#but you tellin me where to go??? yeah I remember that shit

[femme-enby]

Personal ramblings-

So something is up w my car, as per usual atp.

I was checking in w my dad about where to bring it (bc it’s teeeechnically his car?) and he goes “Firestone”

“Firestone??” Bc when tf does he ever say that? He usually says some random name and then I gotta ask who tf that is and where that is, and he talks to me like I’m stupid for not remembering, blah blah blah.

He goes “yeah, where else would you take it?” …aiight.

Anyway, I just had him talk to them bc I was like “the man is saying things to me, it’s a bigger number than you thought, so you wanna chat?” He goes “sure”

Everything adds up, after the convo he’s like “if you don’t trust them, why did you bring it there?”

“Because when I asked where to take it you told me to take it there???” Confused af.

“No I did not, I said Chris”

NO TF YOU DIDNT AND ALSO WHO TF IS CHRIS???

Bro got that lead paint in his system and probably knocked his head around too damn much bein a hick ass teen. Oh, and let’s not forget the underaged drinking his mama let him do to the point of “puke and rally” type bs.

I need the housing market to crash so fuckin bad, bc otherwise my partner and I wouldn’t be able to afford a roach infested box as the market is rn.

Preferably somewhere up north. I wanna get away from this weather too, as well as these backwoods mentalities.

Sure some ain’t bad ofc, I ain’t at least, and I’ve met plenty who arent… but they’re also all workin on gettin tf out of here. Or at least to move out to where they can have their own place and shut out pretty much everyone in the state.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Can I request headcanons for Leviathan, Satan, Beleth, Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Mammon reacting to gn crush accidentally confessing to him please?

Accidentaly confessing your crush to WHB demons

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

Characters: Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Beleth, Lucifer

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His first reaction is a chuckle

"It was about time you finally sounded off, haha."

Yeah, he knew

Maybe because he noticed how you act around him or maybe just bc someone you told slipped up already before too *cough*Ppyong*cough*

Either way, he's happy that the two can finally move your relationship forward if you want to

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Similar reaction to Satan, actually

Mammon grins and lightly taps your butt

He also knew, but only because Bimet had some biting remarks about you

"Ah, how about we celebrate this moment, then?"

Wants to throw a whole banquet just for this occasion

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Levi grimaces at first, unconsciously

He's thinking... Of course, everyone has a crush on him, but there's something more intimate about your confession

And what's even more surprising to Levi, is the fact that he doesn't mind it?

Maybe even feels the same?

Coming back to reality and seeing your anxious face, he can't help but sigh with the irritation at himself

"I suppose that is acceptable. Let's talk about this over dinner later."

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At first you think he didn't even hear you, but he's only prolonging the moment to see you squirm, like the little shit he is

Now that he thinks about it, he remembers overhearing you talk to Amon about it, but ofc in a true Beel way forgot about it seconds later

After a few seconds lights a cigarette like nothing happened and asks you: "Four horsemen Café or Crimson Cauldron?"

"What?"

"Where do you wanna eat on our first date?"

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"Hm.."

Beleth just lets out a hum and leans his head back while blowing out cigarette smoke

"Funny, I was thinkin' about tellin' you the same thing"

He's not even looking at you, but at his cigarette almost like he's talking to it instead of you

But then he turns to you and extends his hand

"M'kay let's go! I'm gonna treat ya to somethin' ..."

       ༺☆༻

His hands stop midair while he's reising a teacup up to his lips to take a sip

His eyes dart to you and he's quickly setting the cup down

"Child of Adam, what do you mean by that?"

Flustered you're trying to find a way to backtrack, but all that comes out are some syllables

"Do your words mean that you are fond of me? I must confess that I have also grown quite fond of you during our time together."

Oh, task failed succesfully, then?

[ddollfface]

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"You're as hot as the bottom of my laptop, mamas ;)."

Trigger Warnings; gaslighting, manipulation, somewhat spreading misinformation, hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, PDA, reader is referred to as a girl, honestly this is pretty tame lol If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just a few headcanons on a new OC. And, just so you know, when I was writing this, I had an afab!reader in mind! If you have any requests, idk why you would, but send them in! I hope you enjoy:)))

Never, ever refers to you as your given name. He prefers to call you by some type of nickname or pet name, depending on his mood. His go-to is mamas, sweet cheeks, baby cakes, hot stuff, good-lookin', and so much more. Honestly, he could go on all day, just listing different pet names he has for you. At this point, it's become a source of entertainment for you, trying to see what odd name he'll call you. Come on, you don't like that nickname, sugar plum? How about dolly? Baby girl? Pumpkin? I don't know, you look like an angel, baby.

Though you'll admit it, it's somewhat endearing to hear, especially when you know he's only called you these cute names. But at a certain point, it gets embarrassing... Like does your mama need to know that he calls you bubble butt, of all things? Let me answer that for you, no, no she does not. If anything, that's something she should never, ever know.

He demands that you come to his games; he doesn't want you to miss a single one. He'll show up to your house at the crack of dawn, on a Saturday, and drag you out of bed to bring you to his game. He doesn't give too shits if your hair looks like a mess or if you're still in your jams. Nope, not at all. If anything, he likes it. He thinks you're adorable with your Hello Kitty booty shorts.

He just wants you there, to support him. He wants to have his own personal cheerleader, someone who he can come to after the game, and give a hug too.

While the thought behind it is endearing and cute, that doesn't change the fact that he's just so pushy. He won't give up, no matter what. If he says you're going, then you're going. You don't get a say in the matter 'cause if you refuse to go, then he's going to bring out the waterworks. He's going to look at you with the saddest eyes you can imagine, there's even tears. He'll cock his head to the side and question you, asking why don't you want to support me? What happened to 'friends first? Remember when I went to that stupid party 'cause ya' didn't want to be alone? Where's my payback, yeah?

He'll use emotional manipulation to get what he wants, making you out to be the bag guy, instead of him. His guilt-tripping usually always works, well, so far it has. And now you're at some stupid hockey game, wrapped up in his jacket, wearing his team colors. Great, now people are asking how you bagged a guy like him. Jesus, where'd they get that idea from? You're not even dating...

Well, that's what you think. Little do you know, he's been going around town tellin' everyone about you. He'll hype you up to his buddies, rambling on and on about how you smell, how your cheeks puff up when you smile, and God, you're so pretty when you're sleeping. Wow, he doesn't mean that in a creepy way! Why would you think of it like that? Because he's just admiring the prettiest girl in school! Don't you know, mamas? You being here makes me the luckiest guy in town, yeah?

He's just so God damn touchy; people can't help but think ya'll are dating. Everything about your relationship screams dating. He's always got an arm around your shoulder, and if he's feeling really ballsy, he'll place a hand on your hip. Though those moments are far in between, seeing as you'll give him a hard side-eye when he does it.

But the PDA doesn't stop there. He'll hold your hand, claiming that he's just warming your hands. After all, it's pretty cold in the winter, yeah? He's just looking out for you, nothing to freak out over. Sometimes, he'll hug you a little too tight, and for a little too long. His touch lingers for such a prolonged time it causes you to look up at him with a questioning look.

Of course, he's the master of diverting your questions, shifting your conversations from his touchy behavior to finals. And this does nothing but piss you off, but it's hard to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that. The way he scoots his chair closer to yours, intertwining your pinkies together, and smiling at you like a dork. The way he'll bring you coffee (or warm tea, depending on your preference) during a cold morning, always making sure his baby's all warm. Or how he'll cover for you when you're late to a lecture, stalling the class for a few minutes, just enough for you to slip into class unnoticed.

All these small things let you forget about why you were even mad in the first place! I mean, what could he have done wrong? It couldn't be that bad right?

And just like that, you walk right back into his arms, not knowing that he's the one you should be running from. You're such a stupid girl, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll take care of you babes.

[bluemoonwolf17]

Holy Shit!? This got more attention than I thought it would. Lucifer Damn!! Anyway, as promised! Here is the second part of this shit show Part 1

Okay, Again, listen. At this point, I just like the idea that Danny knew the Bat kids before everythin' happened, okay?!

And cannon? Who's she? I don't know her.

Also!!! A little warin' at one point, it gets a little gory.

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While Danny and Alfred were catchin' up, plottin' is where a 12-year-old Dick Grayson came down the stairs to see if Bruce was back from his meetin' that ran too late for the kids likin'.

When the kid saw a giant man who looked like Bruce near his Dad Bruce, he might have blurted the first thin' that came to his tired mind, "Do I have another Dad that's a giant, or am I that tired?" Bruce groaned Alfred, hid a smile behind his hand, and Danny, full-on cackled.

Danny, after laughin', froze then whipped his head towards Bruce so fast that his neck cracked. Bruce flinched away from his Pa because of the look he got or the sound no one knew.

Danny stared at Bruce with a look that could freeze a man. Bruce gulped and sent a silent prayer to any Ancients that'll listen while he looked between Danny and Dick. He settled for Dick.

"Ah, no, chum, this is your grandfather, Daniel Nightingale-Wayne Pa. This is your Grandson Richard Grayson, although he prefers Dick," Bruce said to Dick, then turned to Danny at the last part.

It was quiet until Danny spoke up, "Bruce Thomas Nightingale-Wayne! You are in so much trouble, young man!" Every Bein' in the room flinched (Yes, even Alfred). Bruce nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

Dick spoke up next. "Wait! I have another Grandpa!?" Danny sighed and looked at the kid. "Apparently so, kiddo. If you'd like, you can call me Pops or Papa" Dick had a bright smile on his face and launched himself towards Danny, yellin' out Papa with a gleeful giggle.

Danny just chuckled and hugged the kid back. "Y'know, I never expected that I would reunite with my son after years and then learn that I also have a grandson," Danny glared half-heartedly at Bruce.

After that fiasco, they moved to the kitchen. Danny made some of his famous hot cocoa and gave everyone a cup of it (Again, yes, even Alfred!) and just sat and talked until Dick was noddin' off into his empty cup of cocoa. Danny then told Bruce to take his kid upstairs and go to bed.

Bruce tried to fight about him goin' bed, sayin' he had work to do, but quickly shut up when Danny gave him a look. After that, Bruce bid Danny and Alfred goodnight.

Once the two were gone, Danny turned to Alfred and asked to know everthin' that happened, so Alfred and Danny stayed up late in the night. Alfred explained what happened while he was gone for almost four years without visitin' Danny almost went back to the realms to ice the Observents thoroughly once and for all, for keepin' Danny in the domains for so long.

After the talk, the two bid each other goodnight and went to bed. Over the next few weeks, Bruce got Grounded multiple times.

The cause of said groundings? 1) not tellin' Danny he was home 2) lettin' Dick be a vigilante Danny wasn't even that old when he became Phantom!

Dick was also not allowed to patrol on school nights anymore and was also to learn techniques from Danny to keep him safe after Danny knew he was a bit liminal. 

3) Scarin' him to complete death when he disappeared, yeah, he's not happy about that one, nor is he happy about how he portrays himself as a playboy. He does get it. He needs his "Brucie" persona and all, but still!

