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kentochronicles · 4 years ago

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***SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 5 OF WANDAVISION***

HOLY SHITE MY MIND IS BLOWN

TOMMY AND BILLY CRYING

“Do you want me to take that again?” “Take it from the top?”

Agnes knows ! Tiger - Ralph

“Dark liquor” Vision being concerned

Billy and Tommy aged up?!

I DO NOT TRUST HAYWARD

SCARLET WITCH - TALKING ABOUT HOW WANDA DOESN’T HAVE A CODENAME

SIS STRAIGHT UP TOOK VISIONS CORPSE

HEX — HER POWERS GET REFERRED TO AS HEX POWERS SOMETIMES IN THE COMICS

CAPTAIN MARVEL REFERENCE

NORM SAYING NONE OF IT IS REAL

SPARKY THE DOG - VISION HAD A STAND ALONE AND STOLE A DOG

HER ACCENT

LAGOS

SHE DOESNT KNOW HOW ANY OF THIS STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE

EVAN PETERS AS QUICKSILVER

DARCY GOING “SHE RECAST PIETRO?” MOOOD

X-MEN, START TO THE MULTIVERSE?!

WANDA CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE CONTROLLING IT

IS MONICA MAD AT CAROL???

MONICA X DARCY?! WHAT A POWER COUPLE THAT WOULD BE

SIS REALLY ENDGAME - ENDGAME ENDED WITH TONY’S FUNERAL AND WANDA PROBS WENT STRAIGHT FROM THERE AND STOLE HER DEAD BF’S CORPSE (can’t really blame her, it looked like they were trying to experiment on Vis and could it be Hayward behind it?)

WHO WAS THAT ENGINEER THAT MONICA WAS GOING TO CONTACT?

BABY VISION

AND AGNES DEFINITELY KNOWS SOMETHING

DARCY FINALLY GOT HER COFFEE

SO VIS SAID THAT WANDA COULD’VE MADE EVERYTHING SUBCONSCIOUSLY AND THAT OVER TIME SHE BECAME AWARE OF IT, AND SIS DEFO HAS SOME CONTROL BUT IT’S NOT ALL HER. I THINK AGNES IS AGATHA HARKNESS AND EITHER MEPHISTO IS BEHIND IT OR IT’S NIGHTMARE AND THEY’VE MAYBE POWERED UP NIGHTMARE

***FURTHER UPDATES AND EASTER EGGS***

Auntie Agnes and Agnes saying she has a few tricks up her sleeve - we should definitely take note of that seeing as Agnes definitely has something to do with the whole situation

Wanda and Vision’s house changed again, being inspired by Family Ties, possibly Full House and Growing Pains

“Do you want me to take it from the top?” It seems as though when someone, this time Vision, steers away from the script, things either reset themselves or people become aware to some capacity, although Agnes probably already knows

Speaking of Growing Pains - It had a spin off called “Just the 10 of Us” in which the director for Wandavision, Matt Shakman, was apart of the cast - and seemingly also inspired the theme song for this week

We should definitely keep an eye on Monica and her potential for powers. With Maria last episode revealed to have gone by the name ‘Photon’ (which is a name that Monica uses as one of her aliases in the comics) and could inspire Monica’s name as she develops her powers - those scans didn’t look 100% normal. Monica has also used the Captain Marvel monicker in the comics

Wanda’s energy field and such being referred to as “Hex” short for Hexagon, could be a little nod to the comics where Wanda’s powers are sometimes called Hex powers

She’s never been referred to as the Scarlet Witch on the big screen - and it seems as though she soon may earn that code name

So we now know that Wanda stole Vision’s corpse from S.W.O.R.D, but did she actually re animate him fully? He’s still got the gem in the centre of his forehead, but the last time he had it was in Infinity War where it promptly got ripped out by Thanos - so has Wanda found her own way of reanimating him and he’s alive or is he dead and just a trick of the mind - though from other trailers/previews, Vis is seen trying to and looks successful at leaving Wanda’s barrier

They had a little call back to Captain America: Civil War with the Sokovia Accords, which were targeting the Avengers in general but were created when Wanda lost control of her powers and killed civilians

A little joke towards Vis as playing “Father Knows Best” in their little suburbia - Which was a sitcom that ran for 200 episodes in the 50’s

Sparky ! A little nod to the little green dog from the Walta and King comics run for Vision and unfortunately soon meets the same fate 💔

A little nod to Endgame when we hear from Monica that Wanda definitely could’ve taken down Thanos by herself had Thanos not rained fire - and Jimmy arguing that Captain Marvel could’ve just as easily done it - which leaves Monica with an angry look on her face

Good ol’ dial up internet

Can Vis “save” the residents of Westview? He can still seemingly interact with people’s minds, with or without the mind stone - Norm soon comes out of his trance as Vis snaps him out of it and asks to call his sister and that he has to save them all from “her” - now this “her” could be Wanda...but it could also be Agnes and then Vis shuts him down soon enough again and Norm goes back to his sit com self

Billy and Tommy are fully aware, or at least suspect Wanda’s abilities - after asking her to bring back Sparky from the dead and speaking of Billy and Tommy - could they be semi permanent fixtures in the MCU, it would help to introduce the Young Avengers eventually. They'll do Young Avengers at some point since Kang is supposed to be a thing in the third Ant-Man.

Teddy, unfortunately, I don't think will be here for a bit (I really hope he is though!). I think the guy they hired that everyone is rumoring to be Teddy might just be an episode about Billy coming to terms with his sexuality and Wanda and Vis learning to accept it in the way that era of tv they're in would go about with that kind of episode and the dude is just a dude - but again, I really hope it’s Teddy 😭

Wanda leaves the hex after a mini missile/plane tries to shoot at her - and she’s in her Scarlet Witch costume and is seemingly mostly back to her “normal self”, which includes her accent !

Lagos brand paper towels - “For when you make a mess you didn’t mean to” - a nod to Civil War again in which Wanda accidentally blew up a building in Lagos and caused the Sokovian accords to come to fruition

The mail man again - I also think he was in the commercial but anywho - “Your mom won’t let him go far” similar to “Much like she won’t let anyone leave” a potential nod to Wanda or Agnes not letting anyone leave?

“We can’t reverse death” and yet she brought Vision back - keeping in mind that he’s an android but still a little foreshadow to what happened at the end of the ep? Better yet, could Pietro coming back be a distraction for Wanda? Agnes or whoever introducing someone that Wanda lives in hopes that she won’t go full on breakdown superpowers or just to give her an attachment to Westview even more and make her not want to leave at all

“She recasted Pietro” EVAN ! I’m so pumped for this - it seems this could turn into the X-Men making their debut earlier than expected possibly? In any case, it’s a nice little Easter Egg to the previous Fox franchise of X-Men movies where Evan played Peter Maximoff “Quicksilver” alongside James McAvoy as Prof X, Hugh Jackman as Wolverine and so many others - and with Deadpool being confirmed as Disney’s first R rated film, it seems Mutants are definitely on their way to the MCU

Agnes is definitely Agatha or a gender bent Nightmare

The way Billy shed himself and Tommy up was scary - definitely a little nod to his powers coming in

Multiple different perspectives of Wanda saying that Monica left

Red Hex dialled up to around light sources (computer, window, etc.)

Vision mentions reading Charles Darwin’s The Descent of Man - which could refer to Mutants entering the MCU, Mutants being superior to humans

Agnes calls herself Auntie Agnes - in episode 2 during the title sequence in the grocery store there’s a product called ‘Auntie A’s Kitty Litter’

Agnes refers to herself as a Tiger and in the episode, there’s a Tiger on the dining table in the kitchen - could that be a listening device, her eyes and ears?

There are no other children in Westview - Billy and Tommy are immune because they have no prior trauma

Elizabeth Olsen’s photos are real and slightly altered with Sokovian flags in the background

In the birthday shot of Billy and Tommy, they have ‘1,2,3,4,5’ candles all on one cake

In the holiday photos, Vision goes from Turkey to Easter Bunny, to Santa and progressively gets more unhappy - realising he no longer wants to play along in Wanda’s Hex

During Monica’s callbacks to seeing Wanda’s pain inside her head, we see a new shot of Wanda crying - it looks like it’s around the time she stole Vision’s corpse, as the outfit she’s wearing is very similar, if not the same - could this be an after shot of when she’s trying to bring Vision back?

During the scene where we see the footage of Wanda stealing Vision’s corpse, the S.W.O.R.D logo that appears on the table has 8 stars around the rim of the logo but then has a 9th one in the middle - could this be a little Easter Egg to the nine realms of the Cosmos? And there’s also a map showing Cape Canaveral, could that be where S.W.O.R.D’s headquarters are?

Wanda and Pietro were born in 1989 to Irina and Oleg Maximoff - who were killed in an air raid when the twins were 10. In the comics, Wanda and Pietro were raised by Django and Maria Maximoff, before their true parentage was revealed as being the children of Magneto, however, in the comics this has been retconned so that Wanda and Pietro are no longer Mutants and the High Evolutionary had just disguised them as Mutants (something I think they should undo tbh - MARVEL, PLEASE MAKE WANDA AND PIETRO MUTANTS AGAIN!!!)

Speaking of the air raid, that was also referenced in Age of Ultron by Pietro and Wanda - “We were 10 years old, having dinner the four of us. And the first shell hits 2 floors below, makes a hole in the floor” - was the beeping Stark toaster be what that was referring to?

WHIH reappears for a brief cameo as the news service in the MCU - and Hayward cuts off Jimmy as he was trying to defend Wanda’s reputation, in which Jimmy then turns to Darcy and says “I try not to speak ill of people” Darcy then follows up with “Then allow me, Hayward’s a-“ and then she’s cut off by a shot back to Hayward saying the word “Terrorist” which would make sense as it seems with Vision’s corpse, he may have been trying to make sentient weapons and by subverting Vision’s will and blaming Wanda of doing the same. In the footage shown of Wanda stealing Vision’s remains, we see Vision broken up into parts and S.W.O.R.D seems to be experimenting on him and this seems to be the robotics/nanotech project that Hayward was referring to. Monica asks Hayward about the footage saying “When was this?” to which Hayward replies saying “9 days ago. Maximoff stormed our facility, stole Vision’s body and resurrected him” - this would mean that Wanda took Vision 2 weeks after the events of Endgame, about a week before Monica returned to S.W.O.R.D and Hayward didn’t tell her any of this and when he sent her in there, he knew exactly what he was doing - with her reputation after Civil War, this makes it easier for Hayward to paint her as the villain.

Back in Westview, Tommy wears red and Billy wears green - which are the colours that Wiccan and Speed wear in the comics, respectively. And it’s also the colours that Wanda and Vision are known for and appears quite a lot in their wardrobes

More in regards to Sparky, he was the synthezoid dog in Tom King’s run of Vision - the story being that he was originally a dog named Zeke who unfortunately passed away after digging up the Grim Reaper’s corpse and getting zapped. The Grim Reaper’s helmet appears during the title sequence of Episode 2 in the floorboards. Could Sparky have been trying to dig up a similar thing when he was caught by Agnes and consequently killed?

Monica mentions that she knows this aerospace engineer, they’re never shown but she is seen texting them. Could it be Reed Richards a.k.a Mr Fantastic? Hayward did mention that some astronauts used to work for S.W.O.R.D before a mission went haywire - though it seems a bit lacklustre to introduce such highly anticipated characters this way. Could it instead be the Skrull daughter of Talos that Monica befriended at the end of Captain Marvel? She mentioned that they had extraterrestrial allies in episode 4 working with her and Fury as apart of S.W.O.R.D - in the Spanish subtitles they use the feminine articles for this engineer - so I think it’s more likely to be Talos’s daughter

The board that we saw in Episode 4 now includes the mailman, drivers license and all - could he be Jimmy’s missing witness?

The tension in the room after Jimmy references Carol is similarly seen when in Spider-Man: Far From Home, where Peter asks Skrull Fury/Talos “How about Captain Marvel?” To which Talos replies “Don’t involve her name”. Fury, Monica and Talos were all on the side of the Skrulls by then end of Captain Marvel and the space station that Fury was on maybe apart of S.W.O.R.D. So did Carol betray them?

A slight reference to Captain America: The First Avenger is made when Monica pulls a Peggy Carter and shoots at something to see if it’s bulletproof, in Peggy’s case it was the iconic Captain America shield and in the case of Monica, it was her clothes that she was wearing after Wanda threw her out of the Hex

Abilash (Norm) never states that Wanda is the one that Vision has to save them from, it’s just “her” - could this instead be Agnes?

When Billy is training Sparky to sit, he puts the treat by his ear up to his temple - a future reference that Billy will one day share the same powers as his mum?

During the scene in which Wanda leaves the Hex briefly, she turns the guns onto Hayward but none are trained on Monica - she may still trust Monica slightly, whereas with Hayward, she slightly more pissed off because of what he was doing to Vision’s remains. And turning a bunch of guns on the people you don’t trust? Like father, like daughter as Magneto pulls a similar move in one of the X-Men films - Hopefully, the big cameo they keep teasing will be Ian McKellan as Magneto or the Magnus of this House of M adaptation

During when Agnes “found” Sparky, she says he died from eating too many leaves from her plants - in the Tom King Vision run, one of Vision’s kids ends up killing Sparky and sees inside his stomach that there’s a plant that Agatha Harkness grows in her garden

All the names that appear during the credits that Wanda tries to run to end the show and to stop Vision from talking are names of people who work on the actual Wandavision show itself

When Evan Peter’s version of Quicksilver shows up, he says “Does a long lost bro get to squeeze his sister to death or what?” I DO NOT TRUST THIS PIETRO - Similar to Wandavision, the Fox X-Men movies moved up decade by decade - First Class was in the 1960s, Days of Future Past was in the 1970s, Apocalypse was in the 1980s and Dark Phoenix was in the 1990’s - which would make even more sense as MCU! Pietro wasn’t born until 1989, whereas Peter was active during the 1980s. I reckon that this Pietro is Jimmy’s missing witness, Agnes’s husband Ralph and is disguising itself as a comforting presence to Wanda as Vision no longer brings comfort and is trying to bring Wanda back to reality - and when he shows up, the mirror in the background behind Wanda is slightly distorted but his hand looks red and in the shot as well, there seems to be a grey arm reaching towards Pietro - in the shot itself behind and in front of Wanda, there’s nothing there but in the mirror, there is! Either way, I do not trust this Pietro and it’s just an entity trying to give Wanda the last thing that could make her happy - but it won’t last, as everything is already breaking down around her.

I seriously seriously love this show so much 💙

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 4 years ago

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Male Selkie: Jaemos

Anon ask: Could you write a love/lemon story about a lonely 17 year old who goes to the ocean to shed seven tears into the sea in hopes to summon a male selkie? And perhaps you could have the selkie be named Jaemos or Robert. As for looks the selkie should have a fair complexion, sparkly hazel eyes, and gorgeous curly brown hair. Tysm. ;)

I would feel uncomfortable writing a lemon since the reader would be under 18, but I will probs write another part to this soon.

Warnings: some language

Male monster x GN Reader

Seven Tears to Shed

It seemed easy enough, but it appeared ridiculous. But in the end, what more could you lose?

The water waded through you, swaying and parting as you got deeper into the lake of sapphire. Hopping into your small boat and sailing out, you appreciated the weather being so calm – thank God – with few to no ripples that swayed the boat you sat on the further you got out. You didn’t want to be dealing with nausea if the boat was swaying from bad weather, so that was something to be thankful for.

Would this work though? You held your scepticism, unveiling the crude crumpled note from your jeans pocket, the scribbles of jotted notes you had taken that you had copied so plainly. Seven tears to shed to gain another. The fable was spread from fisherman wives than to book and to social media; some holding the theories that it worked compared to some who thought of it as nothing more than a hoax.

But you liked to think of yourself as someone who expected so much but only got so far for disappointment, knowing full well that this would not go so well.

You looked to the jotted down instructions, each numbered with your own notes added to help your thoughts. Now, the easier part was done, the hardest was getting into the mood to cry. Easier said than done. You snorted, looking over the calm water, seeing the glum figure you couldn’t recognise staring back up at you.

Number one: Someone you once loved.

You snorted unflattering in the cold air to yourself, “This is ridiculous.”

But the ridiculousness of it all would help. Someone you once loved, simple: your crush of Jeremy Miller in the 7th grade. Popular, smart, blond hair and blue-eyed, he was the golden child, not a jock like all the other boys your age, Jeremy was well known for his love for acting. You had only shared a conversation with him maybe once, and that had been by accident, but you and your naïve mind looked way into his simple word of kindness for someone like you. But that crush died and crumbled like ash to the ground when you found out that your secret crush on him had been spread thanks to your cheerleader Eloise got hold of your diary, choosing to tell everyone and him. He turned out to be just as much as a dickhead as she had been, and for the rest of the year, you chose to hide along the school walls, the standing joke everyone looked for.

That first tear had come easier than you had expected: the anger helped especially. It ran down your cheek and slipped into the water with little force to break the surface, disappearing. So long, fucker. You anger dissipated before moving on.

Number two: Someone you lost.

This was more sentimental to you, and upon seeing the way how your handwriting became illegible, shaky to the end of the line, it told you it would be rather difficult. You clasped the side of the boat with an unsettling exhale, the one person that only came to mind was your grandmother you had lost a few years ago. Old age had taken her but it had taken her away so beautifully, bringing her to join the nature you were surrounded by now. You could feel her no matter where you went, a twirl of the breeze in your hair, a canary’s singing when your window was open, you knew she was always there.

The second tear was followed with a cry that resounded in your chest, too close to your heart, and took some time to finally calm. The water rippled with its decent to guide your tear gently, engulfing it smoothly. You wiped the back of your red wet face with the back of your sleeve, telling yourself to resume before you got too caught in the moment.

Number three and four were similar, both requiring you to of lost something but for you to gain it once again. In the end, it didn’t matter whether that thing was personal to you, you had to say goodbye to it. You had lost the happiness you once felt as a child, but to the benefit of it all, you resided to your privacy by drawing. It wasn’t much, but it helped keep bad thoughts away on some days, allowing you to do what you loved best.

Number five was someone you missed the most in your life, and although the memories stung like the previous tears, the face that stuck was your best friend at the time, Jade. And although the good times could be seen, it didn’t hide the stuck up and two-sided personality she wielded, using you for her own gain. In the end, the friendship ended with much more ease than sorrow. But seven years’ worth of torment could get anyone relieved for it to be over, and so those tears were in her farewell.

