you ever heard of him?”

He chuckles, a grin pulling his lips upwards. “Yeah. Yeah I’ve heard of ‘im. Not a big fan yourself?”

“I’m sure he’s fine. I just don’t understand the fascination with him. Let the man be.”

“I agree.” He hums with a nod, grabbing the glass of whiskey the bartender set in front of him. “I actually know him.”

“Really?” You look at him in interest.

He tilts his head with a smile towards you that makes you melt. “Yeah. He feels the same. He just likes playin’. That’s all. He didn’t want all the attention. He gets enough without that.”

You raise an eyebrow, finishing off your drink. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m Bucky by the way.”

You eye his hand, grabbing it after a second, letting him bring your knuckles to his lips. “Y/N.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, mama.” He shifts his body more towards you, running a hand through his hair. “You said you ain’t fond of dancin’?”

Shaking your head, you quickly defend yourself, “no, no. I like dancing. I’m just not very good. Got two left feet.”

He smirks, tongue poking out to run over those plump lips of his. “Well, with the right partner, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Are you asking me to dance, Bucky?”

“Not if you’re gonna say no.” He responds with a toothy grin, leaning his elbows on his knees.

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m afraid tonight’s not your night, pal. I just can’t seem to get myself in the mood.”

He hums, leaning back. “Is it the music? Too fast for you?”

“I wouldn’t mind if they slowed it down some, I suppose.”

He smiles cheekily. “I can help with that. Hold on.”

You grin at him, nodding. “I’ll be here.”

Watching him stand and make his way over to the stage, you quirk an eyebrow. He seems to know the band well, if the handshakes and the claps on the back have anything to say about it. He says something to the lead, who nods with a grin, shooting him a wink. Bucky laughs, but you can see a tint of pink dusting his cheeks, making you wonder what they were saying.

He makes his way back over as the band shifts tones, the animated swing changing to a slow jazzy number. Bucky beams at you, holding out his hand as he approaches. “Care to dance?”

You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes, but taking his hand anyways. “How’d you do that? Do you work here?’

“Uh…somethin’ like that.” He states vaguely, leading you to the dance floor with the other swaying couples. Pulling you as close as appropriate, his hands resting politely on your waist, he starts moving you side to side. 

“That’s not ominous.” You place your hands on his shoulders, following his lead as you stare at your feet.

He chuckles, hooking a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. “I’ve gotcha, doll. I won’t let you fall.”

“I’m going to step on your feet.” You explain.

“Nah. You’re doin’ great. You just need to get outta your head. Relax a little. Tell me something about yourself.”

You hum. “Like what?”

“Anything.”

“Uh, okay…I have a roommate who is one of the girls who begged me to come, I’m a secretary - I know, boring - and…I dunno. I like reading.”

His eyes lighten at this. “Reading? Whaddya like to read?”

“Different things. Depends on my mood. I’m re-reading The Hobbit for, like, the twentieth time right now.”

“I love The Hobbit.” Bucky grins, making you smile back. “I read it almost as soon as it came out.”

“Me too! I was planning on reading it tonight but,” you gesture around. “Here I am.”

Bucky lips pull up softly, his hold on your waist tightening ever so slightly as he pulls you closer. “Well, as much as I love that book, I’m glad you came out tonight.”

Giving him a little tease, you tap your chin thoughtfully. “Eh…I think I’d rather be at home.”

He pinches your side gently, making you squeal and squirm. “That hurt, sugar. That physically hurt me. C’mon, mama, your gonna say you aren’t havin’ a good time?”

“I just met you ten minutes ago.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you think we’re movin’ too fast, I won’t introduce you to my folks just yet.”

You laugh, blinking up at him. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Buck.”

The two of you rock for a little while longer, before the band stops, announcing they’re taking a break and a special guest is going to play a little something.

“Maybe James Barnes is here.” You say, a bit of intrigue lacing your tone, trying to see through the crowds of people who started gathering around the stage to catch a glimpse of the charming pianist. “I see why he would be over the attention.”

“Yeah.” Bucky sighs, almost sadly, giving you an apologetic look. “Listen, I’ve gotta go work for a bit, but I’ll be right back.”

You smirk. “So you do work here?”

“Um…kinda. You’ll see.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, but he’s kissing your knuckles and walking away. You frown, but can’t think more on it when three young women are on you, babbling about their dates.

“Who were you dancing with, Y/N? He was cute!”

You roll your eyes, feeling yourself heat up, and not because of the many bodies in the vicinity. “Just…some guy.”

“C’mon, c’mon! We’ve gotta get a good spot to actually see him!”

You huff, letting the drag you through the crowd, shoving their way towards the front just as a familiar deep voice spoke. 

“Thanks for comin’ out, everyone. I hope your havin’ a good night. Let’s get this hop started, yeah?”

Your eyes widen when you finally catch sight of the man sitting at the piano with a polite smile on his features. He catches your eye and shoots you a wink, before his fingers start flying over the keys. The beam that he gets while tickling the gleaming ivories, his azure eyes lighting up, and you can’t fight the smile you get. He looks so relaxed, so invigorated, that it makes you happy just watching him.

“Oh my God! Weren’t you dancing with him?!” Lucy shook your shoulder obnoxiously, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, mesmerized with the way he played like it’s the only thing he wanted to do with his life. Which, as you remember his words, ‘he just likes playin’. That’s all.’ you figure it is the only thing he wanted to do with his life.

You just danced with James Barnes…and he’s just as perfect as everyone says.

