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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years ago

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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I love how tragically stupid-stubborn Cat is, Mel is my only oc with critical thinking skills and even her is a little unwell in the head -Danny

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xxvi: A Good Weekend

Waking up to Kate and Felix snuggled up on the left side of her bed was a nice feeling. It was good to have some company after two months alone. Cat had gotten used to sharing, and going back to her empty apartment every night was a bit of a letdown.

Kate slowly opened her eyes. "Stop being a creep."

"It's not creepy if I'm staring with fondness. I've been blinking from time to time too, so it's okay."

Kate rolled over and stretched. "Your bed is so comfy... the one I have in the residence is bulky as hell. I'd missed this baby."

"Just the mattress?" She teased.

"And the pets."

"How's Lucky?"

"Healthy and fluffy, still living with Jack until I get my own place," Kate yawned. "Are we meeting your friends later, or is it tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow. Kurt and Harley have to work on Saturdays, so..."

"Yikes," Kate yawned. "D'you think they'll like me?"

"You'll fit right in, we're all young and sarcastic."

"Help!" Kate was struggling to stand after putting on the rollerskates. "Oh my God, why am I so terrible at this?!"

Cat held her by the waist, grinning. "You need to stand straight!"

"I don't do straight!"

"Shut up," she chortled.

Kate held onto Cat's arms with a death grip. "Please, my knight, save me!"

She laughed. "Here, I'll guide you."

The sun was warm, the birds were singing, and it was a perfect February day. It was Valentine's day, to be more precise, but they were making a huge effort to ignore that.

"You look so nice by the way," Kate said out of the blue. "Is that a new skirt?"

"You like it? You can borrow it anytime."

"Move closer to the bridge, I need to do something..."

Cat took her to it and Kate stumbled to a stop, trapping Cat between the bridge's barrier and her body. The archer placed her arms on each side of Cat's head.

"What are you doing?" Cat asked with a grin.

"I'm admiring the view," Kate looked her up and down. "Astonishing."

Cat pushed her sunglasses up and leaned to kiss her. Kate moved away.

"Uh-uh! I want to ask you something."

"Okay," Cat was too busy staring at Kate's lips to notice she was being serious.

"What's Copycat's doing in Stark industries?"

The mutant pushed a loose strand of dark hair away from the girl's face. "You read the articles."

"People's crazy curious about it," Kate replied, moving away from her. "And they're asking me things because they saw me with you last Christmas."

"What are you telling them?"

"That you weren't much of a talker, you left as soon as we were done. See? I can keep appearances."

"I'm very proud of you," Cat taunted. "Alright, I think it's okay if I tell you now. What do you wanna know?"

"Is it really just a job? No, scratch that—"

"I want it to be just that," she began, "but... it's a little bit more."

"What is it?"

"Promise not to get invested."

Kate frowned. "I can't do that."

"Then you'll have to stay in the dark."

Whatever was happening in Kate's mind got quickly replaced with discomfort. "I tried to visit my mom last week."

"How did it go?"

"She thinks I ruined my life," Kate pushed herself carefully to stand next to Cat, both of them leaning against the railing. "It was a short visit."

"She's safer there than out," Cat tried to ease her.

"Look who says it!" Kate responded briskly.

Cat stared at her in surprise, and the archer quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, you're trying to cheer me up—"

"I'm not good at it—"

"—I'm just being a bitch about this—"

"It's your mom, Kate."

"You're my friend," she said. That was all Cat was, even if both of them would've preferred something else. "And you're all I have."

Cat placed her hand over Kate's. "I'm not all you have. You've got Clint, and Jack... and after tomorrow you'll have Kurt and Harley."

"Why, they're loyal to the people you sleep with?"

"Not exactly," she grinned. "You're just too sweet to dislike."

"Hey..." Kate tilted her head. "You went to high school, didn't you?"

"A while."

"You had any friends? I can't imagine you not being popular, you're so cool..."

Cat grimaced. "I spent most of my time with Pietro, I told you that."

"But you're telling me you had no friends?"

"I wasn't like I am now," Cat tilted her head, struggling to remember names and faces. "But there was MJ and Betty, and... Ned..." she felt her brain pulsing. "But they blipped. When they came back I was an adult, I never saw them again."

"That must've sucked..."

"I remember feeling a little bummed out for a while... But it was because we lost against Thanos, I was heartbroken about that."

"I've seen pictures of you as a teen, in your apartment," Kate sighed. "You were a kid when the whole Thanos thing happened..."

"No point in feeling sorry," she moved away from the railing. "C'mon, I'll buy you lunch."

Kurt was the first to welcome them. He left his seat, caught Kate's hand, and dragged her towards the table bombarding her with questions about Jack and his sword collection.

Kate stared at him in shock, for a moment she didn't know who he was, expecting to see a blue-skinned guy with a strong resemblance to a demon, but finding a perfectly-human young man rambling at her instead.

"Oh, sorry, where are my manners?" He shook her hand. "Kurt Wagner, Cat's best friend."

"You really don't have to specify," Harley said from his seat. He hadn't moved at all. "After a few seconds, people can tell who loathes her the least."

"Wouldn't the one that loathes me most be my best friend, then?" Cat teased. "Kate, this is Harley. You've heard of him. Professional whiner."

"The smartest guy at this table, too," he smiled at her.

"Well, if you're still our friend, I would think twice before saying that," Kurt raised a brow.

"Nice to finally meet you!" Kate laughed. "Cat loves you. I'm a little jealous, to be honest."

"You should be, we've been her longest relationship."

"Six years, seven next October," Harley made a face. "I'm surprised these two are still alive, considering the choices they make."

"Did you order food or are you running on anxiety and coffee like you do all week?" Cat taunted.

The evening went away faster than expected, and by the time they left the bar, Kate was good friends with the boys, going as far as exchanging phone numbers. Harley vowed that he'd take Kate's side in every argument, she was far nicer than Cat was.

"He's just mad I grew up and he didn't," Cat snorted. "I was a bouncy, jazzy little thing when he met me. I think I showed up in his workshop wearing a silk blouse and a flower skirt! That Cat wouldn't've survived Kingpin."

"But that Cat and you have something in common still," Harley pointed out with a knowing smirk. "You feed on attention."

Kurt yawned, checking his phone. "Let's call it a night, guys. I wake up early tomorrow."

"Hey Kate, don't you have classes on Monday?"

"We'll teleport to her residence tomorrow."

"The benefits of befriending a mutant," Kate grinned.

"Wish she would offer to teleport me every day," Harley complained.

"Transportation isn't my job."

"Happy was Tony's driver, you know?"

"I can drive, but let me remind you I don't have a sense of direction or a license."

"You think I wouldn't risk my life for an extra hour of sleep?"

The group laughed. Cat really loved the friends she'd made throughout the hardest years of her life. They cared for her in and out of the suit, and a healthy circle could turn her into a healthy person. Or at least, as usual, that was what she was trying to believe. At that moment she was only Cat Maxwell, a good friend, someone her friends could trust.

Outside that circle, nonetheless, she was still willing to be a mercenary for the right kind of people, though the right kind rarely needed those services. She wanted to get back at those that had lied and used her, even if the risk was bigger than the reward.

Her end was approaching, she could feel it grazing her toes, but she would keep her small family safe this time around. When the time came, she would go away quietly, they would feel no pain because of her, and life would be okay.

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servin-up-surveys · 2 years ago

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survey #109

(taken january 31st, uploading surveys taken while gone... we're at least over halfway done? haha)

Have you ever gotten your legs waxed? No, that sounds absolutely excruciating, especially when your hair is as thick and long as mine is. Waxing my lip and eyebrows back in the day hurt enough.

Have you ever read anything by Edgar Allen Poe? Yeah, The Raven and The Tell-tale Heart off the top of my head.

Do you know anyone named Hunter? I do; he was my neighbor when I lived in the woods (I think where I've lived most of my life so far), and we used to play together as kids a lot. I'm quite a bit older than him, but he was still fun to hang out with, especially when it came to catching bugs and stuff and playing video games. He's all grown up now with his own girlfriend. :')

What was the reason for the last time you restarted your computer? Oh I was SO annoyed, Roman walked on my keyboard and did something where the computer totally, completely froze, and I was deep into an RP post so I was furious. Had to restart it incorrectly, but THANK GOD the drafts function on the site saved my post, lol.

Can you say anything in Korean? If so, please do: Nah, I can't.

Do you like horses? I absolutely love horses and I am VERY much looking forward to photographing horses soon thanks to a friend. <3

What are your grandfathers’ names? William/Bill and... WOW I'm awful, I don't remember Dad's dad's name. :/

Were you forced to read The Odyssey in high school? Yes; maybe not all of it, but I at LEAST remember reading some. We also watched the movie.

Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Yeah, both in the wild and as pets. I currently have one and love her to death.

Are you against seances? I don't care. I DO believe in treating the dead with respect though, if you're gonna do that; we don't have the slightest idea what really happens after death and I definitely do believe in angry spirits and their ability to loosely interact with our reality, so I wouldn't tempt shit, just to be safe.

Do you own any superhero shirts? No. I only have a couple Harley Quinn ones.

Game you were best at in P.E./gym? I absolutely hated P.E., so nothing.

Favorite crystal? Dragon's breath opal.

What did you learn from your first job? I am an absolutely horrible salesperson.

Favorite website from your childhood? Webkinz.

Least favorite flavor of food or drink? Cranberry flavored drinks are so awful I literally cannot drink them. I also don't like really fishy foods.

Least favorite pattern? Uh... I'm not sure. I'm not big on like, animal print as a fashion thing I guess. I love cool patterns ON the animals, of course, but not elsewhere.

Favorite weird flavor combo? I absolutely love waffles that also have a layer of peanut butter on them, like I prefer it over only syrup.

Favorite potato food? French fries.

Earth tones or jewel tones? Oh, come on, that's hard! It really depends.

Do you call them fireflies or lightning bugs? I've used both, but I think I only ever said "lightning bug" as a kid.

Writing or drawing? I get more joy out of creating a drawing I'm proud of, but I'm much more likely to write.

Lamps, overhead lights, fairy lights, or sunlight? FAIRY LIGHTS!!!! For Christmas I got this "tree" that you can wind across your wall(s) that have little tiny light bulbs as its "foliage" and I cannot wait til we can move my bed and set it up because that shit is ALWAYS gonna be on.

Nicknames? "Britt" is the most common one that everyone uses. Online though, "Ozz(y)" is frequented bc of the username I usually use. In WoW, everyone in my main's guild know me as "Alessa" because my main character is Alessand(a)ra. Oh, and my childhood nickname from Mom is "Twinkie" lmfao, she gave all her children sweets nicknames. She still uses it sometimes. Girt's pointed out he wants to have the "perfect" nickname click for me one day, which I think is absolutely adorable, but he can't pick one.

How many phone numbers do you have memorized? I have only JUST memorized my mother's phone number, and that's it. It took months upon months of regularly giving it to doctors and stuff to learn and as terribly sad as this is, I'm literally PROUD of myself for finally internalizing a phone number.

Do you prefer heroes or villains? Villains, duh.

What political cause are you most passionate about? Proooobably LGBTQ+ rights. I just find it so, so remarkably hard to fathom how people are against people consensually being in love.

Have you ever considered having children? I've never considered it for like, that current moment, but I go back and forth about the future.

Have you ever considered acting? Nope.

Who was the last person you slept next to? Girt.

Do you think you can be in love and still cheat on your S.O.? No, I don't.

What is the most embarrassing thing anyone has on video of you? Oh who even knows.

Did you ever get lost as a child? Yeah, in a Food Lion I think? Maybe Wal-Mart? An old lady helped me find my mom.

What was the last dream you had? I had a newborn baby is all I can remember. I forgot it until I read this question.

What is the best television show you’ve ever watched? Extraordinary Attorney Woo had the most touching story to me.

What do you believe is your weirdest habit? I take my breakfast biscuits apart to eat each thing individually.

What color are your parents’ eyes? They both have brown eyes.

Have you ever had a surgery before? Yeah, tubes put in my ears and a pilonidal cyst removed. I'm also being put to sleep to get my wisdom teeth taken out; there's simply no fucking way I can stay calm through it with my newfound fear of the dentist. I very barely stayed calm during my last filling.

Would you rather visit the Taj Mahal or the Eiffel Tower? Taj Mahal.

Was your mom over 30 when she had you? Yes.

Who is your 4th phone contact and how do you know them? Dad, and well... he's my dad.

Have you ever lived in a dorm? No.

Do you live in an apartment? No.

What’s the story behind your most noticeable scar? I passed out in the bathroom directly onto my chin.

Have you ever SERIOUSLY considered any kind of plastic surgery? I am very serious about getting loose skin removal on at LEAST my stomach if/when I lose all the weight I want to, and a breast lift also because of the effects of extreme weight loss.

What was the last thing you cleaned and why? My desk, because it was quite the mess.

Does blood make you queasy? No.

What physical features can you just not stand about yourself? My weight in literally every part of my body. How dark and thick and obvious my leg hair is. Cellulite and stretch marks. How insanely dry my skin is everywhere. I have absolutely zero ass. Because of my weight I developed sagging breasts. I could go on and on and on still but I'd really prefer to stop upsetting myself.

What is your favorite crayon color? I like hot pink ones.

Have you ever snorted cocaine? No and I absolutely never will.

Where is the scariest place you’ve ever been? In a bus-like... truck thing that carried me and other mental hospital inmates (some that were VERY unstable and aggressive) in full-body restraints to the local courthouse to argue about our expected stay lengths. If I hadn't argued, I would have been in this specific hospital for months. That whole experience, getting there and talking to the judge, was one of the scariest things I've ever done.

Do you like string cheese? No.

What state/province/country is to the west of your own? Tennessee.

Were you breastfed as a baby? Yes.

What is the cutest baby animal in general? Maybe I'm biased, but meerkats; they're cute when they're born, but pups become absolutely precious once their fur grows out and they open their eyes. I also really love kittens.

Do you find it difficult to tell others what you want for Christmas? Unless you're my mother, yes. Well, I'm even kinda uncomfortable telling Mom, but she's very insistent on us kids telling her straight-up what we want.

Do you enjoy literature from the past or more recent times? I'm perfectly capable of liking both; I don't have a preference. A good, strong story is a good, strong story.

Do you know anyone who plays World of Warcraft? Do you play? *raises hand* Girt also used to play, but it's not his thing anymore. My former roommate Jacob played, too, but he doesn't now (I know because we're friends on there and you see when they log on). I'm absolutely positive I have other gamer friends who have in the past too, just from like, contextual Facebook posts and stuff.

Have you ever been called a nerd? Yeah, but just playfully and not at all with degrading intent.

What is something that you do not like that everyone else seems to love? Manicures and pedicures come to mind. They make me uncomfortable. Oh, and the beach.

Do you enjoy poetry? I really do. I'd love to start writing it again... I even have poem concepts saved in my phone notes, I just haven't written them. I'm always so afraid of it not coming out how I want.

Have you ever written a poem? Oh, loads since middle school.

Do you own any fingerless gloves? Haha I sure do, all the way back from high school... They're still in my top drawer. I barely ever wear them anymore, though; they don't fit as well but also when I tried a few on the last time, I thought I looked pretty childish. I don't at all think fingerless gloves in general are, I think they're hot as fuck, but these ones just didn't look right on me anymore.

Last time you went out to eat, where did you go? We most recently went to McDonald's a good few days ago.

Tell me about the last animal you touched. My cat, Roman. <3 He's my literal shadow - he goes where I go almost without fail, unless he really feels like napping in bed. He's a COMPLETE cuddlebug that very, very obviously adores me/his mama and he's everything to me, too. ;_; <3 He is SUPER shy around strangers, like he will run and hide under our bed the moment he thinks he hears someone at the door, and it takes seeing you MANY many times before he's cool with you; like it took Girt months to earn his trust, and he comes over regularly. He is such, such a loving cat though once he's into you. Oh, and also very bossy, lol. He has such a personality.

Have you ever witnessed a birth? I've only seen cats give birth from my childhood; I absolutely fucking refuse to witness a human birth, I will not make it through it still conscious, and I also DO NOT understand the "oh but it's beautiful!" argument, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck no it isn't. I don't even like seeing videos of animals doing it, but it is slightly more bearable.

Have you ever known something that no one knew you knew? Uh, maybe?

Your thoughts on bacon? I like it, so long it's not mega crunchy or burnt.

Out of the 7 deadly sins, which are you most guilty of? Sloth.

Ever held a newborn animal? Kittens, yes.

Do your pets have collars? Describe them: Yes; Roman's is a light blue, and Cookie's is... wow, I don't remember, but I'm pretty sure pink.

Why do girls go tanning when it just makes them look orange? Because girls can do whatever the fuck they want with their own bodies.

What is the last thing you searched for online? "What is a revenant" haha, I've heard it plenty in fantasy material but I never really learned what it was.

Do sluts make you mad? lol no???????? If a person engages in a lot of completely consensual - and safe - sex and isn't keeping it a secret from a partner or something, that's whatever. If the person is open about it and takes care of their safety, that's their goddamn business that they shouldn't feel shitty about. Get mad over something that actually matters.

If you could live for a year with any foreign family, where would you go? Germany. If I hadn't had a boyfriend I refused to leave, I would've loved to do that in high school.

