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ellebakers · 2 years ago

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☆ Monster (Terrifier crossover)

Ethan landry x reader (terrifier)

it’s a request from @scream-girl-imagines i hope you like it <3

Summary : When ethan and his family set out their plan to avenge richie, they didn't expect y/n to be the daughter of a psychopath.

Warnings : Mention of death + blood + art the clown + language (+18) + SCREAM VI SPOILERS !

Your life has not been easy, indeed three years ago you discovered that your father is a psychopath named art, more precisely art the clown if we stick to what the press said. And yes your father is famous but not for the right reasons, he killed a dozen people just for fun by dressing up as a clown. But you are not like him, you think you never even knew him so there is no chance that one day you will be like him.

But in your misfortune you found a little happiness, your best friend Anika was present when your mother told you the news. You graduated from high school, you joined the university of new york, very far from your mother. you have made new friends who have had their share of misfortune too and you even have a boyfriend, Ethan.

Of course, no one except Anika knows your father's identity.

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"Ethan stop. " you laughed as he tickled you.

He was on top of you, in his halloween costume which was kinda weird, but it made him even cuter.

"Come with us." he begged you.

You ran a hand through his hair as he rested his head on your chest.

"I have to go to bed early for tomorrow."

He growls at you "Don't leave me alone with chad."

You laughed softly, took his face in your hands and gently lifted it. ""One, you won't be alone with chad. Two, you need to get out and chill baby, that will do you good."

"But I'd rather chill with you."

You kissed him "We can do that tomorrow when I get home."

"Remind me why you have to leave." he asked you while staring at your lips.

You rolled your eyes, groaning. "My mom wants me to go see her, she told me it's super important."

"She knows texting exists right ?"

You passed a hand on your face while laughing slightly

"Yes, since she sent me one to tell me, and I quote."

You raised both hands to mimic quotation marks

"You have to come, it's urgent."

He laughed and was about to answer when Anika's voice was heard behind the door. "I don't hear any moans so I'm going to come in, watch out."

You clapped your hand to your forehead, laughing. Your best friend then entered.

"Ethan, we're going to be late if we don't leave now. the others are waiting for us."

He rolled his eyes then kissed you several times before heading for the exit. "Hum. Go ahead, I have to talk to y/n." Anika said.

He looked from the brunette to you then the opposite with a questioning look but he didn't argue and left.

She turned to you biting her lip

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you tomorrow ?"

Tou smiled at her, her attention warmed your heart.

"It's really adorable but it'll be okay."

She walked towards you and sat cross-legged on your bed.

"It's about your father isn't it?"

You looked down at your hands. "I guess, she only calls me about two things, asking me for money and about my dad."

She put her hand on yours. "Hey it'll be fine, okay, whatever it is I know you're strong and you'll get through it."

You smiled at your best friend and got up to kiss her on the forehead. "Come on, now go have some fun and watch my boyfriend please."

She stood up and gave you a wink. "He's in good hands. As for you, I know you'll probably be on your way to your mom's when I get back so please watch out on the road."

"All right." she kissed the top of your head and left. as far as you are concerned, you double-locked the doors then fell asleep for a few hours before hitting the road.

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The days that followed were hell for you, when you had just arrived at your mother's, she told you that your father was looking for you, but that was not the worst, Anika sent you a text to tell you that ghostface was back, so you decided to go home to support your friends, but when you got there, you discovered anika's dead body in the driveway of Sam and Tara's apartment. your best friend, the only person who ever supported you, was just killed by that masked asshole.

It all got worse when you came face to face with not one, but three ghostfaces, in an old theater. one of them was detective bailey, the second was quinn, that you thought was dead, and when the third took off his mask, you clung to sam's arm so you wouldn't fall while ethan, your boyfriend, the person for whom uou would have given your life, appeared, a knife dripping with chad's blood, the mask of ghostface in one hand and an evil smile on his face.

"Surprise, baby."

You couldn't move, fear and shock had invaded your body.

It was unreal, mr bailey then explained why they had done that, it was a long story but basically, ethan and quinn were brother and sister, they had an older brother, richie, the famous richie who was one of ghostface from woodsboro last year. they held sam responsible for richie's death so they set up a plan to make her pay.

You weren't really listening, you were too busy watching your boyfriend, the boy you thought was so innocent, killed people. he had killed chad, you had seen him do it. you kept thinking about ghostface's victims trying to imagine him killing them, and then one particular person came to mind.

"Anika." you asked loudly, cutting off mr bailey. "Did you kill her ?" you looked Ethan straight in the eye asking him that question.

No emotions crossed his gaze. he closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. "It's your fault. You had to die for her. She was only supposed to die in the last act."

Hearing that, something inside you began to change. It's as if someone else was controlling you, you looked up at the seats above the room and that's when you saw him, sitting in one of the seats, a delighted expression on his face like he knew what was going to happen next.

Your father, Art, was there. He met your gaze and waved his hand as if to say "So, what are you waiting for ?"

You started to laugh, a hysterical laugh that you didn't know yourself. All eyes were on you.

"Why are you laughing bitch ?" Quinn yelled.

You continued to laugh harder and harder, which annoyed the redhead, she approached you pointing her knife at you "What the fuck is your problem ?"

"You seriously thought you'd get away with it."

"And why not ?"

"Because I'm going to kill you, first you and then your asshole brother."

This time, it was the killers who started laughing.

"What do you want to do ? Kill us. You little prude. you can't."

Quinn didn't realize it, but you approached Sam and reached behind her back to retrieve the knife of Billy Loomis.

Ethan stopped laughing and continued in place of his sister

"Baby, I know what you are capable of. You couldn't even hold a knife without killing you. I mean, Sam yeah she could, after all, she's the daughter of a serial killer."

"Me too."

He smiled slightly, not sure if he should believe you or not. "What are you talking about ?"

"I'm also the daughter of a serial killer."

Bailey snorted, "Let me guess. Roman Bridger."

You shook your head smiling maniacally "No, mine's not a ghostface. Mine's called Art."

"The clown." Quinn asked frowning.

You nodded, slowly approaching her. "And I'll tell you a little secret. I'm sick of playing the victim. I'd rather be the killer, bitch."

She gasped as you plunged Billy's knife into her stomach.

Your father got up from his seat clapping and laughing loudly.

Ethan and Bailey looked up at Art. "What the fuck is this."

Sam took the opportunity to retrieve Quinn's knife and attacked Richie's father. You turned to Tara. "Get out."

You dragged the knife to Quinn's throat, she spat blood in your face, but you didn't care, you liked the power you had over her.

Her lifeless body fell to the ground, and you turned to Ethan who was running after Tara.

He had her cornered in the corner of the room and was about to stab her when you grabbed him by the hair.

Tara seizes the opportunity to run away. Your boyfriend was writhing around trying to escape. He stuck his knife in your thigh, which made you let him go.

"I'm going to kill you Y/n. I'm going to kill you like I killed Anika."

Your breathing was getting faster and faster, not from pain but more from adrenaline.

"We'll see who hurts the other the most."

He advanced towards you raising his knife, but you were faster and planted yours right in his shoulder, he growled while standing where you had stabbed him.

"Slut." He yelled at you.

"I know you are but what am I."

"I'll fucking kill you."

you rolled your eyes "It's always the same with you, you talk but don't act much. Like when you fucked me."

He screamed and rushed at you. You stuck your knife in his throat, which made him stop. You pushed the knife deeper and deeper so that the tip of the blade stuck out the other end of his throat.

You approached his ear "This is for Anika, motherfucker."

Then suddenly you pulled on the handle of the knife to completely open his throat, the violence of your gesture made his eyes widen and he emptied his blood on you before dying.

After pushing his body to the ground, you got up and looked around the room. You watched Sam put an end to Detective Bailey's life with a sadistic smile, then you looked up at your father. He was smiling at you, so you leaned over to greet her like comedians do after a play. He got up and sent you a kiss with his hand before leaving.

After killing the last member of the Kirsch family, Samantha approached you and sat on the dais, you did the same before asking her "How do you feel ?"

"Better, now that I know I'm not the only one with a rather special father."

You exchanged a laugh with her then she took your hand. "And you ?"

You took a deep breath "It's strange but, I feel more alive than ever."

"I know that feeling. Sometimes it feels good to be the bad guy."

"You mean, monster."

#scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #terrifier #art the clown

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chicaotaku-fanfics · 5 months ago

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There’s Three of You?!

What if the Halstead Brothers had a baby sister?

No, no one asked me to write this. Yes, I thought about all this. Yes, I’m doing listening excersizes (just like in junior high aaaaaaalllllll over again) for the dialogues.

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 1

It had been a long day at the hospital. Lakeshore having no mercy on my ass with all the cases, consults, pop quizzes from the doctors, etc. Add to that the stress from the kind of asshole I had for an attending, Dr. Hobber… and it just becomes even crazzier. Anna Gorgon, a friend of mine from the hospital, recommended me to go and try Molly’s -a first responder’s bar owned by three firefighters from Firehouse 51: Hermann, Dawson and Otis-.

I agreed and she gave me an address, so I went back home, hopped in the shower, changed into some dark denim skinny jeans, a dark gray long-sleeved shirt, black leather jacket and black heeled boots. I got some light makeup, my earrings and matching heart necklace that Jay got me for my med school graduation, grabbed my purse with my keys, car keys, wallet, phone and headphones and left the apartment after locking the door on the way out.

I texted Jay to let him know I was on my way and see if we could catch up, but it went with no answer. Weird? No, that man was so dedicated to his job that I’d be surprised if he ever looked at his phone during office hours or while working on paperwork.

I drove to the bar, listening to my guilty pleasure when it comes to music: Reggeton, and parked a bit down the road, I quickly walked into the place to escape the night’s cold weather.

Upon entering, my eyes zeroed in on my older brother, but what I saw made me mad -the three owners were giving money to a big-sized man, who they had called Arthur-, but the worst part was hearing what that man said next.

“See uh… my man Jay here. He’s been assessing your business. We’ll talk numbers soon.” Son of a… he’s doing undercover jobs again! So that’s why our calls are practically seconds long and we have to text as business people. I thought as I heard the man speak and saw the owners faces darken, I knew I had to do something to save Jay. I sent a silent prayer to God and my mom to protect me, took a deep breath, walked up to him and started with my act.

“Hey Jay! What you doing here?” I asked him as I hug his shoulders from behind, Jay turned to look at me, first with surprise, and then with a «I’m-gonna-kill-you» face, I just continued with the act.

“Don’t look at me like that, I heard about this place from a friend at the hospital today and decided to come check it out.” I then turn to look at the bigger man. “Hi, I’m Marianne, Jay’s sister.” I extended my hand for him to shake, he did. “I understand that there’s an ongoing tension here…”, I then turned to look at the three people behind the bar. “You three own the place, don’t you?” The three of them nod, and I nod back to them.