You’re still trying to wrap your head around it, your friends jumping around you, trying to get every little detail of him from you, when your heart skips a beat and your brain malfunctions. Bucky had started up another song, slower and more intimate, and he’s looking right at you. 

You find yourself doing something you never thought you would; you’re swooning over James Barnes, smiling like an idiot, heat blooming up your neck and flaming your face. And yes, he’s just a man - a human being - with flaws just like everyone else. But he’s a talented and gorgeous man, who has all of New York wanting to fall to her knees to please him.

And now that includes you.

[the-pjo-analyst]

Chapter 10 -  I Ruin a Perfectly Good Bus

Theme of the day: Foresight

Foresight can basically have two meanings: prudence or provision for the future, and being able to see the future. There was a bit of both in this chapter!

We get a look into what the trio packs for their quest, including items that Chiron/CHB provides. They get useful provisions like ambrosia and nectar for wounds, mortal cash and drachmas for all their regular and godly transactions. Percy has very few possessions with him at the camp, as was already mentioned when he moved to cabin 3, so he just has basic essentials. Annabeth has a cool hat and a wicked dagger, but also a book bc a girl’s gotta stay entertained somehow while stuck traveling with two boys across the country lol. Grover has his items to disguise himself as human, a reed pipe for his goat magic except he only knows two (2) songs, and lots of snacks for the long roadtrip. Although most of all this gets destroyed at the end of the chapter sjdkfhs. But just when you think Percy is going out their weaponless, he receives good old Riptide! Whoever enchanted her must’ve been like there’s a kid who’ll use this in the future who can’t keep pens on him for the life of him and they’re probably the realist person in this series. Did Percy a solid lol.

The Hermes shoes Luke gives to Percy, at face value, is foresight on Luke’s part. Seemingly, he wants them to help Percy in someway on his quest. I completely forgot about the shoes tbh, but they’re an important part of the plot later on lol, and a clue to who the traitor is. Because they’re programed to drag the wearer into Tartarus when they enter the underworld and deliver certain godly attributes to a certain Titan. So ig the shoes are Luke’s foresight, just not in the way we might initially expect. Although he definitely didn’t have the foresight that Percy wouldn’t be the one wearing the shoes lmao. Should’ve thought about how a son of Poseidon can’t take to the skies! I wonder if Luke’s awkwardness in wishing Percy good luck was bc he knew that he shouldn’t care, but did anyway. I’m not a Luke apologist in anyway, but he’s such a complicated character that he’s fascinating to analyze lol. And the way Percy admires him!! It’s so cute. Makes the betrayal so much more tragic ;A;

There’s lots of foreshadowing this chapter. Besides the shoes, Kronos is mentioned, Medusa is indirectly referenced, the hints with the Furies saying where is it, and Prometheus is also mentioned although he’s not officially introduced until book 5. I’ll even include the tourist that takes a picture of crazed Percy fleeing the bus in the list too lol. There might be others I missed.

Backtracking a little, I know Grover meant well when talking about Sally, but I wouldn’t tell someone that they should be grateful when a decision or action results in abuse in some way. Like yes, Sally having the foresight in keeping Percy around someone that could mask his demigod smell was a good thing in the long run, but they both suffered from it. I don’t blame Sally at all, because all she wanted was for her son to survive. And who knows what she herself had to deal with when Percy wasn’t around. Maybe he was around for the worse parts and it’s just not narrated. Maybe it wasn’t the best decision per se, but the other options were either Percy dying or Percy growing up without a father and a mother, so 🤷🏾‍♀️ Can you imagine how he would’ve felt if Sally just left him at camp as a small child. Like they still could’ve kept in contact but Percy probably wouldn’t feel good about it. We might’ve gotten a different story if that was the turn of events. There would be no blue in Percy’s life! Like.... what would Percy be without his obsession for the color blue??

Anywho, it’s late and I’m ranting 😂 I’ll end it with a pondering over what exactly Chiron heard in these prophecies he keeps mentioning 🤨

Small things:

I’ll never get over when we found out Riptide is a girl and the Sword of Summer proceeded to flirt with her lolol

I can’t tell whether Argus is winking at Percy for his pizza joke or charmed by the preteen flirting lol. The very first Percabeth shipper xD

Have I mentioned I love their banter lol

Once more, we get a glimpse into Percy’s extreme loyalty. He can never leave a friend behind 🥺

I had a realization that Hilary Duff’s “So Yesterday” only came out a few years before TLT did and I don’t think I fully comprehended how old this book is until now sjdfhskjdf

Previous: Chapter 9 - I Am Offered a Quest

Next: Chapter 11 - We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium

[bunni-teeth81]

Slender bros rewritten by me

Cause I want character development

(This is mostly Offender, trender, and Splendor. Also if you like Slendey/slender dad you might not wanna read this cause I do not make him a good guy in the slightest)

Possible tw for mention sexual assault, pedolophilia, necrophilia, and zoophilia!

To start off, Offender is not a rapist, he isn’t a pedo, and he doesn’t fuck animals

He doesn’t do anything without consent, plain and simple. Him being all those things was a rumor started by someone he fucked in the past who got caught cheating. They said Offender forced them and the rumors have escalated since with his legend.

He actively avoids children cause he doesn’t like them. So he literally couldn’t be a pedo.

He doesn’t hate kids, he just prefers to not be around them.

He won’t fuck someone with kids unless the kids are out of the house and somewhere safe.

He’s wary about fucking 18 and 19 year olds and usually doesn’t

Occasionally if he sees a kid sad while he’s on a walk or whatever he’ll give them some daisies or something. Though they kinda just appear near the kid. He doesn’t actually go near them.