And finally, 4) this one is mainly Danny groundin' him from the Bat-Computer to get sleep. He still remembers how taxin' it was to have little to no rest in his teenage years and then go to school or just have to show his face. Yeah, it's not fun.

He also got to know Dick more. He learned about his parents and fears (he also may or may not have let Dick talk to his parents,) and he likes to call Dick Shootin' Star or Star. He knows that he prefers to be called Dick, but Danny just can't, and hey, he is his grandson, so of course he gonna give him a nickname.

This time, Danny spent most of his days in the dimension, and the only way he would go back to the realms is if Frostbite Clockwork or Pandora called him to the domains then and only then.

Danny did help a lot with Bruce and his terrible emotions. He could've sworn that Bruce wasn't that bad before he left. Yeah, Danny and feelings don't get along but damn.

Danny watched as Dick grew up into a good man and watched as Bruce bettered himself, and one day, Bruce came home with a nasty bruise. Danny just raised his eyebrow until Bruce told him the story, and then Danny was on the floor laughin'.

Then, a couple of days later, Bruce came home with the kid that did the bruise on him. Danny just snorted and welcomed Jason into the family. Then Jason learned that Bruce was Batman, Dick was Nightwing, and Danny was Phantom.

(Danny would help Batman every now and again, and Bruce and Dick didn't get into that huge fight, but he did still want to become Nightwing)

And you better believe that Jason got the same rules as Dick, and yes, he got a nickname, Danny, calls Jason Supernova. and Jason, in Danny's opinion, was sometimes more chaotic than Dick was.

Then, a few years later, Jason got takin' by the Joker. Danny was again at a meetin' in the realms, but this time, it was because Fenton's weapons were found in the domains.

Bruce knew he wouldn't get to his son on time, so he did the only thin' he could. He yelled and asked his dad to save Jason.

Danny heard his call and quickly got up with a growl. Every ghost in that room shielded themselves. They didn't want a repeat of the last time. Danny tore open a portal. When he got there, he yelled for the Joker to stop. Jason looked up and smiled. His Papa came, although the joy didn't last long. Joker screamed at Danny, sayin' that he had ruined his plan. Joker then turned to Jason and smiled.

Danny rushed forward to get Jason but wasn't fast enough. Danny screamed as the Joker brought down the crowbar. 

Danny, honest to the Ancients, couldn't tell you what happened next. One second, he was rushin' to get Jason then. The next thin' he knew, He was standin' over. The Joker said clown was on the ground lookin' up at Phantom.

Phantom heard his Son quietly cryin' for Jason. Phantom felt his anger skyrocket. Phantom felt his body shift to his more Eldritch form.

His teeth elongated, and his eyes shifted to glowin' pools of toxic green. His frame started to change into a four-armed bein' his skin took on a star-like appearance.

(I can't really explain it well, so I'll just put the thing that I took his look off. Also, it is considered Pompous-Pep. If you don't like it, then ignore it. I just like Danny's design, Space Monster Danny!

Although I have a slightly different idea. Instead of the blue and pink and bits of purple, he's full black with a bit of blue and purple swirlin' around, with toxic green eyes. And the stars tend to shift on his body)

"Joker, as the King of the dead, I know that everythin' must end and that everyone has a time when they die," Danny heaves a huge sigh. "But it does not mean that I'm okay with you killin' people, and even more so you've just. Killed. My. Grandson." The earth shakes when the last words are spoken.

"D-dad..." Bruce croaks out, Phantom. He tilts his head in acknowledgment that he Heard Batman Joker laugh. "Aww, does Batsy need his Daddy to fight his battles?" Bruce's eyes glowed a light green. "No, I don't, but I know when I need to back down, Joker," he growled.

Phantom Looked to Batman, and the man bowed his head. "This man has done terrible things, and I believe he can never be saved. You can do what you want with him," Phantom hummed.

He then turned to the Joker. "I do not prefer killin', but if you do survive this and go back to your ways, then I will have no choice but to kill you with my bear hands," Phantom's voice boomed.

The ghost then put one of his hands on the Joker's head. The man screamed and flailed. After a minute, he stopped, and Phantom let him go. Then, the man flopped bonelessly onto the ground. His face contorted into fear, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

Phantom sighed. He turned to Batman, and Robin, the boy, lay in Batman's arms. As he walked towards the two, his form shifted again. Back to his original, Bruce looked up as Danny kneeled. "W-what did you do him?" Bruce asked.

Danny growled. "All I did was put him through the same things that he has done to other people," He told his son in disgust for what he saw the Joker do. A small part of him wishes that the Joker lives so that he could kill the man.

Bruce looked down at his son. "Dad, can you make sure he's alright in the realms, and please tell him I'm sorry for not makin' it on time?" he asked Danny with tears threatenin' to fall.

Danny nodded his head. "I will make sure he is alright when I find him. I will tell you, I promise, Little Galaxy," he promised his son.

Bruce broke down after those words were said. Bruce hugged Jason and cried. Danny wrapped the two in his arms and cried with Bruce. Danny had failed again, he couldn't save Thomas and Martha, and now he couldn't save Jason.

The funeral was normal as any funeral could be, although Danny hoped he would never have to go through another one after his late partners. It was his first funeral and what he hoped was his last, but the Ancients weren't on his side, he supposed.

Danny still couldn't find Jason in any of the realms a few weeks after the disaster. He was gettin' upset that he couldn't find his grandson, and Bruce, Dick, and Alfred could tell.

One day, he came across an island just a short distance from Phantom's Keep. At this point, it's been two an half months since Jason's death, and one that little island was Jason, his grandson, his Supernova. When Jason saw Danny, he flung himself towards the man.

"PAPA!" Jason yelled after he was in Danny's arms. He bawled his eyes out. Danny joined him while sayin', "Oh, Supernova, I found you!" "I'm so sorry for not savin' you on time," "Your dad's sorry too," "Oh, I'm so glad you're okay!" and so on.

Danny was the first one to calm down. He managed to get Jason's sobs into hiccups Once the kid finally calmed down. He spoke, "Papa, what happened? I-I remember you lungin' towards and pain, then I just woke up here in the realms." he asked Danny.

Danny sighed. It seems that Jason doesn't fully remember his death. "...It was the Joker he- he Killed you, Jason..." the man whispered.

Jason froze the Joker...killed him? Is that why he woke up in the realms? Is he a ghost? If so, does that mean he'll never see his family again? Not his big brother, the goofball Dick. or Alfred's cookin' lessons, or Bruce's his Dad's hugs? His Papa's comfort. Will he never see his family again?

Jason knew he was spiralin’, but he couldn't stop.

Danny saw that Jason was spiralin’, so he quickly brought him into his body, curled around him, and tried to pull him out of his head. After a few minutes, it worked.

Danny had a feelin' what was goin' on in his Supernova's mind. "Yes Jason, your a...Ghost now, and I'm sorry for that, but it does not mean you never see the rest of the family again. I can always take you back, y'know" Danny smiled, tryin' to cheer up Jason.

Jason sighed with relief. Danny took that as a win in his books. The two just sat there and talked for a while, but somethin' was botherin' Jason the Joker. What happened to him? Did Bruce keep him alive like the other times? or is he dead?

Danny could tell that somethin' was on Jason's mind. "Alright, Supernova, what's up? I can tell there somethin' spinnin' in that head of yours. Jason flinched and alerted Danny.

"Whoa, whoa, what's wrong? Are you okay, Nova? Danny asked worriedly. Jason gulped. Here goes nothin', he thought, "U-um, the Joker...What happened to him?" Jason asked

Jason watched as his Papa's face darkened. "That man has been put through what he has done to his victims, although the fool bein' is in a coma has been since you died." Danny told Jason with hints of anger in his voice, "They also say that he will never wake up." Danny smirked. He hoped it'd stay that way, but he also didn't mind if he had to entirely kill him if the roach survived.

Jason laughed and asked, "Did Da-Bruce agree to that plan?" Danny smirked. Yes, he did indeed catch that slip. "Yes, he did, in fact. He gave me full permission to do what I wanted to the man." Jason's mouth dropped.

Bruce actually let someone die? Huh, he guesses that the rumors on Batman's refusin' to kill people were fake or somethin'. After that earth-shatterin’ information, Jason asked if he could see them. Danny smiled And got up. He tore open a portal and reached out his hand towards Jason.

Jason laughed gleefully and jumped on Danny's shoulders. Danny laughed with Jason. The two went into the portal and walked straight to the entry of the Manor.

Danny went back to human while Jason went invisible (No, Danny did not feel jealousy at all, no sir), and the two walked to the kitchen. Danny had a feelin' the three would be there. And the man was right Alfred was just puttin' a plate of cookies down when the two walked in. Both Bruce and Dick had a cup of tea in their hands.

Bruce and Dick looked like absolute shit, in Jason's opinion. Bruce, more than Dick and Alfred, looked like he aged twenty years. The three turned their heads when Danny walked in. The three noted that Danny looked happier than when he left. His eyes also looked a bit red.

"Is everythin' alright, Master Danny?" Alfred asked. Danny smiled his megawatt smile. Bruce sat up straighter. His Dad hadn't smiled like that since Jason died. Does that mean...?

"It's so much better than alright. Alfie!" he said. Danny then turned his head to his shoulder and tilted his head to the three. Dick and Alfred raised their eyebrows. Bruce stood up and looked at Danny with hope. Bruce then felt arms wrap around his torso. He then looked down and saw Jason appear.

Bruce looked to Danny for confirmation. Danny simply smiled. Bruce then quickly wrapped his arms around Jason. "Oh, Jason. I'm so so sorry, baby boy. I'm sorry that I couldn't save you." Bruce choked out. Dick quickly stood up with tears in his eyes. Alfred brought his hand up to his face.

Jason was also cryin'. "N-no, Dad, it's okay. Papa already explained everythin' to me." Bruce reached out for his Dad, and Danny complied. Danny also brought Dick and Alfred into the hug for the rest of the night. There was a pile of Waynes on the floor, huggin' and cryin'.

Over the followin' months, the Family was whole again. Jason decided to stay in the dimension with his family. And Jason learned how to copy Danny's ability to shift into his human form. It didn't work entirely, but it did help Jason look a bit more human, and it did get him out of his Robin costume.

Everyone was happy that Jason was no longer in the outfit he died in, and he was glad that no one in the family minded that he was a full ghost, unlike his Papa, that he'd never be warm again, or that sometimes he might be a little too inhuman.

About five months later, the Waynes learned that the Joker somehow survived what Danny did to him, but instead of showin' him that it was wrong to do what he did, he became worse than before the first encounter after he broke out. Bruce almost lost half his body.

Danny managed to save him by takin' the blow meant for Bruce. It took Danny a week to recover from what the Joker did. Danny lost the left side of his body and part of his face. Danny had to stay in his ghost form the whole time, or he would've died completely.

After the Joker hit Danny, the clown laughed and pointed to Batman and told him he'd be back after all. He had a score to settle, and the clown disappeared. Both Nightwing and Batman ran towards Phantom.