Number six and seven had arrived with little to no faith you held in how it would end. Proving that maybe after all that crying, it would be pointless. You sighed heavily, reading over the last two, drawling the right thoughts.

Number six: Yourself

Though there were many things you loathed of yourself, you didn’t want others to feel sympathetic to your story, nor other the fact that you were indeed lonely. Your story was long and convoluted, but you wished someone was good and decent enough to read it from the beginning. This farewell for your own loneliness was the one you wished to see gone the quickest.

All these tears: one for anger, two for loss, two for relief, one in farewell whilst the last was for a new beginning. It could be anything you wanted, wished or craved for – but better beginnings sounded all too promising.

Number seven: A final wish

“I wish… I just wish for someone patient to listen, not to question, but let me feel something.” You said aloud, finally ripping at the paper as you scattered it to the wind, allowing that final droplet to run down your cheek.

You weren’t expecting instant miracles and in those seconds of having said your wants and crying away the past, you listened to the rush of water surging closer to your boat, and at that moment when you opened them, you were surprised with a little visitor.

The fur of the seal was plump and grey, silvery in contrast to the murky waters as it twirled and moved closer to your boat, its wide black eyes staring up into yours as it made eye contact with you as it continued to travel, passing by you and coming up behind the boat, where you believed it would disappear on with its journey.

You snorted to yourself, “I’m losing it. I can’t believe I was talking to a seal.”

“Correct, but I suppose that’s what people like to believe.” A sudden voice was so clear as rain, smooth and whimsical startled you so that you almost rocked off the side of your boat, coming from behind you. “These waters have never been so calm, heh, though… it’s not every day someone comes to shed their seven tears.”

This couldn’t be true… you were in the middle of a lake, yet you were certain you could hear a clear voice almost next to you. “Who’s there?” Your confusion and worry were evident in your tone, where the voice - clearly male - replied, “You could call me what you want, but I would like to call myself your listener.”

“That’s bullshit—you must’ve followed me… there’s no way you could’ve magically appeared… unless,” then it hit you. The grey seal, following along the side of your boat when you cried your final tear, moving behind the boat. No-

You turned to peer over the edge of your boat with some hesitancy, believing all you would see would be a small adorable seal, when in fact you were totally wrong. The first thing that came into your sight was the blinding porcelain white skin that seemed almost blinding in the deep waters. They were drenched, with only their mop of wet curly brown hair on show, and wide hazel eyes that seemed to almost sparkle in the water’s surface. This man was too beautiful to be anything but your saviour. No, maybe a swimmer coming through or just a weird dude who was creeping on a 17-year-old-

“You seem lost, dear,” the handsome male stretched up until more of his bare torso was out from the water. “Penny for your thoughts?”

This person could’ve been a madman, preying on young people like you, and you were out in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to defend yourself with. That’s what you should’ve been thinking, but your mind only came to think of one thing at that moment.

“You’re a seal?”

“A selkie, your people usually call me, though it’s not every day I’m called that.” The male laughed, supporting himself so casually by propping his lithe arms against your boat. “Any other questions?”

You shook your head in disbelief, trying to gauge at what you were really believing. Was your head that mad that you were imagining a completely different creature to you? “Were you listening to me? Listening to me cry?”

“As creepy as it seems, to shed seven tears grants you the final everlasting wish you so dream for,” the selkie replied. “You wished for someone – a friend – perhaps, and well… here I am.”

“So, you listen to everyone crying and you grant wishes? Do you grant the same wishes to everyone?”

“Not quite,” he laughed. “Everyone has different wishes, and so did you, but I just so happen to give the perfect gift of all.”

You titled your head, eyebrows raised incredulously, “Yourself?”

“My power does not lie between what I allow and grant, but… I thought I would allow myself to help with your certain request.”

There was an awkward pause that waved itself in the air between the two of you. “So, you’re like my friend or something?”

“I’m a protector, whatever you wished for, so a listener,” there was a loud thud that resonated within the boat, and when you looked, he had thrown something thick like a grey blanket in, sopping wet. “That there is yours to keep.”

“What—your skin?”

“You don’t know many things about selkies, do you, dear?” He laughed, pointing to the pelt. “When a human catches a selkie and keeps its pelt, the selkie cannot transform or return to the water. So, forever more until you get bored of me, I am forever bound to you.”

You snorted out in disbelief, “No, you can’t be serious.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I cannot lie, I tell the truth as we speak.” This man-

“No, listen, I’m 17. What are my parents going to say when I return with some naked stranger who I found in a lake? They’ll think I’m insane, more so than already!” I can’t be this guy’s carer, I can barely even look after myself.

“Hey,” the selkie’s voice was calm yet cheerful when he brought you out of your freak-out. “We’ll get through this together. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t mind me looking after you.” If only you knew my parents. You dreaded, before finally coming up with an idea.

“I cannot keep your pelt.”

The pale male’s face had dropped suddenly at the drastic sombreness of your words, his eyes turned downcast. “Oh, right.” He went to let go of the boat’s side but you were quicker to grab his hand, making him turn back to you with surprise. “No, what I mean is, for the safety of both of us, you can stay here. Where you’re at home, and I can come to visit, since if you are to be my listener, we need to make sure you’re comfortable too, right?”

He wanted to reply to you, his mouth opening and shutting but finally, he said, “I guess. But, you must promise. If we are to be friends, we must trust each other. I am certain on my word, are you?”

You still couldn’t believe everything that today had thrown at you, let alone you were wanting to agree, but you were too curious for your own good. “Yeah, sure. I promise.”

He beamed a white smile back at you again, your chest rising and falling as something warm replaced what was usually so empty, fading again before you could realise. It was… nice.

“What’s your name then, Mr seal?”

The selkie was halfway through putting back on the seal pelt, melding seamlessly with his human body as if he was zipping up a costume without needing a zipper. It looked comical to you, but it was still amazing to witness.

“Jaemos, or Robert, though that was thanks to some little girl deciding to call me that one time,” he laughed to himself, his teeth just as white as his skin. His bright eyes looked back into yours once more. “Whatever is easier to remember.”

“Jaemos it is then since it was the first option.” You smiled softly, grabbing at the ores to begin your way back to the shore before you looked back on him. “Hey, if it’s not too much trouble, could you lend me a flipper to push me back to shore?”

“You would never be too much trouble, dear,” he replied, lifting himself onto the side you were on so suddenly, almost like he was throwing himself in the boat, before affectionately twisting a piece of your hair behind your ear, laughing when he saw your beet-red cheeks warm. “That’s something troubled people would say.”

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elriel-oblivion · 4 years ago

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So I started this in the last week of 2020, and I'm ready to post it 😊 I've still got a couple other wips I'd started before this one but I haven't been bothered to finish those lol so I'm putting this one out first. Anyway, this'll be 6 parts long; I'll prob put up the next part in three or four days.

I'll put word counts so you can gauge how long each part is and if you wanna read it 😅 Also lemme know if you'd like to be tagged

Word count: 2.2K

AO3

Ashes from the Deep

Part I

The shadows were colder than usual tonight. On better days, their chill wrapped Azriel's bones in an icy embrace, a comforting freeze numbing any semblance of feeling in his wasted heart.

But this miserable night, they were searing cold, the kind of cold piercing the highest of mountain peaks; the kind of cold that penetrated the brain itself. He shivered as he travelled through those shadows, dark mists and wisps coiling like vines about his head.

Maybe he was deliberately searching for the coldest areas. Maybe he wanted a complete absence of feeling: physical, emotional, spiritual. It would certainly be easier to feel nothing than trying to quell the frigid rage inside. How could an avalanche be stopped once it started?

Further and further he moved through his shadows, dawn chasing him from a few hours away. Mountains and villages surged past through those charcoal mists, making way to depthless forests and ravines. He clenched his jaw tight against the cold, memory guiding him home.

But the fresh blood he'd seen earlier, and the mutilated remains of that little girl, one wing torn off and lying bent at the edge of the dirt path ... Her unseeing eyes were glazed, that shine as bright and true on his mind as the glint of moonlight on the blade of Death. And her scream. Cauldron, it curdled his own blood.

He'd been but a minute late. A matter of seconds were all that stood between him and the sadistic bastard who'd brutalised that child. Barely a heartbeat in his lifetime.

He blinked once to rid himself of her stare. Twice.

The image remained, muddying with his path home. His hands clenched and unclenched, nails biting into his skin, but the girl's hazel eyes and her ashen skin and the fingers outstretched for that severed wing remained an imprint on his vision.

Why was this affecting him so much? It wasn't the first time he'd seen horrors like this. But if Azriel wanted to be honest with himself, some days were harder than others simply because they were. Some days, the despair rattled his core and tossed him far out - because he was a person and emotions, feelings, these things were too abstract to be boxed in.

Everything had a limit. Had Azriel ever truly reached his?

Sometimes Azriel himself didn't understand how he kept it all in. How he didn't react or display any sign of having seen or heard the things he did. Sometimes he was repulsed by himself because of it. At least Cassian and his rare vomiting showed some of the humanity inside.

Azriel gave away nothing. Was there even humanity in himself? Everyone but his family looked at him like he was an unhinged monster imprisoned by his Illyrian skin. Like he was moments from escape and they would be his first victims.

Or - not just his family. Her. Elain. Did he consider he family? Perhaps it was too early, or even too inappropriate to do so.

Either way, how could he stain the sudden image of her with himself, with the horrors he'd just seen, had always had the displeasure of seeing? She was lovely and warm and beautiful and he was dark and cold and hideous.

Elain. Something inexplicable stirred in him at the thought of her.

He tried to calm it, this heat, this single star in his midnight sky. But it remained. And it grew.

And he was disgusted. Ashamed. He was not worthy of her.

And it ached. Another unrequited love.

That word snapped something in him. Mocked him.

Love.

A choking sound ripped from his throat and he welcomed it, let it mount into a scream, let it tear through his body and soul. Like that monster was finally breaking free. It was invigorating yet scorching. It burned him from the inside out but the cold of those shadows permeated his mind so heavily, he forgot the essence of corporeality and only his soul seemed to drift.

His ragged breathing sounded, throat parched. Where was he? Through the shadows, all around him, there seemed only darkness. Was he flying? No, the shadows sang their usual baritone thrum as opposed to the high harmony of the wind.

Above, no stars glistened. His eyes strained but nothing peeked through. It wasn't often that his shadows became this thick; usually thin and wispy, they now shrouded his being, coalescing over, in him. He became the cold, a shadow, darkness itself, floating through the ether, higher and higher like ashes on the wind.

But even ashes settled down at some point.

Unless his soul truly were ascending, unless this truly were death. It almost seemed too easy. All the battles, those two great wars, the poison that shot through his veins and stole his breath as per Hybern's whim. Poison that sometimes woke him up in cold sweats, a phantom memory of its iciness picking through his body as though he were being cut up by the sharpest blade ...

Sometimes it even felt like his own blade.

No, this couldn't be death. A mere scream, the image of lives lost, a bloody fight - he hated to admit that these were commonplace among his memories, his life. But in doing so, he knew death was too easy an aftermath for what had happened tonight.

Death, an ascent. But he was sure when his time came, his stained soul would descend like the demon he was.

So he grounded, drifting down weightlessly until the solidity of rock steadied him. He would not go to that darkest of places yet. But he was still exhausted. So damn tired of everything. He feared that if he dropped into a slumber right now, he'd not get up for a lifetime. As it was, his legs almost gave out, but he forced some remaining strength back into them. All he had to do was get home now.

He stepped out of his shadows; Devlon's camp was quiet around him. A fire to his far right sputtered in the harsh winds and Azriel swept himself back into his shadows.

This time he travelled faster, composing himself, locking his muscles and bones up, clenching his jaw. He let that familiar cool comfort drain his rage, cleaning it through his veins before it settled in the frozen lake of his heart where the rest of his darkness lay, inescapable through the impenetrable foot of icy wrath and sorrow. He savoured his shadows, a confidant in their own right, thanked them for their understanding and the escape he found within them.

But they were growing warmer now. Azriel squinted through them as they shifted him across land and water - the scape of Velaris and its brilliant lights greeted him. Closer to home now, he could breathe with a looser chest but this was still unusual; his shadows shouldn't be warmer, they should be cool and refreshing, like the autumn night breeze beyond.

His wings rustled, body reacting to his shadows' autonomy before his thawing mind caught up. 'Where are you taking me?' he murmured.

Mist swirled about him and the shadows deposited him at the far edge of the dimly lit back garden at his High Lord and Lady's riverfront estate. Why would they bring him here? Rhysand and Feyre were at the mountain cabin, Cassian and Nesta were together in Illyria and Mor was at the Winter Court. As far as he knew, Amren was at her own apartment so the only person left was -

'Azriel!' came Elain's voice. It was distant in a way it shouldn't be.

Azriel leaned against a tree, pretending to fiddle with the Siphon atop his left hand. Breathing was difficult but he swallowed and exhaled in a shudder.

He needed to fully compose himself before anyone saw him like this. If only his damn shadows hadn't taken control for those last few moments, he'd be in his own home and lying in that swirling darkness in peace. Though, he supposed, it was his own fatigue that had yielded that control.

'Azriel!' Elain cried, stopping in front of him. Her face was caught between a frown and a wince and her arm was raised slightly. 'You don't look okay.'

As always, he was momentarily stunned by how unafraid this small female was of him. Here he was in his full armour, every bit the monstrous warrior that sent his people scurrying into their homes and locking their doors, and yet Elain stood strong before him. Like she saw not a killing machine but a person.

She never even commented on how his shadows made to disappear around her. Perhaps she hadn't noticed.

He swallowed before he let out what he thought was a light laugh. 'I'm fine, don't worry.' But he could hear the hoarseness of his voice, now facing the consequences of that scathing scream. And his limbs felt even heavier than before, like someone had injected liquid lead into them.

'You don't have to pretend with me, Azriel,' she whispered, lowering both her gaze and arm.

He paused, trying to catch her gaze. The constant light in her eyes whenever she looked at him was a balm to his soul. He could use some of that right now.

He reached out an arm, so impossibly leaden right now - if he could just get to sit down -

'Can I wash your hair, please?'

He started. 'You want to wash my hair?'

Elain's eyes flicked back up to skirt over his, up to his hair, where they stayed pinned. 'I'm positive that's mud and you shouldn't sleep with that in your hair. It'll only take a few minutes.'

Shit. He hadn't even thought of his appearance after that bloody fight earlier. How that had slipped his mind? He ran a hand through his hair, and surely enough, crumbs of dirt rained down.

Although, he really hadn't expected to turn up here of all places. In the privacy of his own home, he wouldn't have cared if he were missing a whole damn limb, if only it meant he could sleep like the dead.

Not to mention that sleeping with a little mud was the least an Illyrian warrior's problems. But Elain's care was something of a punch to his gut. When was the last time someone had truly tended to him for reasons that weren't battle or holiday related?

'You've managed to get some on your face, too,' she said, brow furrowed as she stared at his cheek.

Her eyes were so deep and focused, he wished they would just meet his once. But of course, that level of scrutiny he'd come to learn from Elain meant shyness. Just shyness. She was so endearing, he could've laughed with such fondness if he weren't so damn tired. He wished this whole damn night would be over already.

His leg faltered slightly and he stumbled forward.

'I'm washing your hair. It'll help relax you into falling asleep.'

He raised his brows at her, but she simply took his arm and began leading him towards the house. She looked so small before him but didn't slow despite dragging his bulk behind her.

Halfway across the garden, he pulled her to him with his free arm, his shadows saving the both of them the energy of walking through that mansion of a home.

'My bathroom,' she murmured. Elain didn't balk through the five seconds of that darkness, didn't even look surprised. She showed no sign of hearing the spike in his pulse either. Thank the Mother.

He set them in her bathroom, and she didn't look at him once as she flitted around the chamber, pulling a chair from her bedroom to the sink and grabbing a towel, soap and a jug from the cupboard. Standing there, his breathing began to smooth out.

The window was open, a chill breeze sweeping in. The faelights were dim and their placid light sent a dusky illumination over Elain's features. Some bottles of oils and herbs sat on the edge of the bathtub. Azriel had heard of people using oils for bathing, but herbs? Perhaps they were like flower petals, used for their scent.

Towel in hand, Elain waited at the sink, placing the soap and jug down. 'I think you'll have to collapse your armour for this.'

Azriel nodded, tapping his Siphon. Within seconds, that second skin of cold scales and gleaming wrath was safely stored away. Just his plain black trousers and tunic were left.

Elain's eyes caught every moment of the transformation. 'It's beautiful, all of it.'

He didn't even know if she was speaking of his armour or the basic clothes underneath or what, but his face warmed slightly, wings rustling.

'Please sit,' she said, gesturing to the chair. As he did, she wrapped the towel around his shoulders, fingers hovering above his forehead for a few seconds.

Those seconds felt perennial. He almost shuddered as her fingers made contact with his skin. Her hands were so gentle as they pushed his head back, and he shifted in the seat. He lowered his wings, and she stepped into the space he provided. She was still as he got comfortable, only turning the tap once he was settled. There was a slight crease between her brows, and he clenched his fists to keep from smoothing it out.

Sounding so much like his own mother that his throat tightened, she whispered, 'You can close your eyes.'

So he did.

Feedback is welcomed, thanks for reading 😊

#elain archeron #azriel #elriel #acotar #elain x azriel

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destinyc1020 · 4 years ago

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I’ve seen you be pretty diplomatic about this but I’d like to know if you think the way the ‘public’ side of T&Z relationship was handled was detrimental in the long run or worth not having the GP be invasive.

Oof..... To me, this is a pretty complicated question with a pretty complicated answer Anon lol 🤦🏾‍♀️😄 But I'll try to make it as brief as I can.

I think back during the Tomdaya 1.0 era, I just wanted them to confirm their relationship, if anything, just to simply shut the antis up lol. 😅 It was never about me wanting to see them kiss or hold hands in public (although, I suppose that would have been cute I guess? 🤷🏾‍♀️), but more so about finally "settling the score" so-to-speak, since antis were so vocal in their hate.