Though he will fuck old people. He has no problem with that. But he will go gentler cause they’re frail

He likes animals, but not like that. Like.. ew

He has a kind of respect for the dead, even people he’s killed to eat, so he’d never do that. Also it goes back to the consent thing. They can’t consent so he ain’t gonna fuck them.

He’s pansexual.

He’s very kinky, obviously. He’s willing to do pretty much anything in bed

He prefers to top but he has no problem being pegged-

Has tried every drug there is.

Usually just sticks to weed, alcohol, crack, shrooms, and the occasional LSD

Bath salts fucked him up majorly and he will never do them again.

He works for trender, who has a whole ass company (will be touched on later)

He helps trender make clothes for more alt styles (punk, grunge, goth, emo, all that good stuff) and he helps with lingerie (masc and fem. trender makes both. Offender tests it out and gives feedback on what could be added or changed)

He also finds models for Trender (there’s really no qualifications to be a model, you kinda just have to want to be one. Trender, his assistants, and other models will help fill new models in. And they never have to wear something they don’t want or pose a way that makes them uncomfortable. also theres do discrimination when it comes to models, any one of any race, body type, gender (or lack there of), sexuality, and age to an extent (depending on the clothes being modeled and (if parent permission is needed if they get it)) are welcome)

He also does side jobs like art (he does realistic art) plays piano or violin for songs, every so often he’ll join a strip club. Definitely has an OF.

He learned piano from his dad. Their dad made them all learn piano. His dad was very against him learning violin but his mother let him learn it (she knew how to play)

Their parents kept them pretty reserved from the rest of the world (particularly humans) for safety reasons. The brothers didn’t find out they were the only ones of their kind till they were like teens and went hunting for the first time.

Their parents suddenly disappeared when they were teens. They still haven’t found them and have no idea what happened to them.

Zalgo killed them cause the dad was constantly fighting him, so was the mom but less so.

There were originally 5 brothers, but one got murdered (It was Tenderman. Who wouldve been the oldest, then slender, offender and trender are twins, then splendor)

They don’t know how tender was murdered. All they know is they can be murdered. They still haven’t figured out how tho.

They do know that they can regenerate any part of their body (teeth and nails grow back almost instantly, limbs take longer, they can just put their head where it should be and the bone, muscle, skin, tissue and all that will pull back together, skin can either regenerate in about an hour or two or a couple days depending on the size of the wound. Their organs can regenerate but it takes like a month.)

Drugs don’t effect them the same way they do us. Our massive hangovers that put us out of commission is what happens after they do LSD. A regular hangover for us is what happens when they do coke or a drink shit ton of alcohol.

Offender has the highest tolerance, then it’s trender, splendor, and Slender has the lowest cause he hasn’t done drugs.

Splendor has tried them but doesn’t like doing them. He doesn’t drink much either.

Trender will do them every so often, usually with Offender. He either drinks or smokes a blunt usually. Shrooms are for special occasions, and LSD gives him major anxiety so he doesn’t do it.

Trender and Offender were the only ones to try bath salts. They don’t know what happened. Splendor says they disappeared for a month and murdered a shit ton of people. They almost got caught. And at some point Offender ate a whole ass headstone and took a chunk out of a mausoleum

Slender hunts whenever the hell he wants, he doesn’t care about being caught

Offender hunts every couple of months or so

Trender hunts about 2 times a year. He spreads out his food pretty evenly

Splendor hates hunting and usually Offender or Trender will do it for them. They’ll maybe hunt once a year.

Human food to them is like sweets to us. They can’t live off it but it’ll keep them from starving. If they don’t eat human for about 3-4 years they’ll start to starve, but the process is slow and would probably take a while to actually kill them

Trender, Splendor, and Offender try not to get caught or make suspicions rise. They just wanna live their lives.

The amount of people they consume and how long they stay in their human form determines their power levels.

Slender is the most powerful, then Splendor, Offender, and Trender is the least powerful (but they’re all still mega powerful)

Slender is never in his human form and consumes humans whenever he wants so he has nothing holding back his power

Splendor may not eat human much but they’re rarely ever in his human form. And if they are it’s not for more than an hour usually

Offender is in his human form about 50% of the time. He’s in his normal form at home or hunting and any other time he’s human so-

Trender is in his human form like 90% of the time since he spends most of his time at work (he’s a workaholic to the highest extent. When it becomes really bad is when Offender will step in and be like “hey let’s grab a drink and chill out”)

Offender and Slender’s relationship is like Raph and Leo’s from tmnt if their relationship was genuine hatred and violent

Splendor tries to med their relationship and makes times where they all hang out and have dinner together but to no avail

This is the only time Slender can be seen in his human form. He doesn’t want to go but for some reason he does

Slender is stuck in his ways

Their dad hated humans with a passion, and Slender looked up to their father and wanted to be exactly like him so the hatred rubbed off

Slender blames humans for his parents disappearing and Tender’s death. Tender was the brother he bonded with the most

Splendor used to be a really emotional kid and their father hated that so now they bottle up everything

Their mother tried to help as best she could

V support

Trender’s company is a fashion company that produces just about everything

And the sizes go up to 4 or 5 x

And the prices are reasonable and don’t go up with the size

Trender really doesn’t give to shits about money. If he could he’d just give everything he makes away but unfortunately he needs some money to produce what he makes.

He makes kids clothing, teens clothing, adults clothing in every aesthetic you can think of. Rarely will you see basic shit from him

He makes jewelry (real and fake (for the kiddies) and specifies very obviously which is which so someone doesn’t accidentally buy the wrong one)

He makes shoes!