Think of a friend you know; how would you feel if they kissed you? I wouldn't be okay with anyone who is just a friend kissing me because I'm in a monogamous relationship. I would also probably stop that friendship because I expect my friends to respect my relationship. I don't think a kiss on like, the forehead or something from a close friend comforting me or something like that would upset me, but on the lips would.

Do you have bills to pay yet? No. Something Colleen once said that haunts me to this day is the claim that I'm never going to know what it's like to get my first paycheck and pay my own bills.

Will you be changing your hair any time soon? I desperately need a trim, so I hope I can at LEAST do that soon... but I can't afford to put money aside to dye it when I'm saving for my tattoo, no matter how badly I want it dyed.

Does your mom have a celebrity look-alike? I don't think so. There is, however, a deceased celebrity who had her exact first and last name, and people her age would sometimes point out how cool it was.

Why don’t girls like porn? ... Many... do...? I personally don't just because I have no interest in seeing two random people have sex, but that's just me.

Do you think it’s pretty when 100s of balloons are let loose into the sky? I don't even think about whether it's pretty or not, because I find it extremely, extremely upsetting. Those balloons end up as litter, and many animals even get wrapped up in the strings. If I'm not mistaken, in the ocean, some sea life mistake the deflated balloons as jellyfish and even ingest them. Don't fucking do this shit.

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lovelybarnes · 4 years ago

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peter- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, platonic!tony stark x peter parker, mom!natasha romanoff x reader, platonic!harley keener x reader

warnings: none?

about: based off of this (tiktok trend where you call your boyfriend/husband by their name)

a/n: i wanted to start a tiktok series for the longest time and this is a nice start right? i'm going to include all of the people i write for, i just need to find trends lmao. i hope y'all like this!

you pouted, glaring at tony as he ignored you, continuing to steal peter’s attention away from you. in his defense, you had done that to him before, dragging peter away by the hand the second he finishes in the lab. you could feel the smug look tony was sending your way as you gave up, and you kicked at dum-e in retaliation. “hey, bub? i’m gonna go train or something, please come get me when you’re done, i wanna spend time with you.”

peter nodded, looking over his shoulder for a second to pucker his lips at you and blow you a quick kiss, “okay, pretty girl, i promise i’ll be down in one or two hours- right?” he looked at tony, and the man responded with a distracted nod.

“promise?” you ask, too used to him saying the same thing and spending twice the amount of time. “of course, i can’t spend that much time away from you, angel.”

you blushed, muttering a “fine,” and heading down to the training room.

you were sprawled on the mat, chest heaving while natasha stared at you, “you good, y/n?”

“not great, mom, you really didn’t hold back today, did you?” you asked, eyes closed. you heard nat chuckle, poking you with her foot, “you did good, honey, i’m proud of you. i imagine peter is in your room sulking?”

you groaned at that, rolling over. “i doubt it. how long have we been sparring?”

“almost four hours, why?”

an hour or two, my ass, you thought, sighing. you stood, “nothing, just, he’s busy right now. is wanda around? loki? harley?”

natasha unwrapped her hands, asking for yours as she spoke, “wanda’s on a date with vision, loki is… probably being the god of mischief somewhere, and harley is in the common room doing something.”

you thanked her as she took the bands away, stretching your fingers.

“thank you, nat, i’m gonna go take a shower, thanks for letting me beat your ass,” she shoved you lightly as you walked past, and you giggled, walking to the elevator. pushing up against the glass that let you see into the lab, you spotted peter, slumped down on a bean bag chair tony had put in his lab for your boyfriend. his mouth was moving, hands in the air, and tony was in front of him, nodding along to whatever he was saying with a screwdriver uselessly in his hand. you managed to catch a sliver of their conversation,

“you know how i told you yesterday about ned? well, today, he…”

busy indeed, you thought with a scowl, watching as the elevator rose past the floor and up to yours. you grumbled as you walked to your room and resisted the desire to simply drop on your bed and call harley over, stepping into your bathroom instead.

ten minutes later, you were on the couch of the main room with harley, your head smushed against his shoulder, paying attention to the screen of your phone instead of the movie on the television. “so, you’re angry at peter?” harley asked, and you looked up at him, shaking your head.

“no, no, i’m just upset, i’ve barely seen him all week, and he promised he’d be out in an hour or two, but it’s been four-”

“maybe he’s busy?” harley offered, and you scoffed, “yes, gossipping about ned-”

harley bit his lip, “maybe it was a break?”

you shrugged at that, leaning on him again, “maybe. i still miss him, though.”

harley hummed as you scrolled past the videos on tiktok, coming across one of the couple videos that had been popping up on your for you page ever since you posted a video with peter.

harley swiped your phone in excitement, pointing at the video, “hey, you should do this! scare him a little.”

you tilted your head in confusion, taking your phone back apprehensively, “do what? you didn’t even let me watch, and what are you talking about?”

your eyes settled on your phone, mint letters reading calling my boyfriend by his name instead of his pet name. you laughed at it, realizing that harley was right.

as if reading your mind, harley smirked, “he would freak out, sometimes i think you forget each other’s real names.” you gave him a look, and he raised his arms in a sign of surrender. “i don’t know, it’s not a bad idea. people have been asking me to prank him for a while now.”

“see?” harley said, satisfied with himself. “i’ll do it, if i ever see him again, that is.”

“oh, you are so dramatic,” harley huffed. “you love me,” you scoff, and you feel him nod, “yes i do, now, go away, i haven’t been able to concentrate on my movie at all since you came here.”

you harrumph, and just as though on cue, you hear peter come through the door of the living room. you hum when you feel him press his lips on your forehead, “hi, beautiful,” he greets, shoving harley’s head away as his hello.

“hello to you too,” harley mutters, and you feel peter tug at you, “come on, let’s go to your room.” you laugh and pat harley’s thigh, “i’ll see you later, harls.” he waves you off, and you stand before letting peter drag you to your room. right when you’ve clicked the button to your floor, peter still outside of the elevator, you remember the video, stiffening up. “actually, can you get me some water, peter?” you ask, and you only catch a glimpse of peter’s face as his eyebrows furrow, voice saying a cut off “yeah,” the elevator doors closing on his face. you chuckle while the elevator lifts, scrambling to pull out your phone and setting it up to make a tiktok. you sprint to your room, closing the door quietly and sitting on your bed, pretending like you were on your phone as you waited for peter’s hurried steps to come closer.

three tentative knocks came from your door and you clicked record before telling peter to come in. “hey, princess,” he spoke softly, and you smiled, “hi peter.”

he winced, setting down the glass of water on your table. you gave an insincere frown, “what’s wrong?”

“i just- did i do something wrong?” peter asked, puppy eyes in full blow. “no?” you say, feigning confusion, “why?”

“it’s- you called me peter,” he whined, and you breathed out in a sort of laugh, “is that not your name?” you queried, and peter puffed out his cheeks, “you only call me that when you’re mad.”

you laugh fully now, “when have you ever seen me mad at you, peter?”

peter crosses his arms, huffing, “i don’t know a peter.”

your mouth falls open slightly, “peter!-” you don’t get to finish when peter turns his head away from you, bottom lip jutting out and eyes looking up at nothing, “peter isn’t here, i’m bubba, or handsome, or-”

“oh my god,” you snicker, “dude, it’s-”

peter turns to you, mouth open in indignation, “dude- y/n/n!” he cries, and you drop your phone on the bed, noticing the video is done.

you’re smiling, stretching your arms out to him as a peace offering, “it was just a tiktok, petey, and it was also all harley’s idea-”

“i thought you were mad!” he complains, accepting your arms and wrapping his own around your waist, head on your chest. you respond with a small snort, running your fingers through his curls, “i didn’t think it was this big of a deal, it’s just your name, bub.”

peter doesn’t respond, nuzzling his head further into your boobs, “mean.”

you just roll your eyes, grabbing your phone to post the tiktok (which amassed over three million likes after an hour).

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intercoursefluids · 3 years ago

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The Impromptu Sleepover Part 1

“Alright! The adults are asleep what do you guys want to do?”

Alya being Alya, decided to take over the sleepover to celebrate Marinette’s friends finally realizing (or in most cases finally speaking up) about Lila’s lies.

“Swordfight!”

“Movie Marathon!”

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

Different ideas all resound from the girls currently huddled in Marinette’s room, all the boys trying to pretend they didn’t exist.

Only nine people were there, Adrien had wanted to come to the sleepover, but his dad wouldn’t let him.

These 10 were the only ones from her class to come back to her and apologize once they realized who the real victim was.

Marinette almost couldn’t believe her eyes when Alix, Alya, Kagami, Chloe, Nino, Kim, Max, Nathaniel, and Marc came up to her asking for her back.

The only ones who had actually believed Lila’s lies were Alya, Max, and Nathaniel but the others still apologized for not speaking out for her.

This group apology and cry session that immediately followed ended up with them holding a sleepover to celebrate their reconnection.

One thing Marinette forgot about though. Was the fact that Chat Noir would come to hang out with her on Fridays.

Which is why, when pebbles started hitting her window. She damn near had a heart attack when everyone else noticed immediately stopping their conversations.

“Mari, Love, Darling dearest. Who, might I ask, is throwing pebbles at your window?”

Every single one of her friends look at her with shit-eating grins as Kim blinks up innocently at her like he didn't just confirm for everyone there was in fact someone outside throwing a rock at her window.

Persistently.

With a deep sigh, Marinette grabs a lightsaber and spray bottle from the back of her closet.

"Alya, I am giving you permission to film this. I am NOT, however, to post this to any social media, and no one except for those in this room are to ever see the footage unless I give explicit permission otherwise. Understand?"

Alya nods frantically pulling out her phone as she and Marinette climb up to the balcony.

"Oh, Romeo Oh Romeo. Where art tho Romeo?"

Chat Noirs sarcastic call sounds from below with a bouquet of Alstroemeria, Amaryllis, and Blue Irises.

Alya hides behind the railing, just out of Chat Noir's sight as she films the interaction.

With a deep sigh, Marinette turns to Chat with regret and sorrow written all across her face, making Chat pause.

"Princess? What's the matter-"

"I'm sorry Chat Noir. But it's over."

The stricken look on his face almost makes Marinette feel sorry for him.

Almost.

"I don't understand? Did I do something wrong?"

With another deep sigh, Marinette runs a hand over her face.

"It's over Chat."

Faking tears, Marinette ever so slowly pulls the lightsaber from behind her back turning it on making the red illuminate half her face.

"I have the high ground."

Marinette sniffles for good measure as Alya finally catches on. Turning her phone back to Chat to see him looking like he was about to cry before it finally clicks.

His face goes blank as he stares up at one of his best friends.

"I hate you so much."

Marinette cackles as he pulls out his baton, stretching up to her balcony to be face to face with her.

"I can't believe that guy calls you 'Angel'. Your halo hides your horns too well and- Ladyblogger? What are you doi- Eep!"

He cuts off abruptly as Marinette squirts him in the face with the spray bottle making him reel back with a yowl.

In his haste to get away, he knocks himself off balance starting to fall over backward until Marinette grabs his bell yanking him forward.

"Okay, that is it! I'm going home and I'm telling Ladybug you're picking on me."

Marinette wheezes, trying to get her breath back and just giving up. Climbing down her skylight to collapse in a pile of giggles.

Chat and Alya both follow her down. Alya pushing her off her bed so Kim has to catch her before she hits the floor.

"Please Alya. PLEASE, tell me you got his reaction on film."

Alya smirks showing the video currently saving to her phone.

"Of course I did. Now we have a new guest here now assuming that Chat wants to stay for the sleepover."

Chat's eyes widen, looking every part the excited kitten.

"Can I?! I've never been to a sleepover before!"

All of the girls gasp in horror, surrounding Chat as they search through drawers and Marinette's closet.

Marinette, always one step ahead, runs to chat.

"Go in the bathroom, detransform put these on, and come back out. I'm assuming your Kwami eats camembert cheese since you constantly smell like it. I swear no one here is going to find out your identity or even try if they don't want me to put them on blast with all of the dirt I have on them. Now go!"

Chat is shoved into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him. Doing as he is told in fear of Marinette, Chat detransforms catching Plagg as he cackles in the air.

"Oh, I like her! She'd make a great kitten, with how easy it is for her to cause chaos, just how I like it!."

Shaking his head at his cackling Kwami as he got dressed. Putting the mask Marinette made him on trying it securely around his head. Stepping out to find Marinette coming back with a LARGE tray of food and everyone else huddled around Alya's phone.

Chat can't help the startled yelp he lets out when Alix pulls him down to her, gently petting his hair as she glares at Marinette.

"You're a monster Marinette. How could you do that to him?! Look at his face! His little baby face! He looked heartbroken!"

Marinette snorts at the playful scolding.

"Let him go, Alix. Go find your own stray."

Alix snorts as Marinette pulls a blushing Chat to her hugging him close. Marinette sits down dragging him with her as he buries his face in her hair. Too embarrassed to speak.

He doesn't have a babyface. Does he?

"Awe come on Mari, you found the cutest one the least you could do is share him!"

Everyone laughs as Kim makes a grab for Chat just for Marinette to pull him closer to her.

"Noooooo, this is MY alley cat! Go find your own!"

Chat Noir would never admit how hard he had to fight down his purr when Marinette started petting his hair.

You know. Before he lost that battle and a purr sounded loudly through his chest.

"Please stop. It's not fair and you're embarrassing me. Mariiiiii! Stooooooop."

Everyone laughs when Chat complains for Marinette to stop, even as he starts to melt into a puddle on her lap.

"One of these days I'm going to tell M'lady on you and she's gonna dangle you from the Eiffel Tower."

Now, under normal circumstances, everyone would be worried, but it's hard to be serious when one of Paris's superheroes is melted in a puddle in your friend's lap with a purr so loud it's hard to understand him.

"I'm pretty sure Ladybug would dangle YOU from the Eiffel Tower for being in a girls room this late, without letting her parents know. Even more, so that you detransformed in front of us. Still want to tell Ladybug on Marinette?"

Everyone turns to Marc, Nathaniel's adorable spouse as they radiate badassery.

Chat's purr stutters before starting up just as loudly again.

"I will no longer be telling M'lady."

Marinette snorts leaning back on her chaise as Chat adjusts himself so he's laying between her legs with his head on her stomach. Facing the rest of the class as Marinette plays with his hair.

"Are you guys dating?"

"Of course they are Cesaire. Ridiculous-!"

"Utterly ridiculous!" "Ew! No!"

Are the two different responses that cut Chloe off. The group finishing Chloe's catchphrase as Marinette and Chat Noir look at the rest of the class in disgust.

"Okay, first of all. Chat what the HELL do you mean 'ew'? Marinette is a babe, and everyone in this room has had a crush on her at least once before. How dare you say 'ew' like you would never date her you would be incredibly lucky if she even considered you."

Alya states with a finger in Chat's face.

Alix, Alya, Kagami, Chloe, Max, Kim, Nathaniel, Marc, and Nino all looking incredibly offended for Marinette even as she blushes and tries to hide her face.

"Guys, stop! And what do you mean all of you? Half of you are dating each other!"

Chat snickers at her distress, pulling out his burner phone and snapping a picture of her face.

"Okay, there may or may not be a literal 'Queen Marinette Club" or 'QMC' for short. We even have several social media accounts dedicated to giving you the credit you deserve. Before you ask this started that one time we went to Gotham and you answered all of the Riddler's riddles and yelled at Nightwing and Robin for their poor fashion choices and called Batman a furry when he tried to stop you."

Surprisingly Nathaniel is the one who answers instead of Alya as she pulls out her phone.

"We didn't even start the club! It was some people in Gotham who did. Max is the one who found out about it."

Sweet Marc, sweet sweet Marc never knowing when to stop before Marinette popped a blood vessel from blushing so hard.

"Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Cat Woman, The Riddler, the entire Batfamily (Batman included), and even some of the Waynes follow the accounts. Not to mention the other celebrities you've befriended like Mr. Stone and Ms. Nightingale."

Max reads off of his phone, seemingly proud of Marinette's followers.

"Even my mom follows you, Mari. That says something."

Chat looks up cackling as Marinette tries to suffocate herself with a pillow, Plagg rolling around on her hair as he clutches his stomach.

"Dang! Pigtails has some, what's it called? Clout! You're famous, kitten!"

Marinette whimpers from behind the pillow, her face practically radiating heat.

Chat snorts before turning back to the group.

"Number one I am well aware that Marinette is awesome and that I would be the luckiest man in the world to have her as my girlfriend. However, she's basically my little sister, same as Ladybug. Sorry to burst your bubble, Alya. Number two, she already has a boyfriend, has for a little over a year now, and he scares me. I am not testing if I really have nine lives cause he would take all of them. Number three, can you show me the 'QMC' accounts I want to follow them."

The room is silent as Marinette glares at Chat.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Princess? It's not like this is new informa-! They didn't know did they?"

Marinette reaches under her, pulling out a very nice-looking dagger from under the cushions of her chaise.

"Say goodbye to eight of your lives Chat. I need a new black fur hat."

Chat yelps scampering away from Marinette on all fours as she lunges for him with Plagg chasing after them laughing.

They keep running around the room until they pass Kim and he reaches out and grabs Marinette, trapping her in his arms.

"Okay, nice knife. Not sure where you got it nor do I want to know. Second of all, what's this about a boyfriend?"

Everyone surrounds her as Alix pulls the dagger from her hands putting it back under the cushions.

"Why haven't we heard of any boyfriend? Are you out of your mind?"

Alya's calm tone is very misleading as Chat hides behind her.

