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mochegato · 4 years ago

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Colossal Debts

For @maribat-secret-santa-2020. Timinette and platonic Jasonette requested.

Jason owed him big for this. Tremendously. Monumentally. Colossally big. This was Tim’s night off. His night to relax at home… with a few cold case files and maybe video games. No family, no obligations, no playing nice. Just him, alone. Not even his friends were going to be over. Just relaxation. But nooooo. Jason called and coerced him into helping him, or more specifically one of his drunken, loud-mouthed, idiot friends. Make no mistake just because he let Jason coerce him into helping, that in no way meant he wasn’t going to collect big on this. Tremendously. Monumentally. Colossally big.

He scanned the room looking for someone who looked like he would be a friend of Jason’s but didn’t see anyone who stood out as an obnoxious jerk. If Jason made him come all the way down here for no reason, Tim was going to make him take his nights for the next month. He yanked his phone out of his pocket to give him a call only to have the phone start ringing before he could get past the lock screen. Speak of the Devil… He pushed the answer button and opened his mouth to ask Jason what the hell, but Jason spoke before he could.

“Where the fuck are you?” he demanded. “You said you were going to the bar.”

“I am at the bar,” Tim hissed back. “I’m looking for your friend but I don’t see anyone that stands out. Are you sure he’s still here?”

“I said ‘her’, dumbass. And yes she’s still there. She just called me saying she was going to walk home since you weren’t there,” Jason growled back. “I swear to God, if something happened while you were fucking around…” he gave an aggrevated sigh. “Look for a woman who looks completely out of place in a seedy bar and way the fuck out of your league. Someone who seems like pure innocence and sunshine… drunk sunshine, very drunk if her friend is anything to go by. Probably pouting and sitting back down after I threatened her to get her not to leave on her own.”

Tim scanned the bar again and saw a petite woman slump into a chair at the end of the bar and drop her head on her arms dramatically. “I can’t see her face, but black hair, small?”

“Probably. Her name is Marinette. Don’t call her small to her face unless I’m there to see you do it. And Tim?” He waited a beat to make sure he had Tim’s attention. “Mistreat her in any way and I will throw parties in your townhouse every night during your entire three month stay in the ICU.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it.” Tim rolled his eyes. Jason could at least come up with a somewhat new threat. “One wrong move with your drunk girlfriend and you’ll kill me.”

“Not my girlfriend and I won’t be the one to do it. There will be a line. She’ll be at the front of it.” He hung up without further explanation.

Tim sighed and made his way over to the woman he was pretty sure was Jason’s “friend”. He sat down next to the woman close enough to make sure she knew of his presence but far enough away not to invade her personal space.

“Not even remotely interested. Thank you, next.” She mumbled into her arms, lifting one of her arms to clumsily wave him away.

Tim cocked his head to the side with an amused smile. She had an adorable French accent. “First time I’ve been turned down before the person even interacted with me.”

“Exciting day for you. Congratulations.” He was pretty sure she was slurring her words slightly but between the mumbling into her arms and her accent, it was hard to tell.

“Thank you.” He nodded to her even though she couldn’t see it. “I’m Tim.”

“Don’t care,” she singsonged in an annoyed voice.

Tim gave an amused snort. At least she was an amusing drunk. “I’m Jason’s brother. He sent me to come pick you up. I take it you’re Marinette?”

Marinette’s head popped up to take him in and she immediately regretted it, dropping her head back down with a groan. “Too fast. That was a mistake.” She kept her head buried for a few moments to let the blood settle before slowly turning her head to face him, still resting her head on her arms. Tim’s breath hitched slightly when her eyes met his. Her eyes were bright and brilliant and utterly captivating. She was looking at him with a soft smile. “So you’re Jason’s brother. Not what I was expecting. Which one are you?”

“Tim,” he repeated with a smile.

“Oh, you’re the smart one.” She nodded with a teasing smile. She raised her head slightly to see him better.

Tim scoffed. “I’m surprised he didn’t say the annoying one.”

“You’re all the annoying one.” She gave him a knowing smile, as though she was letting him in on a joke. Her face suddenly turned serious and penitent. “Thank you for picking me up. I’m sorry for whatever threat he used to get you to come. He’s always been so overprotective. I’m sorry you got caught up in it.” She smiled gratefully at him and Tim’s heart skipped a beat at the sight.

She suddenly straightened up in her seat and turned back to her empty drink in front of her, frowning at the sight. She moved the ice cubes around, searching intently for liquor she hoped it was hiding. “I’m sorry for interrupting your night.” She turned back to him with concerned eyes. “Oh! Did you have plans for tonight? Were they fun?”

“Uh, no.” He looked down sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just relaxing.”

“I’m sorry. Oh, you should get a drink! You can celebrate with me. You can’t celebrate without a drink.” She motioned wildly to get the bartender’s attention. She was suddenly very excited, her grin incredibly wide and all signs of weariness and serenity gone.

Tim stared at her for a few moments trying to figure out how to respond. “No, I’m good,” he said calmly, trying to bring her emotional levels back down. She pouted at him and gave him puppy dog eyes. Tim looked over to her drink to keep from looking her in the eyes. He needed to distract her, and himself. “What are you celebrating?”

“My company! I just officially launched my company on Monday! Isn’t that so cool? It’s so cool.” She nodded to herself. “Oh! We should have a drink to celebrate.”

“Yes, very cool. Congratulations,” he confirmed.

She narrowed her eyes at him and huffed. “I know you’re just patronaging… parrotizing… patronizing! Patronizing me, but I’ll take it anyway because you’re one of the only ones to say it. So, thank you very much.” She gave him an overly wide smile. “You should get a drink to celebrate!” She exclaimed excitedly, eyes opening wide as though she just thought of it.

Tim chuckled. “No, thank you. I’m good and we should probably cut you off too.” He handed his card to the bartender. “I’d like to close out her tab, please.”

She pouted at him, her euphoric mood suddenly plummeting along with her shoulders. “But it’s a celebration.”

“Is this man bothering you?” The bartender eyed Tim suspiciously.

“He doesn’t want to celebrate with me.” She sighed and slumped onto the bar again, resting her chin on her arms. “Nobody wants to celebrate with me. Even my friend left,” she reported morosely.

“I was sent to take her back to her home,” Tim assured the bartender.

She kept a skeptical eye on him and addressed Marinette again. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” Marinette looked up at her with a confused look. She looked over to Tim again. “Oh, right. No. Yeah. I’m fine. My brother sent him. If he tried anything, Jason would cut it off.” She returned her unfocused gaze to the bartender. Suddenly she straightened up, hands grasping the edge of the bar almost knocking over her empty glass in the process. “His hand! I meant his hand. He’d cut off his hand! Not…” she surreptitiously looked Tim up and down. She slumped back down into her seat and hid her head in her arms again. “I’m not drunk enough to finish that sentence.”

The bartender nodded with a chuckle and left to ring up the tab.

“So… brother?” Tim prompted her laughing.

“Hm,” she hummed in confirmation. “Self-proclaimed.”

“How did you two meet?”

“Bar fight. In Paris.”

“Of course you did. Did he step in to protect you in the middle of it, start it, or both?”

She scoffed at him. “I started it. Actually, legally, I didn’t start it. The guy who grabbed my ass started it. I just finished it. Jason pretended to be my brother to the cops and made sure I got home safe. We hung out a lot after that for…” she eyed him critically, “… reasons,” she finished uncertainly. “The brother title stuck.” She looked around the bar, eyes drifting from one thing to another with no apparent link. “Stupid cover. Brother,” she scoffed. “His French wasn’t that good.” She turned to Tim with a bewildered look. “And do we look alike? Even a little bit?”

She scoffed again and faced forward, moving her arms to rest them on the bar with a thump but missed the bar. The momentum threw her forward and her reflexes were just a beat too slow to stop herself from crashing into the bar. She braced herself for the impact but instead felt a soft, warm embrace halting her movement. She looked up at her savior in awe. Tim looked down at her with a soft smile. “Careful. The bar moves.”

Marinette blushed as she settled back on her seat. “Thank you,” she answered quietly, looking away from his eyes.

Tim nodded and moved back to his seat, but kept his arms around Marinette until he was certain she was stable. “So was the reason you hung out so much after that so he could cover for you in more bar fights?” Tim joked.

Marinette hummed affirmatively. “I know you’re being condensate… condescend… joking, but kind of. They seem to follow us. Or maybe it’s just fighting in general that I can’t get away from.” She frowned at the bar, remembering something that Tim desperately wanted to know more about. He didn’t like the frown on her face. He wanted to get her to smile again.

“I wasn’t trying to be condescending or patronizing. Promise. At least not towards you. Jason, yes absolutely. But not you,” he spoke with sincerity in his voice.

She stared at him wide eyed for a few moments before looking away shyly. “Okay.”

As if to accentuate her earlier point, he heard loud yelling halfway down the bar. One man stood up and started shoving another over something Tim couldn’t quite make out. Tim jumped out of his seat and reached for Marinette to get her to safety. He’d just come back later to get his card. Protecting Marinette was more important right now.

Marinette brushed his hands away inelegantly. “We’re fine here. That guy there, with the glasses? He’s going to jump in any second now. That’s going to push the fight in the other direction. Once he jumps in his friend is going to jump in too. They’re going to be fum… stum… fighting around that big table there. One of them is going to be thrown on it. Probably glasses’ friend. That’s going to get Curly, the bald one? Curly was the bald Stooge right?” Tim opened his mouth to respond but she was already moving on. “So Curly’s going to jump in, right? Once he’s in the bartender is going to pull out that bat and probably the gun she keeps under the bar and stop it, ‘cuz she likes him.” She looked around in panic. “Don’t tell anyone! That’s a secret. I think.” Deciding nobody was around to hear, she slumped back down and continued her narrative. “The fight will move away from us until the bartender ends it.”

Tim eyed her skeptically and turned to watch the bar fight unfold. His mouth dropped as it happened exactly like Marinette had predicted. He whipped his head around when he heard a loud bang next to him. “Oh my God someone stole my phone!” she whisper shouted to him, searching around frantically.

Tim looked down to the source of the noise, something hitting the floor, he sighed disbelievingly. He bent down and picked up her phone she had dropped and handed it back to her. “It’s right here.”

She looked between him and the phone a few times. “Oh my God,” she whispered out, “you stole my phone.”

Tim stared at her for a few moments and started laughing incredulously. She could predict the events of the fight, incorporating observations of multiple figures, inputting social relationships, attitudes, and physiques, but she couldn’t figure out she dropped her phone. He looked at her fondly for a moment before furrowing his brow when a thought occurred to him. “So… you were here with a friend and your friend just left you alone?” It seemed incredibly irresponsible considering her current state and honestly, Tim was a little worried about what Jason would do to the friend when he found out.

Marinette scoffed. She turned her head to give him an insulted look. “You think he’s better at taking care of me than I am?” She straightened up in her seat to her full height attempting to look more intimidating and faced her body toward him. “Even drunk, I could handle myself as well or better than him.”

Tim held up his hands in mock surrender. “No. I am not doubting your capabilities,” he tried to placate her. “I’m just saying having more than one person, especially when drinking is involved is safer.

Marinette stared at him for a few moments deciding if she thought he meant it or not before seeming to come to the conclusion he meant it. She nodded at him. “Agreed. To be fair though, he…” She raised her arm up, propped her elbow on the bar, and sloppily plopped her chin on her hand, staring at him intently. “…you have gorgeous eyes.”

Tim gaped at her and blushed, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. “Than…”

“To be fair,” she continued not letting him finish his expression of gratitude and returning her glossy stare toward the bar. “He wasn’t exactly sober either and his girlfriend was caught in that rogue attack across town and he was too worried about her to think straight. That’s probably why you’re here instead of Jason anyway.” Tim whipped his head around to see who was close enough to hear her, but almost the entirety of the bar was focused on the remains of the fight. There was nobody close by, but she was drunk enough to suddenly start announcing things loudly enough for everyone in the bar to hear. He really, really needed to get her out of there but they were still waiting on his card and the receipt.

Marinette suddenly furrowed her brow and looked down at the bar top. “Oh. I don’t think I was supposed to say that.”

He tried to fix her with a stern look but it came out softer than he intended. “What did you mean by that?”

Her face quickly morphed to a blank expression when she faced him again. She blinked a few times. “By what? I don’t know what I said. I don’t know anything, not a thing. Mind completely empty.” She tried to tap her temple to indicate where her brain should be, in case Tim needed the visual reminder, but flinched back when she accidentally poked herself in the eye instead. She scrunched her eyes shut and turned toward the bar again. “And filter completely missing,” she tried to mutter under her breath, but instead said it just as loudly.

Tim stared at her for a few moments uncertain how he felt about her clearly knowing their secret, or at least Jason’s and having the will but clearly not the ability to keep quiet about it. He burst out laughing, deciding giving into the absurdity of the situation was the best response. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?” He nodded to the bartender who just returned his card after dealing with the fighters.

“I know,” she announced in an exasperated voice and throwing her arms out to the side. “You would think I’d be better by now. You should hear… I really like your smile, too.” She smiled sweetly at him.

Tim smiled self-consciously. “I like yours too.”

She beamed back at him and turned back to the bar. “… hear some of the excuses I’ve come up with.” She turned to Tim with a desperate look on her face. “I once said I had to water my hamster. I don’t even have a hamster.” She looked back to the bar again and slumped back into her seat. Her face turned sad. “I want a hamster.”

She waved her arms wildly as a thought occurred to her. “Wait!” She looked at him with panic in her eyes. “If Jason’s your brother and my brother… does that make you my brother too?”

Tim stared at her for a second. “No. Not even remotely.”

“Are you sure? Transitive properties and all.” She looked at him uncertain.

“I am absolutely positive. In no way could you be considered my sister,” he promised.

She sighed in relief, relaxing back into her seat with a contented smile. “Okay, good. You should get a hamster.”

“I think it’s time to get you home,” he said shaking his head and getting up. He reached out to help her up and support her.

She looked over at him stricken. “Oh no, I made you uncomfortable! Do you have a pho… phoban?” she scrunched up her face in concentration. “Phobia!” she announced proudly. Before leaning into Tim. “Do you have a fear of hamsters? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have brought them up. It’s okay, you don’t need to get one.”

Tim fought the smile that wanted to appear on his lips at her concern. “No,” he assured her.

“Oh.” She looked down trying to come up with another reason for his sudden decision to leave. “Did I make you mad because you hate hamsters?” She asked in a very serious tone like that was the most rational next explanation.

He didn’t even fight the smile and chuckle this time as he wrapped his arm around her waist to help her toward the exit. “No. I have no opinions on hamsters at all.”

“Well that’s just sad,” she dismissed him and curled into his side, allowing him to guide her outside. After a few steps she stopped and stood up straight. “I annoyed you!” she moaned ruefully.

“No.” He ran his hands up and down her arms to calm her and get assure her he was not upset. His breath hitched when she turned her watery, shining blue eyes to his, pausing his hands as he got lost in her gaze. He shook his head to focus back on the task at hand, not hitting on the beautiful, sweet, funny, interesting, drunken friend of Jason. “It’s just getting late and I think you could use some sleep,” he said gently.

“Oh… okay,” she answered slightly dazed from his gaze as well. Her gaze shifted to take in his face. “You’re very handsome. You have great hair too. Does it naturally do that?” She reached up to touch his hair, but jerked her hand back so violently she would have fallen over if Tim wasn’t supporting her weight. “I am so sorry. That was not okay. I forgot you’re just here because Jason asked you. I don’t know you and I can’t just touch you without your permission.”

Tim looked down pointedly at his arm around her waist but she completely missed the look. She groaned and hid her head in her hands. Tim tightened his grip around her waist and continued leading her to his car. “It’s okay. I’m glad I came down and met you. And, if I was offended I would have tried to move away instead of leaning into it. You can touch my hair if you want,” he assured her. “And anything else,” he muttered under his breath.

She looked up at him with a cute look of wide eyed confusion. “What?”

“What?” he answered back just as innocently. “Um… So… You and Jason are close?” He asked carefully trying to distract her while he opened his car door for her.

She hummed noncommittally. “As close as Jason lets anyone get. He’s like the big brother I never wanted. I think I was adopted against my will.”

“Oh?” He prompted as he closed the door. He needed her to stay awake so he knew where to take her. And it had the added benefit of allowing him to get to know her a bit better… and possibly blackmail on Jason.

She hummed again when he got in on the driver’s side. He watched her fumble with the seat belt as she spoke. “Something about the dead heroes club?”

He froze. He snapped his eyes to hers. “You were a hero?”

Her eyes bugged out and snapped up to his. “Noooo, what?” She looked back down at the belt latch, trying a few more times to get it to click. She huffed after a few more tries. “Reverse polarization.”

“What?” Tim asked her trying to figure out where the hell that had come from.

“Reverse polarization. That must be it. The… the square part is repelling the other square part. That’s why I can’t get it to work.” She nodded to herself. “Reverse polarization. They don’t want to be together.” She paused for a moment. “If that isn’t some kind of symbolism… I don’t know what for, but something.”

Tim gave an amused smile and pushed the latch into the buckle. Marinette gasped and looked at him in awe. “How did you stop the polarization?”

“Magic,” Tim answered looking away, fully realizing there would be no way to explain the lack of magnets involved.

Marinette gasped. “You’re magic too?” She stared at him excitedly for a few moments before her face scrunched up again. “You guys aren’t magic. Batman doesn’t like magic. You lied.”

Tim stared at her, thinking very carefully about his next words and running through all the things she just revealed. First, she knew he was a bat. Second, she knew Batman didn’t like magic. Third, she said ‘too’. So either she knew someone who was magic or she was magic. Fourth, she had taken him seriously and thought he was lying to her. He decided the last one was the immediate issue. The rest could be dealt with when she woke up in the morning. Or when he could corner Jason. “Sorry, it was a joke. I didn’t think you would take me seriously. I’m sorry for misleading you. It was not my intention,” he promised solemnly.

Marinette studied him and cocked her head to the side and finally nodded. “Okay. I don’t like liars. Even though I am one, but I don’t like it.”

“So why do you?”

“Have to,” she shrugged.

“Because you’re a hero, like Jason?” he prompted again.

“Hero’s not the right word.” She shook her head jerkily. “You don’t have heroes.”

Vigilante,” he suggested.

“Yes!” She looked excitedly at him then realized their conversation. “Nooooo.” She looked straight out the windshield. Tim focused on the road as well and pulled out into traffic. “I was never a vigilante,” she continued absentmindedly.

“Were you a hero?” he asked again. “A hero that died and came back?”

“Hm? What?” She raised her eyebrows at him as though seeking clarification. “I’m sorry my English isn’t very…” she screwed up her eyes to think, “… well.” She nodded proudly at herself.

Tim scoffed at her. “Your English is excellent. You have to focus to mess it up.”

“Aww, thank you!” she beamed at his praise. “I haven’t been speaking it very long.”

He opened his mouth to press the subject but decided that wouldn’t be fair to her. He wouldn’t want someone to take advantage of him if he were in a weakened state. He wouldn’t do it to her. “Where do you live?”

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the door’s glass. She rambled off her address. Tim chuckled lightly. “I meant here… in Gotham. Not France.”

Marinette’s eyes flew open. “Oh! Um.” She frowned to think about it. They hadn’t been living there very long and she remembered more by sight than by actual address. “6th street. No 7th. 8th? 9th. Definitely 9th. Sorry,” she smiled sheepishly at him and closed her eyes again. “No!” she jumped forward, “27th!” She looked away and frowned. “No, that’s not right either.”

Tim sighed and tried not to smile at the cute faces she was making. He decided this was absolutely fruitless. The only solution would be to call Jason. He picked up on the fourth ring with an annoyed voice. “No, you can’t date her.”

“That was not the question. And also, fuck you. Where does your girl live?”

“She’s not mine and why don’t you ask her?” After a beat, he amended himself. “Actually, she is. She’s mine. You can’t date her.”

Tim scoffed at him. “She already said you adopted her like a little sister. B rub off on you, Jay?” He smirked as he drove knowing exactly the face and gestures Jason was making to that. Before he could respond, Tim continued, “She doesn’t remember her address.” He looked over to her. Her head was resting on the glass again and her eyes were closed. Her breathing was even and her mouth hung open slightly. “And I’m pretty sure she just fell asleep. I can link to the batcomputer and look it up, I guess.”

“NO! I don’t want B to know about her yet.”

“Why,” Tim asked suspiciously, the previous conversation about magic popping into his mind. It could be just Jason being Jason and wanting to keep everyone at arm’s length or it could mean something was going on with this woman and he didn’t want Bruce to act on it.

“Because it’s B. I want her off his radar as long as possible.”

“That tells me exactly nothing.” He rolled his eyes. “Is she dangerous?”

