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resident-gay-bitch · 3 months ago

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⭐️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️

Skirts are for boys too

It's safe to say that Sirius is quite mad.

Honestly, why is a thing such as a uniform causing this much controversy throughout the school? So what if the girls decided to rock up in trousers one day? He would too, if he had boys looking up his skirt everytime he took to the staircase. It’s gross.

It baffles him just how daft some people can be, calling the girls a bunch of queers for what they’re wearing on their bottom half. It’s even more ridiculous, considering they wear jeans and other types of trousers casually on the weekends, and Hogsmeade trips. He really can’t grasp why it’s so odd for them to suddenly rock up in the boys uniforms one day.

So old fashioned, really.

They’re sitting in the common room now, chatting as they usually do. And Mary states that she’s just going to go back to wearing a skirt tomorrow. She doesn’t want to deal with the comments all day. Marlene retaliates, saying she hates the fucking skirts, and Lily agrees, expressing how Thomas actually commented on her knickers the other day. However, by the end of the conversation, Lily and Mary decide that they’re going back to skirts, and Marlene angrily decides to suffer the commentary alone.

Sirius thinks this is stupid.

One, people should feel comfortable in their clothes. And two, who gives a fuck? Why are there specific gendered uniforms? Why can’t clothes just be clothes?

So, after some thought, he knocks on the girls dormitory the next morning, and requests a skirt.

They all give him weird looks, and he tells them it’s for a prank, of sorts.

Marlene tosses her skirt at him with a huff, begging him to please take it, burn it, whatever he wants. And so Sirius takes it.

And then he sauntered into the Great Hall for breakfast, right at the busiest moment, dressed in the girls uniform.

Honestly, he looks quite good in it. He’s given it his own ruggish look, the shirt untucked, his tie all crooked, his robes slung over his arm rather than on so everyone can see. He’s even got some cute socks on with little frills on the top that he’d accidentally snatched from Mary on their group holiday over the summer that he was yet to return, and they stuck out over the top of his boots.

As he entered the great hall, all eyes fell on him and silence took over. But he ignored it, smiling as he waved at his friends, twisting his wand out of his hair and plunking it on the table.

“These things are drafty, it’s honestly nice.” He muttered, smoothing his skirt over his arse as he took a seat, “Though I get what you mean about them being short. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much thigh on display. I doubt I’ll do any bending over of any sort today.”

Marlene was laughing her arse off, “It’s probably because you’re almost a foot taller than me, Black. If I knew you were planning on wearing it I would have said something.”

“Hmm, well, I’m sure someone will appreciate it.”

Marlene snickered, elbowing Remus in the side, “Yeah, someone.”

“Piss off.” He muttered under his breath.

“How long do you think it will take for him to get dress-coded?” Lily asked.

“Depends how homophobic the teachers are.“ He shrugged, “I do love a good challenge though, I thought the socks were a nice touch.”

“Yeah, that’s because they’re mine, you slag.” Mary muttered.

“Isn’t a compliment to you that I incorporated them into my outfit?” He grinned at her, cheerily, making her laugh.

“Do you reckon if we put some lipstick on him, ol’ Slyggy will think he's a girl?” James asked, nudging Peter.

Peter snickered, “Yeah, he looks like one.”

“Maybe give him a bow?” Remus added, all of them teasing now, “A cute little pink one.”

“Do you reckon he’s got a bra on under there?” Pete grinned.

“Careful Mary, you might want to make sure he hasn’t stolen your knickers too.”

Mary laughed, grinning over at Sirius, “Did you steal my knickers too, Sirius?”

“I think if you put some eyeshadow on him too, you’ll even be able to trick Flitwick.” James said.

“Oh, yeah, some sparkles would really bring out his eyes.” Remus added.

“Get him all dolled up in pink.” Pete smirked.

“I know you think you’re insulting me, but really all I’m getting from your commentary is that you think I’m pretty.” Sirius said, flipping his hair over his shoulder before getting himself some toast, “So go on, bag on about how gorgeous you think I am. All you’ll be doing is making me think you’re desperate for a shag.”

“Oh, I think someones desperate for a shag.” Marlene commented, pumping her eyebrows over at Remus.

Sirius sighed, sending her an unimpressed glare, “You say that as if you’re not desperate to get in Mary’s pants yourself-”

“Shuddup.” Marlene grumbled, blushing bright red.

“Don’t tease her, Sirius.” Mary grinned.

“Oh, so you all can tease me, but I can’t-”

“Mister Black.” The familiar echo of McGonagall's voice cut over their morning squabbles, and everyone looked up at her, looming over Sirius’ shoulder.

“Morning, Minnie.” He said sheepishly, turning to grin up at her, “Lovely day, isn’t it? Sun's shining, birds are sing-”

McGonagall cleared her throat and pointed to the ground in front of her, a silent command for Sirius to stand before her. So, he bowed his head and hopped up from the table, hands tucked behind his back and toes turned together and everything.

“Mister Black, considering the countless times I’ve had to tell you off and deduct points for your incorrect use of the uniform, I would have thought you’d have made yourself familiar with what's appropriate.” She eyed him over, “I can see now, that is not the case.”

“Sorry, Miss.” He muttered, blushing down at his feet.

“If you are not changed into the appropriate uniform by your first class, I will have to deduct twenty points from Gryffindor. Do you understand me, Mister Black?”

Sirius cleared his throat and nodded up at her, “Yes, Miss.”

“As I’ve told you before, black leather, low heeled lace up shoes, or a simple Mary-Jane are viable. Large boots are not.”

“Wait-” Sirius glanced up at her, “You’re telling me off for my shoes?”

“What else would I be telling you off for, Mister Black?” She arched an eyebrow up at him, the tiniest of grins on her lips.

“I…” He smiled, nodding his head at her, “No, nothing, Miss. Promise I’ll fix my shoes for class.”

“Very well.” She nodded, taking a few steps forward to quietly whisper to him in passing, “If any Professors try to tell you to change from that skirt today, Mister Black, come find me. I will not allow any detentions for that.” She smiled, swishing her wand down at his skirt to subtly make it grow a few inches.

He smiled up at her as she drifted down the hall, smoothing his hands over his skirt, now at a more appropriate length down his thighs. He laughed and sat back down at the table, and Mary leaned into him, grabbing his hair to give him a couple of braids.

“I can’t believe you just got away with that.” Remus muttered.

“I can.” Marlene shrugged, stirring her porridge around sloppily, “She’s bloody brilliant about that stuff, doesn’t give a fuck. She’s trying to persuade Dumbledore to add girls' trousers to the uniform, you know, cause they’ll fit better.”

As Mary braided his hair, and the lot of them continued to eat their breakfast, some crude commentary was thrown around the hall. A lot of students tried to taunt Sirius, calling him a queer or a transexual, but he simply chose to ignore it. By the end of breakfast, James was so red in the face about all the rude shit said about his best friend, he looked as though he were about to burst.

“It’s bloody stupid.” He said, stomping his feet as they all moved back to the Gryffindor tower so Sirius could change his shoes before class. “So bloody stupid, who cares if he’s in a skirt? It’s just a skirt! Just clothes-”

“That’s exactly the point, James.” Sirius smiled back at him, “Honestly, the whole point of this was to stir a little attention. Not one person has said anything about Marlene today, have they?”

“Wait, what?” Marlene asked, furrowing her brow at him, “You did this because…”

“Yeah, I guess?” Sirius shrugged, “I’ve also just always wanted to try a skirt on. Really, the draft is lovely.”

“Is this… a protest?” Lily asked, “Are you protesting the bloody uniforms?”

“Yeah, I ‘spose.” He said, marching towards the staircase in the common room, “I mean, who gives a fuck about what clothes you wear, right? And if you wear pants enough, and I wear a bloody skirt enough, they’ll stop commenting on it.”

“You plan on wearing it again?” Mary asked.

“Yeah?” Sirius smiled at her, stopping on the bottom staircase, “You heard what those gits said, I’m pretty.” He laughed before bounding up the stairs.

The girls chased after him, bombarding him with questions that he thought may have been a little much. It was just a skirt, and so what if he’s queer? He’s not wearing a skirt because he’s queer. He’s just wearing a skirt because he wants to wear a skirt and he thinks it’s stupid that people think he can’t wear a skirt. What about it?

By the time he’s come back down, Lily’s stuck flower pins in his braids, and Mary’s given him her raspberry lipgloss to try out. And on his feet are a pair of Marlene's old Mary-Janes that they had to use an enlargement charm on. Honestly, he feels pretty great.

