#catch me outside w richard

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

hi!!! I’m so glad I discovered ur account because I love dick grayson angst revolving around insecurities n worries abt his relationship w Barbara 🥹 i was wondering if u could write a part 3 to the quieter nights series where some time passes by and dick + reader meet again . dick wants to win her back and reader is hesitant at first and then dick has to prove himself blah blah and it ends with them trying again? you don’t have to write this if u don’t want to!!! thank you so much 💗

Why yes I can💜 Im so glad that people want me to continuenthis series. I've had such a fun time writing for you guys!!

On The Quieter Nights (Part 3)

Richard Grayson x Jealous! Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Way more comfort than the last two, and a considerable amount of fluff😃

Weeks passed in a blur, each day dragging on as Dick tried to navigate the treacherous waters of his emotions. He threw himself into work—training sessions with the Titans, late-night patrols alongside Bruce, and occasionally meeting up with Barbara, who was doing her best to support him. But amid all the chaos, your absence lingered like a ghost haunting his every move.

It was on a crisp autumn evening that fate decided to intervene. Gotham’s skyline shimmered against the backdrop of dusk, and Dick found himself walking through the streets, a hot cup of coffee warming his hands. The aroma filled his senses, and for a brief moment, he could almost convince himself that everything was back to normal. But when he turned the corner onto a bustling side street, time seemed to freeze.

There you were.

Standing outside an art gallery, dressed casually yet effortlessly stunning, your laughter floated through the air as you chatted with a friend. Dick’s heart dropped to his stomach, unable to tear his gaze away. That familiar spark of joy he once felt when he saw you ignited again, but it was quickly snuffed out by a wave of embarrassment and regret.

He had wished he could run to you, to pull you into his arms and tell you how much he missed you. But the memory of your last conversation — the look that had cracked his heart open — paralyzed him in place. Instead, he took a short step back, hoping you wouldn’t see him, but it was too late.

You glanced over, catching sight of him. Your smile faltered, replaced by a rush of conflicting emotions that flashed across your eyes. He could see the hint of surprise mixed with something darker, something hurt. With an awkward wave, you turned back to your friend, and for a moment, relief washed over him. Maybe you didn’t want to talk.

But then, against all his instincts, he found himself stepping forward. He needed closure. He owed it to you to at least ask how you were doing. “Hey,” he called, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned back around, your friend excusing themselves with a knowing glance before retreating into the gallery. Silence flooded the space between the two of you as you looked at him, brow furrowed.

“Dick,” you said slowly, the weight of his name hanging in the air. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, I… I didn’t expect to see you either,” he admitted, forcing a smile that felt foreign on his face. “How have you been?”

Your expression softened, but there was still a hint of guardedness. “I’ve been okay. Busy with work, you know?” You gestured towards the gallery as if it was a shield from your true feelings. “Just staying busy.”

“I get that,” he murmured, his heart aching for what once was. “I’ve… I’ve missed you.”

A brief silence followed before you spoke again, your tone cautious. “Missed me? It’s been weeks, Dick. And you’re with Barbara.”

At the mention of Barbara, a pang of guilt flared up within him. “We haven’t…” he started, searching for the right words. “It’s not what you think. We were just trying to help each other out after… well, after everything.”

You looked away, a shadow crossing your features. “I see.”

“I know I hurt you. And I never wanted to,” he continued, stepping closer. “I just didn’t realize how much you meant to me until you were gone. I wish I could take back what happened.”

Your gaze met his, and for a moment, he saw a glimmer of the love that had once existed between you. But then it flickered away, replaced by an undeniable sadness. “Dick, I’ve had time to think. I really thought you were different. I thought we had something special.”

“We do,” he interjected, desperation creeping into his voice. “I just messed up. I let my past cloud what was right in front of me, and I can’t stop regretting it.”

“Regret doesn’t change the past, Dick,” you replied quietly, crossing your arms defensively over your chest. “I can’t be second best anymore. I deserve more than that.”

He took a deep breath, fear clenching at his heart. “You aren’t second best to anyone. You mean everything to me. I just… I need time to figure this out.”

“Time?” The hurt in your voice was palpable, and it cut him deeper than he cared to admit. “How long will that take? Because I can’t keep waiting around while you sort out your feelings for someone else.”

Dick's heart raced. “I don’t want to lose you, but I understand if you need space. Just know that I’m willing to fight for us.”

Your face softened again, but the resolve remained in your stance. “Fighting is one thing, Dick. But it’s not just about you wanting me back. I need to know you truly mean it.”

He nodded, taking a risk by reaching out to grasp your hand gently. “I promise I’ll show you. I’ll prove to you that what we had was real. Just give me a chance.”

You hesitated, your eyes searching his face as if trying to decipher his intent. “One chance?”

“Yes. One chance,” he affirmed fervently, squeezing your hand softly. “Let’s start over. No past, just us.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and in that moment, he saw a glint of hope sparking in your eyes. But as quickly as it came, it retreated again, leaving uncertainty swirling in the air.

“I’ll think about it, Dick,” you finally said, withdrawing your hand but still locking eyes with him. “But I can’t promise anything.”

That was fair, he thought, watching you take a step back, creating distance again. “Just… let me know, okay? I’m here whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded, a small flicker of a smile gracing your lips for just a second. “I will. Take care of yourself, Dick.”

And just like that, with another brief glance, you turned and walked away, leaving Dick standing under the glow of streetlights, held captive by the sweet ache of nostalgia and the flickering hope for a second chance.

He stood there, watching you disappear into the gallery, determination surging through him. You deserved better than his past mistakes, and he was determined to show you just how much you truly meant to him.

It wouldn’t be easy, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a sense of purpose rising inside him—a reason to fight for something worth keeping.

As he walked away from him standing under the street lights of the gallery, the weight of his past began to lift, hope threading its way through the shadows. He could win you back; he just had to believe it was possible.

Masterlist

[xwhitenoise]

obsessed with how richard siken has recycled some lines from older works and given them new life later on.

like

"I float too much to wander, like you, in the real world. I envy it but that’s the dealio—you’re a train and I’m a trainstation and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story." ("The Long and Short of It," 2002)

vs.

"All day the snow falls down, all night the snow. I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story. We left footprints in the slush of ourselves, getting out of there." ("Landscape with Black Coats in Snow," 2015)

--

"Here is a place for it to happen. A place where I can love you. The letter delivered, the year decembered, the river swum." ("The Long and Short of It," 2002)

vs.

"I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger." ("Snow and Dirty Rain," 2005)

--

(more tucked away under the cut because boy oh boy!)

"He could build a city, has a certain capacity, makes a little bird and then they say it's not a bird and he says Okay, it's not a bird and he and the bird just laugh. I could be talking about anyone." ("Ornithopter," 2001)

vs.

"He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place — well then, game over." ("Road Music," 2005)

--

"History repeats itself. Somebody says this. History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters, its bottle of gin. History is blue. History is a little man in a brown suit trying to describe a room he is outside of. History says So, we meet again. History says Let me tell you just a few things, maybe. I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours." ("Ornithopter," 2001)

vs.

"History repeats itself. Somebody says this. History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters. History is a little man in a brown suit trying to define a room he is outside of. I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours." ("Little Beast," 2005)

--

"Like Hansel, we'd like a map, some landmarks, a trail away from doom, more knots in the rope, a ratchet that catches and holds so we don't have to start from scratch each time we want to rise from the floor." ("Ornithopter," 2001)

vs.

"Drew and I are still Hansels lost in the woods, looking for maps, looking for a trail away from doom, but we did what we could for as long as we could." ("Six Point Goodbye," 2007)

vs.

"Together we trace out the trail away from doom. There isn’t hope, there is a trail. I follow you." ("War of the Foxes," 2015)

--

"There are so many things I'm not allowed to tell you. I touch myself, I dream." ("Dirty Valentine," 2005)

vs.

"There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you. That’s another reason I’m a liar. And a poet. And very good at my job." ("The Ethics of the Taxonomy," 2006)

--

"Another friend says the local body is a fallacy. Yet another friend says Aw sweetie, you have your own body so you can do what you want without me." ("Love from a Distance," 2001)

vs.

"His insides and his outsides kept apart with an imaginary line— thick and rude and imaginary because there is no separation, fallacy of the local body, paint on paint. I have my body and you have yours. Believe it if you can. Negative space is silly." ("The Way the Light Reflects," 2005)

--

"Why make a map? Why do anything at all? Not how, because hows are easy, series or sequence, one foot after the other, but existentially why bother, what does it solve?" ("The Definitive Version," 2006)

vs.

"Why paint a bird? Why do anything at all? Not how, because hows are easy—series or sequence, one foot after the other—but existentially why bother, what does it solve?" ("The Language of Birds," 2015)

--

"Fact is, the world is full of things that are trying to kill you. We do not walk through a passive landscape and sometimes you need a map to find the food, the hiding places." ("The Definitive Version," 2006)

vs.

"Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory? We do not walk through a passive landscape. The paint dries eventually." ("Landscape with Fruit Rot and Millipede," 2015)

--

"If we wanted to tell you everything, we would leave more footprints in the snow or kiss you harder." ("You Are Jeff," 2006)

vs.

"So here’s the open window where we pranced around and did our tricks and left these footprints in the snow, performing in this puppet show." ("Close Parenthesis," 2007)

--

"There are two birds in your head, raven and crow, and only one of them is yours." ("Black Telephone," 2001)

vs.

"A man had two birds in his head—not in his throat, not in his chest—and the birds would sing all day never stopping. The man thought to himself, One of these birds is not my bird. The birds agreed." ("The Language of Birds," 2015)

[standbyme-shit]

Let’s talk about my little fic I’m writin for Stand by Me/The Goonies.

This is such a fun AU that I love fuckin around with but I haven’t really been writing that much for it which is sad but what can you do

• so I’ve deCIDED. That Teddy Duchamp is Mouth Devereaux’s uncle. Uncle Teddy.

• this fic would take place during the Goonies movie okay

• I like to think that Richard Chambers, being the stupid fucker that he is, made a big huge ultra mega incredibly dumb mistake and got some girlfriend of his pregnant and was like “well shit. Can’t do the responsible thing and better myself for this kid. Not as long as my name is EYEBALL CHAMBERS. No no no honey I’m gonna drop this thing off with my brother and his twink roommate”

• so that’s what he does. Leaves a kid in front of the door to Chris and Gordie’s apartment in NY with a note that says nothing but “don’t want it. Yours now. - Eyeball” and Chris is like “what in the everloving fuck”

• but Gordie is ecstatic???

• bro’s like “A BABY? FOR FREE??? WE ARE KEEPING HER CHRISTOPHER”

• the birth of Robyn(Bobby because Chris js despises “Robby” for some reason idk he’s a diva w names) Denise Chambers

• get it. Get it. Denise like Dennis Because Denny because Gordie’s dead brother

• anyways.

• IN A WORLD. WHERE DOROTHY LACHANCE DIVORCES HER FUCK KNUCKLE OF A HUSBAND IN THE YEAR 1985

• guess where she moves. Guess.

• like right outside the Goon Docks. Where it ain’t considered part of the town so her house don’t get torn down by what’s-his-fuck

• aNYWAYS. Bobby and her parents are helpin Grandma Lachance move and then she’s like “hey. I got a friend/extended family member that lives like five minutes from here” and tells her parents that she gon go find Mouth and they’re like “okay you do that”

• so begins the whole plot of Goonies but Bobby just does not wanna be there whatsoever

• she’s just like “holy fuck guys I just wanna leave what the hell” the ENTIRE TIME

• pulls the “my dad’s a lawyer” card when the Fratelli family literally be threatening their lives

• they’re like “you aren’t gonna make it out of here alive” or “we’re gonna kill you when we get to you” and Bobby just fuckin scoffs and is like “my dad is one of the best lawyers in New York. He’ll DESTROY your ass”

• city girl is NOT afraid to talk back to these ruthless criminals istg it’s a fatal personality trait

• best thing tho. The whole time, nobody else involved in this whole thing knows how Mouth and Bobby know each other. Like at all

• they just be talkin about ‘that one time five years ago’ and everyone’s like “if y’all ain’t related then what the fuck” because they’ve literally never met Bobby and Mouth’s lived in Astoria his literal entire life

• at the end of the movie when the kids are being reunited with their parents and family and all that, Bobby goes to her parents and our boy Michael Walsh flips his absolute shit because one of his all time favorite authors is this random chick’s father

• Mouth starts talking to Chris and Gordie and they’re all just catching up and Mikey’s hyperventilating because now one of his best friends somehow knows Gordon Lachance???? They’re just acting like old friends that haven’t seen each other in a couple months????

That’s. All I have really. At least right now. But I love this AU and wanna write it but honestly with what fucking motivation because I haven’t seen it anywhere

[redd956]

58 Books Reading List

Originally made for myself; decided to post it (Have already read several, and some I added many for others to look into because I read them and they were fire)

CW: Primarily depressing????

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

The Fox and the Hound by Daniel P. Mannix

Animal Farm by George Orwell

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Metro 2033 by Dmitry Glukhovsky

Dune by Frank Herbert

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

Watership Down by Richard Adams

Who Goes There? by John W. Campbell

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes

The Liar's Club by Mary Karr

Felidae by Akif Pirinçci

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Aeon Legion: Labyrinth by J. P. Beaubien

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

Reading Lolita In Tehran by Azar Nafisi

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

Percy Jackson & The Olympians by Rick Riordan

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

Night by Elie Wiesel

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle

The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Holes by Louis Sachar

The Jungle by Upton Sinclair

The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Moby Dick by Herman Melville

The Plague Dogs by Richard Adams

The Call of the Wild by Jack London

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Raptor Red by Robert T. Bakker

Beloved by Tori Morrison

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer

Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

Shadow of the Conqueror by Shad Brooks

Le Morte d'Arthur by Thomas Malory

The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

Middlemarch by George Eliot

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[cas-kingdom]

"Am I in trouble?"