His prices are usually around 10-25 dollars for clothing, sometimes 30 if it’s a specific brand (like Gorillaz or something. He doesn’t work with brands like Victoria secret, brands that have sweat shops, things like that. He doesn’t support them whatsoever)

His business is huge but he always listens to the people and tries to improve. And all his products are made ethically. He tries in every way possible to produce good products without polluting the earth more

Splendor usually only hangs around babies-young adults. They help them through rough home lives, trauma, and helps them find joy. They do everything they can to make them feel better

Splendor is the one who takes care of Sally. And they feels incredibly guilty for not being able to stop what happened to her, or punish her uncle himself.

Animals and mystical creatures are drawn to them and their home. They go to it for shelter and safety, as well as some food. But because Splendor isn’t always there they have a nymph friend there to look after everything.

Slenderman is the only one with proxies

Splendor is demisexual and bi, leaning towards men

Trender is queer and demisexual/demiromantic

Slender doesn’t love anything. Ever.

Trender gets annoyed easily but rarely ever gets pissed pissed (like original face altering pissed) if he does it’s either cause someone did something to his brothers or his models. And the unfortunate soul who did such will never be seen again afterwards

Offender doesn’t really get pissed pissed cause he usually either bottles it up or makes a joke out of it. It’s really only if something happens to his brothers that he gets pissed pissed.

Splendor has a list of people they wish they could rip to shreds. All of them parents. But they don’t want to do that to the children. They only intervenes and gets pissed pissed when the abuse gets physical or sexual. When it’s physically they’ll give the parent one change to never do that again. They’ll scare the shit outta them but won’t hurt them. If it’s sexual they kill them. Plain and simple.

Splendor started wearing pokadots to make the kids happy. Trender hates the suit but doesn’t comment usually

Splendor’s black hands are a skin disease their species can have. The skin is black and kinda ridged.

Splendor wears gloves because of their skin disease. the blood stains and they can’t get it out. Also they’re very insecure about their disease

Splendor put the bells on their tendrils so their movements didn’t scare the kids. They would always know when he was moving and where he was moving to so they’d be more comfortable. It was painful but it was worth it

Slender was in the woods when he was younger and almost got attacked by humans, but his mother came and saved him. (Her tendrils could be used as a shield)

Eden is not related to the brothers.

But eden looks a lot like their mother, so much so that Spendor legitimately mistakes her for their mother.

Slender’s human name is John (splendor had to come up with it on the spot leave them be)

Offender’s human name is Dimitri and I’ll die on this hill

Splendor’s human name is Faer

Trender’s human name is Quael

They can change their physical appearance to be fem or masc. like their body can change.

Slender doesn’t give two shits about pronouns

Offender doesn’t care but he/they/xem works

Trender goes by he/him

Splendor goes by they/them

(Im including Slenderwoman now so uh... 🤷)

Her hair is her tendrils.

She’s not part of the Slender bro family nor does she know they exist (though eventually she will. She’s way younger than them so)

✨Lesbian✨

Has met Slenderman tho. She hates him

Like genuinely hates his guts

She hates almost sharing a name with him.

Prefers to go by her human name; Eden

As long as you don’t use the pronouns he/him she doesn’t care.

She just kinda... appeared at the ripe age of 4? (She doesn’t remember anything past 4 so that’s what if feels like to her.)

Splendor is a switch and you can’t change my mind

Trender is also a switch

Slender doesn’t get any cause he’d kill them, purposely or not, being radioactive and all.

Eden is a top but can bottom is convinced

Offender, Splendor, Trender, and Eden can all control their radiation output so they can glitch tech when they chose and won’t hurt anyone

Slender could but doesn’t want to 🤷

They can be killed by their hearts getting impaled. The reason they don’t know that is because the skin will heal, but the heart can’t.

Offenderman’s real name isn’t Offenderman. That name was dubbed to him when people believed the rumors of him. But he kept it. He can’t really explain why but he did. And now he forgets it’s not his real name sometimes. Though he does prefer to go by Offender/Smexy.

Splendor calls him Offendy and he’s the only one allowed to do so

Trended has four arms, plus his tendrils. He can hide his second pair of arms like his tendrils but it takes energy

Getting their limbs/tendrils cut off only stings to them. They’re only in full on pain when their organs are involved

Eden’s blood has healing properties.

Someone can be turned immortal by being injected with one of the brother’s (or Eden’s) blood in large amounts. It’s extremely painful though.

Doing it slowly can ease the pain, so doing it over a week’s time nonstop will get the job done.

The injected person will be very weak after it for a couple days. A week. 2 weeks in worse cases.

The only one who’s done this is Splendor. They were dating a guy for a very long time and they told him about the procedure and he wanted it. After gaining back his strength he left Splendor. They’re not entirely over this even though it happened a long time ago.

They (mainly Offender and Trender) had to track him down and kill him. (Ya know, heart stuff)

That’s when they figured that’s probably how they could get murdered 

[troublewithvampires-a]

Salvatore couldn't keep the smile off his face as he handed Pippin the lollipop. There was just something about Pippin's grin that made something pleasant stir inside the vampire's long-dead heart. Having that smile directed at him made him feel alive like very little else did anymore, and he was proud that the little gift he'd gotten prompted such a response. Truthfully, there wasn't a great deal of forethought behind the present--Salvatore had just happened to find a lollipop while browsing the store that reminded him of Pippin, so he decided it would make a nice gift.