“Only if you try to grab her ass or try to hurt someone. I just don’t want Bat dad getting his hands on her,” he explained, his growing annoyance clear in his voice.

“So, she is a hero, a magical one.” Tim nodded at the confirmation.

“No…” Jason answered tentatively. “… It’s complicated. And I’m not going to explain it. Just… take her to your place for tonight.”

“Why my place?”

“She needs some place to crash. She’s a good person. And you want to hook up with her despite me telling you to back off.”

Tim nodded his head to the side in acknowledgement. He wasn’t wrong. And if she slept at his place tonight he could keep an eye on her to make sure she was okay and maybe talk to her in the morning. “Fine. I’ll take her to my place.”

“And Tim?”

“Yes?”

“You sleep on the couch.”

“You know I have a guest room, right? A few, in fact.”

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The next morning came earlier than Tim was prepared for. He really wanted to stay in bed for a few more hours, but he was afraid of Marinette waking up in a strange bed and freaking out with nobody there to answer questions. He dragged himself out of the guest bed and started making coffee for them. He would have started breakfast for them, but he didn’t know how long she would be sleeping and he couldn’t cook. He just decided he could order some food to be delivered when he heard shuffling from the kitchen entrance.

He looked up to see Marinette in the doorway, nervously rubbing her arms, an anxious smile on her face. She looked absolutely beautiful despite being a bit rumpled and disheveled. “Hi,” she waved awkwardly.

Tim gave her a disarming smile. “Hi.”

She looked around uncertainly. “Um… if you don’t mind me asking… Where am I?” The apprehension was clear in her voice.

Tim smiled calmly, trying to reassure her that she was safe. “You’re in my townhouse.”

“Right, right. Cool. Cool.” She shifted nervously. “And we didn’t?” She motioned vaguely between them.

Tim’s smile widened at her expression. “No. I slept in the spare room.”

“Oh thank god.” She let out a relieved breath. “I didn’t think we did considering I’m still dressed but… Oh, no offense to you. I just…”

“Weren’t yourself or able to make responsible decisions last night?” He asked with an amused glint in his eyes and a smirk. He motioned to a chair at the counter.

“Yes.” She sighed out, grateful for his understanding. She suddenly straightened unnaturally stiff and studied him apprehensively for a few moments. “You say that like you know I wasn’t making responsible decisions last night. Tell me I didn’t do anything I should regret or be embarrassed about last night, please.”

“Other than saying you wanted to jump me and get married and have babies in a house filled with hamsters?” he offered innocently.

“OH MY GOD!” Her face turned bright red faster than she could bury it in her hands to hide it.

His laughter boomed out of him. “I’m kidding. I’m totally kidding.” He only laughed louder when she gave him an absolutely adorable pout.

“That was not funny. You’re mean.” She sat down in the offered chair with a huff. “Stop being mean to the hungover urchin you housed for the night.”

His laughter calmed quickly and he had the decency to look guilty. “I’m sorry. You’re right. That was mean. You were perfectly polite and sweet all night. You didn’t do anything embarrassing at all. The only thing I would be embarrassed about in the morning was telling me my eyes were pretty and I was handsome. Which isn’t even embarrassing, I’m just easily embarrassed. It was very nice to hear though.”

The rosy color returned to her cheeks as she studied his eyes searching them to see if he was telling the truth this time. She must have found that he was because she looked down and nodded. “Yeah, drunk me is very honest.” Tim blushed slightly at her admission. “I swear I’m not usually like that. My friend and I were just celebrating and things spiraled.”

Tim nodded in understanding. “Congratulations again, in case you don’t remember me saying it last night. You never said what kind of company it is.”

“Thank you.” She gave him a grateful smile. “It’s a fashion company. I’m a designer. I’m really excited to finally have a store front up and running.” She looked around his townhouse, really looking at it for the first time. “Um… no offense. Who are you?

Tim chuckled. “And drunk you has no memory retention.”

“I am so sorry,” she moaned into her hands.

He chuckled. “Don’t be. I don’t drink often but when I do, I’m pretty much the same, and significantly less cute in the process.” Marinette blushed and looked down to try unsuccessfully to hide it. “I’m Tim. I’m Jason’s brother. He asked me to pick you up last night since he was helping with the rogue attack.”

“He was?” She looked at him, the picture of innocent confusion.

“Oh, sober you is much better at acting dumb than drunk you.” Tim commented with a shake of his head and handed her a cup of coffee. “I’m impressed. I would have believed that if I didn’t know better.”

Her eyes widened at him. “What did…”

“Just that you knew Jason was a vigilante. Is there more?” he asked with a teasing smile.

She opened her mouth to deny it before she thought better of it and narrowed her eyes at him playfully. “You were going to be nice to the hungover urchin. I’m too hungover for mind games.”

“I actually never said that. But I’m willing to make it up to you.” He offered her a charming smile and leaned across the counter toward her. “Want to go get breakfast? My treat. We can talk and get to know each other… if you want.”

Marinette beamed at him, “I would love to.” She suddenly got a mischievous glint in her eye. “How pissed do you think it will make Jason?” Tim hummed noncommittally. Honestly he wasn’t sure. Jason seemed surprisingly okay with Tim bringing her to his house, but Jason was also extremely overprotective of the people he cared about so…

She leaned forward conspiratorially with a devious grin. “We should take a picture that makes it look like more is going on and send it to him.” Tim raised his eyebrows in surprise. Did she just… “Actually, maybe not.” She waved away the idea and leaned back in her chair again. “You’d be the one that would have to deal with the aftermath of that. That wouldn’t be fair and Jason can be an absolute asshole when he’s being protective.”

“Jason would hate it. Let’s do it.” Tim’s expression morphed to match her previous grin.

Marinette’s face brightened with excitement. “Really?”

Tim nodded, “I am always up for messing with my brothers.”

Marinette looked away shyly. “Okay, well, I was thinking you could take a picture of me kissing your cheek and send it to him? If you’re okay with me doing that.”

“I am absolutely okay with you kissing me,” Tim nodded, pulling out his phone. His cheeks colored quickly when he realized what he said. “I mean…”

“Ready?” she interrupted, the slight blush on her cheeks the only indication that she had heard him.

He nodded mutely and positioned the phone to take the picture. He nearly dropped the phone when he felt her soft lips brush against his cheek. It took a moment for him to remember he was supposed to be taking a picture of the kiss, not just enjoying it. Too quickly, she pulled away, looking at him with expectant eyes. “Did we get it? How does it look?”

He stared at her dumbly for a few seconds, still recovering from the kiss. “Um, right,” he turned to view the picture. “You look gorgeous. It! It looks gorgeous. I’ll just… I’ll send it to Jason.” His fingers fumbled through the screens to send the picture. Would she mind if he set it as his screensaver? It wasn’t creepy if the picture was her idea, right?

“And… could you send it to me too?” she asked timidly.

He looked up at her in surprise and quickly gave her a happy grin. “How about you take one with your phone. Maybe I can kiss your cheek this time.”

Marinette’s cheeks turned bright pink. She bit her lower lip and nodded at him. Tim grinned as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek. Maybe he owed Jason instead. Tremendously. Monumentally. Colossally big.

#maribat #maribat secret santa #timari #timinette #platonic jasonette

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stupid-stew · 4 years ago

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two vent fics in as many days? me? nooooo.

the answer is actually yes. i am in crisis all of the time. here take a gender one because why the heck not it's 4:30 am and i have nothing to lose. luz, toady you are me. there is also a little bit of parent eda because what do you take me for? a fool? (Pronouns? AO3 link if that floats ur boat)

Luz Noceda had a lot of problems.

Sure, she was stuck in a hell dimension with no way home in sight, where her best chance of surviving was reliant on her having magic, of which she had none, and was separated from her mom, and was currently blaming herself for her surrogate mom having lost her magic, but that wasn’t the point right now.

Right now, Luz was focused on herself. That’s usually how these nights ended up, with her so lost in thought that she circled back to the root of the problem, she didn’t know who she was.

That wasn’t entirely true, she was Luz Noceda, average teen, lover of Azura, daughter of Camila, professional witch in training, student at Hexside School of Magic and Demonics, foe to an unlucky few, friend to most, the girl who had managed to outsmart the emperor and get herself stuck so far from home she might as well just give up now. Luz knew what she was, she was what other people knew her for, but who was she? Anyone’s guess, suggestions much appreciated.

She had grown up in an environment that exposed her to many different people, the internet. Yeah, maybe she had seen a lot of stuff way before she should have, but she also had the whole world at her fingertips, many types of people and experiences just on the other side of her screen, and it had led to some amazing things. Her mom had also been a big help, allowing Luz to question and experiment any which way she pleased, as long as she was happy and safe. That had helped Luz figure out who she liked, she was comfortable telling her mom she liked girls confidently at the ripe age of 10, Camila had of course been nothing but accepting.

That was easy enough, right? She knew exactly what she was, who she liked, hell she could figure out most people just by looking at them, so why couldn’t she figure out herself?

And that was where Luz was at, laying on the floor in her makeshift bedroom in the owl house, once again wondering what in the hell was a gender.

Luz was no stranger to this internal battle, it sort of came with the whole territory of figuring out your sexuality, but for the life of her she didn’t even know where to start.

Ok, she thought to herself, let’s start from the top. I don’t know where the top is. What is the easiest way to go about this. Most people start with pronouns, maybe that’s a good place to start? Luz let out a groan, this was going nowhere. Back on track. she/her. Simple enough, good solid pronouns. That’s what most people have called me forever. I'm comfortable with it, other people are comfortable with it, no, what other people think doesn’t matter, this is about me. Focus, Luz. Ok, she/her, fine. Though not always, doesn’t always feel right, how can words feel right or wrong that doesn’t even make sense. Whatever, most of the time she/her equals a girl.

Luz shivered at that, girl, the word had never felt right to her, something about it was gross in her mind. She had always hated being referred to as girl or daughter, but never had the guts to speak up about it in the moment. Luz chuckled to herself, and look where we are now. she/her moved to the maybe pile for now.

Next on the list was he/him. Luz smiled at that. Being a somewhat androgynous child for most of her life with short hair, being called her mother’s son at the grocery store was a fairly common occurrence. She recalled one time she was out with a couple of friends and some sweet old lady had said to them “you ladies have a nice day.” and then looked at Luz and added “oh, my bad, and gentleman.” Luz had to leave the store at that, her friends had assumed she was upset that the lady had called her a gentleman, but that wasn’t the case. She was more upset about having been singled out than anything, in fact she hadn’t at all minded being called a gentleman. It didn’t feel completely right, but it didn’t feel completely wrong either.

Ok, so pronouns, this is Luz, he is my apprentice. Eh, feels about the same as she. That’s so lame I was hoping there would be some sort of difference. The only discomfort is that i’m used to she, god my head hurts just thinking about this. Luz rolled over to her other side and covered her head with her sleeping bag. How can I feel literally the same about the two, I haven’t even left the binary, there’s only two options, one should be right, the other should be wrong. This is the same idea as answering an either or question and both options are the same but both are neither right nor wrong. It doesn’t even make sense. If the binary isn’t going to give me my answers then I need to step it up.

They/Them was dangerous territory for Luz and she knew it. This wasn’t her first time around the block, she knew that she loved they/them pronouns for herself. “This is Luz, they’re my apprentice.” God it just felt so right. She could never figure out why, much less bring herself to even try, which was probably how she kept landing herself in this situation. Laying up at night, staring at the ceiling, running pronouns, of all things, through her head over and over. It probably would have been easier if she had someone to tell her how gender was supposed to feel. What it was supposed to identify, what it was supposed to offer for her identity, but alas. It had been easier with her sexuality, she knew from the moment someone had told her that liking girls was even an option that was who she was. She was confident in that, it was simple enough. So why was this still so hard?

Luz took her head out from under her sleeping bag and rubbed the heel of her palms over her eyes. I know I like they/them pronouns, they’re my favorite, they feel so correct, huh go figure I finally got my answer, words can feel right. Still not sure how… anyways, what the hell do I do about it? Ask people to just change the way they refer to me? That’s absurd. Luz knew it wasn’t absurd. Not in the slightest. She knew she had done it for plenty of people before, people she had known for years. It wasn’t hard, it was actually pretty easy and she was glad to switch around how she referred to them no matter how many times they asked. So why can’t I just do the same. Most people see me as a boy or a girl, it’s fine, it’s ok, well at the very least I can deal with it. What are they supposed to do? Just not?

Luz sprawled out on her back and shut her eyes as tight as she could. She knew she had met plenty of people who were non binary, and somehow she had been able to erase the idea of them being either a boy or a girl out of her head almost completely. It’s just how it had worked, was it because she didn’t really see herself in that way either? Maybe I’m just making it up. Maybe it’s all in my head and I’m stopping myself from causing a lot of problems, what if I’m wrong, what if I make a mistake and have to ask people to change around again? I barely figured out what pronouns I prefer, ok well I’ve known for a while, but I still don’t have a label. Non binary? Maybe? I wish I knew what gender was supposed to feel like. She placed her hands behind her head and sighed. If you asked me what gender felt like to me I either wouldn’t have an answer and would start crying or would just scream shrilly at you for a few minutes. Pronouns don’t equal gender but what are either of those. If I use they/them pronouns do I have to identify as non binary? I don’t even like labeling my sexuality and I know what that is. God, I haven’t even scratched the surface of how I present mysel-

Her thoughts were muted by a knock at her door.

“Luz I know you’re awake.”

It was Eda, of course it was. Who else would be awake at this hour and hear her singular sigh from the hallway?

Luz pushed herself up from off the ground and slowly opened the door.

“Can’t sleep?” Eda asked.

Luz just shook her head. She didn’t have the energy for words at the moment.

Eda sighed and stretched out her arm to reach behind her head and pull out a clock from her hair. “Me neither, looks like it’s too late for either of us to be awake. Want some tea?”

Luz nodded and followed Eda down the creaky stairs and to the kitchen. Eda immediately found a kettle and started filling it with water to boil while Luz took a seat at the counter. They sat with just the sound of the running tap for a few uncomfortable seconds before Eda asked the question Luz had been dreading.

“What’s keeping you up?”

Shoot. Can I talk to her about this? It’s Eda, she doesn’t care, does she? Nobody here seems to mind anything, cool non binary witches. That’s so rad. I don’t want to bother her, what if she doesn’t understand, so I have the energy to explain? How would I even go about dropping this if it goes south?

“Hellooooo? Isles to Luz?”

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Eda waving her hands in her face, she looked… worried? Oh, I haven’t answered her question.

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing.”

Eda didn’t believe her for a minute.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

Luz just sort of turned her head away and shrugged. Eda knew she couldn’t pry it out of the kid. Instead, she just decided to finish making the tea. The two of them sat in silence while the tea bags steeped, which gave Luz a moment back to herself to question her next move.

Eda handed Luz the steaming mug. “You can talk about it if you want. I’ll listen.”

“I don’t know how to do this.”

Eda grinned. They were getting somewhere, whatever was keeping the kid awake this late at night was reaching the surface.

“Just go for it, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Sooo many things Eda.

Luz decided to just start out simple. “Do you know what pronouns are?”

Eda nodded. Ok, good.

“Ok, what are your pronouns?”

Eda was taken aback by this a little, nobody had asked her that in years. What was the kid dealing with? “Well, I use she/her pronouns, but I’ve never really felt attached to any of them, so whatever works just works I guess. Same for King, I don’t really think he cares much as long as you’re referring to him as royalty.” Eda snorted with laughter.

Luz was kind of in shock. Does she feel the same way I do? How did she pick? “How did you know?” the words just kind of fell out of her mouth in a mess.

“Know what?”

Eda looked at her with confusion.

“What pronouns you use?”

“I don’t know, here nobody really cared that much, why should I?”

Then Eda remembered.

“Ooooh yeah you humans use them for that whole gender identity thing. We kind of have that here but it’s not as big of a deal, you guys have all those labels, yeah?”

Luz swallowed deeply and nodded.

“Is that what’s keeping you up?”

Another nod.

“Do you wanna talk at me? I know you do better with your words than your mind, I can do the dishes while you talk if you don’t want my focus.”

Luz was now completely dumbfounded. In the last two minutes, Eda had told her that not only was gender a human thing, but that she was willing to let Luz process it the way that she needed, how had she known? Wait…. Just how similar are Eda and I? Luz couldn’t help but wonder.

Luz nodded and Eda got up without a word and headed straight for the sink.

“I don’t know. Back in the human world, people have a lot of words that they use to describe their genders. I don’t understand any of them, I know their definitions, but I don’t know how to relate to them.”

Luz paused and Eda gave her a gentle hum of interest as a signal to continue.

“They’ve just never made sense to me, I don’t know why and I don’t know how but it’s incredibly frustrating. I gave up on trying to get it and moved on to the things that I do get, which is limited to pronouns. You’ve got the binary pronouns like she and he, usually those fit the words girl and boy, not always, sometimes people use more than one set of pronouns, but the thing is I can’t pick. They feel the exact same to me. There are other ones, the most common being they/them, and I really like those, Eda I really really like them.”

Eda smiled at her, glad to see Luz’s face lighting up.

“But I don’t know. I don’t know if I should use one set, multiple. It’s really bothering that so many people back home understand, they just seem so sure of themselves, they know who they are, they know that they’re a boy or a girl or neither or even both, there’s even more genders to be a combination of, but I can’t. I think there has to be something wrong with me because I know it shouldn’t be this hard but it is, it’s always on my mind, and I can’t stop it or make it make sense. I haven’t even begun to entertain the idea of asking people to change the pronouns they use for me because I can’t tell myself what label even goes with what, and I feel stupid.”

Eda stopped what she was doing.

“You aren’t stupd Luz.”

“How can you say that when I don’t even know who I am, I can’t even figure out what words I want people to use when they refer to me.” Luz sounded exhausted.

Eda turned around and looked her in the face, dead serious. “You aren’t stupid, you just don’t know who you are,” she dried her hands on a towel and sat down across from Luz. “and that’s ok. I know it’s maddening not knowing, but you’re allowed to feel that way, if you don’t have all the answers, what’s gonna happen? Are you gonna die?”

Luz rolled her eyes “sometimes it really does feel like it.”

Eda stood up. “Well we can’t have that, no dead apprentices. You seem to have been thinking about this for a long time, you just need a little bit of a push. Pick some new pronouns.”

Luz stared at her, “what?”

“You can’t figure out how the feeling works, or if there even is one, that’s ok. But, you know that there are some words that fit better than others. You might not be able to tell me why, but you know what they are. What are they?”

Luz didn’t know what to do, she hadn’t prepared herself for this. She was ready for Eda not knowing what was going on, not this. She’s right, time to rip off the bandaid.

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do.”

There really is no getting out of this one.

“I don’t know, I guess they/them feels ok? Better than the others?”

“And so it shall be.” Eda stated matter-of-factly.

Luz shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “but I don’t know, I’m really used to she/her, they don’t fit quite right but they’ve never really felt wrong enough to get rid of completely.”

Eda shrugged, “you don’t have to. You can use both if you want.”

Luz wasn’t sure, she knew Eda was right, but she couldn’t help but recall the time someone had told her that adding they/them to your pronouns was performative and accomplished nothing. Screw them.

“Ok.” It was simple, but it’s all she had.

“Anything else I should know?”

Luz took a deep breath, she was in this far, might as well keep it up.

“It really bothers me when I get referred to as a girl, I know that I don’t know what labels go where, but I know that one is wrong.”

“Good to know.”

This was going way better than Luz expected, but now all her thoughts were out and she had a little bit of a resolution, she was finally starting to feel how late it was. She yawned, “I think I’m done for the night.”

Eda put on a mock offended look, “But you didn’t even touch your tea? I worked so hard on that for you!”

Luz gave her a weak smile. “It was never about the tea, was it, you just wanted me to talk.”

Eda reached out and ruffled Luz’s hair, “It worked, huh?”

“Yeah I guess it did.”

“Good.”

They emptied their cups into the now pristine sink and went back up the stairs.

“Thanks Eda.”

“Don’t mention it.”

#the owl house #luz noceda #pronouns #fanfic #eda clawthorne

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buckysbest · 5 years ago

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CHAPTER FOUR: EASIER PAIRING: ex!Bucky barnes x reader Warnings: swearing, drinking (a lotttt) , smooching Series Summary: Bucky realizes one can only run from their problems for so long before they must returns home but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to be there when he did. Word Count: 1.7k A/N: this series is based off the album “calm” by 5sos. if you want to follow along in the album, listen to Easier while reading this!

series masterlist // masterlist

Immediately after the meeting ended, you slipped out of the conference room and headed toward the front to check in with Max. There was no need for another disruption to your day and at this point, avoiding him was the foremost thought in your mind.

Nat looped her arm through yours as you rounded the last turn into the lobby. “How is this the first time I’m seeing you in like… a month or something?”