"He didn't want anyone to know just in case people claim for me to be a gold digger. Scratch that, I didn't want anyone to know so he didn't get sued for assault if anyone called me a gold digger and he found out."

Chat snorts.

"Yeah, you, definitely a gold digger. You know, since you didn't even realize who he was for the first 5 or 6 months of your relationship."

Marinette's glare does nothing as a blush covers her face.

"We don't speak of it Chat. I can and will still skin you."

Everyone looks at Marinette in shock.

"Okay, so all we know is that they are a he. He is rich enough to make people assume Marinette, Marinette of all people, is a gold digger and they are in a secret relationship. Who is it?"

Max looks up from his phone, where he is no doubt taking notes.

Marinette looks at the ground mumbling something that no one but Chat can make out thanks to his super hearing. He laughs and walks over to her phone unlocking it as Marinette finally answers.

"Damian Wayne."

Everyone looks at Marinette in a mix of shock and confusion before Chloe bursts out laughing.

"Only you Marinette. Only you would get over your crush on a millionaire heir to fall for a literal billionaire heir without even realizing it."

She breaks off into hysterical laughter as everyone turns to chat who is now on Marinette's computer connected to her phone as a facetime call takes place.

It answers on the second ring to someone who is most definitely NOT Damian Wayne.

"Hey Pixie Pop! Sorry, but I had to steal the phone from demon spawn. He was trying to kill me and Dick with a spoon and lunged for his phone as soon as it started ringing. Me and Dick were closer so we grabbed it and are now trying to find somewhere to hide so he doesn't actually kill us. Dick wanna say 'Hi'?"

Everyone hears a shout of 'sure' from someone out of the frame before the phone is passed over to someone who looks much like the first, except they are older and have no white streak in their hair.

"Hey, nettie! How's school?"

Chat smirks, covering Marinette's mouth as she tries to reply. A door slams shut as the two guys hunker in the near darkness, a lock clicking into place.

"School is great thanks for asking. Could be better but we are all getting by."

Two faces appear on screen looking a mix between worried and angry.

"I swear to god if you are holding Pixie Pop for ransom you will have the rage of all of Gotham fall upon you."

Chat just looks confused before remembering that he's wearing a mask and is holding Marinette's mouth shut.

"Oh! No, I'm not holding her hostage, we're friends. Chat Noir, Parisian superhero at your service. I just wanted to prank her boyfriend, she's having a sleepover and I was invited."

Their expressions immediately relax.

"Oh good. I was worried about what would happen when everyone else found out. Especially Damian."

Both boys shudder and smile as everyone else in the room comes into the frame.

One of them opens their mouth to speak before a loud bang comes from the door. Two equal looks of fear take over their faces.

A second later a loud bang fills the air as the door basically explodes open, high-pitched screams of terror fill the air before all is silent a new face filling to screen.

"Sorry Habibti, my brothers are imbeciles with death wishes. What do you need?"

"Wow, Habibti? I didn't know you felt that way about me Damian, or should I give you a pet name too?"

Chat's grin SCREAMS mischief, as Damian looks down an ice-cold glare in place.

"Let go of my girlfriend before I fly down there and skin you alive regardless of her wishes."

Everyone shivers at the pure venom in Damian's voice as Chat lets go holding his hands up in the air as he grins.

"Sorry, sorry. Letting go."

Marinette and Damian both glare at him before turning to each other, both looks immediately softening.

"Sorry, Shaytan. I'm having a sleepover and Chat outed our relationship and decided it would be funny to call you."

His smile is so gentle it shocks the rest of Marinette's friends.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault the Cat is a moron. I miss you. When do you think you can come back?"

Both of them choose to ignore Chats highly offended 'Hey!' as well as everyone else in the room with Marinette.

"That depends on when you want me there and when I can catch a flight."

Damian sits down at a table pulling a laptop to him as he sets up his phone so she can still see him.

"Well I want you here now, and I can have you a flight soon enough if I ask Father to get the family jet ready. If I work fast I can have you here by tomorrow morning, if not sooner."

Marinette looks shocked.

"You can't just ask your Father to get a plane ready just for me Damian!"

He glances back at the phone before going back to his computer.

"Why not? Everyone here loves you and if you're worried about the cost of it I can assure you a single minute of your time is worth far more than a measly plane ride."

Kim and Alya make cooing noises at the two from the sweetness of it all as Kagami steps up wrapping her arms protectively around her.

"Before you make any more trip plans you are going to tell me what you plan to do with Marinette in the future. I will not allow her to be some temporary girlfriend if you aren't serious about her."

Damian turns back to the phone looking past Marinette to acknowledge the others for the first time since the call started.

"I can assure you I don't want Marinette to be temporary. I plan to marry her and I truly couldn't care less if any of you have a problem with it."

Marinette's face invents a new shade of red as everyone coos over how cute that is. After getting over their initial shock of course.

"Habibti, do you want them to be able to come with you next time you come over? I can have father speak to their parents if they don't agree right away."

"Are you sure that would be okay?"

Marinette's timid voice makes Damian look away from his computer.

"Why wouldn't it be? If you don't want them to come with you then they don't have to, I know that you have some trouble with a few of your classmates. Seeing how late it is there I would have thought these were the ones who didn't turn on you or came back once they realized how idiotic they were to leave in the first place."

"Rude, but true."

Damian chooses to ignore Alya.

"No I would like for them to come, it could be fun! I'm just worried about space and where everyone would sleep."

Damian snorts.

"You have nothing to worry about, if you don't want them to stay in a hotel they can stay with us in the manor, there's plenty of space. And if there isn't enough space you can just sleep with me in my room."

He finishes off with a cheeky grin as Marinette sputters.

"You can't just say stuff like that Damian! It was bad enough that you said you planned to marry me, you don't need to add sharing a bed to the pile!"

Damian has the audacity to look confused.

"What do you mean? I never hid my plans to marry you nor my feelings, I don't get what the big deal is about sharing a bed anyway. It's not like Alfred would let us do anything and we wouldn't even have the chance with the circus monkeys I call brothers."

Several offended voices with 'I heard that!' 'Excuse me?' and 'You love us and you know it!'s all sound from his end.

Alix and Kim are basically collapsed onto each other as they wheeze at his bluntness.

Marinette sighs resting her head on her hands with a 'why do I even bother?' before looking up again.

"Fine, how is next weekend for everyone. I know Adrien will want to be included and I don't think he has anything going then. It will give me enough time to convince everyone's parents if need be and pack."

Everyone agrees and they end the call. Damian and Marinette saying their respective I love yous and Goodnight/Good mornings.

"I'm going to duel him."

"Kagami NO!"

Kagami looks Marinette dead in the eyes before smiling.

"Kagami yes."

#maridami #daminette #marinette x batfam #dc x mlb #Fluff interactions

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xgoldendays · 3 years ago

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and another one! tagged by my mom @whaticameherefor

when did you start watching shameless?

around summer 2016. I saw a gifset on here that one of my glee mutuals reblogged and I was caught by ian and mickey immediately. I watched a few of their scenes on youtube and then started s1 the next day.

how did you start getting involved in the gallavich fandom?

tumblr has always been my happy place in many fandom experiences so I kind of just dived in headfirst. I followed a bunch of people in the tags, reblogged gifs, started making edits, wrote a bunch of discourse, and followed the filming periods every year. it was only until last year that i finally decided to write fics myself and i’m glad I did.

favourite shameless character? (other than ian & mickey of course)

Lip, easily.

what plotline from the show irked you the most?

just so much of s8. I can’t even name one thing only.

favourite line from the show?

“liking what I like don’t make me a bitch.”

fanfic(s) you can’t stop thinking about:

i’m on my phone so linking this would be a nightmare, i’m sorry 😭😭 but thinking about cooperative gameplay always and forever. love is a ballfield. none the wiser. boy in the box. restoration.

this is not counting fics i’m currently reading, just to clarify 👍

The best concert(s) you’ve been to:

fall out boy during the save rock and roll tour. nothing like it.

comfort movie franchise:

Harry Potter, DC but mostly the Harley Quinn universe, Mighty Ducks, Back to the Future

piercings/tattoos?:

two piercings in each ear, five tattoos but soon to be six

most rewatched tv show:

Shameless 🙄

pet peeves:

people that smack their mouths when they eat or people that walk too slowly right in front of you

random fact about yourself:

I have a 300+ funko pop collection and i’m proud 😅

tagging @buffymilkovich @matteoamiras @mickeysfreckles @lethargicmick @thisaintmacys-bitch @7x10mickey @ianmillkovichgallagher @ianrightsonly @catgrassplantdad — if you did it, i’m sorry and i’m just waving at you quietly 👋

#about me #tag games

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years ago

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I have words.

I freaked out when Harley said “I told her the best way to get revenge from a boy is fucking his dad” girl, I could have broken my neck because of the whiplash. I dropped my phone, got up so fast I got dizzy. Realistically I knew you wouldn’t do that but then I thought maybe she did duck with Bruce a little and sent him some toxin to get rid of him. I still need to know how it all happened. Cause if it was not Ivy, I’m honestly keeping her as number 1 suspect, and it was not Y/N THE WHO THE FUCK HAS THE POWER TO DO THAT?!

I felt so sad when she had to leave Jon’s house. I was almost expecting Clark to just stop her and tell her “stay in the shed and don’t kill me” I don’t know something like that.

She is so amazing. Created a life for herself, in her own dreamy apartment. Making herself invisible. I felt for her. And it makes me so happy that her moms are so proud of her. I kinda want her to be super a villain and kinda want her to be good. Still undecided, maybe she could be both. Maybe she could sabotage big corporations from the inside. That would so epic. Like Power Tech or whatever they’re called. It would be such a badass move to get inside and just fuck everything up.

Talia is such a weird character to me. I get she’s the true devil’s spawn but damn she’s so open about being that. I love her, ish. I think out of the two of them, Damian is the one that’s sadder and lonelier. I mean, he went back to a place he dislikes, because the place he liked was fucking ruined by his self righteous father. He left literally a perfect life for him. I know he has a strained relationship with his father, but I think he’d much rather be with him than with his overzealous mother. As I write this is realise both his parents are overzealous, regardless, he prefers his father’s ideals. Or at least that’s what I like to think. Plus, he’s got Dick and co. When he thought about the children thing, I felt my heart beat erratically. It was heartbreakingly romantic in a weird way.

Their reunion was so tense. I knew it was gonna be tense but it was so amazing. Him just shocked, her just shocked, cheddar just like “what is he doing here and can he pet me”. Of course he kept tabs on her. Why was I surprised about that. And then back at the mansion, her just looking at him and the car ride, and them teaming up. I was half expecting it but I did not see it coming. I thought he was just gonna let her do her thing but no, boy does not want to let his beloved go alone and potentially risking her life and losing her forever more.

This was so cool. I’m so glad you’re giving us one more for the conclusion. I can’t wait to find out if we’re getting a happy ever after (I know it’s not gonna be a literal happy ever after. I mean, she’s the daughter of criminals, he is a Wayne and Talia’s, so some semblance of happy ever after).

@happinessisaloadedgun you will never fully understand how happy your messages make me. If everyone who read and enjoyed my fics sent things like that, I would literally never stop writing.

Thank you thank you thank you 🖤

Also, I fuckin lost it at “stay in the shed and don’t kill me”. 😂😂😂😂

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #348

“nothing will be free / nothing will be done / black out the sun”

Do you have any famous relatives? My third or so cousin is the author of Not Without My Daughter, but she's not like a smash hit or anything that most people know. I really do recommend the book, though. It's a long read, but a beautiful, true story. Do you care about celebrity gossip? Nah. Have you ever failed a science course in high school? No; I was very good at science. What’s your favorite breakfast food? Cinnamon rolls. Does your house have a basement? No. No house I've ever lived in has had one. Do you like Hot Topic? Well duh. Do you think imagination is valuable? VERY! Just imagine how many incredible things wouldn't exist without it. What was your reaction to your first time falling in love? Unspeakably happy, and I felt like I was building a future with someone. I felt like I had purpose, which I should mention to anyone reading is a mindset to NEVER adopt. No one gives you purpose; you're born with it. How much weight can you lift at once? Ha, not a lot. When you have your own house someday, what color Christmas tree do you want and how will you decorate it? I want a black one with faux snow on the branches, then maybe red ornaments. Kinda look like blood dripping off. Sounds metal. Name three YouTube channels you’ve been loving lately. Lately, John Wolfe, The Dark Den, and Aim To Head Mix. Have you ever bought a designer purse? No. Do you wear jewelry often? No. What color was your senior prom dress? Black. Are you colorblind? No. Name the people you know who are colorblind. Jason's older brother is colorblind to two colors, but idr which. Would you ever consider a career in writing? I'd love to. What was your first favorite color? Red. What do you think about horror movies? I love them. If you love them, what’s your favorite? I really enjoy The Crazies and both The Blair Witch Project movies. Oh, and of course Silent Hill. Got any cool Christmas presents picked out for family or friends yet? I don't have the money to get anyone presents... and while I sometimes get ideas about something I could make someone, then it wouldn't be fair to the rest of my family if I don't make them something, too. What’s your favorite word and why? I really like the sound of "serendipity," as well as its meaning. It's just a pretty, nice word. Do you like to do craft projects? If so, what’s the coolest thing you made? Not really... I think the coolest thing I made was when I put the clay heart I made in Art into a shadowbox, and a poem I wrote was in the background. It was a gift for Jason. I remember working really hard on the whole process and being really happy with it. I don't want to know what he's done with it since. What’s one occupation you think gets paid too much and doesn’t deserve to? I don't know. What’s something you are currently saving money for to buy? Everyone knows about Venus' terrarium by now... Do you smoke/vape? If so, what brand do you smoke/what device do you use? No. Ever done drugs? No. Tell me one of your worst habits. Catastrophizing. I take a tiny seed of something potentially bad, and in seconds it's a damn redwood tree. And I do mean "in seconds." What’s a weird quirk you have that no one else you know does? I don't know, I don't have any particularly unique ones, I think. If you game, what type of headset do you use? I just use earbuds. Do you think you would be a good therapist? You know, it's funny, I've actually pictured myself as one a few times, given my level of understanding and empathy for people, as well as how deeply I want to see others succeed and spread the word that recovery from things like depression is very possible. I've never truly entertained the thought, though, given I'm quite sure I legally couldn't be given my suicidal past and mental illnesses. There is also NO way I could listen to so many people's suffering and manage to stay healthy myself, so, no therapist position for me, thanks. Have you ever been to a Chinatown? No. Do you prefer chunky or creamy peanut butter? Creamy, 100%. Do you stop to pick up heads-up pennies? No. Do your pets have collars? Describe them: Roman has an adorable navy one with a bowtie. Do you have any friends that speak any languages you don’t understand? Old friends, sure. What is something you want to begin learning? I want to improve my ability to perform what in therapy is called "opposite action," where you do the opposite of what your depression (or other conditions) make you want to do. It always helps me feel good, like when I draw even when I don't initially feel like it, but it's rough to really force yourself to do it. What is a food you find comforting when you are sad? Ice cream is my comfort food. What is a quote you find comfort in? There are really a lot, but none come to mind immediately, gah. What is one Tumblr blog you really appreciate? I actually haven't been on my main Tumblr in months, but oh my god there is a Markiplier blog called "lady-raziel" and she is FUCKING HYSTERICAL. The meme quality is A+. What is a comfort movie/show for you? When I actually liked watching movies, I enjoyed watching Silent Hill when I was down. That whole franchise just makes me so happy. What is a recent creative project that you are proud of? That I'm PROUD of, idk. I'm not that happy with the last drawing I made, and I haven't done any serious writing lately that I find noteworthy. What is a video game that you find comforting? Shadow of the Colossus is probably #1. I find it so relaxing while equally epic as fuck. The soundtrack is to die for, and after playing it a billion times, it's pretty easy for me to kinda breeze through and just enjoy myself. Do you know how to bake bread? If so, what is something you’ve baked recently? No. Would you rather live in the mountains, city, beach, or the forest? THE MOUNTAINS!!! Particularly in the woods IN the mountains! Are you closer to your mother’s or father’s side of the family? Mom's. I don't even remember anyone from Dad's. Have you ever been in a “perfect relationship”? I thought so. Have you ever lost a fingernail or toenail? No. Were you a Disney or Nickelodeon kid? I preferred Disney. Have you ever been inside a jail/prison? No, and I don't plan on it. Have you ever dated a guy with a beard, mustache, or goatee? Jason had a goatee usually. He'd go clean-shaven sometimes. Did you ever name your stuffed animals? I named every single one I got as a kid. Now I don't, really, unless they're really special. What’s the name of the person who cuts your hair? I'd rather not share, given her name is very unique. Do you like cheeseburgers? Yes, they're one of my favorite foods. Do you have a Flickr? Yes, but I don't use it anymore. Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? No. Do you drink milk? Yeah, I love milk. Where was your FB display pic taken? My room. Have you ever burnt your tongue like REALLY bad? If so, what on? Yeah; white rice. My dumb ass didn't realize it had JUST come off the stove. My tongue hurt literally for weeks. Have you ever gotten your legs waxed? No. Do you own any CLOTHES from Victoria’s Secret? Er, are undergarments not clothes? But I know what you mean. No. What are your grandfathers’ names? William and... I can't remember Dad's dad's name. Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Well yeah. Are you against seances? I don't know if I believe in them being effective, but either way, they seem like a bad idea. Even risking luring a negative energy/spirit to you is something I'd stay away from. Do you own any superhero shirts? No, just Harley Quinn ones, some with the Joker on them, too. I need to toss 'em though because I am like, violently against romanticizing their abusive relationship. I used to just like them as a story character couple, but I got to a place where it just seemed... wrong to "glorify" it by wearing merch and stuff. What band has the best guitar solos? Metallica, durrrr. Who is the biggest jerk you’ve ever met? Can you believe that would be my former best friend? Have you ever swerved off the road to avoid hitting an animal? I've never had an animal in my path. Have you ever grown your own herbs? No. Do you like kissing in public? If you're my serious s/o, I could care less, so long as it's a simple peck. I'm not making out in front of people. Do you think someone has feelings for you? I don't know. Do you want to be in a relationship this year? I don't know. I'm lonely and love feels amazing, but I need to get my life on track before I can be a good partner to someone and not just dead weight. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? Huh, funny, he's the one that walked away. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? Uhhh that would depend on how serious we are, where we are, and just what mood I'm in. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? ugh What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? also ugh What’s your dirtiest secret? TMI AHEAD. Probably receiving oral while bare-ass naked on the chaise in the living room while we were home alone. Or having sex in my sister’s bed. Oops. Would you ever get lyrics tattooed on yourself? Yeah. I already do, anyway, and I plan on getting another. Can you photoshop images well? I'm decent at it. Where did you last drive to? Mom and I went to go get our Covid vaccines today. What’s the first verse of the last song you listened to? "I don't know what we're supposed to be, but I know we lost it along the way to something better, something so much more than pleasure that we seek, so blind inside to fill these holes left by these lies that we tell to ourselves as we manufacture our own hell." What do you hear right now? The aforementioned song: "BLACKOUT" by 3TEETH. What was the last thing you laughed about? This is so fucking immature lmao but when we were driving earlier, we passed a gas station that had a sign that was advertising Coke, but due to space limitations, it abbreviated to "2 liter Cok" and I cackled like a child. Mom laughed harder than I did. Do you know any gay people personally? Ye. What was the last thing that startled you? I think it was a car hoonking at somebody the other day. What was the last thing to make you even remotely sad? Today's been a kind of rough PTSD day thanks to Facebook. My old high school friend had her beautiful daughter, a childhood friend just got married the other day, another friend is due to have her baby in just a couple weeks... It's just weird but even more painful to know it was the life I once fantasized about with a guy that just dropped me and made a break for it. I hate admitting that there's this deep, deep bitterness in me about it, like he took my life away from me, even though that's of course very unfair to say. I don't want to talk about this anymore, so moving on with my day.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''blackout'' by 3teeth