Of course, Salvatore wasn't the type to frequent the candy aisle on his own--he didn't have much of a sweet tooth anymore, to put it lightly--so perhaps there was some unconscious desire taking him that direction. He may not have been consciously seeking it out, but a desire to find something nice for Pippin had brought him there in the end. It didn't matter much either way, he thought--he got a nice gift for the pixie, and at the end of the day that was what mattered.

As Pippin accepted the gift, Salvatore's toothy little smile softened and he chuckled. "Aw, it ain't a big deal, Sugarsweet," he drawled. "Just saw it and thought you might like it." He dimly noticed that the pixie's hand was glittery for some fuckin' reason, but he figured the other had a good reason, and so he didn't focus on that.

What he did focus on, however, was how Pippin's hand brushed against his as he gladly accepted the proffered treat. It wasn't much, just a light brush of skin against skin, but the brief contact had Salvatore's pointed ears perking up and his smile turning a little crooked.

"I-I'm glad ya' like it anyhow," he added. "Y'know-" Before he could finish his sentence, Pippin was pulling him into a hug, and he quickly grew flustered. He knew that he couldn't blush anymore, but he could've sworn he felt his face heat up as the pixie's deceptively strong arm held him close. The hug was over almost as soon as it begun, but Salvatore still stammered like a moron for a few seconds after.

"You're welcome," he said, his voice a raspy squeak.

Then, because he evidently wasn't done doling out surprises, Pippin revealed what he'd been holding behind his back: a gorgeous bouquet, each flower a different color and dusted with pink glitter. Well that certainly explained the state of Pippin's hands.

"Oh," Salvatore said, more an exhale than anything, as he looked up to meet Pippin's eyes. He was clearly caught more than a little off guard, but it wasn't long before a smile spread across his face, sheepish but clearly pleased.

"That's real kind of you, Sugarsweet," he said, the affectionate nickname making his smile grow ever wider. "I don't think anyone's ever gotten me flowers before." There were plenty of reasons for that, but Salvatore wasn't about to ruin the moment by remarking about his ugly mug's checkered past. Perhaps, once upon a time, such a gift might have made him balk, but coming from someone as earnest and warm as Pippin, Salvatore hardly minded.

Carefully, Salvatore accepted the bouquet, looking at it with wide eyes and taking in every detail. Goddamn, this was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever gotten him, and he made sure to hold the flowers carefully, as though afraid of damaging them. He couldn't stop smiling.

After a moment, Salvatore peered up at Pippin again, and he swore his dead heart skipped a beat at the way the pixie giggled and adjusted his glasses.

Fuck. He really was fucking smitten with this adorable fucking pixie, wasn't he? He was fucked.

Give My Muse Food! 

@troublewithvampires​​​ said: Salvatore hands Pippin a lollipop //for the ‘give my muse food’ thing!! :3c

sugarpixie:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

{✿} – And just like that, in the very instant he saw Salvatore standing there with his arm outstretched towards him bestowing a pink & white swirled lollipop that looked almost every bit as divine as Salvatore himself, Pippin became irretrievably enamoured of him. He had thought it before, but now he was almost certain that the funny feeling in his chest was his heart melting to a runny puddle of goo inside his ribcage like a scoop of strawberry ice cream. With the tell-tale signs of infatuation becoming blatantly written all over his face, his cheeks rapidly flushed an adorable shade of bubblegum-pink as the light in his eyes shifted in a way that connoted the undisguised puppy love that he simply did not possess the guile to conceal. It was obvious now, whether he intended it to be or not. Pippin had a crush on Salvatore.

Doe eyes twinkled and served to magnify his smitten grin as Pippin reached out to delightedly accept the thoughtful gift, his glittering(?) hand brushing against Salvatore’s own smaller, cooler one as he did so. Sally’s hand felt cold like the first inrush of frosty air when you opened a freezer, reminding Pippin of his favourite cherry popsicles. He beamed, ❝Oh, Sally - !! Thank you so, so very much! It looks delicious!❞ The sugar pixie bounced excitedly on the spot before throwing his arm around Salvatore and pulling him in for a strong, affectionate squeeze. When he eventually released him from his hug, Pippin was quick to reveal why his other hand had been kept concealed behind his back the whole time. He had a present to give to Salvatore that day, too! In his hand, he held out a beautiful bouquet of roses, each of the heads a different colour of the rainbow and sprinkled lavishly with a pink dusting of pixie dust. Ah. That would explain the glitter on his fingertips, wouldn’t it? The butterflies in Pippin’s tummy became aflutter once again when he met Salvatore’s cinnamon jellybean hued gaze, ❝I didn’t know what colour to getcha, so I made ya one of each! I hope that’s okay!❞ he giggled sheepishly, adjusting his glasses and silently fearing that he might have overstepped with the flowers. Did they make his little crush on him too obvious? He supposed that Sally’s reaction to the gift could be the deciding factor on whether or not Pippin would demonstrate his steadily developing feelings a smidgen more clearly that rapidly approaching Valentine’s Day…after all, it was only a day away! If he couldn’t say ‘I Like You’ then, when could he?

[xxx-cat-xxx]

Peter Parker and Bruce Banner’s Guide on How To Make Iron Man Sleep

For @sallyidss. Happy Birthday, Sally! This is about 1% hurt and 99% comfort, or in other words, pure fluff and chicken soup. I hope you enjoy it and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Thanks to @whumphoarder for beta reading and to @maikkuax for the video game reference.

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Peter wakes up to a dazzling amount of texts on Saturday morning. 