W/ your Greys OC and Derek pls ❤️

"Am I in trouble?” You asked the question with only a hint of seriousness, not quite believing you had any reason to be in such trouble but pondering it all the same with how quiet your dad had been since he’d picked you up from college. The entire drive home, he’d been biting at his lip, tapping his fingers against the driving wheel, humming under his breath to songs he didn’t even know on the radio...all tell-tale signs that something was on his mind. Something he had yet to disclose to you, who’d only put up with his uncharacteristic silence because you’d had quite a tiring day and weren’t necessarily going to complain about some extra peace before the busyness of home slapped you right across the face.

Now you were parked outside the house, you figured it best to get it—whatever it was—over with so you could actually sleep that night.

Derek, one hand on the car door, the other on his seat belt, frowned immediately and turned to face you. “Huh? Why would you be in trouble?”

You shrugged, opening the door. “No reason,” you said. “Just...well. You haven’t talked much since you picked me up, which is weird. That’s all.” You stepped out and shut the door, conveniently missing Derek’s agitated sigh and his self-admonishing whisper of “idiot” before he followed you out.

“You’re not in trouble,” he assured you with a tight-lipped smile, locking the car.

“Bad day, then?” you asked. “Argument with Meredith? Is that tooth hurting again?”

Derek subconsciously put a hand to his jaw at that, but offered a forced smile as you walked slowly towards the front door, evidencing his answer of no. Puffing your cheeks out, you shook your head and resigned yourself to receiving as good as it was currently going to get. 

There was a brief moment, between Derek putting his hand on the door’s handle and pushing it open, that you caught a glimpse of a grin on his face. There was a very short amount of time to acknowledge and act upon such an expression, however, as the second he pushed the door open, a chorus of cheers, the sudden sound of party poppers and horns, and your own responding scream resounded in your ears.

Instinctively, you curled in on yourself, launching your forearms up to protect your face and cowering back from the cacophony of noise. The cheering turned to laughter as Derek came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you playfully back into his chest and placing a loud kiss on your temple as you stayed rigid, mouth open and eyes wide. Once you had partly recovered, you let your eyes rove the room, catching the tables of food, the countless balloons and streamers, and the huge CONGRATULATIONS banner hung across the far wall. It seemed as though the entire surgical floor were standing in your living room, most of them with drinks in their hands and party hats strapped onto their heads, kids running around the place and whacking each other with balloons.

“You might wanna change your face before it stays like that forever,” Jackson called through the crowd, and everyone erupted into laughter again as you shut your mouth and slowly let a grin worm its way onto your lips.

“There she is!” Callie yelled, clapping her hands.

You shook your head and put your face in your hands. “You guys are crazy!” 

“What? You thought we’d let you get into Harvard and not throw a surprise party?” Derek asked.

“Congratulations, Y/N,” Meredith said as she moved forward, passing you a glass of champagne. “We’re all so proud of you.”

“Come on! Let’s do shots!” Alex waved a bottle of vodka in the air and Richard slapped his hand, mentioning something about the children and the fact it was only four in the afternoon, which Alex vehemently protested against the importance of.

You glanced over your shoulder. “You were worried about spilling the secret, huh?”

Derek chuckled. “You know me,” he said, then kissed the tip of your nose. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

“But I really should arrange an appointment with the dentist,” he deliberated quietly, his hand reaching for his jaw again.

Grey's Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[noface-phantom7]

Possession: Kinda Victor-ious

A Case of SCP-1990: The Mediocre Wish Granter

(Part One)

“Got it, Mrs. Robinson.” I say over the phone, one hand covering my other ear to make out her words over the loud howling of snow on her background. “Yes, I can stay with him overnight. Don’t worry, I already called mom—yeah, won’t be a problem. Sure, stay safe out there!” Then there was a beep signaling the end of the call. I sighed, then slid the phone back in my pocket.

“What’d she say?” A small voice says to me from the couch, Richard, the eight-year old kid I was supposed to babysit. “Tell me she’s going home tomorrow.”

“Yep,” I nodded, walking back towards the couch where he sat watching a movie. Richard grins, sighing in relief as he returned to his show. “I’ll have to crash here for the night too. That okay with you, kiddo?” I ask him, plopping down beside him and looking out the window, where the snow was also picking up and starting to fall heavier.

“You cook better than her.” He deadpans while holding his stuffed tiger close, and I laugh while patting his head. I live a few houses over, though my mom knew Lydia, his mother, from the local garden club so I frequently came over to babysit Richard since he was four. They’re nice people, a single mother and her two sons—so I couldn’t really refuse. And anyway, I had another reason why I liked coming over.

“So, what do you want for dinner?” I ask Richard, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. He just shrugs, ponders for a moment, then points over the box on the counter. “Mac and cheese? Again?”

“Mom’s not here anyway.” He just mutters, and I chuckled as I stood up to get ready. I should’ve guessed that ‘cooking better’ meant ‘cooking what I want’ to Richard. “Crunchy top please.” He adds, turning back to the movie.

“That’s going to take a little—” I respond, already on my way to the kitchen, when there was a loud knock on the door. I raised an eyebrow at this, even Richard looked over the couch curiously. “Coming!” I call out, intrigued as to who may be out in the snow at this time. It could just be someone asking directions, I thought, or a neighbor.

As soon as I turn the knob of the door open, the person pushes it open fully, then slips inside as he slams it close against the biting cold. I was going to yell for Richard to call the cops, but caught myself while the figure shook snow off his hair and coat.

This was the other reason I liked coming over.

“Sorry mom, I know it’s sudden but—” he starts to mumble quickly, but stops short at my sight. “Seth? What are you doing here?” He asks. This was Victor, Richard’s older brother. He’s about two years my senior, much taller, and already a sophomore in a university a couple of towns away. I wasn’t as close with him as I was with Richard, especially since Lydia and Victor weren’t on the bestest of terms. Still, I’ve long since felt something every time we cross paths in school or whenever I sit Richard.

Victor was a few inches taller than I am, and since I last saw him two years ago, he seems to be oozing more of his appeal now. He had eyes that I could swear people would get drawn to, youthful masculine face and sculpted features, great physique, and a smile that could get anyone. I liked coming over, not because I harbored feelings for him, but I always wanted to be just like him—especially physically.

He was very athletic too, I recall he’d been part of the high school’s basketball team. Even when he started college, Lydia had mentioned a couple of times that he made it on their team as well, though I heard he quit the team beginning sophomore year because of a disagreement between him and a couple of teammates. Still, I’ve spent a couple of moments doing ‘business’ on a couple of his team’s photoshoots.

“Your mom’s visiting a friend and then, y’know.” I told him, gesturing at the snow outside while also trying to catch my breath. His brows rise in understanding, then nods at me, making my heart jump a little and life stir in my pants. “She didn’t tell me you were coming though?”

“It’s more of an impulse thing…” He replies a little sheepishly, hanging his coat over the stair banister. He looked a little flushed too, maybe from the snow but even his eyes were a little red as if he were crying. “Listen, I just need the night over, maybe I can leave before mom comes home so don’t tell her.”

“Are you okay? I ask, catching him just before he ascends the stairs. He looked a little troubled as he turned back, the corners of his lips twitching a little before offering a curt nod.

“Yeah, I just need the night. I’ll get back to my dorm tomorrow.” Victor says softly, smiling slightly before making his way up to his old room and leaving me a little dumbfounded. At the same time, Richard steps out of the living room and into the hallway.

“Was that Vic again?” He asks, his plush tucked under his arm. I nod, looking back up the stairs then before turning back to Richard. I opened my mouth to ask him about it but he shrugs and beats me to it. “Oh yeah, he sneaks home when he fights with his boyfriend.” He tells me as-a-matter-of-factly.

“He has a boyfriend?” I start to ask Richard, and he just nods as he turns back towards the living room. “I didn’t know—”

“He doesn’t know that I know so don’t tell him.” He calls out over the sound of the TV, then adds. “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”

I was still a little stunned, and pleasantly surprised at the revelation but quickly went to prepare Richard’s food, contemplating whether or not I make enough for Victor too. I did end up making a little extra, though, and had Richard tell him about it. He said he wasn’t really hungry but thanked me nonetheless. It took most of my self-control and will to not peek into Victor’s room though.

It was soon late night, Victor really hadn’t gone down at all meanwhile Richard was already fighting to keep his eyes open so I had to tuck him in. I was originally supposed to sleep in Victor’s room, and since I didn’t want to sleep in Lydia’s room, that left me the couch. The guest room hadn’t been cleaned in years, and as tempting as it was, I’d rather get uncomfortable than sleep in dust.

Outside, the blizzard had only gotten stronger and I was thankful the Robinsons had heaters installed. I had turned the TV off once I had tucked Richard in, and waited for sleep to take me as I scrolled on my phone. It was around midnight when tendrils of drowsiness had started to take root in me when Richard appeared behind the couch.

“Whoa, buddy.” I told him, rising up from the couch. “You okay? Can’t sleep?”

“I just thought you’d be lonely down here, so have her.” He tells me then dumps his stuffed tiger on my lap before yawning and turning back. “Sarah helps you sleep.” And then he was gone.

I chuckled as I lied back down while I examined the toy. It looked old, and the name ‘SARAH’ was written in bold marker on the clean and care tag, it was cute and thoughtful. I had just tucked one of the pillows under my head when I heard footsteps, heavy, leading to the kitchen. I shifted on the couch a little, enough to see Victor in his pajamas taking something out of the fridge.

At that point, I could already feel exhaustion and sleep seeping into my bones. I gripped the toy close to me, my vision already fading all the while I thought in my head, “I wish I looked as great as Victor.”, with the sight of him sneaking back upstairs the last I see.

Some time in my sleep, I felt something in and around me shift. I couldn’t explain it, and I could be dreaming, but it felt as if I was floating freely in the air. My vision was a little foggy, but a sudden breeze seemingly blew me up and through what looked like the ceiling downstairs. It was surreal, like swimming in the ocean and getting carried by a strong current.

My eyes adjusted slightly in the dark, and beneath me I could see a familiar figure—it was Victor in a prone position. I looked at his sleeping facade, his features softening and giving way to a more innocent look. I was confused, I didn’t know what was happening and why I was seeing him like this. It was only until I felt the breeze again, when it started to pull me down towards Victor that I started to panic. All I could do as I got dragged down was shield my face, and brace for impact.

–

“Hey!” I felt small hands gripping my arm, shaking me awake from my sleep. It was a little faint, with my hearing slowly coming to me as I bolt up. “Hey, I can’t find Seth.” He tells me, and I blink around me in confusion.

“What?” I asked, my voice sounding a little groggy and deeper than I knew. Even the room looked a little too bright for me, the couch—or bed felt much softer than I remembered. I could feel a blanket tangled between my legs, though I distinctly remember not having one. “Did you guys bring me up here?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.

“Huh?” Richard asks, raising an eyebrow at me. “I can’t find Seth, did you see him?”

“What do you mean?” I ask back, my vision finally clearing. It was then that I realized I was in Victor’s room, evidenced by the countless posters all over the walls, a dozen questions running in my head, including Richard’s weird question, and I had to press my palms over my eyes. “I’m—”

I stopped, hearing my voice. I blinked once, then brought my hands down, staring at the veins that run along my arm. My hands were bigger, as well as my arms, and I wasn’t wearing the shirt I had yesterday—instead I was wearing Victor’s pajamas. I threw the blanket off my legs, making Richard jump back, as I stared at my legs, except they weren’t mine. I touched my face, ran a hand through my hair, and stifled a sound of both surprise and disbelief.

“Are you okay?” Richard asked, though he was now standing near the door and looked a little spooked. I didn’t know how to respond, but the first thing that came to mind was to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating or having delusions.

“Yeah,” I told him, slowly getting off the bed and then noting that the snowfall had stopped through the window. “Maybe he had to go early.” I say, both weirded out and aroused at hearing Victor’s voice come out of my mouth.

“Aww.” Richard groans, stepping out of the room. “Can you call him for me please? I can’t find Sarah anywhere.”

“Sarah?” I ask, before remembering his stuffed tiger. “Yeah sure, just give me a sec.” He disappeared into the hallway at this, and I dashed towards the door and closed it as soon as he was away. Immediately, the first thing I did was turn towards the mirror on the corner of the room and stripped my shirt off.

“Holy shit,” I say under my breath, the corners of my mouth twitching up to a smile while I glide my hand over my broad chest, the other tracing my abs. I pinched myself for a moment, and once I was sure I wasn’t dreaming, continued to admire myself in the mirror. “It’s real.” I tell myself, letting my hand plunge inside my pants.

I couldn’t even recall much of what happened—all I remember was falling asleep as I watched Victor sneak back upstairs, the weird dream, and then this. Was it even really a dream, or was it what led to this? Did my wish somehow come true? I had no clue, and I didn’t really want to think much about it as I felt the strong urge to explore my new self, and mess around my new body, which I did.

It was the best feeling I’ve had, ever, and I found myself a little reluctant to pull myself off the bed once I was done and reeling from the afterglow. But when I did, I had to physically turn myself away from the mirror, or else I’d be playing with myself again. I decided to dress up, and since it was the weekend, maybe have some fun as Victor for a while.

I dashed down towards the kitchen, where I saw Richard preparing himself a bowl of cereal. “Well?” He asked, looking at me expectantly.