I'll also add here however that I NEVER agreed with Tomdaya fans, or even antis (cuz there were some 😒) trying to tag them (or their friends/family members - as if, their close friends are actually gonna tell you the truth 😏) in posts or tweets/dms, trying to OUT them and their rlshp. I NEVER thought that was cool at all. 😤 I would just prefer if they did it on their own accord, NOT because they were "outed". For the record, I don't ever feel that it is right to try to "out" someone, or force them to come out, whether it's about their rlshp, sexuality, or whatever. 🙄 Celebrities don't owe fans anything other than their WORK as far as I'm concerned. (Just my personal opinion)

When they broke up in 2019 however (esp after reading the Audrey Tea 👀), I def felt like it would have prob been better if they had just ripped the band-aid off and had gone public at the two-year mark, like in 2018 or smthg.

NOW... flash forward to 2021..... I think that now that I've seen first-hand how ppl can be (in my inbox 👀), and I've seen how "going public" worked out for them in each of their other rlshps with other ppl, now my whole stance has changed somewhat.

Now days, IF they are seriously dating each other again, I don't care too much if they ever go public. Antis will continue to believe whatever they want regardless, even in the face of tangible evidence, so what they think doesn't really mean much to me anymore. 🤷🏾‍♀️ In fact, now I just laugh at all of the past (and even current) excuses that are made to try to discredit anything Tomdaya-related... even smthg as simple as a friendship! 😅😂 It's crazy lol.

With that said, I DO feel like for the natural progression of a rlshp, it might help if they did kind of confirm in a small way that they are dating each other, that is, IF they are dating each other again seriously. It would almost seem like a bit of a step backwards to date each other again, and keep doing the same thing all over again imo. 🥴 I wouldn't need any announcement (too cheesy), or "IG Official" post, and I don't need any kissing pap pics in the street (too staged 🥴), but even just a hand hold in public, or a show of light public intimacy would suffice imo. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I hate when celebrities flaunt their rlshp, so I'd actually rather them just stay PRIVATE and not talk about their rlshp lol. 😅 But if someone were to ask them if they are in a rlshp, I don't see the need to lie. Just saying, " yes, I am, and I'm happy" would suffice. They wouldn't have to name names, or go into details. The public will be able to put two and two together if that is the person you're always seen with. 👀

Anyway, I guess my answer is mixed and complicated lol. 😆

Bottom Line: I'm not sure if them keeping their rlshp private in itself was a BAD thing (it prob actually saved them a LOT of media frenzy drama after they broke up and each got with other ppl tbh 👀), I just felt like remaining THAT private close to the 3-year mark was a bit much, and that the damage control was cringe. 🥴

If they could have just remained private, never confirming anything, but at the same time, not doing DC, then I would have been perfectly fine with that actually lol. 😅

I feel like at their level of fame, if they are dating each other, it will be a huge "story" if they went public, so I totally understand them wanting to fly under the radar all those years. But at the same time, I feel like if they could have found a healthy middle ground, then it might have been better for their rlshp in the long run.

But at the end of the day, as long as THEY are BOTH happy, then I couldn't care less what they do with their "rlshp" with each other rofl. 😂🤣

Ugh I said I was going to be "brief".... 🙈😭

Anyway, I hope that answered your question?

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sh1tbird-shantytown · 3 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

it may not be wednesday anymore but i’m not that far off.

tagged by @ghostofjellyfishforgotten and @deardmvz <33

i don’t even know who to tag so if you want to join me in being late for this please do go ahead. tag me, i’d love to see.

also this is just over 1000 words so excuse that. it’s a pretty lengthy series i was working on a long while back. never posted. :)

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Steve had an arrangement of emotions that hovered over his mind as he rushed around the kitchen making breakfast for himself. The little television was on in the corner counter as he spread butter over his toast, occasionally tuning into the news channel. He was debating on whether or not calling out of work would be a bad move. His head did feel a little sluggish and he knew he’d end up with a horrible headache by the end of the day nonetheless. He straightened his posture and looked up at the grey window. The day didn’t seem to favor anything good either.

There was a dark haired, middle aged man speaking when Steve looked up as he plucked up the other piece of toast, “In breaking news, there was a private jet crash near the Canandian border reported just fifteen minutes ago. The group aboard the plane were prestigious lawyers, Katherine Dacy and Oliver Brookson and their co-partners, John and Elizabeth Harrington,” the man sat up straighter in his chair as Steve barely registered his own posture sinking. “There was a pilot aboard, Jayson Dickson, they are all assumed to be deceas—” Steve blankly heard his toast plop on the floor. His ears started ringing and his vision blurred, his knees following in his body’s failure to deal. His parents were dead. The plane crashed. Katherine and Oliver? He remembered them. They came to dinner a few times. They were nice, they talked to him about civil justice while his parents bickered over white or red wine. His parents—

Steve struck into action and stumbled upright clumsily to the phone on the wall ten feet away, “Hopper,” he whispered to himself, “Hopper. Hopper can help.” He ripped the phone off and dialed the memorized house number.

It rang and rang until there was finally an open click, “Jim here,” was the greeting, it sounded like a rushed thing though. Like he had somewhere to be and whoever was calling better have a good reason. Well, Steve thought dead parents were a pretty good reason.

Steve took in a shaky breath before clearing his throat painfully, “Hop?”

Hopper’s voice changed significantly, “Steve? That you?” he didn’t pause long enough for a response, “‘Course it’s you, I just saw the news, kid. I was just on my way over.”

“Over?” he asked curiously, he grunted as the air was forced out when his knees finally buckled and he dropped heavily to the floor.

“Steve? Harrington?” Hopper’s voice carried through the line worriedly, “You— What are you doing right now?”

“Work,” Steve mumbled and looked at the shiny red telephone in his right hand before slowly raising it, “I was going to work, making breakfast,” he spoke slowly; shock taking it’s powerful place. Although, toast and work seemed very far away; eons.

“You aren’t going to work, kid,” Hopper reasoned and Steve nodded back to the air emptily, “You got that?”

Steve whispered back, “Yeah.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, don’t do anything rash, Steve, I know you may be thinking things but you just wait there until we’re there.” Steve racked his brain to see what Hopper may have been talking about but he couldn’t find anything. There was nothing. He felt numb and even the deep sorrow he knew was there couldn’t penetrate the lack of everything he felt and thought. He swayed where he sat, subconsciously, back and forth as he searched desperately for some sort of movement around him.

“Okay,” Steve said at last when he realized they both had been stuck in the silence, “I’ll be here waiting.”

“See you soon, Steve,” he heard back and then clicked to the end of the line.

He sat back against the wall and spread his legs out in front of himself, light blue pajama pants that his mother had gifted to him last Christmas. Made him feel nice about something. Made him feel content and warmed even in the large and open emptiness of the house. And then Steve began thinking about how the house will begin to feel even more empty with his parents officially gone. No more mom and dad bickering over wine, or his mediocre grades, or how he should strive for a better job. No more stupidly funny jokes by his tipsy mother, no more pleasantly enjoyable law lessons from his father on quiet nights they were home, no more holidays shared sparingly. They were gone. And Steve had learned quickly, especially in the past few years, how to accept loss. But this seemed to be different. A part of his already feeble life was gone. A big part. The beginning of his own. His parents were dead. Was that what Hopper had been talking about. There was an awful amount of death-speak panging around his mind.

Steve erupted with a powerful sob then, tears suddenly springing forward and flooding over his eyelids even when he closed then uncomfortably tight. His shoulders hunched forward and his stomach contracted as he felt bile rise. He forced it down at the last moment and then took in a delicate rumble of a breath from his aching and burning lungs. His heart was pounding so loud and fierce that he felt it in his ears and brain. He brought his hands up and covered his face, where his fingers grazed his forehead and the heels of his hands rested at the bottom of his cheeks.

He trembled on the floor with hot and sticky tears blotching his skin, and then stood up in sudden strength and slammed his own phone down on the holder attached to the wall. The grey wall his mother had made his father agree to when Steve was ten. It had been a three day fight over the wall color. Steve’s father had wanted it green. Steve found that suddenly amusing as he recalled the conversations his mother had with his father where she scolded him on his poor color pallet choice. He laughed into the vacant house hysterically and listened to the echoes it created. The front door slammed open and multiple voices took it over.

There were arms around Steve before he could even fully turn around when he got to his feet to greet the loud guests. And when he did manage to glance at the tops of two women’s heads he clasped his own two arms around them too. Robin and Joyce stepped back with their wide and empathetic eyes. Steve knew he looked a mess by the way sympathy and concern overran their expressions. And he felt it too, his hot temperature and stiff limbs.

“We’re here for you, honey,” Joyce grabbed his forearm gently, but it was firm too. Hopper stood in the doorway, so Steve waved him over before he answered Joyce.

Hopper stepped inside and closed the door as Steve began to speak thickly, “I just— I don’t know what to do,” he released.

Joyce cupped his cheek like he’d seen her do with her own sons before, “Oh, honey,” she eased, “You don’t need to know anything right now. We just need to sit down, stick together, and take the day to slowly come to terms.”

“They’re gone,” he choked out loud finally. He looked up at Joyce’s suddenly tear filled eyes, “They’re actually gone. They’re not coming back to me anymore,” he felt his knees give way but Robin held him up.

She grunted and then put his arm over her shoulder, “Alright, let’s move this to the living room, Bud,” she spoke like she was trying to keep normality to the situation but also still show she cared. And Steve could understand the meaning even in the moment of weakness in his structure. There were cracks everywhere in himself. But he knew Robin and he knew Joyce and he knew Hopper. They were strong, they were present, and they came to stay with him. That was what he needed. Robin seated him on the plush sofa as the two adults entered the room. Steve leaned back and stared off a moment before refocusing on Robin’s clear blue gape.

“Do you guys have to leave?” he asked. The rest looked taken aback and Robin maybe a little offended.

“Son,” Hopper spoke up, “We’re gonna be here all damn day whether you like it or not.”

Steve smiled wetly back, “Thank you.”

Hopper smiled and Joyce did the same beside him, “No prob—” he was interrupted by the phone ringing.

Steve sat up with perseverance he hadn’t had a moment ago, “I got it, don’t worry.” He shuffled over to the wall from before and picked it up, after a moment he gripped it with his other hand too, “I know, Aunt Clara, I know.”

#wip game #steve harrington #stranger things #jim hopper #it is an eventual harringrove. key work eventual #tw death

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thewritingstar · 5 years ago

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Up in the Clouds

Fandom: The PowerPuff Girls

Pairing: Blossick (Brick and Blossom aka Reds)

I have been on a hype for the Reds lately and i have almost forgotten how much i love my og otp. This fic is kinda of all over and messy but its cute and i like it. A little out of character but i have a soft spot for the hc that the boys grew up and soon they all became closer, so the most unoriginal idea ever.

Hope you enjoy! I should prob right for the other pairings too lol.

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“For this assignment, you will be given an emotion at random and must write AND present about.” The class groaned as she handed out the papers. “You can look at it however you want. Whether its stating things that occur during emotion or what you personally feel, be creative. You’ll present at the end of the month.”

Brick took the papers and passed them back to the next student as the teacher came by and dropped a folded piece of paper on his desk.

“Also there will be no changes. You get what you get.�� She stated and he rolled his eyes as he opened the small piece.

Love.

His hands crumbled the paper in his fist and he knew it would be pathetic to try and get someone to change. He could do this. All he needed to do was make up some sappy shit and piss on about it. He thought about talking about platonic love or family love. How even though his brothers made him want to smash their faces into walls until their blood flows down his hand, he still cared about them. It felt more like he was obligated too anyways.

“I got happiness, which is pretty vague. Hey Blossom? Which one did you get?” A fellow student, he thinks is named Alicia asked the pink puff.

“Oh I got sorrow.” She responded and everyone had gone into discussions about their ideas and assignments.

A guy turned to Brick to ask about his but he was already out the door as the bell rang.

The cafe welcomed him as the small bell chimed. His head had been a mess after the assignment was made and although he had seven drafts planned out, none of them seemed to work. He even asked Boomer about it and as he went into detail about a blue eyed, pig tailed super hero, Brick was already regretting asking him.

He ordered at the counter, just a simple soda and a crepe and turned to find a seat. He saw an empty table pressed against the wall to his left but as he turned to the right he saw another table. Occupied with a pink eyed, bow wearing superhero.

He was already at the table before he registered what was happening. She seemed to be alone and he took her by surprise as she looked up.

“Oh, Hi Brick.” She said and he gestured to the seat and she scooted a book out of the way before he plopped down.

“What are you doing here, its like eight o’clock on a school night.” He noticed that the sun was dying down.

She shrugged and pointed to her milkshake. “I had a craving, plus I have a late start period for school so I came here to clear my head. Plus Bubbles was being especially loud on the phone.” he already knew that she was referring to her and Boomer. They had been talking nonstop and not even a lamp thrown at his head would shut him up.

“What are you doing here?” She asked him and he mimicked the shrug and pointed to his crepe.

“Cravings. And needed some space, this English assignment is kicking my ass.” He didn’t know why he admitted to that and he saw her eyes perk up.

“The emotion one?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

That took him by surprise. She was the one who was always raving with emotion, this should be a breeze.

“What did you get?” She asked him. His eyes traveled to his plate were warm chocolate and fresh strawberries collided.

“Strawberry.”

She let out a small laugh and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“I meant for the project.”

oh.

He felt incredibly dumb at that moment and she bubbled out another laugh. That small sound was actually pleasant to hear and for some reason, he wanted to hear it again and again.

“Oh. Um I got love.” He didn’t know why he felt slightly embarrassed and he picked up his drink to chugged it down as she held a puzzling expression.

“Hmm that is a tough one. There’s all types of love.”

“That’s what i was thinking. Well, what about you?”

“Sorrow.”

“Well that’s easy, just pick something sad.”

She said nothing for a moment and instead went to her milkshake, which he noticed was also strawberry, not that it mattered.

“I don’t think its thats simple. Jeremy got sad and I got sorrow so i need to make sure it doesn’t sound similar.”

“But they are similar.”

“Well yes but-”

“Just talk about a loss you had as a superhero. What it feels like to not be able to save the day or something.” He was met with another round of silence.

Her eyes traveled outside the window. the sun was now in its sunset glow and the sky had become a mixture of purple and pink as it faded out the blue. From the cafe you could see the lines of the city skyscrapers blending into the sky. It was quiet on this side of town and he wondered what it would be like to float onto those clouds, careless and free.

And so they did. After she finished her milkshake and he his soda, he posed that they traveled to where only they could go. Why? He didn’t know and neither did she.

Her legs dangled off the cloud that hovered just above the ocean. Some would be afraid that they would fall through but they had used their powers to keep them up.

The cool air blew against their faces and he felt like he could breath better than on the ground.

“Have you ever been in love?” She asked out of the blue, her eyes were focused on the small waves rolling onto to the shore.

“No.” A simple answer that he wasn’t to sure of. he should of been certain. he didn’t know what love, a romantic connection felt like. He had dated girls before, all throughout middle and high school but never once did those words cross his mind.

“Me either.” She responded and he turned towards her.

It was almost as if he couldn’t breath. A swell inside his chest had taken hold and he wondered why she looked so...beautiful against the light. the soft glow of the sun setting made her hair more vibrant and her baby pink eyes sparkle. He wanted to scream at himself for thinking like that but when she turned and caught his eyes, he watched the blush spread slowly on her fair skin and that protest had been silenced.

They held each others gaze. He was right, he had never been in love before, but if he had then he would need a new word for what was happening to him now. His memory fled back to every girl he had ever dated and some how, somewhere, she was there in the background. During their fights or even civil conversations, she was the only one to catch his attention.

They had grown up together, viciously of course but after spending his adolescent wanted to rip her head off, he just wanted to pull her close. He never believed in fate or soulmates or what not but sometimes, even as a stupid kid, he wondered if that pink counterpart of a girl was actually made for him.

“Thats a shame.” He whispered and he leaned closer as she did the same.

“For the both of us.” But they barely beard her words as their lips connected.

Her lips were soft as the cloud they were on. The taste of strawberry was on her lips and her hands wrapped around his neck as his got lost in her long ginger locks. They had spent all their time avoiding each other when they both knew that they would always return to each other.

Every break up was about her. The girl getting mad at how he stared at her or made time to study but not for them. he didn’t realize it until now but that hatred he carried at the start of his creation had melted away slowly like an icicle at the end of winter.

They pulled away and it felt colder than it was before. Her eyes still locked to his. Pink and Red. Just like the sunset and sky. Just like the glow of a bright raging fire. Just like them.

it felt like eons had passed before she looked towards the city. That vibrant sunset was long gone as the sky had turned a deep black and was now painted with stars.

“i should go.” She said but it sounded forced as if she was saying she didn’t want to.

He nodded and they agreed that it was best to part separate since she lived on the other side. He helped her stand up, their feet sinking into the cloud and she turned to him with a soft smile. “Have a nice night Brick.” And soon the dark sky had a flash of pink that disappeared quickly under the stars.

Bricks mind was lost and he tapped his pencil to his desk quietly. the presentations had started for the week and so far happiness, anger, fear and sorrow were up. His mind finally came back to focus towards the end of Blossoms piece and he had cursed himself for barely hearing the first half.

“Its empty and cold, like an unforgiving stare. It haunts you in your dreams and leaves you feeling numb. It lingers and when you think that the pain and suffering is done, it washes over you again, taking and taking until the only sensation left is a hollow shell.

My sisters and I have felt this on multiple occasions. When you can’t save everyone and feel the pity and sadness within the air. But joy and laughter can bring the sadness to a end. The sorrowfulness lasts longer than you think. And it makes you believe that nothing matters anymore.” Blossom finished the last of her piece. Her eyes, along with others in the class had glazed over and she was sure her teacher had been brought to tears at her story and ending.

The applause from the class surrounded the room and she took a small bow before returning to her seat.

Maybe after class they could talk.

The bell sounded through the class and Blossom made her way out of the class. Another school day over.

“Hey.” She turned to see Brick. The students around them were bush trying to leave and get out quickly before a line at the parking lot formed.

“Hey” She returned softly and it dawned on them that they really didn’t know what was between them.

That night a few weeks ago had not be forgotten but was placed high up on a shelf, they almost forgot about it, almost. Its not like they were avoiding each other, no, school and work had overcome both of their lives, mostly hers of course.

“So do you maybe wanna go-” He started but the red pair was interrupted with a flash of blue between them.

“Hey Blossom! Hi Brick.” Bubbles smiled brightly. “Oh Bloss just to let ya know tonight is Sister Showdown.” Her smile held a evil glare and she turned and exited school.