They come back down to the common room chatting amongst themselves about very regular things, when the boys are suddenly awkwardly shuffling towards them.

“What’s your problem?” Sirius asks with a quirk of his eyebrow, “I swear, if you’re going to tell me to take all of this off-”

“No.” James cuts in, “We think it’s brilliant.”

“Yeah, pretty…” Remus sighed, his eyes skating over Sirius again, “Uh- I mean, yeah, brilliant.”

“We want in.” Peter said, leaning in front of James, “On the skirt thing.”

“How about a trade?” James grinned, puffing his chest up, “We’ll lend you girls our trousers, and you lend us your skirts?”

Mary and Lily looked between each other, then back at the boys with grins, “I mean, we already have trousers…”

“Oh, right.” Remus nodded, looking down at the ground.

“You can have our skirts though.”

They were all immediately elated.

“If you let us make you all pretty.” Mary cut in.

“Oh, this is gonna be brilliant.” Marlene chuckled.

“Dibs on Lily giving me a makeover!” James said, already bounding up the stairs.

By the time they came back down, they were almost late for class. All four boys in skirts, lip gloss, with pins and barretts and braids and pigtails in their hair. Sirius thought they all looked very pretty, actually. And the girls were elated, dressed in their comfy trousers finally. And yeah, no one said shit about the girls uniforms when the Marauders walked into class in skirts.

And by the end of the week, no one had any more negative commentary to say about it. Sirius' trousers were long abandoned.

also heres some art i did for this:

#jay writes #⭐️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️#sirius black #marauders era #mwpp #sirius in a skirt #padfoot #marauders #ficlet #fan art #marauders art

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ronniesinsanity · 3 months ago

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Dean Winchester- One Shot

TW‼️- this post will mention; abuse, alcoholism, fighting, cursing and parental neglect

Dean lie awake in bed as tears streamed down his face. He felt like a failure. He messed up as a brother to Sam and a son to John. Though John had always told him he was a failure, it still bothered him deeply. He was never allowed to show his emotions in front of his father because it wasn’t “manly”. Nothing was ever good enough for him. He couldn’t be a child anymore, he had to grow up and take care of Sam. He was there for Sam, not John, HIM.

Dean was there for Sam whenever he needed his big brother. He had to be not only his brother, but also his mother and his father. He attended parent teacher conferences when Sam was in school. He made sure Sam had a roof over his head and food to eat. And if he was lucky enough, he’d have money for Sam to go on field trips when he’d stay in school long enough. Who bought Sam’s birthday presents? Dean did. Who bought Sam’s Christmas presents? DEAN DID. John had never done that for his “boys” that he so called “cared” about. Who also had to get temporary custody of their 14 year old brother so he wouldn’t be taken away? You guessed it DEAN WINCHESTER DID.

Sam had always gotten Dean some sort of Father’s Day present each year. He saw Dean as his older brother, but also his dad. When any of his schools would do their “Parents” Day, he’d always bring Dean in. He thought he was the coolest big brother ever, but unfortunately Sam never knew what would happen to Dean when he wasn’t around. He didn’t know the true evils that lie beneath John Winchester.

Dean would always stand up for his brother, he didn’t care how bad of a beating he’d get. As long as he knew Sam was safe, that’s all that mattered to him. Unfortunately Sam would witness some of this, but thankfully not all of it. Though he did remember when John had thrown Dean out of the house when it was pouring down rain and it was awfully cold outside.

John and Dean had gotten into a pretty heated argument that night. “Dean, for the last time, I am your father! You need to listen to me!” He said in an angry tone as he looked at his son. “Father? Father?! Are you fucking kidding me! You are not worthy of being called a father! You know who is a father though?! Me! I’m there for Sam more than you have ever been? Do you know the foods he likes? Or dislikes? Do you know his allergies? Do you know who his doctor and dentist are!? No you don’t do you! Cause you’re too busy going off and finding the thing that killed mom! Guess what, John you’re never going to find it! Can’t you accept that she’s gone and she’s never coming back?!” Dean snapped at his father. That really pissed John off. He made his way over to Dean and slapped him hard. “Don’t you DARE talk to me like that again, boy! What the hells wrong with you?! You know what? Get the fuck out of this room and away from me! I’ll send your ass back to Sonny’s if I have to!” He threatened. He had Dean sent there before snd he wasn’t scared to do it again. “Oh yeah?! Well maybe this time I’ll show him my “werewolf” marks and tell him the truth that my “father” is an abusive alcoholic!” He yelled as he looked at his dad angrily.

John soon walked past him, grabbing onto his arm tightly, and leading him to the door. He soon opened the door, throwing him out into the pouring cold rain. “YOU are NOT welcomed back into this room until you learn and understand not to talk back to your father!” John spoke before slamming the door and locking it. Dean was only 16 almost 17 when this happened. Who the hell does something like that to their own kid? Dean teared up as he looked at the ground. Why would his dad do something like this. As he pulled himself together, he made his way to the impala. Luckily, he knew how to pick lock the doors. Once he made it inside. He climbed into the backseat and shivered a bit. It was colder than all hell in there. He didn’t have his jacket so that made it worse, plus he was also wet.

Sam had tears in his eyes as he watched his father and brother fight. He hated when the two would fight. He also hated when Dean would leave him. He didn’t enjoy being with John at all. As he wiped his tears, he heard the rain start to pick up. He was worried about Dean being out there in the cold weather. An hour went by and he knew John would’ve drank himself to sleep by now. He grabbed a few blankets and quietly made his way to the door. Carefully, he unlocked it, going outside and quietly closing the door behind him. He soon bolted for the impala since he guessed that’s where Dean would be. Dean was lost in his thoughts as he looked out of the window. Soon, he saw a small figure approaching the car. Once the figure was close enough, he realized it was Sam. He quickly got up and opened the door, letting his little brother in. “Sammy, what the hell are you thinking? It’s pouring down rain.”

“I don’t care, I missed you. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Sam said as he soon climbed into the backseat with his older brother. “I brought you some blankets.” He spoke, looking over at Dean. “Sammy,” Dean said with a sigh. “You’re gonna make yourself sick like this. You didn’t have to do this. I’ll be okay.” Sam shook his head and hugged his brother tightly. “I don’t want you to leave me again..” he said in a sad tone. Dean looked confused as he held him close. “Sammy, you know I’m not going to leave you. Why would I do that? If anything, you’d be going along with me. You know that. I’d never leave you behind.” He reassured his younger brother. “But, dad said he’d send you away. I don’t want that, Dean!” Sam exclaimed as tears were streaming down his face.

“Oh Sammy…you don’t have to worry about that.” He spoke, shaking his head softly. “I promise as long as I’m around, you’ll always be safe with me. You won’t have to worry about a thing.” He reassured, covering his brother with the blankets he brought. “Now, you need to get some rest. I promise I won’t go anywhere.”

As Dean was remembering these awful memories, he hadn’t realized that Sam was in his room. Sam noticed his brother was hurting and it made him upset. He always hated seeing him like this. He made his way over to him, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. “Dean? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. Dean jumped as he heard his brother’s voice. He quickly looked at him, wiping his eyes, and nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry, Sammy” he said as he faked a smile. Sam shook his head and hugged his brother tightly. “No you’re not, Dean. What’s going on? You know you can talk to me.”

Dean hugged him back, sighing sadly as he teared up once again. “I-I’m not a good enough brother for you, Sam..” he chocked out. “Dean, yes you are. You’ve been there for me my whole life. You’re more like a dad to me than ours ever was. I appreciate everything you’ve sacrificed for me. Don’t you dare say you’re not a good enough brother for me. You’ve done so much for me and I never take you for granted.” He reassured the other as he rubbed his back a little. “You were young when everything happened and you took me on as your responsibility. You knew you didn’t have to, but you did anyway. You made me the man I am today, Dean. John didn’t do that, you did. You stepped up when he stepped down. I don’t know anyone else who would do that for their brother. I love you, Dean and I’m always here for you. You became the man dad should’ve been. Mom would be so proud of you.”

Dean cried as he listened to him. He was right, he was better than John. He nodded as he wiped his tears again. “I love you too, Sammy. Thank you.” He sniffled.

“You’re welcome, how about you and I get some pie, ice cream, and whatever else you want. And we can rewatch Scooby Doo.” Sam suggested. Dean smiled at that, nodding softly. “Sounds good to me.” He replied. Sam smiled back, getting up, and helping his brother up. As he lead him to the door, he patted him on the back. “You’re a good brother and dad, Dean.” He said and the two were off on their way.