“Well what—” I start, then remembered earlier, when he was looking for me and his toy. “Oh. Yeah, Seth had to get home early, something was up. Didn’t mention Sarah.” I bluff, shrugging at him who eyes me suspiciously before sighing. “Look buddy, I have to go. Don’t tell mom, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He replies, pouring milk on his bowl. I grin at him, then gave him a wink as I grabbed Victor’s coat hanging on the bannister. I patted the pockets down, and quickly found his car keys.

Because of Richard’s revelation last night, I had a vague idea of how to spend the day: back in Victor’s university. I don’t know what was up with him and his boyfriend, but I plan to take advantage of it. I checked his phone earlier, and he had a couple of messages and calls from who I assume was his boyfriend, Jude.

The road outside was fortunately already cleared, no more snow or sheets of frozen puddle so driving out wasn’t much of a problem. The streets and many turns leading to his university felt like I knew them all along, like muscle memory, so it wasn’t long until I was looking for a spot to park my car. I didn’t have all his memories, it seemed like the more I try to think about them, the more I can jog my memory back out.

Once I parked the car, I had to pause to ‘feel’ where Victor would usually go. The campus was sprawling, and despite the cold, there were still more than a handful of people up and about. I walked for a bit, glancing at the looming building that I was sure were the student dorms. I took the moment to gloat at my reflection, taking a picture of myself and wondering what had happened to the real Victor.

I grinned, before pocketing my phone as I made my way towards the building. Well, I couldn’t care less where he was now. Sure, I had a slight twinge of guilt gripping my heart, but it wasn’t as if I did this intentionally.

I don’t even know how long this will last, what the reason behind this was, or what happened to my old self. It was all confusing, and the thought of my old self just disappearing after all this crept like a silent fear in my gut.

But to be honest, part of the entire ordeal filled me with a strange excitement—I’ve always looked up to Victor, and also envied him a little, and now the universe has given me all that he had with the bonus that he swung the same way I did. Heck, all I even wished for was to look as great as he does. I don’t know, it seems like it was rewarding me somehow in this way. Or was this some Freaky Friday scenario too?

I laughed the latter idea off, it sounded ridiculous, and it was much fun to think of the former. But if it was the latter, well, I can’t say I’m complaining. I shrugged it all off, suppressing both the anxiety and guilt inside me as I pushed the doors open.

Whatever this entire thing was, I’m going to have a hell of a time regardless. And that starts with whatever’s up with Victor and Jude. Though, I wonder, could I fix it if I walked in on him in their dorm room shirtless?

[sunshinereddie]

bestie… devastating news… this song is so Eddie Kaspbrak coded…

“Wonder what I did to deserve this / how could you hurt a little kid?”

“all that I did to try to undo it / all of my pain and all your excuses / I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless / (someone who loves you wouldn’t do this)”

“all of my past, I tried to erase it / but now I see, would I even change it? / might share a face and share a last name but (We are not the same)”

goddddd. fuck.

Thinking abt Eddie post-canon (ALIVE! HES ALWAYS ALIVE IN MY MIND HOLY FUCK) having to go back to Myra where she berates him for leaving so suddenly and for almost dying. As if it was a conscious choice… and he catches himself defending her in his mind, because “she is just worried, she’s yelling because she loves me”. But then he remembers the reaction of the rest of the Losers when they saw him after his surgery. All wobbly smiles and “I love you”s. Everyone taking a turn holding his hand and expressing their relief that he was alive.

And suddenly is occurs to him, someone who loves you wouldn’t do this. He knows what they would do, because he has people who love him. People who love him unconditionally and without reservations. They were so happy to see him in that hospital room. Myra is angry at him. So angry she hasn’t even asked how his condition was. Just launched straight into a tirade about him being an inconsiderate husband. It all hits him like fucking truck. Myra’s face almost seems to morph into that of the late Sonia Kaspbrak.

Without warning he starts laughing. Laughing at his situation, at his cluelessness. Myra goes a brilliant shade of red, features contorting into an expression that could only be described as irate. Normally, he’d back off and let her continue to scream at him until she got it out of her system. But he doesn’t even know what “normal” is anymore. “Myra, this isn’t healthy” his voice is, thankfully, even. Her face seems to drain of color, suddenly making her seem small.

“Eddie bear, I’m just so worried about you! You left with hardly any explanation and almost got yourself killed. Don’t you see how idiotic that is? This is why you can’t be trusted to be on your own! You can’t take care of yourself! I love you Eddie but-“

“Your love shouldn’t be conditional Myra! Your sentence should’ve ended at I love you! No buts! You haven’t even asked me yet if I’m okay! I’ve been home an entire hour and you haven’t said one nice thing to me! This. Isn’t. Healthy. I can take care of myself! I don’t need you to coddle me! I pulled a knife literally out of my face! I survived a fatal chest wound that I got protecting my friend! I did those things! I don’t need you or anyone else to protect me. I am brave… braver than I ever thought I was capable of being.” His hands are kind of shaking but he feels good. He feels light, like he could float away.

Myra looks like she might be sick.

“Look, we just aren’t good for each other. I don’t think we should be together anymore. I’m gonna go, I’ll stay with a friend for a while. You should expect papers soon. I’m… sorry this didn’t work out, and that it’s ending the way it is. I know we weren’t always like this. I’ll see you around Myra.”

Tears were building up in his eyes but he still turned around and made his way back outside. Myra hadn’t moved from her spot in the middle of the living room, he was thankful for that. It made it so much easier to get back into his car (that he hadn’t even gotten around to unloading) and drive. He wasn’t sure where he was going yet or what he was going to do in the long run, but he knew what he had to do right now.

“Siri, call Richard Tozier.”

-

I could’ve gone down the Sonia & Eddie route, but my first thought was how their relationship shaped Eddie’s relationship w/ Myra. So here it is!

- 🫀

heartie. you're killing me here.

AAAAAAHHHH LEJRHBFLSJEBFGAL;OWRHNFLSAIHEGF;AEOSBGRL THIS IS SOOOO GOOOOD AASAHAHHHHHH like actually oh my god. this was so good.

"someone who loves you wouldn’t do this. He knows what they would do, because he has people who love him. People who love him unconditionally and without reservations." THE LOSERS HELPING HIM REALIZE THIS IS MY FAVOURITE HC EVER,,,, ALL HE'S EVER KNOWN HIS ENTIRE LIFE SINCE MOVING OUT OF DERRY IS HOW SONIA AND MYRA HAVE TREATED HIM, UNTIL HE COMES BACK TO DERRY AND IS SHOWN REAL LOVE AND COMPASSION BY HIS BEST FRIENDS.... HIS REAL FAMILY...... *SOBS AS LOUD AS I CAN*

another amazing mini fic.... i love you so much.....

[intercoursefluids]

The Impromptu Sleepover Part 2 (Final)

One day. All she asked for was one normal day. Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it? A single completely average day is not too much to ask for.

Unless of course, you are Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Then it’s impossible.

People around Marinette start crying as Scarecrow walks into the room, mothers hiding their children behind them as everyone holds onto each other, scared of what’s to come.

Marinette shudders at the pure animosity radiating from the man-turned monster.

Adrien, ever the faithful friend, mistakes the slight shake as fear and shifts so he covers her from the villain’s view.

Everything is quiet before Scarecrow starts on his evil monolog (not that anyone cares).

Tuning him out Marinette looks around, trying to come up with a plan to get everyone out before a shrill scream and crying fill the air causing her to snap back around.

Some of Scarecrow’s goons are holding a woman back as a small boy is dragged up to the monster himself.

Grabbing the boys are he holds the trembling child painfully tight before reaching behind him and pulling out a canister.

Seeing as how Marinette planned this whole trip she made sure to know all about the local heroes and villains.

And the knowledge of what that bastard was going to do to that poor kid squashed any sense of self-preservation Marinette had.

Rushing forward she manages to make it past the few armed men standing between her and Scarecrow and rips the kid away from him just to get blasted in the face by the fear-toxin.

Ringing fills her ears as she collapses to the ground, voices shouting from the corners of her mind.

All of them shouting how they failed her, she should have done better. That she never should have been chosen.

One voice rings out crystal clear amongst all of the other roaring voices.

You said you would save me, M’lady. I should have known better than to trust someone like you. After all, you aren’t even worth the Ladybug miraculous. I have to say, I’m disappointed in you Bugaboo.

Her head jerks up at her partner’s voice, tears streaming from her eyes as she comes face to face with someone she never wanted to see again.

Chat Blanc.

Voices surround her as explosions sound in the distance. Her parents, her friends, everyone. All screaming at how she failed them, how she should have stopped when she had the chance.

Children’s cries fill the air around her, only these are different. They don’t echo from within her head, instead, they come from around her, slowly grounding her. Reminding her that this is just some monster’s trick.

The fear is still there, prominent as ever, but now her focus is on getting everyone out. She hasn’t failed yet.

Slowly uncurling from the ball she had formed she looks around. Forcing herself to see past the bloodied faces of people she failed to save.

All around her everyone is still the same, the hostages in the same places, same as the gunmen (even if they look smug at her suffering).

The only one missing is Scarecrow himself, and turning ever so slowly to face Chat Blanc her fears are confirmed.

In Scarecrows place stands her beloved kitty.

Pure unadulterated rage fills her as he dares wear her kitten’s face.

Lunging at Chat Blanc she hears the startled screams as she attacks him before the rushing in her ears takes over, leaving her deaf to the sound of shattering glass as the heroes arrive on the scene.

Having the advantage of surprise on her side she manages to pin him fairly easily tying his arms behind his back with her visitors’ pass before spinning around to help take down the rest.

An arm wraps around her, trapping her arms to her side as she struggles, a hand coming up to cover her eyes as she tries to getaway.

Quiet shushing and words of reassurance reach her ears causing her struggling to slow.

“W-who are you?”

Marinette winces at the tremor in her voice as she takes stalk of her surroundings.

Her head is tucked under their chin as their surprisingly strong arms hold her in place, one hand still firmly over her eyes.

“My name is Damian. I’m trying to help keep you calm until they can get you the anti-serum.”

She chuckles even as she shakes in his hold.

“It’s not normally a good idea to grab a girl from behind if you want her to calm down.”

He tenses slightly.

“Right, I didn’t think that through. Most people see what they are most afraid of so I thought if I took that away it would help you calm down.”

Marinette doesn’t reply for a while, opting to try and match his breathing instead of replying. All the while subconsciously leaning more against him.

“It’s working I’ll admit, you just went about it horribly. Can we sit down? I feel like my legs are about to give out.”

She feels him loosen his hold and fumble with something behind her before the hand over her eyes is replaced with a piece of cloth. He takes her hand leading her over to a wall before sitting and pulling her with him, tucking her into his side and draping something over her shoulders as her shaking picks up again.

“I’m sorry, can you tell me about yourself? It’ll help me keep my mind off of the panic.”

She feels him nod shifting again so she's leaning more against his chest.

“I have 3 older brothers. Richard, but everyone calls him Dick, Jason, and Tim. I lived with my mother until I was 10 so I’ve only known them for 6 years. They are all adopted but I don’t think anyone even remembers that half the time.”

Marinette can’t help the soft smile that takes over her face as she wraps her arm around him (why is he so warm???).

“You sound like you love them.”

He scoffs.

“Not in a million years, they’re annoying. Grayson is overly dramatic and a hopeless romantic, Todd is a trigger-happy hothead, and Drake is an insomniac, workaholic with a caffeine addiction.”

Marinette can’t help but giggle, her overwhelming fear slowly receding enough for her to think.

“They may be ‘annoying’ but they’re your family, I can tell you care about them.”

Damian makes an offended noise even as he wraps his arm around her rubbing her arm up and down.

“The only person in our family that I actually like is Alfred, he’s our grandfather and the only reason any of us are still alive, but, I guess they aren’t as bad as they used to be. Not that I'll ever admit that to them. Their egos are big enough as is.”

Marinette is about to respond when another voice cuts her off, causing her to cling to Damian as her heart rate picks back up frantically.

“Too late, I brought the anti-serum for your frie- Hey is she okay?”

Damian pulls her into his lap, rubbing her back even as he scolds the other person.

“She’s still being affected by the fear-gas dipshit! I just got her to calm down again, give me that!”

One of his arms leaves her body as he reaches away from her, he starts whispering to her again as something pricks her upper right arm.

It only takes a minute for the anti-toxin to work, causing Marinette to sag in relief against Damian as he keeps his arms around her.

“Seriously Todd! You should have known better than to startle someone like that!”

Marinette takes deep breaths of air, slightly surprised by the smell of Damian’s cologne before realizing she has her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad demon-spawn.”

Damian scoffs adjusting Marinette in his arms so he can sit up instead of leaning against the wall.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to, nitwit!”

Marinette sits up slightly kissing Damian’s cheek as she takes the makeshift blindfold off before returning to her earlier position.

“Thank you, Damian. You didn’t have to help me, much less stay with me and calm me down. You’re really sweet, you know that?”

His arms tense around her before cackling fills the air.

“Demon-spawn? Sweet?! I don’t know who you’re calling sweet but it’s most definitely not my little brother.”

Damian groans as ‘Todd’ keeps laughing, instead directing his attention to Marinette.

“Do you think you’re okay to walk? The cops will probably want to take a statement.”

She nods and they slowly rise, Damian, supporting her the whole time. Once she is finally standing up straight she turns to look at the boy who helped before coming face to face with the greenest eyes she’s ever seen.

Her breath catches in her throat as she meets his electric emerald eyes for the first time since they met.

They stand there, in complete silence before a camera flash breaks through their quiet bubble.

Turning towards Todd, Marinette studies his features.

Pale skin, blue eyes, and black hair with a tuffet of white at the front.

“What do you think you are doing,Jason?”

Todd now dubbed ‘Jason’ grins stepping away from his brother.