“What the hell is Sister Showdown?” He asked and Blossom blew up her bangs.

“Its a competition thing between Bubbles and Buttercup. Last time one was held, we had to replace our roof so I’d rather not be there.” The hallways were no empty and it was just them. “So what were you saying?”

They ended up at the cafe for the third time that week. Every milkshake and crepe was finished with a trip to the clouds as they watched the sun set. They never spoke about what they were or the emotions, just enjoyed each others company and maybe left the night with a kiss or two.

They talked about anything and everything, sometimes just sitting quietly and counting the waves.

Her sisters would asked where shes been and she had the same studying excuse before humming to herself and falling asleep with a smile at her lips.

His brothers would hound on him, teasing him and slapping him until he would throw them off and the subject would be dropped, but they never missed the fact that he was in a better mood.

It was their secret. The clouds and them. He found it easier and easier to write his paper after watching endless movies, though in the back of his mind, the two main love interest were always replaced with a pair of redheads. Pink and red.

The end of the presentation days came and of course Brick was the last to go.

“That’s the thing about love. You think you know yourself as the days go by, that you recognize every moment as what they are. Love can’t blind you if you’re always aware. It won’t bother you as you keep it in line, making sure that you don’t slip up as you keep reminding yourself there’s no point.” He looked up and was met with a wide pair of eyes.

Pink. Bright pink.

“And then you jolt awake. It hits you faster than the speed of light and soon you are falling. Your lungs squeeze tight as you gasp for air and only when you admit to yourself is when you can breath. Love will force you to look at all the positives. It forces that other person onto a silver platter and a podium that is so small, only they can stand on it. They might not think they are perfect but your mind becomes numb and blind to the heart, its the only explanation. That’s the thing about love, right when you think you’ve fallen, you hit the ground.”

He hadn’t even looked at his paper as his eyes were still lined with hers. The applause in the room shook him to his core as he broke the gaze held with the fiery redheaded girl.

“And when you never think love will come towards you, you might find that its been there all along.”

He couldn’t tell you what the teacher said as he returned to his seat and his mouth was parted open slightly as it dawned on him what he had just done.

He wrote that for the assignment. Based off of shitty romance novels and movies. But in the end, it had been for her.

Always her.

She found him high up in the clouds that night. They hadn’t spoken since and every word he said had ran through his mind.

Their shoulders touched as she sat next to him. Both their eyes focused on the waves below. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt natural and good. Although the quiet night was peaceful, he was ridged and frozen in place.

Even with his blank expression, she could tell his mind was racing. He was choosing his words and mapping out the thoughts and scenarios one by one. And she was doing that too but there were times where planning and perfection weren’t always the best plans.

He turned towards her, his mouth open as if he were ready to speak but she had already decided that he had said enough. The next thing he knew, her lips were connected with his.

Its soft and sweet. Delicate but fragile. His eyes had closed and his hand gently rested on her cheek as she leaned into his touch. He could hear her heartbeat thumping at a fast pace and knew his was just the same. A small sound escaped her lips as he tilted his head and soon her arms were around his shoulders as they fell deeper into each other. She could feel the smirk on his lips as they pulled away.

Both breathing heavily for air as their foreheads rested against one another.

“Did-did you mean what you said.” She whispered and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Everything you said?”

He rested the urge to not pull her back into another breathtaking kiss but instead raised an eyebrow. “What if it wasn’t about you?” He teased but they both knew the truth. They couldn’t lie anymore, not to each other at least.

She smirked as she placed down between them before meeting his eyes. That motion alone had him spiraling as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing his. “Then I guess it would be a shame to say that I’ve fallen.”

“It would be a shame for the both of us.” He kissed her. “But I’ve been on the ground for a long time.”

“Good.”

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I hope you liked it!!!

#blossom x brick #blossick #blossick fanfic #powerpuff girls #ppg x rrb #ppg #rrb #ppg fanfic #thewritingstar #reds #blossom ppg #brick rrb

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sloppy-butcher · 5 years ago

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Ok,new follower here. So this blog is amazing,you writings are just beautiful. I hope I can become as good as you, beause I would like to open my own blog, but I always think my works are too bad. Anyways, I don't know if you write soulmates stuff, like your partner name is written on your body or thigs like that. If so, could you write something related with Joey and Frank sharing the same male sm reader? If you don't feel comfortable writing for three characters or for a male reader it's fine!

THANK YOU SO MUCH for your support T_T I love you so much! I encourage you to start that blog because the only way to get better is to try. and if you do start a blog, drop me that link babey

So i spent a hot minute finding which soulmate alternative universe would best fit your request since you didn’t specifically state which au you wanted. Well, i found a reaaallly interesting one. hope it’s okay

This AU states that soulmates share pain. If one is hurt the other shows their wounds or bruises. I think this will work well with Frank and Joey and a survivor!S/O. I have no problem writing for a male S/O (although i will probs just make this gender nuetral as i dont see gender really playing an important role in this (and i prefer gender nuetral tings)) or for three characters. i will have to write this in HeadCanon form as i am very lazy and i dont want to write like a full fic T_T cause you know.... i have toomuch to say

hope these are okay? ily

Soulmate Au HeadCanons: Poly!The Legion (Frank and Joey) with a Survivor S/O

They realized their connection long before they even knew you existed. The theory was that soulmates shared pain and it was obvious to them that they were meant to be together. Joey would share in Franks pain, he could feel the scar that tore across his face and Frank could feel when Joey had worked himself far past his breaking point. They thought they were the only ones connected in this psychic-link, bound by a force too grand and cosmic to be comprehended by simple-minded mortals. But like the universe, fate works in mysterious ways and everything changed when you joined the Fog.

Joey first noticed it when he went to sit down at the end of a particularly gruelling workday. He felt his left shoulder explode into a burning hot pain and his body seized with the sudden shock. He barely held back his cries of a surprise but Frank wasn’t so well-restrained. Joey heard him from across the Lodge and fearing for his friend, ran off in the direction of his call ignoring his own body screaming for him to stop. He found Frank surrounded by a worried Julie and Susie. They looked between him and Joey, expressions from behind their masks piercing through to Joey's soul. They were worried for their friends, Frank’s scream and Joey’s sluggish and limp stature was enough to tell the girls that the pain the two were experiencing was, no doubt, incredibly excruciating. No one knew what had just happened, neither of them had been hurt or injured, and they feared that maybe the two were being punished by the Entity for a lacklustre performance. But both boys assured they did well enough to keep the thing satisfied and when the pain spontaneously faded, the whole incident was pushed out of their minds and momentarily forgotten.

But the pain never stopped completely. It was sporadic, turning on randomly like a lightswitch bursting with newfound anger and agony that would contort their limbs and burn their muscles. And there was nothing they could do to alleviate the pain, no amount of massaging or rubbing could take away the sharp edge of the hurt; there weren’t even enough painkillers in the realm to quell the agony. The only thing the boys could do was just sit there and wait for the pain to decide to go away. It was torture, sometimes the simple act of sitting alone was pure unadulterated suffering. But still, the boys had no idea where this pain was coming from.

It was only after Joey returned from a trial in which he had mori’d a rather annoying and pesky survivor that something started to click. Joey walked into the main lounge of the Resort and found his friends standing around the fire pit waiting for him. Frank had his shirt off and the pants of his left leg rolled up. Ordinarily the sight of Frank without his shirt on would excite Joey but something made him hesitate. A harsh red scar ripped down Frank’s chest and when Frank noticed Joey's reaction he held out his left arm for the other to inspect. Another red wound ran across the forearm. There was no mistaking it now. It was their trademark kill, a stab at the left arm followed by the grabbing of the left ankle then finished with the brutal gutting from the collar bone all the way down to the hip. “We watched it appear.” Julie’s voice wavered with concern. “We watched it appear on him as if...” She broke off ‘as if Joey himself did it to him.’. Joey approached Frank. Through the pinpricks of his mask, Joey could see Frank's eyes and he could feel his pain. Without saying much the girls made Joey take off his own shirt and directed him to stand next to Frank. When Julie stepped back to inspect both boys she raised a hand to cover the mouth of her mask and Susie audibly gasped. They were identical, both bore the exact same scars of the exact same knife.

To be honest, the boys would never have figured out the source of their shared pain. Combined the two barely make up a single brain cell so it was by the grace of God or something else that allowed the truth to finally be exposed. It was in a trial between you and Frank. The killer had been run around for the past ten minutes and with no sign of catching his elusive prey. You were impressed by your capable teammate and when they went down just outside the opened exit gate you leapt into action to save the wounded hero. You ended up sacrificing yourself for them, a worthy trade, everyone else got out except you. And, to you, that was okay. You were okay with this. Frank, however, was not. He was beyond furious at being denied his prey and when he trudged back to your collapsed form he felt his rage overflow him. He stood over you and you smugly returned his glare. That was it. In a swift motion, he punched you in the face. Your nose broke and blood gushed out and into your mouth. You screamed out but your cries, however, were mixed in with the killers. Frank recoiled, clutching at his mask where his nose would be. You watched in shock as he spilt swear words and stomped around you.

Curiously you reached up for your busted face and using your thumb and forefinger you squeezed the throbbing nose. Frank’s cries intensified and he clawed desperately at his mask. Through the haze he caught you staring at him in shocked amusement, which he mistook for condescending judgment. He growled and stormed over to you determined to make you regret everything. Panicking you grabbed your nose again and Frank jumped back. And then all the pieces fell into place. Frank could feel your pain. His eyes widened on your collapsed body and it felt as if his world was imploding. Oh shit.

It took some convincing but eventually, you agreed to meet Frank back at the Resort. He told you there was someone else, another ‘soulmate’ in this trifecta of fucked-up bullshit. You used the term ‘soulmate’ loosely. You had heard the stories about soulmates, people destined to be together would share such a special bond that they would even share pain. But never in a million years would you have guessed that your soulmate (or soulmateS) was, a serial killer. You really wanted it to not be real, you wanted this to be some kind of dream, a sick nightmare you were experiencing while laying on your deathbed somewhere far away. But there Frank was before you at the boundary between snow and forest, like he promised you, with his partner Joey. You walked up to them and stopped at a safe distance away. Joey seemed to bloat his chest as if to say not to try anything. Frank looked at you and you knew you had to show him. Reaching up you grabbed at your nose which was starting to feel better but was still puffy and red. You put pressure on it and Frank began to shake with the pain. Frank moaned and clenched his fists in an effort to ride out the pain like Joey was but after a moment he relented and shouted at you to stop. Frank turned and muttered something to Joey who never took his gaze off you. You could have sworn that he was a stone-statue because he never moved and showed no sign that what you did had affected him in any way. But then you noticed his slight leg twitch and the irregular heaving of his chest. He did feel it. Frank returned his attention back to you and in the cold silence of realization, you said, “Well? What do we do now?”

You could have forgotten everything, walked away from the nonsensical situation that had been presented before you and continued on living a simple life devoid of drama and tension. But that life would also lack depth, something to make it special and worthwhile. You were presented with your soulmates, a rarity in this hellhole and something about the wonder of what made the universe decide to bring you all together surpassed your urge to stay away. Slowly but surely you introduced yourself into their lives. Your interactions at first were stiff and hollow, fear and uncertainty making you doubt if the boys would respect the bound of soulmates enough to not kill you or at least hurt you.

But time wore on and you became braver. They were gentle, well... they tried to be. And when you spoke with them as people do you realized that you had a lot in common with them both. And eventually, you were confident enough to laugh and joke with them.

Joey was the one who needed the most time to accept that you and he were soulmates. He eyed you suspiciously as you would talk with Frank, feeling some kind of jealousy build up in his chest. He hated how you could get Frank to react in ways he had never seen before. He hated how easy it was for you. One day when he had you alone to himself, he finally broke that long silence between you two. But where he expected a change in personality, a two-face switch, Joey only found genuineness. You were as kind and playful with him as you were with Frank, unfazed by your burden of the circumstance and not worried by his own mistakes and misfortunes. You were strong and he admired you for that. “How do you do it?” Joey softly asked clutching his hand which now held a new red welt. The mood quietened down and you turned to look at him. “How do you handle all this pain each and every day?” You reached out and gently took his hand in yours. Suddenly all his pain vanished at the contact and he slightly gasped at the shock. You were warm and comforting, like the wind of a summer’s afternoon, constant and welcoming. He raised his eyes to yours and you gave him your best smile. He melted. “One day at a time.” You replied squeezing his hand for emphasis. You relaxed and began to pull away only to stop as he held you firm, determined to not let your warmth go.

Frank always had a problem when it came to hurting you in trials. While Joey could suck it up and deal with the pain, Frank could not bear the thought of having a hook run through your shoulder and subsequently his. It was you who finally convinced him that his job was more important than your fleeting health. You took Frank's hand in yours, engulfing him in your comfort and reassurance. “We can get through this. I will get better.” He breathed out and admitted, albeit to himself, that you were right. This was a momentary instance, a speck of nothing when compared to the kind of torture the Entity would inflict on him. And it wasn’t just himself he had to look out for, it was everyone. He had you and Joey he had to look out for. With a look apologetic regret Frank would mercilessly hunt you down and when he would lift you up and onto the meat hook he could hear you at the back of his mind saying, “Suck it up, Princess.”

They would always feel awful if you had a particularly bad day. You would trudge back to the Resort trying your best to hide from their concerned eyes your bruised limb or uneven walk but of course, they already knew what had happened. Joey would sweep you effortlessly off your feet and he would not let you walk around without his assistance. Frank, although less forward than the other, would follow behind and would pester you with questions, ‘Are you okay now?’ ‘Are you comfortable?’ ‘Anyway that he could help ease the hurt?’ They both were like oversized puppies yapping at your ankles because they heard you make a noise. You’d reassure them that you were fine and after exchanging doubtful looks between each other they would give in and give you some air.

They would listen to your stories. It's one thing to experience the pain and another thing to watch it happen. You’d tell them about how you got your injuries and more often than not you would end up a broken-down and crying mess. The image of looming figures silhouetted against an endless black sky haunts your mind. Although you all share the physical scars, the mental ones stay trapped inside you. When you would become an inconsolable disaster the boys would be by your side in an instant. By the time you regained control over your anxiety, you would find yourself buried in the arms of either Joey or Frank. You face pushed deep into their bodies as if they were trying to shield you from the monster that was yourself. It was scary, they could tell. But you weren’t alone. Not anymore.

After a long day's work of causing and enduring pain, when your bodies would ache with collective suffering the 3 of you would find a quiet cove to all lie it. The boys would sleep on either side of you, draping their limps over you and almost drowning you in their weight. It felt good to be lost at sea with them, so far away from the pain of the day and from the pain tomorrow will bring. If for a moment, you all were at peace, happy and content in the embrace of your soulmates.

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd frank morrison x reader #dbd frank morrison #dbd joey #dbd headcannons #dbd soulmate au

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jjkfire · 4 years ago

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i miss writing so much! read through some of my yet to be finished updates and i just want to have the time to finish them ): anyway tldr is life has been crazy but uhh happy early lunar new year! here’s a short preview of navy... a rather big scene which i think is funny in its own way lol. there’s no context because it’s a snippet but imagine this fight actually playing out... as in have you ever fought with someone and when it’s all over you’re like that was stupidly hilarious! yes, that’s the mood for this one aha. also will probs delete this later because i am posting on impulse lmao

“Huh, so that’s why they went unanswered?” Jungkook asks, but he isn’t exactly expecting a reply because the whole situation was just insanely ridiculous to him. There’s a beat of silence, maybe two and then he just bursts out into sudden laughter. Nobody says anything as he guffaws to himself with his eyes shut because for some reason, his laughter is terrifying. It’s loud, almost forced and quite honestly, you’re scared.

“This is just too funny,” He shakes his head before he cards his fingers through his hair in frustration. “So, all this time my letters were— a-and all these years— I mean all of this is just too funny.”

He’s not completing his sentences and you don’t understand why. He says it’s funny but he’s quite obviously angry. No, not just angry but furious. You’ve never seen him like this in all the years you’ve known him.

“What… what letters?” You manage to ask, and at that Jungkook just laughs through his nose, once again shaking his head.

The room is silent and it feels like you’re the only one who isn’t in on the joke. Though, the joke seems to be a very terrible one considering everyone has some sort of uncomfortable look on their face.

“I sent you letters when I moved to Seoul. If I remember correctly, five of them—”

“Six, actually,” Your mother mumbles but Jungkook’s piercing gaze tells her she shouldn’t speak anymore.

“I sent you six letters,” He emphasizes the number. “You didn’t send me any emails so I sent you letters hoping you would—"

“What are you talking about? I sent you emails! You didn’t reply to any of them.”

“Come on, Y/N. You never sent me anything.” He says it rather nonchalantly, but it sounds like an accusation to you. Oh, now you were furious too.

“I did! I sent it to kookster and you never replied!” You grumble, the anger you’ve been holding in all these years spilling out. “k-o-o-k-s-t-e-r was your email and I sent you dozens of them and you never replied!” You shout, hands balled into fists as you spelled out his childhood email account.

“That isn’t my email and you know it!” He shouts in return. “You sent that song to my email so don’t even try to weasel your way out of this one.”

“Yeah, I sent that song to the kookster email so what are you—”

“There’s a z! kooksterz, with a z!” He interrupts, now his hands busy with his phone as he furiously scrolls through his email. “Y/N, you know this. Look, if you want to lie at least try to be convincing, won’t you?” He asks, while he slams his phone on the table, his finger shaking with anger as he points to the email address on the top.

You hear a muffled laugh from one of the ladies and although you were angry, you almost felt like laughing too. This whole situation seemed ridiculous.

“This isn’t… I mean I— I swear,” You squint at the email with eyebrows pinched together in confusion. It’s the one you sent with the busanbeats account you had made on a whim. It was addressed to kooksterz, that is with a z as Jungkook has reiterated and you didn’t understand how because— oh wait. You bolt upright the moment it hits you. It was all coming back to you, the shattered pieces of your drunken memory.

That night you had downed multiple bottles of soju and when you finished up the song you deliberated if there was a z in Jungkook’s email. At the time, you couldn’t quite remember what his email was but it just seemed very likely that Jungkook would’ve added the z given that it had been in trend to do that when the two of you were kids, and so that’s what you went with.

Why then were you so adamant back when you were a teen that his email was— oh, you remember now.