#fanfic #oneshot #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #supernatural #spn #spnfandom #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #jeffrey dean morgan

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artzychic27 · 11 months ago

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So what is one thing that science kids dislike about the akuma class and heroes?

Mireille: Only one?

*Meanwhile, the Akuma Class is listening outside through the door

Denise: I don't know. I love Kitty Section’s angle, but, Rose’s singing just makes my ears bleed sometimes.

Rose: *Gasps*

Lacey: Oh, and then they’re always attracting Akumas, constantly. Me, I’m just like, “Hello! Can we get a break? Stop pissing people off!”

Nino: Way harsh, dude.

Marc: You know, I never cared much for those stupid Adrinette plans. *Marinette tears up* It’s like that ship is their cult, or something, it’s freaky.

Zoé: And let’s not forget that teacher of theirs’. She acts like they’re five years old with that, “love conquers all” bullshit.

Ismael: And, you know, I never understood why they asked Marinette to make that banner for Kim and Alix’s race earlier in the year. Kinda tacky, right?

Cosette: Not to mention, those basic-ass gender neutral outfits. They just look like stereotypical French clothes.

Marc: Not very original.

Marinette: What?!

Jean: Did you hear something? Ah, never mind, it’s probably not important. Oh, and I really do think those guys will be tricked into joining a cult.

Reshma: Lila?

Jean: Who else, dear? Seriously, I get migraines just from hearing her talk. I truly do think they’ll jump off a cliff if Lila says it’ll give them magical powers.

Alix: Excuse me?!

Jean: But, Marinette’s not any better.

Mireille: Although, if I were to be locked in a room with one of them or a bear… I’ll take the bear.

Marinette: *Gasps*

Marc: “Lila’s being mean, poor me! My best friends don’t believe me! Everyone should believe me! It’s not fair! I’m perfect! Waah!”

Cosette: *Snickers* Marc! That is a dead-on Marinette impression!

Zoé: You really capture her whining.

Marc: No, Lila whines, Marinette throws a pity party.

Simon: Pathetic.

Science Kids: *Laughing*

Simon: Ah, what else? Uh… Can I just say I dislike them as a whole? Separately, they’re fine, minus Chloé and Marinette? But, together? It is just way too much.

Lacey: Oh, valid. When they’re all together in a group, you just know shit’s gonna hit the fan. I stay close to home in case there’s an Akuma. ‘Cause-

Jean/Lacey: They’re always causing Akumas!

Lacey: He gets it!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #akuma class #science kids #mlb ocs #Aurore Béaureal #mireille caquet #Marc anciel #Zoé Lee #answered ask #ask me stuff

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mariamakeslemons · 5 months ago

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Chapter 7 (Turned into a Frog and Crushed)

TW: pseudo-animal death

It's always fun to use tried and true magic tropes. Especially to kill a certain Austrian.

Gaz may or may not be sulking in the rec room right now, arms crossed and pout on his face. Soap, however, is absolutely taking the piss out of him.

“It’s okay,” the Scotsman coos mockingly, “Ye don’ need tae see yer love e’ery day.”

“Fuck off with that,” Gaz grouses, pouting harder at the wall. You told him about Ostara coming up and how busy the shop can get.

“I love you, but I need to focus on work before Ostara. Once we’ve passed it, I’ll take you out on a date. Wherever you want to go, I’ll go.” He didn’t necessarily want that promise, but the foot traffic in your shop was picking up already and you were obviously needed by the customers shopping. So, he accepted Price’s new hat (“His name is Price?!” “Yeah, what did you think it was?” “Captain.”) from you and left back to Base. So, here he is, maybe pouting, as he waits for something to happen.

“Wut’s your problem?” Ghost asks, leaning on the back of the sofa Gaz is currently laying on.

“He’s pou’in’ ‘cause he cannae see his bonnie witch,” Soap immediately rats out, yelping when Gaz flings a pillow at the Scots’ head. Ghost just watches as his boyfriend drops from the “attack”, humming while sipping from a water bottle.

“Why can’ you see ‘em?” Ghost asks, acting polite. Gaz immediately feels tomfoolery happening, looking up at Ghost warily.

“…They’re busy with the upcoming holiday,” Gaz eventually answers.

“Pussy,” Ghost immediately states, dodging the second pillow Gaz throws.

“Gaz, pick ‘em up,” Price sighs upon stepping into the room and seeing the pillows on the floor.

“Yes sir,” he groans, rolling off the couch and onto his feet. Picking up one, Gaz yelps and falls over when a sudden burst of smoke appeared beside him.

“Young Kyle, I need your assistance,” Prometheus declares, holding tightly onto a goliath bullfrog as a white cat lounges on his shoulders. The old man explains, “I fear we must act soon if Child is to recover their magic at all.”

“What do you mean?” Gaz asks weakly as Ghost, Price, and Soap all point guns at the old witch.

“Who are you?” Price growls, narrowing his eyes at the old witch. The white cat turns its head to look at Price, blinking once. Its eyes change from that of a feline to uncomfortably human.

“Do not speak to my beloved like that, Jonathan Price,” the cat hisses in the voice of an older man. Without looking, Prometheus taps the cat’s head.

“Merlin, please stop using Allan as a telephone,” he scolds as Gaz chokes. Price drops his gun, obviously thrown at the talking cat and the use of the name of the legendary Wizard. The cat huffs before blinking again, its eyes appearing like a normal cat’s once more. It settles back on his shoulder and watches as Prometheus turns and bows toward Price.

“I do apologize for my rudeness, but I need the help of my apprentice’s soulmate to break the Bond that has been placed on them,” he explains. Soap and Ghost lower their guns as well, looking between Gaz, Prometheus, and Price.

“There’s a way t’ do that!?” Gaz asks excitedly.

“Who are y’ talkin’ about?” Price asks with a frown. Gaz jumps and offers a sheepish grin while Prometheus blinks, as if just realizing the others are still in the room.

“My apologies again,” the old witch offers, “I go by the name of Prometheus, and I am the Child’s teacher. I believe you recently helped them with recovering a certain fool’s body from an extremely dangerous creature.” Gaz sees when everything clicks in his team’s head, as Ghost and Soap relax a little while Price leans forward.

“So, there’s a way to sever the Bond that König forced on them?” their captain asks, crossing his arms.

“Indeed,” Prometheus says, even as the frog in his hand starts croaking loudly, “It will be slightly difficult, however, it is possible with my help along with their cooperation.” He gives the frog a slight squeeze, causing the frog to let out an almost yelp noise, “And, as the bastard that Bound them is not a magician in any sense of the word, it won’t matter if he knows or not.”

“…Wait,” Ghost pauses, before looking purposefully at the bullfrog. Said frog goes very still, seeming to make eye contact with Ghost, before letting out a rapid, terrified series of croaks when Ghost grabs the thing.

“This him,” he states, waving around the obviously distressed frog.

“Of course it is,” Prometheus admits unapologetically, “He’s the bastard that has been stealing magic he can’t even use from my apprentice. Being turned into a frog is the least of his worries.”

“Wait, stealin’ magic?” Soap pipes in, “How’s ‘e able tae do tha’?” Prometheus waves his hand holding said frog, uncaring of the trauma he’s obviously putting König through.

“That is admittedly another thing I wish to ask your help with,” the old man says, “Humans should not be able to take magic, in its purest form, from any magician of any kind. It should convert into energy that the body uses, usually as an accelerate when healing. However, he is somehow pulling the magic from Child without changing it into something he can use.”

“Wut,” Ghost growls, storming over to grab the frog from the witch and lifting him even higher, “Wut did y’ fuckin’ do?”

“Easy, Ghost,” Price tries to soothe, although it’s obvious that he’s not really trying. Honestly, Gaz doesn’t want Ghost calmed, not with the other man’s reaction.

“Capt’n, there’s only a handful ‘f ways f’r magic t’ be stolen. All ‘f them are dangerous t’ the magician ‘n’ illegal in 97% ‘f th’ world. This fuck’s in part of th’ 97%,” Ghost growls, looking like he’s about to slam the frog onto the ground.

“Killin’ ‘m in’nit gonna do shite, Si,” Soap pipes in, “It’s pro’ly gonna get mor’ magic pulled from Gaz’s bonnie.” Ghost hesitates before lowering his hand with a growl. The Austrian takes advantage of the lower height, leaping out of Ghost’s hand to flee to some corner of the room. Prometheus watches with disdain as his familiar hops off his shoulder, stalking the frog around the room.