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goldenpctals · 4 years ago

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TRUTH BOOTH, mackenzie edition

GENERAL QUESTIONS

1. Please state your full name: I’m Mackenzie Juniper Quinn 2. Does your name(s) have any kind of meaning? If so, what is it? I was named ever my mother’s grandmother, Mackenzie and Juniper was my own grandmother. So classic, right? 3. Do you have any nicknames? A few. Kenz, Kenzie 4. Where were you born? And in which country? Born and raised in Brisbane, Queensland. Also known as Australia 5. What is your date of birth? November 1, 1995 6. Of course, the following question; what is your Zodiac sign? Scorpio 7. Do you believe in Zodiac signs? No, they never add up. There is a moment where every now and then, I can relate to a certain post. However, Zodiac signs are just a myth to me 8. Where do you live? I jump between Violet Springs and London 9. What is your home situation like? (ex. do you live with your family? Your partner etc.?) In London, I have my own apartment, but in Violet Springs, I live with Theo. I have an apartment in London because of my work duties 10. Do you have any siblings? I have one twin brother named Sebestian who constantly reminds me that he is the oldest by 30 seconds. Sad 11. Do you have any kind of allergies? Peanut allergy 12. Do you own any pets? If so, what kind of pets are they? Do snakes back home in Australia count? We usually occur a wild snake every now and then. They keep seem to come back? 13. Why did you apply to St Jude’s? My mom recommended it to me and eventually, I had a scholarship 14. Did you had to go through a lot audition rounds? No, I was discovered 15. What is the current course you’re following? Acting, mostly on screen/tv 16. If you can switch courses, which one would you switch to and why? Producing. It’s a new journey I’m starting at the moment 17. What is your proudest project you’ve done? I, Tonya 18. What is the proudest project that someone’s else has done? Anything Mason does. His work is absolutely fascinating 19. Do you like FanCons? I do 20. What do you like about FanCons? The answer would be pretty obvious, but meeting fans and getting to know them 21. What don’t you like about FanCons? Too personal questions. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s FanCon and fans will ask questions, but some are unbelievably severe 22. A fan memory that always stuck with you? Can be positive or negative. Whenever they dress up as Harley Quinn. That always stays absolutely adorable 23. Your favorite event so far? I love any kind of award show 24. What kind of event would you like to see in the future? Maybe some kind of camping / surviving trip? 25. Would you recommend St Jude’s to friends, family. etc? Depends. If you handle the pressure and you are career-focused, then yes. If you can’t handle the drama, then no

PERSONALITY QUESTIONS

26. What are your positive traits? Passionate, purposeful and patient. The 3 P’s that Quinn’s usually swear by 27. What are you negative traits? Incredibly stubborn and a little too fierce 28. What would other people describe you as? I hope positive things. But I know some of them have a lot to say other wise, oops 29. What are your pet peeves? Picking men over your friends 30. What makes you happy? Family, genuine friends, working 31. What makes you upset? The classic: ‘seeing one of my loved ones upset’ 32. What is something you love? Working. I’m a workaholic 33. What is something you dislike? Being so proud of something and then not getting the recognision that everyone deserves 34. What are you strengths? I would like to say that I’m organised? 35. What are you weaknesses? Picking my head over my heart. Poor choices have been made, unfortunately 36. A misconception people often think of you? That I’m a spoiled brat, probably. Little did they know, everything I’ve done, has been acchieved by me, myself and I 37. Do you have any fears? Yes, but I’m passing this one since I have 3 passes 38. What scares you the most? Tiny holes. They are awful 39. What do you do to entertain yourself? Work out, go shopping or be around my friends 40. What is your MBTI? My MBTI type is ESFP 41. How do you deal with stress? Talk to Amber, she is like my personal therapist 42. Are you a determined person? Are you a stubborn person? Stubborn, very 43. Do you consider yourself selfish? I am. However, since when is this a bad thing? You should be looking out for yourself? 44. Would you like to be different? No, I don’t 45. Are you more introverted (focused on your inner world) or more extraverted (focused on other people and the outer world)? Extraverted

ROMANCE QUESTIONS

46. What is your sexual orientation? My sexuality is: Heterosexual 47. Current relationship status? I’ve been in a relationship with Theo Carmichael for a couple of years now, even when we had our low moments, I still adore him 48. When was your first kiss? Behind a bar, I was drunk and snuck out of my house 49. Do you remember your first date? If so, with who was it? What did you do? Yes, it was that awful that I’m sparing you the details. You’re welcome! 50. Have you ever experienced heart-break? Pass 51. Have you ever been in love? (If yes, skip to question 53) I have! 52. If no, how so? n/a 53. How do you know when you’re in love? Honestly, this was pretty hard for me to answer. I have experienced multiple relationships in my past and with Theo, things were just different. There was so much more and he opened up a whole new world to me by being so patient and understand 54. What would be your ideal date? Take me on an adventure and you’re good to go 55. What is your perspective on marriage? Being pressured into marriage is never good. My parents tend to do so. However, I would love to get married someday. 56. (only for non-virgins) Are you a sub, dom or switch? You had the audicity to ask that? 57. What do you think of relationships? If you’re in love, then it’s wonderful. I wish people stopped getting their lonely souls mixed into business they shouldn’t even be in 58. What do you think of one-night stands? Used to, but it’s a no for me, thanks 59. Are you still a virgin? No, I’m not 60. Most attractive trait in a different person? Passion 61. What matters most to you when it comes to a relationship? Being truthful to one another and talk things out if there is something to talk about. I’m still learning this myself 62. Are you comfortable with PDA? Or would you be comfortable with PDA? Not the biggest fan, but I don’t really mind it? 63. Are you more of a type to be asked out or the type to ask the other out? The one to be asked out 64. How do you express love to the other? *looks away at Theo* 65. Who is your celebrity crush? If I don’t say my boyfriend, he will probably ignore me for a solid week and come back with a replacement for me. Probably a dog. So, my boyfriend, Theo

GETTING DEEP QUESTIONS

66. Do you regret anything? Yes, I do 67. Is there something you woule like to re-do? So, start all over again? There are a couple of things yes. But that’s for me to know and for you to dot.. dot.. dot.. 68. What is something you would never share with anyone? What happened in Brisbane on July 20, 2012 (OOC: This is that her secret happened) 69. When was the last time you cried? Why did you cry? Yesterday. Sometimes I tend to get overwhelmed by the pressure of my parents. Bash thinks he isn’t their favorite and always calls me out for being the favorite. I don’t think he knows what they want me to be 70. Most memorable event that happened in your time in St Judes? This could be anything: I almost drowned whenever the ship sunk. This happened twice. Twice? Like, excuse me? Did St Judes raised their insurance policy? I hope they did 71. One thing you wish you could do all over? See question 67 72. Someone you miss? People leave for a reason. It is what it is 73. Something you wish you could forget? Once again, July 20 2012 74. Who has the biggest impact on you? Disney has a pretty big impact on me. She is definitely someone I look up to, a lot. Also my mom or my grandmother 75. What is your perspective on love? Is it beautiful? Does it scare you? It shouldn’t be scary. If love scares you, are you ready for it? 76. What has hurt you in the past that you don’t want others to go through? Hm, can’t really think of something? 77. What is something you have gained, something you have lost and something you let go of during the past year? Gained: More confidence in my work. Lost? “Friends”. Let go of: Chopping my hair so short 78. Have you ever lost a friend? do you wish you would still be friends? Yes and no. 79. Do you have any triggers? What is the history behind these triggers and are they related to any disorders or mental illnesses? I don’t 80. If you could meet your 16 year old self, what would tell them? That life isn’t really that painful and that I should really get a sense of fashion.........

RANDOM QUESTION ROUND

81. Summer or Winter? Summer, any day 82. Cats or dogs? Dogs 83. Beach or mountains? Beaches, but I love the mountain view more 84. Phone calls or texting? Phone calls 85. Have you ever skipped class? Rarely

#stjudestruthbooth #q.

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waitineedaname · 5 years ago

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Mystery Next-Door

my @homestuckss gift for @culturalbloominggirl!! I heard “jaderose” and “small towns” and my brain screamed “CHILDHOOD FRIENDS” so here we are! I hope you like it, and happy holidays <3

also on ao3

Jade Harley was the mystery next-door.

She moved in on a crisp, cloudy November day with a multitude of overstuffed boxes, an older man with a moustache, and a large white dog.

Rose Lalonde was immediately fascinated.

Like any curious six year old, she asked her mother a million and one questions. Who were they? Would their dog eat Jaspers? Why does she live with her grandfather and not her parents?

Her mother, nursing a migraine, answered to the best of her ability. They're the Harleys, hun. I don't think their dog is going to eat Jaspers. I don't know why she lives with her grandpa. Why don't you go play with John and let mommy take a nap?

Rose put on her sneakers -- a point of pride that she could do it herself and John couldn't, even though they were the same age -- and left the house to give her mom some peace and quiet. She did not, however, turn in the direction of the Egbert house at the end of the block. Instead, she turned right and marched right up to the Harleys' front door.

With all the grown-up politeness she could muster, she rang their doorbell and waited. Behind the door, she heard a bright voice yell "I'll get it!" followed by the stomping of a child barreling down the stairs. In an instant, the door opened to reveal a young girl with a mess of dark hair and thick glasses.

"Hello," Rose said, attempting to put on the tone she heard her mother use when she had to be professional. "I'm Rose Lalonde. I live next-door."

The girl's mouth made a tiny "o" then split into a big grin. "Hi Rose! I'm Jade!"

Rose suddenly realized she had not planned this far ahead. "Um. Do you want to come out and play?"

"Yeah!" Jade's glee was evident. She turned to shout inside the house. "Grandpa! I'm going to play outside!"

"Bring Becquerel with you!" came her grandfather's answering shout. Jade giggled and stuck her fingers in her mouth to let out a sharp whistle. Rose blanched as she heard the clacking of claws as the large white dog she'd seen when they moved in came charging at Jade, bowling her to the ground. Jade shrieked with laughter, hugging the dog around its neck as he licked all over her face.

"Bec! No! Sit!" She laughed, eventually squirming out from underneath the dog. "Do you wanna pet him?" She asked, mistaking Rose's wide eyes for excitement instead of mild panic.

"...Does he bite?" Rose asked hesitantly.

"No! He's a very good boy. Right, Bec?" Bec let out a deafening bark in response.

Filled with too much pride and curiosity to back down now, Rose outstretched a hand towards Bec. He sniffed her curiously, then licked her palm, startling a laugh out of her. Rose satisfied herself with a few pets behind his ears, then stepped back.

"Come on." Rose said, gesturing for Jade to follow her. "I'll show you the creek."

The creek was a staple of Rose's childhood. She and John had discovered it just outside their neighborhood on one of their first excursions together. It was just removed enough to give them the giddy feeling of freedom that rowdy children crave, while still being within shouting distance of their parents. It had been their place for years, and from the moment Jade first visited it with Rose, it was her place too.

Jade was incorporated into their group immediately, morphing their duo into a trio with little fuss, and now that they were eight and all thick as thieves, it was hard to remember a time when she wasn't around.

The creek was the site of countless formative moments for the three of them. It was where Jade lost her first baby tooth. It was where John learned what poison ivy was. And it was where Rose realized her first crush.

It was a warm August evening, one of the few left of summer before they'd have to go back to school. Fireflies were lighting up the trees around them, and Jade had decided they should hunt for frogs.

Jade was far better at that kind of thing than John and Rose. Before her, most of their trips to the creek involved pretending to be wizards or Ghostbusters, balancing on the dryer rocks and pretending to blast each other with sticks. Jade was the one to introduce them to a brand new form of playtime found in collecting fireflies in their palms and chasing after lizards until they were out of breath and learning how to climb trees.

As expected, Jade managed to find twice as many frogs as them. Each pocket of her overalls gently cradled a frog, and her hands were slimy from all the ones she'd caught and let free. John had caught two, but they had both jumped out of his hands when he'd squealed with laughter at the cold feeling they left on his palms.

Rose had yet to catch a single one, and quite frankly, she was getting a little frustrated.

“I dunno Rose, I think they must just have something against you.” John teased when the fifth frog in three minutes hopped out of her reach. She sent him a glare, and he grinned at her, full of playful meanness built on a friendship formed in toddlerhood.

“How about I catch one for you?” Jade offered.

“I don’t need a pity frog.” Rose protested, but Jade was already splashing towards one of the banks of the creek. “Really, I don’t mind. Who am I to steal a hapless amphibian from his watery home? If he wants to continue his boring existence behind an algae-ridden rock, that’s his prerogative. In fact, I’m probably better off than you two because I’m not risking infecting my hands with a million frog diseases.”

“‘Bluh, I’m Rose and I read the thesaurus for fun and I think frogs are gross.’” John mimicked, pitching his voice up even though Rose was fairly certain his voice was already higher than hers. She huffed, and both John and Jade snickered. John plopped down in the mud on the side of the creek and started poking around for interesting rocks buried in the muck, and Rose contemplated joining him before Jade cried out in victory a few feet down.

“Got one!” Jade held her loosely clasped hands up and dashed back over to them as quickly as she could without slipping. “Okay, hold your hands like a little cup.” She instructed Rose.

Rose obliged, and Jade slid the frog into Rose’s waiting hands, quickly putting her own hands around Rose’s to guide her in closing her hands just enough to keep the frog from jumping out without crushing it in the process. Rose stared down at the creature peeking out between her thumbs, mystified. It wasn’t necessarily holding the frog that was getting to her, though the feeling of its rapid heartbeat against her palm was exciting. It was the realization that Jade had caught this frog specifically as a gift for her, and it was the feeling of Jade’s warm, dirt-covered hands wrapped around her own. It was looking up at Jade’s face and seeing her proud, buck-toothed grin, and it was the twigs that had inexplicably found their way into Jade’s curls, and it was the fireflies and dusk light painting flickering colors on Jade’s cheeks.

Rose’s heart leaped into her throat, and she suddenly found it harder to breathe.

In the exact same instant, the frog took advantage of her lapse in focus and took a leap of its own. The sudden movement startled Rose, and she yelped, stumbling backwards. Her foot skidded on the stone behind her, and she let out a sharp scream as she fell into the creekbed.

“Rose!” John and Jade shouted in unison, scrambling to help her up. They both took her by the upper arms and helped her to her feet, and she cried out in pain when the bruise rapidly forming on her hip made it hurt to stand. Her elbows were scraped from catching her fall, and the tears filling her eyes made her more pissed off than anything else. She wasn’t a little kid, she shouldn’t be crying about falling over anymore.

“I’ll get her mom!” John said, already sprinting in the direction of their houses, shouting, “Ms. Lalonde, Ms. Lalonde!”

“Do you want me to help you walk?” Jade offered gently. Rose sucked in a breath and willed the tears back into their ducts. She nodded and Jade wrapped her arm around Rose’s shoulders, guiding her out of the creek.