“Ooh, the first name. You only use that when you’re pissed. And I’m sending this to the group chat, no one will believe me if I say that you were civil with another human being!”

Damian glares.

“You have ten seconds to run, Todd.”

Jason wastes no time running away as quickly as humanly possible.

Damian goes to follow him but stops when Marinette grabs his arm.

“Help me over to the officers? I’m still a little shaky.”

His sharp glare softens as he leads her over to give her statement.

10 minutes later, they are both sitting on a bench waiting for the police to finish getting statements from the rest of the hostages and for the armored truck that will transport Scarecrow to arrive.

“One time when I was 11, Todd and Drake decided it would be a good idea to kidnap my turkey Jerry and hide him away after buying a raw turkey and cooking it for dinner. They said they found it wandering around outside and decided it would be a good idea to cook it.”

Damian shakes his head in fond exasperation.

“That is the closest I had ever come to crying in front of my brothers. I ended up running and telling Grayson what they did and he got so mad. They ended up fessing up that it was just a prank and they didn’t mean to actually make me upset. They ended up going out and buying a bunch of junk food and pizza before we had one big movie night together.”

“We all ended up falling asleep in the living room all piled on top of each other. Father was so surprised when he came home and he didn’t even send us to bed. He got changed and joined us in the living room. We all ended up sleeping in a giant pile on the floor that night while Alfred took the couch.”

Marinette smiles up at Damian, he had been telling her about himself ever since she had asked him to and she honestly enjoyed it.

“They sound wonderful Damian. Hey, when do you think they are going to-.”

“Mari!”

Marinette is cut off by one of her favorite blondes as he latches onto her body.

“When you rushed forward I tried to follow you and ended up getting hit with the gas and had a panic attack, and then when they gave me the serum I couldn’t find you and had another panic attack, and they couldn’t calm me down for a while and then they had to take my statement but I still couldn’t find you and I’ve been freaking out the whole time. What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

By the time Adrien finally stops rambling his head is in Marinette’s lap and his arms are wrapped around her waist.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, but you shouldn’t have even followed me, that was dangerous and stupid and your dad would destroy me if anything happened to you.”

Adrien snorts.

“If you don’t want me to follow you then don’t take off running.”

Marinette groans, not acknowledging the fact that she is still leaning against Damian.

“Adrien, you are far too ride or die for your own good.”

Adrien sighs, leaning back to look at his best friend.

“Yeah well, Chloe is probably gonna kill us both if we don’t get back to the hotel soon. She heard what happened and has been blowing up my phone since I came to. Ms. Bustier won’t let her leave though.”

“We are so dead. She’s going to actually kill me this time. Damian? Would you like an invite to my funeral? You’ll need a tux.”

Before Damian can even try to respond Adrien cuts him off.

“Oh! There's another person here… Who saw me acting dramatic…. Oh no.”

Adrien's pale face contrasts brightly with Marinette’s, which is bright red from restraining her laughter.

“Okay, okay this is fine. It’s fine. We have two options here, A: We kill you so you can’t spill our secrets or B: You become our friend and are kept under surveillance.”

Damian raises an eyebrow at him not even bothering to acknowledge how dramatic he is still being.

“No.”

Marinette finally breaks, cackling like a witch she rips a piece of paper from her ever present sketchbook and writes her number down.

“Here, this is my number in case you want to stay in contact. Come on Adrien, Chloe is going to kill us.”

She grabs Adriens arm and starts to run, ignoring his protests of ‘He knows too much to be left alive!’ in favor of trying to make it back to the hotel with her other favorite blonde.

She didn’t see the soft smile Damian sent her way as he puts her number in his phone…

But Jason did, and soon will ever other wayne if the video he sent to the family group chat had anything to say about it.

[urmomsmainbitch]

american idiot - chapter one

link to wattpad story // link to series masterlist // link to writing

word count: 2.7k

warnings: the bowers gang, weapons, violence, basically the whole thing (if you're not comfortable with violence or abuse -- which henry faces during the movies and during the book -- then i recommend you don't read, but i'll try to tag appropriately!)

a/n: i hope you don't think it's ass but this is probably going to come out every other friday or so but this is more of a trailer than the start of the actual series

HENRY DIDN'T REMEMBER a better time in his life than when he heard the news that Tommy 'Gun' Lee was coming back to Derry for the summer. To him, nothing topped the moment where is dad was slurring over his dinner (leftover hot dogs -- again), and let it slip that the "ungrateful little bitch" was coming back for a few months over the summer, and that "your whore of a mother" didn't mention if she was staying for the year or not.

He remembered huffing and puffing, grumbling something under his breath before excusing himself, and running to call Patrick like it was fucking Christmas morning.

Something about his darling little sister coming back made his heart race and a smile light up his face, and it was evident from the way he stepped into Derry Middle on the last day of school.

Oh, this summer would be perfect! His deal with Denbrough was over, the gang was all together, and his perfect sister was coming back from San Diego for the summer. Tommy Lee Bowers, he knew, would make this the best summer he;d ever had -- and by fucking God, he wasn't going to let anything stand in his way. Not that stuttering freak or the stupid Tozier kid who's mouth ran a mile a minute or his father's thriving alcohol addiction -- absolutely nothing.

His Tommy Gun would rule that fucking school the second she stepped in to pick him up, and every one knew it.

Word travels fast at Derry Middle, and when it got around that Bowers had a little sister coming, the first thing Bill Denbrough did was panic.

She couldn't be too different, could she?

The same blood ran through their veins, the same color skin on their bones, and most likely, the permanently upturned smirk tattooed to their lips. His hopes didn't improve when he saw the girl himself, waiting outside on the hood of Butch's car, throwing rocks at little kids passing by as she sat patiently for Henry to come outside.

He'd promised her a tour of the school -- it's only fair, he put it, that a queen knows her kingdom before taking it over. Henry had no doubt that Tommy would run the school when it was her time in September. A grade below Tits and the rest of his ugly friends, it would be more embarrassing than anything else to watch them suffer socially at the hands of a twelve year old girl.

(Henry very much looked forward to that moment. So much so, in fact, that he near goddamn skipped his way to the front of the school to open the door so they could start the tour. It helped that he was getting out of math class.)

It was only in the few moments before she walked in the door (immediately claiming the whole goddamn building with a footstep) that Bowers caught him by the bag and dragged him into the bathroom, away from the rest of the kids, and most likely, where he'd lay dying for the rest of the school day and foreseeable future (Stanley refused to shit in the school bathrooms, and seeing as he was the only one on this side of the building, he was screwed.).

Bill had never liked being alone with Henry Bowers. Nothing good ever came out of it, and he didn't want to stick around this time to find out why he'd been pulled into a bathroom and away from the rest of the student population. Henry let go of Bill's bag, letting him stumble around for a second or two before straightening up and backing him up against the wall.

"W-what d-d-do you w-want, B-Bowers?" Bill nearly spat, looking the older boy in the eyes. Henry's permanent smirk seemed to grow a few inches on either side, because he just chuckled softly -- albeit cruelly -- and looked down at the Denbrough boy. Bill could smell his breath, even though the two weren't standing particularly close to one another.

"Well, B-b-billy," he mocked, nearly laughing as he relaxed his posture a little bit and backed away from him. (Any one is passing who didn't know them might have said, "Hey, I bet those two boys are damn good friends.") "I have some news for you and your group of stupid fucking friends, and let me tell you" -- Henry stopped to laugh for a second, like he was cracking himself up -- "it's going to make your life a living hell."

Bill gulped. He didn't think, realistically, it could get much worse.

"You got a free ride this year because of your little brother," Henry reminded, smiling a little bit, seeming genuine. "But the ride's over Denbrough. This summer is going to be the worst summer of your entire life."

(Bill didn't expect him to say anything else -- but honestly, every summer was the worst summer of his entire life. He didn't catch a break from the older boy and his group of goons, but there was a feeling down in the pits of his stomach that told him that this time, this time, for real, was going to be the worst summer vacation he's ever going to have as long as he lives.)

"But I do have a little piece of extra advice I'm gonna give you."

Bill huffed. "You're so generous," he started, rolling his eyes, as he tried to walk out of the bathroom. Henry grabbed onto his backpack, "but I think I'll have to pass with this one."

He was cut off as Bowers kicked him on shin and onto the cold bathroom tiles. So much for being brave.

"I think you might want to hear this." Henry squatted down to look Bill in the eyes. There was still a hint of a smile on his face. Boy, this is gonna be good. "If you think I'm a pain in your ass--"

"I d-do think you're a p-pain in m-my a-ass."

Henry paused for a second, sending a menacing smile, and pushed him back on the ground as he got up and stepped over the boy on the floor, before beginning to make his way out of the bathroom before looking back, before lending Bill a hand to get up. He hesitantly took it and brushed off his pants, lips pressed tightly together as he looked at Henry. "Then you're gonna hate the girl sitting on Belch's car."

"Why's that?" Bill asked, feigning confidence, already knowing the answer. Henry could tell, just exhaling and giving him a big mischievous smile, hands behind his back.

"Not important, but she's not gonna be as nice as I am," he said with a grin, "but I'm just looking out for you, Billy Boy. Wouldn't want Tommy Gun to whip your ass without some working, right?"

With that, Henry left the bathroom, a smile plastered on his face as he went to greet his sister, and Bill raced out of there like his ass was on fire -- warning Richie not to talk to or about the pretty girl sitting on Belch's car.

-- -- --

"Best feeling ever!" Stan groaned, grinning ear to ear as he dumped out everything from his backpack. School had finally let out for the summer — no more stupid math classes or dumb reading assignments and annoying history tests, just Stanley and his bird book for three whole months.

A piece of his own personal heaven. Points if the pretty girl on Belch's hood was with him but hey, he wasn't picky.

"Really?" Richie asked with a grin on his face, "Try tickling your pickle for the first time." Eddie rolled his eyes, but Bill smiled. Stan let out another groan -- not a good one, this time -- even though, if he had to be honest, this seemed like it would be the best summer of his whole entire life.

Richie felt it too, if he were going to tell the truth (as he so rarely did -- or at times, so bluntly did), that this felt like it was going to the be the absolutely best summer he would have for the rest of his life. He had a whole checklist and everything for things he wanted to do (kiss some girls), things he wanted to see (some girls' boobs), and things he wanted to experience (there were a number of interesting things on this list).

And quite frankly, he felt as though every single thing on every one of his lists could be accomplished with the girl sitting on Belch Huggins' car hood, smiling mischievously as she watched the kids coming out of school.

God, did she really and truly look like an angel. Deep brown hair, straight in some parts and wavy in others, came down a little bit past her collarbone (not super cared for, but neither was his), cherry red lips, and a cute line of freckles going across the bridge of her nose. She was the most impressive tan he'd ever seen in his whole life, a very deep beige from the summer sun — even though it was only June.

The top part was being held up by some clip, and Richie could see his own Hawaiian shirt going over her tank top instead of the open button down she was wearing on top. It was lazy looking and careless and little bit disheveled, but that day, Richard Wentworth Tozier II was convinced he saw the hottest girl to ever be created.

Eddie interrupted his dream, snapping him back for only a second. "So what do you guys want to do tomorrow?"

"I start my training," Richie responded immediately.

"Training for what?"

"Street Fighter."

"You're going to spend your whole summer inside of an arcade?" Eddie couldn't imagine that prospect, but with Richie, anything was possibly -- no matter how disgusting it might seem.

"Beats spending it inside of your mother, oh!" Richie's goofy grin came back in an instant and leaned over for a high five from Bill when his hand was brought down by Stan. "And, 'course, my summer bucket list."

Eddie sent him a pity glance, "No girl's gonna let you fuck her this summer, Richie. If they have any brains at all, no girl is going to let you go within a ten foot radius of her without realizing what she's doing." Richie pressed his lips together. Of course Eddie would be cynical, it's just because — "and don't tell me that I think it because I just haven't hit puberty yet!"

Richie gave him a toothy grin, "Aw, shucks, Eddie Spaghetti, you know me so well. When you see a pretty girl, like say, that one over there—" he pointed discreetly towards the girl on the hood —"you'll get that feeling of butterflies in your stomach and just think, 'Wow, I've just seen an angel.' I don't mean Bowers, I just-"

"Yeah, you mean his little sister." Eddie looked up to Richie for a response, only to see him at a loss for words, jaw dropping and face paling.

For once, Richie Tozier was speechless as Eddie laughed and slapped his back as Bill mentioned something about the Barrens and Georgie and finding him — even though everybody had long accepted the fact that Georgie wasn't just missing.

It was like a switch. Everything changed in that instant. It was like she grew fangs and claws, and he watched Patrick look at her like she hung the fucking moon. It was incredibly painful, but he assumed, in a sense, they deserved each other. It took a second before he realized what this would actually mean for him: having to worry about a double in the hallways — a hot double that could potentially fool him into forgetting her Bowers-ness — and someone else to make fun of him in ways that he'd never tjough imaginable.

Sure, Bowers wasn't awfully bright, but he sure as hell was creative when it came down to it.

"Gunner!" Richie heard Bowers (the boy one) laugh as she shoved him in the side, cackling along herself, cigarette never leaving her mouth — opting just to talk out of the side of it.

Oh, so her name must have been Gunner. That's unfortunate, he thought to himself. But then again, she seems awful, so maybe she just deserves it. He smiled to himself. "Tommy Lee, we've gotta start heading out soon."

Wait, so was it Tommy Lee? Or was it Gunner? Was that just the gang's nickname for her? More importantly, if it was, why the fuck would they choose a name like Gunner for her? Nothing was settling about that fact, and although Richie wasn't typically one to spiral, it was hard to control himself.