“Y-your mother. I asked her back then if I had your email right. She said it was right. K-o-o-k-s-t-e-r, no z…”

“Wait—” His mother panics, hands flailing in the air. “Don’t drag me into this I… I wouldn’t have lied! I had no reason to! I just reiterated to you what he told me on the phone. I must have it written down somewhere in our old phone book.”

“But Jungkook I—”

The chair screeches when Jungkook rises to his feet. The arguing ceases as he pockets his phone and smooths down the front of his shirt.

“This is just— I mean, this is hilarious!” He exclaims, shaking his head. It was all he seemed to be able to do in response to all that he had heard. “I need to take a walk,” He finally says after he takes a final look around the room.

Just like that, he was gone and you were left sitting there, dumbfounded. It was just so much to take in and all you could do was laugh to yourself. Your mother, Jungkook’s mother and all the ladies were talking over each other, trying to explain it all to you but, you couldn’t seem to process any of it.

“I’m uhh, I’m going to go check on Jungkook,” You say suddenly before you got out of your seat, in a quieter manner compared to Jungkook and with a few steps, you were out the front door.

and before you think it’s like cliche just you wait lol. this next part, it ends before it gets there but if you’re asian... do you know typical aunty behaviour? that’s what happened. like all the aunties will gather and they will all share one braincell.

The first time your mother saw the letter in the mailbox, she thought it had come from her rather eccentric cousin from Seoul. When you were young, you were the only one who would listen to his weird stories. Uncle Fancy, was the nickname you had decided on and he loved it. It was some sort of bond the two of you had and who was your mother to stop that. Every once in a while, he would send lengthy letters from Seoul with a few pictures attached. They were never regular photos, they were rather avant-garde. Some of them bordered on nudity, other times drug use was involved. He wanted to tell real stories through pictures he had said. Your mother obviously wasn’t pleased with this. He also had godawful handwriting. She was not quite sure how the mailman could ever decipher the address he wrote on the front. So, when she saw that rather thick envelope in the mail addressed to you with rather terrible handwriting on the front, she just called out saying “Uncle Fancy sent you a letter.” You grimaced upon hearing that. The last letter he sent quite honestly scared you a little. The pictures were weird, the stories he wrote even weirder. You weren’t quite sure you wanted to subject yourself to that again. “Umm, you can throw it out…” You mumble. “If he asks, just tell him we never got it… please?” Your mother agrees to that, simply placing it in the drawer for the time being before she threw it out.

But, then came another, and a week later, another. It was weird. He never usually sent so many. He said his photography was a work of art, that it took time. It was so odd that he was sending letters so frequently. When the fifth one came in, curiosity got the better of her and she finds herself opening up the letter.

Dear Y/N,

It’s Jungkook! Maybe my other letters got lost in the mail—

Dear Y/N,

Oh my god. Your mother panics. Pulling the drawer open with such force that it almost comes out. She opens one of the old letters.

Jungkook here! I —

Your mother gasps, quickly ripping the next letter open

Dear Y/N,

Hello! This is Jungkook

Oh god, oh god, oh god. This next letter, it can’t—

Dear Y/N,

Jungkook ag—

She stuffs all the letters into the drawer at the sound of someone coming down the stairs. Oh my god, is all she can think.

By now, you’ve openly ranted about how much you hated the boy. You didn’t even want your mother to say his name in the house. So, when she tried to bring up the letters, you wouldn’t even let her complete the sentence. She started the sentence with Jungkook and that’s as far as she got. It seemed like you had a separate fight with him. You were shouting on the phone just the other day and she pretty much thought it was Jungkook you were talking to. Nobody else ever got to your emotions the way the boy did. Perhaps you had a crush on him or that he was your best friend and you felt abandoned, your mother couldn’t really tell. All she knew was that you really hated him now. So, she keeps those letters in the drawer, unsure what to do with them. Perhaps, she’ll bring them up again once you’ve calmed down.

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idumpyourgrass · 5 years ago

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Always Waiting- Chapter two

Always waiting- Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Always Waiting Masterlist

Summary: The party introduces Y/N to Eleven, Y/N realizes how much of an asshole Steve Harrington has become, the party, Y/N and El see something they wish they wouldn’t have seen, and Jonathan, Nancy, and Y/N discover something.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/N: Hi everyone! I’m so glad that you all liked the first chapter! I have changed the POV from 3rd person to 2nd person, it just seemed more natural. I have finals next week but after that I’ll be on winter break so I’ll be spitting out these chapters like no body’s business. Also sorry if this seems so rushed. All the fun stuff happens later… Also sorry this chapter’s so short, the next couple of chapters are longer and much better I promise! As always criticism is welcomed and if you want to be added to the taglist let me know!

Warnings: Swearing, asshole Steve, dead body? typos probs

Word Count: 1.4K

~November 8th, 1983~

You and Dustin pull up at Mike’s house just as Lucas was getting off his bike. All three of you are greeted by Mrs. Wheeler. She tells you that Mike is in the basement. As you all start walking down the stairs you notice a bald girl sitting on the couch. You lean over and whisper into Dustin’s ear, “who’s the bald girl?”

“Oh Eleven this is Y/N, Y/N this is Eleven.” Dustin introduces you two. The girl named Eleven looks terrified.

“Um hey, what’s up?” You greet her. Eleven just looks at you. You smile at her then got to say hi to Mike. All five of you gather around a table. The boys each dump out their backpacks. Lucas has “weapons,” if you count a wrist rocket as a weapon. Dustin empties his backpack and all kinds of snacks fell out. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ha! Nice dude,” he looks up at you and smiles, you give him a fist bump.

Lucas and Mike look at him like he’s crazy.

“We’re going to need food for our travels, why do we even need weapons anyways, we have her!” Dustin points at Eleven. Now you were just flat out confused.

“She shut ONE door.” Lucas argues.

“With her mind.” Dustin said.

“I’m sorry what?” You could not believe what you were hearing; Weapons? Closing doors with minds? “travels?” The boys then go into detail telling you everything. They found eleven while out searching for Will, found out she had powers, and how she knew where Will was. Although you were still fairly confused, you went along with their plans.

“Ok so we all need to meet back here at 3:15 to begin Operation Mirkwood.” Mike explains.

“Yikes, sorry boys I’m going to have to take a raincheck, I have rehearsal after school.” You tell them.

“So what? Just skip it. This is important,” Dustin says looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“I can’t ‘just skip it,’ it’s the very first rehearsal.” You couldn’t miss the first rehearsal.

“Pull the ‘Will’s like a brother to me’ card. That’ll get you out of it.” Lucas suggests.

You didn’t like to lie to your director but the boys seemed to really want you there. You cautiously agree and look down at your watch.

“Shoot! We’re going to be late, we gotta go!” You tell the boys. They rapidly gather up all their things.

You all say bye to Eleven and hurry out the door.

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Barb wasn’t in any of her classes today. Nancy was asking around school if anyone had seen her, but no one has. You were getting a bad feeling about this.

At lunch, since Barb wasn’t there, you were stuck sitting with Nancy, Steve, Tommy, and Carol.

“Hey Tommy, did you see Barb when you left last night?” Nancy asks. He said he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

“She was probably tired of listening to all the moaning last night.” To which then Carol and Tommy proceed to make sex noises loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. Nancy’s face turn red and she was avoiding eye contact with you.

“You know maybe if you guys wouldn’t have left her so you guys could go fuck, she would be here.” You knew if was a wise choice of words but you were so tired and fed up with all of them. And with that, you get up and leave the cafeteria to go talk to your theatre director.

Lucas was right, pulling the ‘Will was like a brother to me’ card gave you the whole rest of the week off from rehearsal. On the way out of the classroom you run into a theatre friend, Robin Buckley. Robin tells you she’s sorry about Will insists you guys hang out soon so you could get your mind off of everything. You agree and went on your way.

* * *

After school, while heading to your car, you notice Steve, Nancy, Tommy and Carol, swarming around Jonathan, yelling at him for something. You get there just in time to see Steve drop Jonathan’s camera.

“Steve, what the hell!” You give him a hard shove to the chest

“Stay out of this Henderson.” Steve says coldly as he, Tommy, and Carol start to walk away. Nancy bends over and picks up ripped pieces of a photograph and runs to catch up with the rest of the group. You bend down to help Jonathan pick up the rest of the photographs.

“Jesus, they are such assholes.” You mutter as you give Jonathan the rest of his photos back.

He gives you a quiet thank you, and runs off.

You look down at your watch and realize it was already 3:10. You were supposed to meet the boys at 3:15, you run to your car and shoot out of the parking lot.

* * *

The five of you trail behind Eleven as she leads you to where Will is. You all stop at Will’s house.

“Here.” Eleven states.

“Oh, no sweetheart this is Will’s house…where he lives?” You try to explain it to her.

“Hiding.” Eleven states again. You look up at the three boys who seem to be just as confused as you are.

“I told you she was lying!” Lucas says to Mike, who only argued back.

You could hear the sounds of sirens approaching.

“Guys…guys!” Dustin yells. All attention was now on the sirens approaching. Police cars and ambulances race by.

Simultaneously , the five of you glance at each other.

“Will.”

You all race towards the sirens and arrive at the quarry. You all peek your heads around an ambulance as you watch paramedics pull something out of the water and onto the stretcher. When you see what it it, your heart sinks. On the stretcher laid the body of Will Byers.

“No, no, no.” You can feel your eyes fill with tears.

“It’s him, it’s really Will.” Lucas says.

You wrap your arms around Dustin and Lucas. Mike starts yelling at Eleven.

“You said he was alive! Why’d you lie?!”

“Mike.” You try to calm him down.

“Huh? Why’d you lie?” Mike keeps pressing the question. Eleven starts stuttering trying to find the words to form a sentence. Mike scoffs and walks away.

You can’t believe what’s happening, and you had no idea what was yet ahead.

* * *

~November 9th, 1983~

The next day at school you can’t focus on anything. You just keep thinking about Will. It’s not until 3rd period when you notice Barb is still not at school.

After 3rd period you find Nancy and pull her aside.

“It’s not like Barb to just run away and not tell anyone. Something bad happened to her, I know it.” You tell Nancy.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something and it’s going to sound crazy”

“Yeah ok, I’m all ears.”

“Yesterday, I went to Steve’s house, to see if I could figure out where Barb went, and I saw something.” Nancy trails off.

“Like what? A deer?”

“No, like, like, I don’t know! It looked like some kind of monster.”

“A monster?” Ok now you were starting to think she was crazy.

“It walked on two legs and it didn’t have a face.” Nancy finishes.

“Didn’t have a face? Nancy this is started to sound like something from one of Dustin and Mike’s games.” You could not believe what she was telling you.

“Y/N I’m serious. I- I just know whatever it was, it wasn’t human.” Nancy looks at you with big pleading eyes, almost begging you to believe her. You are about to respond when the bell rings. You give Nancy a small glance and you go to your next class.

* * *

As you start heading out of school, Nancy and Jonathan pull you into the photo developing room.

“Woah hello! What’s…uh what’s going on?” You question, surprised to see the two of them together.

“We might have discovered something.” Nancy says confidentially.

You all stand over the tub while the picture develops. In the picture you an barely make out what looks to be -and you can’t believe you’re thinking this- a monster.

“What the fuck is that thing.” You ask.

“That’s it, that’s what I saw!” Nancy announces.

“My mom, I thought she was crazy, she said it wasn’t Will’s body, that he’s still alive.” Jonathan adds.

“And if Will’s alive then-”

“Barb.”

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hell over me | VI

notes: the long awaited return of demon bois. aka hell over me is here. i’m probs gonna wrap it up in the next part idk still working that out however enjoy!! warnings: none word count: 2.6k!

part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v,

Calum knew that he was dead.

But he wasn’t too sure if this was purgatory or some kind of heaven.

It was vast fields of colour, the different flowers dancing to their own song. But as he walked, beyond the ridge of a field that was coated in gold, a small cottage came into his view.

Curiosity was something that Calum had learned to control from day one after Lucifer took him. It was control that he’d perfected.

But in this vast land that held nothing else to keep his attention, he allowed his curiosity to rise. And so he made his way over.

At the door, he hesitated to knock, his hand hovering above the door. But before he could strike the wood, it flung open and there were arms wrapped around him, the force of the hug making him stumble.

Tilting his head down, he realised his soul was singing at her touch and the vibrant red curls finally clicked in his mind.

“Lyra?” Her face pulled back, tanned skin peppered with freckles as she beamed at him.

“You made me wait, Cal.” Guilt filled his gut at her statement, his fingers brushing her curls away from her face before his fingers traced her jaw, curving under her chin.

Lyra’s face tilted into his touch, a soft smile on her lips.

“I’m sorry for making you wait, sweetheart.” The endearment rolled off his tongue, and he watched as two pink spots appeared on her cheeks.

His head was overwhelmed with emotion, emotion that he’d only ever dared to dream about when he was away from the depths of hell, away from his watchers.

“C’mon, there’s some people already here for us.” The pinks spots had not faded from her cheeks, and he smiled as her hand slipped into his, pulling him into the cottage.

He recognised Hecate almost instinctively, his magic almost singing as she smiled and stood from her spot.

Lyra stood to his side as he reached her and his eyes fell shut as her hands rested on either side of his face, the soothing magic that covered her skin relaxing his body.

“You have suffered for many years, my child. And it was never fair to you.” She murmured, her thumbs brushing his cheeks.

His fingers squeezed Lyra’s gently.

“I was given her. It is worth everything I had to suffer, even if we only got a few precious moments.” He whispered before opening his eyes. He was met with the sight of Hecate beaming at him.

“Even after everything, your heart is still pure.” She pulled away and stepped aside and Calum immediately bowed to his old Tohunga.

“Rise tamaiti. You are no longer under my instruction.” Calum did so, his magic feeling more at peace than he’d ever felt.

“Sit, both of you. We have much to discuss.”

Calum helped Lyra to sit first, taking the spot next to her. His hand never left hers and Hecate could only smile in response.

“We have a conundrum you see. Leta informed me of what was to happen. Of what the fates had told her was destined.”

“Michael’s Goddess?” Calum queried and his Tohunga nodded.

“When the siren magic breaks, her bond will pull her back from death. Because your magic protected her.”

“When the siren magic breaks?” Her voice was small, quiet. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hand.

“They will burn the bodies before nightfall. Your two sisters are the only survivors. Your bond to them both was protected by Calum’s magic. When the sisterhood bond dies, their bond will pull you back.”

Lyra could feel the dull ache in her chest begin to form as she registered the words. Although she struggled with her sisters, what they tried to do, they’d sheltered and cared for her. Her eyes flickered to the demon sat next to her.

“But Calum will not return with me?” The Tohunga smiled kindly at her, the old face feeling comforting, familiar.

“No. But there is a tribal call for loved ones. There is enough magic to bring him back.”

Calum glanced at him in shock.

“I will return with her?” Hecate smiled kindly.

“Your magic protected her. You brought down the cliffside knowing that it would kill you both, yet you still tried to protect her. Magic is a funny thing, my little wizard. Intent is everything to our magic, and mixed with your tribal magic, your bond forged almost immediately.” She explained and they shared a look and Lyra rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb.

“What’s the call?” She asked the Tohunga who beamed at her, his wrinkled face lighting up at her words.

Calum could not tell how much time passed as his soulmate studied with his Tohunga, her attention never wavering, never leaving the old tribal elders face as he taught her the call that he’d only ever heard of. Her hand had long since dropped from Calum’s as she learned the call, but Calum could feel his heart warm.

“She will be devout to you, Calum.” Hecate’s words were almost soothing in their manner, his shoulders relaxing just a touch.

“The devotion would be returned in kind. Does Leta know what is to happen when I return?” Hecate shook her head sadly.

“She is forbidden of giving us that information if it directly affects our descendants. You all waged war against the Siren’s, a prophecy that we never thought would come to pass. Myself and your Tohunga have, shall we say, a free pass currently because in the eyes of the law and the land, you’re both dead.” A sharp twist in his heart made him sigh.

“It’s going to hurt when we return, isn’t it?” He was beginning to feel the old magic dance around them as Lyra began to chant the words once more. He could see his Tohunga was being impressed with her determination.

“Would you really stay here, leaving her alone in a world that she will be bound to restore? Where she will not be able to take her life until her duty is done? Would you do that to her?” Calum knew his answer.

“Will I return as I am?”

“No. That demon will have no control. You technically died and that is the end of his power. When you go back, should you choose to do so, you will come back as a magical, as is your birthright.”

“The brand will disappear?” His voice has grown quieter and Hecate hissed.

“The brand will vanish which will further show proof to your claim that Lucifer does not own you and he never will.” A sneer crossed her face. “Leta will pull him back in line. If he dares to defy I will make him suffer for what he did to you.” Calum felt his heart warm at her words and before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her.

“Thank you.” His voice was quiet, and it took the Goddess a second to respond before her arms wrapped around him in return, her head turning slightly to press a kiss to his temple.

“You are mine to protect my child, if it means fighting Lucifer then so be it.”

“Tell me, are my family suffering?” Calum pulled back from the hug, allowing himself to revel in the reassurance from Lyra, her hand resting on his shoulder as his gaze landed on the Tohunga and the old tribal elder shook his head.

“They’re at peace now. They feast with your ancestors and watch over you.”

And Calum felt the peace settle in his heart as Lyra squeezed his shoulder gently.

“When will the siren magic snap?” Lyra finally asked and Hecate smiled kindly at her.

“Now.”

Lyra could feel Calum’s body next to her. She needed to stop herself from letting the heartbreak settle. She trusted that Hecate and Calum’s Tohunga were being honest with both of them.

Pulling herself up, her eyes taking in how her fingers had curled around his hand and a smile slipped across her lips as she sat up.

Gasps echoed around her, making her head jolt up in shock as various people stared at her in awe.

Bodies were shoved out of the way, and her eyes met Melody and Serina’s. They let out a breath of shock before they launched forwards, Melody reaching Lyra first, her arms wrapping around her tightly.

Lyra took in a deep breath as Serina wrapped her arms around her as well.

“I need the witches.” She finally breathed, twisting her body before yelping in shock.

“You’ve probably got some broken bones. You were both under rubble when we found you.” Serina explained, trying to push Lyra back but she shook her head.

“Witches.” She hissed as she pushed herself off and a pair of slender yet strong arms wrapped around her body, holding her up.

“What do you need us for.” Lyra looked up, her eyes studying the witch who had clearly been crying, tear tracks on her cheeks.