“Hello to you too Natty” you chuckled, finding a seat on one of the many sofas lining the walls. “Wanna accompany me to my next appointment? I’m just waiting for Max to pull the car around” you wiggled your eyebrows prompting the return of your chuckle and pulling one out of Nat.

“Sergeant Barnes? Oh… you mean Bucky” The short brunette at security caught the attention of both you and Nat with her remark as you both turned your head toward the comment, almost in sync. “Yeah, no it's ok, he’ll know who it is!”

“No, Ma’m, I need your name for security clearance”

The woman gently smacked her forehead,”oh yeah! Duh! Camila Monroe!” Nat and I both made eye contact before returning to our suspicious stare-down of the intruder. “Bucky!” She threw her arms in the air and a shriek filled the open chamber that was the lobby as she jumped into the arms of a very unsuspecting Bucky.

He caught her just in time and his large arms embraced the girl, “Camila?”

“Yeah silly goose! I wanted to surprise you!” she exclaimed, placing a steamy kiss on his lips. Knowing his hatred of PDA, your jaw to drop slightly at the length of their little interaction. Steve interrupted the two, clearing his throat and beginning the introduction process.

Nat pulled your shoulder closer to you and whispered into your ear, “who the fuck is Camilla?”

“Beats me nat…” you sighed, excusing yourself and making a beeline for the exit, hiding your escape under the distraction that called herself Camilla. You reminded yourself that you only needed to endure this for the week before you were back to your tiny apartment in the city. The kiss played in your mind like an excruciating highlight reel making your nail appointment feel years long. Despite your heart crumbling, you were never one to let down appearances so you sat through your nail fill with a dull smile on your face the entire time. Determined to hide out the rest of the day in your room, you left your nail tech an extra $200 tip for her silence and access to the back door. Your nail appointment ended about 20 minutes early so you could at least get a head start. Your tight dress clung to the brick wall of the salon as you ordered an Uber under the alias Nat had helped you create when you first got to know her. After it dropped you off at the compound, you used the west wing exit and snuck through the training compound, eventually ending on Nat’s balcony, directly next to yours. Your legs pushed off the edge of her balcony and came down rather gracefully on the landing of your concrete terrace. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you texted tony.

Y/N: Look tony, I need a break. This schedule I was given... It’s not happening today so call off your goons. If I see another one today, I will cause more damage than Steve his first night on Asgardian Liquor

Desperate for some reprieve from the day, you resorted to the books that lined your walls. Re-reads mostly but you never really minded that. By the time it reached midnight, you figured it was safe to exit and grab a snack. Gently opening the door, your bare feet pattered into the kitchen. Opening the freezer, you reached for your secret stash of ice cream only to realize it was completely gone. To be fair, it probably would have been gross after sitting in there for over a year. Opening the fridge, you were only met with further disappointment and it had never been more clear you lived with superheros. Green vegetables and other health conscious foods lined the shelves. It wasn't like you could cry over your ex while eating a head of freakin’ lettuce. You let out a groan and closed the door, abandoning your mission to find anything sweet in the kitchen and settling for a cup of water to take back to your room.

The next morning came and you awoke groggy from the lack of sleep to the loud knock that pounded on your door.

“Miss.Y/N, do you know what time it is?!” Max exclaimed, a panicked look holding claim to his face.

Your arm lazily came up to shield your eyes from the bright lights of the hallway as you quipped back, “No, Mr. Max, I do not know what time it is,”

“It's nearly 1! The banquet starts in 4 hours and you haven't even started getting ready! I’ve never seen you oversleep like this!”

You quietly groaned as 12 or so people invaded your room holding makeup, dresses, shoes, and hair supplies. “You’ll have to forgive me max, it's been a rough weekend,” you grumbled under your breath.

Almost instantly, you were swept away and worked on vigorously until almost 5pm on the dot. Your was makeup done to absolute perfection and your hair matched in both flawlessness and elegance. The yellow dress fit you a little too snuggly for your liking but its beautiful floral designs captivated your senses, distracting you from the corset that sucked the wind from your lungs. Yellow pumps adorned your feet with matching polish on each toe. You looked put together, key word being looked.

Insisting on escorting yourself to the ballroom, you snuck in the back door attempting to blend in with your surroundings. This plan was foiled almost instantly.

“Damn girl! You look good!” Sam exclaimed, gathering the attention of those around him. Heads swung around toward you and suddenly you were battling the compliments of Nat, Steve, Bruce, and Tony. Wanda was quick to grab your arm and pull you away, saving you momentarily.

“Where are you taking me?”

You laughed, as her plan became more clear. She plopped you down at the open bar and took her seat next to you. Swinging around to the handsome barkeep she gathered his attention, “Can we get some shots please and thank you!”

“Wanda, you know I don’t do shots.”

This time it was Steve's voice that caught your attention and rang over the noise “Bucky!!! Nice for you to join us!”

You peered over your shoulder to see him clad in a fitting suit and tie sporting the brunette, who was practically glued to him, on his side. Her perfectly curled hair hung over her bare shoulders, leading to a dress that must have been designed by the gods themselves. She looked stunning and her smile was far brighter than yours.

“I’ll take a fucking shot” you groaned.

“’Atta girl” Wanda complimented. After a shot or two, Vision grabbed Wanda to introduce her with some important head of the company or CEO or something, leaving you to the mercy of strangers who bought you drink after drink, pitying you and the downward spiral that was quickly engulfing you.

This vicious cycle was only broken when a familiar voice sounded from behind you, “Can I have whatever whiskey you are serving, please?”

Your head slouched in your hand and you had a childish mope on your face as you struggled to place the voice and control yourself long enough to leave on the high barstool that you found yourself stuck on.

“Y/N?”

Sliding off your chair slightly, you mumbled a quiet uh-huh.

“Are you here with someone?”

You sadly shook your head, taking another sip from your drink before the man grabbed the drink from your hand.

“Love, don’t drink that..”

His hand grasped your arm gently, steadying you and offering to walk you back to your room. All you could do was nod so he lightly lifted you from your chair and led to the elevator, only releasing you when he placed you on your bed and leaned down to take off your shoes. As your eyes met his for the first time, you sobered up slightly when you realized who had escorted you up to your room.

“Woah, W-woah, D-don’t touch me” you slurred, pushing Bucky back slightly with your foot.

“Y/N, please. You’re clearly not ok, let me he-”

You leaned down and pulled his hand off of you, crawling back toward the safety of your bed..

“Y-yeah Bucky! I’m not ok! I’m stuck in this s-stinking city at this dumb party with these d-dumb people all because I got dragged back to this stupid compound which made everything freakin hurt because as soon as I enter those fucking doors, I see the life we could have had if you loved me half as much as I loved you! But nooooo, Barnes couldn't commit! Couldn’t say he fucking loved me and instead opted to leave me, on my ass, and move to a different fucking country! Now I have to look your stupid face every day! So yeah, I’m not ok! Every time I look at your stupid face I cant fucking breathe because I love you so much that I hate you. And to top it off, you completely blindsided me with, the girl you have, uhh C-Camilla or whatever her name is, and she is by your side constantly. Then you come into the party and I cant even stay mad at you because you look so fucking good.” Your sudden confession brought tears to your eyes. You pulled off your other heel and stood in front of him, whispering,“Can you just tell me what she has that I didn't?”

His hand reached up to rub his neck as his line of sight stayed on the ground. “Y/N, it wasn't like that..”

You threw your arms in the air and rolled your eyes before crossing your arms.“Then what was it James? Cause I can't seem to piece it together”

“I-I don’t know Y/-”

“What was it?!” you screamed, the tears you previously held back now freely streaming down your face.

“It was easier to go! Ok?!” he yelled back, causing you to jump slightly. “It was easier for me to run from you! I loved you so much that I couldn't fucking take it! Camilla means nothing to me! I can play her game as long as I fucking want because I don’t care about the risk! I couldn't risk you breaking my heart because if you did I would have NEVER recovered fr-”

He was interrupted when you threw your arms around his neck and slammed your lips into his.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #ex!au #ex!bucky barnes au #ex!bucky barnes #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel series #buckysbest calm

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spiderlovefics · 5 years ago

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Tired Spider

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Female Reader

Word count: 2K+

Warnings: Small amount of swears, other than that, just a very tired Gwen.

Summary: Gwen was out very late patroling that she didn’t even notice that it was the next day already. Instead of skipping school that day to gain well-deserved rest. She forces herself awake because she wants to see her secret crush.

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A yawn had escaped Gwen’s lips as she stared upon the radiating city lights below her. Feeling the cool breeze brush through her hair.

Without realizing it, she had been out for almost the whole night. Classes were in a couple of hours and band practice was right after school today.

"Fuck….Guess a quick nap is out of the question. I'm just going to be more tired if I do."

She thought out loud to herself as she stared at the clock on her phone.

Letting out a sigh she placed her mask back on, swinging off the city build to reach her home.

Laying on her bed finally, staring at the time, she battled off the urge to sleep every second her eyelids started to become heavy again.

Waiting for the clock to finally ring, and tell her to get out of the comfort of her bed and head to the hell hole called school.

There was only one big reason why Gwen would even force herself to go to school in this state. It was to see her.....

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

The alarm finally rang, groaning she reached over to slap the alarm off. Lazily sliding off the bed, she picked up a simple band tee and jeans to wear. Before heading out the door again, Gwen stared at the coffee maker. Normally she wouldn't drink coffee this early, more likely later in the day, but desperate times called for small survival needs. Even if it was a short moment of a caffeine rush, whatever could help her make it through the day.

Making a cup and chugging it down she finally walked out the door heading off to school.

Most of the walk was calm, still battling off the wish to sleep as she listened to her music. But it was soon interrupted by a sudden slap to the back.

"Morning Gwen!"

Gwen jumped as she turned over to see MJ. "Ow MJ! It's too early for your back slaps!"

MJ snickered as she waved her hand in defense. "It's never too early. You ready for practice today by the way?"

Gwen sighed as she rubbed her eyes nodding, MJ couldn't help but notice the baggy eyes that were starting to form under her eyes lately.

"Are you ok Gwen? You seem to be getting more tired lately," she asked concerned for her blonde haired friend.

"Yea, I'm fine. Just a tad tired." Gwen gave a fake smile, trying to hide her fatigue expression.

MJ gave her a look, not believing the 'i'm fine' line at all but didn't want to push her on it.

"Gwen, just admit you were up all night eating pizza rolls until you passed out again."

"Oh nooooo, you catch me," Gwen sarcastically said, chuckling.

MJ smiled, glad that even her sense of humor was at least still alive. However, that didn't stop her from still worrying.

Continuing their walk to school together, they cracked small jokes with each other, while discussing song verse changes MJ had ideas on.

"MJ, stooooop. The songs already great how it is."

"I Know! I just want us to be perfect!"

"We already are per-" Gwen stopped her train of thought mid-sentence. Looking on ahead as they reached closer to the school, she saw a certain Y/H/S & Y/H/C, haired girl ahead of them.

It was her....

"Perfect...." Gwen finally finished her sentence, not paying attention to MJ anymore. Her attention fully engrossed by her secret crush.

MJ simply smirked as she watched Gwen stare at the girl.

Everyone in the band knew of her hard crushing feelings. Gwen was a hopeless case when it came to romance. No moves at all.

"Hey, Y/N! Morning!" MJ called out to the girl waving.

Gwen felt her face start to burn when she finally turned around to see them.

Y/N smiled waving back at the two as she stopped walking so they could catch up.

'fuck, fuck, fuck, can someone really be that pretty just from smiling?' Gwen thought to herself.

"Oh Morning MJ! Morning Micky~!" Y/N called back, chuckling at saying Micky.

"Morning Minnie," Gwen's voice finally chocked out.

MJ pulled Gwen along to finally catch up with Y/N, rolling her eyes a bit at the nicknames the two had recently given each other once they found out one another’s favorite Disney characters.

Gwen wasn't paying attention to the new conversation. Whatever the two girls were talking about now was just muffled noise at this point. She couldn't help but continue to stare at Y/N, feeling her heart race with each little thing she would do.

The swift movements of her hair flowing in the wind, the way she would push the strands of hair behind her ear, her smile.

God her smile...

Sometimes Gwen wondered if Y/N was even human with the way she could hypnotize her without even trying.

She wanted to act like it was just the coffee that was making her have the jitters, but she knew it wasn't just the coffee.

She knew she was crushing hard for one of her best friends.

"You still coming to watch practice today?" MJ had asked, lightly nudging Gwen to snap her out of her trance.

"Yea! I'm excited to see you guys play today," Y/N excitedly said, smiling over at Gwen.

Gwen couldn’t see it, but she was lightly blushing.

Whipping her head over to MJ, as her nudge had kicked her out of it, a simple what was all Gwen could manage to slur out.

"I invited Y/N to watch practice today~." Mj excitedly sang, smirking a bit at Gwen.

Gwen stared, her face burning more at the thought of Y/N watching them play. She wasn’t mentally ready, live performances were fine. Because then you can barely tell when she's distracted looking at her. However, band practice was a whole new playing field. A field where anyone could see her easily stare at Y/N. Gwen gave MJ a look knowing that she knew this.

Y/N noticed Gwen's look and started to worry that maybe she shouldn't go, " I don't have to come and watch of course if you don't want me to Gwen..." She said looking down a bit, sounding a little sad, but not wanting to upset Gwen either or get in her way during practice.

Gwen quickly looked back at Y/N shaking her head, "No! It's okay really! I want you to come!" she said as averted eye contact a bit so her blush wouldn't get any worse.

Y/N quickly looked back up, perking up almost admittedly with a big smile on her face. "Really? "

Gwen aggressively nodded her head, "Yea! I got to have my Minnie as my cheerleader, as moral support of course!" She chuckled. Giving her two finger guns, but instantly regretted it because she thought it sounded cooler in her head.

MJ rolled her eyes, groaning a bit as she softly started to push the two of them forward, "Alright you two, come on before we're late for class!"

Continuing their walk, past all the awkward flirting they finally made it to school, meeting up with the rest of their friends.

The first class Gwen had was English, one she shared with Y/N. Today, however, the teacher decided they would just be watching a movie about the book they were reading in class.

As the movie played Gwen could barely keep her eyes open, the dim lights and the boring story was pulling her closer to sleep. Her head kept bobbing back and forth as she forced herself to stay awake.

"Gwen..?" Y/N whispered to her noticing she was drifting off to sleep, not wanting her to get in trouble with the teacher she softly shook her shoulder.

Gwen gasped a bit as she woke up, not realizing that she fell asleep for a split moment.

"W-what?" she whispered back.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah yeah, I'm fine! Just tired. Boring movies you know."

Y/N moved her chair close to Gwen so they could whisper to each other better.

"How late did you sleep last night?"

Nervously looked away, Gwen ran her fingers through her hair as she played with random strands. "I...I never slept last night..." she softly admitted, her heart racing fast from how close she was to her now.

Y/N softly put her hand back on Gwen's shoulder, looking at her with a worried expression.

"Gwen that isn't good! do you want me to take you the nurse's office to take a small nap or something..?"

"Trust me if I nap now, I'm not going to wake up till next year." she lightly joked, trying to distract herself from how loudly her heart was pounding by her simple touch.

Chucking at her joke, she shook her head. She was still worried about her but didn't want to bug her about it and accidentally be annoying. So she let it be for now.

For the rest of the class, the two whispered to each other, completely ignoring the movie. Y/N was the only reason Gwen was able to survive the urge to fall asleep during the whole movie.

However, she was also the reason why she was internally screaming to herself about how much she wanted to ask her out already. Gwen was hopeless, but she was also content with just being able to joke around with her as they did.

Gwen's body started to feel heavier throughout the rest of the school day, slowly getting random headaches and nauseous as the long day went on.

"Just one more hour Gwen....just one more hour you got this." she thought to herself as she dragged her body throughout the halls.

School had finally ended, everyone's voices throughout the halls were just distorted muffled noises to her now, stuck in a zombie-like state now.

"Micky!"

Gwen jolted a bit as she snapped out of it once more to the familiar voice that always grabbed her attention.

Turning around she saw Y/N rushing towards her.

"Oh, hey Minnie. What's up?"

Y/N was panting a bit as she finally caught up with Gwen, trying to catch her breath she smiled adjusted her backpack. "I just thought maybe we could walk to your practice together..”

Gwen scratched her lightly blushing cheeks a little, "Oh yeah sure, I don't mind at all."

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Walked side by side of each other, they finally made it to the garage.

Opening the door, Gwen looked around seeing that none of the other girls had made it yet.

"Huh, guess they're not here yet," she said placing her bag down as she sat down pulling up a chair for Y/N to sit in next to her. She sat down next to her, sitting in awkward silence for a little bit.

"What do I say... like, we've never been alone like," Gwen thought to herself.

The more Gwen thought about it, the two of them never really have been left alone together. Like just the two of them alone, usually, there was always someone with them. Either it was their friends or random classmates.

A small yawn escaped in the middle of her thought process.

"Still tired..?"

Gwen nodded a bit, rubbing her eyes, "Yea. After practice, I'll finally sleep don’t worry" she chuckled a bit, giving a sleepy smile.

Y/N blushed, thinking Gwen's tired smile was adorable. As she too was now the one internally screaming.

"Well...Since the others aren't here yet. You could take a small nap and I'll wake you up." she nervously suggested, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

She just really wanted to see Gwen's sleeping face.

Gwen looked at her, gulping a little as she slowly leaned her head on her shoulder. The two now a big blushing mess together, her heavy eyes finally closing. Being close to crush like this was nerve-wracking, but also was comforting. So comforting that she fell asleep fast without any hesitation.

Y/N smiled, happy to finally see Gwen wasn't struggling to stay awake anymore. Softly she patted her head, adjusting her shoulder a bit so Gwen could be comfortable as she slept.

Feeling her fingers touch her head, Gwen let out a soft content breath in her sleep. Leaning a little closer to the touch like a cat.

Y/N let out a shaky breath watching her cutely sleep. Continuing to softly pet her head she leaned down. Gathering all the little amount of courage she had, she lightly kissed the top of Gwen's head.

"Night Gwen..."

She too...had a secret crush...on her.

#ghost spider #gwen stacy #spider gwen #gwen stacy x reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfic

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eccentriccowboy · 6 years ago

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Assassin // pt. 4// FINALE

Synopsis: Y/N and Luke battle to the death for the title of Assassin. (not actually but)

Pairing: Slow burn(not for long bitches hehe) bestfriend!Luke x reader

Warnings: None besides swearing my lack of proofreading. i forgot to add swearing to pt. 3′s warnings so i apologize to all you 6-year-olds on tumblr who weren’t prepared for me to drop an f-bomb.

But seriously im sorry to the people who aren’t comfortable with swears.

also thank you to the people that sent me such supporting messages, getting me through this. I love you..

Word Count: 2.6 k

*****

You woke to the heavy weight of Luke’s arm resting over your waist. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but you definitely weren’t expecting it, nor the proximity between you two, his chest practically touching your back.

You tried to inch forward, gaining space between you and Luke, but his grip on your waist suddenly tightened, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Mhmm, stop moving,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. You didn’t know what to do. Of course you’ve slept in the same bed as Luke before, you’ve grown up with him. But not since this whole “I have feelings for you and I’m beginning to get the feeling you do too” fiasco began.

Instead, you turned over in his bed, now facing him. “Luke,” you whispered. “I have to get going,” you lied. You had nowhere to be, and although you had practically dreamed for months now of waking up next to Luke to morning cuddles, now that it was happening it didn’t seem right. Probably because you two were still just “friends”.

“Mhmm, no you don’t. Stay and cuddle. I’m kinda cold,” he murmured, a loud yawn escaping his lips, before pulling you closer to his chest. He dragged his nose along your jawline; and you weren’t sure if it was his yawn that reminded you of how tired you still were, or the cold tip of his nose that told you it was cold outside and you best bundle up, or the relief of finally being close to him that made you stay.

*****

Luke woke up and began to panic. There was a girl in his bed. Not only that, that girl was you. For months on end he’s practically dreamed of waking up to you beside him, but there was a little problem. He may have gotten a little too excited about waking up to you, and now this little problem wasn’t so little.

Luke had a fucking boner. Here he was, sleeping in a bed with one of his closest friends, who has done nothing sexual to provoke him, and yet he was turned on.

Luke tried to lower his heart beat and calm down, in fear of it waking you as your head was placed on his chest. After taking a few deep breaths, Luke tried to slowly inch away from your touch, trying his best not to wake you. But to no avail, as your eyes opened to find Luke trying to slither out from under you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you questioned, sleep still upon you.

“Uh, I’m gonna go make breakfast.” Luke stated, coming up with the first idea that came to his mind. He hoped you would fall for it, and let him leave to uh, deal with his situation.