After Danny recovered, he noticed that Jason became angry. No, he was furious. He was afraid of what that meant for his Supernova, then a couple of days later, Jason went missin' the Bat-fam couldn't find him at all. Danny couldn't even feel him anymore.

One month later, Batman brought home a kid. The kid had to be no older than thirteen. Danny learned the kid's name was Timothy Jackson Drake. He preferred to go by Tim.

When Tim saw Danny, he asked to join the Bat fam. Danny raised an eyebrow at Bruce, and the man looked away and then explained what had happened. All anyone in the Manor could hear was Danny's absolute insane cacklin' amazin' feet since the Bat cave was several feet underground and considered soundproof.

After Danny calmed down, he asked, "Now, why in the realms would you ask me that question, Little Comet?" Bruce groaned. "He figured out our identities somehow and learned that I listen to you the most." Danny snorted.

"Well, yes, I do hope that you'll listen to your father, y'know," he sassed to his son. "And you," he turned to Tim."Why would you want to join us, and if you knew our identities, why haven't you told anyone?" Tim had his mouth on the ground.

"YOUR BATMAN'S DAD!? WAIT, I THOUGHT THAT HIS DAD DIED YEARS AGO!?" Bruce and Danny looked at each other, then Tim, then at each other again, and started laughin'. To say Tim was confused would be an understatement.

The two men then explained Wayne's history, leavin' out some. Parts since they have yet to know the kid fully, they also learned that Tim never learned Danny's identity out of the four. Danny was a bit smug that the kid never figured out who he was.

Tim also explained that he wanted to become the next Robin. Danny immediately said no. Tim was confused and a bit upset. He asked why not, and Danny told him that he did not want to lose another grandchild again. Tim tried to tell Danny that he would be okay and that he'd make sure he wouldn't die. (Tim totally ignored the Grandchild thin'.)

Danny flared up. Sayin' no again, Bruce put his hand on his Dad's shoulder. Danny calmed down, and a minute later, he sighed. He told Tim that, fine, he could become the next Robin BUT! After he said so and that, he was to get trainin' from all three of the members of the bat Family, and he was to have ground rules set after he became Robin, no if and or buts.

Although not totally happy with the arrangements, he excitedly agreed.

(So~ I just like the idea that Bruce immediately goes to Danny when he wants to adopt a new kid or if the kid wants to be a part of the activities after dark.

And Danny's the one to give the ground rules. Alfred agrees with this plan entirely. After all, Danny runs the realms in between realms and was once a teenage vigilante/town hero himself.

It also helps that Danny will sit down and talk with Alfred about certain things.)

The Joker was sited again a week later, and that's when Danny felt somethin' shift. It felt like anger and revenge. Danny knew what this was. A reverent was just born into this world.

Danny suspected that one day this might happen. He was hopin' that the ectoplasm in Gotham wouldn't be enough to do this. And the question, who was the soul who turned into a reverent?

After a couple of weeks with the Joker bein' more brutal than he used to be, Danny finally managed to trap him. While doin' so, he lost his left arm. Man, what's with Joker and takin' Danny's body parts? And another thin' why did the Joker not attack the city and only went after the Bats?

The Joker's laughin' brought Danny out of his mind. Danny raised a brow at the man. The Joker was held tightly by glowin' green chains on his wrists and ankles. Joker just smiled wider when he had Danny's attention on him.

Okay, no, seriously, was the man obsessed with him or his son? "My, my Phantom, I must say you look dreadfully terrible. Is it because I killed Robin? Your grandson? Is it how I bashed his head in?" He said in a mockin' tone.

Danny snapped. A chain wrapped itself around the Joker's neck and squeezed, cuttin' off the airflow to allow the Joker to breathe. Danny then got up into the Joker's face.

"You have no right to talk about my Grandson like that! And if you remember correctly, I gave you a warnin' if you survived," Danny hissed. "Enjoy hell or wherever you are placed in my realm, farewell Joker." The chains around the Joker's Neck got tighter. Danny pulled the chain with all his strength, rippin' the Joker's head off his body.

Blood splattered onto Danny's face as the body dropped to the ground, creatin' a puddle of blood along with it. Danny just stared at the man with no remorse. Danny will also later admit he felt great satisfaction that he got to rip off the Joker's head.

Danny sighed. He brought up his finger and snapped the body went up in flames while he put the joker's head into a bag. (Hehe, not sorry at all~)

Danny then went back to the Batcave. When he got there, he found Batman Nightwing and the new Robin. Even though little Comet was not allowed to be on any patrols, he was allowed to help in the Cave somewhat.

Bruce raised a brow at the bag. Danny nodded his head towards the med-bay with much confusion. Bruce walked to the med-bay, and Dick and Tim tried to follow the two men. Danny brought up a hand and told them to wait there. Both of the boys pouted at their Papa.

Danny showed Bruce the bag's contents when the two were in the med-bay bay. Danny heard Bruce gasp. He didn't see the look on his son's face since he turned away. He knew he would get angry again if he saw the Joker's head.

"...Dad?...What did he do? I've never seen you this mad before." Leave it to his son to figure out he was so mad that he decapitated the Joker. "He was mockin' on how he killed Jason, and I lost my temper," Danny stated. Bruce hummed.

Danny then felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He looked down and saw his son huggin' him. Bruce pushed his face into Danny's chest. "Thank you, Dad...Thank you so much. Bruce half laughed and sobbed. "I just wish Jason could see what his Grandfather did for him." Danny wrapped his arms around his son and rested his cheek on the top of Bruce's head.

"Yeah, Galaxy, me too...Me too." Danny held his son for a bit longer. Until Dick asked if the two were okay. Danny chuckled as he separated from Bruce and yelled back at the two that they were fine and would be out in a second. "So should I torch his head like I did the rest of his body, kiddo?" Danny asked.

Bruce smiled evilly. "Oh, please do, Dad...Also, do you know where he's goin' to go in the infinite realms?" He asked with a dangerous tone. Danny merely laughed and said yes, he does, and when he appears in the realms, he can have a go at the man.

Bruce chuckled darkly, then straightened up and calmed himself. Danny turned back to the bag and held his hand over it. "Burn bitch burn!" he said and lit the bag on fire. Danny had a pleased look on his face.

The two men left the med-bay and found Dick on his hand doin' a one-armed handstand and Tim in front of him laughin'. Both Danny and Bruce laughed at Dick and joined the two on the floor.