Arthur seems confused, he looks between them and me. “Look, Arthur right?” He nods. “We don’t want any trouble, just like I’d like to think you don’t want any trouble… so, how about this? I put in the rest of the money for them tonight and you go on your merry way out of here? Sounds good?”

He seems to think about it and then smirks at me, from the corner of my eye I could see Jay mentally cursing me to hell and back. “Sounds good to me kiddo.” Said Arthur, so I smirked too. I let go of Jay’s shoulders for a minute, took out my wallet and gave him 500 dollars. Jay, and the firefighters looked surprised. “Hope this covers it.” I said, he took the money and smirked again towards me.

“It does… for now.” He said.

“Great! Have a good night.” I said with a sickly sweet tone of voice and a fake smile on my face.

As soon as the man is out of the bar, I turn to Jay, my expression is now serious, the three owners of the bar seem to have a mental whiplash, their expressions showing confusion and -in the case of the woman, Gaby if I’m not mistaken- betrayal, but in this precise moment I don’t care.

“Ok, he’s gone. I gotta talk to you mister. Right now.”

“The baby of the house and she thinks she can boss me around.” He said to the three firefighters.

“Now Jay.” I said, grabbing him from the neck of his shirt and pulling him towards the back corner of the bar which was empty, I could feel the eyes of the three members of Firehouse 51 on us, trying to eavesdrop into our conversation.

As soon as we make it to the corner, my Irish temper makes its appearance.

“You doing undercover gigs again? Are you shitting me Jay?” I whisper-yell to him.

“Why the hell’d you do that for? You do understand that man’s dangerous right?” his own temper making an apparition too.

“So what?” I give him an attitude.

“So you just introduced yourself to him as MY SISTER you dumbass? What were you thinking?!” he whisper-yells.

“I was thinking about saving your ungrateful ass from a hell of an uncomfortable situation.” I said, annoyed.

“That’s not the point Lilly! You just put yourself in unnecessary danger.” he said with his overprotective-big-brother voice.

“Please. Unnecessary danger? With you in charge? That’s like walking into the wolf’s den, with you being the Alpha of the pack.” I sassed him.

“I’m not in charge, Organized Crime is. And it is an unnecessary danger.” he said.

I start getting even more angry.

“Then why do you do it, huh? That’s, from what you’ve told me, Antonio’s sister. HE should be the one doing this gig, not you.” I said, my anger still showing.

“It’s not that simple. He’s in Intelligence, it’s not his case.” he explained.

“Yes it is!” I exclaimed, ignoring his second sentence.

“Look, I had to-” he started, I cut him off.

“You had to what Jay? Do it? No you didn’t and we both know it. You volunteered for this you… you self-sacrificing idiot.” I said to him.

Jay’s about to refute my statement, but I hug him, effectively shutting him up.

“Listen to me you knucklehead. You may be an Army vet, and a police detective… but first and foremost, you’re my brother Jay. That means that I’ll always worry about you, ok? I need you to understand that I can’t just be fine with you always putting yourself in these kind of situations.” I said, mad, but showing that I’m really worried.

I feel as all the fight leaves Jay’s body and he hugs me back.

“I’m sorry LilyBloom. I don’t want to worry you.” I sighed, and tightened my hold on him, he did the same.

“Want it or not, I’ll always worry about you Jay, you’re my big bro… it’s in the job description.” I said, with a soft and warm tone in my voice, my anger finally subsided.

“Just like it’s my job to worry about you baby sis.” he said with the same tone.

“Love you Jaybird.”

“Love you too LilyBloom.”

We separate and smile at each other, we feel the firefighters’ eyes on us, still trying to eavesdrop our conversation. With our smiles still in place, Jay wraps his arm around my shoulders, and I grab that hand with my own. We walk back to the bar and Jay gets some bills from his wallet and leaves them at the table, hugging me again as soon as he’s done.

“Sorry for whatever inconvenience that man has caused you… we promise to fix it. Right now we’ll get out of your hair.” I say, we both start making our way towards the door, but Dawson stops us.

“Wait! We cannot thank you enough for doing what you did for us just now.” she says to me.

I give them a small genuine smile, the kind that my brothers say makes me look cute.

“You can repay me by doing your very best everyday at 51.” I wink at them “Again. We’re sorry, we’ll be on our way.” I apologize again, Jay chuckles -he says I over apologize sometimes- and we leave.

“Wanna grab a drink at my place and stay the night? I kinda need my big bro with me tonight.” I say to him, he smiles and kisses my temple.

“Of course Lilypad, I’ll be delighted to have a sleepover with my baby sis at her apartment.” He says with a teasing smirk on his face and happiness in his voice, I lightly punch his side, he chuckles again. “I’ll escort you” He said, I nodded and we separated from our hug. We each got into our cars and Jay followed me all the way home.

Once there, we both changed into our pajamas, Jay started leaving some clothes in my apartment, and I started doing the same in his… mutual agreement between us, and sat down on the couch with our beers in hand. We ended up watching a movie and falling asleep cuddled on my livingroom’s couch.

Two months after the bar incident I received a call from Jay, asking me if I could help him out with something, I agreed… what I didn’t expect, was that I was gonna end up dressed in civilian clothes, with my brother’s bulletproof vest, my own gun -Jay had convinced me to buy and register to own one, as a way to «know-you’ll-be-able-to-protect-yourself-if-I’m-not-there» kinda deal for his peace of mind-, and my hospital bag (full of medical supplies, of course), hidden in the back room of Molly’s.

“If this doesn’t work, I’m gonna kill him.” I murmured to myself.

Just then, I heard the door to Molly’s open, I leaned into the window to take a peak, there stood Arthur, my brother and another lowlife thug. Arthur started talking to Gaby -yeah, we’re on a first name basis now-, taking a bottle of liquor and pouring it on the bar table, all while threatening her. Arthur then took out a lighter and threw it on the area where he had poured the alcohol, and it instantly caught fire, Gaby seemed scared, and then, Jay decided to play hero, hitting the man beside him, but not covering his six.

A shot was heard, I dropped my medical bag and opened the door, I knew I could get in trouble for I was about to say, but right now, Jay needed me.

“CPD drop your weapon!” I exclaimed, pointing my gun at Arthur, he turned to look at me with a shocked expression adorning his face.

“You said you were a doctor!” He said, confused. I smirk at him, allowing some arrogance to color my voice.

“And as you can very well guess… I lied.” I say, looking smug. Jay used my distraction to sneak up to Arthur and place the barrel of his gun on his temple.

“You’re under arrest.” Jay said calmly.

“Son of a bitch.” Arthur said, annoyed and angry at my brother.

“Drop the gun Arthur. Drop it or I swear I’m gonna make you eat it.” Jay said to Arthur, but the idiot refused to listen. Jay hits Arthur’s temple with the handle of his gun and the big man fell to the ground, stunned.

“You got my cuffs. Cuff him.” My brother orders, I nod and do as I was told. I ran back to the back room, grabbed my bag, and then to Jay, at the same time, I took out my phone and called 911.

“This is first year intern Dr. Lillian Halstead, I’m at Molly’s Bar. Shots fired at the police. My brother, Detective Jay Halstead, badge number 51163, is at the scene, he was shot on the shoulder, I’m starting first aid treatment. The suspects are down. I need two patrol cars for the arrest and an ambulance. Please, and hurry.”

I sat Jay down and carefully helped him remove his jacket and shirt, I started to treat his wound, Gaby came to us while I was checking for the bullet’s exit wound.

“You’re one lucky man Halstead. It’s a clean through and through. I’ll clean and patch it up, but you’ll need stitches, which I can’t do here, and a quick visit to the hospital.” Jay groaned at the mention of the hospital, I just rolled my eyes, taking out some gauze, disinfectant, and a patch. “Yeah, I know it’s not your favorite place, but it's for my peace of mind. Please.”

The police and ambulance arrived, Antonio leading the arrest, taking Arthur and the other man into custody, the other paramedics -I think the man’s name was Cesar, I’m not entirely sure- checked on Gaby and Jay once we were all outside. Antonio came to check what happened, and saw me wearing Jay’s vest. He kept his eyes on me for a minute, I immediately took it off. Just then, the man joined me in front of my brother.

“Since you completed the mission, you get to choose your next assignment.” Antonio said to my brother.

“Intelligence. I want Intelligence.” I shook my head, but just resigned to my fate of having my brother wanting to join not only the most elite unit in the police department, but also the one with the most dangerous missions.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Antonio said, before he left, I turned to him.

“Please do. He’ll make me go gray before my time otherwise.” I said, half joking, half being serious.

“Sure Lilly.” Dawson said to me with a small smile, ruffling my hair before he left.

Hermann, Mouch, Otis and Mills arrive just in time to see the police cars leave the premises.

“What happened here?” asked Hermann, we all turn to look at him.

“I saved your bar” Gaby said.

“She sure did.” Jay added, grabbed his jacket and got off the gurney, I grabbed his vest, my bag and just smiled at the firefighters. Now came the hard part of my job: convincing Jay to get his ass off to Lakeshore.

“C’mon Jay. Get in the ambo.” I said, he turned to look at me with a confused expression on his face.

“What? Why?” He asked, and I wanted to slap him upside the head right then and there.

“Oh, just because I want you to. You got shot, you idiot, why else?” I asked, the first part dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m fine Lilly.” he tried to argue with me. I’ll kill you Jay, don’t try me I thought.

I could see, out of the corner of my eye, Mouch, Hermann, Mills, Otis, and Gabby turn to us.

“Like Hell you are, I heard you grunt when you took that bullet. Get in the ambo.” I ordered again.

“I can drive.” Is this idiot for real?! I thought while giving my brother a death-stare.

“Jay. Get. In. The. Ambulance.” I said, emphasizing every word as a command.

“I’m fine!” He exclaimed, my Irish temper came to life once again.

“Jason Joel Halstead I swear to God! Get in the ambulance, we’re going to Lakeshore to get that shoulder checked.” I ordered him again, Jay, honest to God, smirked at me.

“You really think that just because you’re using my full name it’ll have an effect on me, Lillian Marianne Haltead?” He challenged. The fuck you think you are? I’ll kill you Halstead.

“For the love of God Jay. Just get in the ambo. Stop being stubborn.” I said, frustrated and two seconds away from smacking the back of his head. Hard.

The paramedics, firefighters and even Antonio -the last one trying to do it discreetly, but failing tremendously- are all watching the entire exchange between us. As we argue, I can tell Jay is just holding back his laughter at this point, since getting a rise out of me -his baby sister- seems to be his favorite hobby.

Meanwhile, Heaven knows I’m trying my best not to strangle him where he stands.

“Are you even listening to me Jay? This is serious! I know you don’t like hospitals, but we need to get that checked.” I told him. He shook his head and gave me a small smile.

“Yes. Yes. Ok, let’s go.” He said. I had opened my mouth to argue again but close it with an audible click. I place the palm of my hand on his forehead, then on mine to compare our body temperatures.

“Are you sick? Or maybe the bullet did hit somewhere major?” I asked him, concerned and confused.

“No I’m not sick. Why?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

“You never listen to me.” I state matter-of-factly.