But you were not having it. “Nooooo, stay. Like you said earlier, it’s cold outside of these blankets,” you tried to convince him, slinging your arm against his chest to keep him where he was.

But he shook his head and tried to move again. You thought it would be funny to gently tackle him, draping your body over his before he could get out of bed. Right once you did this, though, Luke froze.

“No, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, no, get off me,” Luke quickly pleaded. But it was too late, you had already felt his bulge press against your lower half, your face immediately reddening.

Luke gently pushed you off of him and stood up, while you sat up straight. “Um, I can explain,” Luke began to say.

“No, no, it’s fine. Really, it’s natural. Right?” You stuttered, a blush still prominent on both of your cheeks.

“Well, no, but like-”

“It’s fine. Um, I’m gonna get going,” you stated, crawling out of bed and walking quickly past Luke, avoiding eye contact.

“No, no, Y/N. I just-”

“Luke really it’s good, we’re good, I just kinda wanna leave before this can get any more awkward,” you said, not even turning around to look at him before you had grabbed your shoes and clothes from yesterday and was out the door.

*****

“Hey Y/N, Um, this is gonna be complicated. Because I know things are kinda awkward between us right now. And that’s all mine and my stupid man brain’s fault. But I really wanna speak to you. But of course we still have the game going on, so I’m not really sure how we can do that. So just, um, call be back.”

You listened to Luke’s voicemail, shaking your head as you remembered the awkwardness that was this past morning.

To be honest you don’t know what to think anymore. You were just done with this whole shit between you and Luke. One moment you want to kiss him on the cheek, but then your feelings bubble up and you get frustrated that you aren’t together and you feel like punching something, preferably Luke´s face.

God, you’ve got it bad for him. But does a boner really mean he likes you? Probably not. It probably just means he still has the hormones of a 12-year-old boy. And that’s fine and all you guess, just it really messes with your head.

You couldn’t not face him, though. He’s one of your best friends, and you couldn’t possibly imagine your life without him.

But, like Luke said, you’ve still got the game going on. So clearly, he hasn’t forgotten, but neither have you.

You decide to sit on it. Avoiding problems is much easier than dealing with them, the devil of your subconscious reasons. Yes, but, Luke and I both need to talk. Without the game. Without the boys. Just the two of us. We both deserve that much. I know our relationship hasn’t been the same for a while, and I know he can feel it, too. So no matter how it ends, I do have to talk to him, the rational side of you explains. Yes, but, that doesn’t mean right now, the devil said. You quickly agreed with that side of you, taking the easy way out of things for now and getting ready for bed.

*****

Your hands twisted the hair at the nape of his neck, your fingers scratching his scalp lightly. His hands travelled from the side of your hips to your waist, becoming more comfortable with himself in the kiss. You broke the kiss, a smile falling upon your lips as your heart bubbled up in realization of what you have done. Your smile, contagious, one finding its way onto Luke’s lips, before being replaced with yours once more for a quick peck.

Suddenly, a loud ringing sounded out beside you, waking you up for your dream. You sighed in frustration, more at yourself for having such a dream than at the phone for waking you up. You reached over to grab your phone, Luke’s contact appearing on the phone. You looked to see it was three am, and in fear of it being an emergency, answered it.

“Luke?” you questioned. “What are you doing at this time of night?”

“Y/N” he slured. “Mm, I’m uh, mm,” sounding like he was on the brink of falling asleep.

“You’re what? Are you drunk?”

“Severely,” he giggled.

“Luke, oh my god. Just go back to sleep.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nooo,” he groaned. “Come to the park.”

That certainly got your attention.

“Wait, what?”

“Come to the park,” he repeated. “I’m here,” he said slowly, a yawn escaping afterwards.

“Oh my god, why are you at the park, Luke?” you asked, exasperated.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “I, mmm, got stuck.”

“What the hell, Luke?” you exclaimed, beginning to panic. “What do you mean?”

“Mmm, I uh, got stuck,” he slurred, his eyes closing, drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Alright, Luke,” you said. “Stay there. I’m on my way. Keep me on the phone,” but it was too late. Luke has ended the call, falling asleep god knows where.

You rushed out of the door, with only your phone, keys, and a jacket in hand. You continued to try and get a hold of Luke on your way down to the parking garage, but it was no use, he was knocked out cold somewhere, drunk and vulnerable.

While you avoided problems, Luke drowned them.

You should have known that whatever you felt after yesterday morning affected him, too. And after not responding to him, he would have turned to his coping mechanism like you did, except his included alcohol.

Breathing became hard, your worry for your best friend getting the best of you. He was unconscious, defenseless to any weirdo that happened to walk in a park at 3 am. You couldn’t possibly imagine your life without him.

You drove to the only park you would think Luke would go to, the one where you had first met him in the fifth grade. It was the only park in town the two of you had ever been to, really. And it was the closest to his apartment and you couldn’t think Drunk Luke would get too far.

You pulled over in front of the gate, shutting off the engine and exiting the car. You began to walk the path that was paved, your keys in your hands as defense. You used your phone as a flashlight, even though it wasn’t that dark.

Suddenly, a sound came from your left. You jumped to the side, only to be met with the flashing eyes of a racoon. You sped up your pace, trying to calm your heart beat.

You rounded a corner, your eyes widening at the scene before you. There was Luke, lying on the ground with his arm stuck in the gate, looking as healthy and safe as a drunk, unconscious man could.

You rushed to his side, afraid to touch him in case of hurting him more. His arm was twisted in a painful angle. You tried to push back the tears streaming down your face, but you couldn’t help it as you were filled up with so much relief that Luke was okay.

You gasped, trying to stifle the tears once more, drawing Luke back to consciousness. He opened his eyes slowly, but he seemed to sober up immediately when he saw you, tears rushing down your face.

You saw his eyes open and you wiped away your tears with your jacket sleeve. He tried to move to console you, but he yelped when he tried to move his arm.

“Oh, God, Luke,” you yelped, “Are you alright?”

Luke’s look at you for a few moments, then blinked.

“Yea, I, uh, I think so,” he said, still recovering from the many drinks he had hours earlier, instead falling into the beginnings of a hangover.

“What the hell were you doing” you scolded slightly. Still afraid to touch him, you sat down on the cement beside him, waiting for him to ask for help.

“Um, I think I was trying to pick the flowers on the other side,” He looked over at the flowers, that honestly weren’t too pleasing to the eye, looking as if they were on the verge of death. “I clearly failed,”

You rubbed your hands across your face, all the worry you had felt turning into disbelief, so much emotion draining you.

“Oh God, Luke. Why? Just why?” you questioned, almost chuckling at the situation.

Luke closed his eyes. “I was tryna get them for you,” he mumbled. Your heart jumped at his words. “I think drunk me was trying to apologize for being a dick but it didn’t work out.”

You let out a laugh, still a bit shaky. “I still haven’t heard an apology,” you raised your eyebrows.

Luke looked up at you for a few seconds, his eyes staring deep into yours, before beginning to speak. “I’m sorry, I’m stupid, we both know that,” he began. You could tell the alcohol still hadn’t worn off completely, his speech quickening and blurring together almost unintelligible.

“I’m sorry for making you worry about me, I shouldn’t have started drinking that early. But I was afraid you hated me and that I ruined our friendship from getting a fucking boner and I was upset at myself that I ruined my chances with you and I just want you in my life and I’m sorry, damnit Y/N” Luke said, exasperated. He clearly was not in charge of his words nor his emotions at the moment, his face red from his outburst, in combination with the cold and the alcohol.

You blinked, unsure of what to say. You felt your cheeks heat up, and Luke’s eye widened when he realized just what he had said.

“Shit, did I just make it worse?” Luke looked the other way, in fear of what you might say.

“What are you trying to tell me, Luke?” you said, needing reassurance that what you just heard was really what he meant.

“I’m trying to tell you I’m in love with you, Y/N” Luke blew out a breath, finally meeting your eyes. “And I have been for a while.”

You sat still for a couple of seconds, somehow in disbelief. There’s been something between you and Luke for a while now, but hearing it out loud that he not only likes you, but loves you, saying it outloud for all of the world to hear, making it real, just didn’t seem possible.

Luke sat there, his arm still twisted. But he couldn’t feel it anymore, the pain subsiding as he was too focused on your next moves.

Instead of saying anything, you placed your two cold hands onto his warm cheeks and leaned in, connecting your lips with his. His arm, the one that wasn’t tangled up in a fence, wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. Your body heated up instantly, you wished the kiss could go on forever. But Luke broke the kiss, his mouth forming into a huge smile, as he laughed at what you to did.

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, all the worry and stress you had felt for so long vanishing, like a weight lifted off your shoulders, everything in life falling into place with just a simple smile.

You moved to straddle his waist and finally untwist his hand from the gate, but he suddenly stopped you.

“Wait, wait, wait.” He held you back, then began to stretch out his twisted arm gently.

“What are you doing, I’m trying to kiss you,” you said bluntly, a smile still on your face.

He plucked a few of the flowers from the bushes. “Okay, now help me,” he chuckled.

You gently pulled his elbow back, trying to not scratch or injure him more. When his arm was finally safe and out of the gate, he presented the flowers to you.

“As a congratulations,” he said. When he saw your eyebrows furrow, he continued. “You won Assassin,”

It took a few moments for you it to sink in, when you placed your hands on his cheeks, you won the game. You outburst in laughter, the night only getting better, euphoria overtaking you.

You leaned in to kiss him again, trying to wipe the smile off your face and grabbing the dying flowers from his hand and throwing them to the ground next to you. “I love you, too.”

*****

thanks for reading!! sorry it took so long!! ahh!!

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caroline18mars · 6 years ago

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 8

3:55PM, she downed the last of her coffee and got up with a stomach in knots, taking a deep breath she shuffled her jacket back on, 5 minutes, just enough time to cross the street, was he there yet? If she had just an idea of what he looked like, there seemed to be a lot of people waiting around already, hopefully most of them were just taking shelter from the rain, would she stand on the left? Or the right? Left, then she could see the subway station, quickly check mail, no, no new message, ok, he wouldn't have forgotten, would he? Nah, he had seemed genuinely excited in the mail she got this morning, just chill, he'll be here.

Jared's eyes fluttered open, that was the best nap he had in ages, he rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling, he should get ready..wait, his alarm..he hadn't heard it, he shot up and grabbed his phone, no, no, nooooo, dark screen..again, his thumb nervously pushed down hard on the on-button, nothing..fuck, fuck, fuck! He looked at the clock on the TV, shit...he needed to warn her..but how? Without his phone? And no laptop at his disposal..ok he could jump in his clothes and leave now or he could go look for a laptop or tablet and send her a message..why? Why now? Coco looked at her watch, ok, he was late, he was probably stuck in traffic, the rain was mercilessly beating down on the cars that were bumper to bumper on the packed avenue, just wait, he'll be here, or maybe he was delayed on the subway and he didn't have enough coverage..yeah, that was probably it, just relax, he'll be here soon. “Times Square as fast as you can” he jumped in the waiting cab and sighed as he looked at the time, please let her still be there, please, please! The car shot forward to join the heavy traffic. An hour and a half later and none the wiser, she had to admit defeat, she was soaked to the core, the battery of her phone was running dangerously low, fuck this, she'd been had, how could she have possibly believed that some stranger was flying to the other side of the world just to meet up with her? No message, no nothing, he had simply dissapeared off the radar, how bloody convenient!. She looked around her one last time, tears of frustration mixed with the rain on her face, she was a bloody mess, just go home, Harper, just go the fuck home, you should never have come here, you stupid cow!

Jared jumped out of the car almost two hours late and started running across the street, dodging a few cars before he finally reached his target, please let her be here, he ran up to a girl with his back turned to him “Coco?”, he put her hand on his shoulder but she just stared at him as she turned around with a frown on her face and said something in a language he couldn't understand. He apologized and felt his heart sink in his shoes, she was gone..now what? He needed to do something, but what? Think Jared, just fuckin' think!!. He didn't have her phone number..where was Shayla when he needed her? After an awkward train ride home, she got out of the subway and walked home, her hands dug deep into her pockets, how could she have been so dumb? She'd been stood up, plain and simple, she needed a drink..and a good cry, NO! No crying, never!. Coming home, she slammed the door shut behind her and let her soaked jacket and hoodie pool around her feet, she wiped an angry tear away as she headed for her fridge and pulled out a beer, she didn't even like beer but anything alcoholic was fine to try and numb the anger and the dissapointment she was feeling right now. Sean heard his phone ring, “Mmm, Shayla..wait..” he sighed and closed his eyes under the rentless attack of Shayla's lips on his throat but then her own phone started ringing as well, growling she climbed off of him in search for the intruder. “Sean? Hey, it's me” her voice whispered in his ear, “Harper, hey, you ok?” it wasn't like her to call and the raspiness of her voice didn't predict much good. “Yeah..yeah, I'm ok, I just needed to hear a friendly voice after a rough couple of days, that's all..how's things there? How's Europe?” she tried to sound as normal as possible and took a swig of her beer. “Shayla, I can't talk long, I'm on the driver's phone because mine has given up, have a new one ready for me at the reception of the hotel, will you? I'm on my way back..oh and another thing, I need you to find the address or phone number of Coco De Robiano, in New York” Jared's voice thundered back at her.

“I'm fine and so is Europe, but there's something I've been meaning to ask you, but it's something that's too hard to explain over the phone and it's really late here, so is it ok if I e-mail you all the details, just tell me what you think, ok? So, anyway, what's going on? You sound like you've got a cold or something” thank god for good old, not so bright Sean who was easily fooled. “A cold? Uhmm yeah, I think I'm coming down with something, fall in New York, right? And I've been out in the rain most of the afternoon, so..” she quickly wiped a few angry tears away with the heel of her hand, it's ok, really, he can't see you and neither can that jackass “I'll leave you to it, sorry if I woke you up, I'm glad you're having a good time”. Wait..was that a sob? “I am..are you sure you're ok?” this was his friend and so what if he was concerned? “yep, all's good, send me the e-mail and I'll have a look, take care of yourself, Sean”.

So what if the floor was cold? So what if her frozen and strained muscles were screaming at her? So fucking what? How could she be so naïve? See, that was exactly what happened if you stepped on the slippery slope of human interaction, you start opening up only to get the door slammed in your face, in this case twice in 48 hours. The smoke of her cigarette curled up into the air, twirling around the pale autumn light that fell into the room, most of her life she had been alone, what just happened didn't make that official, but why did it hurt so bad then?. 'Beep' the phone vibrated on her chest, Sean please, not now, whatever it is, it can..Joe! Just delete it, not in the mood for more lies, she wanted to throw the phone to the side, fuck, don't care..I don't care..

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: I AM SORRY!

Coco,

What can I say? I'm so very sorry, jetlag, nap, phone died, no alarm, overslept, traffic, got there 2 hours late, but you were gone..

Call me please, you have my number, please just call me!

I'm so very sorry! We can still meet up tonight..

Joe

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: Re: I AM SORRY

Overslept? Phone died? How bloody convenient..and then you want me to call you? For real? Your bloody nerve, Joe, if that's even your real name..I don't even know why I'm even writing this..you made a fool out of me, you let me make a fool of myself..you couldn't have picked a worse timing in standing me up, anyway, let's leave it at this, alright?

Goodbye

Coco

What? No, no, no, let's not leave things at this! Come on Coco, don't do this, I said I'm sorry! His fingers started whizzing over the screen of his new phone

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Re: re: I AM SORRY

Coco,

Come on, let's not do this, listen to me, I've gotten on a plane and flew half across the world to meet you, and yes I fucked up, and I'm sorry, I guess I've got a lot on my mind (that's no excuse, I know, but I'm only human), add jetlag to the equation and hey presto, a recipe for disaster. Come on, I want to make it up to you, we're in the same city now, just take a deep breath and half an hour or so to think about it, alright? Things can look really different if you just detach for a few minutes, let tempers cool and all that?

Hopeful regards,

(An immensely stupid and sorry) Joe

Harper let the phone drop back on her chest, 'Beep' oh fuck off Joe, one more apology and she was going to throw up, oh, Sean..her eyes sped over the words and the pictures he included, pff easy problem to fix, not enough colour, box it up instead of spread it out., and..send. 10 seconds later 'Beep', Sean again..what? Brilliant? Oh come on, hardly! Come over? What? Come talk about the idea? A couple of weeks, get paid? She looked around her meager belongings, what was left for her here? Her paintings, yeah, there was that, she looked at the enormous canvas, maybe some detachment from the whole subject of her parents for a few weeks would do her and the painting some good? And she could do with the money..impulsive? Yeah more than likely, rash decision? sure..oh fuck it, she was going to Europe.

”Wait..hang on” Shayla looked at Sean who was nodding and smiling, and then put the phone back on her ear, “Jared? We might have just saved this entire tour, we've got a designer coming in with some brilliant ideas for the show, and we're flying her in tomorrow”. What the hell was going on over there? “whoa, wait a minute, you're flying someone in, but you haven't seen any of her work? Since when did we stop looking for credentials?” Jared didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his head was spinning with jetlag but he wanted to stay awake for Coco, there was still a chance. “You just have to hear this, trust me on this, you can fire me after, but I swear this sounds really, really good, you're flying back tonight” had he ever heard Shayla this excited? “what? No, I can't fly back tonight, I've got things to do” he protested in shock. “Like what? you said so yourself that your little get together fell through, so get ready, I'll have the car pick you up in half an hour” and the line went dead..he had no choice, he just had no other fucking choice..he closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: immensely stupid and even more sorry than ever

Coco,

I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it straight away: I have to get back to Europe, I'll be leaving in an hour, so I can't meet up with you..I'm sorry again, Coco, and I know you're probably sitting there right now thinking what an incredible wanker I am and I get that, but please believe me when I say that I have no other choice right now, a lot of people's wages depends on this decision..

It's just so easy to talk to you, you're one of the few people that seems to get me, I can be myself around you..

I hope we can keep this line of communication open..

Joe

Classic, just classic..no choice, so many people depended on him..bla bla bla, he could stick his e-mails where the sun didn't shine, it was all bullshit, classic case of married man looking oh so anonymously for a quick fuck via internet, right now he was probably snuggling up to the wifey and his 2.4 kids, she shivered at the thought that being late was just an excuse for showing up on time, seeing her and then run as fast and as dissapointed away from her as he could. How could she be so naïve to think that this unexpected encounter that started with one e-mail was blossoming into a really cool friendship? She threw the phone on the table and buried her face in her hands, never good enough, not good enough to be a friend, not good enough to be a daughter, for the first time probably ever she was glad to see Sean again and lose herself in his mindless, stupid banter and party lifestyle, running away from reality, it was what she did best..

#jared leto #jared leto fanfic #jared leto fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #30secondstomars #30 seconds to mars fanfic #a man on fire #chapter 8 #caroliine18mars #Harper Coco #harper and jared #new story

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optimisticcritique · 7 years ago

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Gotham 4x17 - Review

The season is getting close to the end, things are about to get crazy(er). Let’s see what crazy stuff happens this week. Tagging characters that I mainly focus on in the review. Sorry if it is kind of long.

Getting right into the action! Go get him Bruce!

How did Jerome have time to get dressed, meet back up with Scarecrow, release Tetch, and send Tetch to hypnotize the guy before Bruce got there? He wasn’t that far behind Jerome. No GPS? Was he stuck in traffic? Maybe Tetch hypnotized his way through the traffic to get there first. I mean, that’s what I would do if I could hypnotize people.

Xander…yeah, seeing spoilers, I predict this is Jerome’s twin brother, right? This is the one time I wish I hadn’t seen spoilers, no big reveal.

Oh boy, he has a bomb. Duck and cover!

See, now Jim and Harvey aren’t that far behind Bruce. Did they take the short cut?

Bruce trying to help the guy. I love it but I don’t know if it’ll work.

Question: Why did Tetch hypnotize the guy to trigger the bomb by a clock? Wouldn’t it make more sense to have him press it on like a key phrase (like “if someone asks you about Jerome/Xander, press it”) so that Bruce couldn’t have time to jump away? Or was killing Bruce (or anyone else) not the intention?

Shooting the clock! Quick thinking. Learning tricks from being a Tetch survivor.

Aaand he has a watch. Of course he does. Well, at least you tried.

Wait, it’s the dinner already? That happened fast. How did Jerome get them all together? How did he contact Oswald and Oswald just agreed? Did it take some time or was he reluctant at first? Were they all agreeable at first? Did he threaten them? Bribe them with free food?

This is the villain dinner I always wished for…if you had told me we would have all these villains together in one place seasons ago, I would have been floored. I probably would have freaked out, running down the street while yelling “Yessss! Bring me all the villains! A few years can’t come fast enough!!!!” as all the neighborhoods stare at me.