Later, when the Wayne's were havin' dinner, Danny felt somethin' would come in the near future. He couldn't figure out if it was good or bad. Only time will tell. And why did the omen feel so familiar?

~~~~~~~

Oh boy, this took a while. The last parts were also extremely satisfyin'. I don't like the Joker at all, so I had fun writin' that part.

And I can't promise that I'll continue this. I tried to get this as close to the comics, but there is too much lore. But if I do decide to continue this, I'll probably just skip to Jason's return and him learnin' that Taila lied to him and such.

Anyway, thank you for readin' this! I hope you enjoyed this idea that refused to leave my brain! Have a good day or night, wherever you are! 

[unclewaynemunson]

(Pt 5 of the Steddie ft. Rose Harrington AU aka my pathological need to sneak Wayne into every fic i write) | full version AO3 link

Steve was on Eddie's mind every second of every day. He couldn't believe that guy was even real: twenty years old and taking a responsibility that his father wouldn't, having so much love to give to a lost little girl when he obviously got so little of it from his parents.

There were two things he had to admit to himself. The first one: he was more than just in love. He was head-over-heels for Steve Harrington. And the second one: he wasn't nearly as brave as Steve. He knew that dating Steve would come as a package deal with becoming a stepdad – Rose might not technically be Steve's daughter, but in practice, there really wasn't much of a difference. And that thought scared the shit out of him.

'So who's the lucky fella this time?' Wayne asked him one evening, when the two of them were sharing a quiet night at home.

Eddie tried not to choke on the air in his lungs and stared at his uncle for a good few seconds. 'What?' he finally managed to utter.

'C'mon, Ed,' Wayne said. 'I been watchin' the game for almost an hour and you're pretending to watch it with me, without making a single remark 'bout how stupid it is.' His uncle snorted softly. 'You didn't even know we were watchin', did ya?'

Eddie stared at the tv screen, where – as he now noticed – a whole bunch of sweaty dudes was running around chasing a ball, then back at Wayne. 'I did not,' he admitted.

'So you wanna tell me 'bout him?'

Eddie sighed dramatically. 'He's perfect, Wayne,' he blurted out. 'He's fucking perfect, I'm not even exaggerating this time. But I can't ask him out.'

'He straight?'

'I'm pretty sure he's not,' said Eddie. 'We've been flirting a lot, I'm not even that worried about him rejecting me if I would actually make a move. But –' he sighed again, to make extra clear how distressed he was about the whole thing, 'He has a half-sister. A three-year-old. And he's basically raising her all by himself. So that's... That's a kind of terrifying commitment to make.'

'Hm?'

After years of living with Wayne, his uncle didn't even need to ask full-phrased questions in order to keep a conversation going. The two of them could understand each other perfectly well without words.

'I'm kind of serious about him, I guess,' Eddie admitted. 'So if I'd go for it, I'd also have to commit to his sister. And that's... I'm nowhere near ready for anything like that.'

Wayne frowned. He lit a cigarette, taking his time to come up with a proper reaction, thoughtful as ever.

'D'you think I was ready for you when you showed up on my doorstep all those years ago?' he finally said. 'Course I wasn't. I wasn't much older than you are now. And there you were, not a soul in the world lookin' out for ya. You won't hear me say that I didn't have a choice, 'cause that's bullshit, there's always a choice. You can always run away. But I made the choice to keep you and I never regretted it, not once.' Wayne paused to utter a soft chuckle. 'Okay, maybe I did, that one time when I was putting new wallpaper up at Maddy's trailer and you decided it'd be a good idea to sit your ass down in that bucket of glue and got the whole place flooded with it.'

'Yeah, I remember that!' Eddie laughed at the memory. 'I think I was still sticky for days after.'

'Got what you deserved there.'

Eddie lit a cigarette for himself, too, mulling over Wayne's words.

'So you think I should go for it, with Steve?' he asked.

Wayne sighed and took another drag of his cigarette to buy himself some more time to think. 'Look, I'm never tellin' you what to do, boy. All I'm sayin' is, it ain't easy, dating when there's a kid involved. Why d'you think I never been interested in any of that?' He shot Eddie a meaningful glance. 'It's 'cause you've always been my number one, Eddie, simple as that. And that's probably the same for your Steve and his little girl. It's up to you to decide if you can handle that or not.'

'It's fucking scary,' Eddie admitted.

'I know.' Wayne nodded. 'I know. I been scared for years after I took you in. Hell, sometimes I still am. That's an unavoidable part of raising a kid, even if you're not a real parent. You're gonna be scared to make mistakes, and you're sure as hell gonna make some mistakes. Lord knows I did.' Wayne looked at Eddie with slightly raised eyebrows, almost as if he was assessing him. 'But I like to think I didn't do that bad of a job, after all. Even though I had no idea what I was doin'. Makes me think that as long as the love is there, things will be alright.'

Eddie felt slightly embarrassed about the tears he had to blink away. 'You did a pretty okay job, old man,' he said in a somewhat choked voice.

Wayne didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. The slightly brusque pat he gave to Eddie's shoulder was saying enough.

🎵

The conversation with Wayne definitely helped to make Eddie a little less scared of the whole thing. After meeting Rose, his weekly lessons with Steve had become a little less flirty, like they were both holding themselves back – like Eddie wasn't the only one who was scared. And Eddie still had a lot to figure out, but he knew that he enjoyed his time with Steve in the practice room more than anything, and he wanted nothing more than to see that adorable blush on his cheeks or that hesitant smile around his lips. So maybe he joked around with him a little bit more than he was supposed to. And maybe he helped him with his finger positions a little more often than was strictly necessary. And maybe he spent a whole lesson on his posture, holding his shoulders and rubbing the tension out of his back, even though he didn't really need to. And maybe, maybe, it became a little bit more difficult with each passing week not to lean in a little bit further into his personal space and kiss him.

And maybe he was a little bit too disappointed when Steve called him on a Monday to tell him that he had to cancel his next lesson.

'Lucas usually babysits Rose on Wednesdays, but he has this important game that he can't miss, and I don't wanna bother any of the others, because I'm sure they'll all wanna be at the game to support Lucas and I don't wanna ask too much of them, so...' He trailed off, not really finishing his sentence; Eddie knew him well enough by now to recognize it as a habit of Steve whenever he was feeling anxious. 'I'm sorry.'

'No, don't apologize for that,' Eddie said immediately. 'Listen, why don't you just take Rose with you to the lesson?'

There were a few seconds of silence at the other end of the line.

'Are you sure about that?' Steve sounded hesitant. 'I don't wanna – I mean, it'll probably be distracting to have her around and –'

'Steve,' Eddie cut him off. 'Don't worry about it. I'd love to have her around. She's awesome, I'd love to get to know her better.'

Pt6

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[bitchinbarzal]

Last Night | Josh Norris

summary; song fic based on morgan wallens ‘last night’

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Last night we let the liquor talk. I can't remember everything we said but we said it all.

You told me that you wish I was somebody you never met but baby, baby somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet

No way it was our last night.

“Dude what happened last night?” Quinn asks, leaning back on the boat to see Josh clearer.

He chuckled “I don’t even know man. We went to bed and then I met her in the hallway like after midnight and then she came back to my bed”

“Just like we’re back in college!” Will laughs loudly and Josh rolls his eyes.

Nick sips his beer “You two are the most confusing couple ever”

It’s silent for a few moments and Josh takes a long swig from his can before he mumbles “she told me she doesn’t want to do this anymore… she found someone else”

your head lay on his naked chest as it rose and fell with his bated breaths “I sometimes with i hadn’t met you”

josh looks down at you, confused “what?”

“we always do this josh we fuck and then the next week I see you on twitter with some girl down your throat in a club”

“y/n…”

you sat up, sheet covering your exposed chest “this was our last night josh. I mean it”

“Do you believe her?” Quinn questions, a skeptical look on his face.

Josh shakes his head “Nah, this isn’t over yet”

It wasn’t ever over with you two. you’d been hooking up since college and now here you were years later in the same position while spending your summer at the lake house with your friends.

I kiss your lips make you grip the sheets with your fingertips

Last bottle of Jack we split a fifth Just talk about life goin' sip for sip

You, you know you love to fight and I say shit I don't mean

But I'm still gon' wake up wantin' you and me

Coming close to the end of the summer and you still hadn’t given up with Josh yet.

You went at it every single night — fighting and screaming at him before he would take you to bed and you’d be back at square one.

“They’re so fucking loud!”

“What the fighting or the fucking?” Nick laughs.

“Both, they’re insufferable!”

Josh hears as he enters the kitchen and steals a bagel from Quinn “Well boys only three more days before you all get to sleep soundly again”

Will threw a strawberry at Josh and boo’ed him

“The sex I can deal with but the screaming… I hate hearing y/n shouting”

“Maybe if Josh would stop fucking up i wouldn’t be shouting” you mumbled, entering the kitchen and sitting next to Nick.

That rendered everyone silent and Josh have a tight lip smile and a shrug “guess we won’t stop hearing the shouting soon then”

No way it was the last night that we break up

I see your tail lights in the dust You call your momma, I call your bluff

In the middle of the night, pull it right back up

Yeah my, my friends say let her go Your friends say what the hell I wouldn't trade your kind of love for nothin' else

You swore this was it. You were screaming at him, telling him that he was hurting you.

“I can’t do this josh! You- you can’t keep hurting me!” You shouted, throwing whatever you could reach at him while grabbing your bags.

“Where are you going?!”

“I’m leaving Josh, I can’t…”

He watched you walk out the door, watching you all the way out to your car. Your car pulling out of the driveway and skidding off into the night.

“She’s gone?” Quinn asks from the bottom of the staircase, having witnessed what just happened.

Josh shrugs “She’ll be back, she’s not going far”

He called your bluff, sending you a text

the door is unlocked when you come back. drive safe.

And like clockwork, at two in the morning he heard the gravel of the driveway crunch under your tires and then you entered the room minutes later.

Josh didn’t speak, simply pulling back the blankets for you and when you lay down he pulled you into his body.

He could feel your body shuddering as you cried softly

“Josh this has to be the last night”

It would never be the last night. You both knew that deep down.

[offthrack]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 ; 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⦉ 𝑆𝐸𝑃𝑇. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ⦊  ⸻ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅͟𝐑͟𝐔𝐈𝐓

after quickly disrobing from the 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐆-𝒆sque photoshoot they'd just finished and getting into more comfortable attire, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 takes the spacious beige cloud couch and adjusts her posture nervously. her debut interview as ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, without the looming influence of 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐞'𝐬 input—both adrenaline and nerves rattle against her ribcage when she remembers every interview she declined to save face. since returning to the A', she's been striving to disprove the narrative that her stint in miami was in a vain attempt at love.

welcome, spice! glad you could make time to be here with us, i know you're busy promoting your upcoming album. congratulations on going independent as well! how has that changed your work ethic and perspective on the rap game? i'm sure things are different when a label's backing you.

❝ 𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒 .ᐟ always happy to be here. and thank you! it's definitely a long time coming. ❞ [ squared french tips slowly comb through her long amber tresses, quietly sighing as she thought over her next response for a moment. her smile is more nervous than genuine, but the dancing diamonds in her mouth more than made up for it. ] ❝ yes, i'm newly independent. . . but shit ain't really 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, you know? i was doing 19, 𝟐𝟎 hour days in miami where i'm at the club, then in the studio, then sourcing clothes, glam, hairstylists all on my 𝑜𝑤𝑛 for a photoshoot that would only see IG. . . definitely no stranger to building a brand from the ground up, but now i don't got a hater in my ear tellin' me everything i'm doing is wrong. 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕, i been doing stuff so right, that i got a new, even hotter endorser. so it's all good. ❞

good to know you're feeling good. the race to the debut album dropping is usually one of the most stressful periods for an artist, but you seem to be handling it well. kudos to you! so you didn't feel supported by your label? by rick ross or your ex-boyfriend and producer 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐞. . . did you prolong your stay in miami to save your relationship?