“Of course I do.” He says matter-of-factly, I snort, he gives me a confused look.

“I’ve known you since the day I was born Jay. No you don’t.” I say, grabbing my bag and his vest again, and making our way to the ambo, the snickers and giggles of everyone present watching our argument in the background.

They can laugh all they want, I’m still gonna worry about him.

#one chicago #oc #halstead sister #jay halstead #fanfiction #fanfic

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seat-safety-switch · 1 year ago

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When you know more about a thing, you’ll take more risks. Once you’ve owned enough unreliable cars, you can better sense when something is going to leave you on the side of the road. Maybe you let things slip a little bit, because you’ve gotten lucky so far. This explains why my doctor eats nothing but ground-up pork rinds and four bottles of Olde English 800 for lunch.

Those of you who are particularly attuned to reading the DSM-V for fun will notice this as a gambling impulse. Me, I only like to read DSM factory service manuals, which is also a good way to diagnose mental illness. Us humans want to play it risky, we want to pit our wits against the angry whims of nature. It makes the triumph so much sweeter, even if we had to go through hell to get there.

Let me give you a more concrete example: most cars need oil to run. However, oil is expensive, so having a car that burns it means that you are both spending a lot of money on oil, and also maybe a lot more on a new engine when life gets busy and you forget. Only a weirdo would go across country, constantly topping up their oil at every rest stop. Only an idiot would offset this by spooning leftover liquid oil out of the exhaust pipe and muffler, and feeding it back into the engine.

I wanted to see if I could do it, is my defence, and it turns out that I could. When I arrived on the other coast without having destroyed my (admittedly near-death) Soviet tractor small-block, I was overjoyed. The next morning, that engine was seized up and wouldn’t turn over. While I was sleeping in the back seat, the engine had cooled down overnight and reduced itself to a large chunk of useless iron in the vague shape of an engine. Did I lose? Not at all. I bought another ticket, and by which I mean I made sure to sleep outside the local U-Pick-It junkyard. Within an hour, I was already walking out the front door with some other atrocious piece of engineering that kinda sorta looked like it might fit into the engine bay. And now I’m back here, telling you my story.

The important thing is not to be afraid of taking dumb risks. Sure, there’s dumb dumb risks, but those are often done by people who don’t know what they are doing. In order to take smart dumb risks, you should spend your entire life accumulating knowledge of a niche field, so that you know what you can safely ignore, and what you can put off for another couple thousand miles to save thirty bucks, tops. And with that, I would like to congratulate this group of elementary school children for having graduated from grade six of Miss Maple’s class.

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 2 years ago

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Things My Dad Says That Modern AU No War Jake Sully Would Also Say:

Jake Sully is canonically a skxawng. But he’s also a little bit smooth with it, and I think he’d do it a little bit on purpose to make Neytiri and also the kids laugh.

-Neytiri and Tuk (also Spider) are the ones who will always laugh at his insane jokes. Neytiri especially. Like she always laughs. They’ve been married for like twenty years now and she’s still laughing like what he said was a surprise. Kiri and Lo’ak are NOT LAUGHING it’s NOT FUNNY shut the fuck up, Dad, oh my god.

-Jake when Neytiri comes home from work: Neytiri, come here, let’s kiss in front of the kids and make them uncomfortable.

-Every time they stop to get gas on a road trip and they go into the rest stop to pee while Neytiri fills the car, Jake says “Guys, don’t worry, this definitely won’t be the time she decides she can do better and just gets in the car and finally leaves us here.”

-Jake, every time Neytiri is sick: Make sure you pick the right last words for your mother in case she doesn’t wake up.

Lo’ak, always refuses to laugh at Jake’s shit: Oh really, what are your last words?

Jake, in the middle of making Neytiri tea for her sore throat: Goodbye, asshole.

Neytiri: *laughing so hard it turns into coughs*

-Every time Jake buys groceries like the good retired-veteran-stay-at-home-husband he is, he sends Neytiri a picture of the flowers and says he didn’t buy them because he knows she’d rather spend the money on the kids, and it’s their shared money anyway. He’s joking and it’s supposed to make her laugh, but she knows he’s also serious. They have five kids including latchkey child Spider, and do have to pay attention to every penny. On her birthday and on Valentine’s Day, he actually buys the flowers and presents them to her and says he scrounged the money up from behind Lo’ak’s bed. (Lo’ak: HEY!) It makes her laugh every time. It’s their cute little thing, it means he’s thinking of her every time he goes to the store even if he doesn’t spend the money every time. (Lo’ak: those are my flowers then.)

-Jake, pointing at the screen every time they watch any movie: That’s actually how me and your mother met.

It was most egregious when they were watching Titanic.

Lo’ak, confrontational: Oh really? You’re dead dad? And mom is like 90 years old?

Jake: Oh my god, Lo’ak, you never comment on a woman's age.

Neytiri: *hysterical laughter from the kitchen*

-Sometimes Lo’ak will forget something he needs for school and sprint back into the house to go back for it, and every time Jake and Neytiri are sitting at the kitchen table finishing their breakfast watching him and Jake goes “How can we miss you if you just won’t leave?” Neteyam copies Jake a lot and he says that shit all the time when Lo’ak, Kiri, or Spider forget something, they hate it (secretly love it).

-Kiri, complaining about what a kid did at school: -and then she told the teacher I didn’t do any of the work. Isn’t that crazy?

Jake, nodding sagely: Mhm. Do you want me to go fight her?

Neytiri: *surprised laughter*

Kiri, trying not to laugh: *deep sigh* You can’t fight a teenage girl, Dad.

Jake, pretend hurt: You think I can’t beat a teenage girl?

-Neytiri works at the hospital with Ronal. Ronal is a doctor and Neytiri is a nurse. Jake likes to put on episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and then tell Neytiri they could’ve used a better nurse during almost every scene.

-When the Sully’s and Tonowari’s family have their first big family dinner after Lo’ak and Tsireya start dating, Jake comes down the stairs in his underwear and his stained marines t-shirt and says “I’M READY TO GO!’ and Tuk and Neytiri die laughing while Lo’ak has an aneurysm.

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slytherinshua · 23 days ago

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I 'm so out of touch (touch-touch-touch-touch), why is IST bad?

so basically some smaller companies were eaten by ist at some point in the last couple years (playm which had many artists and cre.ker housing tbz) ist focuses on the artists that make them money which basically was just tbz especially considering their road to kingdom and kingdom promotions gaining them many many fans.

i think they fumbled so hard with weeekly who had that one song (after school i believe) that was literally EVERYWHERE in 2021-2022 yet they’re still nugu because frankly ist gives them no promotion. their songs are genuinely so good idk why they couldn’t be a more talked about and popular girl group at this point ?? usually having a song as viral as after school would get you at a good place for future promotion and success

victon situation is worse. victon had a lot of potential to be super super popular and were doing just fine. like they literally had successful comebacks and a supportive fanbase but then just kinda fizzled out when seungwoo went to the military and they were promoting as 6. under playm management they did well but under ist they got so little promotions and no music show wins lead to even less. since they debuted a year before tbz and were kinda making similar ish music I feel like they were overshadowed and discarded in favour of tbz. even now they still haven’t “disbanded” but haven’t had a comeback since 2022 like alices are just waiting silently at this point for the final blow

also apink was the only other big girl group under playm and also fizzled out in popularity + members left the company. idk too much about their management and how they were treated but I can’t expect it was any better than victon.

as for tbz there was a time where content was being neglected and comeback showcases dance practice videos etc weren’t happening which fans were not happy about. and general overworking of tbz because they were the main group doing well lead to them staying relevant I suppose but it’s not a good thing for any company to do… like there are ways to give them proper rest and regular comebacks instead of constant schedules. and I think tbz could’ve been even popular if they had better promotion and stuff like they’re talked abt in kpop but still in that middle ground. I think ist pushed for a lot of tours for whatever reason instead of building their popularity with good comebacks. you can really see in 2024 as well just how busy they’ve been with comebacks and tours and musicals solo schedules etc like tbz have been crazy crazy busy nonstop for a rly rly long time.

I know for atbo another nugu boy group under ist that they’re on their 3rd survival show or smth??? if that doesn’t show how little promotion and success they’re getting due to ist’s negligence idk what does. it’s like they’re putting all their eggs in tbz basket and hoping that the other groups can get popular and make money without any help from the company

honestly we as fans don’t know the entirety of the inner workings of a company or how a group is truly being treated behind the scenes but it’s pretty clear tbz are happy to have left (and with so many other ist artists leaving the company last year and this year…. It’s telling) I’m just happy for a fresh start for tbz and hope they can achieve even greater things under a new company with other big and successful artists (viviz taemin etc)

I have more victon mismanagement thoughts I’ll add later but I gotta rush to a piano lesson rn lmao but I’ll reblog w more thoughts on them specifically after!! thanks for asking tho anon <3

#inbox　　❀˖°#anon　　❀˖°#hopefully this made sense #I haven’t been invested in tbz for most of this and only rly stanned them heavier during watch it #but this is the stuff I’ve noticed from ist + knowledge from why fans have been mad in the past

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Preview for Chapter 1 of 'Robbers and Roses'

Ok, since you guys have asked....here's the preview, I'm gonna warn you guys, it might look like crap...

'Ray POV:

A few days earlier….. I groaned, waking up to find I’m in the hospital, with monitors on me, first it was Marcus, then Bosco and finally Enson, I told Nick I wasn’t going to cuff up, go to jail, he shot me maybe 5 or 6 times before I collapsed on the ground, supposedly dead. My supposedly last thoughts were that I’d be reunited with my brothers for life, my GOD, was I wrong, why was I denied the opportunity to reunite with my fallen brothers? I needed to find out if at least Malia got her share of the money to take care of herself and Maloa. “Good, you’re awake…” I heard the doctor, a relative of Marcus’, say before coming in. “How long have I been out?” I asked before coughing hard from thirst, holy shit, my mouth was parched! “You’ve been out almost a month, Mr. Merrimen.” He explained, putting down a glass of water for me to drink. “You were brought here, barely dead, but we were able to get you back with some swift treatment, surgery and a lot of blood bags, you then were in a coma for a long while, but you were monitored closely.” He continued as I groaned, drinking my cup of water rolling my eyes before I looked to see if anything was lost or amputated, but to my relief, there wasn’t any damage, aside from bandages on my torso. I noticed him closing the door and shutting the blinds, as if wary of people watching us. “How are Enson’s girls doing? Did they get the money?” I asked, wondering if they were at least taken care of. “That’s…..that’s the problem, I’m afraid, no one got the money, in fact, all the police had found were bags of shredded money.” He solemnly informed me, warily looking at the heart monitor. “….What?!” I asked, shocked by what he told me. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” I asked in an almost desperate tone, hoping that he was kidding, but when I noticed he was serious, it took everything I had to hold back my anger.'