“Loath as I am to ask, especially with your reaction,” Prometheus begins, “I am curious. How do you know there are such ways?” Ghost freezes, before slowly turning to glare at the old man.

“Fucker tried t’ use me t’ summon a demon,” he growls, “Needed magic from somewhere.” Gaz flinches at that confession, while Prometheus purses his lips. The old witch bows deeply to Ghost.

“I find I must apologize once again,” the old man offers, “For causing you pain, I offer a favor at your disposal.” Ghost clicks his tongue and turns away, focusing more on Soap, who had come over to comfort Ghost. Turning away to offer the couple some privacy, Prometheus requests to Price and Gaz, “I will need to ask that Kyle do a few things, nothing that will injure him, but must be done to entice their magic to want to Bond with him over the frog’s.”

“What’s ‘e need to do?” Price asks, crossing his arms while Gaz glances over at Ghost and Soap worriedly. Luckily, it seems that Ghost is calming down, so Gaz turns back to listen to Prometheus.

“He needs to soak with a few herbs. Basil, catnip, jasmine, lavender, red clover and sweetpea, specifically. It will enhance the natural attraction between soulmates, despite how it will smell,” Prometheus explains as both Gaz and Price wince at the thought of how he’ll smell after soaking. He assures them, “He only needs to soak in those herbs for ten minutes through the week. After soaking, he can shower it off, but it must be ten minutes at least.”

“Got it,” Gaz agrees easily. Prometheus pulls out a bracelet with alternating red crystals hanging from the silver chain.

“You will have to wear this as well,” the old witch instructs, “These are rubies and red fire quartz. It will help the attraction amplify to catch their magic enough to easily shift the Bond to you.”

“What about the Bond they already have with the bastard?” Price asks before there is a loud squishing sound. Spinning around, Gaz sees Ghost staring down at his boot, a cold look in his eye while Soap looks done with his boyfriend.

“Did you just step on the idiot and squish him?” Price asks with a groan.

“…Maybe,” Ghost says, dodging the question without being insubordinate.

“‘E did,” Soap immediately throws him under the bus. Gaz can’t help but snort as Ghost turns and pulls Soap into a headlock. Prometheus sighs and pulls out a small 4 ounce mason jar.

“Do not worry,” the witch assures them, idly unscrewing the mason jar’s lid, “I prepared for this.” As soon as the lid is removed, there’s a sudden sucking noise that makes all of the task force tense. He returns the lid on top of the jar, and a tiny looking König appears in the jar.

“Is that his soul?” Gaz asks, taking a step forward to get a better look. The now-tiny man flips him off, basically confirming that it is König’s soul.

“Unfortunately,” Prometheus sighs, “However, this will allow me to revive him instead of forcing my poor apprentice to do it and give up more magic to this useless walking piss stream.” Gaz chokes at that description, hearing Soap cackle gleefully while Ghost snorts. Price clears his throat, obviously fighting back his own laughter, before turning to the old man.

“Is there anything else you need us to do?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“Just have Kyle soak and keep the bracelet on for a week,” Prometheus instructs, glaring down at the jar before giving it a rather hard shake. The Austrian was likely cursing up a storm in that tiny jar, flopping all over the place. Once sure the bastard was properly abused, Prometheus flicks his fingers at the smear. The frog body is remade, but left empty as the old man scoops the body up.

“I will visit in one weeks time,” he declares, “Do as I say, and we shall be able to break the Bond your enemy has forced upon Child.”

“Got it,” Gaz acknowledges, watching as the old witch nods back and vanishes from the rec room with another burst of smoke. The task force stand in silence, mulling over the strange experience, but feeling lighter. This personal mission is almost done, the light at the end of the tunnel is near.

Poor Private Roach comes in and leaps in shock at the sight of the four of them with cruel grins on their faces.

#my work #king killer challenge #To the Victor the Crown #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #original male character #implied Ghoap

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dragonfly0808 · 2 years ago

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The Heathers Soundtrack Essay: You Only Have Yourselves to Blame for This

(I may not be wording this as well as I’d like cause I’m sick as fuck and I’m not sure I’m thinking very clearly but I’ll try to be cohesive)

Beautiful

So, Beautiful is such a good start to our story. It’s an 8 minute track but not a second of it feels unnecessary or boring. This is a perfect track not just to set the scene and the mood of Veronica’s high school and the people there, but it also does a great job at introducing almost every single important character in this musical.

For Veronica I personally get the vibe of someone who used to be, and may still want to be positive but has just been worn down by the cruelty of not ‘fitting in’ and being deemed an outcast. (As someone who was bullied for years for the stupidest reasons ever -being short and reading- I really feel every lyric from Veronica.) Veronica in this song tells us, we used to be so beautiful as children when we were innocent and we didn’t buy into steroetypes and stupid societal hierarchies, why can’t we go back to that? I am pissed that we can’t go back to that. I want to burn this place down because of all the pain I’ve been given for no real reason. At the end of the song, she seems to regain some of her hope and positivity at the chance of being one of the Heathers.

Martha feels like she’s trying to cling to her positivity. Like someone who indulges in the fantastical for some good old’ escapism (‘I’m a sucker for a happy ending’) she just gives me barely-holding-on vibes from what few lines she has here.

Kurt and Ram, I’ll only say, they’re asses and they sell it.

The moment when they’re all singing and lines overlap with each other is beautiful. Like, everyone is struggling in different ways, even if not everyone shows it.

Then… the Heathers. They’re moment in the bathroom perfectly sets each one of them up. Heather McNamara as the ‘softest’ of the Heathers and the most insecure as well as maybe a tiny bit ditzy. Her intro sets her up perfectly but also, later on we’ll see just how many layers she has.

Heather Duke, she cares ever so slightly about McNamara but is a bitch to Veronica, snapping at her for no real reason.

And of course… Heather Chandler, the icon. She’s just bitchy but in an almost classy way that I can’t really describe and I love her.

Also, quick note on the bathroom scene: I find it interesting the way the teacher, Miss Flemming speaks in this scene. Like, she’s almost giddy to have an excuse to put the Heathers in detention and very clearly doesn’t give a single flying shit about McNamara throwing up and in fact makes it a joke ‘Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell over all the vomiting-‘. That to me could be a nod to those teachers who just make high school/school in general worse than it has to be. Teachers that target specific students or that try and make themselves feel superior in weird ways. You know which ones I’m talking about.

Right now, I have a specific teacher that loves to embarrass students and it’s really fucking draining.

But yeah, Beautiful to me may be my favorite intro track to a Musical. It just works so well, I love it!

200/100

Candy Store

Do I have to say anything about this song? Come on, we all love it. It embodies the Heathers, especially Chandler perfectly. Heather Chandler is a grade A bitch. She’s unapologetic and she doesn’t really seem to have a conciense and if it is it is tied to a chair and gagged. Like, I think Heather Chandler would either never really see the error of her way (more accurately, she does know it’s wrong but she just never cares) or she gets to a point in which she realizes that she’s a bad person and tries to change for the better. But that obviously will never happen for her character so she’s stuck in this place in time/in her life when she truly did not give a single flying shit about anything or anyone. And that’s what truly allows her to shine.

Heather Chandler isn’t supposed to be a tragic character, that’s what Candy Store represents to me, she’s horrible and doesn’t care about even her closest friends. But she’s forced into being a tragic character with a sob story by Veronica and JD later in the story. And it’s this fake narrative that changes how everyone looks at her.

In the song we also see a bit of the dynamic between the Heathers. Like how Duke seems to want the spotlight but is literally shoved back by Chandler. How McNamara mostly goes along with everything but also her line ‘if she had your shot, she would leave you to rot’ gives me teeny tiny projection vibes from her.

250/100

Fight For Me

I love this song. It’s so… it’s almost corny and cheesy but in the best way possible.

I don’t have much to say other than listening to this with headphones truly just transports you to another world, you really get into it and it’s awesome.

(Though I will never forget that time it came up on shuffle during a car ride and my mom just kinda stared at me cause, the beginning is literally just ‘Holy shit’ x 20)

95/100

Freeze Your Brain

I love JD so much… his songs may be my fave…

Freeze Your Brain is just so amazing, it gives you a lot of insight not just into his character but also his mindset at the moment.

He’s just kinda given up in a way, why bother with making bonds with other people if he’s going to have to leave eventually?

He’s almost drifting through life, untethered to anything or anyone with no real purpose. At this point, he’s still a frozen lake.

He doesn’t see the point but he still doesn’t want to straight up die. So he does the best that he can to not feel the emptiness and pain inside this. ‘Happiness comes when everything numbs, who needs cocaine?’