❝ first off, the plan was 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 to come back to atlanta. i got offered a deal at 19. . . by miami 𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 at that! i wouldn'ta forgave myself if i ain't go. but my heart stayed here, in 𝐌͟𝐚͟𝐠͟𝐢͟𝐜͟ ͟𝐂͟𝐢͟𝐭͟𝐲͟ . i think the common misconception is i moved over 600 miles away for some 𝑑*𝑐𝑘. i went to miami on a mission, wasn't no time for breaks when i had just gotten the opportunity of a lifetime. bartending was the only thing payin' my bills, for real. the music was a passion project. ❞ [ there's a bit of consideration to give a less-than-authentic answer, but upon remembering the 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭 wasted on jewelry, cars, and ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 she didn't really feel like hiding her animosity. ] ❝ and you know, 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒌 was real as hell through it all. he was the one who connected me with 𝐆𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢 and a bunch of other cool ass people that made my time in the city worthwhile. when shit hit the fan, though. . . yeah. you know, business. i stayed in miami to invest in my 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟. would'a been packed it back to atlanta had i known i was throwing money into a 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. ❞

and we're assuming this black hole to be...

❝ it could be 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. ain't that the beauty of it? and it was. . . a 𝐥𝐨𝐭 of things that i felt like were taking way more than they was giving. we're spending bank on features that don't break top 20 and 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 that i'm still countin' pennies off of. i was goin' to bed late, wakin' up way too early. shit was blending together and in the midst of all of that, i was being lied to about . . . 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ❞ [ blinking faster she swallows the lump threatening to form in her throat. she doesn't want to be choked up about this—despite being long over her ex-boyfriend, looking back on the deception she felt more dumb than anything. a quiet huff of ice cold air is released before she continues. ] ❝ my manager. . . producer. . . ex-boyfriend or what-have-you, he ain't see the vision. i'm still not quite sure 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 he saw. a naive girl who wanted this shit more than anything. i was hungry, and he knew that. but that's why this album is so important to me. i done been through a buncha bullshit to get where i am, and i'm comin' out on the other side. it's sum to celebrate. ❞

so i'm guessing no tears were shed on the flight back to atlanta. it's great to see you stepping into this new era. what can we expect from the album, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚, right?

❝ yeah, yeah. sugar honey iced tea is obviously an homage to atlanta and honestly the south as a whole. actually, let me start over and say i definitely sobbed on the way to the airport. let me be clear, miami brought me on 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒉𝒐𝒑 where i gave the world a lil taste of 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄. gave me the tools i needed to show off the whole rack and flex my skills, 'cus i wasn't nearly as confident when i went out there. i loved the city, it'll always have a spot in my heart, but i'm a 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙, tried and true. that's home. plus, it was a couple bitches i needed to link up with to make sure the album is everything and more. the features on it are 𝑓𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑟𝑒. but what can you expect? real, raw emotion. i'm layin' all that shit to rest, from the beefs i had wit' bitches that wasn't making it out the club to heartbreak to falling in love 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 and my 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 all over again. i can't wait for y'all to hear it. ❞

[turtlemagnum]

there's this online recreation of the sans fight that i played religiously back in middle school before i even owned a device capable of running undertale, still up. i got good enough at it that under normal circumstances, i can usually do it first try. a bit of a banging my head against a brick wall thing, but damn did it eventually break. honestly i think doing that before ever actually playing undertale was a bit like goku training in 100x gravity, except instead of landing on namek to fight frieza he went and fought raditz again and just absolutely wrecked his shit. at least, until i got to undyne, still not great at her. god i love her. adhd, getting distracted, i had a goddamn point i was trying to make. so, notice that i said "under normal circumstances" as a caveat. what i would consider not normal circumstances would be, say, playing with fucked up arrow keys. such as, the ones that seem to be on every goddamn modern laptop where up and down are both collectively taking up the same amount of real estate as a single normal key, because apparently right shift needs that extra fucking space. like seriously who the fuck even uses right shift, top 10 useless keys right there, right next to caps lock and most of the function keys. guess i've just gotta suck it up until i can afford to get an actual gamer laptop and not a budget office clunker that i got for the admittedly nice CPU

honestly like, i think my ideal laptop would be halfway between the Ultra Gucci Gamer shit and what i have now. give me like, 16 gigs of RAM, a decent CPU for emulation, a low end but modern and power efficient discrete GPU, and a big fuckin SSD. no RGB shit, just a power waste, though i do like having backlit keys at times i think the more efficient way to go about it would just paint em with something glow in the dark. is glowstick fluid toxic to get your hands on? i remember hearing about a guy who died because he injected that shit at a rave, but i don't know how much of that is This Shit Is Poison vs Dont Put Things That Arent Blood In Your Blood Sacks You Moron, y'know. for some reason radium popped into my head, but after thinking about it for more than an instant i'm like 85% sure that shit's what done killed marie curie, and now i can't help but imagine that's something elon musk would tell his engineers to do. "yeah. just a, uh, gamer key-board. with, radium paint on the lettering. saves power, good for the planet." what was i saying

anyways yeah like. the only other specs i can think of would be just having as many ports as possible, 1080p screen @ 60hz, y'know the bare minimum in Current Year. i will say that my current laptop has given me problems with screens i've never had on a computer before, there have been times where i see something i know for a fact is a different, more saturated color on other screens and having it be barely different from the background. also? i want that motherfucker bulky god dammit, i'm tired of everything being thin and light and having absolute dogshit battery life. i miss when i could charge my gameboy once a week and have it entertain me the entire goddamn time, y'know. i'm lucky if i get half a day of consistent use out of a laptop or my switch without charging it, y'know. to be honest, you should be able to murder someone with your technology. i could kill a man with a gamecube or the PC my dad left me as a kid, if i tried to bash a man's skull open with my laptop the laptop would take more damage than the skull. like don't get me wrong, it'd fucking hurt, but i'm not sure there's any singular component in this thing less than 95% cheap polymer by volume. a goddamn disgrace, lemme tells ya. back in ancient rome we had the technology to build bridges strong enough to still be used today, there are guns from the world wars that you can shoot to this day, you're tellin me you can't make a laptop sturdier than a saltine cracker? well, i'm pretty sure they're mostly designed by crackers, so i guess i can't blame em too hard for their inadequacies. such is lief i suppose (sic)

[pokeparkservices]

alright. I've been chewin this over for a while and I'm gonna just come out and say it.

Admin Blizz - I know you've been asked to step away from the @teamwinterofficial blog for now, but I'd bet my bottom pokebuck that you're still readin it and lookin at the mentions, right? I remember bein 17, I know how hard it is to calm down and just step away from somethin so important to you. So yeah I'm actually pretty sure you're reading this, and I got something to tell you.

You need to get the fuck outta that team.

I can guess what you're thinkin. "Who's this bitch tellin me how to live my own life like I'm some kinda kid", or "no way, we're doin super important work and I can't just step away from that", or something along those lines. And maybe - no, probably, unless I've been REALLY misreadin this shit - you're thinking, "I can't leave them, they're my family. They take care of me."

and kiddo, if I'm right about that? that's the BIGGEST reason you gotta leave.

People who let teenagers go stabbin folks, let them almost become fuckin murderers, just cause someone gave a nerd lecture at a nerd event that disagreed with them? Those people are NOT people who are good or safe to be around.

You bein an Admin, obviously they've extended a lot of trust to you, and I bet it sounds like crazy talk to you, me saying they're not safe. Because you're all in, right? So you're useful to 'em.

What happens if you ever stop bein useful?

It wouldn't take much. They were cool with you stabbin Sophora for just an idea she was sharin, in a lecture- no proof it's ever even gonna happen, no idea if she even has the resources to make it happen, just a suggestion. If that's all it takes to get you on the hit list, then you need to take a long, hard look at where youre standin and ask yourself, "how sure am I that I can't fuck up bad enough to be a liability?"

Youve been asked to step away from the blog twice now. How sure are you that ain't a three-strikes kinda deal? How sure are you that, assumin you do get your hands on Kyurem, you're gonna actually be okay with a world as cold as Opelucid got that day?

How sure are you that the cold-blooded fuckers who gave you the green light to stab a veterinarian just for sayin shit, aint gonna turn on you the second it stops bein useful to keep you around?

Please, kid. I aint gonna say I aint fuckin pissed at you for what you pulled, but you're just fuckin 17. You still got a chance to get away from all this, to be your own person instead of some grownups' fuckin pawn.

that's all.

probably outta my damn mind postin this on my public blog but it's gotta be said. if I'm the next one to turn up with a knife in my back, then I guess we'll know this post struck a nerve, huh?

[arcplaysgames]

WHY DO THEY HAVE A CHAINSAW THO

this "Velvet Room" is so fucking messed uppppppp

you know if Igor were actually here I am sure that this fire sale alarm shit wouldn't happen

anyway yeah i'm still convinced the "Igor" here is a fucking fake, every thing out of his mouth is wildly out of character also I can't find it rn but he like alluded to, uh, either killing Reverie or letting him die if he failed his "rehabilitation" and I am like what the fuck is even going on here

Notigor, I'm tellin' ya

sooooo uuuuuh Kaneshiro's shadow self is...... a flyman who starts using-- god, this is probably not the intended pull but he reminds me of Gangnam Style, that specific mockery of superficial nouveau/fake rich people?

Also he has a giant pig-shaped mecha and I'm like............. Is this a reference to the Absolutely Safe Capsule? I have no idea but it sure felt like it.

Fight was a breeze, Ann has sleep magic, everyone got stomped.

blah blah Sae's boss is like the big bad or something blah blah

So it SEEMS that when Morgana gets to touch a Treasure, he almost remembers something about himself, but its leading him to believe he's wrong and he's not actually human after all, which is distressing to him.

My current theory on Morgana is that he's similar to Teddie, in that he's a being built of the desires of humans. He just didn't do enough sit-ups and hasn't gotten a human body yet.

The form of a kitty cat is.... an interesting wrinkle in the whole thing. Teddie manifested as a literal mascot out of the desire to be liked and have friends (basically, it's more complicated than that). Morgana is a kitty.

So... possibility one is there is some Obvious Association with cats that I am missing that answers why kitty. Or.... maybe it's not as one-to-one with Teddie and Morgana is the manifestation of someone's desire. And that person is a cat person.

Maybe Morgana is Reverie's imaginary friend given solid form, WHO KNOWS. Reverie needed a talking cat, okay. His life is better for having Morgana.

In other The Velvet Room Is Fake As Hell news, Caroline and Justine are giving Reverie the usual "make a persona with X ability" tasks BUT they don't know where their list CAME FROM. And the fact they don't seems to disturb them.

/squints at the twins

It.... sure is interesting that they are tiny and they are each missing the opposite eye and their personalities are so diametrically opposed they almost seem like two halves of one person

and in this """"Velvet Room"""" fusion is explicitly the act of killing two personas to funnel their energy into a single new person.

This is by FAR the Edgelord-iest Persona yet, so I am seriously contemplating if it'll Go There and have the twins fusion executed into a single 'complete' Attendant

but like. I wouldn't put it past this game honestly. We already had a lot of other heavy shit in this game, why not use a guillotine on two children.

/rubs eyes with hand

Maruki is Fucking Weird ain't he. Like, he's objectively a terrible therapist for one, the amount of personal details he lets slip and inserts un-prompted into his work is wildly unprofessional.