“I was protected by the sirens magic. It protected him enough so that Hecate could help protect him. But there is a tribal call to bring back loved ones.” And a gasp escaped the witches.

“Stand at his head, give me a second.” And the next few moments were a hubbub as witches began to move and circle around herself and Calum.

“Come back to me, love.” Her words were drowned out by the chants that were growing louder. She could feel the magic and her eyes caught the sight of Ashton at the opposite end, his own baritone voice mixing with the witches.

Various things happened at once as the chanting grew louder.

Calum’s back arched off the table where he lay, another yell echoed around from the crowd and Ashton collapsed to his knees.

And that was when Calum took in a deep breath and Lyra nearly cried.

“You’re okay, you’re alive.” She got out, her lips touching his forehead before letting her own rest against his.

The chanting had stopped and a roar of fury echoed around. Lyra’s eyes widened.

“Cal, baby I need you to sit up.” She didn’t even care if it was too soon to be so smitten with her soulmate, but she knew he needed to be kept safe.

“Where is my demon?” Lucifer barrelled through just as Lyra had gotten him sat up. Ashton was quick enough to get to his feet and stand between the raging King of Hell and his best friend.

“He’s not yours anymore.” Lyra snapped at Lucifer, watching as cracks appeared in the ground beneath his feet. She wasted no time in ripping off his shirt, showing the unblemished skin, free from Lucifer’s mark.

Lucifer stepped forward, grabbing ahold of Ashton’s bicep to move him out of the way, only to be met with a sharp pain, drawing his hand back to his chest.

“He is no longer yours, Lucifer. Neither of them are. Leave.” Jade hissed to the enraged King.

Before he could make any comment or anyone could say anything else, a dark skinned woman emerged from the crowd, touching Michael’s shoulder and nodding to Serina before her fingers gripped his shoulder.

“I would suggest that you think very carefully. You’re on thin ice as it is, Lucifer.” And the King froze.

There were confused mutterings before gasps from the wolves came. But the moment the gasps came, the two were gone in a flash of light and Michael smirked.

“And that, people, is why we don’t actively piss off our goddess.”

Luke couldn’t help but laugh as his arms circled Carina; his lips finding hers. His body was practically singing knowing that she was safe and that was when his hunger became known to him, keeping his face pressed into her neck.

“What happened to his mark?” Ashton’s voice carried over and Carina was grateful when one of the witches had the sense to hand her a blood bag.

“When he never returned, we were prepared for the eventuality of being contacted by you. As weeks began to pass, we realised that it was most likely the sirens were going to be starving him too.” She explained as she sliced the corner and passed it to Luke. He didn’t argue as he drained the bag greedily.

Her attention turned to the group, Luke following her actions after a sharp elbow to his gut.

“Hecate explained that I technically died. His hold over me went with it. I’m magical with some traits from being a demon. Nothing more.” Calum explained as a few of the witches forced both of them to lie back down.

The adrenaline was wearing off and it was obvious to anyone that both of them were in agony.

“You’ve got so many broken bones, both of you. It’s going to take at least a week to heal, even with the advanced healing.” Jade explained and Calum grimaced.

“They can stay with us.” Luke spoke up, his eyes flickering to Carina who nodded. “I owe them a debt, they saved our lives. It’s the least I could do. Plus Carina will be on hand to help with the healing.”

“I think all of us are agreed when we say we owe them both a debt.” Michael finally spoke and Calum fought the blush that was threatening to cover his cheeks.

“None of the life debt business.” He finally muttered, earning scattered laughs from those that were listening.

“We still owe you a debt all the same.” Melody spoke up, her fingers sliding into Ashton’s. His lips curved up into a gentle smile as he brought her knuckles to his lips.

“You don’t owe me a debt, Melody. Keep him happy and I’ll consider the debt satisfied.” Calum nodded to Ashton and she bowed her head towards him. Ashton groaned.

“At least neither of us have to worry about our asses being handed to us by some errant demons.” He finally muttered and Calum laughed, sucking in a sharp breath when the pain got too much.

“Like they’d dare piss off Leta. Hecate already said she’d go toe to toe with the King. I doubt he’d be willing to fight two of them and win.” This earned sniggers from the wolves and witches alike.

It was a few more hours before the crowds finally dispersed before the humans reached the area and Carina finally began to prep her two charges for transport.

“This will make for an uncomfortable journey, but you need my magic to get you past our protections.” She explained softly and both hummed in acceptance.

The transport itself was disorientating, but with the broken bones and damaged body, both of them let out hisses of pain once they’d reached the destination. Carina was immediate with her reactions, using her magic to ease both of their pains before moving them to one of the many spare rooms in the house.

“I’ll be back in a few moments with everyone else.” She was gone before either could respond, so they simply lay in the quiet, their fingers entwined.

“I don’t know about you, but when we’re better, how about a vacation?” Calum held back his snort, the small smile nearly turning into a grimace as pain flashed across his face.

“Best plan I think. I can take you to my old tribe too.”

His head turned ever so slightly to see her eyes light up at his suggestion, her fingers squeezing his as best she could.

“Lets focus on getting better first then.” Lyra’s voice was gentle but Calum felt like his body was on cloud nine.

He knew at those words that he truly would do anything for her.

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

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chicago’s very own margo rosas has been spotted on madison avenue driving a mercedes-AMG G65 , welcome ! your resemblance to camila mendes is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-third birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re distrusting , but being passionate might help you . i think being a scorpio explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be lipstick stained kisses on mirrors , doing vocal warm-ups five minutes before top of show , popping bottles of bubbly to celebrate buying a new pair of shoes . ( my biological dad paid off my mom to keep my relation to him a secret ) & ( cis-female + she / her ) + ( lia , 20 , she / her , cst )

whAT is up my dudes ! i’m lia & i lowkey missed wealthy & writing for my bbygirl margo so i’m rlly excited to be here !!!! if you know her from before i’m sorry lmao i’ve tweaked her background a bit but everything else is p much the same ig ?? she’s fun , she’s a dumbitch , & she’s here to make things harder than they need to be probs . but if you wanna know more , i wrote a novel below so plz enjoy that . if you wanna plot then LIKE THIS & i’ll slide in your im’s.or if you prefer discord hmu @ 𝐛𝐛𝐧𝐨$𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥#1904. i look forward to writing with y’all ! <3

S T A T S ↴

-- * FULL NAME : margaret lucia rosas -- NICKNAME(S) : margo ( preferred name , started introducing herself to people as “margo” back in like the 7th or 8th grade ??? who’s margaret ? we don’t know her ) , mar , mars -- * AGE : twenty-three -- * D.O.B : october 31 -- * ZODIAC : scorpio -- * GENDER : cis-female --* ORIENTATION : heterosexual heteroromantic -- * HEIGHT : 5′2″ -- * NATIONALITY : american -- * BIRTHPLACE : chicago , illinois -- * OCCUPATION : broadway performer -- * TRAITS : passionate , creative , dramatic , distrusting , outgoing , ambitious , fun-loving , loyal , daring , sarcastic , stubborn , overconfident , impulsive , hard-working , petty , secretive lowkey

B I O G R A P H Y ↴

( TW : BRIEF MENTIONS OF ABORTION, ALCOHOLISM, AND DRUG USE )

first things first , i’m just going to say it-- margo was an accident . and her story begins with her mother , stassia , who was born and raised on the wrong side of the tracks in chicago , illinois . although she was born into poverty , she had big aspirations for herself and wanted a better lifestyle . her ambition and work ethic were unmatched , and that’s how she managed to get into columbia university ( thank you scholariship $$ ). stassia was in the middle of struggling through her college years when she met her future baby daddy . he was older , going through grad school , and the sole heir to a billion-dollar company . the sparks between them flew instantly despite their differences and they messed around for the better part of a year before the unexpected happened . stassia found herself taking a pregnancy test in the bathroom in between finals ( #justcollegethings , amirite ) and swore she was going to pass out when she noticed the double lines . and let’s just say that her baby daddy did NOT take the news well . a lot of horrible things were said that day . too many hurt feelings for the relationship ( that apparently was never that serious to homeboy ) to carry on . ( TRIGGER WARNING !!! ) so he cut all ties with stassia-- but not before giving her a crazy proposition : get an abortion and never talk to him again OR keep the baby but tell absolutely no one it’s his and never talk to him again . they both seemed like shitty options to stassia , who was actually tragically in love w him , but when he even offered to PAY HER a hefty sum ( i’m talking millions of dollars ) to keep the secret .. well-- it seemed like a blessing in disguise . she’d finally have the funds to live the life she always wanted . even if there was now a baby she didn’t plan for in the mix . so she took the hush money , had the baby in secret , and ran off to completely reinvented herself . ( TRIGGER WARNING END )

although margo’s mother was born into poverty , margo certainly was not . by the time she was born , margo’s mom was ramping up to graduate college and join the high society in the heart of chicago . she got a good job , a lavish place to live , and never told margo about her past . margo grew up completely disconnected from her mother’s side of the family and had no idea of the lies she was being fed over the years . early on in margo’s childhood , her mother met a man through work who she would later go on to marry . that man is the only dad that margo has ever known . he and his daughter were a welcomed addition to their little family , making margo’s home life feel complete in some way . she was provided a good life with the dual income adding to the millions her mother kept . the life her mother always wished she had growing up . in a way , everything she did was for margo . she never wanted her babygirl to struggle like she had to .

as she got older , margo went to all the best schools but only made average grades . she was never too concerned with academics and instead focused on her poppin’ social life and extracurriculars . during her middle school days , she developed an affinity for the performing arts . when everyone had to pick an elective , margo found herself in the theatre class and absolutely loving it . and she was good too . she had excellent stage presence and took every role she got in school productions in stride -- literally the best tree number 3 you’ve ever seen in your life . as she moved on to high school , she rose in the ranks of the theatre department until she was pretty much landing every single lead by the time she was an upperclassmen . acting was her passion , and she figured why not turn being dramatic and talking a lot ( her two most notable personality traits ) into a career . to really hone the craft , she trained herself to be a triple threat : actor , singer , and dancer ( sutton foster , eat your heart out ) . honestly truly had rachel berry in early seasons of glee vibes-- she knew she was the best around and wouldn’t stand to let anyone take the spotlight from her . her peers hated to love her talents because she acted like such a bitch to them offstage / out of character . not that margo really cared for what others thought of her anyway . self absorbed as ever , she told herself she didn’t need friends and generally pushed away any one that dared try to get close to her-- save for her sister . though somehow , someway she managed to get sucked into a small group of friends that would change her for the better ( s/o to ky and gio , sorry they had to put up w bitchy hs margo , rip )

after graduating somewhere in the middle of her class , margo followed in her mother’s footsteps and went to columbia university . she was really only able to get in because she was a legacy and her parents made a considerable donation to the school , but we don’t talk about it . and to say that margo’s college years were transformative feels like an understatement . on one hand , they were some of the best years of her life : she got a true taste of independence , met some of her best friends ( s/o oliver and claudia ), and felt fulfilled to be in the city she had romanticized for so long-- new york baby ! but it was also a very low point for her . back in her high school years , she felt like a very big fish in a teeny tiny pond . she was hot shit , the top dog in her department , and all her hard work and effort to remain leading lady had paid off . however , at columbia she was just one in hundreds of talented people . some with more or less talent , or more or less connections , but they deserved a shot at fame just as much as she did . margo felt like she was fighting for her chance in the spotlight every single day and it was both parts exhausting and humbling for her . she had a amy march mentality “i want to be great, or nothing” and considered throwing in the towel . temporarily thrown off by the pressure to be successful , she took a small tumble from grace . ( TRIGGER WARNING !!! ) turning towards alcohol was her coping mechanism of choice . losing herself in the party scene and surrounding herself with other people that prioritized getting drunk or high over going to class and getting good grades had an obvious effect on her academic performance . ( END TRIGGER WARNING ) she almost lost her place in the BFA Theatre Program during her junior year due being on academic probation . it took a little bit of intervention on her close friends and family part to get margo clean and pull herself together . but by her senior year , she got back on track to graduate on time and participated in various shows at local theaters to build her resume . after almost losing everything she had ever worked for , a fire was lit under margo that had her determined to push herself hard than ever before and make a name for herself in the theatre world .

after she graduated from columbia she moved to new york permanently so that she could fully submerge herself in her work . not long after graduating , she was lucky enough to book several gigs including her big breakout role as lydia in beetlejuice the musical ! it really skyrocketed her into broadway stardom which is cool . a life long dream that once seemed unobtainable was suddenly a reality and she couldn’t have been more elated . with her sudden ( and well deserved ) success , she got a lot of media attention . soon she was getting verified on twitter , instagram , gaining a whole bunch of followers , and getting asked to be on talkshows and stuff to promote the show . honestly , truly a dream ! but her new-found fame gained the attention of another group of people .. her mom’s long lost family . one of her aunt’s ( that she previously didn’t know existed ) reached out to her through social media . and at first , margo honestly couldn’t believe that she had family that her mom never told her about . but after some thought it sort of made sense . in hindsight , her mom had always been evasive whenever margo asked about the other’s childhood or her side of the family .

when margo told her mom about her aunt reaching out and how she wanted to meet her , her mom shut it down quick . stassia told her there were a lot of reasons that she didn’t talk to that side of the family and that was that-- PERIODT . but margo was #rebellious and went to meet with her aunt anyway . and that’s how she found out about her brazilian roots and her big ol’ loving and supportive extended family . that whole experience made margo reconsider what other things her mom was keeping from her . and boy oh boy was that a rabbit hole she shouldn’t have gone down . when margo started to demand her mother tell her the truth , it caused their relationship to grow tense . stassia eventually cracked and told her about her bio-dad and all the things she went through for margo . with the truth finally being exposed to her , margo started seeing things in a new light . like her whole life is kinda a lie and why didn’t her father want her ? where was he ? does he know who she is ? why did he never try to contact her ? has she ever walked past him in the streets and never knew ? it was all too much for her to think about so she just kinda ... shut it all out . she acted like nothing was different , even if her “ what if ” thoughts keep her up most nights .

if you just ignore the abandonment issues , insecurities , and her inability to handle emotions and focus solely on her success in material terms : margo’s doing really well ! she’s been living in new york full time for two (2) years now . she’s one of broadway’s most popular rising stars . having completed her run as the original lydia deetz on broadway , she’s moved on to take on the mantel of janis in mean girls on broadway . she’s learning , growing , and thriving . just trying to have a good time all the time with her friends and live the dream , baby !

P E R S O N A L I T Y & F U N F A C T S ↴

margo is super fun-loving and down to clown

will try anything once and it’s gotten her in trouble more times than she can count

also cannot stand to be bored , so she’s always looking for the next big adventure

although she can be really ridiculous sometimes , she’s very serious when it comes to her work . she’s super hard-working and doesn’t let anything or anyone stand in the way of achieving her dreams : even herself

margo’s a very sociable girl and will talk to anyone and everyone . she’s the type that will hold a conversation for 2hrs with a stranger at a party and then when you ask her “who was that” she’s like “i don’t remember their name but i do know their entire life story so that’s cool”

has a way of making people feel like they know her really well when really she’s only letting them see 1/8th of her

keeps her personal life private normally unless you’re super good friends w her

i wouldn’t recommend pissing her off , bc she is petty as a mf and will lit rally never forget how one’s wronged her . this causes her to start fights sometimes . she’ll just bring up old shit out of no where and , since she’s nosy af , she makes everything her business and confronts people on their bs

she’s a whole liar bc she claims she’s a “retired party girl” but really party girl margo has never stopped , will never stop , can never be stopped

studied theatre in college but minored in mass communications just in case she needed a backup job

is v bad at being an adult !!!! like ... can’t cook , often forgets about her responsibilities until the last minute or needs to be reminded like 20 times , stills calls her parents to be like “how do u use a washing machine plz help” , y’know the drill . yet somehow she manages to act as a mom friend to the people that are closest to her ??? v much a “do as i say not as i do” type of hypocrite lol

she has a tiktok and posts dumb shit on there all the time w her friends and like vlogs her backstage experiences in the theater and does the stupid dances and all that stuff hehe

is learning portuguese after meeting the brazilian side of her family

self-proclaimed dancing queen and it’s not because she learned ballet , jazz , and tap whole dabbling in other styles but because when she’s drunk you will in fact catch her dancing on tables !!!!!

i cannot stress enough how bad she is at dealing with her own feelings . like ... instead of dealing with them head on she just ... shuts down . runs away . will ghost on someone she really likes just bc she’d rather leave first than get left and i hate her for it

have i mentioned how big her ego is ???? pHEW . she rides a v fine line between self confident and OVER confident . but tbh it’s just a cover up for how much she rlly hates herself , there i said it

loyalty is EVERYTHING to margo . if you got her back , she’s got your back . but if you screw her over or mess with anyone she loves then she’ll likely try to make your life a living hell IM SORRY

undiagnosed insomniac . nights she spends alone in her own bed are the hardest for her because it’s when all the bad scary thoughts creep up on her and no matter how much she wants to shut them out and just close her eyes and fall to sleep , she can’t . so she’ll often roam the city looking for a distraction or hit up her friends and bother them for some spare company

she’s doesn’t like to be alone ( not like in a romantic relationship sense -- she actually likes being single bc she’s afraid of letting ppl get close enough to hurt her ). hence why she’s always had a roommate even after she moved out of her parent’s house . if she’s not attached to her roommate / best friend kylie’s hip then she’s definitely hitting up her sister or her other friends to see if they want to hang out , even if hanging out is laying around doing nothing or running errands together . margo wants to tag along just for the company

notoriously known for coming up with terrible ideas or following through with other people’s terrible ideas without question bc #YOLO

she’s her pr agents worse nightmare simply bc she has no filter and will not change herself or what she posts just bc she has a big audience ( follow margo on social media and you’re gonna see the good , the bad , and the ugly she does not give a FUCK )

always has good intentions ! her execution / way of showing those intentions is just poor !

she is a rich girl that could not survive not being rich and doesn’t even realize how spoiled she is . spends money like it’s nothing

a mob boss ( this is a joke but also kinda not a joke )

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#can y'all tell i hate writing bios ????#this whole thing is a JOKE but i tried lol #plz plot with my baby i will love u forever #THIS IS LONG BUT I'M GLAD IT'S FINISHED OMG #wealthyhq:intro #abortion tw #alcohol tw #drug tw