And of course, the best line (and my fave) in the song:

‘And when the voice in your head says you’re better off dead, don’t open a vein! Freeze your brain.’ This is also the only moment in which we see his shield crack a bit, his voice changes, and we hear a tiny bit of the pain within him when he hits the high note.

200/100

Big Fun

Kurt and Ram are assholes, Veronica is way in over her head, Martha is too pure for this world, Duke is berated by Chandler and Heather Chandler is a menace to society.

What’s new?

Also, ‘There’s no alcohol in this, are you trying to poison me?’ Made me laugh way more than it should have.

And, ‘Showing up here took some guts, time to rip them out’ … Heather?! What the fuck?! She’s an absolute menace and I love it. STEP ON ME!

Just a fun song to reinforce what we already know about the characters and to exaggerate the high school experience.

90/100

Dead Girl Walking

…she’s an icon. We know her, we love her. She’s a legend.

A bop to lose one’s viriginity to (I’m Ace DO NOT take that seriously)

But in all seriousness I love this song. Veronica is just spiraling and truly decides ‘fuck it’ and goes to JD’s house.

‘So the world’s unfair keep it locked out there. In here it’s beautiful. Let’s make this beautiful’. These are two outsiders, two ‘others’ finding comfort in each other.

I think this: ‘I know it’s cause you’re beautiful, you say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree.’ Is when JD truly falls for Veronica, I think he was always attracted to her but I think this was his …oh moment.

Aside from deepening their relationship and being (in my opinion) the moment they both truly fall in love it’s just loads of fun and a bop.

250/100

The Me Inside of Me

This is when the chaos truly begins.

Veronica and JD accidentally kill Heather Chandler and now they want to make it seem like a suicide. So Veronica fakes a suicide letter.

I… love this song. Honestly more because of the… almost critisism of society than the actual song ajajjajaa

So, as I said earlier Heather Chandler isn’t really presented as a tragic or misunderstood character. But that’s exactly what she becomes when Veronica literally manipulates her narrative in the suicide note.

Now, Heather Chandler is suddenly this misunderstood girl that no one truly saw. She’s more of a concept for people to project their own pain and fears on to.

The teachers that thought she was the devil all of a sudden are saying ‘Oh, we just misjudged her. This is the loveliest suicide note I’ve ever read’.

She almost becomes a spectacle (which Heather herself seems to love ‘I’m bigger than John Lennon!’). All of a sudden everyone cares when before, everyone hated her.

Then there’s the line ‘Heather would be so proud of you!’ Which just makes me feel icky in the best way possible cause like… how the fuck would you know that? You are the one who said Heather was misjudged and never thought much of her but one read of the suicide note and you know her mindset?

Idk if I’m explaining myself all that well but let’s just say that I love how almost ironic this is and how everyone seems to see Heather as a martyr and someone to project their own feelings on to. Especially since we only really get the reactions of outsiders, not the Heathers or her parents who actually knew her and were (supposedly) close to her.

They only see her as someone who just maybe may have needed help after her death.

I just love it

200/100

Blue

This will be short. I’ll just say that this song had no right to be that fucking hilarious. You could take almost any lyric of this song out of context and it’d still be either hilarious or absolutely stump you.

Like, first time listening you’re just like… what the actual fuck is happening? Third time you’re screaming along cause you just can’t not do it.

100/100

Our Love is God

Welp, this is the start of JD’s unhinged arc…

First off we just have gorgeous, gorgeous vocals and I just die at the final high note every single time ugh!

Now. First part of the song (pre Kurt and Ram showing up) is beautiful.

It shows what we already know to be true. That deep down both Veronica and JD are incredibly vulnerable kids who just want someone to lean on. Someone to say ‘You’re not alone’, someone to understand not just the pain, but the rage that can come from years of being picked on, of being alone.

‘Are you okay?’ ‘I was alone. I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake see now I’m crying to.’ SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

We also get a tiny peek, a hint at what will happen later in the song from the very start ‘They made you cry. But that will end tonight. You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world. Go on and cry. But when the morning comes, we’ll burn it down and then we’ll build the world again.’ We already know that JD is depressive and maybe even suicidal. We know that he’s kinda given up on life and is just drifting through. Then he meets Veronica, who dissolves the numbness.

Of course she’s gonna be important to him and he’s going to be pissed when she’s hurt… but we don’t realize just how far JD is willing to go until later on.

Then… Kurt and Ram show up at the cemetery and what Veronica believes to be a prank… ends up being real.

She watches JD kill both of them and slowly realizes that, ‘I worship you’ ‘We’re what killed the dinosaurs, we’re the asteroid that’s overdue’ ‘they died because God said they must, the new world needed room for me and you’. Meant something a little different to JD than what it meant to her.

I think the last part of the song can be summed up by ‘And it was at this moment she knew, she fucked up.’

350/100

My Dead Gay Son

Another song more on the comedy side, I love it. Now, while Kurt and Ram also become a spectacle, this one is least about them than it is about why they supposedly died.

Are there a lot of stereotypes in this song? Yes, but it’s set in the 80’s and also it’s comedic so I pass it.

But there are also a few genuien moments that… not gonna lie get me sometimes. I really love the way that the dad’s are truly like, you know what? I don’t care that my son was gay, he should’ve been able to have a good life and that’s what I want the world to know.

Also, ‘Go forth and love each other now like our boys would’ve done’… ouch.

200/100

Seventeen

…I am just… *screams*

While my fave track changes every 5 seconds, Seventeen is probably my most listened to track. It’s just so beautiful.

From the very first lines of ‘Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged. But that does not make us wise.’ I knew this song was gonna wreck me. And man did it wreck me.

This is just, Veronica imploring JD to not go down this dark path anymore.

This song is, I don’t want glory or a legendary life, I just want a normal life. I just want to be able to take a walk around the park and eat ice cream with you. Why can’t we have that?

I love the concept of Veronica being like, I thought my pain and trauma made me want to strike a match and set this dumb ablaze but now I realize that I just want a normal, soft life. With JD.

Also, the fact that JD doesn’t sing until the, ‘People hurt us.’ ‘Or they vanish.’ Hurts me in ways that I can’t quite explain.

And JD is really willing to try, he wants Veronica. A part of him wants revenge and pain but a part of him also wants that soft life. To be seventeen with her.

‘If you could let me in, I could be good with you’. I feel like that line sums up Veronica and JD so well and it hurts. If you could just let down your walls, show me who you are and I know that we could be so good together, that we could help each other so much. Ugh.

And then… the outro.

‘Yeah we’re damaged.’ ‘Badly damaged.’ But your love’s too good to lose. ‘Hold me tighter.’ ‘Even closer.’ ‘I’ll stay if I’m what you choose, cause you’re the one I choose’.

…Murder me right now that would hurt less.

This song is just too much!!!

400/100

Shine a Light

I think this one is a really fun song with an actual pretty good message. You know, ‘Why not shine a light on your biggest fears? If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day! Shine and your scars and your flaws will look lovely because you shine, you shine a light!’

I have so much fun every single time this song plays, it’s just really upbeat and I love it.

Also, Idk why I always picture Veronica and JD just trading glances and smiles during this song and it makes me want to cry.

Also also, Pauline’s part slayed.

120/100

Lifeboat

…so… this is when Heather McNamara’s mask fully breaks and we see just how vulnerable and scared she is.

Every line of this song is just… wow. (Fun fact: My theater group back in high school was going to put on a Heathers musical despite none of us being able to sing and I was going to audition for Heather McNamara cause I really wanted to do this song but then… fucking pandemic ruined everything)

This song to me is one of the ultimate break-down-moment-song. You can truly feel Heather’s pain and panic and fear. She’s trapped in this role, has to play it to perfection or she knows that she’ll be replaced or left behind in an instant. She knows that Chandler never cared about her and would’ve had no problem kicking her to the curb. She knows that she can’t let people in without being torn down.

‘Everyone’s pushing, everyone’s fighting. Storms are approaching, there’s nowhere to hide. If I say the wrong thing, or I wear the wrong outfit, they’ll throw me right over the side!’ …I couldn’t even process this the first time I heard it.

I just love this song. In less than 2 minutes we get so much context and depth for Heather McNamara. I feel like McNamara at least to me is the most tragic character in this musical before Veronica joins the Heathers.

350/100 Will make you cry

Shine a Light (Reprise)

This song is… panic. That’s all I really have to say. This song is panic.