"You didn't tell me you had friends, Henny!" Tommy exclaimed girlishly, making Patrick spit out his sofa and slam his hand on the car hood, flicking out her cigarette and letting Patrick snuff it out. She put a hand on her heart. "Oh, you've grown up so fast! I remember it was just yesterday you took a massive shit in that kids backpack and had to do forty hours of community service!"

Richie could tolerate a lot of things. One thing he couldn't tolerate though, was not being able to chime in when his story was being used and told all wrong — or mentioned without his name. Luckily, he was spared his intervention by a howling Belch Huggins.

"It was four eyes!" Huggins nearly screamed, warning a howling laugh from Tommy and shove from Victor, followed by a point led by Patrick. "Yeah, him!"

Richie could feel his face heating up, but before he could say anything, the bright blue TransAM was firing up the engine, and was getting ready to peel out of the school parking lot like a man man was driving.

Bill was the first to say anything. "Sorry about that, Rich. Bowers is a real asshole."

"So is his sister," he made out through his teeth.

Richie saw himself as a 'go with the flow' kind of guy, but goddamn it, he wasn't going to let Tommy Lee shit all over him and get away with it.

He was too stubborn, too arrogant, and too proud to let that happen, but with only a second or two of knowing she existed, he knew she was the exact same way. He could get tell it with the way she walked and talker and immediately took control of some of the scariest kids in Derry Middle.

But she wouldn't come out on top of this one.

There's no way. He refused to let it happen. Letting her win would show everyone else that he was just a loser who couldn't stand up to a girl who's was going to beat the living daylights out of him if he looked at her the wrong way.

She already had Henry and Patrick and Belch on her side — an even, if not better, match to four decently sized seventh graders. There was no excuse for them to get beat.

Grinding his teeth and tearing his eyes away from her, laughing mischievous and almost secretly as she put her cigarette out on Belch's hood as not to be noticed by he coo around the corner (Rich didn't know that the cop around the corner was her father who would beat her till she couldn't stand if he caught her smoking) he said, "So, Barrens tomorrow, right Bill?"

And right as Tommy Lee Bowers and her newfound gang pulled out of the parking lot, she and Richie Tozier locked eyes and made a silent pact — an agreement — something they both agreed on — something he'd be thinking about all night and the whole next morning:

Derry is two small for the two of us.

[smileytiger28]

the suicide squad high school AU

Thank you @psychicmewhealer for making this w/ me, also neither of us are gonna write this so feel free to steal all these ideas

Prologue: Robert DuBois (sophomore) narrowly passes his classes, but his real passion lies in sports. He looks up to Christopher Smith (senior), captain of the basketball team. Chris catches on and offers to mentor Robert. The two develop a close relationship; when the two become romantically involved, Robert thinks it’s genuine, but Chris actually just wants to use Robert’s prowess to maintain his legacy of best athlete at the school once he graduates. Robert basically worships Chris so he tells himself all the toxic stuff Chris does is justified. Chris attributes all Robert’s athletic prowess to himself and all his flaws to Robert’s inadequacy. For some reason (still working this out), Chris dumps him and tells him he was never worthy of this mentorship.

The fic starts a few weeks after the breakup. Robert’s toxic relationship with Chris leaves him feeling unworthy, inadequate, and depressed. Outside of Robert he never had any social life, so he’s lonely too. His sports performance is suffering, and his grades are edging into failing territory. That last point leads to the intervention of one Principal Amanda Waller. She sets him up with Richard Flag, the overachieving straight-A student that heads the student mentorship program.

Over the course of the fic Rick and Robert sort through their issues, fall in love, set up a whole-ass friend group (the Suicide Squad, duh) and everybody in that friend group has to sort out their issues.

Harley Quinn just broke up with Mister J (her name for a student whose name starts with a J, class clown, high on the social ladder. maybe the drama teacher, and that’s why she calls him Mr. J?) She broke up with him after a fight, but he basically gaslit her into believing she’s the worst, all good parts of her come from him, all bad parts come from herself, she’s best when she plays down how smart she is, ‘cause dumb girls are sexier, etc. (Robert has to come to terms with the parallels between Mr. J’s treatment of Harley and Chris’s treatment of him, and Rick has to affirm that he is worthy of love.) Harley has to learn how to come into her own, not be afraid to be her AP-Psych-nerdy self, and finally ask out that girl she’s always wanted to talk to.

That girl being the lonely Pamela “Ivy” Isley. She doesn’t think she clicks with people, instead spending her time in the school’s biology classroom, where she can take care of the plants and talk about biochemistry and environmental science with her teachers. She thinks Harley is way too pretty and cool for her, an impostor, to even approach, and she’s extremely flustered when Harley finally talks to her. So she has to get over her social anxiety & realize she can Be Herself yay (also poison ivy is harley’s pet name for her)

Abner Krill is the emo kid who sits in the corner with earbuds and a dark grey hoodie. His parents are divorced, and he lives with his anti-vaxx helicopter mom. He’s accepted that his body isn’t his own. His journey is about building the courage to get vaccinated, and by proxy, forging his own path, identity, and fortitude. Because the needle from each vaccine leaves a dot in his arm, he makes a code with his friends where he calls vaccines “polka-dots” in text messages, and takes a break from his grey/black monochrome T-shirts to wear a polka-dotted polo on the days he sneaks to the health clinic to get vaccinated. (or maybe the day after, like as a victory shirt for his friends to understand?)

Milton lives near a health clinic, so Abner convinces Milton to drive him to get his vaccines. Having just immigrated from Corto Maltese with his family, Milton is rather shy and self-conscious about his fish-out-of-water status, but quickly develops a rapport with Abner; he respects his courage and falls in love with his dorky weirdness and sweetness, So Milton and Abner obviously fall in love and have to get past their shyness and lack of self-confidence to Get A Room™

Nanaue is a surfer dude who is genuinely just a really caring guy but the other jocks don’t extend their empathy to him? so he doesn’t have any friends on the sports side of things, and he’s definitely struggling academically. he has to accept friendship from others and find out that he is loved (ik this one is bad please help)

Cleo Cazo has rejected humanity as a species. Recently, her father died, and her grief-stricken mother can’t provide adequate emotional support. She processes her grief sitting in the corner of the cafeteria with the rats, her father’s favorite animal. She has developed a rapport with one rat in particular, called Sebastian. She must develop nourishing relationships with humans (not to the exclusion of rats ofc), process her grief, understand that she is not alone, and make everybody best friends with Sebastian.

Once the friend group has warmed up to one another (so, lots of character development later), Rick invites everyone to a sleepover at his house. His parents are out on business trips, and even the kids whose home lives aren’t abysmal are eager, if nervous, to spend time together in a youthful, carefree setting. This allows for lots of cutesy fluff (they make cookies in the kitchen, Harley and Ivy feed each other cookies like the gay people they are, couples cuddling @ night, etc) but also angst. Because Rick has been silent about his home life, and literally being at his house forces the friend group to be more open about himself. His parents tell him off sternly when he gets bad grades and otherwise emotionally neglect him. He’s really an academic overachiever because of his parents’ expectations. He feels like his problems aren’t worth talking about because “everyone else has it off worse.” With the help of his friends (especially Robert), he learns it’s okay to let himself be dissatisfied. He can set up boundaries; he doesn’t have to hold the weight of all his schoolwork and his friends’ problems on his shoulders to be worthy.

It probably ends with Harley throwing a party with lots of food and sloppy makeout sessions between the couples <3

[reversecreek]

pops hip n winks at the dash. haaaaiiii. me again. i’ve honestly missed playing lana fr a while she’s one of. my most treasured muses bc she’s jst a silly n vivacious ball of sunshine or alternatively? a train wreck depending on which way u turn her in the light..... i actually hv two playlists made fr her n one is rly old bt it’s more like. songs that Remind me of her which u can find here n then here is more like. stuff u’ll most often catch her blasting on her record player as she dances around in her underwear w the curtains open. OH and here is her pinterest 🍓⚡

* kristine froseth, cis female + she/her  | you know lana jameson, right? they’re twenty-three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a few hours? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to play that funky music by wild cherry like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole cherry red gym socks worn with nothing else, doodling penises in the condensation of a stranger’s car window, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘scrappy doo is a filthy slut’ thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is june 2nd, so they’re a gemini, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her  )

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his wealthy best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n vic ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him.

(DRUGS TW) anyway so jameson records repped a few rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. real characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in. more zoo than home. more shaken snow globe than resting place. (END OF TW)

(ABORTION REFERENCE) her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana ws a kid she asked her why she’s so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door (END OF REFERENCE)

(DISSOCIATION TW) bc of the intensity of her parents ignoring her growing up lana adopted this sense of like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost bc she gt this strange outside feeling. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w no-one acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family. (END OF TW) her imagination festered an explanation out of smthn she didn’t understand essentially. lana used her imagination to do this a lot growing up. it ws kind of like the band aid she slapped over everything. after all she wasn’t alone if she was sword fighting imaginary pirates dwn the hallway with a poker from the fireplace. 

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. he’s the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door bt was always over bc he had very strict parents tht he found suffocating)

(ARMY MENTION) SO when tommy announced tht he’d signed up to the army (bc of pressures from tommy’s military dad to fulfil some kind of stupid “legacy” tommy didn’t even care abt) n caleb said he was going with him lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving n was kind of like “wtf why are u doing this like what do u even think this is gna solve” etc n begged caleb not to leave her there on her own n jst to not sign up in general bc tommy had to bt he didn’t listen. 

ERM i won’t go into it but it didn’t turn out well as u can probably imagine bc the army is a terrible industry n caleb had to return home without tommy. he wasn’t the same after that. (END OF MENTION)

what’d been a rly close relationship before where he ws basically like a surrogate father figure to lana was Not there any more. he ws rly withdrawn n always pushing her away n snapping at her for the sake of getting her to leave him alone. on top of this lana had a lot of shit go down while he was away n rly just shouldn’t have been a kid alone in tht house. regardless lana thought if she kept grinning as wide as she cld she’d convince caleb to join in too. maybe if she seemed fine n happy he’d take the lead. maybe she’d believe it too n start to feel it n everything could go bk to how it was before her world became so different. lana liked the way the sky flipped when she tipped her head back on the swings bt this was different. everything was upside down bt this didn’t make her belly feel like she’d swallowed a butterfly and it wasn’t funny bt still, she kept laughing. always desperate to find something to laugh at n if she couldn’t find it she invented it. as long as ur laughing the world can’t b that bad.

she ws always well liked in school bc she jst tended to treat everyone like they were bffs no matter who like u cld have literally bumped shoulders w her once in the corridor n she’d be like OMG HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII let’s kiss<3 n like she ws a huge notorious flirt w any n all as well as incredibly impulsive n jst. wild honestly to put it simply too bt things like. changed a bit frm 16 onwards. (HYPERSEXUALITY & IMPLIED TRAUMA TW) she jst became far more reckless honestly n like....... jst didn’t rly seem to care after a certain point abt herself too much.... got herself in a bunch of bad situations.......... kind of jst flung herself to the wolves numerous times without any caution abt the way they’d bite. formed a lot of self destructive habits one of which ws cruising craigslist personals fr random hook-ups n like. she literally cld have wound up in a ditch somewhere honestly it’s a shock she hasn’t. despite various dips n inclines in her journey navigating this side of her it’s very much still present in her life to this day n she struggles to kno hw to control herself at points. sometimes she feels like a melting candle tht needs moulding by thumbs until it can form a person again. sometimes she’s only sure she’s real when she’s being touched. (END OF TW)

ANYWAY. laughs nervously. went to college to study dance bc she’s always loved dance in general bt specifically ballet (despite definitely not hving the discipline for it) n honestly this was both good n bad fr her. had a whole string of terrible heartbreaking relationships bc she tends to fall into those hard n fast n they were w a lot of bad people fr like 98% of the time. she kind of learned more abt what love is during her time there tho which is a gd thing bt she still isn’t very good at knowing hw to believe she deserves it so it’s a process. she hd fun tho. threw 498572598475 outrageous n elaborately themed parties. ws friends w pretty much everyone on campus. 

despite a strained relationship w her brother n having to go home to visit n check on him whenever he got rly bad it ws the first time it actually felt like she’d found a home in a lot of rly loving n genuine friendships n lana will never forget hw much that experience meant to her even if she definitely struggled there too. college felt like a place she belonged n then suddenly she couldn’t belong there any more n there was a big sense of floundering in that. like where do u go now when u’ve never known home elsewhere? how do u happily go out into the world if it means leaving ur world behind?

she applied to a dance company in LA n fell in w a pretentious art scene there full of wannabe andy warhols n the like. became a makeshift edie sedgwick to some guy w dyed white hair n the idea his every concept was revolutionary when rly he jst shot her dancing barely clothed splashing around in a random fountain in his friend’s mansion on an ancient film camera. she’d spend her days floating around on lilo’s and prancing in feather boas and racing with glitter leftover frm last night in her leotard w smudges of faint red lipstick to barely make her job on time. always a sexy train wreck bt this time? make it hollywood. 

(IMPLIED ALCOHOLISM TW) i won’t lie to u lana hs always partied way too hard bt then partying way too hard turned into slurping merlot thru a crazy straw shaped like a flamingo at 4 in the afternoon wearing penis novelty sunglasses n it wasn’t quite so much of a party when u were doing it on ur own. this rly snowballed into place in college bt carried on n wound up getting her fired from the dance company bc she turned up to rehearsals drunk one too many times n they didn’t allow fr sloppiness like tht. it was a “professional operation” that didn’t “accept that kind of behaviour” bt lana was jst like ummmmmmmmm that’s totally dramatic btw way to spank me in the town square like i’m gale w a raw ass n back in the hunger games bt ok sure i’m out ig. BOOP! (literally booped the director on the nose before leaving) (END OF TW)

honestly hd no idea what to do w herself after her job fell thru in LA n was pretty embarrassed actually upon sobering up the nxt day. cldn’t bring herself to tell her friends for a hot minute bc she felt like a failure or smthn n she was meant to be living this glamorous life out there being the classic wild n silly n fun Lana Jameson. cldn’t figure out how to repackage it into a funny story tht wouldn’t worry ppl. eventually wound up jst caving n telling her closest besties (shoutout freya n rosa) bc she ws hving a weird time dating losers n randomly living in LA even tho she didn’t kno why she was there any more after losing the job n they were jst like. fk it then. jst come here. we’re in irving. and so? mizz jameson packed her bags....