The bruise hurt like the dickens for the rest of the week, and her mother tsked when she saw the grime in her scrapes, but for a reason Rose couldn’t quite fathom, it was all made okay by Jade’s arm wrapped tight around her.

“I dunno Rosie, should I be worried about you goin’ to a sleepover with a boy?”

“Please, mother,” Rose rolled her eyes when she knew her mom couldn’t see them, emptying her backpack onto her bed, “It’s John. He doesn’t count.”

“Hm.” Her mother hummed a vague agreement from where she was leaning against Rose’s door frame. Rose knew her concerns about the sleepover were largely performative; she’d slept over at the Egbert house dozens of times before. “Isn’t that other boy going to be there? David or something?”

“Dave?” Rose scoffed, shoving pajamas into her bag. “As if I’d sink that low.”

“Aw, that’s mean.” She heard her mother sniff, and there was a beat of silence that Rose used to debate whether or not to bring any books. “I guess that just leaves Jade.”

Rose’s head snapped over to look at her for the first time in the conversation. She hadn’t mentioned her crush on Jade once in the four years she’d had it, and her mother hadn’t ever asked about it beyond superficial questions about whether she liked anyone at school. Despite that, there was inexplicably sharp look in her mother’s eyes, like she knew more than she was telling. She lifted her perfectly painted lips in a slight smile, then pushed herself upright off the door frame.

“Make sure to pack a toothbrush, okay sweetie?” She said, already halfway down the hall. Rose stared after her, speechless for a moment, then shook herself out of her stupor. She finished packing in a rush, and left with a farewell shout over her shoulder.

The walk to the Egbert house was one that Rose knew better than any other path, except perhaps the walk from her bedroom to the bathroom. She’d been playing at his house since before she could draw on a definite memory, and she and Jade had been sleeping over since their families had deemed them old enough. The only new player in their routine was Dave, who’d showed up at their middle school in sixth grade and immediately attached to John like glue, which of course meant getting attached to Rose and Jade in the process. The three of them were a package deal, and he was fortunate enough to be the right variety of awkwardly charming to fit right in.

Mr. Egbert was happy to host John’s friends, as always, and he was just as eager to embarrass him as well. As soon as they were all settled, he insisted on pulling out the photo albums under the excuse that it was Dave’s first time staying over, so he had to see them.

“Dad,” John complained, weakly trying to tug the photo album away from his father, “They don’t want to see that, come on. We’re just gonna go upstairs and watch movies, right guys?” He looked at his friends, hoping they’d back him up. He was immediately disappointed.

“I’d love to see baby pictures, thank you Mr. Egbert.” Rose said, smirking at John.

“Yeah, come on dude, Shrek can wait, I gotta catch a peep at these incriminatin’ pics.” Dave added immediately. “Who knows the next time I’ll get to see ‘em. Your whole house could burn down tomorrow, and I’d never have seen the dang things. I could spontaneously go blind in like three minutes and I’d be like ‘god, screw the Mona Lisa and sunsets, the thing I miss the most is being able to see my goober of a friend lookin’ even more like a goober because his brain was the size of a softball and he didn’t have the self awareness to know not to eat his own feet.’ All I’m saying, bro, is you gotta cherish your sight when you’ve still got it, y’feel me?”

“Oh! Mr. Egbert, you should show Dave that picture of John with the shaving cream!” Jade suggested helpfully.

“Yes, you absolutely should show me that one, oh my god, that was the best string of words you could possibly put together.” Dave was all but vibrating with restrained delight. John wailed dramatically and flopped backwards onto the couch.

“You’re all the worst. Sleepover cancelled, you can all go home. I hate you all.” He complained, face buried in his hands.

“We do this because we love you.” Rose said, patting his knee condescendingly. He slid his fingers off half of his glasses to glare at her. She considered laying the condescension on thicker, but she was interrupted by an outburst from Dave’s direction.

“Oh shi- shoot -- sorry Mr. E -- Rose, you’re in one of these.”

“What?” Rose squeezed in between Jade and Dave and discovered, to her horror, a picture of herself and John. Neither of them were any older than three, and they seemed to have raided each other’s dress-up chests. John was wearing an enormous grin and a tutu that Rose vaguely remembered her mother buying her when she was quite young, and Rose had donned a clip-on tie and was drowning in what she could only guess were Mr. Egbert’s shoes. She gaped in horror, and Dave laughed next to her.

“Dude, look at you! Rose Lalonde: Business Toddler.” Dave shoved her playfully, and Rose felt she suddenly understood Cain when she pushed him back hard enough to make him stumble.

"I think you look cute!" Jade said, peering over Rose's shoulder. Embarrassment blended with flattery to create a smoothie of confusion in Rose's brain.

"Are we done?" John complained, still doing his best to merge with the couch cushions. His dad chuckled and nodded, shutting the photo album and waving them off. That was all the encouragement John needed to jump to his feet and practically teleport up the stairs, his friends hot on his heels.

Their attempt to marathon Shrek was mostly an excuse to hang out, and it made a pleasant backdrop to whatever shenaniganry they wanted to get up to that evening, which ranged from breaking out the nail polish Rose had swiped from her mother's stash to a slightly ridiculous game of would-you-rather. The evening passed in a happy rush and before Rose knew it, the moon was high in the sky and they were all snuggled into their sleeping bags.

John was snoring gently, his hands stuck out of the sleeping bag because he'd been worried about smudging Rose's handiwork on his nails. Dave was the quietest any of them had ever heard him and still as a statue. Rose, however, couldn't get comfortable. She rolled and shifted and shoved her arm under her pillow and attempted to curl into a ball. No dice.

She was beginning to consider abandoning her sleeping bag to sleep in John's bed and deal with his bitching in the morning, but Jade's sleepy whisper stopped her.

"Rose?" She mumbled. Rose went still. "Are you still awake?"

"Unfortunately." Rose muttered back. "Sorry if I woke you."

"Mn, it's okay. I wasn't asleep." The grogginess in her voice made Rose suspect she might be lying, but she didn't call her on it. There was shuffling from Jade's direction, and Rose looked up to see Jade crawling out of her bag and grabbing her glasses. "Do you wanna go get some water?"

"...Sure." It wasn't like she was having any success languishing in her sleeping bag. Rose wiggled free of her plasticky cocoon, and the two padded out of the room as quietly as they could manage.

No matter how familiar the house was, Rose found that it always seemed different when all the lights were off and everyone was asleep. Not eerie like her ostentatiously decorated house or Jade's drafty old home -- she doubted the Egbert house could seem anything but homey -- but still strange, like she'd stepped into another dimension just by being up at an odd hour.

They filled up their glasses with water -- Jade laughing when Rose accidentally closed the cabinets loudly and grimaced -- and then Jade was tugging her towards the door.

"Come on. Let's look at the stars!" How could Rose say no to a request like that? Jade chose a spot in the grass with an amusing level of concentration, and she tugged Rose down to sit with her. Rose tried to give her a respectable amount of personal space, but Jade squished against her side immediately. Rose prayed the dim light from the moon hid her blush, but Jade wasn't paying attention, eyes on the sky.

"How much do you know about astronomy?" Jade asked, tone serious despite the contentedness on her face.

"I know the basics of what we learned in science class, and the names of a few constellations. Ursa major and minor, Orion, Sagittarius…" Rose trailed off. "I'm afraid I don't know where they are in the sky, though."

Jade hummed and tucked her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on her Squiddles-patterned pants and smiling up at the sky. "Grandpa bought me an astronomy book for kids for my sixth birthday. I read it all in one day and then insisted we go to the library so I could check out as many books about it as possible. I ended up reading books as big as I was," she said with a laugh. Rose snorted. She could imagine it so clearly: tiny little Jade, nose buried in a book about astrophysics.

"Well?" Rose challenged. "Share your knowledge, o scholar of the cosmos."

Jade giggled and studied the sky for a moment. She pointed first at a string of stars low in the sky. "That's Orion. You can tell by the three stars there, see? That's his belt. And over there is Monoceros, the unicorn."

Rose squinted in the direction Jade's finger pointed, but she couldn't see much other than Orion's belt. "How did the ancient Greeks come up with these names? A unicorn seems like something of a stretch."

Jade shrugged. "I don't know. It must have held some kind of meaning to them." She lifted her chin off her knees and instead laid her head on Rose's shoulder. "I think it's kind of amazing, really. I mean, they are just stars, billions of miles apart, but they looked into the sky and found something important to them. Don't you think that's beautiful?"

Rose took great care in keeping her breath even and not flinching away from how close Jade was. She pretended she was talking about the stars above her and not the ones she spied reflecting off Jade's glasses when she murmured, "Yes, very beautiful."

The soft smile that great on Jade's face made her suspect that maybe she knew what Rose meant anyway.

When they finally climbed the stairs back to the bedroom and whispered their goodnights, Rose fell asleep with stars under her eyelids.

Jade was the girl next-door, and Rose was hopelessly in love with her. It was a horrible cliche, and Rose had long since gone through all the stages of grief upon realizing she’d fallen into the cheesiest romantic trope fathomable. She’d been in the acceptance stage for a long time, if “acceptance” were synonymous with “resigning oneself to pining for years.” But dammit, Rose was sick of pining, and she was sick of trying to hide her crush. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed advice.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Eight goddamn years?”

Maybe she should’ve gone to someone else for advice.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing.” Dave said, as if his shiteating grin weren’t just as bad. “God, I just need to savor this moment. You always tried to act like I was the mess in our group, but the whole time it’s been you.”

“Oh please, do not act like you aren’t guilty of your own pining.”

“Nuh-uh, nope, we’re not bringing this back around to me. We’re focusing on you bein’ a fucking disaster. Oh my god, you’re a disaster lesbian, how am I just now realizing this.” He leaned on the steering wheel of his car, holding back giggles.

Rose picked up a fry from the center console and hit his forehead with deadly accuracy. “If you continue to mock me without any attempt to help, I swear to every unholy deity ever fathomed by the human mind, I will dump this milkshake on your lap and send a picture to Karkat.”

“What? No, come on, that’s such an overreaction.” He said, leaning out of reach.

“There’s no such thing as an overreaction to you breaking the rules of our Burger King sessions.”

“Our Burger King sess- Bro, what? There have never been any fucking rules. These fast food seshes started ‘cause you got a goddamn coupon and I’m the only chump you know with a car. They just turned into a warped form of cheap therapy because you’re you. I don’t have to solve this.”

Rose took the lid off her milkshake.

“Okay, jesus, I’ll help.” Dave tucked his legs up and leaned even further away.

“Thank you. How gentlemanly.” She calmly slid the lid back on her shake and took a sip from it.

“Yeah, you know me, all kinds of fuckin’ chivalrous. Always opening doors and helping blind ladies cross the street and giving disaster lesbians tips on how to deal with a crush they’ve had for almost a literal decade because clearly I’m the guy that can give advice on how to ask girls out even though I’ve literally never had a girlfriend, like what the hell’s up with that-”

“Dave.”

“Right, got it.” He sobered out of his ramble and grabbed a fistful of fries to eat while he thought. “What exactly are you askin’ me for?”

“Please, Strider. Use your brain. I know that might be a tall order considering the likelihood that it has lain dormant and collecting dust since the last time you used it for anything other than video games and inane comics, but even you must have some modicum of sense buried within your subconscious.”

“Yeah, you’re doing a real great job making me want to help.” She could tell he was rolling his eyes behind his shades, and it took all her willpower not to throw another fry at him. “Look, I say just tell her. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could look me dead in the eyes and tell me she hates me with every fiber of her being. She has simply been pretending to like me for the past several years, but unfortunately, she finds my personality draining. In fact, spending any prolonged amount of time with me makes her feel like her soul is developing necrosis, and she has already filed a restraining order. I resign myself to packing my bags and moving to the coldest corner of Alaska to live out the rest of my days in complete isolation, feasting on the flesh of moose who, similarly, I destroy from the inside out by simply existing in close proximity with them.” Rose answered immediately. Dave stared at her blankly.

“That was insane. You do realize how fucking batshit you sound right now, right? Jesus christ, Rose, she’s not going to hate you, she’s Jade. I know you’re like physically incapable of doing so, but take the melodrama down a notch for a second, okay?”

“You asked for the worst.”

“Yeah, and I was expecting shit like ‘rejection,’ but that was way too specific for you to have not thought that exact line of thought before, which, quite frankly, is terrifying.”

Rose shrugged. “It’s not my fault you didn’t know what you were asking for. Really, you should have expected as much.”

“I guess I should’ve, huh. Fucking hell.” He shook his head tiredly and pushed his shades up to rub his eyes. "Alright, I'll tell you what the worst case scenario is. Like you're playin' a dating sim and you've been fucking ruling at this game so far, but then you say one wrong thing and get the bad ending, that's what we're going for. Bad ending in this situation is she just says she doesn't like you like that. It'll probably be awkward for a while, but y'all are best friends, it'll smooth over. And if you don't tell her, you'll just be stuck like this, hoping something'll change even though nothing will. You'll never know what would've happened if you had just gone for it, and I know you, Rose. I know you don't like not knowing shit."

"And how do you suggest I go about this?" She said. What he said made sense, but she wasn't going to let him know that.

“Hell if I know. That’s the extent of my wisdom, take it or leave it.” He shrugged. “Just talk to her, dude. Y’all talk all the time. I’m pretty sure you’ll find a way to bring it up.”

It wasn’t as easy as Dave made it out to be. Maybe if she were someone else, she could just go through with it, but she was Rose Lalonde. It was in her nature to spiral at least three times before arriving at a more convoluted solution.

It was a painful month of pointed looks from Dave before she finally struck up the courage to do something about the feelings she’d be storing tight in her chest for so long. Honestly, what was a measly month compared to the eight years that had already passed?

The day was the special kind of sunny that followed a rainstorm, and Rose found herself wishing she still had the confidence of a six year old as she marched up to the Harleys’ front door. The doorbell’s chime echoed inside the house, and the door opened to reveal a familiar face, though not the one she’d expected.

“Ah! The young Miss Lalonde.” Jade’s grandfather smiled, jolly and charming as ever.

“Hello, Mr. Harley. I was hoping to see Jade.”

“She’s in the garden.” He waved her inside, and she followed him through the winding house. “I thought you kids -- what’s the word -- instant messaged about these things. What with your newfangled cell devices.”

Rose had to bite her tongue to keep herself from calling him out for pretending to be less knowledgeable than he was -- she knew he used to run a technology company, he wasn’t fooling anyone -- but now wasn’t the time. “I wanted to surprise her. What’s the point of living next-door to your best friend if you can’t show up unannounced to disrupt her plans?”

That earned her a hearty guffaw. “Well, who am I to step in between such gestures of best friendship.” His eyes twinkled knowingly. “My little Jadelet talks about you all the time, you know.”

“Does she now.” Rose said, carefully neutral.

“Oh, yes. You should have heard the girl when she was little. It was ‘Rose, Rose, Rose’ all the time.” He winked, then opened the back door for her. “She’s out there.”

Rose thanked him awkwardly, then made her way to the garden. Jade was in the middle of her plot of absolutely mammoth sunflowers, deadheading and inspecting them with a look of concentration on her face. The moment she saw Rose, though, a huge grin broke out on her face.

“Rose!” Jade ran over to her, and Rose was relieved she’d put down the pruning shears before grabbing her in a tight hug.

“Hello Jade.” Rose hugged her back and resisted the urge to bury her face in Jade’s hair and just stay there. “Sorry for coming over without warning.”

“No, it’s okay! I’m almost done gardening anyway. I was planting some bulbs for spring.” She said, guiding Rose over to an empty portion of the massive garden and gesturing to the freshly turned over earth. “We should have some pretty daffodils once March rolls around.”

“Well, I hope you’re not completely done gardening.” Now or never, Lalonde. “I brought something for you.”

Jade’s bright eyes were suddenly focused on her like lasers as Rose pulled out a handful of seed packets from her pocket. “Oh! For me?”

“Yes, well, I saw these and knew you were planning to expand your garden.” She said as though it had been a spur of the moment decision, not the result of meticulous research.

“Ooh, I love peonies! And carnations…” Jade looked at the packets and giggled when she saw the packet of rose seeds. “Rose, you didn’t get this one just because it’s your name, right?”

“Lies and slander. I’ll have you know I put a lot of thought and consideration into selecting these flowers. If one just so happens to be my namesake, it is purely coincidental.”

“Uh-huh.” Jade laughed. “I guess I should just be glad you didn’t get me a jade plant or something.”

“The thought did cross my mind.” Rose said, lips quirking when Jade snorted. “No, I really did put some thought into this. How much do you know about plant meanings?”

“A little! Why? Are you getting into plant meanings?” Jade asked curiously.

“Weren’t you and John the ones who said I needed a new hobby?”

“Well, I guess this is an improvement from trying to summon demons in the band room.” Jade teased.

“It would not have been the first demon that school has seen.” That made Jade snicker, and Rose took the moment to take the seed packets back. “According to ancient Greek folklore, peonies represent compassion. Carnations symbolize love. And roses, as many know, are for romance.”

Rose refused to look up at Jade while she spoke, instead pretending to inspect the planting instructions on the back of the peony packet. Jade was silent beside her, then slowly took the seed packets from Rose’s hands. “And… you’re giving them to me? With the meanings in mind?”