100/100

Kindergarten Boyfriend

This is definetely my least listened to song but I listened to it the other day and I wanted to slap myself cause like, why don’t I listen to this more often?

Along with McNamara, Martha is the other tragic character even before the story begins. (Though of course JD is THE tragic character of Heathers).

Martha is lonely and probably depressed, just really good at hiding it. Her best friend stabs her in the back to join the popular kids and she learns that her crush never liked her and was gay (or at least she believes that).

She looks back at the days before the kids learned about the ‘ideal man/woman’ before they started to care about that shit, when they were just kids. ‘Then he woke up.’ NO SWEETIE.

‘Now we’re all grown up and we know better… Certain boys are just for kindergarten. Certain girls are meant to be alone.’ Fuck me.

But yeah… this song in underrated and deserves more cause fuck is it sad.

200/100

Yo Girl

This one is just so much fun. And we get to see Chandler shine again.

‘Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note.’ Veronica horrified: ‘Oh my god is she dead?’ Mythic bitch Heather: ‘Just some broken bones! Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably’

I love Heather so much.

And Veronica sees just how much this whole situation has snowballed. She feels so bad and regrets so much.

‘You’ve earned that red scrunchie, come join Heather in hell’ have me chills.

And of course, this sets us up for another JD song…

90/100

Meant to be Yours

I think you already know what I’m going to say about this one… VERONICA open the- open the door please-

I’m getting ahead of myself…

This is when we truly get to see JD become just absolutely unhinged. He goes a little crazy… and it’s amazing, I love it.

JD has slowly descended into madness. I think he loved having control for once in his life. Having the power to control the narrative of other people’s life for, what he thinks to be for the better.

He truly believes that killing everyone in the high school will make things better. And he wants Veronica by his side to do it ‘Bring marshmallows we’ll make s’more, we can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!’

Because their love is god. Their love can change the world. And maybe it could have in another life if they’d taken very different paths. If he’d become the lawyer he teased Veronica she’d marry someday.

But that’s not what happened.

Instead JD wants to take out all the pain he’s felt and tried to keep numb for so long. And he’s going to take it out on the people that hurt Veronica and made her feel excluded for so long.

He thinks he found the cure for the both of them, what will make them both better. And he’s desperate to have her by his side once more, ‘They made you blind messed up your mind but I can set you free’ ‘Finish what we begun’ ‘I am all that you need’.

And the best… ‘You carved open my heart! Can’t just leave me to bleed- VERONICA! Open the, open the door’ … ‘Veronica, sure, you’re scared I’ve been there I can set you free! Veronica don’t make me come in there. I’m gonna count to three! One, two- Fuck it!’

And then… he thinks Veronica, the only person he can trust, the only thing that’s right about this broken world, the person that he needs to go through with his plan… is dead. And it fully shatters him.

He needed her for the plan, but now that she’s gone, he’ll still pull through.

500/100

Dead Girl Walking (Reprise)

Veronica knows that she may be in a way responsible for JD becoming unhinged. But she’s going to make things right.

But, even as she faces him down and tells him to stop… she still loves him. She doesn’t know how this night will end. But she knows that she doesn’t want a tragic ending. She wants a soft story… but that’s not what she gets…

‘I wish your mom had been a little stronger. I wish she stayed around a little longer. I wish your dad were good, I wish grownups understood. I wish we met before they convinced you life is war. I wish you’d come with me!’

But JD has made his choice, ‘I wish I had more TNT.’

And to me ‘I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war’ is the most painful line in this song… maybe in my top 5 lines of the entire musical. To me this line is kind of like, Our what if will always haunt me.

Because truly, what would have happened then? Would they have gotten their soft epilogue? We’ll never know.

300/100

I Am Damaged

Veronica said she chose JD in Seventeen. Here… JD choses Veronica. To make sure that she is safe.

He realizes that his ideas were wrong. That they’re both damaged… that’s he’s far too damaged. But he can see that Veronica isn’t. That she could still have a soft life… a happy ending. Even if he isn’t a part of it.

So he tells her to step back, to let him try and correct at least a little of what he did.

‘Hope you miss me, wish you’d kiss me’ … ‘And once I disappear, clean up the mess down here!’

And while he sings we hear Veronica pleading in the background, ‘Not this way.’ She doesn’t want to lose him. Even after everything.

250/100

Seventeen (Reprise)

Veronica is done. She has watched enough pain and suffering at the hands of stupid ideologies. She puts her foot down. Listen to me, we are done. We’ll lay our weapons down. Because at the end of the day all of us are scared and freaks in one way or the other.

And what’s important is they stick together with the people that matter.

When Martha asks her ‘Are there any happy endings?’

Veronica doesn’t know. But she does know that right now, she just wants to be Martha’s friend. To make up for everything. She just wants to be seventeen. She wants to be a teenager.

Maybe that will be enough for now.

And then… ‘If no one loves me now, someday somebody will’ because ouch. Because it’s true. Sometimes we’re alone. But sometimes isn’t forever.

(Has nothing to do with anything but I headcannon that McNamara joins Martha and Veronica and they form their own little trio cause that line ^ is all them)

Because at the end of the day, they’re teenagers. They still have time to find love. To love and to be loved. ‘Still time to make things right. One day, we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight!’

‘Act like we’re all still kids, cause this could be our final chance!’

Seventeen (Reprise) is about… we still have time. So let’s make the most of it. Let’s let go, have fun. Let’s change for the better.

Let’s make things beautiful once more.

500/100

Ooooooffff hope you liked that cause this was a lot… but it was a lot of fun!

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despair-to-future-arcs · 2 months ago

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Hinako’s pretty coy, I’ll give her that.

Yeah, I mean looking back; she always seem to act pretty cunning and intelligent. In fact, she tends to get more attention and has it way too easy that it piss me off; I had a feeling she was faking it.

It does seem so, but it seems she brought up that between you and her, you be a better fit at Hope's Peak Academy, correct?

Well duh, what do you expect? Lots of kids talk about Hope's Peak Academy, it's the one school that promises success for life so lots of kids aim for it. Which then I got my acceptance letter; you see on that day, my dad had sometime off work he promise to celebrate my birthday and even have March off so we can spend time together, so they visited then one of the hand maidens came over with a letter directed to me.

...

Date: Febuary 20th, 2010

Yaaay, daddy is here! I can't believe you were able to get off of work, and you get you celebrate my birthday!

Yeah, finally I was able to make sometime for you, I'm happy to hear.

Say, Maiko - did you tell your mom that we are taking Hiyoko out for her birthday?

Well I was going to, I know she doesn't like using the phone much but I know I do need to get permission from her so let's go see her.

Knowing her, she likely won't trust as usual so don't be surprise if she says no...

Hmph, of course she would; given how much of a pushover you can be.

Anyway, we should ask her.

*As the 3 walk in, a hand maiden was speaking with Izumi as she held a letter*

I see... so this thing arrive in the mail, why am I not surprise...

HAND MAIDEN: Well as say, this is directed to the young mistress, we should probably give it to her, correct?

Very well but I'm going to take care of this. Oh speaking of which here they are, Hiyoko - seems there's some mail for you.

Mail? I got some mail, is it fan mail...? *Hiyoko walks over and opens it was a Hope's Peak Acceptance Letter*

Wa-Wait, that's... that's a Hope's Peak Acceptance Letter...?! Hiyoko got one?

Wait, it is? That's what a Hope's Peak Acceptance Letter is...?

Ye-Yeah that's what it looks like, your mother got one before and now you got one!

Wait, seriously?! No way, I get to finally attend Hope's Peak Academy!

Yaaaaay, I get to go to Hope's Peak! I get to go to Hope's Peak! I get to-.

Which of course you aren't going young lady.

Huh?! What the hell, grandma... why can't I go?!

Yeah Izumi, look - you seen how hard Hiyoko's work for this, didn't you? I feel she should be able to attend.

And you see what happen to that failure of a daughter of mine; the fact her business came crashing down all because she was arrogant enough to think she can attend Hope's Peak which she never attended college because she thought she needed Hope's Peak and is now working at a part time job at some clothes store that's unremarkable, if anything I rather not send Hiyoko to that accursed school due to how this failure turn out.

...

C-C'mon grandma, I wo-worked really hard at being your heir compare to the waste of air and your telling me not to go?

Yes I am, given that school has cause nothing but trouble; I don't think sending you there would be a good idea and I know how your going to get. I know how that school is and trust me, it's not the type of environment that would help you grow or change like you think; it's quite competitive and even then. I don't think any of the teachers would be able to help you grow as a person so I'm not allow it.