Also the thesis of his work seems to be purposeful clouding of perception to 'heal' patients of inner pain and boy fucking howdy what the fuck.

I am squinting at him too. He makes me nervous.

OKAY GOD LET'S TALK ABOUT MISHIMA BECAUSE HOLY SHIT BRUH

hi, hello, what the absolute fuck

Mishima, our biggest fan that we never asked for, literally knows nothing about the actual Thieves and is more focused on making them (and as a byproduct himself) more famous. He tries to get Reverie to go after this... random up and coming celeb? Because it'd be big news?

THIS IS STRAIGHT UP FULL THROTTLE DELUSION

and it gets WORSE

He's also finding anyone on the Phansite he doesn't like and is sending them threatening messages as if he's the fucking Thieves.

AND HE KNOWS IT'S FUCKED, HE LITERALLY ASKS IF HE'S GOING TO BE A TARGET

which, putting aside the fact I hate Mishima so much, this feel so much like a cry for help right here, like he's become fucking Twitter Poisoned and is aware of it but can't get his ass off the site and needs an intervention. He completely and totally sounds like those people who joke about how socmed is ruining their lives and how they know it's a cesspool and they should quit but they are also addicted to it.

ryuji he is that bad

So we actually go find his Shadow in Mementos and, lmao, this fucking "you just had to" BRO YOU SEEM TO MISREMEMBER HOW THIS WENT, you know, when you followed me around at school and back me into a corner so I had to admit I was one of the Thieves and you shoved this Phansite thing into play when no one asked

Mishima needs help but also dude has been holding a shovel and does not know when to stop diggin' and then keeps blaming other people for the dirt of his shirt

we don't even fight him, just leave him alone with himself, which: good. Goddamn. I would tell you go talk to Maruki but he's sus as fuck.

[hinatastinygiant]

24 | Sea

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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After you return from your traumatic trip with Emma and Hinata, you walk up the steps to the medical center and slowly walk in as though your soul has completely left your body. From the reception table where Baji sits, he can tell exactly what’s going on.

He quickly stands up and walks over to the three of you with worry clear on his face.

“What happened?” he asks as he eyes the blood completely covering you and the other girls. “None of you are hurt, are you?”

Hinata shakes her head as Baji wraps his arm around her waist, helping her stay standing. She then holds out her arm and shows Baji the number six on the inside of her wrist.

“What did you do?” he whispers.

“Y/N’s plan,” she answers, looking over at you. The poor girl has completely lost all innocence- all that was left, that is.

“Come on, let me bring you back to your room. You should lay down,” Baji then tells her before walking off.

“Are you alright?” you then ask Emma.

“Better than her,” she sighs. “Maybe we should’ve made her wait while we did it ourselves.”

“She needed the days, Emma. A chance like that wasn’t just going to happen again if we kept walking.”

“It’s so fucked,” she shakes her head as she walks off. “Good luck tellin’ ‘em you’re leavin’.”

“Thanks,” you grumble sarcastically as you watch her walk away.

When you turn around, you see Draken approaching from the direction where Hinata and Baji had walked off.

“Hey,” he waves as he draws near. “You’re fucking covered in blood, you know that?”

“I am?” you smirk as you look down at your blood-soaked clothes. “Good thing you said something.”

“Mm, well as long as it’s not yours,” he replies, lifting his hand to your cheek, and rubbing his thumb against your skin. “How’d it go?”

“Shitty,” you tell him with an attempt at a smile, “but we each got five days.”

“Was it worth it?” he continues to ask.

“If we didn’t do it, Hinata would’ve died,” you reply. “But actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. Baji, too.”

“He said he was going to his room if you want to go meet up with him now,” he nods.

“Actually, yeah, I think that’d be a good idea,” you answer nervously before the two of you begin your walk toward Baji’s room.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” Draken asks as you walk down the hallway.

“I’ll explain everything, I promise,” you answer just as you arrive outside Baji’s room. “But I want Baji to hear it, too.”

With a nod, Draken shows you his understanding. He then knocks on the door and waits to hear Baji’s voice before stepping inside.

As you follow him in, you see Baji lying in bed and staring up at his ceiling. He tilts his head to the side and watches as Draken shuts the door behind you.

“You okay?” he asks as he sits up in bed. “What the hell did you girls do?”

“There was this old guy,” you sigh as you walk up to him and sit down beside him on the edge bed. “He called us over and told us to kill him. He said we were angels and that he wanted us to kill him in the most brutal way possible.”

“Well shit. That’s why Hinata was shaking when I brought her back to her room,” Baji shakes his head.

“Yep,” you grumble, thinking it was all your fault for letting her take part in killing that old man. “But before that, Hinata and I were talking ‘bout something and I wanted to tell you guys before you find out from Emma or someone else.”

“What is it?” Draken asks worriedly as he leans against the wall closest to Baji’s bed.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Baji adds.

“Do you guys remember how I said when I came that first day I was with Hinata and someone else?” you ask them.

“The one you got separated from?” Draken replies.

You nod. “Well, Hinata and I were talking. We found each other. But he could still be out there by himself.”

“Jesus, Y/N, you agreed that you’d stay here with us,” Draken says. “What the hell are they going to say when we tell them we’re all-“

“No,” you interrupt him. “Not all of us. Just Hinata and I. I know you both want to be here. You don’t have to leave just because of someone who might still be alive.”

“So that’s it then?” Baji questions.

“It’s not. I’ll come back. Once we find him… and Hinata’s brother.”

“Are you kidding me right now? Didn’t you just say one of them might be alive and now you want to take your chance on finding two people? You know the chances of that are like one in a billion, right? So how can you say you’ll come back if you’ve got no chance of ever finding them?” Draken scoffs as he leans off the wall.

“You just said it yourself, I don’t have no chance so I’ve got to try! They’re like the only goddamn family I had since my parents…” you start to trail off. “I just need to go, okay? I promise I’ll come back.”

“Swear on it,” Baji interrupts suddenly. “One week from now you’ll come back. No matter what.”

“I swear,” you tell him.

“And you’ll take my vest. Ammo, too, for your shotgun,” he adds.

“I promise,” you smile softly. “I’ll take whatever you want me to. One week, okay?”

“’K,” he nods back, lifting his hand to your cheek. “Don’t break your promise,” he then whispers before gently kissing you on the lips. Chills run down your whole body. You nearly change your mind in that moment. How can you possibly leave these two?

“I won’t,” you answer.

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[dogvhs]

I tried to send this as an ask repeatedly but when i tried to do anything with copypaste and the indent feature tumblr violently shit itself to death. Anyway I love your hlvrai fics and wanted to send something for the DVD Commentary ask thing! This excerpt from Atonement and Enticement makes me smile, and it planted the seeds for some lovely scenes in future stories. I'd love to hear more about it. (Also I think honeysuckle is a vine and not a bush but Tommy is allowed to get a thing wrong. as a treat) - needsmoreexplosions/blacktobackmesa

"I like the pattern," Tommy murmurs absentmindedly, nodding in the direction of the basket. "Those are cosmos, right? My favorite flower is- I think they're a, uh- a type of bush, maybe not actually a flower at all, but my favorites are honeysuckle. There was a massive wall of them, right outside my- my house as a kid, so... they always make me think of home, of dad, and summers w-with him and Sunkist—" she cuts herself off, looking to the side and scratching at the back of her neck. "Sorry, I— I completely forgot where I was for a second."

"Like hearing you talk," Benrey replies. "Could hear you talk forever..." They trail off with a yawn, resting their back against the sink cupboards and eyes drifting shut.

"Stay awake, bud," Gordon chuckles, nudging their knee with his until they begrudgingly sit back up. Both Gordon and Tommy burst into laughter when Benrey immediately leans forward and rests their head atop folded arms on Tommy's lap.

"Haven't seen a ton. Almost none in person," Benrey mumbles. "But there was one I remember super well. They're called bleeding hearts. Saw them in a magazine one of the other guys left in the break room. Thought they were nice, wondered if the colors were that bright in person..." they pause to look between Gordon and Tommy. "You think when we can, we can go someplace and see 'em? Wanna... wanna see those, and more. Wanna see honeysuckle, and— what's yours, Gordo? Your favorite?"

"Yeah, we can go, and uh... man, I've never really thought about it, I guess."

"Tellin'- tellin' me no one's ever asked for your favorite? No one's bought you flowers, man? Unbelievable. If I was dating a dude this handsome you'd have to stop me from bringing him flowers every day." Benrey cackles when their words make Gordon go bright red, but they have mercy on him and move on. "Guess I'll just have to be the first and pick some up for you. You and Tommy."

Tommy laughs around a kiss laid on their forehead. "I don't th- think you'll find mine in any shops."

"No?" Benrey hums in consideration, nestling a bit further into Tommy before turning their gaze back to Gordon. "So, what're yours? If you had to pick?"

"Mm... hydrangeas. There were these big bushes outside my apartment in Seattle, and someone must've always been looking out for them, they were well taken care of. They were this super bright blue, and I remember—" Gordon laughs. "I remember scooting a chair close enough to the window while I worked on papers and shit just so I could look over every now and then and... watch 'em. Probably sounds pretty stupid."

"It's not stupid. I think it speaks to what you're like," Tommy begins softly. "You'll g- you'll go out of your way to notice the small things: things people would walk by without thinking about, but you find something in it worth paying attention to, you'll take the time to appreciate them... there're lots of things like that, that you do, I mean. Pretty incredible..." their last words leave their lips in a sigh, and Gordon's heart grows to feel fantastically light in response. It's not another second before he's pulling them towards a kiss, but he stops at the last second.

"I, uh- I should probably brush my teeth before w- holy shit, I get to brush my teeth." The other two laugh at his excited realization while Gordon jumps to his feet and grabs his toothbrush from the medicine cabinet, quickly overlaid with a healthy amount of toothpaste.

Thank you so much @needsmoreexplosions for seeing that post and sending this in! The post in question is here. This is going to be so, SO long, and I am so sorry. Like, GOD, I've written so much— please know that even though you sent this in, you're never obligated to read all of this, LMAO.

Okay, so! The purpose of writing this was a cool down scene after a brief spike of tension in the form of Gordon stressing about Black Mesa coming after Benrey. I've always loved plants, and I love that flowers have their own language. I didn't really use a lot of that here, but it's why I had the idea for them to talk about flowers in the first place, hehehe.

Their conversation here starts as a way for Tommy to take Gordon's mind away from the previous stressors, and the cosmos on his laundry hamper's the first thing she sees, so that's what her brain jumps to. It's a pleasant, easy topic to shift to, and I thought it could serve another purpose by providing little glimpses into how the three of them think about/are attached to the world around them.

For Tommy, she holds onto fond memories closely and returns to them for comfort. He sometimes has trouble discerning what's comforting for himself versus what would be comforting for other people, so relays memories of objectively good things, like childhood pets and favorites, both as a self-soothing thing and to try and serve as comfort for the other person. It's helped him ease into conversations before: by telling the other person what this topic of conversation made him think of, it encourages them to share their thoughts, and Tommy loves to listen.

For Benrey, there's so much they want to know about, and now they're out, Black Mesa is nothing but rubble, and the future they distantly wished for is now entirely possible and real for them. It's overwhelming in the best possible way. Benrey thinks about all the things they've heard about in passing, all the things they've only seen the briefest glimpses of, and wants to see as much of it as they can. A lot of the ways they look at the world is through this sense of fascination, of wonder, because a huge, huge part of it is completely unknown to them.

For Gordon, one of the few things he prides himself on is being resilient. He's proud of being trans, because he grew up in an environment that pushed back against him with everything it had, trying to get him to conform and be confined to what he was "supposed" to be. He's proud of getting through MIT because of the insane amounts of work that went into getting his degree. The trauma is still raw, but one day, he'll be proud of himself for surviving Black Mesa, and proud of himself for his family surviving with him. His fondest memories are ones where he is resilient, where he survived even if everything else wanted him not to, so a lot of his memories hinge on his struggles, both on the good and the bad sides of it.