“I also had your garden in mind. I know you’ve been aiming to plant more flowers around the perimeter, and-” Rose deflected, but she was cut off by a sudden kiss on her cheek. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates when she turned to stare at Jade. Jade’s grin was a mile wide.

“This was a really sweet gift, thank you, Rose.”

“Yes. Well.” Rose’s brain was short circuiting. Jade laughed softly and took Rose’s hand.

“I, uh. I kind of suspected you liked me? But I never knew for sure, so I was just gonna wait until you made it clear.” She squeezed Rose’s hand. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, you know, but I didn’t want to mess things up!”

“You have no idea how much I understand that.” Rose breathed out a sigh of relief. “Jade Harley, my friend of ten years, crush of eight, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“I would love that.” Jade grinned, then blinked as what she said registered. “Wait, how long?”

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s plant these peonies.”

Jade was the girl next-door, no longer a mystery, but Rose was just as enamored as she had been that very first day.

#homestuckss #hsss2019 #culturalbloominggirl #rose lalonde #jade harley #jaderose #john egbert #dave strider #3/4 of the guardians too #homestuck #okay to reblog #my writing #I've never really written jade before so!! I hope this works lksjdlksjf

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Before Dawn - Part 2

Probably, Leah’s biggest mistake was to assume she didn’t need to stay away from Harry to heal her wounds. After all these years, she still couldn’t understand why he’d kissed her that day. They didn’t party much more after that. Not that his touring schedule allowed it, anyway.

Tears filled her eyes again when she remembered the last time they spoke as true friends. It was already September; her mom was halfway through her chemo treatment and her grandma had just passed away. That left her only with one other grandma, her dad’s mom. It came as a big shock for everyone, especially her mom, who already had enough to struggle with, with all the cancer bullshit.

For some reason, call it luck or call it destiny, whatever you may, Harry texted her that day. He knew what Leah was going through with her mother’s illness and he wasn’t going to let her go through that alone. That was the moment when he found out about Leah’s grandma. At first, she didn’t want him to come, she didn’t want to bother him, but he insisted, so she finally texted him the address. He was there as soon as he could.

The first thing he did when he saw her was embrace her in a tight hug and ask her how she was feeling. To be completely honest, everything felt a little bit better for Leah now that Harry was here. She promised him she was holding up quite well; she hadn’t cried yet and she didn’t feel like doing so for a while. It kind of made her upset, because she felt bad for not being able to cry her grandma, but she had enough on her plate already, and she knew everyone dealt with emotion in a different way.

They were still hugging each other when Frankie, her mom’s Harley biker cousin, approached them. Leah took a step back from Harry and hugged Frankie. They shared a few words, which Harry couldn’t hear and then he left.

She was so grateful Harry was here; he’d managed to pull out the first smile on her face when he told her how scary that guy looked. She reassured him that Frankie might seem scary but deep down he was like a teddy bear, although Harry didn’t look quite convinced.

Leah didn’t know how much she’d needed him to be here until he’d walked through that door. He stayed for way longer than he needed to and, before he left, he checked on her a thousand times, making sure she was going to be okay. She knew he had to leave because he had to pick up his girlfriend on his way home; the information slipped from his own lips before he was even aware of it. The pity look he gave her didn’t help her in trying to hide the sadness she knew her eyes were showing, but she still tried to smile her best.

“Thank you for coming, Harry. I cannot thank you enough.”

When they hugged for the last time, she felt that pull again, that warm, soothing feeling spreading through her body; the safety of being in between his arms.

“I’ll check up on you later, okay?”

“Okay” Leah mumbled.

But the word died at her lips, she recalled, because Harry then kissed her forehead in goodbye, as he’d always done.

That night, when she got home, she cried herself to sleep. Her mom was ill, her grandma was gone, and she realized, after months of thinking she’d gotten over him, that she was still in love with her best friend.

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Harry took a deep breath before knocking at the front door. He knew no one was home, Leah had told him, but it still didn’t soothe his nerves.

He heard footsteps approaching and a soft barking following them.

“Come in,” Leah smiled at him as she opened the door for him, “Sorry, can’t fully open it or Thor’s gonna run outside.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

The puppy had gone quiet, hiding behind his mommy. It still surprised Harry that Leah actually adopted a dog. He knew she’d always loved children, and that one day she’d be such a great mom, but never in a million years would have he pictured her with a dog.

“It’s fine Thor,” she crouched down to scratch the pup’s head, “This is Harry, he’s a good friend.”

Good friend, the words didn’t go unnoticed to Harry. He wished they were really true.

“Hello Thor,” Harry spoke to the pup as if he were talking to a little kid. That made Leah smile.

“Give him some time, I think he’s still trying to get used to the house,” she chuckled, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Whatever you’re having will be fine,” he replied, still looking at the scared puppy.

“Fine, be right back. Do you think you can remember your way to the living room?” she joked.

She obviously knew he could. He’d been here so many times in the past. The soft noise of Thor’s paws against the wooden floor brought him back to the present and he walked to the living room. Everything was still as he remembered it to be.

“Hasn’t changed a bit, huh?” Leah appeared through the other door with a beer on each of her hands.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she offered him a warm smile.

“Why Thor?” he asked, out of the blue.

The pup raised his ears at the sound of his name and cautiously approached them.

“I like it; it’s a powerful name,” she shrugged, “For a very pretty baby,” she added, petting Thor some more.

“It suits him,” Harry mumbled.

“Right?” she smiled.

Leah picked Thor up and sat on the couch, placing the puppy on her lap.

“Come sit here,” she patted the spot next to her and Harry obliged, “Just be gentle and move slowly so he doesn’t get scared,” she whispered, “My cousin’s daughter, Madison, chased him around the house and now I think he’s scared of her,” she chuckled and Harry joined her.

He stretched his arm out to the puppy, letting Thor be the one to approach him. He was very cautious at the beginning, but still curious, just like his mommy. He raised his tiny black head to smell Harry’s hand. He didn’t know this human, he smelled weird.

Thor looked up at his mommy, a little bit scared because there was a human he didn’t know. And he didn’t want this human to take mommy away from him. Then, mommy made that noise that made Thor happy and she scratched him behind his ears, right where he liked it. He wiggled his tail and snuggled closer.

“He’s really cute,” Harry smiled, his arm still stretched out toward the puppy.

“I’m such a proud mommy,” she joked.

“Hello, Thor,” Harry called him.

The pup looked at him again. Why did this human know what mommy called him? He was a pretty human, though.

Thor put one paw in front of his body and stood up to get closer to him. He smelled his hand again. Nope, definitely not one of the humans he’d met that week. He kept sniffling him, the human smelled good. Was that the reason why mommy made the noises Thor liked?

Harry looked at Leah, and she nodded, still smiling at her pup. Harry carefully let his fingers touch the head of the puppy, scratching his black fur. Thor seemed to like it.

“I think he likes you,” Leah whispered, still smiling.

“How do you know?”

Before Leah could answer his question, Thor started licking Harry’s hand.

“Told you,” she laughed.

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Leah offered Harry to walk Thor with her. The pup seemed to like him, and Harry couldn’t hide how much he’d enjoyed playing with Thor.

“Harry, could you do me a favour?”

“Tell me.”

“Can you go to my room and bring Thor’s leash?”

“Yeah, sure, no problem. Where is it?”

“Uh, it’s either on my bed or on the desk.”

“Alright, I’m on it.”

“Thank you!”

Harry couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he walked upstairs. The floor still creaked at the same spots it did when he came to visit Leah back in their teen years. He wasn’t surprised to find out her room was still the same it had been. She hadn’t even removed the posters from her favourite singers and bands. To his surprise, there was still one of One Direction hanging on the wall, which he remembered signing for her.

He closed the door halfway as he neared the bed, looking for Thor’s leash. According to Leah, it should be red, but Harry couldn’t see anything red on her bed. He couldn’t find it either on her desk. The wood was painted white, so if there were a read leash somewhere on that desk, he should have been perfectly able to see it.

He put aside her laptop, hoping the leash would be behind it, but there was no luck either.

He took a deep breath, about to call Leah, when he saw something red out of the corner of his eye. He looked down on the chair and realised the leash had been there all along. Either it had fallen from the desk at some point, or Leah had left it there and had completely forgotten about it.

It was only when he’d picked up the red leash that he saw Leah’s laptop screen had lit up. Curiosity took the best of him and, although he tried to resist – not much, all must be said –, he peeked through what seemed her work in progress. She’d always been a good writer, he’d always believed in her and he’d always known one day she’d make it, just as she had always encouraged him to pursue his musical career.

At first, he didn’t understand, but all the pieces fell into place as he kept reading and right when he was about to finish, he heard her voice.

“What are you doing?”

He turned his head around to face her; her skin was pale and her eyes were wide. She’d never planned for him to read this. And although he had pretty much an idea why she didn’t want him to read it, he needed to confirm that he wasn’t wrong, that his thoughts and hopes were not misleading him. He held her gaze, her panicked gaze, and it all seemed to slow down to slow motion. He turned his head back to the screen and read the last sentence that appeared on it.

‘And I have the slight suspicion that’s due to the fact that I’ve never been in love with him.’

“You…?” the words died at his lips when he saw the tears running down her cheeks.

“What have you done? You had no right!” she snapped at him. And he knew, he deserved it.

“Leah, please –“

“Get out!”

“Please, let me –“

“I said get out!” she finally screamed.

For the first time in years, he wanted to apologise, like he should’ve done all along. He crossed the room and, in two steps, he was standing beside her.

“I honestly thought it was your new project. I wouldn’t have –,” he began, but he stopped himself, not really knowing what to say, “You always used to show me what you wrote. If I’d known…”

“You lost that right eight years ago.”

Her voice was barely audible, but her words cut like a knife.

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Leah was walking down the street, heading to Thor’s favourite park, just around the corner. The puppy was excited to go out every now and then; everything was new to him. Despite being way past dawn, the morning sun didn’t warm up Leah’s skin enough, but she was grateful for the lightest rays of sun she could get. Thor didn’t seem to care that it wasn’t as warm as Italy, he pranced around sniffling all he could find.

She was mesmerised staring at her dog. If someone had told her that someday she’d become the mommy of such a beautiful being she wouldn’t have believed them. She’d always dreamed of a perfect family, and she’d always imagined her family with a puppy or a kitten; she didn’t want her children to grow scared of animals like it happened to her when she was younger, because they never had pets. Well, they did have a fish, if that counted.

Thor barked and she looked up immediately. He’d already had all the vaccines he needed before he could step outside the house, but it wasn’t a good idea that he approached a dog the status of whom she didn’t know.

To her surprise, it was only a tall man walking down the street. He was wearing a baseball cap, covered by the hood of his sweatshirt. She frowned at Thor. He didn’t usually bark at people on the street.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” she whispered petting the pup.

But Thor didn’t stop. He wiggled his tail and pulled on his leash to head toward the poor man. Leah sighed and followed the pup; an apology already on her lips.

“Sorry, he doesn’t usually bark at people,” she smiled sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” the man’s raspy voice replied.

Her head shot up immediately. She’d recognise that voice anywhere on Earth. Harry crouched down to scratch the pup’s head. Thor seemed very happy to see him.

“H-Harry,” she babbled.

Harry had always liked the way his name sounded in her lips. That was the reason why he couldn’t resist the urge to look at her. She didn’t seem upset anymore, she was rather surprised to find him here.

“Hi, Leah.”

“What are you –?” she began, “It’s 8 AM –,”

“I went for a run,” he shrugged, standing up from his crouching position.

“Oh, I see,” Leah breathed out.

They stood there in silence, staring at Thor, who still seemed to want Harry’s attention all for himself.

“Leah, I –“

Harry didn’t even know where to begin. He wanted to say only so many things to her. He wanted to explain himself, he wanted to let her know the truth. He wanted to erase the look of pain in her eyes whenever she looked at him.

Leah didn’t say anything. She waited for him to go on. Maybe the tiny bit of good weather she was getting for the first time since she landed in England put her in a good mood. She saw the way he rubbed the back of his neck and she could tell he was nervous about this.

“Can we talk?” he pleaded, his voice almost trailing away.

“Let’s sit down,” she offered.

Harry’s body relaxed instantly and he let out a soft sigh of relief. He hadn’t planned on coming across her, but they lived quite nearby, so it was bound to happen eventually. Might as well sort it out now.

They sat down on a bench bathed by sunlight. Thor found his spot on Leah’s lap, and she silently thanked him for that. She could use a distraction to ease her nerves, and scratching the fur behind his ears seemed perfect to keep her busy enough to remain calm, but still paying attention to what Harry had to say.

“What do you want to talk about?” she asked.

Harry almost flinched at her words. Leah’s voice was sweet and smooth, as if she were talking to any other friend. As if they hadn’t argued like they did a few days ago.

“I believe I owe you an apology.”

Leah’s head turned instantly in his direction. She would have never imagined she’d hear these words coming from him.

“Oh, really? What for?” she began, no longer able to control her anger, “For playing with me? For kissing me completely out of context and then rejecting me? Or was it maybe for all the pity looks you gave me ever since I told you how I really felt? Oh, wait, even better! For the sudden way you stopped talking to me or caring about me!” she snapped at him, her eyes glowing with all these bottled feelings she’d been keeping for so long, “Or are you just sorry that you got caught peeking at my most intimate thoughts?”

“How did this happen?” Harry whispered, more to himself than for her to hear, but she heard him anyway, “How did I let this happen?”

His sad eyes found hers and the image he saw was gut wrenching. An endless amount of tears began falling from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, and he could tell how much she was struggling not to start sobbing right then and there when he saw the way her lower lip was trembling.

He hesitated whether to wipe her eyes or not, he was scared she’d reject him. He’d seen her cry more times than he would’ve liked her to, but despite her pain, she could always draw a smile for him. This time, it was his fault that Leah felt so broken.

Before he could stretch his arm out to her, she spoke again:

“Did you even know that my mom had a relapse?”

He froze on the spot. He knew she’d been through hell the first time her mom got ill, so he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would’ve been for her to relive that nightmare.

“I didn’t –“ he began.

“No, of course you didn’t know,” and this time she smiled; but it was not the sweet smile she’d always saved up for him, this one was bitter; broken.

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. It happened two years ago, anyway.”

“I’m so very sorry, Leah.”

“You already said that,” she looked away, “Apologies are never gonna fix this.”

“I wish you would’ve told me, I would’ve been there for you, you know that.”

“Oh, yeah? And what was I supposed to say? Hi Harry, we haven’t talked for years but lend me your shoulder to cry on because my mom’s got cancer again?”

“I would’ve been there for you,” he grabbed her chin between his index and thumb and forced her to look at him.

Leah’s heart broke down a little bit more when her eyes finally found his and she saw the tears. He was crying too. She finally sighed, not being able to be mad at him anymore. Seeing him this way removed something inside her.

“Look,” she began, “It’s pointless that we keep pointing our fingers at each other. No one’s to blame. We both made mistakes and we can’t turn back time. Let’s leave it at that.”

“No,” he denied, shaking his head. Leah’s brows rose high in surprise, “I am to blame, and I’ve known it for a long time now,” he paused, trying to get his thoughts in order, “I never should’ve kissed you that night, Leah.”

When she thought she was broken beyond repair, he managed to shatter her completely.

“Then why did you?” she was crying uncontrollably now, “Why did you kiss me?” she pushed him, but Harry was faster and grabbed her hand, keeping it pressed against his chest.

“Because I’m an arrogant son of a bitch,” he offered her a sad smile, quoting one of the lyrics on his new album, “And because I was so blinded by losing Hannah, that I couldn’t see who was standing in front of me.”

“I see,” Leah accepted, with a weak voice.

“Funny thing,” he added, not letting go of her hand yet, waiting for her to look up at him again, “I could never forget that kiss, despite telling myself night and day that it had been a mistake.”

“What do you mean?” she frowned, utterly confused.

“I mean that you’ve always been the one, but the timing was wrong.”

His words echoed through her head until they finally settled, until she finally understood. Harry saw the moment she realised. Her eyes opened wide, and they shined just like they used to.

“Harry, don’t get my hopes up if this isn’t going to happen,” she stated bluntly.

“But it is. If you’d take me, of course.”

“This isn’t going to work. Not after all of this, not after all these years and –,”

“Let us try,” he pleaded her.

Her silence was almost killing him, but the truth was, Leah didn’t know what to say. It was too much to process, her emotions, feelings and thoughts were all over the place. Cautiously, she raised a hand to his face. She didn’t remember his stubble; he couldn’t grow anything that resembled a beard back then.

Harry leaned his head against Leah’s hand, still staring at her. Her fingertips tickled his temple when she slowly slid them up to his hair, almost as if she was afraid he’d disappear at any given moment. She took one of the curls that escaped his baseball cap between her fingers and marvelled at its softness. He’d grown into such a wonderful man. There were no traces of the kid he once had been, except for those dimples that had always fascinated her.

He turned his head a bit to kiss her wrist, and Leah knew right then and there that she wouldn’t be able to resist him.

“Okay,” she agreed in a shaky voice.

“Okay?” his eyes shot up to find hers once more and a smile began to draw in his face.

“Yes, okay,” she nodded, still not believing this was actually happening. Harry was now showing his full smile, dimples and all, and she couldn’t help but reciprocate, “Let us try,” she whispered, echoing his words.

┅┅━━━━━━━ ۵ ━━━━━━━┅┅

“Come on, let me read it. I didn’t really get the chance when you interrupted me last time.”