I love villains interacting. I also love seeing characters that have been previously introduced, having scenes with one another that they have never shared scenes with before. It’s the individual character build up and mixture of personalities.

The only thing missing from this wonderful dinner is Ed :( I guess The Riddler isn’t considered “freak” enough for them…

“Put all questions on ice until the end” Awe the ice puns. Well great, now I want to know what Victor’s question was going to be. I do love how he just raises his hand, like he’s in school and trying not to interrupt the teacher.

“Mr. Oswald” lol well, that’s an interesting choice. I would have thought he would call Oswald by his Penguin name. Really gives me Ed flashbacks to “Mr. Penguin”, which is fun.

Oh Oswald looks just…I have no words. What a fashion icon. I love his fur coat and hair. Real perfection. Fish would be so proud! One of these days, I really want to see him doing his hair in an actual scene, instead of being off screen. I’m curious how long he spends on it.

This is Sofia’s old place that Oswald took over XD Wait, Oswald hosted? Option A: Jerome barged into the house and just told Oswald that they are having it there or Option B: Oswald wants to seem supportive, just so he can be involved and know what is coming for his city. Me: Probably both.

“Anything for a friend” pfft uh huh. I bet. He is probably planning a back stab or just waiting for Jerome to fail.

Got to say, I wasn’t sure about the new scarecrow actor but he’s pretty good. His facial expressions are dead on.

Yeah, Oz doesn’t seem very keen on these plans. His facial reactions say it all.

He’s probably thinking either “What I have I gotten myself into” or “I should have made more food”

Alfred!!! Where have you been? Been partying? Taking a spa day for a couple of episodes?

Jim, no! Let Bruce do his thing! Sure, he could potentially die horribly but be reasonable here…

Yeah, Bruce will not take no for an answer. Will Jim change his mind or will Bruce take on a mask again?

“Maybe he wants him to build him something” You can’t fool us! We all know what he is really after!

Yeah, that woman is probably regretting not calling in sick to work today.

Jerome trying to whistle… it wouldn’t surprise me if that is the only thing he hates about his new stitched up face. Who cares that his face is different…he can’t whistle anymore!!!

“Don’t bother going to security! They are all…headless” Wait, you have a gun. You could shoot them in the heads but not cut off their heads. How are they headless?

“Drop the gun!” “Oh you are such a stick in mud” Would you have preferred a western style shoot out or for him to just be like “Oh hey Jerome. Go on ahead and do what you do with the gun. Have fun” as he casually walks past you?

Xander knowing Bruce’s father…hmm…

“What time is it?!” Tool-no-Mail-no-Extra time!!! “Riddle time!!!” …that was my next guess.

Wow, everyone is so loving this. I guess this has been going on for quite awhile.

Speaking of which, what did happen between that pier scene and now? Did Oswald and Ed become friends again? Make a deal? Just go their own ways? I feel like there is something missing here.

Oh, you know Ed is just loving this. This reminds me of that episode back in season one (1x09?), where he is listening to a game show on the radio and answering the questions as he is working. You know that was one of his inspirations for this!

Bet you that brief case has no money even in it. The Riddler is just that cocky.

“The street demons!” Lol the way that he says that! I just love it when he does voices or accents. Pulling out all the stops to make things extra.

The Riddler totally doesn’t even seem like he cares about what is going on in this guy’s life.

How happy he gets when he hears “Riddler”. Not many people have called him that in the show yet, have they?

“I’ve fallen on hard times but happy to be here with you Riddler” I relate to this on a spiritual level. Ed making my week better <3

Ooh this Lila has the best get up. Please tell me Ed made it himself.

Lars, you are over thinking! Don’t ever over think it!

I would half expect the crowd to give out answers but you just know they want to see people getting tortured.

“Rabid sack of rats” Awe man, I was hoping for the barracuda stapled to the forehead….you know, for curiosity purposes…

“Enough!” Nooooo! Never! Don’t ruin this Lee!

I actually saw an interview right before this episode, with Cory saying the episode will end “hot” and “romantic”. It won’t surprise me if Lee/Ed kiss by the end of this.

Wow Lee, you look stunning. Love the new hair. Also love Ed’s too.

What’s up with the new hair styles lately though? First we mourn see Jervis and Harvey getting their longer hair cut. Now we see Ed and Lee both have hair cuts, with Oswald serving up a new hairstyle. Did we miss a national “change your hair day” in Gotham or something? Or did one person do it and the rest got jealous so they changed their hair too? Or did the actors all decide to get new hair styles at the same time?

“We put Oswald on ice” you make it sound like you both attempted to kill him or something. The vagueness.

So I guess Ed knows about Sofia. Is he impressed with her doing that or not so because she didn’t finish the job?

“Whatever the hell this is, it’s over” “I don’t think so” I’m just waiting for this to be turned into a reaction gif. Like, people upset about something to Gotham writers and Gotham writers going “I don’t think so” or vice versa.

“And my name…is The Riddler” Awe so we are on this again. So, he still isn’t whole. Funny how he is still saying this to people a season later. Also, Oswald called him Ed…but maybe it is because he called him The Riddler first? Or “because we have history” thing? …Even though he and Lee technically have history too, with working together at the GCPD.

*challenges Ed* First: Lee that is bold and I am impressed with you. Second: Noooo! I knew this was going to happen but I didn’t want it to happen so quickly. We only got to see him have one contestant, who we didn’t even see get tortured. Let Ed/Cory have more fun! Let us have our showman Riddler!

Who is this woman? Just a random character that’ll die this episode or the next?

Umm are you implying Jerome is a dog? ;) Also, isn’t that cage a little bit small to fit Jerome in? I just picture her trying to push and squeeze him into that cage, just barely closing it.

Oswald and Butch reunited again! I kind of missed their…complicated relationship to be honest. They also have a long history, probably knowing each other as long as Oswald knew Fish so I can only imagine what Oswald will think of this new Butch.

Oswald’s eyes when he sees Butch. Yeah, totally unprepared for that.

“I will be honest, I like it…” It’s like when a friend pretends to like your bad hair cut, even when they know it looks bad.

“Just came from brunch with Jerome Valeska…” Oh yeah, that’s a great way to start this. He says it so casually, like it was just an everyday civil affair with food and great conversation. Bet he thought he would never utter those words though XD

“Seemed to involve a great deal of paint” lol that was totally not the point of that, you forgot to mention the mass crazy Ozzie.

Oswald wearing green gloves with that outfit.

“You must be all out of allies” “Don’t be modest” Yeah, he still has Ed as an ally so he isn’t COMPLETELY out of allies. He has…one….

Again, what happened with Ed and why Butch? Option A: He asked Ed, Ed refused, saying he wanted to do his own thing. Option B: He started to ask Ed, Ed talked about a Riddle factory and he immediately went “yeah, nope. Never mind” Option C: He knows Jerome will want someone who is a “freak” to add to the group. Oswald also wants someone strong (let’s face it, Ed is not) and not easily killed. Butch fits that mark, not Ed. He doesn’t want Ed to get involved with this mess either. Which I think is the most likely. Option Q: Forgetting own writing.

Oh, you just totally made him angry. You won’t like him when he’s angry! …Wait, totally wrong universe and different comics.

Okay, I know you look bad now Butch. But look at the bright side, you’re strong, you’re practically immortal, and-with a good hair dye and spray tan-you could look fairly the same. Think positively!

*pushes Oswald on the floor* Nooo! Don’t ruin the majestic hair and coat! They must be protected at all costs!

I don’t know why but, even though I already love Oswald, this episode has made me love him a million times more… *stares at his hair and coat* Not sure why…

“like a flower” well, that choice of words is threatening but also not.

Oh sure, you only want them involved when you want something. It’s a two way street, Jim. Now you have to let him risk his life and you can’t say a thing.

“I love you” In your own twisted way, I bet.

*does a heart with his hands* Jerome fans: Awe that’s what we do when we see you on screen… :’D

He’s freely letting Harvey and Jim in? No booby traps? It kind of looks like a place that would have traps like that.

Ecco! In the same episode as the riddle factory…Some say this woman would be Harley Quinn because she is devoted to this guy…I kind of doubt it. There is also an Echo who worked with the Riddler (although I think Query was the blonde, not like it matters) The name is spelled wrong so she is most likely a throw away character but…why Ecco? Why use a similar name to tease fans?! Why?!

“Oh my god, there’s two of them!” Oh Harvey…seriously, this is a Cameron/Jerome fan’s dream right there. Not one but two? Alittle over a season ago one didn’t exist and the other was “dead”.

“Please don’t touch that! That is very sensitive equipment” Yeah, sure looks sensitive to me. Especially the couple of buttons that turns it on.

Jerome doing yoga because why not?

Him waving right when Jim sees�� o_o It’s like he knew…

How much you want to bet that someone followed Jerome? If Firefly followed to the office, you can bet he didn’t go see Ecco on his own. It’s the only way I can see him getting out of there.

“She thinks stapling a live barracuda to someone’s head isn’t damn good entertainment” The nerve! Wait…did he just say “damn good”? Has he ever said that word before? :O But your fake swearing was so pure, what has the world done to you?!

I think it is interesting that he only puts his hat on when he speaks a riddle.

I’m not going to even attempt these riddles. I suck at logic.

Scenes like this make me wonder if we will ever get a “whole” Ed or just get this Riddler from now on.

Wow. Who knew the Riddler was so upset about all this?

Lee’s face…yup, she got what she wanted. Smart cookie right there.

The Riddler totally played himself.

Haha! Called it! Knew he would be followed. Don’t underestimate him.

“If I knew this thing was a 100 acres, I would have stopped and had a sandwich before we came” Harvey, you are so relatable. I don’t blame you. My ship of Harvey + food continues to sail. The ship I can always count on <3

“The End” Wait, is the episode over? Is this where the story ends?

Wow, the acting right here is so good. I keep forgetting both Jerome and Jeremiah are both Cameron.

“His bearded sidekick” Hey! He has a name and thy name is Harvey!

“Born bad” that’s lousy reasoning.

Ooh so he lied? Well, this intrigues me. I am so skeptical of this guy. I just know there is more to him than meets the eye. I don’t believe this facade!

“You killed our mother” “She did deserve it though” Lol no care whatsoever. Again with the lousy reasoning.

“Listen to what I have to say” “Oh hell no! You are not hypnotizing me again!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” *Jervis and Jonathan run for their dear lives as Harvey charges towards them* ….LOL Oh my god. Harvey, you are a blessing to this world. Most iconic moment. He is so done with Jervis. The way he just let out a war cry, causing the duo to flee is just…it’s beautiful. I’m dying. I will never be over this. Favorite part of the episode. Batman should take notes.

Jim being like “Welp, okay then” as he follows Harvey.

Just imagine Harvey chasing them all around the maze, with the video sped up and silly music playing. Or slowed down with suspenseful music playing.

“Must go! Must go! They’re after me and the Scarecrow!” Oh my god I love this so much. I am going to put this on a loop forever.

I love how Jonathan doesn’t even try spraying or anything. He just follows Jervis wherever he goes. I am loving this duo.

Jerome watching them run off like “whatever”.

*can still hear Harvey screaming* Me: *is dead*

*kisses Jeremiah’s head as he flees* Awe brother love…nothing like wanting your sibling dead and in misery one minute and kissing him in the next.

Whoa. That disappearance happened fast. Did he find a prototype invisible jet or something? Or did Jervis just have the car right outside the door, Jerome leapt in, and they drove away as fast as possible? Scratch that, they are totally hiding on the side of that building, shushing and tip toeing away.

The Riddler being all cocky and smug. Yeah, you probably won’t be feeling this way in a few minutes…

Hey, even I know this riddle! Oh, I see what you are doing there Lee.

It’s simple Ed. Just look at the audience as you say “I love you”. There you go!

Wow, he is pushing Ed back so much that he risks losing in front of an entire crowd.

Lee outsmarting him, good on Lee but sucks for the riddle factory :( I feel robbed.

A little bit late but I’d like to imagine Ed making all of these props himself. Cutting out a giant wheel, painting it, sticking two giant beakers together…

Wait, Oswald knows how to reverse it? Will it actually work though? I kind of feel like it would be a bummer to get rid of Grundy after all this…

Hugo Strange! Of course it’s Hugo. If it is monster related, it’s always Hugo lol

Yay! Oswald and Butch team up once more!

Poor Ed losing his riddle factory. A loss for us all :’(

“they didn’t come here because they love you, Ed” Wow, that’s harsh.

“Because I know what you really want…” Validation? Wait, no… Lee: *pulls out the glitter suit from thin air* The Riddler: :’D You found it! I thought I lost it!

Knife to the neck! Always going for the neck.

Oh, they are totally going to go on a robbing spree. Does Lee really need the money? Or is this also a way to appeal to The Riddler to get him back on her side?

….

I am reserving any specific opinion/judgement on this situation until I see more of it. But I definitely see some manipulation at play here. The question is, is it just one or both manipulating? I am actually a bit surprised Lee would play this card.

Oh, I can just imagine reactions from others. Jim, Harvey, Oswald, Butch, Barbara…they all have a decent history with both of them.

The music is the same music that played when Ed killed Kristen. Hmm…This does not bode well. It never does for Ed and anyone he is involved with.

“I don’t know. I thought it already was” Oh, you have no idea how mad this city can get Harvey…you don’t even technically have the Joker yet.

No! Not Carl! We hardly knew thee. Justice for Carl!!!

*Jerome punches Grundy’s shoulder, shakes hand* Parallel to when Ed high fived him and did the same thing. Probably like hitting a brick wall.

Joker toxin!!!

The Jervis reaction XD Like, he knew the plan right? He looks so shocked.

Everyone’s reactions emoticon style: Jervis: 😮Jonathan: 😬 Jerome: 😆 Bridgit: 🙂 Victor: 😏 Butch: 😕Oswald: 🐧

Oh god that looks painful. Looks like the “fun” is about to begin.

Man, if Jerome does end up dying, I won’t know how to feel. Jeremiah intrigues me and I think he will eventually grow on me but...he doesn’t have the same history that Jerome has with the characters. Why even have the twin twist? ...I guess I’ll just have to wait to see how it all plays out before deciding what I think. I will say, at least Cameron will still be playing him so it isn’t gypping him from the role.

Over all: Good episode. I felt like some of it was a bit fast paced. I was a bit surprised by how quickly the dinner began, Jerome got his info, the riddle factory ended…that being said, some good villain interaction and Harvey being amazing. The legion of horribles succeed in finding Jerome’s twin brother Jeremiah, the GCPD to put Jeremiah in protective custody, the Joker toxin has been created, Ed/Lee kiss while deciding to go rob banks, and Oswald recruits Butch in promising he could reverse his condition by finding Hugo Strange.

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monotonemanday · 7 years ago

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Our Days Divided - Mystic Messenger University AU - Chapter 3 Misunderstandings

Chapter 3! Y’all want a whole chapter of bickering? Because Samantha and Saeyoung have sharp tongues!!!

Enjoy!

“Uhhh, Hello? I’m looking for a…I don’t know if this is correct, it just says V? That seems weird to me though. V…That’s kind of scary if you think about it. Mysterious. Like what could it mean? Shit. I’m inner monologueing out loud. Uhm, is V here?” Samantha was walking around the large art room. It was empty and eerily quiet. Paint brushes were soaking, easels were stacked against the walls. She was glad no one had been around to hear her embarrassing herself. That was until she heard soft chuckling.

“Haha V is a pretty weird name, isn’t it? But it’s just a nickname. I’ll be out in a minute!”

Sigh. Great, she did make an ass out of herself. Honestly, she wasn’t surprised. She continued wandering around the room until she came across an easel with a medium sized canvas that someone clearly had been working on up until a few minutes ago. Sam was shocked and her eyes widened at the sight of the reference photo and what the painting had become so far. “Wow, V was it? This is beautiful! Do you know her by any chance?”

V had walked out from the back supply room with some acrylic paints. Samantha gulped. Great, this wasn’t just some art geek she had acted a fool in front of, it was Jihyun Kim. One of the prominent tuition kids. And he was hot. “I actually don’t know her. I just saw her in the courtyard earlier and couldn’t help but take her picture. Someone like that is definitely worth photographing. Plus I liked this particular photo so much I figured I’d try my hand at painting it.” The mint haired hottie settled in next to Samantha staring at the canvas for a couple of seconds in silence. “It’s coming along I think. Anyway, what can I help you with?” He stuck his hand out towards Samantha who gripped it for a light shake. “I’m-”

“Hot. No, Tim! Kim! I mean Kim! Jihot Kim. Jihyun! …oh my.” Samantha’s face was on fire, she hung her head in shame still lightly shaking the man’s hand. “What I meant is you’re Jihyun Kim…and I am a ridiculous human being.”

“No,” V had grabbed Sam’s chin and lifted her face to meet his eye line, “You’re Samantha Dae, and it’s very nice to meet you.” His smile was dazzling but due to her embarrassment, Sam was unphased. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, great. You already know who I am. This bodes well for me.”

“I assure you I’ve only heard good things.” V realized he was still holding onto Sam’s face and quickly released her. The two backed away from each other abruptly.

“Liz.” Sam broke the silence.

“Excuse me?”

“The girl in the photo and the painting. She looks like her friends would call her Liz.” Sam gave V a sideways smirk and in turn, a smile crept across his lips.

“My friend Jumin learned a new term and I think he may be right in his assumption that you, in fact, are a dime, Samantha.”

“That’s me. Ha ha…all the curves in all the right places ha ha…amirite?” She wished she could just stop talking. She had no control over what was coming out of her mouth. “I’m sorry you are just so tall, no, hot, no hard! No! Talented! You are just so talented and work so hard! Is what I mean to say. I admire you from the things I’ve heard.”

“Thank you, Samantha. I don’t know a whole lot about you, just that we have Econ together. And of course, the information that Jumin gathered on you from his scholarship kid research.”

Suddenly he became painfully unattractive. Scholarship kid research? She knew this was related to the group Kaeli was trying to form. Here she had scolded her friends for making assumptions about the tuition kids, and now she hears they were researching them like they had something to fear or be worried about? Like the had to prepare to deal with them as “untouchable’s”

“I’ll have to let him know that you have such a way with words.” V gave Samantha a chuckle and a light-hearted wink. He thought they were being friendly but suddenly the room got cold.

“Yup. I sure do. Anyway, here.” Samantha pushed a slip of paper into Jihyun’s chest. “I came here to ask if the art department could lend us these supplies and paint a few of these pieces for our next production. If not I’ll figure something else out. Thanks.” She turned coldly and sharply, briskly walking toward the door. V reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Samantha wait I-” Before she could turn around to release herself from his grip, someone had grabbed V’s own wrist and pulled it toward them.

“Don’t touch her. Not cool.” Saeran’s mint eyes sent a slight chill down V’s spine.

“Easy, Saeran. Down boy. Mr. Handsome doesn’t realize he’s insulted the lady. And I thought all rich kids had impeccable manners.” Saeyoung stood smirking in the doorway.

“Do you guys really have to follow me everywhere? You’re like a couple of leaches. Just drop it. Let’s go.” Samantha rolled her eyes and lightly stomped out of the art room. Irritated was an understatement. The twin boys shrugged at each other, Saeyoung saluted the mint-haired tuition kid, and the two followed after Samantha.

Samantha, Saeyoung, and Saeran were on their way to their part-time jobs. Samantha and Saeyoung, much to her demise and his pleasure, worked in the same small Record Shop. They sold new and vintage vinyl as well as comics and different odds and ends. Saeran worked a block away at a small local flower shop.

“So before that uncomfortable mess, what was that flustered trainwreck we witnessed?!?” Saeyoung elbowed Sam in the side.

“Ow! Cut it out!”

“But really Sam, I’ve seen you be dorky but that was Saeyoung level embarrassment. Like, you were possessed.” Saeran joined in on the teasing. He grabbed Samantha by the shoulders and began to shake her side to side, and back and forth. “Saeyoung! Get out of Samantha!!!”

“Hey!!! Stop shaking me and please watch your phrasing!” Saeran listened to her plea and let her go. She dusted off her shoulders.

“Yeah, Saeran. Watch your phrasing. Besides, Samantha would never let me inside of her.” The twins shared a smirk and a high five while Sam covered her ears.

“Stop! Oh my god. For the love of my sanity, please god. Stahp! That is so gross!!”

The three had reached the front of the flower shop.

“Alright bro, Have a good time at the shop. Don’t be afraid of the swarms of girls that come to flirt with you every day. They may seem scary but really all they’re after is your di-” Saeyoung was cut off by a swift elbow to the rib cage.

“Seven! Shut up! I am not spending a whole shift with you and your big mouth!” Samantha stepped in front of Saeyoung and gave Saeran a quick peck on the cheek.

“Sam! What the hell?! Quit kissing me with your gross chapped lips!.” Searan was rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks bright pink. Samantha gave him a sideways smile.