Tessa POV:

Present day…

I eventually finished my food before throwing my stuff away in the trash and deciding to get some pastries from their bakery counter before I’d leave the store and hopefully head back home to rest and eventually sleep. I grabbed my stuff up and headed to the bakery counter to place my order for cookies to go, waiting in a line full of people as it was pretty much dinner hour, when people were either getting home from work or didn’t feel like cooking anything at their house. I walked up to the counter and ordered some sugar and chocolate chip cookies to-go before paying with my card, wondering where I’d be able to get at least a part-time job, if not full time, to keep me financially afloat. “Wonder if there’s a bookstore I’d be able to get a job in…” I mused to myself before I get the cookies and receipt and head along my way to the car to go back to the apartment. I got inside, put my things on the passenger seat and put my phone on the phone holder before turning the car on, looking to see who’s coming before driving off towards home, putting on some Within Temptation to go with the mood while being careful about the traffic. “I really hope I don’t end up bumping into some really cloggy traffic…” I fretted for a bit while driving along the road to my new home. I occasionally looked in my mirror to make sure nobody was following me so closely while listening to ‘Final Destination’ by Within Temptation, I had discovered them and Nightwish while I was in high school and still love both bands to this day! I stopped at a stoplight and looked at the numerous sights of what Los Angeles had to offer as a whole, wondering how my life was going to turn out for me as a new California resident, a number of things would have to be worked out, sure, but hopefully it wouldn’t be too tedious to do. “I wonder if I ought to go to a park or something over the weekend to get a better feel of the city.” I mused to myself, wondering what to do over the weekend as I knew I needed to get a California driver’s license and the like before I forgot about it completely.

@believeinthefireflies95

@keritaro

so, was this good or does it need some more WORK done???

#writing prompt #chapter progress #den of thieves #pablo schreiber #progress report #creative writing

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creepycrawliesanonymous · 2 years ago

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The call couldn’t have come at a more inopportune time.

You had just sat down for an episode of Community. Not even 3 minutes in, hand resting on top of an almost full bowl of potato chips, your phone lit up.

Lemon: pick us up

Lemon: now

Lemon: please

Lemon: <3 or whatever the fuck

If the other cars on the road could see smoke coming out of your ears, they wisely didn’t say anything. You pulled over in front of what was probably the grossest (yet cheapest) dive bar in all of London, which had recently gotten a new makeover to the tune of a smashed window and several broken seats both inside and outside the bar. And most notably, the two headaches that you call your roommates.

Lemon stuck his elbow into Tangerine’s ribs at the sight of your beat up Toyota Camry. With a certain amount of wincing from Tangerine, and sheepish-yet-still-angry glances from Lemon, they started to walk over to you. This was not the first time this had happened. The bar owner (a pre-calc classmate of yours from school that was held back a couple times, but that barely matters here) had stopped calling the police, knowing that the pair would be back the next day to put things in order for him. They may be heathens but they didn’t completely disregard the service industry.

Lemon opened the back door of your car and loaded up his companion into the seats, swiping away the various candy wrappers and assorted animal figurines you had floating around back there. Tangerine let out a low grumble, bringing a hand up to gingerly massage at his rib cage.

“Fucker threw me through a window.”

“I can fucking see that.”

Lemon climbed into the seat next to you, and you swiftly, while also obeying traffic laws, pulled away from the wreckage and started home.

“Honestly don’t know what he was thinking. He was being a prick the whole night. Would’ve thrown him out the window myself, to be honest.” Lemon was desperately trying to get into your good graces, but you kept your eyes focused squarely on the road in front of you.

“I can’t believe you two,” you huffed out. “Honestly, what the fuck.” You snuck a glance at Tangerine out of the rear view mirror, who was looking notably morose, yet still clearly a bit fired up from the whole ordeal. “Are you okay? You fucking idiot, don’t even think about lying to me.”

“Ribs.”

“I’ll look at them when we get home.”

Lemon moved to change the music playing, but you slapped his hand away.

“George Harrison stays on.”

He quieted down after that, seemingly content to listen to you quietly seethe. The track switched to “Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.” while Tangerine poked at his abdomen and quietly groaned. You knew in your heart of hearts that you were unequipped to properly treat whatever he had gone and done to himself. Tomorrow you would call your friend in med school to walk you through the motions, but tonight it was bandages and pain killers for him. Maybe an ice pack or two.

“I’ll get him inside,” Lemon nudged your forearm before leaving from beside you, hoisting his brother out of the car amidst various British-sounding curses (let’s be clear, from both of them, how typical). Giving them a moment, or more accurately giving yourself a moment, you leaned your forehead against the steering wheel and took some measured breaths. You knew once you properly cooled off, you’d be left with a rather embarrassing nervous vulnerability. Not to say you’d never gotten emotional in front of them, they saw you when you were a scraggly awkward teen and by some miracle that didn’t put them off, but now that you were all older you couldn’t help but become hyper aware of the growing differences between you and the two of them. You were wary with how you were finding scarier weapons in Tangerine’s room, or how Lemon started talking about gory ways to make extra money. You weren’t going to stop them, but goddamn it you were allowed to worry.

A rapping at your window knocked you out of you spiraling. “You comin’ out?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You scrubbed at your cheeks and stepped out of the car. “He still cogent?”

Lemon huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, for now.” He paused, before pulling you into a hug. “Listen. I know shit’s difficult right now, and we’re both fucking idiots. We don’t like making you worry.”

You tucked your face into his shoulder, letting yourself be held for at least this small moment.

“I just need you two to be okay.”

You leaned back, swiping at any stray moisture that may or may not have collected under your eyes. He swung his arm around your shoulders, rubbing his knuckles into the top of your head, just like when you were 10. For now, that would be enough.

#bullet train #bullet train x reader #tangerine x reader #lemon x reader #tangerine bullet train #lemon bullet train #nobody comment on which brother I’m biased towards #I mean uhhhh #I love both of my sons equally

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saywhatjessie · 1 year ago

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Biscuits with the Bisexuals (plus Trent)

Day five of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 5: Holiday Baking. Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: TedTrent & RoyJamie .7k[Ao3]

“It’s real nice for you to let us use your kitchen, Roy.”

Jamie heard Roy grunt as he led their guests into the kitchen. Ted Lasso’s smiling face appeared through the entryway, his wide American eyes staring unashamedly around Roy’s house. Trent Crimm followed with only fractionally less obvious curiosity.

“He’s letting you use his kitchen, darling,” Trent told Ted, pulling himself onto a barstool at the island. “I’m here to look pretty and heckle.”

“Oh, mint, me too!” Jamie said, hopping up next to him. “I usually sit on the counter, though.”

“Keep your arse off my counters,” Roy glared but Jamie just grinned back, sunnily. He huffed a breath, hiding his own smile (but Jamie still saw it. He always saw it.) before turning back to Ted. “And I’m not letting you use my kitchen, I’m putting you to work.”

Ted nodded, affably. “Well point the way and I’ll make like Riri, Roy-Roy.”

“No,” Roy said.

Jamie rolled his eyes, turning to Trent. “He’s just grumpy because he was left out of his family text thread on who was bringing what to the family biscuit exchange.”

“Biscuits aren’t even a Hanukkah tradition!” Roy shouted. “Fucking Christians, ruining everything.”

“He has to blame the Christians because it was Phoebe’s idea but he can’t ever blame Phoebe for anything.”

“The Christians got to her! She’s an impressionable child! Not her fault.”

Jamie gestured at Roy as if to say ‘see?’. Trent snorted.

“Well if you don’t wanna do cookies why are you so steamed you weren’t in the group chat?”

Roy grunted, turning away from them to bring out the stand mixer.

“He’s mad because it was only women in the group chat.” Jamie told them. “HIs sister Ruth was the one who told him about it, all confused because she doesn’t cook or nothing. Roy then made a big stink about gender essentialism and how he should have been given the option to contribute, even if he thinks a biscuit exchange is dumb.”

“It is dumb,” Roy grumbled, pulling our various measuring bowls.

“I know, babe,” Jamie told him, giving him a sympathetic put he couldn’t see. Trent snickered into his hand.

“Well, hey, Roy, that’s great! Standing up for gender equality.” Ted said, grinning. “You’re like that tall fella from High School Musical who wants to bake and play basketball. You won’t stick to this status quo.”

Jamie snorted. “Except Roy can’t bake. He’s dead good at cooking and that but he can’t make a biscuit for love or honey.”

“It’s love or money you twat.”

“Oi, is that any way to speak to your honey?”

Roy growled. Jamie winked at him.

“Well, Roy, I am happy to lend my expertise,” Ted chimed in. “Might be fun to coach on you something I actually know something about. Switch it up.”

Roy snorted but his mouth tilted into an almost smile which cheered everyone up.

Jamie leaned over the island. “Get us some tea, Roy?”

“Get it yourself,” Roy said but started the kettle himself anyway.

“So what are you baking biscuits for, Coach?” Jamie asked, crossing his arms on the counter.

“Well, Rebecca has praised me a bit too much in front of the rest of Nelson Road “ Ted winced. “So I’m making a super batch so everyone can get some. Little too much for my tiny kitchen.”

Jamie hummed. “Roy, can I try some of Coach’s biscuits?”

“No.”

Jamie whined. “Just one! While he’s here! If everyone’s gonna be talking about how lush they are, I wanna know how lush they are. Even if I can’t have more than one.”

“We can make him do squats to work it off,” Trent reasoned.

Roy snorted. “You know nothing about nutrition or fitness plans for athletes, Crimm. He’d do cardio, not muscle training.”

“Jumping jacks, then.” Trent shrugged. “I’m not picky.”

“You’re a freak, Crimm,” Roy told him, but he didn’t sound unhappy about it.

Ted and Jamie laughed.

“Well let’s get bakin’, Clay Aiken!’

“Perfect appropriate queer reference, Ted,”

“Thanks, sweetheart,”

“You’re insufferable.” Roy told them.

“So are we, though!” Jamie responded cheerfully.

“Do you think the oven’s preheated enough for me to put my head in?” Roy asked.

“Are you a biscuit?” Trent asked.

“More of a tart,” Jamie responded.

“No, Jamie, you’re the Tartt.”

“This was a mistake.” Roy said.

They made 12 dozen biscuits.

#Ted Lasso #RoyJamie #TedTrent #oops I wrote a thing #writing advent

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imjustrando · 18 days ago

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"WHAT THE FUCK JAY?!"

This was also a request!! I can't write Alex for shit forgive me....

"Jay finally snaps at Alex because Alex is a bitch..." -Natt<3

Jays Pov

God I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. Some days I just think about slamming his head into the wall. He used to be so loving before Marble Hornets, he he cared about me then. Before he found her. Now I am just some throw away. I knew him since MIDDLE SCHOOL and he just threw me away after knowing her for a couple months. Am I just trash?

I feel like trash, garbage put out to the road.

My phone rang, Alex, I automatically picked up, “Jay you're late again!” Alex said through the phone frustration feeding through. Wait? What was I late for again? “We were shooting today?” I asked and he grumbled under his breath before telling me yes and hanging up on me.