“The fact that we’re dating now doesn’t give you the right to read that letter, Harry,” she rolled her eyes at him.

“Pretty please?” he insisted, “Thor says he wants to read it too,” Harry took the pup in his arms and pouted exaggeratedly. How was she supposed to say no to that?

“Ugh, fine!” She finally gave in.

Harry offered Leah that shy smile she’d just discovered he could do and that she liked so much, and kissed her lips briefly before he took her laptop from her desk and lay down on her bed, pulling it over his lap and scratching Thor’s fur, who lay down beside him, with his free hand.

Maybe I’m just sensitive today; maybe I've got plenty of time to overthink. Maybe every fucking time I talk to you I fall again into the rabbit hole.

To say I miss you is an understatement, when I put the world around me on hold and I dare stop to think of you. What are eight years of distance when you've been there for me when I've needed you most? Since you came into my life, you've always been there.

And it fucks me over; you cannot even begin to imagine how much it fucks me over that we used to go for a beer with your parents and now I can barely share one with you. I used to tell you everything, EVERYTHING. And now it almost seems as if we were strangers.

Time goes by, people change, relationships cool down. I get that. But not with you, please. Not you.

I don't even know if this is platonic anymore, if what really happens is that I keep doing everything in my power to hold on to the memory of what it was, to hold on to what I wish it would have been.

I didn't lie when I said I would always leave that door open for you. Seems that no matter how many years go by, I feel again like the 16-year-old teenager I was when I met you; like the 18-year-old woman I became with you by my side.

I still remember what my mom's aunt said about you, just a couple of minutes after you'd left the funeral home when my grandma passed away. I told her you were just a friend, which in a way had always been true. But I saw, in the way her eyes shined, she was telling me the truth when her lips dropped the words 'Don't ever let him go, there are very few friendships like the one you have.’

Do you want to know what's worst of it all? That I already knew; I've always known. I was so lucky to find you that I don't know why I let you go.

We might very scarcely see each other, yes; we might scarcely talk to each other nowadays… But I know you'd be lying to me and you'd be lying to yourself if you told me things have not changed.

And this bittersweet feeling provides the perfect balance between feeling hurt and feeling touched. It hurts because I know we're never going back to that place, and it touches me because I wouldn't be where I am today if it were not for you. You were much more than I possibly deserved, you were a shoulder to cry on and an endless source of smiles.

In fact, I can't help but wonder what happened, what changed. I know sometimes there's no explanation, I know there are always a lot of factors and issues, and I know that trying to look for a reason will only become a big headache that's going to lead me nowhere.

I don't blame you, not even me. But you got to know me better than anyone else and you know how my mind works. That hasn't changed a bit.

As of today, both you and me may be different people, but I know deep down still lives the crazy young girl that used to make wrong decisions, the one you always listened to, helped and protected, in your own way.

I am still that stupid girl that writes corny stuff when she's overwhelmed by her own emotions, despite pretending to be tough on the outside. I am still the same stupid girl that gets emotional and cries whenever she writes, and that she doesn't care if it's cheesy, because every single word written here it's the truth.

Although, there are some things that have actually changed, you know? As time passed, I stopped doing it. I write pieces like this plenty of times, I pour out all of these feelings and emotions and lock them away; most of them never see the light. Maybe it's the pile of disappointment I carry on my back.

It's probably the same that's going to happen with these words, just like it happened two years ago for New Year’s Eve. You remember it, don't you? It was the first time we'd seen each other after years of being apart. We promised we'd see each other in no time, we promised it wouldn't happen again, that we wouldn't let so much time pass before we encountered each other again. I guess we were never good at keeping our word.

I once was brave enough to tell you how I really felt. You promised that nothing would change; I promised that I didn't need to stay away from you. I guess we both lied that day.

I imagine that you must have forgotten all of this, but it still haunts me those days when I feel weaker. Especially when we finally speak to each other again and all of the memories fall on me like an iced water bucket and I drown in them.

I've wondered more times than I can recall, whether it was mere whim or if I really felt something else; if I mixed my feelings or it was one of my most clearheaded moments, because up to date, every single time I see you I still feel the same.

If I think it through with a clear head, I've never actually managed to fill the hole you left. Life's guided me through other paths and I found a new best friend, if you want to call it like that. But he could never be like you.

And I have the slight suspicion that's due to the fact I've never been in love with him.

#so this is it #part 2 is up #hope ya like it #harry styles fanfiction #fan fiction #gemma writes #blurb #one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #original writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #fanfiction #harrysgems #I actually meant to post this earlier #but I literally finished exams today and it's been quite a mess

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dxmagedrose · 5 years ago

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Tagged by: my lover @hammurabicomplex I’m tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to pick this one up! share with the class if you feel like it! tag me in it!!

PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it.

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now! [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore. even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye. i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way.

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all.

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER. F L Y P A P E R. FLYPAPER. FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street. roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani. I am but a simple opossum.

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’) It’s the most grounding smell in the world.

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I—— I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!! take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT… the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

#||: && the mundane ( ooc );#( get to know a bitch!! )#( this was... a lot of me rambling about weirdly personal shit at 2 am )

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thirstygirlclub · 5 years ago

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Duchess - 17

Chapter 17 – Donati

Happy rarely had nightmares. Things that gave normal people nightmares weren’t the sort of things that gave him nightmares. However there was one thing that terrified him more than anything and that was his loved ones being in danger without him being capable of saving them. For this reason, almost every time he had gone to sleep since Catherine had been followed he had had a nightmare about it. The nightmare always played out differently in the end; sometimes he found nothing but a cellphone on the ground where she said she was; sometimes she was on the ground and not moving; sometimes he was watching her being hurt and was unable to do anything about it, like he didn’t exist. Every time he woke up his heart would be racing, his breathing would be heavy and Scrap would be lying across his legs almost as if he knew about the nightmare.

“Are you alright, Mijo?” Mama asked him as she watched him pouring himself some fresh coffee, “You look sick.”

“Nah,” Happy said, shaking his head and fighting back a yawn, “I’m good.”

Happy got his threatening, hard glare from his mother; a glare that was now being directed at him and making him shrink back slightly against the kitchen counter. No one scared him quite like his mother, not even Gemma. Mama had been the one to try and keep him in line when he was a child after his father had left and he respected her for it; she hadn’t given up on him like his father had.

“Just tired,” he elaborated with a shrug.

“Happy Lowman,” Mama said slowly and he knew he was in trouble, “if you do not tell me what is wrong I’m going to call Catherine and she can get it out of you. You know I will do it.”

The ultimate threat. Mama knew he couldn’t refuse anything Catherine asked of him and she would use this to her advantage. He got his talent for interrogation from his mother too although her techniques were perhaps slightly less violent than his.

“Ma…” trying to reason with her was useless but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try but the when she reached for the phone he caved and put his coffee on the counter behind him, “I’m just not sleeping. Please don’t call her.”

“Bad dreams?” Mama frowned and placed the phone back on the small dining table.

Happy nodded slowly and folded his arms uncomfortably. Mama had been awake and waiting for him to get home in the morning only to see their family pet covered in blood so there was no way he could have hidden what he had done from her. He had told her about it; the phone call, the attack, and the conversation he had had with Catherine afterwards, how she had been the first person to validate the feeling of fear when he had to switch prisons… the way she had held him afterwards. He hated being soft and vulnerable but it was different with Catherine; she made him feel more comfortable about it and didn’t laugh at him like he thought she would.

“Oh Mijo… she is safe.”

“I know.”

It didn’t help though because when he slept he wasn’t able to save her. The only thing that would calm him was when he stayed with her after she had danced for him; when he opened his eyes he would see her sleeping peacefully beside him, curled up on her pillow. He would confirm that she was safe by touching her hair or her hand before being able to get back to sleep. But he couldn’t sleep with her every night regardless of how much he wanted too. Vulnerable wasn’t something he was ever going to be happy about.

“I’ll be back later,” Happy said to his mother after a long silence, “love you.”

“I love you too Mijo. Have a good day.”

Happy nodded and slid the kutte over his shoulders so he could go to the meeting Clay had called that morning. He didn’t mind going into the clubhouse on his days off but on that day he would have preferred to have just gone back to sleep or maybe fix the fence in the backyard and the leaky faucet in the bathroom. They were jobs he had been meaning to do for a while but just never got around to it for whatever reason. It looked like they were going to have to wait a bit longer.

He backed his Harley into the line on the forecourt and started walking towards the clubhouse when Juice ran towards him looking excited.

“You gotta see this Man,” he said to Happy, “it’ll blow your mind!”

Happy raised his eyebrows in surprise at how energetic Juice was that morning. They walked together towards the clubhouse and into the chapel to see the guys already sat. They didn’t look excited like Juice did. In fact they looked serious and almost frightened. It must be serious. There was a laptop open in front of Happy’s seat and on the screen there looked to be a family photo. Happy didn’t recognise the people in the picture and looked around in confusion.

“What’s this?” He asked, pointing to the screen.

“You don’t recognise anyone?” Juice asked, almost bouncing in his seat and Happy shook his head, “Look closer. I didn’t recognise her either but it’s been ages since I last saw her. And the bandages and stuff.”

His eyes scoured the photo for a familiar face then he was drawn to a pretty blonde teenager who was smiling and holding a cute toddler with big grey eyes and a mess blonde curls. It was Mrs Duke-Dillinger as a teenager and Catherine looked to be about 2 or 3 years old. When Happy lifted his hand to point speechlessly at the image Juice nodded excitedly. There was someone else Happy recognised too. Greta. She had her arm around Catherine’s mom’s shoulder and smiling proudly. On the other side was a tall, slim man with grey eyes and grey hair in a sharp suit and shiny black shoes.

“She had Catherine when she was a kid,” Chibs said to Happy, almost gently as if not to upset the Tacoma Killer, “she was only 15. Those people are Luca and Greta Donati, her grandparents.”

“Luca Donati,” Clay said in a less gentle tone with clenched hands on the table, “is the head of the Donati crime family out of Queens and Brooklyn. They’re Italian mafia.”

Happy’s stomach dropped to his knees when he thought of all of the problems they had caused for the Duke-Dillinger family over the time they had been in Charming. Over a matter of 8 months they had destroyed their new houses and extorted all of their money from them. Had they known they had connections to the Italian mafia they wouldn’t have been so brash and obvious about who it was that had ruined their lives.

“We need you to ask the girl about it,” Clay continued, “and see what she knows.”

“Catherine doesn’t know anything,” Happy told him and shook his head, finally looking up at his president.

“Sounds about right,” Bobby laughed then stopped when Happy looked at him furiously.

“I’m not spying on her Clay. I can’t. She’s my… friend.”

Clay sat back in his chair and laughed. Happy had never directly refused an order before but Catherine was his friend and she trusted him more than she trusted anyone else in the town. She had told him as much even after he had terrified her.

“We know exactly what she is,” Clay said humourlessly, “and we all think you’ve gone far enough. Your little breakfast dates and dog walking isn’t getting you any closer to taking that virgin pussy. Give it up.”

Kozik put his hand on Happy’s shoulder as he trembled with anger. It wasn’t just anger though; it was a white hot rage that he had never felt directed towards another club member before. Clay recognised the look in Happy’s eyes and shuffled in his chair uncomfortably as he realised he had made a mistake. Hearing anyone talk about Catherine, the girl Happy adored, like she was nothing but pussy and a mouth was one of the things that he couldn’t stand. Catherine being a virgin was something that excited a lot of the guys in and around the club.

“She’s never mentioned New York,” Chibs cut in quickly, “unless she’s talking about a vacation she’s taken. They went for New Years a couple of years ago. That’s it. Nothing else.”

“What about her family?” Jax asked, shifting his eyes from Happy and Clay to Chibs.

“Nothing. ‘Daddy, Mom and Jack’ are all she talks about. That’s it. She doesn’t know she has anyone else. Duke-Dillinger’s ma died a few years ago.”

“Who’s her dad?” Happy asked suddenly as the realisation hit him and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t considered this when she talked to him about it, “Her mom had her when she was a kid. Didn’t meet Duke-Dillinger until she was 20.”

“Some… politician,” Juice shrugged and dragged the computer back over to him, “that got into deep shit when he had sex with a minor but wasn’t arrested. He paid them to have her aborted but it obviously didn’t happen. He’s dead now. ‘Suspicious circumstances’.”

They all knew what that meant. The fear that the family could have a politician assassinated meant jack shit for a biker gang in a small town in California.

Juice clicked a few different things on the screen then smirked slightly when he slid the laptop back over to Happy. On the screen were a series of images that must have been Catherine as she grew up. Chibs also looked over his shoulder and chuckled at the one Happy clicked. She was dancing. There was a fake plastic crown on top of her messy hair, fairy wings on her back and a ballet dress over pink and white striped leggings. Despite the situation, and his previous anger, Happy felt a small smile appear onto his face. He flicked through the other photographs of her getting older. It moved from family photos in New York to ones of her on her own in LA. Cornelia must have sent them to her father. One picture that tugged at Happy’s heart, through pageant photos and photos of her and her family at parties and events, was the one of her posing jokily beside an ambulance wearing a dark blue uniform with a badge on her arm that specified that she was an EMT, tough looking work boots and her hair pulled back like always was when she had left the club after a night of dancing.

“There’s only one,” Happy said quietly, as he moved through the other pictures.

“They weren’t as proud of her in the ambulance as they were when she was winning them money,” Chibs told him.

Happy was proud of her though; he made a note to himself that he would tell her that.

“After they killed this guy,” Juice said while Happy continued to look through the various images, “Cornelia changed hers and Catherine’s names to Dillinger instead of Donati and they moved to LA with Greta. I guess they thought it would be safer than being in New York with all the feds looking over the family. Guess when her birthday is.”

Happy looked up at him and shrugged. She had never told him about her birthday date, just the parties she had had.

“November 2nd.”

The same as Happy’s. He had never mentioned his birthday to her either and he could only imagine the excitable arm slaps he would receive when he told her. She would insist on a joined party, he just knew it.

“She really doesn’t know anything? What about the boy?” Jax asked.

“Nah,” Happy shook his head, “he’s never said anything either. Wasn’t even born until they she was 8. They would’ve been in LA by then.”

Jack knew something though. Happy always had a feeling that Jack was hiding something from his sister but there was no way of knowing what that was.

“We need to talk to the mom.”

Happy nodded and the meeting ended. As the men filed out of the chapel they collected their phones and Happy smiled at his wallpaper as it flashed up when he checked for any missed calls or texts. Catherine had been horrified when she had seen the default background one morning and had forced him to take a picture of her, Romeo and Scrap so she could set it for him. It always made him smile when he saw it.

Suddenly, the peace of the morning was interrupted by the sound of cars skidding to a halt in the forecourt and shouting.

“Cops!” One of the mechanics shouted to warn the club.

And he was correct but it wasn’t Charming PD; it was San Joaquin County. They shouted, guns out and pointing at the men, shouting for them to get out of the clubhouse and on the ground. Outside, Gemma and Viv were stood facing the wall with cuffs around their wrists and officers keeping them there. They were just chatting, seemingly unbothered by the situation, but looked over to their men as they lay down.

“Filip Telford,” the sheriff said, “we are arresting you on suspicion of the kidnap of Catherine Duke-Dillinger. You do not have to say anything-”

“Fuck off,” Chibs laughed and looked at Happy in confusion.

The officers started to cuff the men as they argued about the charge only to be told they were being arrested for being accomplices in the crime. Happy frowned and fought against the cuffs. Kidnap? Was this her family taking them out or-

“Excuse me?!” A familiar, voice said angrily, “What on earth are you doing?”

Catherine appeared out of the work bay. Happy was immediately worried about her but he knew the cops wouldn’t do anything to her. She had her arms folded as she stormed over to the officer with an angry look on her face. Happy thought she was adorable when she was angry.

“Stay back, Ma’am,” the cop said, “this is a police matter. If you don’t want to be arrested I suggest you go home.”

“I can’t go home. You’ve got the people I live with in handcuffs.”

Kozik turned his head to look over at Happy and smirked when he saw his face. Happy liked it when she was bratty.

“Ma’am-”

“Don’t ‘Ma’am’ me! I am Catherine Duke-Dillinger! Do I look kidnapped?!” she held her wrists out to prove she wasn’t tied up, “Am I in danger?”

“Wait-”

“If you don’t untie these men immediately I will call my daddy’s lawyers and get you and your entire department fired!”

When the guy froze, Catherine took her phone out of her handbag and started to swipe through it. She tapped her high-heeled foot on the ground as she put the phone to her ear.

“Don’t worry Mr Chibs,” she said to him, “I’ll sort this mess out. Daddy has the best lawyer in California. Yes, hello? Mr Emerson? It’s Catherine.”

“Ma’am-”

Catherine put her hand up to stop the man talking and continued to speak to the lawyer about things that Happy didn’t even know she knew about. She was using words like, false arrest, probable cause, unlawful detainment and warrant. The officer repeatedly tried to interrupt her but she continued talking louder with her hand still in his face and refusing to look at him until he finally gave in and ordered for his men to start uncuffing the men on the floor and the two women at the wall.

“There has obviously been a mistake,” he told her submissively, “we’ll review the report and speak to the caller again. We apologise.”

With a triumphant smile, Catherine thanked the man on the other end of the phone and hung up. She didn’t say anything to the officer; just immediately went over to Chibs and helped him to his feet kindly before turning and surprising everyone to help Clay. She took his arm and allowed him to lean on her while he stood stiffly. She treated him like he wasn’t a biker gang president and spoke to him like he was any other old man.