“Have a good day at work, Sae. And you know I can take care of myself, but thanks for stepping in earlier.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Saeran mumbled his barely audible response. He wiped his cheek and quickly entered the shop.

The day was moving so slow. Samantha was flipping through a comic leaning against the front counter. Saeyoung was leaning next to her messing with the iPod that hooked up to the PA system in the store.

“Pick a song, or a break the iPod, Tomato Head.” Seven narrowed his eyes at Sam. So that’s how it was going to be today? Alright. the game is afoot.

“Hey, Samantha, why do you dress like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like a character from a 90’s Anime.”

“Because it’s cute. Why do you dress like a pothead skater from the matrix?”

“I’m wearing jeans and a hoodie!!!”

“If that’s how you see it.”

“Whatever. Why is it so dead in here today?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Why? Hot date with one of your robots?”

“HEY! You’re just jealous because I’ve made robots so advanced that you CAN date them.”

The two continued to bicker, not noticing a black Mercedes Benz pull up out front. A driver opened the back passenger side door and let someone out. The bell to the shop chimed and Samantha and Saeyoung both gripping each other’s collars looked towards the door to find someone they could only assume the identity of. Jumin Han.

“Pardon me, I am just here to browse.” Jumin began to look around the small shop, his driver standing by the door.

“Yeah, man. Welcome in. Let us know if you need help with anything.”

Samantha watched him for a few moments. He was incredibly handsome. Sophisticated even in his casual wear. She expected him to have this haughty air about him but instead, he seemed so peaceful. Saeyoung broke her trance.

“Eye’s back in your head, man. Dude’s wearing a turtleneck tucked into pressed khaki pants. That 90’s aesthetic. It’s like he was made for you, nerd.”

“At least he puts effort into his wardrobe.”

“Samantha. Why must you hurt me so?”

“Because you’re irritating. Hey, do you want to do a little training after work today?”

“Nooooo! Vanderwood always yells at me.”

“That’s because you’re always messing around! Besides you need a lot of work if you’re going to beat me for the next physical trial exams.” Samantha knew that would push Saeyoung’s buttons.

“The only reason the great 707 lost to Smelly Sammy, was because the stats were rigged!!”

“Oh really? If they were rigged, why didn’t you just fix them yourself, hacker boy?”

“It’s called Integrity.”

“No, it’s called you have tiny biceps.”

“Just because you can do an insane amount of pull-ups doesn’t mean my biceps are small, She-Hulk! My muscles are huge!” Saeyoung’s glasses were fogging up he was in such a rage.

“Excuse me, but I like this. Is this what one would refer to as ‘witty banter’?” Jumin had stepped up to the pair and interrupted their incessant arguing.

“Well, my responses are witty. His are just noise.”

Jumin chuckled at Sam’s curt response. “Well I didn’t find what I was looking for but Miss Dae, I was hoping later you could meet with me to clear up a misunderstanding from earlier today.” He handed her a small business card. “Please call that number and let them know if you can make it.” Jumin didn’t say anything else. His driver opened the shop door and ushered him into the car.

“Well Sammy, looks like you are going to owe that guy, and the guy with the pastel hair, an apology.”

“And what makes you think that?”

“Well you assumed the worst of them 'researching’ us, but there’s no way I guy like THAT, so unfamiliar with basic human interaction, had any bad intentions. Besides…” Saeyoung confidently walked away from Samantha. “Didn’t that Jihyun guy say the super rich one called you a dime?”

Samantha rolled her eyes and dismissed her friend, unable, however, to hide the blush on her face. She took out her cellphone and dialed the number on the card.

Saeyoung was organizing some of the records that had gotten mixed up and Samantha ran by him, throwing on her jacket.

“Bye, Seven! Lock up tight! Don’t forget training! Tell Vanderwood I’ll be late. See ya! Love ya! Mwuah!” She lazily threw a kiss in his direction.

“Sam, what the hell?! You’re leaving me for some hot piece of trust fund ass?!” The words fell on deaf ears because she was already out of the door.

His back was facing the counter and he was cutting the stems for a specialty arrangement. His head was pounding. All he could hear was whispering and giggling from a group of girls huddled in the corner of the flower shop. They had been coming up to him for hours now, asking him ridiculous questions and attempting to flirt with him. Saeran kept his responses short and simple. This was an everyday occurrence. He didn’t understand why girls were constantly in the shop flirting with him. However he hated that even he had to admit, he looked pretty adorable in his work apron. People always flirted with Saeyoung but he was outgoing and super fit. Saeran was a bit scrawny and didn’t really interact with people. Samantha and Liz were always telling him how handsome he was but he just never thought much of it.

“Excuse me, handsome flower boy.”

He turned around prepared to deal with the customer, holding in his irritation but instead when he saw Samantha in front of him his eye’s lit up.

“Sam, what are you doing here?” Wait, why was he so excited? He was sweating internally. He had to push that excitement way down and bury it. Their friendship was super important to him and there was nothing worth jeopardizing it.

“So is this how popular you are every day. I had to fight my way through a sea of ladies just to get to the counter.”

“What do you want Samantha?”

“I need you to make me a really nice flower arrangement. For a peace offering. And then you and I are going to get dressed up. And deliver it to a very prominent trust fund kid at a very fancy high rise.”

Saeran let out a deep sigh and made his way to the back room of the shop. Samantha knew that was his way of saying fine, he’d do it. Samantha sat on a stool in the corner of the shop waiting for Saeran’s shift to end. She laughed at all the girls trying to flirt with him, and how dismissive he was. She even told some of the girl’s things they should say to him and pretended to help them flirt.

The shift had come to an end, and the sun was beginning to set. Saeran threw his apron on the counter and went to the back to retrieve the flowers he prepared. Samantha hung up his apron for him and waited outside.

“Alrighty, let’s get out of here and go deliver these I guess.” Saeran had shoved the flowers into Samantha’s arms and walked at a quick pace. Samantha looked at the flowers and took in their wonderful scent. The arrangement was beautiful and despite how much he acted indifferently, Samantha knew Saeran put a lot of effort into it. She picked up a light jog to catch up with him, now walking side by side.

“Whatever you say, flower boy.” Samantha holding the flowers, and Saeran with his hands in his pockets, both staring straightforward in comfortable silence, Shy smiles tugging at their lips.

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redstarbonky · 4 years ago

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tfatws ep 2 not-really-live liveblog (SPOILERS AHEAD! SPOILERS HERE! HERE BE SPOILERS!)

and i must reiterate again THERE ARE SPOILERS AFOOT

i can’t believe it’s only been a week! the suez canal fat boat incident has really slowed down the previous few days 🥴 something else different is that this is the first ep i’ve stayed up late to watch! hype hype hype!

anyway AAAAAAAAAAAAA I HOPE THERE’S SOME ZEMO. give me the bruhl. we only have six episodes...

i just appreciate this recap because SAM is in it and BUCKY is in it and TORRES is in it and SARAH is in it and WINTER SOLDIER is in it and oh hello john walker again

zipper shot...zipper shot...zipper shot...

i am open to john walker not being awful, i promise

is this his sister? friend? girlfriend? ok probably girlfriend

“they're gonna love you” ma’am..............have you looked at the fandom lately.............

they're doing the chorus girl thing to this guy! steve hated it too, john...steve hated it too

every time i see steve in the marvel intro i feel a little bit stabbed in the neck 🙃

THE SONG IS EVEN THE SAME. did they get a real band and flag team and dance team to do the performance?

is he not enhanced then? no serum? i find that hard to believe. eh, maybe he's doping

please i’m begging you to stop mentioning tony stark

BUCKY’S FACE...nooooo...literally looks like he's about to cry 😭

sam and torres my beloveds

sam 😭 pls 😭 i’m 😭 so 😭 upset 😭 about 😭 this 😭😭😭 *eternally shrieking*

androids, aliens, and wizards. sam is completely correct, that’s who they fight. they’re not on any of that friendly neighborhood spider-man business

bucky you’re a nerd, aren’t you

man sam haven’t you heard of the thousand yard stare? one of the most obvious PTSD symptoms that exists, observed even before we had PTSD as a diagnosis?? 😭

“no you’re not coming with me” said sam as bucky came with him anyway sdkfjsdjhbg

does torres know...about the...never mind

bucky: “i am juiced on experimental fascist serum, i am 100% sure i can survive this plummet into a forest”

redwing my beloved...

ahaha that little attempted swat :]

yeeeeaaaa white wolf nickname came back. sam’s “bwuh?” response to that made me giggle

sam just being casually cool as usual

SHHH GUYS THEY’RE COMING

[skyrim guard voice] “must’ve been my imagination” they really failed that spot check lol

alright get em lads! obtain hostage! ... that other truck should really be noticing them shouldn’t it

i immediately do not trust this girl but bucky switching off Business Mode to be polite to her is very nice and good

ok are these people ALL juiced on fascist serum? that’s a lot of juice?? WHERE DID THEY GET THE JUICE?? 🧃🧃🧃

NO REDWING!!!! REDWINDFKHNFGJHNFGJSDF AAAAAAAAAAA

redwing better be ok in the next ep.

john’s goofy grin was ok. not as good as steve’s tho. gotta say john has the “i used to play football in high school” look completely down pat. well done

bucky: [cattily hands the shield back]

JEEZ these fellas are made of iron

GO SAM! once again being casually cool

i just heard the shippers scream in delight at their roll in the goldenrods ahaha. honestly? this was probably the first hug bucky has had since steve ditched him. i don’t blame him for lingering a bit

lol do they have to just...traipse back through rural germany...

oh good their uber is here!

stop making fun of his PTSD symptom c’mon

sam is having none of this, clearly...

love how the last straw for bucky was hearing that hoskins has a dorky nickname. you’re one to talk, bucky

so, uh, supersoldiers...how's it hangin.

hmrhmhm if it were me, i would accept the homemade food politely, because if someone troubles themselves to MAKE food for me, i feel it would be rude to refuse, even if it were something i didn’t eat? i could give it to a family member or something instead? idk just seems rude for a guy giving them hospitality. hospitality is a near-universal virtue for a reason!

i feel like this villain group is really vague? i’m also waiting for HYDRA to be behind them all along

how this exchange went in my head bucky: “let’s do a crime...” sam, swatting him with a rolled-up newspaper: “no.”

sam being on the run with steve for two years...what did they actually do? did they hang out a lot? do some painting? fanfiction writers probably filled in that time already but i really wanna know

who is bucky’s mysterious acquaintance?!

sam is good with kids as usual...also that seems like a funny/sad dig at a lot of black heroes in comics having ‘black’ in front of their names. i don’t read a lot of comics but i sincerely hope they’re not still doing that

is this another amending? another name on the list? oh no...

jeez a whole lot happened in that scene :[ and a lot was implied! like, if the government had access to the serum in the 1950s, that creates some terrifying possibilities, especially if they were able to produce a great quantity. i hope isaiah is returned to eventually because his situation looked rough. he seemed pretty afraid of bucky but he stood his ground and didn’t sound afraid at all. his kid/grandkid/great-grandkid (idk he seemed really young) was very protective of him. it’s clear isaiah never told him about his run-in with the winter soldier but...it seems like he wasn’t totally surprised by isaiah’s outburst or super strength...aaa i’m dying to know more. pls marvel, go back and see them sometime

anyway yeah i can totally sympathize with why isaiah doesn’t want at all to tangle with whatever bucky has going on.

GO AWAY, COPS GO AWAY, COPS GO AWAY, COPS GO AWAY, COPS GO AWAY, COPS

[to the tune of “gidget goes to hell”] ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bucky goes to jail

john what are you doing?? “ya bucky is mine now” no????

we now know the therapist’s name! dr. raynor! finally!

lol this is actually couples’ therapy? the shippers just popped in a shower of confetti hehe (but tbh couples’ therapy techniques work for any pair of people who have to be in close contact a lot, not just romantic couples!)

the way sam grabbed bucky’s chair and bucky’s like “whoa ok~” the number of fanfics arising from that interaction alone will be enormous mother of mercy

i want to hide under my blanket ashfgdfhg my face is pulled back into some horrible rictus grin aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

oh no. OH NO

IM GONNA CRY

the feelings...jsndfkj.....kbnvnnm...

sammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

😭😭😭😭😭😭 *dissolves into sadness forever*

hopefully this’ll be that trope where the two bickering parties say they will finish their current task and then never talk to the other again, but after all they go through, they decide to stick together :V please. my happiness depends on this

GO AWAY COPS oh it’s just john

GO AWAY JOHN I’M NOT SURE HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU AND I’M VERY EMOTIONALLY WRECKED RIGHT NOW

i cannot help but like battlestar? idk?? he’s cool??? i feel like he and sam and bucky would get along like a house on fire?? if there weren’t all the *makes john walker-shaped gestures*???????? i can’t not think of battlestar galactica though

sam was way nicer about that mess than he needed to be! anyway they’re totally gonna fight aren’t they. maybe in episode 5 or 6. i think sam would win because he can fly. obviously that overrules everything else. like the fact that i still don’t know whether john is JUICED

so uhhh...HYDRA. are they gonna

THEY’RE GONNA GO SEE ZEMO. HE SAID IT. SAM SAID THE THING. SAM SAID THE THING. THIS IS NOT A DRILL

isn't this “lacrimosa”? that feels fitting

aaaaand there’s helmut!!!!! at last!!!!!!!!!! it’s been so long!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he’s stuck in what appears to be an ultra high security prison

i wonder what creepy/manipulative/douchebag stuff he’ll say! “ah, sam wilson. what is it they call you? the man-bird? and james barnes! what is it they call you? the war criminal?”

just realized i totally glazed over during the flag smasher escape scene i’m sorry guys you’re just really vague. got any pamphlets? literature? any theory i could read? i’m actually too stupid to read theory please don’t send me theory

and now to wait eternally for another week ugh. just drop an entire season so i can binge it!! netflix does this WHY CAN’T YOU

#tfatws #tfatws liveblog #tfatws spoilers #my posts

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1. Spotify, there’s more choice.

2. very messy

3. hazel (Brown and green)

4. Not really, it’s gender neutral and I’m kindve a girly girl

5. Friendzoned but uhhhh

6. Sad. Romantic. Creative.

7. Auburn

8. Can’t drive yet but I will be able to at the end of the year

9. Amazon

10. Whatever says “don’t mess with me”

11. Instagram

12. Twin sized

13. Little bro, 3 yrs younger

14. England cause it’s beautiful and my family/best friend is from there

15. I don’t use Snapchat for anything but edits, people kept trying to start streaks with me and it was annoying

16. I don’t wear makeup bc I look slutty but SeneGence looks cool on other people

17. Every day

18. Greys anatomy

19. 3 1/2 (yES I KNOW IM SMALL GET OVER IT)

20. *sigh*.....5’2. Done growing.

21. S A N D A L S 100% I HATE WEARING SOCKS

22. Yeah only sometimes

23. As long as it’s with my love I don’t care

24. I don’t have a wallet

25. Not wearing socks

26. Two, one to hold and one to sleep on

27. Not currently, I used to work at a preschool but I got busy with Theatre stuff

28. 20-25

29. I punched my brother once when I was 7. I don’t really have that much dirty laundry lol

30. Christmas ones

31. Ethan, Jake, David

32. Elisabeth, Diana, Millie

33. Lucas Grabeel from Switched at Birth (there’s one scene where he had to cry and he did A M A Z I N G)

34. Emilia Clarke

35. Zac Efron and also Sabrina Carpenter

36. The Sixth Sense

37. Yes, my favorite book is “I Have The Right To” by Chessy Prout.

38. brains cause you’d get to be a surgeon or something and make even more money

39. Aves, it’s what you guys call me😂

40. 2, once when I was born and once when I almost died when I was 6 of an allergic reaction

41. “Demi Medley” by Cimorelli, “Skyscraper” by Demi Lovato, “Helpless” from Hamilton, “You Belong with Me”, by Taylor Swift, “Dead Girl Walking” OG + Reprise, from Heathers, “Dark Side”, Kelly Clarkson, “Call it what you Want,” Taylor Swift, “Main Theme” from GOT, and “Shadows” by Sabrina Carpenter

42. Zoloft and Clairitin

43. hecc it’s dry I have eczema

44. Strange males, being considered a “slut” , a repeat of the reason I have PTSD....hECK

45. As many as I am allotted by the Lord, I want to have a big family

46. 2 pigtails

47. Um, well my parents are pretty well off, we live in a pretty big house. BUT IM NOT STUCK UP I PROMISE

48. Chessy Prout and also my therapist

49. That my smile is beautiful

50. “I’m watching Greys Anatomy, no Mom is not watching it with me”-me to my Dad, 2019

51. 10 I think

52. Red-hot BMW

53. It causes cancer, use weed or chewing tobacco instead

54. Not old enough to attend college yet

55. Mental Health Counselor

56. Suburb in a small town

57. Sometimes

58. Yeah, they’re kinda invisible but if you look closely I’m covered in freckles on the bridge of my nose

59. If it’s a happy picture

60. Almost 2000

61. Yes, when I went camping

62. Does anime count?

63. Wendy’s

64. Ketchup

65. T-shirt and shorts

66. Never been in one

67. Choir and Theater, also editing stuff

68. Only by hand, I’m so bad at digital

69. (hehe) yes I play guitar and piano

70. Taylor Swift! It was actually the same concert that is in the Reputation Documentary, if you hear VERY LOUD shrieking right before/after All Too Well that is me✌🏻

71. Tea cause...I’m from the south

72. Starbucks

73. YES OMG

74. E. H.

75. Hell yes my last name sucks

76. Royal blue

77. My love

78. Closed

79. I believe in spirits, but not necessarily ghosts like we see in movies

80. When people leave the door open at an uneven angle

81. My dad

82. Cookies & Creme

83. What are golden Oreos?

84. Rainbow sprinkles

85. Orange Clemson shirt for the football game

86. A quote

87. I’m not shy, but I’m not outgoing. I’m not scared of people I just don’t like to go out of my way to talk to them

88. nooooo I’m autistic hair touching is a HUGE sensory overload

89. Oh my gosh! Yes! They are the sweetest people ever!!

90. Yeah at night

91. on SUGAR!!! (hahahaha) no not on any drugs.

92. Got a little drunk on whiskey once... NEVER AGAIN

93. A Wispa bar

94. “No apologies, he’ll never see you cry, pretends he doesn’t know, that he’s the reason why, you’re drowning.”

95. Winter

96. Day, I’m scared of the dark

97. Dark Chocolate

98. December

99. Libra

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status?

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have?

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter?

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers?

do you go to the gym?

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing?

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do?

how many friends do you have?

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

whats your favorite candle scent?

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor?

favorite actress?

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie?

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

money or brains?

do you have a nickname? what is it?

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily?

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear?

how many kids do you want?

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

who is your role model?

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car?

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college?

what is your dream job?

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

do you have freckles?

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

have you ever peed in the woods?

do you still watch cartoons?

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce?

what do you wear to bed?

have you ever won a spelling bee?

what are your hobbies?

can you draw?

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw?

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married?

what color looks best on you?

do you miss anyone right now?

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve?

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor?

regular oreos or golden oreos?

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

what shirt are you wearing?

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors?

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high?

have you ever been drunk?

last thing you ate?

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter?

day or night?

dark, milk, or white chocolate?

favorite month?

what is your zodiac sign

who was the last person you cried in front of?

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altessah · 8 years ago

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Accidents Happen -- Chapter 10

Hey all! So it’s been another year, but I got back around to this fic.

It’s a mortal au where Nico has to deal with his feelings for Percy after Bianca’s death, when he returns to a public high school after being homeschooled. Then he meets Will and joins his band as a guitarist. Cue more feelings. Sorry to be so late on the update! AO3

“You look like death,” Will remarked on Friday afternoon as he jumped up Nico’s front stoop and breezed through the door. Autumn was beginning to settle in the trees, and a few dead leaves trailed after him as he hurried inside.

“Thanks,” Nico mumbled, following Will towards the basement. He could hear Connor and Travis tittering around on their respective instruments from upstairs.

“What’s up, man?” Will asked, a hint of concern in his voice. He was standing in front of the stairwell, purposefully blocking the way.

“Nothing,” Nico replied unconvincingly.

Will just raised an eyebrow and didn’t move.

Nico sighed. “Ugh, okay fine. I’m just… nervous about the gig. That’s all.”

Will looked skeptical at first, but seemed to decide to believe him. “Of course. I forgot you’ve never performed in front of a crowd before.”

“Yeah,” Nico replied, keeping his eyes downcast.

“Hey, it’s okay, man,” Will insisted, patting his shoulder with only a slight awkwardness. “You’re gonna do great. You’re an awesome guitarist.” He smiled cheesily.

“Thanks.”