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herotheshiro · 5 years ago

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2nd post which may probably even be my last post for last night’s binging (bc idc enough abt the other mangas i read really. maybe i’ll just tack them on to the end of this post bc i’m too lazy to do another post) is mukou no hito/the man on the other side. EDIT: jk just finished reading ueno poteto’s other work on futekiya in the middle of writing this so i’ll just combine both works into this post

EDIT 2 AT TIME OF PUBLISHING: rip i ended up finishing this post days after that futekiya binge lol. i can only grind out so many reviews at once

1st up is mukou no hito/the man on the other side. now on futekiya it only has like 2 stars if i’m interpreting that right or is that spicy level for smut? if it’s the latter then how the fuck does it have 2 stars bc NOTHING happened, i don’t think either of them even jerked off so ... ANYWAY back to story review. what i was trying to say is that it only has 2 stars (?) but it’s actually a pretty decent story although i can get why ppl wouldn’t like it (not talking abt smut level. which yeah as i said nothing happens, they don’t fuck so if you’re looking for smut look elsewhere).

anyway plot. main character sano is an average run of the mill salaryman who’s still living w his fam and is very plain blah blah blah. he has no close friends and he has a lot of mean thoughts (antisocial?) so ppl don’t really take to him (bc when they do talk to him he’s socially awkward and not super open to their attempts to connect w him aggressive or not). he posts his life complaints and casual drawings on twitter though and he strikes up this friendship w an online person which he one day decides to meet ... and turns out it’s narumi, an up and coming/already famous idk actor! rest of story is their developing relationship.

ignoring the facts that there’s no way sano wouldn’t get media attention for striking up a friendship w a famous actor (bc narumi doesn’t really hide his face sometimes and he’s apparently recognizable) and also the low low possibilities for narumi to have ever noticed sano on twitter anyway (he finds him when searching up his own name and sano’s tweet didn’t even mention himself whatsoever ... like what is going on this is not how the internet works) ... i actually liked this story! obvi i’m weak to titles that subtly touch on story points (to sano and narumi, the other man is from a life they couldn’t imagine) but also i was so scared it was gonna turn into some twisted manipulation story but when it didn’t and it just ended up being awkward-wholesome i was like yeah alright! i did enjoy the psychoanalysis of sorts the 2 kind of did on each other? idk i’m just thinking abt that one scene where narumi asks sano to purposely invite his coworker over so he could see narumi and sano is like ‘wtf is this guy thinking??’.

i thought what was being implied was that narumi wanted to find a way out of his celebrity life by purposely seeking out potential scandal or something (physically meeting up with sano, trying to get sano to post abt him on social media, trying to make sure sano’s coworkers knew that they were friends) but idk. i think it was supposed to just be 2 guys trying to find a friend in each other and it ended up turning into romantic interest lol. also sorry to be a top/bottom person but i think of narumi as the top ... saying that explicitly bc i kind of get the vibe the author sees narumi as the bottom so. just putting my opinion out there. reversible though am i right

2nd one is katsutoshi which is a collection of stories really: the majority of it involve the eponymous character katsutoshi but then the last story is a separate unrelated one. the 1st 3 stories were sad to read tbh: the 1st one wasn’t sad per se but i just didn’t care too much for it (an actual one night stand tht doesn’t actually turn into anything more unlike the typical BL story); the 2nd one was sad bc of unrequited love and katsutoshi not really knowing how to find love; and the 3rd was like a mini sequel of the 1st story. the 4th story was cute bc finally katsutoshi may have found a relationship with someone who actually has feelings for him and wants to take care of him and i was like aww a good finish to katsutoshi’s story after the previous 3 stories. the 5th story was also cute, it’s abt an officeworker senior and junior who eventually get into a relationship.

i’m writing this review like a week or so (prob less lol i have no sense of time anymore) after i read it so idr much specific things to talk abt and i don’t want to reread the first few stories bc they’re sad. i think the last 2 stories are enjoyable to read, i feel like this author doesn’t romanticize creepy/problematic behavior/advances although characters do just kind of forgive others maybe a bit too easily. i do enjoy this person’s art though and i followed them on twitter so looking forward to potentially being able to read their future works. their storywriting kind of remind me of like indie manga artists like idk sneaky red, stories that deviate a little away from the typical BL story (aggressive/awkward but with a heart of gold/asshole who will eventually be reformed seme + shy and meek/very into sex/born sexy yesterday aka almost unbelievably stupid/dense uke). and i do appreciate the lack of smut, i think the author does make up for it through the given interactions.

anyway that reminded me i still need to finish sneaky red before my access to futekiya expires in a week or so. god i’ve wanted to finish sneaky red for so long but also it makes me kind of sad ... i mean yeah the dude is sexually into getting physically abused so it’s not like romanticized senseless abuse and ik from raws that the other guy eventually kind of reforms and tries his hardest to get his anger management issues under control bc he eventually gets feelings but also ... it’s kind of wack.

#ueno poteto #i keep wanting to write potato instead lol #reading

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pkmnsdarkqueen · 5 years ago

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Mun talks about her D&D characters for munday

I thought it’d be fun to let ya’ll hear about them. Also I know a ton of them start with L names, I’m sorry and I don’t know how this happened.

Lokni-Human Blood Hunter (TW: death, demons, sex, child neglect, pregnancy complications) Life goal: To kill Raktos the demon Campaign: Ravnica

The current favorite of my friends who I’ve played a few games with. Personally I think he has one of the most tragic backstories but I had to give him an intense one cause he has a very dramatic goal. The campaign is set in Ravnica which for those who don’t know is a setting where most things take place in a large city where power is divided by guilds. My child is in the Raktos guild which is the ones who throw parties put on shows, and run the brothels. Thing is they also kinda murder folks alot, live on the idea of viva la anarchy and they do this to keep their guild leader, a massive demon happy so he doesn’t end the world. Now that you’re caught up his story goes as follows. He was born to two parents, things were great, his mom got preggers, she was out with her husband and got dragged into a Raktos show cause they do that, she was injured and basically it became either save her or her unborn child and he insisted on the child. Dad blames the kid for loosing his wife, neglects teh child, Lokni also a child adopts his dad’s mindset being confused and hurt, family friend of mom takes in unwanted child (she is a centaur by the way), Lokni realizes eventually his dad really doesn’t care about him either as dad slips further into insanity about wanting to bring his wife back, Lokni decides to go apologize to bro who instantly forgives to live with centaur mom. Later they are told their dad is dead getting mixed up with the wrong people (however based on hints from the dm I fear he is not dead and also fear when the dm brings him back). His goal as a character is this: He wants to make sure no family ever ends up ripped apart like his so he wants to kill Raktos and put someone else on the throne, not him cause he recognizes he is not emotionally stable enough to run anything. Although originally I was planning on making him more obsessive about his goals and basically become his dad, obsession and hurt drives people to crazy things, but he kinda ended up finding a 16 year old ghost girl in the woods who’s been stuck to possess a knife and basically was like,”well this child clearly has a rough time in life I’m gonna adopt them!” and fatherhood is forcing this man to rethink things cause murdering Raktos=major trouble and he doesn’t want to rip up this new family he’s making so now considering teleporting him away? changing him to be a good person? Yeh it’s getting complicated. OH and he was kind of forced to drink some potion stuff, cause his boss is crazy (she has a ghost choir that she possibly killed everyone there, complete with a kazoo section cause ya boi Lokni on a whim said it needed more kazoos and she listened to him cause he knows music, he plays the spoons and does magic tricks btw as a job, so clearly he knows what he’s talking about) and ye so he is a fox lycanthropy now.

Lapis Lazuil/Laz-Triton, Cleric. Life goal: Literally be the best monster killer Campaign: Regular D&D 5e

Basically we had a D&D show we were filming at school up until things got too busy with the main show we were producing. This character came before Lokni and we were told,”hey so your characters are monster hunters at this guild but they’ve all kind of been kicked out of their former parties for one reason or another which ya’ll can decide and this is your last chance to stay in the guild.” Me: “cool imma make a triton that hates water, and their a tempest cleric.” Dm: “....why, why are you like this.” Me: “YOU SAID MAKE BAD DECISIONS!” So ye that’s how Laz was made. Her story is that she was adopted by rock genasi. She thinks her parents abandoned her. Truth is they just fell on hard times just before she was born and well couldn’t afford a child so did what they could now trying to find her. So she changed her birth name to be named after a rock like the rest of what she considers her real family. She also has the attitude of the stereotypical highschool cheerleader on disney movies and talks like one too but with a more raspy voice because she is dehydrated, again she hates water because of her hatred for her ‘real family’ and also she genuinely doesn’t like the way it feels,”It’s just liiiike the worst ya know, um like on my skin....yeah so don’t pass out in water or whatever cause like I probs won’t try to heal you....sorry not sorry.” That was literally her first line to the rest of the party. I now use her in one offs and like low key she is alot of fun.

Luc-Pantoran (I forgot the class and the dm still has our character sheets cause thank you virus) Life goal: Clear their name! Campaign: Starwars

So first of all funny thing about this one is that usually I have a gender and voice made pretty early into creating a character. With this person....I did not, like literally I got everything else figured out except these two details so I decided,”You know what! You don’t get either of them!” Their story went like this, they have 12 siblings ok, super rural regular family in the inner planets. All of their siblings are wildly successful and they were average. They knew they couldn’t really succeed like everyone else but hey did find themselves enjoying being a nuisance so basically when asked what they wanted to do with their life they would look up at the adult asking and just go,”Crime.” SO that’s exactly what they did. Once they became an adult they ran off, used sleeping with folks to get what and where they wanted, eventually joined a pirate crew, and life was great. They were so good, and kind of had a thing going with the captain that they became first mate. Pretty recently they realized they didn’t relate to either gender and became non binary, they also are still trying to figure out their voice so it would change rather often. Thing is they got framed for stealing from the captain, and hey they’ve done alot of bad but they HAVE NOT broken trust like that, after all they actually cared about the captain, and for once was considering being just with them instead of sleeping around. Nonetheless they are on the run now trying to clear their name. Their theme as a character is,”hey you know that little voice in your head that tells you not to do something, ye they don’t have that. Just a voice that says, do what ya wanna do pal!”

Clarity-Robot, vault dweller (Tw: death mention, human experimentation, dog experimentation) Life goal: Just see the world Campaign: Fall out

I love this character so much she is a baby however her theme is,”depending on perspectives people can come across as wildly different things.” So If you’ve played fall out no she’s not a Mr. Handy or one of the robots that looks incredibly human like. We decided an amalgamation of the two fit her story better and it was available in the unofficial fall out table top we were playing. She looks humanish, a human like form but with clear casing showing her inner workings and a human mask to try to look more friendly. She’s got on a little yellow dress on too, very vintage, and with the sweetest most innocent sounding voice. She even travels with a Dalmatian who, as a robot could think of only the most appropriate name to describe her grizzled hound, Spot. As for fighting one arm can transform into a flame thrower and the other into a chain saw. Also as a robot she can not go against programming. She also makes comments such as,”I am overjoyed you will not become a plant!” “Oh no don’t pick flowers! I would hate to hurt the plant...” “Are you sure the grass will not mind if I step on it?” If you have played fallout you might know where this is going. Basically there are 2 vaults that are important, both of them are found over grown with plants one containing half human half plant monstrous creatures. Her story is that she was in the vault that laster holds the monstrous creatures. Her programming was to continue the experiment, the experiment to combine humans with plants in an attempt to improve upon humans. She could not tell the humans what she was doing, and she could not stop the experiment until it was complete. There were dogs there under her command to be used as experiments too or keep the plants in line. So the chain saw and flamethrower were to stop unruly plant monsters from attacking her and keep them in line until finally the order came that the experiment was over and she was no longer needed. So she left, secretly horrified by her actions attempting to avoid ever processing what she witnessed fully through her system. She wants to see the world for herself now with her dog friend. Again when people meet her she seems like a sweet angel going so far as to worry about even the feelings of plants, but for anyone who was in that vault they would see her as a very different person.

#d&d #ooc #munday

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b-afterhours · 6 years ago

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Avenue Of Sins (part six)

summary: a story of two misfit kids from mid-west america making it big in the big apple. and in the true sense of the american dream they find themselves in a life of sex, money, drugs, and a little rock n roll too.

warnings: adult content, mature readers only.

if you’re seeing this for the first time you can read part one here and if you need to catch up on previous chapters go here.

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Bill had woken up to the sound of fuzzy guitar riffs of a Stooges song blaring from the stereo speakers down the hall in the living room. He knew he hadn’t been asleep for long since he stayed up for hours laying stiff on his back while Alma clung to him sound asleep. He laid on his side now with his back to Alma, hoping last night was all just a shitty nightmare but unfortunately reality came crashing down on him like a freight train. He lazily turned over, his arm meant to hold Alma smacking against the mattress. She was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing one of his oversized shirts hunched over a small mirror tray on the nightstand, pushing powder into neat uniform lines with a razor blade.

She glanced over at him flashing him a cheeky smirk. “Morning,” she said tightly rolling up a stray twenty dollar bill she found on the nightstand. “Or I guess afternoon – it’s like one or something,” she shrugged.

Bill watched her snort a line – half in one nostril before pausing to snort the rest with the other. It was then he noticed she was skinnier than normal, not terribly noticeable but enough that he felt like shit for not realizing before. He frowned as he rolled out of bed, announcing that he was going to take a quick shower so that they could leave.

“Wait,” Alma said rubbing residual powder on to her gums, “I made a line for you too.” She lifted the mirror tray off the nightstand, holding it while he leaned over to quickly snort the thick line she prepared for him.

Doing blow as soon as they woke up wasn’t a new occurrence by any means but this instance just felt off to him. He was thinking maybe they did have a problem, though beside himself he was worried for Alma. How long had she been up? Was this her first line of the day? He wasn’t so sure, he was too afraid to ask.

He went to meet her in the living room after getting dressed in his usual black button up and trousers. Alma was sitting on the couch with a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon in hand, reading the back of the Stooges record sleeve. He was surprised to see her dressed down in the punk garb that she was most comfortable in – ditching the bodycon and silk dresses that she had adhered herself too. It was a refreshing reminder of the girl she really was. Although she still kept it a bit sexy wearing only a lacy red bra underneath her old leather jacket along with black straight leg jeans nearly ripped to shreds, and platform creepers.

“You look nice,” he smirked.

She tilted her head back drinking the last of the lager before squeezing the tin in her hand, crushing it. “Thanks,” she said flattered. …

The ride to the club was painfully quiet in the Impala, Bill looked over at Alma who was persistently picking at a hole in the knee of her jeans while sniffing back the bitter cocaine drip she had. It was when she noticed Bill looking at her that she took the opportunity to speak after growing impatient with waiting as long as she could for him to speak up it himself.

“So… what happened last night,” she asked.

Bill gripped on to the wheel tightly, clearing his throat. “Uh, well-“

“Have you been thinking about her again?”

“Who?”

“Myrna? You seem kinda… down?”

“Oh. I mean kinda yeah.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure she’s always keeping an eye on you where ever she is now,” she said rubbing his shoulder in comfort.

“I hope so,” said under his breath. “By the way, I’m sorry about last night I don’t think you would have left with Ben if I hadn’t teased you about him.”

She waved off his apology. “I already forgot about it,” she said but her awkward tone slightly indicated otherwise and when she quickly changed the subject he knew so. “So anyway the Russo’s.”

“Right, Right. Uh so,” he stuttered unsure where to start. “Um we’re almost at Trigger I’ll just tell you in the loft.”

“Alright, then?” She turned her gaze out the windshield, his unease causing her unease as well.

Bill couldn’t risk telling her in the car, there was no way that he could explain thoroughly that would make sense enough to settle her anger over the deal he’d made with their enemy. For all he knew she would reach for the wheel, pulling a sharp right, and end both of them over it. Though the longer he stalled the uncomfortable sense of dread only seemed to further ache. ...

He had planned to go straight for the loft to get it over with. Instead, Praline had called Alma over to bar seeking help in double checking the liquor shipment that had arrived. While she was tied up he took the opportunity to meet with Theo and the rest of the security staff instructing them to not beat Craig’s ass out the club upon arrival and to also keep a close eye on Kansas for her protection. They all gave Bill peculiar looks as to why he was even allowed to come back but they knew better than to question it. Though Theo was the only one embolden enough to once the security staff dispersed to their posts.

Bill took a drag of his cigarette before he spoke. “Fuck Theo just a bunch of bullshit really.”

“With the Russo’s? When is it not?” Theo watched as his boss shifted between feet, glancing over at Alma and looking jittery and nervous all together. “Hey, Boss,” he put a hand on his shoulder, “whatever it is I got your back.”

“Thanks,” he took another deep drag. “Hey, can you tell the doorman if Wall Street dickhead Ben comes by to give him a hard time? I’d be surprised if he shows up tonight but in case?”

Theo chuckled. “Sure no prob-”

He was abruptly cut short when the club door had opened behind Bill, turning his head he made eye contact with his newly hired employee, Craig. The whole clubs murmuring and opening preparations had stalled to turn to see who it was, all except, Alma who was slow to look up from the checklist on her clipboard. That was until Cooch could be heard through the silent club saying a solid, “what the fuck” that reverberated and rang off the walls of the club.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. Bill watched as Alma took an uninterested peering glance before doing a double take, her clipboard fumbling in her hands. With her jaw dropped she scanned the room who was already striding over meeting her alarmed almost frightened expression as he approached. Putting his finger in the air and with a flick of his wrist, he signaled to everyone to continue with their everyday routine.

“Tell everyone to relax,” he said to Theo who had followed behind him. “Alma, I need to talk to you, right now.”

“Why the fuck is he here?!”

“I’ll explain everything. I prom-” The word fell dead on his lips knowing he couldn’t exactly tell her everything. “The loft?” He pleaded. This was exactly what he was trying to avoid yet trying to selfishly maintain a sense of normalcy ultimately fucked him over. There was nothing normal about anything anymore. Alma glared at him and then glared at Craig who had smugly moseyed towards the bar.

“Fine.” She said tossing the clipboard on to the bar top and without another word she begrudgingly followed Bill up to the loft.

He could feel her icy stare as he led the way, shutting his eyes he braced himself from the sound of the door slamming behind him but it never came. Cautiously, he continued towards the desk, finally rounding it to face Alma. She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, biting the sides of her cheeks looking as pissed as ever.

“Well then?!” She said scornfully.