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed a bit of an instagram following #nepotism bt also fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects. lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, bright red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights, holographic stickers of planets on her cheek n glitter used like highlight, 90% of the time a red lip) n bc she’s not gna make ur eyes bleed to look at or anything let’s b real

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. hates being sad n always wnts to be happy / making ppl happy. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out. sometimes gets glimpses n feels the urge to close her eyes.

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories. she’s like oh ya this one time this guy made me ride him with a daddy saddle like i was woody and he was bullseye. he literally made me call him bullseye. or she’s like. oh ya once i had to run barefoot thru a cabbage patch bc this one farmer wanted to have a threeway w me n my friend tht we met off craigslist n every framed photo in his house was a pig dressed up in cosplay bt honestly they were kind of cute n he was sexy aside frm the murderous vibes n the fact he kept calling me babe which i’m pretty sure means he wanted to dress me up next bt like whatever honestly.... she tells jst the most batshit stuff n the person she’s telling it to is left blinking like. wtf.

uncontrollably flirty. insanely confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n will try. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine.

likes to roller skate n hs a red pair she’ll glide around in at night lit up by amber street lamps breath sticky w the taste of wine n lollipops probably heading to a random hookups. who needs ubers?

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. honestly likes dangling her whole body halfway out too. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops.

luvs bowie (ONLY aesthetically) n prince (wholeheartedly) n madonna (completely) n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think.

daisies n poppies r her fav flowers bc daisies r wild n overlooked n poppies r the first thing u look at in a green field. she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n none of them hav lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them. honestly it’s like a burning train wreck but u can’t quite tear ur eyes away. often the heart of many sordid gossip scandals.

PLOTS:

TBA bc she’s only jst arrived in town i won’t lie to u all but i’m gna whip things up on here anyway n link in chat w updates at some point........ that said? lana is insatiable n it isn’t rly unlikely tht she cld’ve bumped into ur muse in a grocery store aisle n somehow a wild spontaneous adventure spawned frm that alone.......... if u have any immediate ideas we can discuss 😋

[chilling-seavey]

Passchendaele WW2 Extension - The Ladies of the Air Transport Auxiliary 

Charlie,

You worry as much as your father, honestly! I am doing just fine here! Holding down the fort bravely in constant preparation for you to return to us and peace to fall once again. We’ve been following the RAF’s plans on promotional posters that the government has put up around town and I always feel a sense of pride when I see the crowd gathered to read – my son is part of all those exciting plans to help save Britain! Evelyn’s working so hard too and she’s been bragging to everyone at the factory that you’re going to be flying the planes they’re all building. I guess you can say we’re all one big ball of pride in our house! Your father too, of course, although he doesn’t show it as easily, I know he’s proud of you. I hope you know it too!

Love always

Mum

March 3, 1941

“New shipment of planes in from London factories today.” one of the other pilots said as the young men sat around at lunch. Charlie smiled to himself into his mess tin as he stirred his food around, thinking of his sister and her constant letters of excitement when it comes to building those same planes he would be receiving that day.

“How are they being delivered?” Richard asked.

“Air Transport Auxiliary.” the pilot answered. “Only the finest women in all of London to fly us our planes.”

“Finest women?” another questioned, his eyes wide.

“Not the finest women.” a third smacked his shoulder, “Just women volunteers with experience in flying so we don’t have to go fetch the planes ourselves.”

“After two years with you lot, any woman will be a fine woman.”

“I forget what a woman looks like.”

“What about the ones in the control room?”

“Nah. They’re all subpar or married.”

“Married? That certainly didn’t stop me.”

Then young men burst into laughter, all talking over each other with their own stories of women, but Charlie and Richard sat quietly together while they ate side by side. The best friends shared little shy smiles amidst the all too experienced men around them who found more pride in hook-ups rather than love. Must have been raised differently.

Soon, the sound of planes overhead got everyone’s attention as the shipment arrived, plane after plane landed carefully on the tarmac. Moments later, all heads in the mess hall turned to watch a group of young women dressed in dark royal blue uniforms encrusted with gold epaulets and a pair of gold wings sewn into the breast saunter inside. There was a pause from the men, all in shock at the beautiful clean kept women in stunning blue uniforms entered the mess hall. A few men jumped up to greet them eagerly and Richard and Charlie just chuckled and turned back to their lunches.

“Some of these men are so desperate.” Richard whispered.

Charlie glanced behind them again to the group of women that was dispersing as they headed to gather their own lunch servings from the canteen, a few held back by some of the pilots or ground crew who were trying to chat them up with flattery. His eyes found the source of a soft laugh that seemed to echo through the hall: a thin framed brunette girl with her hair in tight ringlets that sat messy over her head from her flying helmet that was dangling from her fingers.

Richard followed his best friend’s gaze across the hall when he realized his attempt at conversation was falling upon deaf ears, a small smirk playing at his lips when he saw what Charlie was staring at. He turned back to his best friend and nudged his shoulder, “Go talk to her.”

“What? No.” Charles said quickly and turned back to his lunch. “Everyone else already is. I won’t make any difference.

Richard frowned and looked back towards the crowd by the entrance to the mess hall, watching as the girl politely declined the advances of the man speaking to her and she headed their way towards the canteen.

Charles tried not to stare but the guys weren’t wrong – it had been a while since they had seen any sort of woman and this one in particular really seemed to catch his eye – and he watched discreetly as she walked past their table, her messy curls bouncing, and she pulled her leather gloves off with her teeth and tucked them in the pocket of her royal blue uniform jacket. She approached the canteen to get a serving of lunch with a few of the other girls from the Air Transport Auxiliary.

“Go say hi.” Richard pressed.

“No.” Charlie said under his breath, ducking his head back to his lunch. “She won’t want me anyway.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Of course, she will.” Richard scoffed.

Charlie just shrugged, scrapping the bottom of his tin with his fork anxiously. His best friend sighed and turned back to the women again. Richard was always the shyer of the two but when it came to Charlie, he did get a little bolder. Bold enough to stand up and raise his hand to the group of three women searching for a spot to sit.

“We have empty seats here.” Richard offered sweetly, his youthful face and wide smile making the girls smile with relief as to not have to sit with some strange desperate older men and suffer through flirtatious and borderline risqué comments. Charlie smacked his best friend in annoyance as he sat back down. Richard only smiled at him innocently.

“Hello.” the young woman smiled at them, sitting herself down right across from Charlie.

“Hi.” he replied softly, ducking his shy smile back to his obviously empty lunch but still scraped his fork along the side regardless.

She unbuttoned her jacket and draped it over the metal table with her helmet and gloves, leaving her in her white button-up and black tie. She held out her hand to Charlie, “I’m Mary.”

He glanced up at her and then took her handshake, “Charlie.”

The other two girls busied themselves talking with Richard while Mary’s eyes dropped to the name tag sewn into Charlie’s breast of his jacket reading his surname.

“Seavey. You aren’t Evelyn’s brother by chance?” Mary asked.

Charlie’s entire face rose into a grinning smile at the mention of his sister, “Yeah. I am.”

“Oh, that’s marvelous. She was going around telling all of us this morning to keep an eye out for you. I’m sure a few more girls are going to come over to pass on the message before we head back.” Mary chuckled.

“How is she? Does she look okay?” Charlie questioned without thinking; it was habit.

“I mean I just met the girl today but I think she looked just fine. Quite chipper despite the raging war we’re facing.”

“That’s Ev for you.” Charlie said, his sad but loving smile not faltering from his face.

One of the girls butted in, “Mary, have you seen Ellie since we landed?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Oh goodness. I hope she didn’t hit a balloon.”

Richard and Charlie’s eyes went wide at the casual suspicion of the girls’ teammate blowing herself up mid-flight. It was nothing they themselves weren’t unfamiliar with but they didn’t expect the women to be familiar with it.

“Do you…see casualties often?” Richard asked.

“Not too often but it’s inevitable. It’s a warzone after all so we’re never safe in the skies…you two certainly understand that.” Mary said as she took a bite of her lukewarm lunch. “But it’s terribly exciting to fly.”

“Isn’t it?” Richard grinned. “I love it.”

“There’s something so peaceful about being up there even if it’s also incredibly dangerous.”

“It’s like you’re the kings of the clouds.” Charlie said.

“And we’ll be the queens of the clouds.” Mary winked sweetly at him.

Richard smirked at his best friend’s blushing cheeks.

When lunch was finished, the girls had to start to head to the trucks that would drive them back to the city and Richard and Charlie walked out with their small group of new friends. There was still some time before they had to leave so they chatted on the tarmac for a bit, Richard seeming to make the other two girls laugh easily which surprised the usually shy boy but he basked in it. He cracked a few jokes and told a few stories and the girls were hanging onto his every word – but mostly just staring at him and his messy brown hair and sparkling grey eyes, the proud spitting image of his father.

“Come with me.” Mary grabbed Charlie’s arm and led him towards the lineup of planes that were resting outside the garage and they passed a few before she took him up to a specific one she seemed to have in mind.

She let go of his arm to climb up onto the wing and Charlie watched with awe as she so easily opened the cockpit and hopped in. He stepped closer to lean over the edge of the plane to see what she was trying to show him: a little scratch mark on the window ledge. At nearly 6’ tall, Charlie only had to raise onto his tiptoes to get a clear view of the initials etched messily into the metal.

MLT – ATA

“What’s that?” Charlie asked.

“’Mary Lois Thompson, Air Transport Auxiliary’. I flew this one over today and thought I’d brand it a little.” she giggled.

“So you’re showing me your crime?” Charlie raised an eyebrow at her.

Mary smiled over at him, “No, I’m showing you because I want you to have my lucky plane.”

“Your lucky plane? You flew it for one afternoon.”

“Oh my goodness, you are seriously no fun at banter.” Mary tisked as she climbed out of the cockpit and jumped right back onto the tarmac. She was much shorter compared to him and Charlie had to nearly look down at her when she stood in front of him. “It flies marvellously well and it has something none of the others do.”

“Or you could be tricking me into flying the worst plane just so I crash.”

“Why would I want the RAF’s most handsome pilot to crash?” she tisked, an innocent little smirk on her face that only grew when his eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed pink and he turned to the ground shyly.

“Mary! It’s time to go!” one of her friends called across the base.

“That’s my cue.” Mary took a step back to head after her group.

Charlie grabbed her hand to stop her, “W-Will I ever see you again?”

Mary smiled at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, “I’m sure you will. Write to the factory and address it to me,” she nodded towards the plane, “you know my name.”

Charlie nodded and let her hand slip out of his as he watched her walk away. He stepped out from behind the row of planes to follow her all the way down the tarmac and to the trucks that were waiting with the rest of the women to head back towards the city. Richard was still standing at the end of the row of planes and he looked back to his best friend with a smile and rushed over to him.

“Did you kiss her?” he asked quickly.

Charlie shook his head, biting back his bashful grin, “No.”

“Why not?!” Richard smacked his shoulder. “She was obviously interested in you.”

“I’m going to write her first.” Charlie smiled lightly and then turned to his best friend, “Besides, even if I did kiss her, why would I tell you?”

“I’m your best friend! Known you our whole lives! You best be telling me, you bastard!” Richard gasped and gave him a shove, just making Charles laugh.

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[xlovingdalosersx]

Play

Summary: Your school was hosting a play based on Romeo and Juliet and you just happened to get a lead role! But you’re shocked when you find out who your partner is...

Requested: No :)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 903

You rushed past the other kids around you. Your hair tie had become undone but you brushed it off and almost ran down the corridor. The roles for the school play had been made official and was up on the notice board. You had hoped for the main female role, Juliet.

After what seemed like hours, you reached the corridor with the notice board. You bit your lip muttering “sorry” and “excuse me” eventually making your way through the crowd of people who surrounded the board. You stared at the board scanning for the word Juliet. Your eyes found it and you almost yelled out in shock. You had got the part! You took a few deep breath’s, you felt amazing, like you were on top of the world. There was only one question though, who was playing Romeo? The role of Romeo was directly underneath Juliets name. All it said was TBD. “Hmm...” You thought, “to be decided..”. Hopefully someone nice would get the part.

“F-f-finally we’re free from English!” Bill stuttered to Richie who sat beside him. “Yeah totally! That class was so shit I actually had to stop myself from full on swearing “FUCK ENGLISH I’M OUT” Richie shook his head. “Y-yeah and it wa-w-was so hot as well” Bill replied as he and Richie walked out of the classroom. “I mean that was my fault, I’m too hot to handle” Richie smirked. Bill laughed. After that lesson, all he wanted was to have a nice swim at the quarry with the rest of the Losers. They had turned the corner when Mr Greene came over to the two. “Hi Bill! Can I speak to you for a second?” Mr Greene asked. “S-sure! Richie, meet u-up with the others outside and I-I’ll catch up w-w-with you all” Bill told Richie. Richie shrugged and gave him the middle finger completely forgetting that Mr Greene was there. “Richard Tozier! Don’t you dare do that on school grounds!” Mr Greene thundered. “Sorry sir, won’t happen again” Richie replied meekly.