With a pat on the shoulder, Will turned on his heel and hurried down the stairs.

The moment that Nico’s foot hit the last stair, the Stolls grabbed him by the arms and practically threw him to the ground, knocking his head on the floor in the process.

“Ow – Connor, what the hell?”

“WE”VE GOT HIM PINNED, SOLACE!”

“IT’S NOW OR NEVER, BUDDY!”

“WE CAN’T HOLD THE BEAST BACK MUCH LONGER!”

Will looked perplexed for half a second, and then he sighed. “Ahh. I forgot about this.”

“What? Will, what’s going on?” Nico strained to pull his arms out of Connor’s grasp, but the man had him thoroughly pinned. As if reading Nico’s mind, Travis sat on his feet.

Will offered a dramatic sigh. “You see, I got the text in third period. I somehow forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Nico demanded.

Shaking his head with intense solemnity, Will took out his phone, pulled something up, and then displayed it to Nico, whose eyes took a second to focus on the text message.

KATIE GARDNER SAID YES TO ME, BITCHEZ!!

Awww yeah now willy has to lick nico’s face!

Nooooo omg

His cheeks tinted slightly pink, Will put his phone back in his pocket and sighed. “Here goes nothing.”

As Nico struggled to pull out of Connor’s death grip, Will cracked all his knuckles and then his neck.

“Did you guys seriously mean that? Because I definitely do not remember you shaking on it. And let’s be real, if there’s not a handshake, then the bet didn’t happen. I don’t think that—”

Nico was interrupted by Will’s tongue sliding slowly across his cheek. He closed his eyes.

“You see? Easy.” Connor stood up and brushed his hands on his jeans. “Shall we practice?”

Travis stood up next, grinning ear-to-ear. “It’s been a good day.”

Will looked at the Stolls and sighed, before making uncomfortable eye contact with Nico. He offered him a hand. “Let’s practice, man. Also, you need to shave.”

Nico got up on his own and could not even let out a squeak.

As they played through the setlist, Nico found himself surprised at how good they sounded. While their first practices had mainly consisted of Nico being lost, Connor correcting Will’s pitch, and Travis trying to add cowbell to literally everything, the four of them had really pulled things together nicely. Nico’s fingers found the right chords without him needing to think about it, and Travis’s solos lasted the exact counts he was allotted—not twelve extra measures. Even Will seemed a lot more confident, letting one hand wave dramatically in the air instead of gluing it awkwardly to the microphone.

The other three seemed to be thinking the same thing as Nico, because they were all grinning and adding unnecessary dance moves and head bobs to their performances. As they finished up a rock rendition of Love Me Now, Will turned around and met Nico’s eyes, and flashed him a wide smile, his cheeks bright pink and his hair a little sweaty. Feeling his insides squirm a little, Nico smiled back.

By the end of the rehearsal, they were all a little jittery. They’d run through every song twice with minimal mistakes (Connor had forgotten a key change and Will said “goat” instead of “gloat”), but it felt weird to just call it a day. It was the last rehearsal before the gig.

Nico could tell that Will was panicking a little because he kept reading over lyrics on his phone and mumbling them quickly under his breath. After a while, Travis and Connor decided to head home for dinner, packing up their instruments and slapping Nico and Will on the back as they headed up. Significantly sweatier than before, Will quietly asked Nico if he could hang around and practice part of one song where his lyrics lined up with a guitar riff.

“Will, we’ve practiced this bit like fifty times,” Nico said, exasperated, half an hour later. “I think we’ve got it down.”

Will shook his head. “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I just feel like this is my worst bit.”

“But you’ve been playing it perfectly for the last twenty minutes!”

Will just scowled at the microphone. “I just know that this is what I’m gonna screw up.”

“Who says you’re gonna screw anything up?” Nico set his guitar down against the couch and collapsed, yawning into a cushion.

“I always screw up at least once,” Will stated. “And it’s always the part that I practice a million times. In the moment I just freak out and forget what I’m doing.”

Nico stretched and sat up. “Even if you do mess up, no one’s gonna notice. They’ll all be drunk off their asses.”

Will let his hand fall from the microphone. “You’re right.”

“Why are you so scared?” Nico asked after a moment, remembering Will’s confidence from earlier. “You’ve done this before, right?”

Will nodded slowly, walking away from the equipment to join Nico on the couch. He closed his eyes and put his head back on the cushion. “Yeah, I’ve done this stuff before. I guess it’s just never been this big of a crowd. And it’s never been people that are then gonna judge what I wear to school on Monday.”

“Seriously?” Nico laughed. “Why do you care what they think about your clothes?”

Will opened his eyes and turned to him. “Of course I care, Nico. It’s freshman year of high school. I have to care because I’m gonna be seeing them every day for the next three and a half years of my life, and they can make those three and a half years as awesome or as miserable as they want.” He put his head back down. “I just don’t want them thinking I’m a dweeb.”

“They’re not gonna think you’re a dweeb for messing up one verse.”

Will shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe not. But it still stresses me out, okay?” He let out a slow breath. “Whatever. I don’t expect you to get it, anyway.”

Nico looked at him. “What? Why?”

Will lifted his head again. “I don’t know, man. That stuff just doesn’t seem to get to you. You just let it roll off your back. People gossip and whisper about how you were homeschooled, and your family, and the whole thing with you and Percy—”

“There’s not a thing between me and Percy,” Nico cut in, his ears going red. His heart began to pound immediately. He knew people had found out. Someone had seen it and told someone else who’d told someone else. The whole school knew and thought he was some kind of creep who took advantage of drunk guys at parties.

“Whoa chill, I just meant the whole thing with your sister and all,” Will said, looking concerned. After a moment, his brow furrowed. “Wait, was there something else?”

Nico looked at the carpet. “No, sorry. I just… heard a rumor the other day.”

Unlike earlier, Will didn’t seem to buy his lie.

“Nico, what hap—”

“Nothing, Will. I don’t want to talk about it,” Nico huffed. He could feel that his face was beet red. “I get that you’re afraid of messing up and ruining your amazing reputation or whatever, but I can’t deal with this. I’ve got enough stress on my own about stuff that actually matters. I’m sorry I can’t run the same phrase with you a hundred freaking times.”

Will was silent for a minute, staring out into space. Nico didn’t look at him, just focused on the same stain in the carpet, trying not to think about the friendship he might have just ruined. After what felt like the longest silence, Will stood up, brushing off the seat of his pants.

“You know, Nico, I think you’d be a little less stressed out about stuff if you actually talked about things and didn’t just get mad when people don’t understand your depressing, complicated life.” He unplugged the microphone from the amp with more force than was necessary, and coiled the wire quickly around his arm. “It’s not that hard to open up, especially not to your best friend.”

He dropped the coiled wire on top of the amp and grabbed his backpack, still not making eye contact with Nico, who was still stuck to the couch, unable to find words.

“Thanks for having us over. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Nico sat in the same position for about an hour, unable to find the motivation to get up.

* * *

The next day felt like it lasted an eternity.

Nico hadn’t been able to fall asleep the night before, partially because he was freaking out about the fight with Will, and partially because the house was still freezing. He hadn’t seen his dad since his drunken breakdown, and Nico couldn’t find the courage to seek him out. At around 3:30 in the morning, he heard his dad stomping down the stairs, probably to get food or another beer, but Nico fell asleep before he heard him return. The next day, he woke up a little past noon, sweating through the fifty blankets he’d wrapped around himself to fall asleep.

For a moment, all he could focus on was getting out of bed so he could cool down, but the moment he was standing groggily in his underwear, everything came flooding back.

His dad was a mess. Will hated his guts. The gig was today.

With a groan, Nico fell back on the bed, pressing his eyes closed to try and block it all out.

A while later, when he got the courage to check his phone, he found nothing from Will, but was surprised by a text from an unknown number. A weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, he opened it.

Hey Nico—It’s Annabeth. I wanted to text you because Percy’s been freaking out about something that he thinks happened between you guys at that party the other day. He feels really bad and wants you to know that nothing was your fault. I 100% agree with him. Text me when you get this!

Part of Nico wanted to puke. He had secretly hoped that Percy would never remember the details of that night. Nico’s age old crush could remain a secret that could never get out to the school and ruin him. Annabeth would never know that Percy had unknowingly been unfaithful.

But another part of Nico was relieved. After all, this scenario was probably for the better. Percy remembered. He didn’t hate him. Annabeth wasn’t mad. Everything had worked out in the best way that it could have, without anyone getting horribly hurt. Nico felt his chest loosen up as he texted Annabeth back.

Thanks Annabeth. I’m sorry and I don’t blame him either.

He pressed send and immediately let out a heavy breath. Trying not to think about Will, he threw on some clothes, brushed his teeth, and headed down to get food.

When he passed his father’s room, he was surprised to find the door open. His dad always closed the door, even if he wasn’t inside. Nico could hear his loud snores from the other end of the hall. Nervously, he padded over and peered inside. His dad was passed out, face down on his bed, with what looked like a photo album beside him. A plate with half a pancake and some syrup was on his nightstand. There was still a light on.

While he was still concerned, Nico was relieved that his dad wasn’t still in that grimy white t-shirt and that there weren’t any empty bottles by the bed. Grabbing the dirty pancake plate, Nico headed downstairs.

The rest of the day was incredibly uneventful. He packed up his guitar and picked an outfit for that night. He took a long shower, shaved (per Will’s suggestion), and blow dried his hair so it wouldn’t be too flat. Connor texted Nico that he could pick him up at around 10:15.

Are you picking up Will too?

Nah he said he’d just walk. He lives really close

Nico felt his stomach tighten, irrationally wondering if Will was avoiding him. He wanted more than anything to text and apologize, but he just couldn’t find the courage. Will could still be angry. He should give him space.

That decision didn’t keep Nico from obsessively checking his phone over the course of the next few hours, pleading and pleading for something from Will. Nick Lantoya added him on Facebook to formally invite him to the event, but that was about it.

“Hello Ladies and Gents! I’m pleased to invite you to what’s going to be the craziest event of the homecoming season! Are you fed up with teachers? Sick of homework? Exhausted from the pain that is living a grueling teenaged life? Then join us at 1300 Griggs St. after the homecoming dance to celebrate our spectacular loss at the game last night! We’ll have food, some live music, and all the booze you can ask for… provided you bring $5. Can’t wait to see you sick bastards there!!”

There were close to two hundred people who said they were coming to the event, and Nico felt his palms begin to sweat as he scrolled through the list, recognizing some of Percy’s friends and not too many others. Sure enough, Percy and Annabeth said they were coming too, and the thought of them watching Nico perform made him feel nauseous again. He decided to wait to eat until dinner.

By the time that Nico got around to microwaving some leftover pizza, he’d heard his father moving around his room upstairs and the shower turned on. At around seven, his dad finally came downstairs.

“Mornin,” he joked, striding into the room and making a beeline for the fridge.

“Hey,” Nico replied in a mumble.

“Sleep well?” his father asked. “Sorry I had the thermostat so cold.”

“I’m used to it.”

His father grabbed a slice of pizza and plopped down at the table, eating it cold. He eyed Nico curiously, as if trying to gauge if he was mad. Nico pretended not to notice and chewed his crust.

“You’ve got a performance tonight, as I recall.”

“Yeah,” Nico said. “We’re playing at one of Travis’s friend’s homecoming parties.”

“Ahh, so it’s homecoming weekend then. Was the game last night?”

“Yeah, we lost.”

“Too bad,” his father said with a dramatic sigh. “And the dance is tonight then. Are you going?”

Nico laughed a little. “Nah, it’s not really my kind of thing.”

“But you could’ve gone with that Will boy! And your other friends of course.”

“We all just wanted to get ready for the gig,” Nico stated, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“I understand.”

His dad chewed his pizza thoughtfully for a moment. Nico checked his phone for the billionth time. Nothing from Will. He let out another heavy breath.

“Well, good luck then,” said his father. “Do you need a ride?”

“Connor’s taking me.”

“Okay.” He smirked. “If you need a ride back—for any reason—please let me know.”

Nico felt his ears get a little warm. “Okay.”

He could tell his father wanted to talk more, but thankfully, he got the message and left Nico to obsessively check his phone. The next three hours felt like a millennium; yet, when Connor’s headlights shined through the living room blinds, Nico still felt like he needed more time to emotionally prepare. He and Connor loaded the amps into the van, and after Nico shouted goodbye to his dad, they were on the road.

“You nervous?” he asked Connor after a long silence. The radio was playing a Fall out Boy song that they were going to play later.

“Yeah, a little,” admitted Connor. “I think I’m just gonna get a little buzzed before we go on so I won’t overthink anything.”

Nico frowned. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Connor grinned. “I’ll be fine, don’t you worry your skinny little neck.”

Slightly more anxious than before, Nico sat back and shut up for the rest of the ride.

When they got to the house, Nick Lantoya greeted them at the door, grinning widely and clapping their backs harder than was entirely necessary.

“I’m so glad you guys are here! You’re gonna be a huge hit, I just know it!” He gripped each of their shoulders (Nico had a sneaking suspicion he was using them as a crutch), and led them into his kitchen.

His house was pretty big. Not as big as Nico’s but it could definitely hold two hundred people. Some of Nick’s buddies were in the kitchen, blaring some rap music while they poured different colored liquids into a huge cooler. Some of it splashed over the side, and Nico saw that it was a deep, bluish-greenish color.

“The stage is out back, so you can go ahead and get set up,” Nick told them. “We’ve got an extension cord running behind the stage with a huge power strip. Let me know if you need anything else. The drum set is already set up.”

“Where’s Will?” Connor asked.

One of the guys stirring the juice chuckled. “Your boy’s in the bathroom. Has been for the last ten minutes.”

Another guy with muscles bigger than his head laughed. “That kid’s an idiot. I think I love him.”

All four of them laughed, and Nick smiled at Will and Connor. “He should be good by eleven thirty. He just got a bit of a head start.”

“Puke and rally,” one of the guys mumbled, and the others nodded in agreement.

“Oh jeez,” Connor mumbled under his breath, heading for what must have been the bathroom.

Nico didn’t move, just stared at the guys as they poured more weird liquids into the cooler, rapping along to the loud music. Some of the cabinets behind them were zip-tied shut. So was the fridge. What did they mean about Will getting a head start? Nico thought, beginning to panic. Puke and rally? Is he okay?

As if answering his question, Will practically exploded into the room, an empty can falling from his hand onto the ground. Just as Nico turned, Will slipped a little on the floor and nearly collided with him as he went in for a huge bear hug.

“Nico!” Will shouted in his ear. “My man! The lord, the legend! What is up?”

Thoroughly startled, Nico pulled away from the hug, staring at the stain on the collar of Will’s black shirt. Nervously, he asked, “Hey Will, how are you?”

“I’m doing good, my man.” He let out a loud, long burp, accidentally kicked his left foot with his right, and started to collapse, so that Nico and Connor had to grab him by the arms to keep him upright. The other guys watched from the kitchen and laughed.

As they dragged a babbling Will around to sit on the couch, Connor met Nico’s eyes and shook his head, his eyes seeming to say something along the lines of ‘we’re screwed.’

“What happened?” Nico asked quietly, trying not to blush as Will mumbled something about shiny hair and started touching Nico’s bangs.

“He’s wasted, man,” Connor said solemnly, snatching an unopened beer from Will’s hand. “Half an hour before people even get here, and our lead singer’s absolutely shitfaced.”

Will grasped Nico’s hand and held it tightly, his eyes closed and his head thrown back. He smelled like puke.

“What are we gonna do?” Nico asked Connor, staring at his hand in Will’s.

Connor sighed and shook his head. “There’s nothing we can do but set up the stage and keep this one away from the Natty Light.” He took a napkin and started to dab at the stain on Will’s shirt. He looked over at Nico like a resigned parent. “The show must go on, I guess.”

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackson #pjo #my writing #accidents happen

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ssherlock · 8 years ago

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MagicCon 2017 Experience + meeting Loo and Andrew

Sooo, since I’m back home again, I thought I’d quickly write everything down, otherwise I might forget something and I don’t want that lol

so if you want to read how it was meeting loo brealey and andrew scott, I’m putting it under the cut :) + pictures, because who doesn’t love pics lol

and if you only want to read the book story (so how loo reacted when I gave it to her) skip to sunday!!

okay so magiccon 2017 was in bonn for the weekend.

FRIDAY

I got there on friday, waited for my bestie - who was taking a train there, while I flew in - and then we went to the con together.

we got our tickets and went in, easy peasy

the con was held in this hotel and wasn’t really big when it came down to merch or whatever. it was basically a con full of lectures and panels, which was cool too, but yeah, kinda missed the merch. I didn’t even buy anything :(

at 6pm or something, the opening ceremony started. mark ferguson was the host of the entire magiccon panels so he did the opneing ceremony as well and it was freaking amazing.

loo and andrew were the last and I basically died right there and then when first loo, then andrew came on stage.

it was really just a small thing to get all the actors on stage.

afterwards, andrew had his first panel and oh my god, that guy is so fucking intelligent. like, while the answers of others were always so general, he really went way deeper and I loved it.

also, since he’s playing moriarty, I would’ve expected him to be so different, but he’s the cutest bean E V E R.

There was a party afterwards but my bestie and I were way too tired from the flight/train trip so we decided to have a good nights rest instead.

SATURDAY

okay so saturday was stressful as fuck.

loo had her panel at 10am, which wasn’t the stressful part. it was actually pretty good! since it was so early, not a lot of seats in the hall were taken.

our tickets were basically right at the back so that was pretty shitty, but this woman came up on stage and she was like

“well, why are you all sitting so far at the back? come on, come closer!”

so I basically sprinted towards the front and got a seat in the second row

SECOND FUCKING ROW FOR LOO BREALEY

I died people, I died.

anyways, she was the cutest person ever and the first question was something like “what’s your life philosophy and what could be molly’s life philosophy?”

and her answer to that was “Oh wow, it’s so early. To be honest, I expected the first question to be ‘how was it like to kiss benedict cumberbatch’”

and I laughed so hard oh my god, she’s the best.

but yeah, her panel was fucking awersome and I loved it.

right after loo, emilie de ravin had her panel and we decided to stay in the second row. again, really sweet panel and a really great woman.

then andrew had his panel and since people were about to claim their rightful seats in the second row, we had to go back a few lol. but still, really awesome panel again and I can only repeat it, he’s so fucking sweet, just wow.

now, the stressful part began.

since I had the book for loo, I waited in line to get into the room where they gave out the autographs.

I waited in line at least two fucking hours.

the autograph session started at 2pm and ended at 5pm.

at 4pm, I wasn’t even close to the door.

a woman came up to me and said that they had to shove in the day tickets first, so if you had a weekend ticket, like me, you were basically fucked.

so then I talked to her and was like ‘listen, if you can guarantee that I can get in tomorrow, it’s fine. But I need a guarantee for it.’

and she was like, oh yeah sure, just go in tomorrow, it’ll be relaxed.

so that was that, i decided to go to the autograph session for sunday.

oh btw, I almost forgot, andrew wasn’t in that room with the others, he was sitting somewhere else, giving out autographs, so I at least managed to get one from him.

and the first thing he said was that he liked my hair and I just dyed it dark on thursday and was still unsure about it and then he said that and every single doubt about my hair was gone lolol.

he has the cutest smile ever and I died :’)

so yeah, after all that, my bestie and I went back into the panel room and watched tom wlaschiha’s panel, which was A MA ZING honestly

that guy is freaking fantastic and he was so happy to be able to talk german for once, it was great!!!!

at 5pm, andrew then had his photoshoot.

it went rather quick, which was good and when he saw me he grinned and said “Oh there you are!”

HE FUCKING REMEMBERED ME AND I BASICALLY DIED RIGHT AT THE SPOT, THANK YOU ANDREW FOR KILLING ME :’)

an hour later, loo had her shoot.

at this point, I was so fucking nervous that I can basically not remember a thing about it anymore lol.

I know that she looked so fucking cute and her head was against mine, but that’s seriously it. Like I can’t remember anything else lol.

those are the pictures:

afterwards, we watched the costume contest (or as I like to call it, the witcher contest - seriously guys, so many witcher costumes). fucking amazing as well.

SUNDAY

now, here’s the most important day for me lol

the autograph session on sunday was about to be from 10am - 13pm

we got there at like 9.20 or something, just to make sure.

then we waited in line and since my ticket number was over a thousand, I had to go to a different line again, because the people who had tickets under a thousand would come first.

so basically I was starting to panic because so many people were in the line under a thousand and then they said that everyone who had tickets for an autograph for someone that isn’t loo or tom could go in.

so I was like, well, fuck.

I talked to so many people and I was getting angrier by the second, because basically, if you had a higher number, you were fucked and it wasn’t even your fault.

so at one point it’s like 12.15 and I’m about to cry because I’m still not inside. this woman who I talked to numerous times over the last hours comes up to me and she’s like

‘you only want to see louise, right?’