“Okay, fuck,” he said leaning on his desk with the flats of his palms and sighed. “To put it simply, Craig’s working here.”

Alma rolled her eyes, scoffing. “You’re fucking joking, right?”

“No,” he shook his head.

“Wha- what kind of bullshit deal did you cut with the Russo’s? He’s working here? After what he did to Kansas, have you thought about how that would make her feel?”

“I plan on talking to her.”

“Jesus Christ,” she hissed, briefly looking around in disbelief before pointing a finger at him. “You’re always big on protecting every girl here and you just brought back a pervert you beat the hell out of to the club again?”

“He’s not going to be working anywhere near the girls, Alma. You think even in this fucked situation I’m in I’d allow that?”

“So then, where do you have him working? With security? So he can go running to the Russo’s about all about our operation? ‘Cause you know he’s going to do that,” she laughed incredulously.

“You just need to be careful what you say around him.”

“Me?!”

Bill carefully nodded his head as he stood tall again. “I figured, that he should work bar back, it’s out of the way and-”

“Out of the way for who?! YOU!?”

“Alma, damn it! No!” He yelled back. “I know this is all bullshit to you but I need you on my side here. You’re the only person I trust. You still have Paul and Rashad guarding you by the bar. And I’ll be keeping a fucking hawk eye on Craig…” She didn’t look a lick convinced as he spoke. “This – this is only temporary,” he digressed.

“How long is temporary?”

“Just,” he sighed, “give me a bit.”

“A bit? Well, I guess fuck me then right boss?”

“Alma-”

“I’ll go along and do what you say this – one, fucking, time, Bill. But if Craig pulls some shit on me or my girls I’m going to fucking stab him.”

Please do, he thought, it’ll make things so much easier. If she could just jab him straight in his heart this would all be over and he wouldn’t have to dwell on a murder plot he hadn’t even formally thought out yet. He didn’t want to kill but for her, he would.

“Fair,” he said.

“Fair,” she mocked him as she stomped out. “Sometimes I wonder why the fuck I ever came here!”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He hollered at her but the response to his question was the slamming the door behind her. He bowed his head, running a hand through his hair as he harshly huffed. He swallowed thickly as anger crept up his spine, tingling the back of his neck as Alma’s last sentiments rang through his head. He felt like shit, he felt like a bad friend, a bad boss – even a bad lover too. …

Alma had called for an impromptu staff meeting in the stock room while Paul and Rashad kept a watchful eye on Craig until they were done. She was met with many groans and complaints once she informed them of their new coworker.

“I know, I know,” she put her hands up in defense. “I fucking know. And I’m sorry but let’s keep up some semblance of professionalism here. If he gives you problems let me know so this ship can continue smooth sailing.”

They all grumbled respectively as they dispersed back into their positions, only Praline stayed behind watching Alma tap a bump onto the back of her hand.

“Shit, Echo how long is he gonna work here for?”

“Temporarily,” she said before sniffing the powder.

Praline nodded watching Alma tap another mound on the back of her hand, knowing whatever opinion she had on the whole situation wouldn’t even be heard anyway. Instead, she created some idle banter asking her if she wanted to put in some money for some pizza later.

“Sure,” Alma said holding her hand out offering her a bump as she tucked the little pink baggie in the inner pocket of her jacket. Praline took her up on the offer. “I don’t need change,” Alma said taking a 20 dollar bill from her back pocket handing it to Praline. That amount alone would cover the price of a delivered XL cheese pizza plus tip. “Just save me a slice whenever it gets here.”

Shortly, Alma stalked out the back room, rubbing her nose, and motioned with a finger for Craig to come to her. He cautiously made his way around to her side of the bar unsure of how to approach her, she was nearly unreadable to him.

“So? I guess I’ll be working with you then?” He said sheepishly.

“Unfortunately.”

He shrugged, “Okay...”

“You’re working bar back, Diego,” she pointed out a short guy with a slick hairdo who was refilling bottles on the bar shelves. “He’s the lead and you do whatever he tells you, you stay out of the way of the girls serving and if I catch you staring at them too long I’ll skin the top layer of your eyeballs off.”

“Sheesh!”

“I mean it. If you see that any of them walk to the stock room you wait your ass outside the door, you hear me? Under no circumstances, you should find yourself alone with any of them.”

“Fine, I get it, Boss,” he playfully winked.

“Don’t fucking wink at me. Here,” she said handing him a black collared work shirt emblazoned with the Trigger Finger cursive logo in neon pink with staff, written right below in block letters on the back. “Get dressed, don’t take any more than five minutes and be ready to work.”

“Blondie never told me you’d be so feisty?” He said pulling at the hem of his salmon button shirt and lifting it over his head. Alma was taken aback she expected that he’d change shirts in the bathroom. Instead, he stood before her showing off his impeccable lean muscled body before slipping his work shirt on. “What’d that take like 40 seconds,” he laughed.

“Chop, chop then. And by the way,” she said turning on her heel as he went on his way to talk to Diego, “Blondie doesn’t know shit about me.” ...

Bill watched Craig like a hawk like he said he would that night. Everything was going as smoothly as any other night almost too perfect. There was just an hour before close and he decided it was time to cut Craig loose for the night. He didn’t need him to be around when money was gathered or when the girls were leaving. He had promised, Kansas that bit when he spoke to her. She wasn’t happy about Craig being there but she also didn’t express any complaints other than that she wanted to only work around Bill’s section of the club when she wasn’t on the main stage which he agreed. She made good money at Trigger Finger and she wasn’t going to jeopardize her income on an asshole and a bizarre yet bad call by her boss.

He trekked over to the bar with his loyal giant shadow just behind him. He waved Craig over who was washing up mugs and tumblers at the end of the bar. Without prompt Queenie had set a glass of bourbon before Bill and blew a playful kiss his way as she took a new drink order. He took a big gulp as he watched Craig round the bar over his glass. It was then he saw the fresh pink battle scars on his brow and side of his hairline from the beating he and his security had given him not too long ago.

“Uh, what’s up?” He said drying his hands with a blue cotton rag.

“Your shift is over. Same time tomorrow, right?” He reached into his back jean pocket for his wallet. “Nights pay,” he said handing the money over clutched between his two long fingers.

“Thirty dollars? How the hell am I gonna pay my cousins back on 30 bucks a night?”

“I guess just depends how long you work here for? Either way, it’s not my fucking problem. See you tomorrow.” He pointed at the door, then snapped his fingers at Paul, who stood close by, to escort him out. He sighed a deep heavy sigh of relief once Craig walked out of his club. He caught Alma glaring at him to which she quickly looked away focusing on the oh-so-interesting cocktail shaker. “Uh, how was he?”

“Fine, I guess,” she shrugged indifferently.

“I know you’re still pissed-”

“Of course.”

“But do you hate me?”

She took an annoyed glance at him as she adorned the rim of a glass filled to the brim with a thin slice of navel orange across the bar towards Bundy. She could never hate him, she could never bring herself to. Though rather than telling him that she said nothing, ignoring his question entirely.

“Alma?”

“I’m busy,” she said dismissively.

Bill’s jaw clenched, his lips thinning to a hard line as he knocked the bar top and thought it was best to leave her alone. Swiveling off the bar stool he caught Bundy eavesdropping on them with amused delight.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?” Bill seethed as he walked away.

“Sorry ‘bout him,” Alma said wiping down the counter in front of her.

“Isn’t she a beauty?” He said unaffected and loud enough for Alma to hear as he watched Chastity spin around the pole on the main stage in nothing but a barely-there gold g-string and white cowboy hat. He swiveled in his stool to face Alma. “Trouble in paradise?” Bundy lightly chuckled.

“Don’t start, Nosey,” Alma shook her head.

He shot up his hands defensively. “Wouldn’t dream of starting anything Miss Echo, you look like you’d snap my neck tonight if I do. Let me buy you a shot, you look like you need it.”

“Wanna make it a double shot?”

“Whatever you want.” …

A week has past and the cold silence from Alma was drive Bill up a wall. Meanwhile, she had been gritting her teeth and baring it while he was measuring how long he could have Craig in the club until she broke. The only significant conversation they had since his first shift was that, Bill needed to page Alvin to deliver as they were running low on supply. And there he was now, delivering on call and bringing his smug and douchey demeanor with him.

“Hey, Bill,” Alvin leaned in as he sat across from him at the desk. “I don’t know if you know but one of those bar backs you got is a Russo, man.” He whispered not realizing he was stating an obvious fact to them.

“He knows,” Alma said flatly as she stood with her arms crossed by the desk.

Alvin found that odd. Any time he had dropped a kilo by they were giddy and overtly flirtatious with each other. He once had to sit back and awkwardly watch them feverishly make out. After which he began to feel a strange stir in his pants after a minute of it.

“Well, the fuck is that about?” Alvin asked.

Bill glared at him. “Can I help you with anything else? You’re money’s all there,” he said pointing at the deposit bag thick full of bills for the kilo plus some for the personal delivery.

Alvin took the hint and stood up, tucking the deposit bag in his track jacket, “Nope. You’ve been moving faster than normal so I suppose I’ll be seeing you sooner rather than later,” he said bowing out the door.

“God he gets on my nerves,” Alma muttered under her breath. “I’m gonna go take a nap in the locker room.”

“Locker room?”

“I’m tired and I have a good 15 minute for a power nap before open.”

“Well then take a nap here?”

“It’s fine.” She quickly rushed out the loft before he could have another word in.

She had been sleeping in her own room all week. With the door completely closed and sometimes locked, two things she’d never done before. Though it bothered him, he didn’t want to step any further on her toes but despite their close proximity, he was starting to miss her. He missed her warmth and the feeling of being needed. He missed her laugh, especially when he could hear her guffaw over the DJ’s speakers which only flooded him with jealousy towards the person who had the privilege of amusing her. It had been a long time since he felt alone and he had no one to blame but himself this time. …

Behind the bar, Alma stood at the far end with her arms crossed watching her staff work diligently but kept her sights on Craig as he clumsily fumbled with drinking glasses. He had been a productive and decent crew member since he had started the weekend before. He even followed along with her rules. Which shocked her, he did what he was told, kept busy and kept the snark to a cool minimum.

Though today, he was late for his shift and he had seemed somewhat frazzled tonight. He was tucking the dried glasses in the crook of his arm and Alma deliberately failed to inform him that one was slowly slipping from his grips. Instead, she waited until it crashed to the floor, shattering to pieces, jagged shards skittering across the epoxy floor. The was a brief silence throughout the club over the sound of it though in the same second things resumed as if nothing happened albeit the few claps he earned from a few smart ass patrons.

“God fucking damn IT!” Craig said setting down the drinking glasses carefully as to not repeat his previous action.

Alma pressed her lips together tightly, sucking in her cheeks to stifle her laugh. She waited until he had finished cleaning up his mess that she hollered from her end of the bar for him to take a five-minute break. He made his way towards Alma’s side of the bar, thinking he couldn’t hear her well she repeated herself.

“I heard you.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Can I bum a cig from you?”

“I suppose…” she said leaning away from him and reaching into her jacket pocket for her pack. “What’s up with you today?” She asked him as she handed him a menthol.

“Got into with my girl,” he said lighting up.

“Never mind I don’t care,” she scoffed.

“Listen, I know you two have some kind of beef-”

“Beef? I don’t think so.”

“Well, what’s your issue with her?”

“Don’t be annoying. Blondie’s the one giving you shit right now. You should know her bratty, selfish issues better than anyone here.”

“Sheesh, say less,” he lightly chuckled.

From the VIP section, Bill was intently watching their exchange. It put him off, he could tell that they were sharing some kind of mutual banter and he couldn’t help but wonder what about and why. Reaching for his glass he slammed the rest of his bourbon down his throat and diverted his eyes away. He caught the sight of Violet prowling around the club looking to give a prospective private lap dance while flirtatiously twirling her fuzzy pink feather boa in the faces of uninterested men. Suddenly he felt impulsive, his thoughts now guided by his neglected manhood. She wasn’t what he wanted but she’d do, he thought to himself. He needed a warm body and someone to give him attention however shallow it was.

From Alma’s peripheral, she could see Bill’s familiar tall figure clear across the club with a giddy Violet following behind him up to the loft. Craig was still talking at her but he quickly caught on to where her attention now lied. She looked miffed that much he could tell but it became apparent when she rolled her eyes at the loft door closing behind them.

“Did he ever fuck her?”

“Huh?”

“Him and Blondie?”

Alma laughed to herself. “You can’t be that naive. Breaks over.” …

They were harshly kissing and nipping each other's bottoms lips in the center of the loft. Bill’s back was pressed against the gold stripper pole, he tilted his head away from Violet nudging her to get on her knees before him. Impatiently, he quickly undid his belt and trousers, letting her take over in pulling them down herself. He closed his eyes immersing himself in the moment, hoping that a blowjob would help ease his frustrations and stress. When she got his lower half bare she was surprised to see that he was hardly erect when usually he was standing near to full attention in moments like this. Either way, she took him into her mouth working him in all the ways she learned he liked recalling the times he praised her on how good she had gotten since she started working there. Yet, nothing was happening he stayed soft and gummy in her mouth. She peered up at him with furrowed brows, concerned.

“Are… are you okay?” She asked timidly.

“Shhh,” he said taking the back of her head in his hand coaxing her to continue.

He was trying to get erect maybe harder than Violet was trying to get him there. He, of course, was trying to flood his mind of the girl who he royally pissed off and wouldn’t give him the time of day. He thought to the times they were wrapped up in each other yet the sight of the bruised skin Ben had marred across her body and how she had gotten thinner caused the guilt to settle afresh.

“Stop.”

“You sure-”

“Just go.”

“Sorry,” she said dejected.

“Don’t be… I-it’s fine. I just have a lot on my mind,” he said fixing his trousers back on his hips. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh…” Violet didn’t know what to make of that. He’d always been so stern with her that she almost couldn’t believe he was genuinely apologizing to her. “I’m gonna go, okay?”

Bill nodded with his hands on his hips, when Violet closed the door behind her he blew out the breath he was holding on to. He felt embarrassed, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He knew he’d been stressed but until now he hadn’t realized he was more fucked in the head over everything than he originally presumed. He already had a whole week, seven whole nights, to kill Craig yet he was still breathing in his club chumming up to his girl that for all he knew hated his guts now. It made him irrationally jealous and angry and after hours he should have bit his tongue but he asked Alma about their interaction anyway.

She was closing the secret safe after counting, they were alone. She turned to him where he was seated in his desk chair.

“Ready,” she asked.

“Almost,” he said threading his fingers together and rest his hands on his belly as he leaned back in his chair. “What were you and Craig talking about earlier?”

Alma raised her brow and shrugged, “nothing really. But I hope you docked his pay for that broken glass. So, ready?”

“It didn’t look like nothing? And I don’t think you should be talking to him.”

Alma sighed, she was tired and now he was picking a fight at 3:30 in the morning. “He bummed a cig, I asked him what was wrong with him and he said he got in a fight with Blondie before work and that’s it.” She said matter a fact.

“So that’s why he was late?”

“I mean you of all people know how big of a bitch Blondie is.”

“Me?”

“Oh c’mon Bill. You know why she quit, it’s not like she’s making the same bank at the Russo’s club. You both were giving each other the runaround and then she blamed me for it all! And you let her!”

“Shit!” He backed off as his petty fight picking backfired on him. “Okay, okay...” he raised his arms hands up defensively.

“I don’t know what you want from me? But I want to go home, so can we go?”

“I went about that all wrong, Alma.” He covered his eyes with his hand, his middle finger and thumb pressing against his temples. Sliding his hand towards his mouth he paused uncertain of what to say.

Alma suddenly felt bad, she thought she was having the worst week of her life but apparently, he had been too. “Bill I don’t know what’s wrong with you but I know you’re not telling me something about that deal and I-” she swallowed thickly, “I don’t know why...”

“I-I told you everything...”

She shook her head, “I’ll pretend to believe you for now.” …

At home, Bill was just about to enter his room but he halted, turning his head calling Alma just before she could duck off into her own. She stopped, both of them in the hallway staring at each other waiting for the other to say a word.

“Yeah?”

“Could I sleep with you? In your bed? Just to sleep?”

“Uh,” Alma looked to her feet unsure.

“Fine. It’s fine,” he sighed, turning the doorknob. “Goodnight.

“Wait. Come in,” she said nudging her head to the side, motioning him to follow.

They settled in her bed and it felt awkward like the times they were teens hanging out in his room making sure not to touch a certain way or shift too close together during their secret sleepovers. Their teenage hormones making it extremely tense yet either were too shy to acknowledge it. It felt like that all over again as if they hadn’t seen and shared every inch of their adult bodies with each other since then. Rather than getting comfortable in each other's arms as they usually did they both laid stiff on their backs both of them unsuccessfully trying to breathe as quietly as they could to not disturb the other.

“Alma?” Bill spoke.

“Bill, I’m sorry I didn’t say that I didn’t hate you last week because I don’t,” she blurted out, it had been weighing heavy on her heart since.

Bill nodded accepting her apology. “I don’t know how to say this...”

Her heart began to rapidly, was he finally going to say it? She quickly practiced her response in her head over and over in anticipation.

“I have to kill Craig.”

“I lo- WHAT? Kill Craig?!”

“Shhh,” he put a finger to her lips. “That’s the deal.” And if I don’t do it you’re dead, he finished explaining in his head.

She was silent for a moment, trying to make sense of it as Bill read her contemplative expressions.

“He owes he cousins a lot of money,” he said before she could ask why. “And it must be a fuck ton if the only way he can pay is with his life so yeah, it’s all a ruse. All of it.”

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

“This isn’t what you left Missouri for and I feel so fucking terrible...”

“When are you going to do it?”

“Huh?”

“I don’t want to be surprised when it happens, you know?”

“Fuck. I-I haven’t figured it out,” he was taken aback. Had he known that she would take it well he wouldn’t have bothered to keep it from her like some deep dark secret. “Are you not freaked out? I almost shit myself when they asked me to.”

“I mean… it is some heavy shit yeah. And I sure as hell didn’t leave Missouri for this but if we still want this then I guess you gotta do what you have to? Or back to little ol’ Strathburg we go.”

“Right…” he bit his lip. There was no way in hell he could go back to Strathburg, there was nothing left there for either of them. “And what were you going to say? You what?”

“Oh, nothing,” she faked a yawn as she cuddled into the side of him. “Goodnight.”

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