Beyond that, this scene is a little surface-level glimpse into how their thoughts work, both in regards to themselves and each other. Their relationship is still a new one, after all, and it's been put through so many trials in the course of getting out of Black Mesa. The three of them are feeling things out, trying to understand each other.

For starters, one of Gordon's biggest personal "arcs" in parts of this fic and other fics in this series is him grappling with self-hatred. It's severe to the point where it bleeds into his thoughts, his words, his actions, so on. He'll let himself be emotionally open, and then immediately backpedal by brushing his own words off as unimportant or stupid.

Tommy's relationship with Gordon began by taking care of him, and they continue that by looking out for him, by being quick to jump in and reassure him. Hell, they got together when Tommy was desperately trying to keep Gordon alive, and at one point in chapter 7, his self-hatred is a direct obstacle in that goal, so at any chance they can get, Tommy will step in and defuse anything that feeds into that mindset.

As for Benrey, they sometimes struggle with being genuine. They're quick to misdirect anything that could come across as genuine concern/interest/what have you by joking around or doing something that'll get the others to laugh. This is something they start trying to correct in the moment, though, by going back and adding onto their previous thoughts or explaining what they said in more detail. Bit by bit, they're letting themself be open around the people they know they can trust with it.

Okay, final miscellaneous bits about this part to close off on! I liked showing all the different ways the three of them get exhausted. Gordon's plain stubborn about it, trying so hard to keep his eyes open and refusing to even think about being the first one asleep. Tommy gets rambly, much more prone to bouts of infodumping. Benrey just wants to find whatever's softest, curl up on top of it, and pass out at the first chance they get, heheh. Benrey also gets personally offended by the fact that none of Gordon's partners bought him flowers, both because it makes them wonder how they treated him and because a lot of Benrey's understanding of relationships hinges on what they've seen in media and from snippets of conversation with other security guards/talks with Tommy. It's a decently full picture of what love is and what it can be, but it's not a complete picture. Then again, who does have a complete picture of what love is? Benrey's learning to define that as they go, and it's working out well enough!

Oh, wait, wait, one last thing! There's little bits of each of their love languages in here! Benrey likes giving gifts, likes learning what people love and likes giving them things they know will be loved, which is why they hear Gordon and Tommy's favorites and immediately want to go out and find them. Tommy likes to listen, likes to make both of them feel heard, which is why she'll ask prompting questions and happily sit back to listen to Gordon and Benrey's answers. Then for Gordon, it's probably not too surprising, but he likes to give out physical touch! His first response to being hit with a wave for affection for Tommy is to pull her into a kiss, for one, and he's just a very tactile person in general: lots of hands resting on shoulders, hands holding hands, hugs, etc.!

Thank you so much for sending this in- it was really fun to talk about it!

[onlygettingolderbaby]

Summer Walker - Anna Mae Harry I say, "Babe, what we gonna do?" and you say, "We'll have our cake and eat it too". It's not the right time but you say the timing is perfect, you want me to ride for you, on you, with you, my babe. You want me to lie, say, "No, I haven't seen this guy". We doin' the most, takin' pictures you know we can't post. All alone, we turn off our phones all the way, your girl drivin' your ass insane, and you know mine don't play.

Tinashe - Pretend Perrie If we pretend that I'm happy when I'm really not, pretend that I give you everything I've got, pretend that I'm there when I ain't there, pretend that I care when I don't care. Once upon a time, I did, now I admit that I was fucking with a kid, now I pretend that everything's straight when everything ain't just covered up like paint. (When I'm looking for love I pretend it's you that I'm in love with.)

Tate McRae - Run for the hills Harry Hotels, late nights, hands through my hair, long talks, red eyes, clothes everywhere. Missing a moment when you're still there, you gotta thing you can't find nowhere. Kissing, screaming, straight back to war, I'm walking out until I lock the door. Maybe the danger's covered by the thrill 'cause I know I should be running for the hills. The way you touch me, straight to the heart, yeah, it cuts me 'cause I know deep down that it's never gonna ever be us, never gonna ever be more than just something that's fucking me up. I know that when it's all done, I'll hate you bad in the long run but, somehow, it never ends. My heel's on the edge of your bed again, yeah, I get obsessive with you. All that I want is attention from you, break into my life and break all my rules, it's true.

Masked Wolf - Astronaut in the ocean They say that I'm so fine, you could never match my grind, please do not, not waste my time. What you know about rollin' down in the deep? When your brain goes numb, you can call that mental freeze, when these people talk too much, put that shit in slow motion, yeah I feel like an astronaut in the ocean.

Brent Faiyaz - Clouded I gave it all for a fantasy, is anybody gon' remember me? If I go tonight, I doubt the world'll change, I just pray they don't forget my name. These are game rules, I can't lose, when it's all said and done, will I still be cool? Spent like ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, forty thousand. How much I'ma spend profilin'? She come in and compliment my closet, fuck her on the floor like I don't give a fuck 'bout her. Your judgement get clouded when you clouted. My opposition wish I'd stop smilin', my family wish I'd stop wildin'. I'm still on the east side smokin' with my OG's 'cause they the only ones that really know me. I was fuckin' superstars when I was nineteen, the shit we did, you won't believe me. Now I'm at the turn up, lookin' lonely, then they wonder why I'm quiet at them house parties.

ZAYN - Fingers Harry What did I tell you? Typo said I loved ya. Didn't mean what I was sayin', no, I wasn't playin', just confused. Was tryna play it smooth, stood spinnin' in this room. In this state, I been consumed. 'Cause I'm fucked and I want ya, I can't even text ya 'cause my fingers ain't working, but my heart is. If you wanna, let me know where you hiding, I can come and love ya.

PartyNextDoor - Come and see me Gigi Doesn't make sense now, shit just got real, things are gettin' intense now. I hear you talkin' 'bout "We" a lot, oh, you speak French now?Givin' me the signs so I gotta take a hint now, I hit you up like, "Do you wanna hang right now?" On the East Side and you know I'm with the gang right now, you say, "Do I own a watch? Do I know what time it is right now?". Yeah, it's after 2:00 a.m. and that's askin' a lot of you right now. All she talkin' 'bout is, "Come and see me for once".

H.E.R - Could've been Harry Somebody give me, somebody tell me the answers, me and you isn't the answer. Maybe I'm tellin' myself that, but there ain't nothin' that'll change that, what good would it be if I knew how you felt about me? It could've been right, but I was wrong, only think 'bout you when I'm alone, the part of me that cared is almost gone and I know that I can't get caught up. We could've been and we try to pretend every now and again, we don't dream about, don't think about what we could've been.

Drake - Finesse Harry Should I do New York? I can't decide. Fashion Week is more your thing than mine. I can't even lie, I'd rather stay inside, I can't do suit and tie, can't be in a room with you and stand on different sides. One thing at a time, I have to learn to hide, one thing at a time, emotions running high. I wish you felt alright just hitting my line all the time, all the time, all the– You stay on my mind all the time, all the time. It takes some finesse, I seen you finesse, he can't know finesse.

Megan Thee Stallion - Anxiety I'm a bad bitch, and I got bad anxiety, people call me rude 'cause I ain't lettin' 'em try me. Sayin' I'm a ho 'cause I'm in love with my body, isssues, but nobody I could talk to about it. They keep sayin' I should get help but I don't even know what I need, they keep sayin' speak your truth and at the same time say they don't believe, man. Excuse me while I get into my feelings for a second, usually I keep it down, but today I gotta tell it, not that anybody gives a fuck anyway, but everybody talkin' shit probably sucks anyway. Y'all don't even know how I feel, I don't even know how I deal, today I really hate everybody and that's just me bein' real.

Frank Ocean - Thinkin' bout you Harry I'm thinking 'bout you, do you think about me still? Do ya, do ya? Or do you not think so far ahead, cause I been thinking bout forever. Yes of course I remember, how could I forget how you feel? You know you were my first time, a new feel. It will never get old, not in my soul, not in my spirit, keep it alive. We'll go down this road 'til it turns from color to black and white.

Bryson Tiller - Right my wrongs Harry Tell me how can I right my wrongs, that's something that I should know, all the things that we been through, boy I never meant to put you through it twice, oh no. Could it be you calling me down? My foolish heart turns at the stars, all that I am is all that you see, you don't need nobody else and you're putting this all on me, forgive me.

ZAYN - Love like this Harry I don't wanna waste no time 'cause you are the crown, I just wanna take your time and everything is on the line, but I would rather be dead if it's gonna mean a life that's lived without you, baby. I guess that's love like this, usually, I never wanna jump like this but I think I wanna dump my chips 'cause I cannot go back. I guess that's faith like this, give you everything and you can skate like this, but I think I gotta take that risk 'cause I cannot go back.

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 15 - No More Secrets

Chapter summary: Beach Bear finally gets to go home. Dook tells Beach Bear a secret. A/N:

these guys make me insane dude. I need them to kiss so bad but I do not control the pacing (I absolutely control the pacing, but this is a slowburn so the pace must remain at Agonizingly Slow) this one's kinda two smaller chapter ideas I had that I mushed together, but I think they work together well! id love to know y'all's thoughts- and I am now taking bets on how many chapters u guys think are left until they finally kiss ',:] enjoy the pining lol

Chapter word count: 1,963 <- Chapter 14 - Chapter 16 -> Read it on AO3!

Dook stands at the front desk of the hospital, Beach Bear sitting right next to him in a wheelchair. Dook glances over toward him– he seemed a little emasculated at the idea of being stuck in a wheelchair until his knee heals, but he didn't protest. Still, he avoids eye contact with Dook as he checks him out of the hospital.

Dook places the money they got from Mini on the counter. "This should be enough," he tells the receptionist. She counts the bills, and to his surprise, hands him back some change.

"D'you have means of getting home?" She asks.

"Shit," Beach Bear pipes up. "Oh, shit. My car."

"What about it?" Dook asks.

"Where is it?" Beach Bear asks, not to either of them in particular.

"You'd have to call your insurance," the receptionist says. "They all have their own preferred junkyards they sell to–"

"Sell?" Beach Bear nearly stands up. "They can't do that!"

"Your car was totaled," she tells him monotonously. "Insurance takes those totaled cars and sells 'em to junkyards. You can probably buy it back for cheap if you're quick."

"No, that's– That's my car," he says, "I shouldn't have to pay to have it back. That's my car."

"I can't do anything for you from here," she says. She rips a receipt from the printer by her computer and hands it to Dook, still keeping eye contact with Beach Bear. "Take it up with your insurance. Have a nice day."

"This is insane," Beach Bear says as Dook circles around the back of his wheelchair to take him out of the hospital. "This is ridiculous. I cannot believe this."

"I don't get it," Dook says as they exit onto the street. "If your car got totaled, what's the point in tryin' to get it back? It's probably gonna cost the same amount to fix it as it would to just get a new car."

"That's not the point," Beach Bear insists. "It's– that's my car."

Dook stares out into the street, watching cars pass by. He figured the car was sentimental to Beach Bear– he vaguely remembers him saying he's had it a long time– but even Dook would let something that close to him go, if it was totally destroyed.

"...Is there somethin' you're not tellin' me?" He asks slowly.

"I–" Beach Bear grows quiet for a moment. Then, finally, "That car was a gift from my dad. It was his, and he'd kinda left it to go to waste for a while. When he gave it to me, we made a thing out of fixing it together. It's... stupid, but..." He lowers his head. "It felt like the only time he respected me. Felt like the only time he saw me as his son."

"...Beach Bear, I–"

"I know," he says, then sniffs. Dook can't see his face from here. "I've been doing this touchy-feely stuff too much lately." He chuckles. "I just... we gotta get that car back."

"Even if it's totaled?"

"Even if it's totaled."

"...Might hurt to see it totaled," Dook suggests.

"Probably will," Beach Bear replies.

"You think..." Dook starts. This is a stupid idea. Beach Bear's going to say no. "You think, when we get it back, maybe you'd wanna... fix it together? Make new good memories about it?"

Beach Bear's head is still low. Then, he makes a noise– Dook isn't sure if he's laughing or crying. "Yeah," he says finally. "Yeah, that sounds really fun."