“Are you ok, Mr Morrow?” Catherine asked in concern with her eyebrows furrowed and dusting off the front of his kutte for him, “They shouldn’t treat you like that. It’s not fair.”

“I’m… yeah. Fine.” Clay replied gruffly, just as shocked as everyone else.

Catherine nodded then seemed to look over all of the men before walking through the group and watching the police cars leave with a smug smile on her face and her arms folded over her chest.

“How did you do that?” Juice asked incredulously as they all dusted themselves off.

“You just gotta be pretty, rich and not let them speak. Wins arguments with guys all the time,” Catherine shrugged and turned to face them, “Is everyone alright? I bet that was Uncle Jerry’s call. Mom wouldn’t have called the cops if she knew I was safe.”

“What are you doing here?” Clay asked sceptically.

“Oh! I um… I brought you guys breakfast. I was just giving your guys that were working on the cars some when they arrived.”

When they all looked over to the work bay they saw the mechanics with takeout containers in their hands and eating various foods with plastic cutlery. Happy smiled slightly when he noticed the bags of food on one of the picnic benches.

“I got us pancakes,” she said to Happy, the first time she had acknowledged him, “come on. I got you bacon on yours because I know you like it.”

As they sat together, eating and talking, Clay realised something that the rest of the club had known for a long time. Happy liked Catherine. Happy Lowman, The Tacoma Killer, was flirting with the young, blonde girl. He was pushing her, nudging her as they sat together which made her laugh and shout at him. When he wasn’t flirting he had his arm crossed over her back and his hand on the seat on the other side with his body turned towards her and her body turned towards his. They liked each other.

“That’s gonna be trouble,” Clay murmured to Jax and nodding to where Happy was teasing Catherine with his bacon, “if the Donati’s find out.”

“If you were the Italian mafia,” Tig said when he overheard their conversation, “would you rather have Hap watching over your daughter or some rich LA boy that don’t even know how to wash his own ass?”

“They’ve been following her; they probably already know who we are and who he is.” Jax agreed, “If they were worried they would have done something by now.”

Clay hummed doubtfully but couldn’t disagree. They had killed a politician and a lot of other high profile people in New York; SAMCRO probably wouldn’t stand much of a chance.

HMMMMMMMMM- A short but necessary chapter! What do we think?

How much does Jack know? What will Catherine think when she inevitably finds out? Does Clay actually like Catherine now? What do we think of the whole club knowing that Happy likes Catherine?

What will their joined birthday party be like?!

Anyway! I will see you in the next one! See you soon!

Lots of love,

From,

Doe

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“Deadly Attraction” (Fem!Villains x Fem!Reader)

Hello my lil’ wings! My sumer holidays has begun!

Now i’ll have more time to update! So dont fret, the updates to your fav imagines will come soon! Anyway, sorry for not updating, college sucks the life out of students so i couldn’t update at all. Luckily now is summer and i have soo many ideas my wings! Also i have so many interesting request! i cant wait to start!

So stay tunned, wings! All your request are coming!

Also, This will be another series of this blog, I wrote this for pride month,and i liked it so it wil become a series. And I Hope you all like it too!

Villains need some love too!

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If you wanna be tagged in this or in any of my imagines message me anytime!

(Female villains included in this series: Catwoman, Harley Quin, Poison Ivy, Lady Shiva, Talia Al Ghul, Star Sapphire, Circe, Cheetah, Lena Luthor, Nyssa Raatko, Blackfire, Cheshire. If you want me to add any other, please leave a coment or message me who!)

I hope you all enjoy and happy pride month!

Martha and Thomas Wayne were proud parents of two.

They had Bruce after years of trying, when their works allowed it.

They loved him to pieces, they took time of the job to be able to care for him and when they couldn't, Alfred took care of him like his own.

Nevertheless, Martha missed something. She always wanted a girl. As a child she dreamed of having a daughter, she always admired the daughter-mom bond. Her own mother always said she was her best friend, she would always be there no matter what.

Martha wanted that bond too.

When she shared it with Thomas he agreed. He thought it would be good for Bruce -who has just turned seven- to have a little sister to care for. He also wanted a little girl.

When Bruce was seven,they thought it was a good moment.

A few weeks later, Bruce the ever so clever boy noticed that his mom glowed with a new found light. His dad had hugged her gently and kissed her deeply, even Alfred looked overjoyed!. Being the curious boy he asked.

“mommy daddy??” he titles his head.

His dad kneels by his side and hugs him sideways.

“hey Bruce, what would you say or having a baby sibling?” he smiled. Bruce eyes glowed as he smiled.

“ Am I going to be a big brother????” he smiled bright.

“Yes darling" his mom smiled and kissed his forehead as Bruce hugged her slightly round tummy.

“I'm going to be the best big brother!”

Nine months later, Bruce had to stay in the mannor with Alfred as his father took his mom to the hospital. He stayed up, worried as Alfred stayed by his side calming him down.

A day later, his parents came home with a soft creamy white blanket wrapped around a small bundle. He approached them with Alfred, he noticed his mom happy glowing face with slightly bags under her eyes. His father kissed her and took the bundle from her, he smiled and told her to get some rest, that he will take care of (y/n). She smiled as she held to Alfred arm and walked upstairs.

His father smiled at him, and pointed to the couch. Bruce followed and sat on the couch, his father sat next to him and told him to be careful. He then placed the small bundle on Bruce's chest.

It was so warm, small… He looked to the baby’s chubby face, he smiled as his eyes filled with happiness, he looked at his dad as his hands wrapped around the chubby baby. His father smiled, kissed his forehead as he spoke.

“Bruce, this is (y/n), (y/n) Wayne. Your little sister ”

Bruce smiled.

He will be the best big brother.

She will be protected.

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Night.

A gun.

Bang!

The sound of a body hitting the ground.

BANG!

Pearls hit the floor, as his mother's body flops to the floor.

Bruce looked at the criminal as he took of running.

He kneels by his dad body, his hands trembling, dread filling his body as he feels numb. Tears flow down his cheeks, cold and salty, making his eyes sting as his throat closes.

He's unable to speak.

Unable to move.

He just stares at his father's cold body, blood falling down his mouth.

From the corner of his eye he sees his mother move. He quickly crawls next to her, his mother grabs his hand in her weak hold. Her blue eyes stare at his, full of sadness and love.

She knows she isn't going to make it.

Her breath is labored, hard as she coughs, blood flow down her pretty face, her eyes look at his as she tries to speak. Searches for her voice, looking at him she smiles, her bloodied hand caresses his cheek.

“take...care..of her" she coughs more blood, knowing her time is closer she looks at him lovingly” W..we...love...you both..” she wheezes hard. Her throat closes as blood fills her throat.

She gives him one last smile, as her hands hold become weaker, her eyes lose all their light.

But her smile stays, it stays is in her face, as she had seen one of her two big loves, one last time.

Bruce stays cold,alone and numb. Between his parents bodies, his face with the bloody caress from his mother. His eyes sting harder as his throat comes undone in a loud, deafening, heartbreaking scream.

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Hours later, he's sitting in his parents room, he feels numb, empty, alone. He stares with a cold face out of the window. His heart feels empty. The gun resonates in his head on repeat. His father's begs. His mother's protective hug…

Bang…

Bang……

BANG!

He covers his ears as he feels the tears he thought had dried come back to his eyes.

Suddenly a infant cry broke the manners silence.

Bruce startle walked to his sound, seeing his little sister bawling ,shaking her little fist seeking comfort.

He felt his heart warm slightly as her little hand wraps around his finger.

He wasn't alone.

He saw his sister chubby face calm as she fell asleep again, holding his finger lovingly.

Bruce kissed her forehead as he smiled.

“ I will take care of us, (y/n)” he smiled. “whoever killed our parents will pay...I promise you that. “

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That was a long time ago.

Bruce keep his unspoken promise to his mother. He did his best to protect you.

While he always tried to be at your side like your parents did, but trying to keep the company in good hands and trying to find your parents murderers made it difficult.

He still tried his best but he knew you were in good hands as long as Alfred was with you.

Sadly for you, Bruce had growl overprotective of you after one time when you were six a mob tried and failed to kidnap you. Since then, he made sure you were never alone. In Gotham academy, in the manor anywhere, you were never alone.

Though you felt Incredibly alone.

Bruce always keep close watch on you, so good people never approached you afraid they would anger Bruce.

The only people who tried -and failed- were people that liked the name Wayne, but couldn't care less about who (y/n) was.

Then, one day everything changed.

It was the beginnings of spring, Bruce and Alfred had went out shortly to buy some of Bruce's gym clothes. Against your brother's complaints you decided to stay home, Alfred nodded and reminded you to not open the door and Bruce to get your bat and kick them and call 911. And thus you were here, in the manors library, reading your favorite book. You were wearing your favorite (f/c) cotton pants and your (s/f/c) shirt, drinking your (f/d) calmly.

You loved times like this, calmness, the warmth of books, your favorite drink and the soft chirp of birds.

When you had finished the third chapter your ears caught the pitter patter of someone's feet.

They were to light to be Alfred's and to slow to be Bruce's.

Alarms flared in your mind, you got up to catch the burglar by surprise.

You followed the shadow as it went down to the kitchen. You hid behind the kitchen island and watched. It was clearly a she, wearing black leggings, slightly broken in her knees. An old black leather jacket and a beanie with cat ears and goggles. She was older than you, probably around Bruce age. Her green eyes looked around until they found something interesting. She got up the counter and grab the cookie jar. She jumped down with a satisfied smirk and let the jar in the table, she took her beanie off letting her brow-black hair free;It was short and curly slightly buffy, you thought it was a cool haircut.

She picked the cookie and bit into it as her stomach growl in hunger.

You clutched your bat as you decided to get up.

“ A re you hungry?” your soft voice surprised her as she jumped into a defensive stand. “no no no! Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you! “ her eyes narrowed “i won't call the police either “ she calmed as her green eyes analyzed you. “I'm (y/n), and you?” you smiled.

“ Selina.” she said with a low voice. You smiled.

“ you're hungry selina?” you smiled. She nodded as she picked up the cookie that fell from her hand,quickly eating it. “want want a glass of milk?* her eyes sparkled at the mention as you smiled. “milk is it then.”

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That's how you meet your best friend Selina Kyle. She and you saw each other whenever Bruce wasn't around.

You two would hang in the library, drinking and eating snacks as Selina would tell you about her daily adventures. You smiled as you imagined having so many adventures too. Some other times you would cuddle together and watch some movie.

Once she even stayed for a sleepover.

Obviously Bruce had no idea of that.

But Alfred did. But he was way to happy you finally had a friend to tell Bruce.

You introduced Selina to Alfred, so he would be calm you weren't hanging out with a dangerous person. He seemed to believe her enough as he gave you his word that he would keep your secret.

Thus Selina and you began a wonderful friendship.

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“This is Moon. She's the kitten mama. This is her kitten star.” selina said proudly. You smiled as you pet the both cats as they purred in pleasure. “and this one is princess, she's the smallest kitten.” she held the kitten in her hand and showed it to you, you held her and smiled.

“she's adorable “ you said. Selina smiled as she put the milk in the two bowls. The alley was damp and cold. Her eyes caught a silhouette walking to them. She grab your hand and tell you you had to flee. You nodded and let the kittens in the safe place of the alley, holding Selina's hand you both took off running between giggles you arrived to Gotham plaza.

“That was fun!” you smiled happily, your breath laboured as you sat in a bench. “ The funnest thing since Bruce’s silly photocall.” you smiled at Selina, your (e/c) eyes bright and happy centered on her made her heart swell. She smiled too as her cheeks became slightly rosy.

“Want an ice cream?” she smiled.

“Yeah! sounds amazing!” you smiled. She smiled back and ran to an ice cream parlour.

You were looking at some pigeons when a young girl clutching a book passed by. A group of kids were laughing at her as her cheeks burned in shame, little tears in her eyes.

You, being the bleeding heart you were, stood up.

“hey! why don't you mess with someone your age?! oh that's right, you can’t mess with babies. “ You smirked at their surprised faces. “ Flee like the babies you are!” they took running as the blond girl stares at you amazed. You turned at her and she cowered, you smiled and put your hand on the smallest girl.

“ You're okay?”

“Y-yeah, thank you” She smiled, putting her long red hair behind her ear, shyly.

“Im (y/n). What’s your name?”

“P-Pamela.” She smiled at you.

“Well, Pamela if those kids try to mess with you again just show them who’s the better person, alright?” you smiled

“Okay.” She smiled, clutching her book closer, you looked at it curious. It was an old book, broken by the corners and yellowed pages. The covers looked old and dusty.

“ Oh, Darwin eh?” You smiled, pointing at the book.

“Y-Yeah. I love this b-book. It was given to me a long time ago.” She smiled, holding her copy of Insectivorous Plants closer.

“ My brother has his books in our library too!” You smiled.

“ You have a library?” she asked, amazed.

“Yeah!” You smiled. “Maybe I’ll show it to you one day!”

“T-that would be amazing!” She smiled, her cheeks slightly rosy.

Selina came back, after getting your ice creams. She looked out of breath, cluthing the slightly melting ice cream.

“ (n/n) we have to go- Who’s your friend?” Selina said, standing tall and close to you.

“Her name is Pamela, we met while you went to get ice cream!”

“hn.” Selina said looking at the red-head up and down. “ Nice to meet you. Now, (y/n) we have to go, please.”

“ Okay, Sel.” You smiled and put the flower Selina had put in your hair when she went to pick you up in her long red hair. “ Hope we can meet again soon, Pam.” you smile.

“ that would be great.” She smiled.

“Let’s goo, (n/n) “ Selina pouted.

“Okay! Let’s go.” You smiled as you waved Pamela goodbye, walking away with Selina.

Pamela touched the flower and smiled brightly.

She had a friend!

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Selina and you walked around some more eating your ice creams, She was still showing you around, which where the best rooftops to hang, where you could see the bay from.. It was all very awesome!

You two were chilling in said roof, you smile happily as you breathed fresh air. This had gave you your wing, the freedom you so much seeked.

All thanks to Selina.

You looked at her as she stared down the street, her button nose, tanned skin,pinkish lips and black hair.

She was really pretty, you thought blushing.

Suddenly a cry could be heard, a car had loosed control and was fastly driving towards a blond girl. People yelled to her to get out of the way, but she was like a deer in highlights. Staring at the truck, eyes wet and scared.

“Sel, we had to do something!!” you said.

Selina quickly jumped into action,looking for something that may be of use while you prepared yourself. She grabbed a rope and tied it tightly.

“Are you sure about this, (n/n)?” She asked worried.

“ Yes! there is no time!” you grabbed the rope,kissed Selina’s cheek , took a deep breath and jumped. Fastly approaching the girl as the truck came closer and closer.

She held his cheek as she blushed sadly the color of her skin paled as the truck drove faster and faster approaching quickly.

Selina looked scared as you and the girl disappeared as the truck drove by,leaving a cloud of screams of terror and shock on its tracks.

Selina stared in horror as the truck rode by, her heart wrenching painfully as her long nails buried in her palms.

be okay

“god damn it (n/n) BE OKAY!”

Her scream sounded along the street as the dust the truck woke disappeared. There were you, hugging the smaller blond to you chest as she sobbed. You looked up at the rood and smiled at Selina, waving.

Selina broke in a nervous laugh as she fell on her knees, she waved back as ligh tears of happiness fell from the corner of her eyes.

The people cheered, the tv had broadcasted your heroic act on air.

Selina quickly started climbing down to go with you, see if you were hurt in any way.

You sat hugging the small blond as she sobbed her eyes out. You brushed her blond hair as you shushed her to calm. She slowly calmed as she relaxed in your hold, you smiled at her as she looked at you sniffing softly, her pretty blue eyes dampt from tears. She smiled weakly as she whispered in a tight voice.

“Thank you” As you opened your mouth to answer the cries of her mother as she ran towards her made the attention of the child go to her mom.

“HARLEY! HARLEY OH MY GOD!” she ran as the presumably “Harley” get out of your hug to run to her mother soothing arms.

“mama!”she opened her arms as her mother clutched her in a bear hug.

“god, harley..thank you miss, thank you so much.” she thanked you as tears flowed from her eyes in relief.

“ it's what i had to do,ma’am.” you smiled. She thanked you once again as she walked away clutching her child, who gave one last look at you and smiled and waved, you waved back and she hid her face in her mother's neck, looking at you from her hair.

“(y/n)! “ Selina yelled as she hugged you hard. “ Never do this again! you almost gave me a heart attack!” She hid her face in you (long/short) hair. You rubbed her back as you hugged her.

“ I wont, i promise.” you smiled.

oh, if you knew smol (y/n)...if only you knew..

Selina keep clutching into you until it was time you went home again.

She accompanied you to the manor and until the door. There she gave you a kiss in the cheek and fleed. You smiled and opened the door, walking inside.

Everything was quiet and dark, you slowly walked upstairs when the light of the living room turned on.

Bruce was sitting in the couch, wearing his silk, black pajama, a big frown on his face as Alfred stayed by his side, a worried look on his eyes. In the tv, the images of your heroic act were on a loop. Bruce stopped the recording as his deep blue eyes stared into your (e/c) ones.

“ (y/n) Wayne. You're in big trouble”

Oh snap.

(Hope you all enjoyed! Please tell me your thoughts!)

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