Not even a goodbye? Okay.

I called him back not long after just to go to voicemail. Always voicemail unless he called me since SHE arrived, it is all her FAULT. I slammed my head against the wall once or twice, careful not to break the wall- I didn't have the money to fix the wall if I broke it.

Why won't he just love me back? I suddenly felt my face becoming wet, I was crying over Alex again. Why does he never care? I want him to care again. Why did she have to come around! I slammed my head forward one more time before deciding, I am done with this. I am tired of this all, no more. I grabbed a hoodie, Alex's one he gave me a while back, any trinkets he gave me, his pictures, everything that reminded me of him and took it to my backyard setting it all ablaze.

I couldn't wouldn't handle it anymore. I am done. I got in my car focusing on the road, heavily as I made my way to Alex's house, I grabbed a gallon of gas on my way, I needed it. I drumbed my hands on the steering wheel before pulling in looking at Alex's house. It was decent.

I grabbed the can of gas making a round around the outside of Alex's house, most of it covered with bushes. Even better for me. I lit a match and threw it in backing up as it quickly caught ablaze, I went to my truck and sat there watching the fire go up, and up, and up. She had noticed it far too late, she wasn't able to get out. I rested my head on my steering wheel a grin on my face, and honestly passed out for a good while. I only woke up to Alex screaming.

Even if he wasn't just talking to me he was giving me the attention I craved. I wasn't able to hear most of what he said, it all blurred together. It was too fuzzy for me to understand, my whole body feeling like jelly. I never felt like this before, what was this? This is weird.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Jay!" He yelled snapping me out of it somewhat. I only was able to get a groan past my lips, words becoming absolutely impossible.

I did it.

He punched me. God it hurt but I wanted more, it was his touch, that's all I cared about. He eventually left me there half beat, my ears ringing.

Wait... When did he leave?

Thats all I got 😭😭😭

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i don’t remember if we ever see rhett’s truck parked in with the rest of his family’s, but wouldn’t it be interesting* (*sad) that he parks so far away because growing up he used to just up and leave? like, go for drives whenever he wanted just around wabang or the surrounding rural roads and whatnot? maybe even to the next town or towns over if it was early enough and had free time? never too alarmingly far away, but just to get away because he finally could? he bought that truck fair and square with his own money and his own labor.

he made royal (specifically) and cecilia nervous with his coming and going.

he always got his work and his chores done, and was always (mostly) at school when he needed to be, so they didn’t really have grounds to punish him. but one day cecilia brought it up like “rhett we’d like you to stay in tonight, okay? no more driving around at all hours...”

rhett just kinda rolls his eyes and nods to humor her, like, i’m eighteen now, ma.

until he goes out that night because he can’t sleep and sees he’s been boxed in.

the visual of it at first is jarring because cecilia had been so calm in her request that he didn’t realize it was actually a demand? or maybe she didn’t trust him to listen so she had the rest of their family try to physically keep him there at home with them...

it took a little maneuvering; he hit perry’s truck behind him and just barely missed the front edge of the house, but he got out—and maybe he stayed out? maybe it was summer vacation and he stayed with a friend from school who was still around.

cecilia did worry about where her youngest was, while ultimately being preoccupied with amy—but royal? royal just realized how much harder it was going to be to keep rhett down.

Now this is a hell of a concept omg 🌷forgive me, I got...a little too carried away with the concept of Rhett running away from home 💃

There's a very, very brief instance in episode 5 when Cecelia catches Autumn snooping around in their house, where you can very briefly see Rhett's truck sitting next to Cecelia's. But I think that's the only time he parks near them? And it's the middle of the day, so he may not even be parked there for long.

I only knew this because a while back, I spent a few hours trying to identify the make and year of his truck. General consensus: It's a 2nd Gen GMC Sierra 1500, made between 1999 and 2006. Regular cab with Indigo Blue Metallic paint.

Rhett just? Out? Wandering around in his truck? Finally, no longer restricted to the few miles his old horse and his own two feet can take him? 😭 Behind the wheel of his old new truck is the most amount of control he's ever had in his life; Royal isn't there to chastise him for small details, Cecelia isn't nervously breathing down his neck, doesn't have to worry about Perry reporting him to Royal. He's free to explore for the first time, venturing down roads just to see where they take him,

I like to think he was clever and made sure the vehicle was put in his name so that his parents couldn't take it and hold it over his head for punishment. And he's lucky he did it because Royal's grappling for control over him again, loading him down with extra work in hopes of tiring him into staying home, and Cecelia's of the 'you're up to no good if you're out past 8PM' mindset.

And now, all of a sudden, the ladies in her bible study are talking about how someone saw Rhett at the gas station at 11PM, saying how the devil is getting ahold of her youngest. And Cecelia's poor religious heart is so worried about what others think of her parenting that she tightens the reins on Rhett. But Rhett's always been one to resist, so while he's in the shower, the rest of the Abbotts play a game of car shuffle and box him in.

The problem is that they've literally raised their boys to use their heads to get out of a bind...and that morning, Cecelia walks into the kitchen to find Perry just "😑told you it wouldn't work." And a part of me thinks that Perry saw him leave, but this is one of his rare moments where he understands just how suffocating their parents can be, so he lets Rhett go. And at the end of the day, he's got a toddler to look after; he doesn't have the time nor the energy to police his grown-ass, little brother.

Omg, wait, wait, wait, Rhett, having a little summer adventure? 💃

I have this useless little headcanon that, because of Rhett having a June birthday, he was one of the youngest in his grade. He didn't turn eighteen until nearly a month after he'd graduated from high school, and that is the only reason he graduated in the first place. So maybe this gives him a big, "Well, I'm eighteen now. I can do whatever the hell I want!" moment.

As soon as he realized he was boxed in, he packed a bag and left with the intention of never coming back ❤ He crashes on a friend's couch for a few nights before wandering out into the world. Venturing down strange highways and into cities he's never seen before, and within a few weeks, makes a connection that gets him a job at a cattle ranch. Pays better than Royal ever did, and he makes a new friend that helps him sneak back to Wabang to nab his horse. There isn't a way in hell that he's leaving his baby back there for long.

He stays there for months, doing his own thing and feeling sore about how he left things back home. But he's enjoying himself. Taking late-night rides with new friends, exploring new places and things. He takes up steer wrestling, some old timer teaches him to play the harmonica, and he tries sushi for the first time.

Back at home, Cecelia reports him as missing because once he came back for his horse, it became very clear that he wasn't planning on coming back. Lying to the police isn't new for them, and they manage to construe a story that gets Wabang PD looking for Rhett.

Rodeo season is the only reason they find him because the one thing eighteen-year-old Rhett cannot give up is bull-riding. And who would have thought that a big News station would be covering one night and that he would wind up being broadcast on every television in the area? Once the police lead Royal to where Rhett's been hiding staying, it's all over.

And maybe the reason he sleeps in his truck is because he's clinging to that little taste of freedom he had when he just turned eighteen...

💃💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿

#rhett abbott #delgato's asks #outer range #outer range amazon #rhett abbott outer range #rhett abbott headcanons #💐#milesmillergf

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miscfandomwrites · 1 year ago

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Academically Kickass: Chapter One

Pairing: Avengers x Mafia! Student! Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language

Words: 1.7k

Location: Mavel > Wanda Maximoff > Series

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“Ms. (Y/N).” Clarke said as she saw me exit the building.

I nodded to her, pausing and stepping beside her, letting the rest of the school flow out the doors.

That’s when I noticed Jack, who exited the door and made his way over to us.

He was following me. Godammit-I should have seen that. Fuck, here comes the lecture.

“Ms. (Y/N), did you notice I wa-”

I cut him off before the lecture started. “No, Jack. You’re supposed to let me know anyway, if I’m being followed. That is a rule.” I told him as I turned, heading down the walkway.

Clarke kept pace with me, tugging on the leash for Roscoe. Meanwhile, Jack had to jog and dodge students to get to us.

I chuckled as I kept walking, taking the long way around the school to the teacher’s parking lot.

Finally Jack caught up with us, and gave me a sour look and nothing more (thankfully).

Perks of being a Mafia Lord's Daughter: You get to park anywhere. And since my Father is a main donor of the school, I not only get top-tier classes and good academic results, but I am well known.

Oh please. I work my ass off for my grades-I made sure to explain that to the Board and to my teachers. Just because my Father has influence does NOT mean I get treated any differently.

We headed to the parking lot, and I immediately knew which car they took to get here.

The dodge challenger-black, as the majority of our cars were. It was beautiful, I’ll give you that.

Money makes beauty. But money cannot be beauty-you actually need to work for that.

We headed to the car, Clarke unleashing Roscoe who walked towards the car, sniffing around and under it.

Clarke unlocked it, and opened the driver’s side door for me, and I got in. Roscoe got in the back with me, sitting on the passenger side.

Clarke would be driving, and it seems Jack would be the passenger.

I opened my book again after putting my seatbelt on, and lost myself in it as we headed home.

Thankfully the car was silent, which not only gave anxiety but took it away.

How bad is it? With three of them now, it’s bound to be bad, yet it’s not bad enough where I needed to be taken out of class, much less have a bodyguard with me at all times.

The drive back to the house took almost twenty minutes, and I spent most of it either reading or glancing at my phone now and again, awaiting a message from either my father or my brother, explaining things to me. Nothing.

Finally, I peered up from my book and glanced around the car. Clarke was focused on the road, Jack was on his phone, messaging whoever, and Roscoe was facing forward, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I raised my eyebrows before flipping my phone over and tucking my head back into my book.

The gates opened automatically as we pulled into the driveway leading up to them, and we pulled around to the front of the house….

“What the hell is going on?” I asked out loud as I saw the new guards posted. Four out by the front doors, two holding rifles, and a quick glance at the roof had me seeing two men with long-range rifles posted up. “Jesus Christ…” I murmured as I got out of the car. Shouldering my bag and tucking my phone in my back pocket, I headed up the snow-encrusted steps. Only a light dusting, enough for the snowmelt to already start eating away at it.

Jack opened the doors and we walked through. There were more guards, at the balconies and at the foot of the stairs. I saw more posted at the doors. Thankfully, my father and brother were already there. Along with a few other people I recognized, mostly as my father’s associates and ‘helping hands’.

I only took note of my surroundings, waiting for him to speak.

“(Y/N), I’m glad you’re home.” Father spoke. I tilted my head in interest. I am usually called a pet name, such as darling, or babygirl, etc… for him to call me by my first name is when I knew it was serious.

He didn’t bother to turn around before he raised his hand, dismissing his cadre. They filtered out to a side room and I turned my attention back to my father.

“Why don’t you get changed and...dressed up so you can meet our associates?”

I only nodded before taking off up the stairs, heading to my room. Jack took Roscoe and they stayed behind, while Clarke followed me into my room.

I dumped my bag next to my desk and tossed my book on it, before starting to take off my outer layers of clothing.

“Something nice, I suppose then?” I asked her as I hung my jacket on the back of my chair.