One is from Tony, sent at 3am, telling him that Bruce is sick and might not be able to help Peter with his biology project today as they had planned, but he is still welcome to drop by the tower.

Then there’s another one from Tony three hours later asking him whether he could pick up some soup while on the way; one from Bruce at 8am, telling him that Tony is sick too, but ‘he won’t admit it so just try to somehow get him to rest once you come over’; and then one more from Tony telling him to ignore whatever Bruce just told him.

Peter grins to himself while reading the texts - he can almost hear his favourite superhero couple bantering and fussing over each other. Then he gets up for breakfast with May and a shower before heading down to the corner grocery store. He gets soup (chicken for Tony and vegetable for Bruce), as well as some of the Fairtrade chocolate bars that Bruce buys for ideological reasons and Tony eats en masse because he’s got a secret sweet tooth. Peter stuffs the groceries into his school bag along with his laptop and makes his way to the tower. 

*

Tony definitely looks under the weather when he opens the door; pale and with a very clown-like red nose that is dripping constantly. 

“Hey kid, thanks for the delivery,” he jokes with a raspy voice. He takes the bag and mimics shutting the door in Peter’s face before smirking and opening it fully to let his unamused mentee in. 

“Very funny, Mr. Stark.” Peter removes his shoes and jacket and then stops, frowning. Through the hallway, he can see that the bed in the master bedroom has been demolished into what looks like a heap of firewood. “Uhm, what happened to your bed?”

“Well…” Tony interrupts himself to cough harshly into his elbow. “So, uh, we had a bit of an exciting night. Not in the fun way, unfortunately…” he trails off. “Anyway, Bruce went back to sleep after breakfast, but I thought we could head to the lab and start working on the chameleon fabric you suggested for your suit.” 

Peter is sure that working in the lab is the opposite of what Tony should be doing just now - his mentor looks even more tired than usual and the slightly glassy quality to his eyes suggests that he is running a fever - but Peter also knows that saying this out loud will only be counterproductive. 

“What if we watch a movie instead?” he suggests.

“I’m not watching a movie at eleven in the morning,” Tony protests. “We have the whole day in front of us - time to build, invent, change the world..." He flaps his hand. "All that jazz."

“Okay, okay…” Peter thinks for a second before an idea hits him. “But before we start with the suit, I do need your help with something else.”

“Now what?”

“So, Ned and I have this gaming commentary channel on YouTube where we livestream playing “The Witcher 3”? And it’s going pretty well, but Ned says he needs help developing his stage persona, you know, talking in a way that is interesting and keeps your audience engaged? So, he thought that you might give us some advice because you’ve got a ton of experience with speaking in public and all that?”

(It’s not entirely a lie - Ned and Peter have joked about getting Tony involved in order to increase their viewership, but he is pretty sure that Ned would be mortified upon hearing that Peter actually suggested it to the billionaire.)

“Wait, you and Ned are making videos of you killing virtual trolls while talking about it? And people actually watch that?”

“That’s...another way of putting it.”

“Sounds like a gigantic waste of time.” Tony scrunches up his nose. “Either I play the game myself, or I spend my downtime watching something interesting.” 

“Hey! Our last one has more than 3000 hits!” Peter defends.

“People have too much free time. Including you.” Tony points his finger at Peter before quickly covering his mouth to contain a sneeze. “But I suppose I can take a look if you really want me to…”

Peter grins. Stage one: complete.

They settle on the couch in the living room. Tony can’t suppress a small sigh when he leans against the cushions. He massages the bridge of his nose in a way that makes it clear to Peter he must be nursing a headache. 

“Hit me, kid,” he orders.

“Okay, but before we start, you need to know a few things...” Peter launches into a long-winded explanation of the game’s storyline with more than a few unnecessary details of the characters’ backgrounds. He pretends to concentrate on the screen where he walks Tony through different tutorials, but out of the corner of his eye he sees his mentor slowly sinking deeper and deeper into couch.

“...and then they bring Uma to the witcher school of Kaer Morhen,” Peter goes on as Tony tiredly attempts to follow along, his blinks growing longer and longer each time, “where Yennefer removes his curse and transforms him into Avallac'h...” 

When Peter can’t think of anything else to babble about, he starts playing their most recent video. Tony sits up a little straighter and rubs a hand over his face to concentrate. But at about the two minute mark, he stops the screen with a wave of his hand.

“So, not to be rude, but that was kind of painful, Tony declares. “You guys literally started with a 45 second explanation of why you prefer the old controller design to the new one. No wonder you’re putting people to sleep.”

Peter frowns a bit. “I mean, we weren’t that bad…” he defends. “And the new ones do kind of suck.”

“Sure, kid,” Tony huffs. He shifts position on the sofa with a sigh. “Alright, listen. It’s obvious that you two are knowledgeable about this game, but if you want to engage your audience, you’ve gotta try to establish your credentials in a way that’s still interesting and relatable. For instance, I once started a TED Talk by describing how I hacked NASA during an MIT frat party so that I could send a rocket to draw a dick over San Francisco. ”

Peter snorts at that admission. 

“See? Exactly,” Tony points out. “That’s the kind of reaction you want your audience to have - that’s called a hook, kid.” 

The longer they watch, the more Tony seems to be melting into the couch. His comments become less and less frequent, and at some point he leans his head back against the pillow, barely looking at the screen anymore. By the third video, Peter can see his mentor’s eyelids fluttering shut. 

He waits for a few minutes and then pauses the screen, just to see Tony’s eyes fly open again. “I’m listening!” he assures. 