I told her yes and then she decided to let those people who were over a thousand and who wanted to see loo, in.

SO THEN AFTER 3 HOURS OF WAITING I FINALLY GOT INTO THE AUTOGRAPH ROOM.

everyone’s waiting in line for loo and tom and at this point I’m just so happy that I got in lol.

it didn’t take too long before it was my turn.

I was pretty okay at that point.

she asked where I came down from and was super surprised when I said munich because of my accent. She said she had suspected me to come from chicago or something.

then she asked what I’m doing in munich and I told her that I’m studying translation.

when she started writing my autograph, I tell her that I have a surprise for her and she’s like ‘well don’t surprise me while I’m writing or I’ll mess this up.’

and then the book got stuck in my back and I panicked so hard.

seriously I almost had a breakdown. and she was like ‘no, take your time, it’s fine!’ even though so m,any people waited in line behind me.

thankfully enough, my bestie was right next to me and managed to get it out.

then I gave it to her and she was so fucking surprised you guys.

since my bestie recorded the entire thing, I’ll just post the conversation and what happened exactly. (apart from the things that I can’t hear in the vid lol)

Me: some of your fans made this for you, some letters and other things.

Loo: am I going to start crying? (she looked so fucking surprised you guys and so touched.

- then she starts flipping through the book -

Loo: Oh my god.. nooooo.. nooo, I’ll cry

- still flipping through the book -

Loo: oh my godness me.. bloody hell

- then she came across a page where someone had written something about loo being her role model -

Loo: well you wouldn’t have said I was a role model this morning when I shouted at someone for not (can’t understand that part lol)

- at this point, she suddenly stands up and I’m so fucking confused, like what’s happening and then she says the words that surprised me the most, especially because the rules of this con were ‘no hugs’

Loo: come on, give me a cuddle. - she reads through some lines of the book while getting up - awwww

- then, when she stood up, she might crying noises and gave me such a tight and long hug, I was seriously not expecting a hug like that.

Me: nooo, don’t cry. we just wanted to give something back for all the shit you’ve gotten over the last few months.

- then I rubbed her back to comfort her and then she did the same with me and in the background you could hear a guy going - “Uhm.. okay?” hahaha, loved that part

Then loo said something about reading through it later, I mean, there were so many people waiting so I completely understood

AND THEN SHE FUCKING ASKED ME IF I WANTED TO TAKE A LITTLE PHOTO

ANOTHER POLICY OF THIS CON

NO PHOTOS UNLESS YOU PAID FOR THEM

AND SHE FUCKING ASKED ME FOR ONE

but like, the most embarassing part of that, was that my bestie filmed everything with my phone in secret (BECAUSE FILMING WAS ALSO NOT ALLOWED, what the fuck was this con right)

and she and I just looked at each other for a sec like

‘we’re screwed’

but thankfully, pia gave me HER phone earlier so I took it out of my jacket and gave it to her and was like

‘take my phone!’

and you could see loo looking at all the other people who waited in line and even though she probably shouldn’t have done all that, she still did and I basically died that she’d do all that.

then she thanked me over and over again and and I told her to enjoy her day and I went on

only a few meters though because I realized that I forgot my autograph and hahahaha I ran back and i was like ‘shit, I think I forgot my autograph’

and she laughed and handed it to me and was like ‘yep, just realized that’

then I thanked her again and went on and basically the rest of the day was fucking amazing because loo brealey is the most awesome person in the world and she loved the book

now, in case you all needed confirmation that she did indeed read the book, I posted the tweet earlier, but that’s what she tweeted:

so not only did she read the book that night, she thanked us PERSONALLY.

idk, if that isn’t the most amazing woman you know, then I’m lost.

so yeah.

in conclusion, she was the most amazing person in the world, making that book for her and giving something back for once was the best thing ever and I’m really glad we could make her happy.

again, thanks to everyone who took part in it. you made this a lot more special for loo!

THANK YOU!!!

#louise brealey #magiccon 2017 #personal

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aspiratixxn · 4 years ago

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Ink spills on your skin (3/?)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: None at the moment

Summary:

If the perfect blank canvas walked in, wouldn’t you want to paint it too? Or in which one Wei Wuxian colors the entire world of one Lan Wangji.

Start from the beginning [AO3]

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Wei Wuxian is a dead man (again) but this time because A-Yuan wandered off into the marketplace as he was looking over fresh grown fruits and vegetables.

It’s a Saturday morning and Saturday mornings are farmer’s market mornings. The street three blocks down closes over a mile stretch and is filled with stalls from morning to afternoon. These mornings are the only ones when Wei Wuxian gets up at an ungodly hour, determined to get the best fruits and vegetables and whatever else anyone can offer. Usually they end up with a lot of really fucking good yogurt and bread and olive oil. One of their favorite things to do is sample everything and Wei Wuxian always, always caves to whatever A-Yuan wants.

Ah, being a parent is hard. But of course he wouldn’t give it up for anything in the universe, not even if the heavens themselves demanded. He’d rather have his middle finger up and walk backwards into hell carrying A-Yuan.

Hence why he might be in a full on panic looking for his son. He had flung some peaches unceremoniously at the vendor as soon as he realized, a screech emerging from his throat that left the vendor in complete shock.

“A-YUAN!” Wei Wuxian uses his honed gifts to dodge patrons and dogs underfoot with unerring accuracy as his eyes scan the clothes of every child. A-Yuan insisted on wearing his bright red hoodie today and you would think that might make it easier to find him but it feels like everyone is wearing red (even though they clearly aren’t). “A-YUAN?!”

His throat closes, heart pounds, hands clench. Okay, okay, he couldn’t have gotten far right? He’s just a kid and he’s a good kid, not like Wei Wuxian who used to run off with Jiang Cheng in hand. Of course he had never left the sight of his shijie so. There’s that. Wei Wuxian knows he’s wheezing, looking manic as he desperately tears through the crowd. Only to hear crying. He knows that crying, he knows it all too well. That’s his A-Yuan and he doesn’t even bother trying to be polite as he shoves people out of the way and comes to the center of the gathering crowd, where A-Yuan clutches to someone’s leg full on sobbing.

“A-Yuan!!” Wei Wuxian crouches down and his hands are flying, pulling A-Yuan’s little chubby face towards him. He must look scary, he knows, because A-Yuan just cries louder, trying to bury his snotty, tear streaked face into the pants of the stranger. “A-Yuan, you can’t just leave me like that! You know our rules!” But the relief that washes through him is so strong, all he can do is sit down on the pavement with his hands on A-Yuan’s face. Wei Wuxian himself is very close to tears. “Ah,” he rasps, shifting his hands to around A-Yuan’s shoulders and pulling him back gently from the stranger’s pants. “I’m so sorry, he’s usually not like this and I don’t know why he’s clinging to you because he never clings to people he doesn’t know and-” He looks up and all at once whatever he was going to say, whatever breath he was going to breathe is stuck in his throat.

It’s Lan Wangji. Pretty, pretty Lan Wangji who looks beautiful even when stricken with discomfort.

Aw, fuck . “A-Yuan, come back here, don’t bother that gege.” A-Yuan relents marginally, scooting a little closer to Wei Wuxian. The only caveat is that he pulls Lan Wangji’s leg with him, looking for the world like he didn’t intend on letting go anytime soon. “Ah, I’m so sorry he- I-” This is far too many emotions for a Saturday morning and Wei Wuxian ends up sighing, right there on the floor and leaning over to rub at A-Yuan’s face with his sleeve. “A-Yuan, come on. Let me pick you up, c’mon bud.”

Lan Wangji, to his credit, has stopped looking so startled and has attained a look of only slight annoyance, mixed with something Wei Wuxian might even call fondness. Maybe. A-Yuan finally allows Wei Wuxian to pick him up and bounce him, cooing quietly and kissing his cheeks. The crowd has dispersed now that the story has an ending, most mothers murmuring among themselves. Though he swears he hears something about how a young single dad like himself is so whatever to be doing this, Wei Wuxian has never been anything but grateful for the introduction of A-Yuan into his life.

Wei Wuxian is not embarrassed. He’s not. He was scared out of his goddamn wits that he had lost his son so it makes sense as to why his heart is pounding and his face is red and he’s having a hard time speaking at all. It’s definitely just panic settling down, nothing else. “So uh, thanks. For um. Finding. Him!” He lightly head bumps A-Yuan who has taken to sucking on his thumb again. “Hey, hey, no no. Your hand is dirty, you touched the ground.” He gently extracts the thumb from A-Yuan’s mouth and ohhhhh nooooo. “A-Yuan, no, don’t cry, shhhh.” But it’s too late, A-Yuan is already crying again, wailing pretty much.

Now he’s stuck because he can’t just let A-Yuan suck on his floor hand but he also doesn’t have any of his usual wet wipes, having finished them and needing to get some more from the store. Wei Wuxian hums quietly instead, holding A-Yuan close to his head so his cheek is smushed against A-Yuan’s forehead. He needs to go sit down, somewhere that’s not in the middle of a crowd.

“Thank you, again, seriously.” He turns to Wangji who has remained standing there, frozen solid. “I uh, I’ll treat you to something. Lunch, if you want. Anytime. I uh, I’m just. Just gonna. Go sit. There.” And then he weaves through the crowd, finding a spot on the curb behind a booth. A-Yuan is still sniffling and crying but he’s calmed down a little at least. “A-Yuan, A-Yuan, are you okay? Does it hurt?” He shakes his head and Wei Wuxian breathes a little easier. He’ll get Wen Qing to look him over later.

He doesn’t even notice a pack of wipes until the plastic crunches against his shoulder. He glances up and it’s Lan Wangji, holding them out. He doesn’t look judgemental, just concerned by the slight furrow of his brow. Wei Wuxian accepts the wipes gratefully, pulling out one and wiping A-Yuan’s face gently, kissing his cheeks and his forehead and his nose until he’s giggling quietly. Lastly, he wipes his hands and when A-Yuan makes to suck on his thumb again, he doesn’t stop him.

Wei Wuxian kind of feels like jelly now, arms and legs melting as he sighs. “Thanks. I needed those.” He passes the pack back but Lan Wangji shakes his head, pushing them back.

“Keep them.” Wei Wuxian looks up with wonder and takes the wipes, sticking them into his mini backpack that holds all of A-Yuan’s things. It’s just a little black and red bag, stitched with little animals, most notably rabbits, bounding across. Wangji again looks almost fond, if Wei Wuxian didn’t know any better. He also notes that Wangji is staring at A-Yuan like he’s never seen a child before.

“Ah, um, this is my son.” A-Yuan sits, curled up on his chest with big eyes. Wei Wuxian kisses his forehead again and feels so much pride and love. “A-Yuan, say hi to gege here.” A-Yuan does as requested, waving a hello with his free hand. Wei Wuxian laughs, pinching his chubby little cheeks.

The sun shines through the trees as a breeze ruffles through the leaves. It blows some of Wei Wuxian’s hair out of its bun and into his face and A-Yuan reaches up to grab the fly aways, giggling. Okay. Now he can breathe and everything is good again. So he looks up and his storm grey eyes meet ones of melted gold and he smiles, brighter than the sun. “Let me thank you with lunch or something.” Wangji seems to begin to decline, a slight shake of his head as he begins to gather his own groceries (which Wei Wuxian hadn’t even noticed before). “Please, I insist.”

Wangji hesitates and that’s how he knows he’s got him. “I know the perfect place, it serves the best sandwiches!” He sets A-Yuan on the ground and grabs his bags with one hand, the other holding firmly onto his son’s. “C’mon!”

Lan Wangji couldn’t tell you what compelled him to follow Wei Wuxian as he strolled down the block to a little coffee shop-esque place. He did have to admit that even walking through the door, the place smelled divine. Freshly baked bread and coffee and just a hint of floral something floated through the air. It was quiet too, with a mix between small families and young friends out together enjoying the sunshine.

Wei Wuxian had already plopped his son down at a table, crouching and whispering very firmly for A-Yuan to stay put . He gestures vaguely for Wangji to put his stuff down and then approaches the front counter with a cheery wave. The staff seem to know him and the cashier raises a hand for Wei Wuxian to high five. It makes Wangji feel like an outsider, like he’s intruding in a space he shouldn’t. But he does as requested, setting his things aside and approaching the counter himself.

“... And you wouldn’t believe it all! But all’s well that ends well.” The cashier laughs, a boisterous sound, while ringing up what Wangji assumes is a regular order. He looks up to stare at the small menu, covering only two blackboards with beautiful, neat script. He settles on a caprese sandwich and murmurs it quietly to the cashier who nods. “Would you like chips or a salad as a side?”

“Salad.”

“Is raspberry vinaigrette okay with you?” A nod. Wei Wuxian hands over his card. “Alrighty, we’ll have that out to your table in a jiffy!” Wei Wuxian winks as he’s taking the number car and returns to the table, Wangji only barely trailing behind.

This man is a whirlwind, always moving. It’s exhausting. Wangji really just wants to go home, put his groceries away and sit down with his guqin. But he doesn’t, instead taking a seat across from Wei Wuxian who pulls out some paper and crayons for A-Yuan who had started to look fidgety.

“So, I heard you guys just moved into town. How do you like it? Are you here for school or for work? Just to live here?” Wangji sighs.

“School.”

“Oh! Where do you study? No wait, let me guess… You study at Yunmeng university! Or maybe Qinghe?”

“Yunmeng.”

“Oho! So an artist then. Or a musician. Sculptor? Photographer?”

“Musician.” How does one man talk this much?

“Hey that’s cool!” Wei Wuxian grins and leans across the table a little closer. “What do you play? I used to play a little of the flute myself but I haven’t in a while. I used to go to Yunmeng too, I studied art and design.” A flicker of disappointment. “But uh, I never finished so I guess that was a waste of time. Yu- furen always liked to tell me that.”

“Not a waste.” Wangji knows that much at least, eyes tracing all the art on his skin and mind thinking back to the roughly drawn design for his brother’s tattoo. He would never consider Wei Wuxian’s talent and skill a waste. It was beautiful.

“Oh! Um, thanks. I uh, try really hard.” He chuckles, nervous, and Wangji feels a pang in his chest. He prefers when Wei Wuxian sounds light and airy. Being nervous and shy doesn’t suit him. “A-Anyways, um, maybe you could play sometime? There’s this little space that me and my friends like to visit and it’s quiet and we play there. Just kinda jam I guess. You could join us! And my shijie likes to make food and we have a little get together party thing and it’s fun! Mingjue, my friend’s brother, is usually there so I assume that your brother might come to the next one too?” Wangji sours, eyes clouding over as he curls his lip slightly. He still thinks it’s wholly ridiculous for his brother to have gotten into a relationship with the neighbors just like that. And then to dive in so deep as to get matching tattoos within the week?? Foolish. Xichen is not a fool though, he is incredibly intelligent, often noticing things before Wangji himself does. The troublesome thoughts must show on his face because Wei Wuxian retracts his offer as quickly as he gave it. “You don’t have to of course! Just, if you want, I thought I’d offer but uh, no pressure. You really don’t have to.” He looks like he’s been scolded and Wangji feels guilt.

“I’ll come.” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open and it makes Wangji’s lips quirk up in the tiniest of smiles. The cashier brings over three plates of food, two sandwiches and some chicken nuggets for A-Yuan. He slaps Wei Wuxian on the shoulder and laughs as he retreats and Wangji finds that he does really like the way that Wei Wuxian is surrounded by laughter and joy. He might find it obnoxious if it was anyone else but it’s soft and gentle from Wei Wuxian.

A-Yuan takes a nugget and dips it before biting into it. He doesn’t talk with his mouth full at least but he does start babbling a bit after he swallows, saying, “Gege! Want one?” He offers it first to Wei Wuxian who takes a bite and bops his nose before turning to offer it to Wangji. He has those big earnest eyes and Wangji finds it more difficult than anticipated to shake his head no and take a pointed bite of his own sandwich (which really is delicious wow). A-Yuan pouts and starts to protest but Wangji shakes his head again.

“Do not speak when eating.” A-Yuan pulls back, not hurt but curious rather. He looks to Wei Wuxian who shrugs and nods. A-Yuan mirrors that nod to Wangji and sits quietly, dipping his nuggets and his carrots.

“Ah, Wangji-xiong you’re so stiff.” Lan Wangji does not reply, instead taking another pointed bite. Wei Wuxian pouts and Wangji nearly chokes on his bite, he’s cute? He’s really cute? Wei Wuxian is quick to offer some water. “Don’t die on me!”

Wangji shoots him an irritated glance, taking the water and sipping at it. He clears his throat. “Thank you.”

“Of course!” Warm smiles. Wangji feels kind of like he’s been basking in the sun for hours. It’s a lot, but perhaps not in a bad way.

Lunch ends a bit sooner than either of them might like and they stand in front of the store. The sun has risen high, the heat nearing unbearable. The market is in full swing, bustling far more than in the morning with bodies bumping against each other. Wangji has already gotten everything he wanted but by the crestfallen look on Wei Wuxian’s face, he’s missed out on something. And he was right, hearing the other man groan.

“Ah, I missed out on getting strawberries.” He sighs, shifting his bag to his other hand and taking A-Yuan’s again. “Oh well, sorry bud. We’re going strawberry-less this week.” A-Yuan puffs up in a pout, pulling on Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Bud we should go home, gege has work later. You’re gonna go play with A-Ling, isn’t that gonna be fun?”

Lan Wangji has no idea who A-Ling is but A-Yuan lights up like a christmas tree. “Yay! Yay yay yay! I’m going to play with Ling-ling! Gege, can we go soon? Can we go right now??” A-Yuan has started to bounce up and down, taking Wei Wuxian’s arm with him.

“We have to go home and put things away first! A-Yuan, A-Yuan! C’mon bud.” Wangji suppresses a smile as Wei Wuxian ruffles his son’s hair. “I guess this is where we’ll say bye but ummmm, our next little party session is tomorrow, if you wanna join? Here-” He pulls out his phone and presents it to Wangji with a new contact page. “Put in your number and I’ll text you the info. You don’t have to come, just. If you want to.” But there’s that hopeful undertone and Wangji doesn’t want it to end in disappointment. So he taps his name and his number and passes the phone back.

Wei Wuxian tucks it away and turns that brilliant, lovely smile on him again and Wangji doesn’t want it to stop. “I’ll see you later Wangji-xiong!”

“Mn.” Except he can’t leave because A-Yuan has crossed over to hold Wangji’s pants as he’s holding Wei Wuxian’s hand.

“A-Yuan, we have to go. Gege has his own place too.” But A-Yuan stubbornly shakes his head, determinedly clutching both of them. Wei Wuxian would throw up his hands in exasperation if he had any free and Wangji doesn’t know what to do, not wanting to dislodge the child forcefully. He surveys the area and spots a booth and crouches down.

“Come see?” A-Yuan nods and Wei Wuxian follows, pulled along by their little train. What Wangji was looking at is a small booth that sells handcrafted toys. Rattle drums, stick propped figures of butterflies, even kites all call with warmth and brightness. A-Yuan releases them to pick out a dragonfly and one of the rattle drums, painted a rust red with suns stretched across the covers. “Do you want it?” Wangji curls another small smile as A-Yuan nods vigorously.

The vendor rings them up and Wei Wuxian sputters as he tries to hand over some cash and is pushed away. Wangji pays in full and declines change, leaving the vendor in wonder. It’s well over the cost of those toys, is he sure? He nods again and then walks out with A-Yuan holding one of his hands and one of Wei Wuxian’s.

“You didn’t have to.” But Wangji can tell that he’s grateful by the relief that relaxes his brow. “You shouldn’t spoil him like that.” A-Yuan giggles as he shakes the hand holding Wangji��s and the rattle drum.

“Good children should be rewarded.” Lan Wangji turns and looks down. “A-Yuan, will you go home now?” A-Yuan seems to consider it like a proposal, a suggestion. But he nods, letting go of Wei Wuxian’s hand to reach up for a hug. Here, Wangji hesitates but with a small sigh, he leans down and allows A-Yuan to give him an enthusiastic hug.

“Thank you rich-gege!” A-Yuan has the same dazzling smile as his father.

“C’mon A-Yuan, we don’t want to keep shijie and A-Ling waiting.” Wei Wuxian reaches out a hand which A-Yuan takes and they begin to amble away, A-Yuan turning to keep waving at Wangji until they vanish into the crowd.

Wangji too, turns away to go home. Before he does though, he hears a ping from his phone. He pulls it out and the front screen glows.

New Message from UNKNOWN NUMBER.

1xx-xxxx-xxxx

It’s Wei Wuxian! Here’s the info! See you tomorrow ;)

He rolls his eyes but the shameless that leaves his mouth is softer, kinder.

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