“I suggest something feminine, perhaps a dress?” She said as I took my shoes into my closet.

I hummed and started looking through the racks of clothes, before settling on a decent black dress. Paired with some gold or diamonds, some heels, and my knives, it’ll do nicely.

I made sure to shave and wash my hair, but I tried to keep getting ready relatively quickly.

No less than twenty minutes later, my hair styled down and my knives strapped on, I pulled on my heels and finished with my jewelry before heading downstairs.

Clarke led me through the house and towards the back of it, where some of the main meeting rooms were. Through two sets of doors and two sets of guards, we arrived at the room where my father only met with his highest, and most important clientele. It wasn’t used often, so when I needed a quiet place to work I was often found here.

The walls held various guns from various times, some dating back to the civil war and some as recent as last year’s newest chinese additions. All were in perfect working order, and well taken care of. And I’ve shot them all. I guess that’s one of the perks of being in my odd little family-being taught from a young age how to defend myself and those I love.

But at the same point, I never got to really experience a decent childhood. I don’t remember a time my father and I spent any time together outside of my ‘training’ or dinners.

Father stood at the head of the table, my brother to his left and Jacob, his second in command, to his right. There were the associates, along with three men and two women I didn’t recognize. There was an empty seat at the other head of the table, right in front of me.

“(Y/N), I’m glad you could join us.” He said, motioning to the chair in front of me. We all sat down and I turned my attention to the strangers.

The men, one dark skinned and with an eyepatch. Looked clean cut, with mostly leather and black accessories. The man to his right, a blonde white boy who was very well muscled and wearing a suit. Then the other man whom I recognized as Tony Stark, someone that I’ve seen only in mention and in passing. And the two women: Natasha Romanoff, an inspiration and one of the most notorious assassins. I’ve seen her only twice, both in dealings with my father.

Why would she deal with him? She’s an assassin with her own goals, which were none of my business unless they directly affected me or my family. And the other one, someone I’ve seen only on television and heard about in conversations. Wanda Maximoff.

“So, do you have an idea why you are here, Miss (L/N)?” The one with the eyepatch-Fury, if I can recall correctly-asked me.

I leaned back into the chair, nodding my thanks to Clarke as she set a cup of coffee in front of me. I took it in my hands and quietly thanked her before I studied the man and took a sip of the warm drink.

“If I did, why would you be asking me that?” I replied, raising my eyebrow.

“You are being asked to join the Avengers Initiative.”

I looked towards my father. Who sighed and sipped his bourbon.

“Before we get into any details, does this explain the heightened security and three guard team assigned to me today, father?” I asked him. He nodded.

“Our rivals decided to ban together. And as it seems, have joined forces with Hydra, their” He gestured to the group “Enemies as well. They know that our bloodline has...abilities. And all three of us, myself, your brother, and you are being searched for.”

“Then why does the invitation not extend to my brother as well?” I asked.

“Because I’ve already been tested, (F/N), and I don’t show any abilities. Neither does father.” He replied.

“And me?”

“You have been tested and shown the aptitude. But you haven’t shown any outward signs yet, as far as abilities beyond advanced healing and a high IQ.” Father replied. I nodded and took another sip of my coffee before turning back to Fury.

“And why do you want me to join?” I questioned him.

“Because you need training for your abilities as they come into play. And you would be a good ally to have.” Steve told me.

I sighed and set my coffee down, looking towards my father.

“And what about here? Do you need my assistance or are you willing to let me go and do this?” I asked him.

He ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head back.

“Princesa, this is your decision. I can influence it but that wouldn’t be fair. This is your choice. I suggest you go. You’ll be surrounded by people like you, and you will be able to do good.” He finally said. I nodded.

“And the family?”

“We can take care of ourselves. I will keep in contact, however.” He replied.

I turned back towards Fury.

The world needs me.

“When do I leave?”

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stesierra · 1 year ago

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Maybe you'd like to see the first chapter of a different fantasy book? A YA one? This MC is also depressed. Sorry, that's life.

School of Souls

Chapter One

Friday, September 15th, 2023

After the funeral, after we had all wept and railed and gushed about how wonderful Dad was, Mom drove me home by herself. Grandma and Grandpa had offered to take me if Mom needed to stop by the office. She’d missed enough work as is, staying home with me while I sobbed and snotted all over her. But she didn’t go in, although the other bigshot lawyers were probably wondering what the problem was. They certainly hadn’t shown up to lay Dad to rest. None of them would stay home with their thirteen-year-old just because somebody died.

I should be grateful Mom put me first. But I wasn’t. I said, as we got off the I-10 ramp, headed home, “If you’d tried harder, Dad wouldn’t have died.”

She slammed on the brakes, and it was a good thing we weren’t on the I-10 anymore, because we’d probably both have died. “Excuse me?”

I rubbed the back of my hand across my nose. “I said, it’s your fault Dad died.”

“Juniper,” she said, enunciating my name like it was a secret code she had to say perfectly to get through to me. “There’s nothing I could do about your dad’s heart. I helped him get on the transplant list. I stayed with him after the surgery. I picked up his immunosuppressants and antibiotics and made sure he took them. But his body rejected the heart, honey. It was nobody’s fault, not even the doctor’s.”

I said, my tone far below freezing, the way Phoenix, Arizona never was, “If you’d just tried, you could have found a sorcerer to heal Dad. And then he wouldn’t have died.”

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We were sitting at a light, with people honking behind us, but Mom didn’t drive on home. “Juniper, that’s ridiculous. You’ve been spending too much time on social media.”

I glared at her through eyes that still stung from all the crying I’d done. “Sorcerers are in the news. Sorcerers are on TV. Half the students at my middle school want to be one when they grow up. Don’t tell me you didn’t even think of it. Don’t lie to me!”

“Magic isn’t reliable. And sorcerers aren’t as common as the magazines would have you believe. It really wasn’t that simple, sweetie.”

“Tell me you tried,” I said through gritted teeth. “Tell me you wrote to the Circle and begged for Dad’s life.”

Mom didn’t say anything. She just pushed down the gas pedal and eased us back onto the road. Her silence stretched between us as we rolled past palm trees and the beggars who stood on the street corners with their cardboard signs. Usually I insisted on giving them money. But today I was too knotted up inside myself to think of charity.

Mom didn’t say a thing, and neither did I until we pulled in our driveway, where Dad’s peace roses waited for him to deadhead them. He never would. The roses would shrivel up in the heat and fall off to rot. Nobody would water them, either, and that was a death sentence in the desert. They’d die. Just like Dad.

I said, when Mom turned off the engine, “I’m never going to forgive you. Willow.” And I got out of the car and fled before she could say a single word.

Sunday, August 11th, 2024

The last time I spoke to my mom, I was on the bus to the Seramia Boarding School, bumping up a dirt road outside of the foothills. Her face contorted in a guilty smile on my phone screen, and her voice came out as a tinny little squeak. “You’ll enjoy the chance to get out in nature, Juniper. Really you will.”

I put my deadest expression on and just stared at the phone.

She forged on, her tone forced brightness. “There’ll be lots of opportunities to hike in between classes. They say the Bighorn Mountains are stunning. You packed your binoculars, didn’t you?”

“I’m sure they are, Willow,” I said bitterly. That’s Mom’s name. When I was born, she kept the tree theme going.

“Call me Mom,” she pleaded. “The way you used to.”

The way I had before Dad died. I lied, “You’re breaking up. I can barely see you. Oh no—”

And I jammed the “End call” button and shoved my phone into the patched backpack that sat at my feet.

I wasn’t the only kid on the bus who was using the last opportunity to talk to family. The school had no cell phone signal, not up in the mountains. It said so clearly in the brightly colored brochure my mom had shoved under my nose. No internet, either. The only way to stay in touch was by magic. And I wasn’t a sorcerer. Nobody I knew was.

A boy near me tangled twiggy fingers in his long ginger hair and said, “Dad, you can’t be serious about sending me away for four years. You just can’t. A boarding school? What is this, the eighteen hundreds? Is there going to be a schoolmaster who beats us with a ruler, too? How about nuns? Are there nuns here?”

I slouched lower in my seat, trying to keep to myself. It wasn’t a religious school we were going to. Mom had reassured me about that, with the most earnest expression on her face. She wouldn’t send me off to some Christian camp that would drum traditional female roles into me, not when Mom was a proud atheist and feminist. The Seramia Boarding School made good kids out of bad ones, but not through religion. So they claimed.

I yanked the crumpled brochure out of my backpack. The front showed smiling teenagers, about my age, with perfectly brushed hair and smart blue uniforms and genuine joy in their eyes. Behind them, pine trees obscured most of the horizon, except where the naked peak of a mountain jutted up above the green.

The brochure said, “Guaranteed results! We take troubled teens and turn out model citizens! Does your son or daughter steal, lie, do drugs or bully others? At the Seramia Boarding School, they’ll find a new way of life. By their eighteenth birthday, they’ll be glad they came! And you’ll be glad you sent them.”

I wadded it back up until I couldn’t see those smiles any longer. Mom was already glad. She was tired of my defiance, tired of trying to deal with my problems, and she’d taken the easy way out. Some feminist she made.

Another girl slid onto my bench, adjusting the dozens of plastic bracelets that hung from her chunky arms. “Got a smoke?” she asked me, peering out from beneath long blonde bangs. “You look like a smoker.”

I shrugged bony shoulders. “Do I smell like one? Bug off.”

She nodded approvingly and pulled out a blunt from her little sequined purse. “Astrid,” she said. “You?” She lit the blunt with a neon-pink lighter and stuffed the edge into her mouth.

“Juniper,” I said, opening my window for fresh air. “What are your parents banishing you for?”

Astrid smiled mockingly. “Arson. You?”

“Pill-popping. What did you burn down?”

“My grandma’s barn. What do you pop?”

“None of your business. Go sit by yourself and inhale smoke until you die.”

She sprang up and blew in my face. “Suit yourself. No one’s going to want to be friends with you, you know. Dumb bitch. And there’s no pills in the mountains.” She flounced back to her seat, leaving me to stare out at the foothills as we bumped up Red Grade Road.

No pills in the mountains. I felt for the hard little pill bottle at the bottom of my bag. The precious contents wouldn’t last me very long. Not with how often I took them. And there were no pills in the mountains. Mom was counting on that, and I hated her for it.

The bus jounced and rattled up miles of dirt road, alternatively hemmed in by crowded lodge-pole pine trees and edged by open meadows. Then we trundled across an even bigger meadow and into a clearing in among the trees. A wooden sign declared, “Welcome to Seramia Boarding School! Your life changes today.” A beaming face smiled out at us, and I hated it immediately. But we didn’t stay to look at it. We rumbled on into the midst of what looked like a village from a hundred years ago. I didn’t see a single car or even a golf cart. Five big buildings circled a central lawn that was more weeds than grass. Smaller cabins trailed off into the woods, interspersed with more pine trees. The central buildings were too big to be called cabins—maybe lodge would be a better word—but everywhere I looked they were built out of smooth logs, stained reddish brown. The pointed roofs, made of tin, were colored the same red. A hand painted sign on the left building said Freshman. The other buildings were labeled Sophomore, Junior, Senior and Dining.