"I, uh, I don't know nothin' about cars or anything, though," Dook says, backpedaling a bit.

"That's fine," Beach Bear says. "My dad taught me everything I know about cars. I can teach you."

"...Yeah," Dook says, and he can't help the smile that forms on his face.

"...So, uh," Beach Bear says. "How are we gettin' home?"

"Oh," Dook says. "You think Fatz can drive us?"

"Probably," Beach Bear says. "You wanna go call him?"

"Oh," Dook says again. "Yeah. You got a quarter?"

"You have the money, Dook."

"Oh. Yeah. Be right back."

-–—–-

Getting home is a bit of a challenge, but they finally make it back and into Beach Bear's room. Dook helps him into bed, and Beach Bear only seems to relax then.

"Better?" Dook asks.

"Much better," he says, closing his eyes peacefully.

Dook watches him do this, unsure if he just wants to sleep now or not. He shifts awkwardly, debating if he should speak up, until: "Should I, uh, get outta your hair, or...?"

"Nah," Beach Bear says. He doesn't open his eyes, but waves his hand noncommittally at him. "I don't mind you being here. I like the company."

"Okay." Beach Bear hasn't wanted to be alone since he got hurt. Even in the few days between the accident and him being released, he seemed reluctant to let Dook go home at the end of the day. Dook isn't sure why that is. Still, he stays as he was asked, taking the time to wander around the bedroom.

He finds himself returning to Beach Bear's desk. It's unchanged since the last time either of them were here, and he finds his eye drawn again to the pictures hanging above it. An old picture of Beach Bear, laughing. Something indescribable twinges in Dook upon seeing this.

"Beach Bear?" He says, not pulling his eyes from the picture.

"Yeah?" Beach Bear says back.

"...Can we promise, no more secrets between us?"

Beach Bear pauses, then chuckles. "Wasn't I cute back then?" He says. Dook glances over finally– Beach Bear's opened his eyes now, propped up slightly as he watches Dook look at the picture of him.

"I, uh–"

"I think I was, like, seventeen in that one," Beach Bear continues. "That was when I'd just started living the guy life. I was planning on running away from home."

Dook looks back at the image. "Sounds rough..."

"It was the first time I was excited about my life," Beach Bear says. It's not clear if he's still talking to Dook. "It was the first time I felt like... I had somethin' to live for, y'know? Being myself."

When Dook looks back over, Beach Bear's returned to his relaxed position in the bed. He's tired... There's no other reason he'd be talking so plainly to him now. Dook looks to the desk once more, noticing a book he hadn't before. Not thinking much about it, he picks it up.

"Mm, that's my book," Beach Bear mutters. "You can read it if you want."

Dook eyes it, noticing a bookmark slid between its pages. "You're in the middle of it," he says.

"Start from there, then," Beach Bear tells him. "Read it to me."

Dook looks at him. "I–" What is Beach Bear getting at? Why does he want him to do it? It's not like he can't do it himself... it must be something about Dook, then. "I'm... not really a good reader," he says.

"That's fine," Beach Bear insists. "I just wanna hear your voice." A compliment. And a really sweet one, at that. Dook finds himself even more at a loss for motive now, somehow. Beach Bear's just tired, he tells himself. Tired, and maybe a bit delirious. That's the only explanation. That's the only reason he could be treating him like this.

He pulls over the chair from the desk and brings it to the side of the bed. Sitting down, he opens the book... the font is smaller than he was hoping it'd be. He really isn't good at reading aloud– he stutters enough in regular conversation, having to focus on words he wouldn't use normally just makes it worse. But this is what Beach Bear wants him to do, and... Well, he can't say no to him. He'll just try his best, and take it slow.

The book is a fantasy story, set in a world of elves and knights. The plot is about a group of adventurers on a quest to find a magical item... Dook finds himself somewhat entranced by the story, even if it takes him some time to catch up on what the plot is actually about. This kind of story is a little nerdy... it's amusing to think of Beach Bear being interested in it.

Eventually, Dook reaches the end of the chapter, and stops. "That's the end of the chapter," he says, "do you want me to keep goin'?"

Beach Bear doesn't respond.

"Beach Bear?" Dook turns to him. Beach Bear is asleep. His head is slightly turned toward Dook, as if he really was paying attention before he fell asleep. He seems peaceful.

"...Beach Bear?" Dook calls again, quieter now. He isn't sure what the goal is. He whispers hoping not to wake him, but he still calls his name in the hopes he might respond. Maybe he's just making sure he's truly alone.

Beach Bear sighs in his sleep contentedly. He seems to be much happier now that he's home. Dook's seen him at what's most likely his worst these last few days– stressed, tired, in pain– but never once did Beach Bear fully lose his ability to see the bright side of things. He was always just... happy to be alive. Grateful that it wasn't worse. Glad Dook's been there with him. He's not even upset with him about the accident. He hasn't even mentioned the money since their first conversation after it all happened... He's taking it so easily.

Some part of Dook finds that enviable. He would've caved by now, himself. He would've given in to the worst of himself and just... given up. Resigned himself to the misfortune. No point in fighting for a good mood when it feels like life itself just wants you beaten down. That's how Beach Bear found him. Given up. As the time passes, Dook just grows more and more embarrassed of that fact. Beach Bear met him at his worst. He isn't sure why he even saw anything in him that night. He's not fully convinced it wasn't pity that brought him to take Dook home. He's always been a runt, anyway.

Now, though...? Dook focuses on Beach Bear's face as he rests. If he was awake, it'd feel like a stupid topic to bring up. Beach Bear would say something about how he just wanted to do something kind, no reason past that. Maybe he means it. Maybe he's just a kind person. Maybe he just likes Dook. Of course he likes him. That's what stings. He likes him. Platonically.

Dook sighs. Beach Bear's left one hand extended slightly toward the side of the bed. It'd be so easy to hold it... it's not like they haven't held hands before, but Dook still cherishes it every time. Still, he wouldn't dare doing it now and risk waking him up. He just looks at him. Always looking. Never touching, never making a move. He could never. He would never dare. He feels cowardly.

Beach Bear wouldn't want him to feel this way, he thinks. If his feelings were toward anyone else, Dook might even confide in Beach Bear about them. He'd encourage Dook to be brave, even if the idea of something as simple as holding hands made him completely freeze up. He wants to be brave, he realizes. He wants to take some risk... especially now, in the safety of knowing nothing he does will be remembered by Beach Bear. The thought terrifies him... but it excites him too. A risk only to himself– to admit it out loud, just between him and a version of Beach Bear that will never know.

"Beach Bear," he whispers, one more confirmation that he truly is asleep. He'll never know. He can never know. "I love you."

[justabumatthepark]

Yeah

Uh, man, fresh up out the sand, February tan

It's the boy, but I'm still the man

Come and get your mans

I don't know, first you caught the hands

Then you took the stand

It's a joke, but you say you real, I don't understand

On a yacht, me and all the dogs actin' like some dogs

We evolved, used to think vacation meant Niagara Falls

Swear to God, shout to Buffalo, never duckin' low

I don't stop, man, I'm stuck on go, always hug the road

Fuck a opp, make his body roll, yeah, a lot of those

Started out doin' college shows, Calipari flow

Then I popped like you never seen

We with everything, I went off in the '16, give me '17

Want a lot, can't have everything

Can't have everything

Want a lot, can't have everything

But I want everything

Bad attitude, tellin' who to calm down?

Tryna cool it all down

Who's callin' my name? Who's involved now?

Tell me who I gotta down, I'll do a song now, man

Even though there's way less to prove to y'all now, man

Everything that went around is comin' back around

Y'all better hit the ground

Goddamn, beef forever unfinished

Yeah, it's all open ended, had me off for a minute

Had you all since beginnin'

Damn, I must be coachin', 'cause I'm not playin' with them

Can you not see the difference?

I mean, I keep the fuckin' lights on in the buildin'

Man, my record deal should be 500 million, goddamn

Can't have everything

Can't have everything

Want a lot, can't have everything

But I want everything

Finally got my mind in a free state

Niggas tried to serve me up a cheesesteak

I gave them back a clean plate

Same niggas preein', 'cause they hate to see the team straight

Same niggas beakin' always duckin' my release date

That's when the phone starts ringin', like, "Are we straight?"

Two-faced nigga back around with the three face

Damn, ol' triple double, Russ face

Watch with the bust face

Never met the plug, but I rap about the plug face

Never met my self, I don't remember who I was face

Y'all fuckin' hilarious

Y'all really think y'all niggas teamin' up is scarin' us

Y'all niggas is arrogant, y'all sleep at the Sheraton

All that shit embarrassin'

TELL YOUR BIG HOMIE I'M ALL FOR GOIN' THERE AGAIN

He ain't even die and I ball with his inheritance

All that's in my account at the Bank of America

All that Drake hysteria

6 side, East Side, all that for my area

You know, hun, I'm a bit concerned about this

Negative tone that I'm hearing in your voice these days, and I

I can appreciate where your uncertainly stems from

And you have reason to question your anxieties

And how disillusioned you feel

As well as feeling skeptical about who you believe you can trust

But that attitude will just hold you back in this life

And you're going to continue to feel alienated

Give some thought to this, because I'm confident in you

And I know that you can reach your desired destination

And accomplish your goals much more quickly

Without this confrontation that I'm hearing in your tone these days

When others go low, we go high

[despairforme]

she checks the post-it once more, then at the numbers on the door. yep, this was the right apartment. the faerie wanted to be sure that this was nnoitra's new place! shifting the box in her arms, she lifts a hand to the door and raps her knuckles against it. rocking on the balls of her feet, she sure hopes he isn't too busy. what if he's unpacking? should she just come back later? before she can second-guess herself too much, she hears the door open and glances up, greeting her dear friend with a bright smile.

" nnoitra! i brought an apartment-warming gift for you. " she holds up the large, neatly wrapped box to him. it's a bit heavy, but agatha manages just fine. " it's a set of brand new pots and pans! in yellow, which is your favorite color, yes? i hope i remembered that correctly. " her smile seems to grow as she laughs. " i'm sure the pots and pans you have are just fine, but i thought, 'why not something new to go with the new place?', so i bought this for you. i really hope you like everything and you get a lot of use out of it all! "

      After going out and getting himself some hot chocolate, he had warmed up. WHICH HE NEEDED! Honestly, after waking up on the mattress he had been worried he’d never feel warm again. That’s how cold he’d been! He was back ‘ home ‘ now ( damn, it was weird, referring to this place as ‘ home ‘ ). He had decided he’d buy himself a fucking brand new bed. No second-hand shit. It was going to be NEW. Even though Nnoitra looked shabby as hell, he actually had money. Because he never spent any except for when he bought food ( and he mostly lived off cheap food anyway ). He was saving his money for the day his job landed him in serious shit, so that he could pay for medical bills. WHO SAID HE WAS STUPID?? Anyways, he had plenty of money for a new bed, so he was going to order one. He was scrolling on his phone, trying to decide on one that he could get delivered. There was a knock on his door. At first he thought it was just those fucking neighbors making noise again, but he soon realized that someone had come to visit. 

     He got up from the mattress ( it was the only place where he could sit in his apartment, since he had no furniture ). He was expecting the visitor to be one of the neighbors, and he was fully prepared for an unpleasant conversation. Color him surprised then, when he opened the door and Agatha was standing there. She was practically beaming, holding a large, wrapped box. It looked heavy. He had NEVER received an ‘ apartment warming gift ‘. With how gloomy he had been feeling lately, being shown this kindness hit pretty hard. He grinned, and he could tell his smile was wide. For the first time in fucking GOD knows how long.

      ❝ Hell yeah it is. ❞ Yellow was, indeed, his favorite color. Though one wouldn’t guess that, from how little yellow he wore or owned. He took the box from her, feeling like she was struggling with the weight of it. It really was heavy. ❝ Damn, ‘s this yer way ‘a tellin’ me I gotta start cookin’ my own meals? ❞ What was this? He was actually cracking a joke? What the fuck... 

      He stepped aside to welcome her in. Compared to her very cozy home, she would definitely find this place shitty. It was a bad apartment. Dusty, dirty and small, with no view. It kind of was... A reflection of how Nnoitra had been feeling recently. He placed the box down on the kitchen counter ( which was built-in so at least he wouldn’t have to buy one ). ❝ This is my new home. ❞ He gestured around the empty room. ❝ I guess... I gotta buy some stuff ‘ta make it look more... Home-like. ❞ ‘ Some ‘ being the understatement of the year.