“Yeah, I know.” Peter hides a smirk. “Just, uhm, relax a bit.”

“I see what you’re trying to do here, kid. I’m not stupid,” Tony protests nasally, stifling another sneeze, but he doesn’t make any move to get up from the couch. 

Peter starts the video again, knowing that the battle has been won. Five minutes later, Tony is asleep. 

Peter watches a few more videos on his own (now that he pays attention, he realises that most of Tony’s suggestions, despite being sarcastic, are actually in line with what the popular streamers do) before FRIDAY informs him that Bruce has woken up. 

He finds the scientist in the kitchen, making tea. 

“Hey Dr. Banner,” Peter greets. “How are you?”

“Hey Peter.” Bruce gives him a warm and slightly sleepy smile. His voice is a bit hoarse. “I’m fine. Is Tony asleep?”

“Yep,” Peter declares proudly. “Used my hypnotically soothing voice. And obscure video game lore."

Bruce heaves out a sigh. “Finally, thank god. I had, uhm… kind of an incident last night and I don’t think he slept at all after that.” 

Peter thinks back to the broken bed frame and chooses not to comment.

“Do you want some tea?” Bruce asks.

“No, thanks. I’m okay.”

Bruce takes out a box of cookies instead and hands a few to Peter. “So, what was this thing you wanted me to look at with you?”

“Oh, it’s just a bio project,” Peter says with a shrug. “But we can do it some other time, when you’re feeling better.”

“I’m okay...” Peter gives him a suspicious look and Bruce’s smile deepens. “No need for that - I’m not Tony, I would tell you if I wasn’t up for it. But I am actually feeling much better after sleeping and I wouldn’t mind some distraction.”

“Okay, well then...”

Peter likes Bruce a lot. It took him a while to get close to him because Bruce is not a person who easily lets people in, but now whenever Peter visits the tower, he looks forward to seeing the scientist almost as much as he does to seeing Tony. 

Tony is brilliant, energetic, and funny, and he constantly encourages Peter to think deeper, work harder, do better - to improve himself. Which is a fun challenge, but it can also be quite exhausting at times. Working with Bruce is the exact opposite. He makes Peter feel calm, slows him down when he overthinks, and makes it clear that mistakes are something that happen to everyone and nothing Peter should be too concerned about. While spending time with Tony is the equivalent of a rollercoaster ride, being with Bruce feels more like a calm day at the beach, and Peter has realised that he needs both from time to time. 

They move to Bruce’s study (since Bruce doesn’t allow food in his lab and they don’t actually need to do any experiments for Peter’s project) with Peter’s laptop, biscuits, and several bars of Fairtrade chocolate. 

*

Tony wakes up with the blurry images of a nightmare still on the rims of his consciousness. He feels cold, achy, and slightly out of breath. It takes him a few disoriented moments to realise that his face is mostly buried into a couch pillow, blocking his mouth and nose. He frees himself and sits up stiffly, wiping at his slightly damp cheeks. His nose is dripping annoyingly and he isn’t sure whether that’s only because of the cold. 

“FRIDAY?” he prompts nasally. 

“It is 1:17pm on Saturday afternoon. Dr. Banner and Mr. Parker are working in the study room. Everyone is safe and well, boss.” 

“Okay. Thanks, FRI.” Tony takes another few moments to ground himself before getting up from the sofa, rather unsteadily. His body seems to have tripled in weight and his head feels like an overfilled balloon that’s ready to burst. He kind of wants to fall back onto the couch and go to sleep again, but at the same time he definitely doesn’t want to revisit the dreams he just had. 

Instead, he ventures into the study where he finds his partner, who is sporting an adorable bedhead, together with his mentee enthusiastically modelling a DNA strand on a laptop screen.

“Coffee?” Tony asks hoarsely.

“Good afternoon to you too, Tony,” Bruce smirks and nods towards a pot sitting on the table. Tony pours himself a mug and downs it in one go, marvelling at how much better it makes his throat feel immediately. 

Feeling slightly more human and ready to deal with the actual world, he leans over Bruce’s shoulder and nuzzles his head against his partner’s ear. “How you feeling, green bean?”

“I’m much better. Sleeping helped a lot, actually.” Tony gives him a critical once-over and seems to accept that. “Peter is doing an impressive job with his project, by the way,” Bruce adds.

Peter blushes at the compliment. “It’s not me - Dr. Banner is helping me a lot!” 

“I’m really just sitting here and watching you work,” Bruce dismisses before addressing Tony again. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m”—Tony’s voice breaks in the middle of the sentence and he has to clear his throat before continuing—“I’m good.”

“Mm-hmm.” Bruce raises an eyebrow. “FRIDAY, what’s his temperature at?”

“100.2 degrees, Dr. Banner.”

“Thanks.” He turns to Tony, who is coughing again. There seems to be a brick stuck inside his chest and it feels like he can’t take a full breath at all. Bruce gives him a concerned look. “This sounds painful.”

“‘S okay,” Tony dismisses.

“Maybe you should try using the inhaler -”

“Stop mother-henning, Bruce,” he grumbles with a glance at Peter, who is very clearly trying to act as if he isn’t listening to every word, but the pain in Tony’s chest is suddenly replaced by a surge of warmth upon realising Bruce’s worry about him. The scientist seems to understand and just squeezes Tony’s hand before turning back to the screen.

Tony pours himself another cup of coffee and grabs a slice of toast as well as two of the chocolate bars before settling into the chair across from the two of them, munching away and watching them work. Seeing them together leaves him with an annoyingly sappy feeling. Bruce, usually rather shy, is much more self-confident around the kid and visibly happy about Peter’s genuine interest in everything scientific. He is also a much more patient teacher than Tony ever manages to be, which seems to be putting Peter at ease. 