“So, Bill..” Mr Greene started. Bill gulped nervously. Did he get an F in his last test? Was he being suspended, expelled? “Bill, this may come as a shock for you but, you got the main role in the school play!” Mr Greene cheered. Bills jaw dropped. He had totally forgot he had even tried out for the play. Him? The main role? “Mr Greene, I-I don’t u-understand you! I h-have a st-t-stutter?” Bill asked. “Bill, why did you try out for the role then?” Mr Greene laughed, “Bill you were amazing and you know it! Your stutter seemed to have gone away when you auditioned. Anyways you can’t deny that you weren’t good Bill” Mr Greene argued. Bill sighed. It was true that he was quite good at acting, he just got lost in the moment. “So Bill, what do you say? Will you play the main role in the play?” Mr Greene asked. “O-ok” Bill stammered. “Excellent Bill! Rehearsals are on Monday next week” Mr Greene said excitedly. Then he walked away, leaving Bill rooted to the spot amazed.

“What’s up Billiam?” Richie shouted as Bill came outside. “Bill, you look really anxious” Beverly said, concerned. Bill just muttered something that none of the losers could understand. “Oh shit!” Richie exclaimed. “What?” All the losers yelled. “He got an F in his last test and is being fucking expelled!” Richie yelled. “What the fuck Bill?” Eddie exclaimed, turning to Bill. “N-no! That’s n-not what I said! I g-got the lead in the sch-s-school play” Bill told the losers. “Wow Bill! Who are you working with?” Stan asked. “I don’t k-know yet” Bill stammered. “Well as long as it’s not Greta and the girl is hot that’s fine with me!” Richie smirked, “Eddie, did your mom try out for this?”. “Shut up Richie!” Eddie exclaimed turning red. “Go check the sheet on the notice board” Beverly laughed and pushed Bill back into the school gates.

Bill dragged his feet along the corridors until he reached the notice board. He sighed and looked up at the board. His eyes rested on your name. Bill gasped. He knew your name since you were in the same science class but he had only ever said hello occasionally. “Why, why do I have to work with her?!” Bill panicked. Bill had developed a crush on you since 3rd grade when he was being bullied by Henry Bowers and you shoved Henry off and got him to go away cursing somehow. You then accompanied him all the way home and gave him a hug. From that day on, Bill had a massive crush on you but he was to scared to say anything.

When Bill finally came back out, everyone was gone. “Where a-are the o-o-others?” Bill muttered to himself. “BOO!” Richie yelled behind Bills back. “H-HOLY SHIT!” Bill shouted, turning around to see Richie crying with laughter as the other losers chuckled. “R-Richie that was n-not funny!” Bill grumbled. “Suit yourself Billiam, anyways who are you working with?” Richie laughed. “Uh, I’m w-working with Y/N” Bill coughed. “OOH IS THAT THE PERSON YOU LIKE BILL?” Richie yelled. “Shut u-up you a-asshole!” Bill muttered. “Do you like her?” Bev asked kindly. “Uh, y-yeah a bit” Bill sighed. “Hmm, well at least you’ll get to know her better!” Bev said matter-of-factly, “it’ll be worth it Bill”.

“Yeah, w-w-worth it”.

Part 2 Coming!

[normal-piece-of-shit]

Detective? No, Monster

“Bruce, dear?” Selina called while rummaging her guest room drawer. “I-I can't find my lucky cat pearl!” Fear-filled and desperate eyes turned towards Bruce. The look was very rare and usually meant something huge had happened. “You've seen it. I showed it to you and the other kittens today! The one that a dear friend gave me?”

“Oh.” Bruce said with a tight smile. “The friend you always talk about?”

“Yes, honey.” She rolled her eyes. “The one over whom you get awfully green from.”

“Why would I get jealous of someone who can't get a lady something more than just a pearl?”

“Jealousy is one suit that you don't often wear.” She squished his cheeks. “You are so cute when you're like this!”

Bruce broke through her cat-like grip on his cheeks. “Let's just go find that precious pearl of yours.” Selina gasped.

“What is that I see?” Bruce turned towards the door with a faster pace. “Is that a blush?! Oh, honey, you can't escape me. I've already seen it!” She let out a small content sigh as his figure completely disappeared, before following him out.

Selina stopped herself just in time so as to not collide with the bat wall that was Bruce. He wordlessly stared up at the ceiling. Selina did the same. She wished she hadn't. Trying desperately to stay latched to the ceiling, was the eldest child of the Waynes, Richard- or as he liked to be called, Dick- Grayson.

Selina didn't need a telescope to see that he was sweating bullets.

“...It was you, wasn't it?” Bruce asked- no, that wasn't his thing. Bruce stated.

“No! Wait, yes. Oh, no.” He spluttered out, somehow still latched to the ceiling. “It wasn't me! I was just...hanging around!”

“Did he just pun while when he clearly should be worried about his inevitable fall?” Selina whispered to herself.

“I'm not catching him this time.” Said a voice from behind them.

“You're not supposed to enter from a guest's window, Jason.” The fact that Bruce didn't need to turn around to know who it was, both impressed and worried her.

“He was outside the window for the entirety of your conversation.” The coffee addict of the family offered, while sipping his drink.

“Did she really have to be here, father?” Damian, who had popped from the ground- or maybe he was always there and was just too small to be seen- asked. “Alfred only sits outside her door and doesn't move at all because of her so-called ‘cat charm’.” That cat being referred to gave a helpful meow.

“See, Jon?” The most sane one of the bat family said. “My ‘The Waynes are all at one spot’ senses were right! And there's trouble too!”

“You're wrong, Nettie.” Jon exclaimed with a smug grin. “The girls and Duke aren't here. I think I'll be taking that ten dollars now!” He smiled an innocent smile, ignoring the surprised and impressed looks he got from the others.

“You little-”

“Mari! Language!” Marinette looked up to see the disapproving look of Dick’s. “There's a kid here!”

Damian scowled. “Oh, right.” Marinette nodded along solemnly, paying no mind to the murderous expression that had settled on the kid’s face. “Also,” She said, “I'm not catching you this time.”

Jason snickered at Dick’s fallen face before high-fiving Marinette. They ignored Bruce's stern look. It seemed that ignorance of family members was a thing that ran through the family.

“So, what's the situation?” She asked, reminding everyone of the current problem.

“Selina lost her lucky cat pearl choker that her dearest friend gave her.” Tim explained while taking another sip of whatever it was that he was drinking. “It's probably Bruce's jealousy acting up again which led to the stealing of the pearl. I say he's the culprit.” He sipped his drink as though declaring an end to his point.

“Wha-”

“It is a good observation, but not enough to claim Bruce as the culprit.” Tim gave a hum to indicate that Mari had a point. “Oh, and I see you've used my hot chocolate recipe. Good job!” Tim sent a smug smirk to Damian- who had turned his glare to Tim at Marinette's words. As he sipped his hot chocolate, his message was clear to Damian. Tim had just told him: ‘Hah. Take that, tiny loser!’

“And it can't be Dick.” Marinette said. She turned to Dick with an icy glare, so cold that even the sun would freeze. “Because, Dick, is trying to hide the fact that he stole my homemade cookies.”

“I couldn't stop myself!” He squeaked. “Please don't kill me yet!” The Wayne’s plus Jon sent him a disgusted look at his confession.

“It's your lucky day, Dick! Your time has not come.” She chirped dangerously. “Yet.” Her murderous smile would forever stay in their memories, unfortunately.

“I know for sure it wasn't Jason.” Jason's muffled laughter stilled. He had a feeling that that today would be the day all of his secrets was unloaded. “I saw you outside the window while coming here. I know exactly what you were doing.” Was Marinette's smile always this unnatural?

“Oh, come on, little pixie.” He let out a nervous laugh. “I'm your favourite bro, aren't I?”

“Hm. You've got a point.” She agreed. Jason's shoulder sagged in relief. Of course, it wasn't for long that he was relieved. “But, I know Dick couldn't have gotten this far unless he had gotten some help. You gave him tips, didn't you?”

“Tim could have given him tips too!” His words said one thing while his nervous actions said another. What an idiot.

Marinette arched an eyebrow at him.

“W-Well, even if I did give him tips, that doesn't explain how I’m innocent in this case!”

“Oh!” Marinette brightened. “Isn't it obvious? You knew Dick would get in trouble and would take away attention.” Dick pouted. “So you took the chance of no one noticing you to observe how B and Selina act around each other!”

Heads turned around to look at Jason.

“Oh!” Tim snapped his fingers in understanding. “So you want to learn how to act around Roy?”

“I'm out!” Jason grappled away but everyone knew that he knew he wouldn't be able to grapple away from them forever.

“I'll get him later.” Marinette waved it off. “One less person to unravel.” Her piercing gaze turned to everyone else. “Since I owe you, Tim, I'll let ya go.” Tim nodded, grateful for her mercy.

Damian turned to move away from the scene before the hunter could catch her prey.

“And where do you think you're going?” Damian stilled. Of course, he did. Who would be stupid enough to run away from Marinette?

“Tt. I need to feed Titus. Where else would I go?” He just needed a cool head. Maybe he would be left alone?

“...I'll leave you if you let me have Titus for a day. Or Alfred, any is fine.”

This...was outrageous! What imbecile blackmails them for a pet?! How dare she?...But it wasn't a bad deal. Maybe he could fool her and give her some other animal? Yes, that would be smart. He just needed some time

“...Deal.” He was out in a matter of seconds. Jon snickered away the whole time.

“So that leaves only one suspect, right?” Selina asked.

“No.” Tim smirked at Marinette's words. “There's two suspects.”

“What? Really?” She looked extremely lost. “There's no one else here, though?” She gasped. “You don't mean Alfred , do you?”

“Ok, look. I'll just get straight to the point. I’m getting tired and the writer is too.” From the corner of her eye, Marinette could see Jason peeping through a window and Damian peeking from behind the wall.

“No one could have stolen your ‘Precious pearl’, Selina.” She explained. “Because there was no pearl to begin with. The jewel you should us today wasn't even a pearl!” Collective gasps ran through the hallway. Selina only smirked.

“You were bored by the lack of activity and wanted chaos, didn't you?”

“And chaos I got!” Selina grinned. “That was one good show you gave me!”

Marinette gave a pleasant smile. “Glad you enjoyed it!”

“Uh, Mari?” Jon called for her from beside her after taking a good long look at the murderous glares of half if the Waynes. “I'm sure you don't want to dirty your self designed outfit. It's about to get real here.”

“You're right!” She looked horrified at the idea.

Jon rolled his eyes. “Just hop on, cupcake.”

And so they flew away towards the sunset, leaving behind a huge mess and living happily ever after!

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Press F to pay respect to those who have fallen at the hands of Mari. Also, someone should help Dick out. He's still on the ceiling.

How long has it been since I posted? I kinda missed this!

[batfam-imagines]

Batsis/Batbro/Batsibling that was struck by lightning/received a high voltage of electricity and lived but they have major electric scars after. How would the batboys and Bruce react?

Title: Lightning

So sorry this took so long for me to write. I was going through some old requests and this one just spoke to me!

———————————————————————————–

It’s always raining in Gotham,but rarely is it ever a true storm. Thunder and lightning crash through thesky, lighting up the buildings, and silhouetting the vigilante’s swingingbetween them. 

Jason and Dick hit the roof oneither side of you, puddles splashing as the three of you race to the other endof the skyscraper.

The two older vigilantes stopat the edge of the roof, hunkering under one of the many gargoyles while youclimb even higher, watching the quiet city.

“Y/N! You shouldn’t be up thathigh! Not in the storm, you could slip!”

You let out a laugh, “I’m notgonna slip! I’ve been climbing these gargoyles for years!”

Jason un-clasps his helmet, hishair getting drenched in less than a minute, “Come on, birdie! You’re makingDick nervous! If you get hurt -”

No one can predict lightningstrikes, not even the best meteorologists. So no one can predict that lightningwill strike right where you’re standing, that electricity will surge throughyou’re entire body, that it’ll stop your heart.

–

Dick screams when the lightninghits Y/N, he lunges forward to catch their, now completely, limp body before itplummets to the city streets below.

“Y/N! No, no, no! Jason, callthe Cave!” Dick scrambles for the latches on Y/N’s suit until he can get hisfingers on their pulse. “No pulse, shit! Jason! Call the damn Cave! I’mstarting CPR now!”

Jason’s fingers scramble at hisear, “B! B, are you there?! B, there’s been a fucking emergency!”

“Hood, what happened? Everyonewas ordered to stay inside -”

“Yeah, yeah, I know! Listen,Y/N was struck by lightning – Dick’s … he’s doing CPR, there wasn’t a pulse. Idon’t – I don’t -” Jason raises a shaking hand to run through his hair.

“Calm down, Jason. Take a deepbreath, you know CPR, continue that until I get to you. Tim and I are trackingyour location right now. Keep calm, Jason, we’re coming. Go help Dick until weget there”

Jason splashes to his knee’s oppositeof Dick, “Switch off”

“’m fine”

“If you don’t take a break, you’llbe too exhausted to keep going later, we don’t know how long we have to keepthis up. Switch. Off”

Dick’s face twists up into asnarl, “Fine, 27-28-29-30. Switch”

Jason continues on for two morerounds, the only sounds being the boom of thunder and the huffs of breath atevery compression.

“Can I shock them with my Escrimasticks?” Dick pulls out one of his weapons, “Would shocking Y/N again do moredamage?”

“Only one way to find out.”Jason quickly shifts back, and Dick presses the Escrima stick forward. Jason reachesout and checks for a pulse before restarting CPR. “Recharge and try again”

Dick glances towards the ground,“B just pulled up, keep going Jay. One more shock and Bruce’ll be here. Onthree pull back. One, two, three” The tip of the Escrima stick makes contactwith Y/N’s chest again, more electricity pulsing through their body.