Hmph, like as if your any better you old hag...

What did you say...?

I want to go to Hope's Peak Academy, hell if anything I think your the one that's holding this clan back and thinking you know everything when in reality you don't; you always have control over my life and you never let me choose, if anyone doesn't want me to grow or change it's you!

I hate you, I hope you die off on hangnail you good for nothing old bitch! I wanna go and you aren't gonna stop me!

*Hiyoko ran off*

Hi-Hiyoko get back here, we aren't don-!

*SLAM!!!*

'My grandma didn't agree and wanted to reject for me, it wasn't fair; she always control my life and just choose for me; I mean, she couldn't even allow me to see my parents...it frustrated me...'

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #ds:rw #despair side: re write #ds ep 11 #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #hiyoko saionji #nagi nanami #kohaku saionji #maiko saionji #izumi saionji #anonymous

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sl-newsie · 10 months ago

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Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 12: Decline Defeat

Dreaming can sometimes be too real. So realistic that you almost think it’s not a dream. This dream is almost too good to be true. I’m walking along a sandy beach, watching an amber sun sink below the horizon. I’ve had this vision reoccur once or twice before. The only difference is that I see something in the corner of my eye-

“Rise and shine.”

My eyes snap open and I nearly jump out of bed, causing Q to flinch away.

“Sorry for the scare but it’s time to go, 0011.”

I try to rub the drowsiness from my eyes. “Shame. I was having such a nice rest. How did you sleep?”

“Quite good, actually,” Q talks as he moves over to grab a mug from the counter. “I woke up around an hour ago and had time to rinse off, dress, and fix myself some-”

“Earl Gray tea,” I finish with a smirk. “Of course. So what’s the plan?”

“We get home as quickly as possible. Hopefully Bond can find something to convince M to shut down Nine Eyes, but for now we have to lay low from C.”

Our return flight is slightly less tense than yesterday’s. Q still grips my hand for dear life but this time his breathing is less heavy. During the train ride back I keep having a nagging feeling that we’re being watched; however whenever I search the surrounding train cars I come up empty.

“Now I’m going to tell you to relax.” Q puts away his laptop and pulls out a small box. “Come on, chin up. I’m going to teach you how to play hearts.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ve been playing with people’s hearts for years, whether it be manipulating them or stabbing them.”

Q huffs. “I mean the card game. Now shut up and pay attention…”

I must say that my Quartermaster is a very skilled teacher. He instructs me about the rules of hearts as if he were demonstrating a new gadget. Every once in a while he helps me reposition my cards to organize them properly, and I still can’t ignore the way he stiffens up. After a few rounds I start to get the hang of this game and it shows.

“Normally you play with 4 people.” Q tilts his head in surprise. “From the looks of it I say you’re a fast learner. No doubt Bond taught his old partner a few tricks.”

I laugh dryly. “Hm. Yes. If he ever gets time away from pissing off M or meeting up with a new date every week then maybe I’ll suggest a game night.” There’s a deeper emotion to my statement and Q knows it. “Don’t get me wrong, he was a great mentor.” I fidget with a stray ace of diamonds. “He will only see me as an emotional trainee, nothing else.”

Q looks up from his hand of cards. “He talks about you, you know. He does respect you.”

“Bond and I respect each other as 00 agents, not colleagues. He’s more of a mentor than the father figure I once pictured him as.”

By now the train’s returned to London and I give a thousand grateful prayers that my bike is still hidden where I left it. This time when Q sits behind me he seems more prepared for riding a motorcycle; however he still clenches up when I rev the engine.

“Enjoy your creation, Quartermaster.”

He gives a nervous laugh as we approach the CNS building. “I’ll enjoy it when my heart isn’t bursting from my chest. Just get me to the lab in one piece, please.”

“If you insist.”

I drive down the back road that leads straight to the docks near Q’s lab. I look around expecting to find M waiting to scold us but he’s nowhere to be found. Where would he-?

“Ah! Hello, Q.”

I look behind to see a brown-haired man in a dark suit approaching. I’m guessing from the sudden anxious look Q gets that he must be C.

“I was just talking to M about some of your new devices. And-” He looks over to me and I distrust him immediately. The fake smile and scheming eyes are enough to make anyone doubt themselves. “You must be 0011. Pleasure to finally meet you in person!” He grabs my hand and shakes it firmly, though no feeling of respect is detected from it. “I’ve heard so much about your expertise. M speaks quite fondly of you, considering you’re one our youngest agents.” He pats my shoulder. “Don’t fret. I’m sure you’ll gain plenty more experience in time.”

I’ve only known this man for 30 seconds and I already want to punch his lights out. He has some nerve if he thinks he can-!

“With all due respect, sir,” Q interrupts my angry thoughts. “0011 is a very dedicated and skilled agent. Age is no guarantee of efficiency, but she pulls it off well. Don’t let her youth fool you.”

I stare at the man with a gaping mouth, while C passes Q’s comment off with a wave.

“Yes, of course. Now if you’ll excuse me I must head to another meeting. Oh, and do take care to stick around for when Nine Eyes goes live.”

I can tell that last remark is a poke at our recent absence. But I don’t care about that. Right now all that’s going through my head is Q’s statement.

“Did you just stand up for me?” I ask in disbelief.

Q tries to brush it off but I can tell he was being genuine. “Only because I can’t afford to break in a new 00 agent. If you’re fired then I’ll probably be stuck with some older wisecracker who’s even more stubborn than you.”

“Why, I’m flattered.” I gush sarcastically. “I’m touched that you would rather put up with me than whoever else replaces me.”

The geek rolls his eyes and continues on towards the lab. I start to follow him and then remember I’m supposed to be on duty.

“I think I’ll head to the gym for some training before M can yell at me.” I give Q a mock salute. “Keep me updated on Bond.”

The geek nods. “It’s been fun, 0011.”

With that he disappears back into his lab. I must say it has been a rather enjoyable 24 hours with him despite the current mishaps. Q’s actually a decent person outside the office- No. Keep your emotions out of the way, 0011. Bond’s right. I do care too much.

In order to shake my head clear I go straight to the shooting range and fire off 20 rounds, each more precise than the last. Then I top it off with a 5K jog and 10 reps of curls. Ironically, physical activity always calms me down. It’s now 5:30, almost quitting time-

“Oh! You’re still here!” Q comes running down the hall.

I hold up a hand to calm him down. “Steady, ace. What’s the hurry?”

“It’s Bond. He’s moved into Africa,” Q pants. “We need to speak to M. He’s at the Rules restaurant. Eve’s going to meet us there.”

My mind flashes back to the Nine Eyes program. “Let’s go.”

We rush to the garage and hop on my bike; as we speed through the late-night traffic I notice Q’s getting used to my driving. I park out front the surprisingly quiet building and we find Moneypenny waiting outside.

She offers a smile. “Welcome back, you two. How was Austria?”

“Very pleasant. Q actually enjoyed himself for a change. Are we all going in to talk to M?” Both colleagues nod. “Good. Let’s get this over with.”

Q opens the door to let us in. We spot M sitting alone at a back table, looking much more stressed.

“Evening sir,” Moneypenny approaches him. “Sorry to interrupt your supper but we have some news.”

Q gives a wave. “Good evening, sir. Using the smart blood I've tracked Bond to a point here in Africa.” He pulls out some papers containing satellite images. “Every other map registers it as an empty desert. But using this satellite blowup you can see this.” He points to a spot near a mountain range. “Sir, we know where he’s headed.”

He did it. Bond found SPECTRE’s hideout. Now we can send in a squad and put an end to this security thread once and for all-

“C is watching everything we do,” M speaks in a low tone. “We’re only giving him more information.”

Does this mean we do nothing? Just sit back while Bond does all the work to establish our safeguard?

I decide to speak up. “Sir, with all due respect-”

“I’ve got some more disturbing news, 0011.” M interrupts. “I’m afraid that the 00 program is going to be shut down.” He takes a deep sip of wine and sighs heavily. “C claims it’s the future now and that it’s unnecessary.”

I stare speechless as he takes another sip. After a few seconds I swallow and respond: “So… then what?”

“What do you mean?”

“My whole life has been building up to a career as a 00 agent. Are you just going to toss me to the curb? Sign me up for the British military?”

M stands up and begins walking out. Apparently we should all kiss the MI6 goodbye because without any secure intelligence system or 00 protection then we really are screwed.

“Sir, we can’t just desert Bond-” Q tries to argue.

“We have to. It will only make him weaker.”