After finishing his food, Tony debates moving to his own lab to get some actual work done, but he is so, so tired, and everything kind of hurts. Standing up seems like a lot of effort. So instead, he crosses his arms on the table and rests his head on top of them, closing his eyes for just a moment.

He listens to Peter and Bruce when their conversation shifts from Peter’s project, to May’s new vegan disaster recipe, to the idea of using Peter’s webs in order to create a hammock that can hold the Hulk. Tony smiles into his sleeves, imagining Hulk chilling at the beach between two palm trees, swinging to and fro, to and fro, to and...

“Hey.” Bruce rests his palms lightly on Tony’s shoulder.

He jerks upright. “Wasn’t asleep.”

“What, I would never think that,” Bruce says with a smirk. 

Tony rubs his tired eyes and then his aching forehead. “Where’s Peter?”

“He went to heat up the soup for all of us.”

“Hmm.” Tony grabs Bruce’s hands and presses them against his overly warm cheeks, enjoying the cooling feeling they provide.

“Did you have a nightmare earlier?” Bruce asks, his hand now moving up to cup Tony’s forehead. “You seemed kind of out of it.”

“Yeah,” Tony admits, leaning into the touch. “I don’t remember what it was about, though.”

Bruce hums and presses a light kiss to the top of Tony’s head. “Fever dreams are awful. But at least you didn’t break any furniture upon waking up.”

Tony, sensing the guilt below the light tone, only huffs. “I’d been wanting to get a new bed anyway for a while now. Did you know there are self-making ones now? And levitating mattresses? Or we could go for one of those free-swinging beds, to match Hulk’s upcoming hammock.” 

Bruce smiles and shakes his head. “A normal one would do, Tony. Or we could try something different. Did you know that sleeping on the ground is actually quite good for your back?”

Tony snorts. “Yeah, no. I’m a billionaire, Brucie, we’re not sleeping on the ground because our bed is broken. Levitating one it is.”

Peter comes back with the steaming soup, which does wonders for Tony’s raw throat. At Bruce’s advice, he takes some Advil that muffles his headache a little and remembers the times a few years ago when he would be sick with only JARVIS as his company, feeling a little chilled and very lucky. 

*

In the end, Tony does agree to watching TV, but mostly because Bruce admits to still not feeling up for anything more demanding (which Peter suspects is not entirely true, but he definitely won’t call him out). They let Peter pick, who of course goes for the newest Orville episode, and settle on the huge living room couch with a steaming mug of tea (Bruce), a packet of chocolate (Tony) and another helping of soup (Peter). 

Peter notices after a while that Bruce is gently massaging Tony’s head, playing with his hair. Tony seems to be sort of melting into the touch, his head leaning against Bruce’s shoulder, eyes almost closed. He looks old, but not frighteningly so - more in a serene way that makes Peter want to capture the moment on film. 

In the years he’s known him, Peter has rarely seen Tony anything but buzzing with energy, jumping to and fro between ideas and lab tables. The only person who is able to slow him down and occasionally get him to take a break without having to outright trick him into it seems to be Bruce. And as sorry as Peter is to see both of them sick, it’s also heartwarming to observe how they are taking care of each other. 

Peter knows that most people his age find the idea of spending a lazy movie Saturday with their family kind of boring, but something in him loves the idea of settling down like this. Maybe it’s the fact that it reminds him of how it used to be with Ben and May, or that the time he spends as Spider-Man is already adventurous enough, or the sheer thrill of seeing Iron Man and the Hulk’s alter ego in their pyjamas on the couch, nuzzled up against each other. 

But whatever it is, there’s nowhere else Peter would rather be.

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If you liked this, make sure to check out @twentyghosts‘ beautiful fic Cold, Comfort with a similar setting that inspired me to write this one.

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@badthingshappenbingo This is my fill for the ‘Common Cold’ square.

[troublewithvampires]

@bxtsence said: ❝ You are not so bad yourself, Salvatore. ❞ Rowan avoided eye contact, distracting himself with scratching through his long locks of black hair. ❝ You tend to say negative things about yourself that just are not quite true. You are worth much more than you think you are, and those times that I have been upset and feeling alone… You at least offered your presence even if there was no other way you could help. I haven’t forgotten that. ❞ The taller of the two paused, and slowly blinked before speaking up again. ❝ You are not so bad yourself, Salvatore. ❞ Rowan avoided eye contact, distracting himself with scratching through his long locks of black hair. ❝ And thank you. For the record, I think swing and jazz are good and sophisticated genres as well. ❞

(get loved and cherished idiot - open)

When he first registered Rowan's words, Salvatore's hands stilled where they held his lighter. For a long moment, he continued staring down at it, chewing lightly on the end of the cigarette in his mouth. He wasn't sure how to respond to that, and he was sure that some of his hesitance showed on his face.

Say something, you fucking pussy.

"Thanks," he said, the word coarse on his tongue as he glanced up at Rowan, attempting to gauge the other's expression. "I... yeah, I appreciate that, kid. Thanks." What else was there to say? "Glad I can at least do somethin' for ya' now and then." He really wasn't good at this sort of thing, was he? Jesus. There was the impulse to comment on that, to make a halfhearted joke at his own expense, but he refrained.

"... You want a smoke?" he asked after a moment. "I probably got an extra one. You can have it if ya' want." It was as much of an olive branch as he felt he could offer right then.