“A pulse! I felt a pulse!” Jason’seyes are wide, his fingers pressed tightly to Y/N’s carotid artery.

Dick scrambles closer, his ownfingers going to Y/N’s wrist to feel for a pulse, “I got one too! Thank God!”Y/N was even breathing on their own.

Bruce bursts through the accessdoor, “Why did you stop CPR? Quick, get Y/N on the gurney, we need to get backto the Cave -”

Jason’s fingers shake butrefuse to move from where they’re pressed to Y/N throat, “We got a pulse. We –we -”

“Good, get Y/N on the gurney.The Batmobile’s still running, Alfred’s getting the Cave ready as we speak.”

–

Everything hurts when you wake up.Your entire right side feels like it’s on fire, your chest feels like your ribshave been broken, and your shoulder feels like it’s been dislocated.

“’flred … Alfred!”

“Y/N, good heavens, you’reawake!” The old butler quickly bustles around your hospital bed, “How are youfeeling? Do you need anything?”

“W-What happened? I don’tremember … I was on Patrol with – with Dick and Jason, but I don’t – what happenedafter?” You try to push yourself higher on the bed, but your right arm doesn’twant to work. “Why can’t I …?”

“Y/N, you were struck bylightning. Your heart stopped for approximately 7-minutes on that rooftop,Master Richard and Jason were able to perform CPR and restart your heart.”Alfred gently places a hand on the side of your neck, “Unfortunately thelightning left you with some … intensive scarring, which is why you are in so muchpain”

“How long was I out?”

Jason steps into the hospitalwing, “Two weeks, you were unconscious for two weeks”

“Hey, Jay” You throw a smile atyour older brother, “Heard you and Dickie saved my life. Thanks for that”

“You little shit, do you knowhow scared I was?! You didn’t have a fucking heartbeat!! You almost fell offthat damn building and I was in too much shock to catch you! You’re lucky Dickwas there, or you’d be a damn pancake!” Jason reaches out and pulls you into agentle hug, touching your right side as little as possible.

“I know, I was reckless. I’msorry.”

“Damn right you’re reckless! Itold you not to climb so high! You didn’t listen and you got hurt!” Dickcharges is, eyes blazing. “But you’re okay and that’s all that matters! I loveyou! I don’t tell any of you that enough, but I almost lost you!”

“I’ll be more careful, promise”

Bruce walks in next, “Good,after this accident everyone needs to be more careful. Y/N, you’re benched forthe foreseeable future. You’ll need intensive physical therapy to regain fulluse of your right arm.”

“Thanks for the concern, B.”You throw him a smile, “Not like I did it on purpose”

Bruce takes a breath beforewalking closer, “I’m glad you’re alright, Y/N. You had us all scared for awhile there”

–

The first time you see the scarringleft by the lightning strike, you cry. It spiders across the right-side of yourjaw, down your neck, over your shoulder and arm, and across your chest. Thescars are angry and red, standing out starkly against your skin.

Jason’s quick to reassure youas soon as he sees tears, “They aren’t that bad! They actually look prettybadass! Aw man, don’t cry! It won’t even be that bad once it starts to fade!”

You quickly wipe the tearsaway, “Do you know how hard this’ll be to explain to the media?! Or even tohide in my mask!”

“Don’t worry about that stuff,you aren’t leaving the Manor anytime soon anyway. I’m actually surprised Damian’slet you out of his sight this long”

“He’s a good kid, Jay. He justhas a hard time showing he cares. And plus, I like his company, he’s actuallypretty smart” You slowly flex your fingers, “Come here and help me with myphysical therapy, I still can’t move my arm right”

Jason groans, but heaveshimself off the bed, “Alright, alright. You’re lucky you’re my favorite sibling”

–

Tim approaches you next, “Jasonmentioned you were worried about being recognized by your scars …”

You glance up from your bookand flash a brief smile at him, “Yeah, I was tellin’ him that it might be hardto spin to media how suddenly I have this great new accessory and one of theBats does too”

“What would you think of a masksimilar to Cassandra’s? or one that covers just your mouth, so the scar was hidden?And I mean we can just tell the media the truth, or part of it, just tell themthat we were all outside during the last storm and that you got hit”

“That’s a pretty good idea,Tim. You got some sketches to show me?” Tim holds out his tablet and you flickthrough about twenty different suit designs, “Damn, Timmy, when did you havetime for all this! These are great! How about number 15, that one only goes up overmy nose and I can keep the Domino still. I like the colors of that one too, purpleand red, hell yeah.”

Tim grins, “I was torn betweenthat one and seven. I’ll makes up the new suit so you can try it on. You know,I wish you could show off the scar, it’s pretty bad ass looking”

You smirk, “Thanks, it’sstarting to grow on me”

–

“I would like to draw your scar,Y/N, if you would let me” Damian stands in front of you holding his sketchpadand various drawing supplies.

“What?”

“The way the scar twists is fascinatingand I believe it will provide a challenge to draw on the human body. That is ifyou would let me”

You chuckle and flick the TVoff, “Alright, kid, I’ll be your model. I just have one condition”

Damian’s eyes flash inexcitement, “Name it”

“You have to show me thepicture when you’re done with it”

“Very well, if that is youronly condition I would like to start now”

You lay back on the couch andpull your t-shirt off, leaving you in a tank-top, you slide your right arm freeso the scar is completely exposed, “Draw away, Dami”

–

“Y/N … does it hurt?”

You glance over at Dick, onlyto see his eyes locked on your exposed scar, “Not anymore, not a lot anyway.Sometimes it aches, or I get like a phantom pain, but not nearly as much aswhen I first woke up in the cave”

“I – I’m sorry you have it”

“You’re sorry I have the scar?”

Dick nods mutely, his lipsturned down in a frown, “You have it because I wasn’t watching you closeenough. I let you climb on the gargoyle, if you hadn’t then you wouldn’t -”

“Stop! It wasn’t your faultwhat happened to me! I chose to be reckless in the middle of a thunderstorm.You and Jason saved my life. If it wasn’t for you, I would have fallen off thatbuilding. This scar means I’m alive, means I didn’t die. I’d rather have ahundred scars than be dead”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,Y/N”

“I know, Dick.”

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Desperate Measures

A Richard Firewood Fic.

Authors Note: Richards.... First time. Every murder story starts from somewhere.

This couldn’t be good, not by how the black haired man was gripping his once perfect styled hair in his hands, bags under his eyes that made him look almost sick.

The bills upon bills notes on the big dark mahogony desk were the main reason for Richards current mood; lack of sleep, drinking and the full ashtray were obviously visible.

Ever since he recieved the letter from his grandfather about inveriting the intimidating and luxurious hotel, and of course saying 'bye, bye' to his dream of being a famous surgeon, his temper started to be on thin ice. Its been just two years since he started to lead the hotel and things have been going down ever since. The debts, the pressure; Richard was used to it, but in these two years he couldn't deny that he started to feed on the luxury: a floor at the very top of the hotel, all his, finest food and drinks, expensive clothes that costed maybe thousand upon thousand of dollars.

He basked in being rich!

Like hell, will he go back to living in a cardboard apartament and working two jobs to sustain in just paying the rent. He was done feeling like the worst. His green eyes were full of hate and rage; then just like that he got up and threw the crystal glass of whiskey right into the wall, glass shattering.

In not even 10 seconds, Martha, one of the oldest maids came in, preparing to clean up the mess, not even glancing at the huffing, red faced man.

"Master Firewood... Dinner will be served in half an hour." she annouced, finally looking at the raven haired man.

"Fuck dinner..... We have problems.... Financial problems." Richard said, through gritted teeth, trying to control his temper.

To think that when he started medical college, he was a shy and scrawny guy Who couldn’t be noticed. Now the 6'5 impossing figure with defined muscels and an attitude to match was like a volcano, maybe all these sleepless years of studing medicine, fucked up his brain.

"Leave." Richards authoritive voice boomed and Martha knew better than to try to reason with him at this point, so she left, only to come after one hour.

"Master Firewood.... There is someone that wants to talk to you." She spoke from the entry of his office and Richard only told her to let said person enter.

In came an old man, all dressed in an impecable black suit with a dark coat. He was probably in his 80 from how slowly he walked and sat down in one of the armchairs in front of the desk. He looked like he knew the place, seeming all comfortable.

"Hello Richard. Its good to finally meet you." the old man spoke, making Richard raise an eyebrow.

"And you are?" he asked, his tone all but rude. He wasn't in the mood for chit chatting.

"Oh, pardon me! I am Alfred William. A pleasure to finally meet the nephew of my deceased friend." Alfred spoke, catching Richards attention.

"You knew my grandfather?" The younger male asked.

"Yes, yes indeed! We were golf partners and got on many adventures in young times, until I settled down with my wife. He was such a workaholic and very smart.... I remember when-" But he was cut off by Richard.

"Get to the point." Alfred chuckled at Richards cold tone.

"Ahh... He told me before he died that you were straight to the point. The reason I am here its because of your problems.... Financial problems." That caught Richards attention and he was all ears.

"I may have an answer to your stack of bills." The old man motioned to all the bills on the desk.

"I am old indeed... And my wide just passed away three months ago. I feel so lonely without her. All I have are my children and nephews.....but my health isn't so bright as in the good ol' days." Alfred told Richard with a sad sigh.

"Your point?"

"I have so much money, but I don't know what to do with it. At my age money cannot bring me happiness and I would love nothing more than to enjoy my nephews as much as I can. They are so cute."

Richard was starting to lose his patience and the older man noticed.

"To put it simply I need a kidney and liver transplant. I will pay all your bills and debts. You may wonder why? Simple. I know how much your grandfather put his soul into this hotel and I would hate to see everything crumble down."

Richard was curious where this was going.

"Get me a healthy kidney and liver and we got ourself a deal." Alfred finally spoke, making Richards eyes widen.

"Like steal? You know this isn't like stealing a diamond or a purse from an old lady, old geezer." Richard said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Alfred just chuckled and stood up.

"Think about the offer." with that he left the black haired man alone in his office.

Later that day, Richard was standing outside the hotel, at the entrace, smoking a cigarette and debating over the offer.

The old man was nuts, but the offer was tempting and Richard wondered how he could do it.

'A kidney and a liver? He must be talking nonsense.' he thought and was ready to go back inside after finishing his smoke, when someone bumped into him.

"I-I am so sorry.... I am such a klutz. I should be looking where I am going." a gentle voice spoke, and green eyes meet hazel ones.

It was a young woman, no older than 25, a pink blush on her cheeks as she looked at him, excusing herself.

Richard wanted to tell her rudely to watch where she was walking, despite her polițe excuse. He just wasn't in the mood.

Then it was like something striked him.

'You know, Richy man? All the women are looking at you. I bet they will crawl over the place you walk like a God.'

That's what one of his friends from college told him one time they were out drinking.

"Wait! I should be the one apologizing." Richards deep voice spoke, making the young female stop and look at him with wide eyes.

"How about I make it up to you? I invite you for a drink. A form of saying sorry to such a beautiful girl." he spoke in a suave voice, giving her a lop sided smile.

"S-Sure... I would love to." the girl spoke in a shy voice, biting on her lower lip.

Richard smirked inside.

'Jack pot.'

Later at night, they went off for drinks at the bar of the hotel, laughing and joking, basically just talking. The girl was already tipsy and she just drunk two glasses of wine.

"Y-You are so handsome...." the girl slurred, as Richard lead her through the hallways of the hotel, then he pulled out a syringe, piercing the need le in her neck and she fell into his arms.

She indeed woke up, but she was strapped onto a metal table, imobolized and without escape. Her hazel eyes widened when she noticed Richard at the end of the surgical table, next to him another smaller one filled with medical tools.

"What are you doing? H-Help!" That's when the screaming began, but not like anyone could hear her. They were deep down into The basement of the hotel.

Richard put on a pair of nitril gloves, the girl already naked. He took a scalpel and looked at her nervously. Its been so long since he'd done this and all the practice he had done so far in medical school was on dead bodies.

"W-Why?" The girl asked and Richard wondered.

"Why? Nothing personal, darling..... I call this survival. As much as I would have loved to get you between the sheets, money makes the world go around." he spoke, looking at the scalpel and began to work.

He started by cutting up the first layer of skin, the girls screams and tears continuing to follow. Next was the muscels, pulling them carefully apart. He had to be precise or else the organs wouldn't be of any use.

After three hours of cutting, slicing and digging, he finally got the wanted organs out, putting them in special boxes to stay fresh.

He was proud of his work, the girl was still alive but pretty much dizzy and pale.

"P-Please.... God..." she was still speaking, he had to give her credit for being so strong.

"I-I hope you burn in hell..." the girl finally spoke looking deeply into The emerald eyes.

Richard snarled and without realizing he piercing the scalpel right into her left eye, then pulled out.

Oh, she screamed indeed... All bloody murder.

Then, he pushed two of his fingers in her eyesocket, digging and making her scream more.

He smirked darkly, then finally he sliced her neck, blood pouring out of her and down the metal table onto the cold concrete.

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"Ahhh... Such a good work. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Richard." the old man spoke, as two tall men clad in black, took the two boxes that contained the desired organs.

"The money has been delievered into the bank account." Alfred spoke and Richard nodded, looking down.

Before the old man could leave, he stopped.

"I have many friends and relations who would be very much interested into your.... Services." Alfred spoke in an voice that could send shivers down anyones spine, but not to Richard.

"Looking forward to it." the black haired man, spoke, a twisted smirk on his face.

"Atta' boy......Have a nice day!" Alfreds cheerfull voice spoke, saluting Richard and getting into the back limousine, taking off.

Well.... This was a start of a very promising business.