A boy with dreadlocks the same color as his dark skin leaned against the window and said, “They won’t let us mingle? This place is going to suck.”

The bus ground to a halt, and the doors opened with a screech. I rose from my seat and grabbed my backpack. “You thought a place that only lets you bring one bag—and won’t let you leave—would be great? You’re not an A student, are you?”

He glowered at me and tossed a dreadlock over his shoulder. “They don’t send A students to shitholes like this.”

That wasn’t entirely true. I’d been an A student once. Before my dad died and I started sleeping through class. Before the pills. But I didn’t say that. I tromped down the stairs and off the bus before any of the others could beat me to it.

Cool air struck me immediately; this place was twenty degrees colder than the prairie that surrounded the mountains. My shorts and t-shirt wouldn’t keep me warm once the sun went down. I hadn’t even packed winter clothes. They’d be provided, Mom had told me. I rubbed my arms as the other teens disembarked and managed to squish a mosquito. It left a smear of blood on my palm. Wonderful. And Mom thought I would enjoy nature.

From the bus window, the place had looked abandoned. But the door to the senior building swung open, and ten teenagers marched out in perfect single file. They lined up in front of us. Despite their rainbow of skin colors and different heights and noses, they looked identical: athletic, in matching blue uniform pants and shirts and with welcoming smiles on their faces.

I took a glance at the other new arrivals. There were ten of us, half male, half female, all a mixture of different races, and we didn’t look anything alike. Half the girls wore tight leggings or jeans, and the rest wore short skirts. I was the only one in shorts, and they were khaki boy’s shorts that came down to my knees. Not fashionable at all, but what my mom liked to buy for me.

The boys wore a mix of khakis and jeans, both long and short, and half of them didn’t fit right. Half the boys had longer hair than I did. I looked back at the seniors. The boys all had buzz cuts, like soldiers, and the girls had their hair neatly trimmed at the shoulders.

A senior stepped forward. The bridge of her hawklike nose tilted sideways from an old break, and a tattoo of leopard spots marked the line of her throat. If she’d worn leather, I’d have called her a bruiser, maybe a biker chick. But her voice matched her uniform and smile perfectly. “Welcome to Seramia Boarding School! I’m Ember Saint James, the senior valedictorian. We’re so happy to have you here. I hope your journey wasn’t too long.”

All us new arrivals stared at her. Astrid said, “Are you kidding? You bused us into the middle of frigging nowhere. I came all the way from Oregon.”

I nodded. They had bused me in a thousand miles from Phoenix, Arizona, where it’d been 105 F. This mountain was frigid in comparison.

Ember’s smile didn’t fade. “Then I’m sure you’re looking forward to seeing your new cabins and getting a nap. You’ll pick your classes tomorrow, so for today you can just get settled in.”

“We get to pick?” the boy with long ginger hair said, screwing up eyebrows that looked like caterpillars. He paced a few steps. “I thought my dad decided all that. You know, before he shipped me here.”

The senior cocked her head. “Do you think you’ll be more motivated to become a model student if you’re given a choice?”

The boy grimaced. “I guess. I don’t really plan on becoming a model for anyone.” He fidgeted with the straps of his backpack. Since I first saw him, he hadn’t held still.

“What’s your name?” Ember asked.

Astrid said sourly, “Aren’t we all on a list somewhere?”

“You are, but it’s polite to ask.”

The ginger boy rocked back on his heels and said, “I’m Kye Wells. What’s your accommodation policy here?”

“Accommodations? What do you need accommodation for?” Astrid asked, grinning at him. “Are you an idiot? Is that why your parents didn’t want you around anymore?”

Kye’s freckled face turned tomato red. “Nothing! Just—Never mind. Forget it.”

Ember’s smile turned sympathetic. “The teachers work with each student as needed. I promise, whatever problem your parents felt they couldn’t solve, it’ll disappear by junior year.” She looked around at the rest of us. “And that goes for all of you. The founder of this place promises it. To you, and to your parents.”

The brochure in my backpack said Beatrix Seramia had founded the Seramia Boarding School thirty years ago, to help troubled youth. “What did you do wrong to get sent here?” I asked Ember, folding my arms across my Gila monster t-shirt. “What was your problem?”

“I was a graffiti artist hooked on crack,” she said, still smiling that perfect smile. “But my parents knew this place could help me. Just like it’ll help you.”

“Bullshit,” one of the new boys said. He towered above the rest of us, and his nose could’ve sliced bread. “You can’t just fix people like that. There’s no way you’ll get rid of my problems without me becoming a totally new person.”

Ember’s smile broadened. “Then maybe you’ll become a new person. But don’t worry. It won’t hurt much.”

But it sounded like a lie.

The seniors split us freshmen up and directed us to the smaller cabins. I was in the obnoxiously named Jackalope Cabin, on the far left of the campus, near the trees. As I trudged towards my new home, a whisper of sound intruded in my gloom. It grew louder and louder until I realized a noisy stream rushed by right behind my cabin. The sound of it would lull me to sleep at night. But I refused to be pleased or grateful. Mom had banished me to this place to get rid of me, and one nice feature didn’t make up for it.

The stairs that led to the porch creaked as I tromped up them. Four rustic rocking chairs sat at the corners of the porch. I guessed I was going to share the place with three people. I kicked a chair. We were teenagers, modern teenagers, and our parents thought we’d be willing to live without internet or phone service or television? They thought we’d be fixed if we just sat in old-timey chairs and rocked, like stereotypical grannies? They were nuts. The whole lot of them. Mom especially.

A wooden jackalope leered at me from between the two doors. Its antlers were twice the length of its long ears. I grabbed the handle of the rightmost door and yanked it open.

The hinges squealed as I yanked open the door. A monster lay in the middle of the floor, bat-like wings spread.

I screamed and stumbled back. But the monster didn’t leap up to pursue me. Its long tongue stuck out between its fangs, motionless.

“Hey, it’s dead,” a deep voice said. “I killed it.”

I looked up and came face to face with a boy two years older than me. He was trim and athletic, with the muscle of a runner. He crossed long arms and smirked at me. His hair was a buzz cut, just like the seniors, and he wore the same blue uniform. Were we all going to dress like that?

I took another look at the monster, and the shape of its head and four legs registered. “Is that a cow?” It was definitely dead, now that I looked closer. Its brown eyes stood open, dulled and unfocused, and blood stained its muzzle and dripped onto the wooden floor.

“It was,” the boy said. “Before the heal-transformers got to it.”

I staggered into the room and plopped down on one of the small beds that framed the freakish winged cow. My legs wouldn’t hold me up anymore. “What’s a heal-transformer, and why would anyone do that to a cow?” Its fangs better fit a sabertooth tiger, and its wings belonged on a dragon.

He shrugged and took a seat on the other bed. A door led to the other half of the cabin, but it was closed. “The students who pick healing and transformation as their focus. They’ll transform anything. How else are they going to practice?”

“Their focus?” I said, my voice too shrill. “You’re talking about magic? Are you telling me this is a magic school?”

He gave a lopsided smile. “Didn’t it say that in the brochure?”

I jabbed a shaking finger towards him. “No! The brochure went on about how this place was going to fix us all. It said nothing about making us real sorcerers!” Mom would never let me study to become a sorceress.

“Surprise,” he said.

I took a deep breath, trying to shove down excitement. “You mean tomorrow, when I pick my classes, I’m going to choose classes on magic?” This sounded too good to be true. It probably was.

He laughed at me. “Nope. They’ll mostly be ordinary high school classes. Math, history, etcetera.”

I grabbed that mostly with both hands. “But some of them will be magic?”

“Some of them will prepare you for magic,” he corrected. “You won’t learn to use actual spells until you’re a junior, like me.”

I glared at him, feeling the thrill I’d felt at the idea of becoming a sorceress—which was admittedly partly to spite my mother—drain out of me. “That’s stupid. I want to start now.”

He shook his head and grabbed the flying cow by one wing. “You’re, what, fourteen? You don’t know enough. If you want to break the laws of physics, you have to know what they are. If you want to heal, you need to know anatomy and cells and DNA. Not that I know much about that. I’m not a heal-transformer.” He tried to drag the cow towards the door, but the wing stretched out and the cow didn’t budge. “Help me with this, will you?”

I stared at him. I hadn’t seen a whole dead cow in my life. I didn’t even eat hamburger because the thought of eating something with soulful brown eyes made me sick to my stomach. “Where are you taking it?”

He grinned at me. “The kitchen. Don’t you want steak?”

I lifted my chin. “I’m a vegetarian. I don’t believe in killing animals to eat them.”

The boy tilted his head. “What about killing them to save your life?”

“You mean if I was starving? Maybe if I had to.” People justified all sorts of things when they were starving. Even cannibalism.

His lopsided smile reappeared. “I guess that’s one way to look at it. But help me move the cow, even if you won’t eat it.”

Gingerly, I rose from the bed and grabbed the cow’s other wing. It felt nothing like leather; it was soft and furry and still warm. When I hauled on it with all my strength, it stretched out, revealing a membrane so thin I could see the floor through it. “If you’re not a heal-transformer, what are you?”

He hauled on his wing and I hauled on mine, and slowly we dragged the cow towards the door. He said, “I’m an entroper. Violating the laws of physics is my specialty.”

“And your name?”

We got the cow out onto the porch and began bumping it down the stairs. “Declan Finch,” he said. “You’re my new freshman roommate. I assume you have a name, but no one told me what it was.”

“Juniper Fellows,” I said. “Are you my only roommate?”

“There’s a sophomore and a senior in the other room, but you’ll be bunking with me. I hope you’re not shy.” The words could’ve come out lecherous, but instead, they just sounded like a friendly joke.

I glared at him anyway as we dragged the cow towards the dining hall. “The school expects me to share a room with a boy? How do I know you’re not a sex offender? Maybe that’s why you got banished here.”

Declan’s regal face grew serious. “Every freshman gets placed with a junior or senior roommate, and I’m afraid there’s no extra girl to put you with. And don’t worry. Even if I had been a sex offender, which I wasn’t, I’m a junior. Whatever problems I had as a frosh are long gone.”

I bit out, “You’re claiming you’re perfect? That you’re totally fixed? A brand new person, like that brochure promised? Fat chance. You’re probably a pervert who’s gotten better at faking it.”

I won a grin from him. “I am a brand new person. You’re right. Soon you’ll be a brand new person, too. Are you excited?”

I dropped the wing of the cow and said coldly, “Take your kill the rest of the way on your own. And leave me the hell alone. I’m going to sleep.”

His elegant brow furrowed. “It’s three in the afternoon.”

“I don’t care.” I turned on my heel and marched back to Jackalope Cabin. Once I reached it, I threw my bag down on the bed that wasn’t covered with a boy’s pajamas and fumbled in the bottom for my pill bottle.

I shook four zolpidem into my hand—four times the prescribed dose, but one pill didn’t put me to sleep anymore—and dry swallowed them. They tasted bitter going down.

“I hate you, Mom,” I said to nobody as I counted how many pills I had left. Enough for a month, maybe. When Mom wasn’t looking, I’d gotten multiple prescriptions filled at different pharmacies.

I tucked the bottle away, careful with its precious contents, and threw myself down on the bed before the zolpidem could make the world dizzy and unreal. I don’t remember falling asleep. With a high enough dose, I never remember anything.

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farshootingstar · 1 year ago

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Sorry this took so long! Had the playlist itself ready for a good while, but hadn't gotten to the cover art.

Oh, boy. I thought I had things to explain before, but I went absolute clown mode on this one. I'm pretty glad I have things to say about this list, since John can feel a bit overlooked despite being just as interesting of a character as the rest. It's probably a mixture of him being the outdoorsy guy and his backstory, buuut...

Here's the John playlist for all the sunny sweethearts! Expect some bumps in the road, though. There's also some long songs in this one, including one I mentally wrestled over for a good while before even putting this list together (the opera one, in case anyone's curious).

Wellerman, covered by The Longest Johns, is my choice for the first song. John's listed favorite genres are sea shanties and celtic music, so it had to be one or the other. I guess it was sort of a good thing people lost their minds during the pandemic and returned to sea shanties (actually the pandemic was genuinely terrible, even if the shanties were fine). I think that this is the only a capella song in the playlists.

The second song is Mountain Sound by Of Monsters and Men. I wanted something kind of upbeat and I liked the theme of running from your past, for reasons. If you know, you know. Spoiler cut below for Picture Perfect Boyfriend's bonus word doc, as well as Picture Perfect Boyfriend REBOOT.

Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose is an option I was mentally eyeballing for a while for John's old identity, Max. That dude has major gangster vibes, so I had to put this in. He almost beats the player with brass knuckles, so I feel secure in this assessment.

Each and Every One is a song I decided to add in for the Glory version of Lily, someone that Max held a flame for. Needless to say, she couldn't bear how miserable things had become around him and I think this is a good song to reflect that. While Max did seem to have a soft spot for her, he doesn't seem adept at hiding his general nature and low opinion of other people around him.

This next song is like 12 minutes long and I can't believe I'm subjecting you guys to this. You have to understand, though: At heart, I'm old-school Final Fantasy garbage. So, yeah, we have a Distant Worlds concert recording of Opera "Maria and Draco" (from Final Fantasy VI). If there was a trimmed down version, maybe I could have gone for that. I chose this for the Lily, Eislied, and Max love triangle (who, in the song, would be Maria the mezzo-soprano, Draco the tenor, and Ralse the baritone, respectively). It seemed like Max would have taken losing a tad more gracefully (like Ralse respecting the results of the duel) if not for Lily's tragically young death, which leads us to...

Bitch Better Have My Money by Rihanna and I'd pretty self-explanitory, with how Max extorted Vincent's father. While Max had gotten worse to people after Lily left him, taking it out on everyone under him more and more, I get the feeling something well and truly snapped when she died. Maybe he could have learned to cope in time (not that it would be any consolation to the people he tormented), but I doubt he saw any value in self-improvement once Lily was gone. Really foolish, since his vile behavior was what pushed her away in the first place, but grief's not always rational.

Oak & Ash & Thorn is the transition between the absurdly cruel Max to the gentle protector John. That amnesia was practically like a spell on him. The Morning Dew is next and that one's some classic celtic music to chill or dance to.

Next up is Apple Green by Mother Earth because I have to inflict acid jazz upon everyone once again. I think it's safe to say that John wasn't some type of nature enjoyer in his previous life as Max, but that's behind him now. He definitely appreciates the beauty and color of the world around him now and I wanted to put this song in to reflect that.

The Mariner's Revenge Song by The Decemberists is also pretty long, so I'm feeling kind of silly in retrospect for worrying about song length back in Ashton's playlist. Then again, both the opera song and this one are both story songs, so I find it a bit easier to justify their lengths. This is a special choice, in that there's a side story (the word doc I mentioned before) about Vincent first meeting John and realizing right away that this was Max with amnesia.

Autumn's Song is here to represent John's favorite season. The nostalgic nature of it can hint at those old memories simmering inside of him, something that he understandably fears.

I wouldn't blame you guys if you clowned the hell out of me for this next one, but I chose Rainbow Connection by Kermit, from The Muppet Movie. It's just such a simple and sweet song. I feel like it really fits in with John being a kind and romantic person, seeing beauty and mystery in life when he hadn't before. I imagine John's flights of fancy also probably irritate Ashino a bit, which is funny with him having a crush on Kadsey. Wildflower Jigs is another song in here for the good vibes. Who doesn't enjoy a good jig, right? It kind of makes me miss ren fairs, since I haven't been to any since the pandemic.

Blackbird/Yesterday is an interesting Beatles mashup that was made for the Cirque du Soleil show, Love, and I think the sentiments of both songs really fit with John in general. Yesterday, the song that the lyrics are from, is a classic about the pain of being left behind by an important woman while Blackbird, which the guitar is taken from, is a song that's a little more abstract (to a degree) but always feels to me like moving past the pain life can bring. Both of the songs Stardust (Vocal Version) by Hoagy Carmichael and Happy to Be Here by Wookiefoot are for John's recovered memories. I feel like a crooner song fits Max (or at least his old-timey gangster vibes, since it's hard for me to imagine Max actually enjoying any particular genre) more while something somewhat more contemporary fits John, at least in that John is the here and now. In general, John seems like a very "happy to be here" sort of guy, even if things can be tough.

Bonny Portmore by Loreena McKennitt and In the Woods Somewhere by Hozier are to reflect the danger to the woods that John has called home for a while and the animals he's resolved to protect. If it weren't for that and Vincent's troubles, I have a feeling that John would've willfully stayed in the dark about his past for longer. I was also wondering while listening to In the Woods Somewhere if John ever has small recollections of being murdered, though he didn't really have time to process what happened. This leads us into Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos, where John finally admits aloud that he's Max. I like the theme of this song, that you can't grow if you hide your heart away.

Remember when I chose a song in Vincent's playlist to acknowledge the yandere ends? Here's round 2: electric-boogaloo with the song Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. Harmonizing singing groups (like barbershop quartets and such) seem like something that John could really appreciate. Also, very convenient title, considering one of the consistent particular details between the yandere ends. Again, I have speculations about what that all means and those make me pretty pleased that this recording is also an ensemble sort of song instead of a solo. I think it's a solo when played live, but I'll admit that I've never seen these guys perform despite some overlap in convention visits.

Thus Always To Tyrants feels like a good song for acknowledging that Max is John's past, but it's not who he needs to be in every way despite reclaiming that identity. That's kind of a given, but I feel for him and his fear to never become such a horrendous person again. Now that I think about it, he and Ashton could make a support group. Maybe they could drag Ashino in early, too, to save us all some grief.

Closing things off with the classic John Denver song Take Me Home, Country Roads. While John has to fit into his old life to some extent, he's taking all that he's become with him and being a better person for it. That's another great ending that I hope can stick.

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skyward-floored · 2 years ago

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A piece of paper with most of a coffee ring on it reads in smudged writing: “One of the boys uses their power to quietly save a civilian?”

I had the hardest time picking which boy to do lol, but I finally wrote something out for this :)

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Wind walked at the back of the group with Four beside him, the two looking around as they followed the rest of their family out of the shopping center.

Wind didn’t like shopping much. Especially since despite how his parents tried to hide it he knew money was a little tight. But several of them had needed new school supplies for the year, so here they were.

In the boring shopping center.

Wind sighed. At least they were finally finished and going home now. They’d been here for what felt like ages and he’d looked at way too many pairs of shoes. At least his parents seemed happy with what they’d got.

“If one more person says how cute we are I’m gonna scream,” Four said grumpily from next to him, and Wind giggled, then shrugged.

“I don’t know, I think it’s nice. At least if they’re staring at us they’re leaving Wild alone,” he pointed out. Somebody always asked their brother him what happened with his scars, and he hated that.

Four folded his arms. “Yeah... I guess. Still, I’m five! That’s too old to be cute,” he said crossly, blowing some hair out of his face.

Wind just shrugged. Four was a cute kid no matter how much it bothered him, but Wind didn’t want to argue with him over the point. For being only five, he sure was good at winning arguments.

He turned his attention to the parking lot then, dutifully sticking by his parents’ sides when they crossed the road. Four held Twilight’s hand, and Wind found his attention drawn to farther down the street, where a woman had just exited a different store.

She had a huge pile of shopping bags in her arms, barely balancing them all as she walked down the sidewalk, and if that wasn’t enough, she was also digging through her purse and barely watching where she was going.

Wind watched her, a little amused at her absentmindedness, then frowned as he realized she was headed straight for a street corner. And still not paying any attention to where she was going, despite the heavy traffic. Wind looked around for any way to make the woman look up, but she probably wouldn’t hear him if he yelled, and nobody else walking by her seemed to notice just how distracted she was.

Four tugged on his sleeve and pointed, having noticed her as well, and Wind nodded, still looking around for some way to help as the woman stepped onto the street. Nothing jumped out at him, and a car came barreling around the corner right towards the woman, definitely going too fast to stop in time.

Four gasped and Wind didn’t even glance around to make sure nobody was looking as he thrust his hands out.

A gust of wind rushed towards the woman and thre her and her bags forward, just barely getting her out of the way of the car.

The woman fell to the ground, bags spilling everywhere, and her face was shocked as she finally looked up and realized how close she’d just come to being hit by the car. A few people who’d seen what had happened helped her up and started to gather her bags, and Wind sighed in relief as the woman stood up, looking shaken, but unhurt.

That had been really close.

“Nice job,” Four whispered, and Wind returned the smile he gave him, glancing anxiously around the parking lot. There were a lot of people around, but he was pretty sure nobody had seen him.

At least, he really hoped so.

“Did anyone see me?” he asked his brother, still looking furtively around.

“Don’t think so. Nobody’s pointing at you or yelling anyway,” Four said as he also looked around. “Good thing too. Mom and dad would kill you if they’d seen.”

Wind sighed in relief, and he and Four caught up to the rest of their family as they put their bags into the back of their car. The woman was safe, nobody had seen him, and he hadn’t accidentally exposed himself and forced their family to move again.

Wind looked up as his father walked past him to the driver’s seat, then froze when he looked him directly in the eye, a stern look on his face.

Oh no, he’d seen!

But then Time gave him just a hint of a proud smile, and Wind relaxed, returning it with a smile of his own.

#incredibles au #lu four #lu wind #linked universe fanfic #writing from the floor #answers from the floor #mad navi my beloved #turns out when I’m nervous I can write more who knew #going to the urgent care in a bit to see what’s up with the spots #I haven’t been to a doctor in a while though so um #I’m nervous XD #incredibles au fic

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