“But sir we know where he is-”

“Exactly. And so can others. Delete all smart blood files. Everything.” M gives us all a look of struggling surrender. “He’s on his own.”

The defeated leader exits the restaurant, leaving us all gaping in disbelief. How can we be expected to comply with this ridiculous order?

I close my mouth and regather my thoughts. “We’re completely ignoring this, right?”

“Affirmative,” Moneypenny states without hesitation.

“Good good, you lot haven’t lost your senses.” I clap. “Let’s go!”

“We can go to my place,” Moneypenny offers. “I don’t have cameras so C can’t-”

“It won’t matter,” Q cuts her off as he and I mount the motorcycle again. “C will be able to have eyes and ears everywhere by the time Nine Eyes goes live in a few hours. If we all want to keep our jobs the best thing we can do now is delete the smart blood files like M instructed, as well as any other incriminating files that C can use against us.”

I hesitate before starting the engine, stopping to turn around and give him a confused frown. “So that’s it? We are giving up?”

“Not entirely. Hopefully Bond has gathered enough information and-”

“We don’t know if he’ll be back, Q,” Moneypenny says softly.

I nod. “Right. For all we know he’s captured or dead. Are there any other 00s who can help?”

Q shakes his head. “No. Everyone’s either off on an assignment or is being bribed or blackmailed to go along with the new initiative. We’re all that’s left, which isn’t much.”

That’s it, then. Everything I’ve trained for, all the violence I’ve survived, and my defeat is done through by my own employers. C knows I’m loyal to Bond, which means he’ll find a way to kill me or send me off where I’m never found to keep me quiet.

“We need to get going.” Q must sense my thoughts. “We need to delete whatever files we can. Moneypenny, you go home and we’ll be in contact.”

She nods. “What about you?”

“0011 and I will hide out at my place.”

This catches my interest. “You mean that?”

Q gives a serious nod. “Yes. My position as Quartermaster is enough for C to want to keep me alive, so he won’t try anything as long as you’re with me.”

Once again I must put my trust in Q’s judgment and hide out in his apartment. On a lighter tone another “sleepover” there doesn’t seem so bad. I rev up the engine and we wave goodbye to Moneypenny as I drive off.

“Have you found a proper apartment yet?” Q asks casually.

“Afraid not. Work’s been too busy, and I’ve grown quite fond of my current housing.”

“I see.”

We ride the rest of the way in silence. The familiar sight of Q’s apartment is a comfort; however when the geek walks up to unlock the ridiculously complicated security system I’m reminded of our current situation. Q’s cats must sense my uneasy nerves because they both run up to rub against my legs.

“They remember you,” Q comments.

“I hope Cricket is doing fine without me. He gets sad when he’s left alone.”

Q hangs up his coat and I swear I hear him mutter “that makes two of us,” but I don’t point it out. If Q wants to spend his time occupied by gadgets and cats I have no control over that.

“I’m afraid there’s not many leftovers in the fridge,” Q says as he examines the kitchen for food.

“It’s no problem, Q. I’m not that hungry. Besides, I already feel like I’m going to have to start keeping a tab for how often I’ve stayed here.”

“Nonsense,” Q dismisses it. “I’ve had worse houseguests.” Am I going mad or does Q actually want me to stay? “How does reheated casserole sound?”

I plop down at the kitchen table. “Anything you cook is delicious, Quartermaster. If only you could fight off C with your culinary skills as well as your tech genius.”

Q starts to laugh but then we both go silent at the sound of Q’s phone ringing. He takes it out and gives me an anxious look before answering; going off to talk in the back room and leaving me to pet his cats. For being a young agent I’ve certainly had enough life threats. First the scenario with Silva and now C’s trying to snake his way into everything. Soon I hear footsteps and Q returns to the kitchen.

“What’s the news?”

“That was M. “Q looks up and locks eyes with me. “Bond’s made contact.”

#quartermaster x reader #quartermaster #q x reader #james bond #daniel craig #ben whishaw #skyfall #spectre #no time to die #007 #james bond 007

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arysbruv · 2 years ago

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I didn’t mean it

Warnings and whatnots: ANGST. I love hate myself some Dadneto angst. I might do a part 2 but depends on the responses I get from this one.

People don’t expect that the Magneto was related to Peter Maximoff. They weren’t alike. Peter was a rambunctious kid who ran on impulse, while Magneto was a methodical man who thought through his actions. Even Peter himself was surprised at the revelation. He wasn’t sure that his father would quite believe him. Who would?

“Peter!”

Peter jolts up, looking up to see Erik staring daggers into him.

After everything, Erik decided to take up on his old friend’s offer. He stayed at the mansion, becoming the resident physic teacher. Much to Peter’s dismay. Peter wanted nothing more but to be as far as possible from him. Yet, for a man who can practically run anywhere, he never seemed to be able to run away from Erik. It started messing up his sleep schedule. He couldn’t sleep thinking about Erik and all the possible reactions to Peter telling him about their relationship. Would he be pissed? Overjoyed? Disgusted? He wouldn’t be surprised if Erik didn’t want to accept it. Erik didn’t seem to take any interest in him anyway. Peter was a handful and he was sure Erik didn’t want someone like him as a son. Still, he didn’t want to cause Erik to leave. Erik was loved by many in the mansion. It would be unfair for Peter to just shoo him away.

“Yes sir?” Peter asks uncertainly. He looks around, realising people were snickering at him. It was the third time this week he had fallen asleep in Erik’s class. Erik raises his eyebrow expectantly. Peter wanted nothing more but to run away.

The bell rings.

Peter sighs in relief as Erik announces that class was dismissed and that they were free to go. He quickly packs his things up.

“Not you Peter. I would like to have a word with you.”

Peter stands frozen, staring at his chemistry textbook. He didn’t dare raise his head, even when the last person left the class; leaving Erik and Peter alone in the room. Peter glances at the door. He could run out in time.

“If you’re thinking of running off, I’ve bolted the door shut.”

Peter stares in disbelief at Erik Lehnsherr. Erik’s face was unreadable.

“I’m… I’m sorry sir but I… I have to get to the lab,” Peter says.

“Sit down Peter. I’ll tell Professor McCoy you’ll be a bit late.”

Peter obeys hesitantly. Erik pulls a chair and sits in front of the silver-haired boy.

“Is everything alright Peter?” He asks. His voice surprisingly soft. Peter gulps.

“I’m fine,” Peter answers, faking a smile.

“Don’t lie to me Mr. Maximoff.”

“I’m not-“

“Peter I’ve seen your grades for physics from before my time here. They were amazing. Yet when I’m here, your grades have dropped. You’ve fallen asleep in my class thrice already, and that’s only this week.”

Peter gulps. How the hell was he going to say that he couldn’t focus due to the fact he was too busy worrying about what Erik would think of him? He glances at the window. He could jump from it, it wouldn’t be the first time. If he ran from the door and jumped, with his superspeed, he would be fine.

“Ever since i’ve gotten here, you have been avoiding me. You rarely talk to me after class and don’t think I don’t notice you immediately changing your route when you see me.”

“I-”

“You see me as a murderer don’t you?”

“No! No, of course not!” Peter shouts, surprising both himself and Erik.

“Don’t lie to me!” Erik answers back. “Why else would you avoid me like the plague!”

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t just assume what I think!”

Peter didn’t know where this anger came from. It was some deep and hidden fury that laid siege in his heart. It was like a dragon that had slumbered peacefully in him but had been awoken abruptly.

“I saved your life back there in the Pentagon! Did you forget that!”

“Oh come on we all know Charles and the others were the one who managed to convince you!”

“CAN YOU STOP MAKING ASSUMPTIONS!” The voice rings around the empty classroom. Peter clenches his fist, staring defiantly at Erik. Erik’s eyes widen, not expecting the sudden outrage coming from the young boy.

“Peter I-“

“NO- WHY DO YOU KEEP ASSUMING HOW I FEEL? I KEEP AVOIDING YOU? YOU NEVER TRY AND TALK TO ME. I’VE FALLEN ASLEEP SO MANY TIMES IN YOUR CLASS AND YET THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE ASKED ME WHY!”

“I… Peter what-“

“AND THATS ONLY BECAUSE OF CHARLES. I KNOW WHAT YOU CALL ME. A RAMBUNCTIOUS KID WHO RUNS ON IMPULSE!”

Erik’s eyes widen. How had he heard that? He remembered that conversation. He was talking to Charles in the garden. He didn’t know how but the topic of Peter Maximoff started. He didn’t know that Peter had heard that. He didn’t even mean it in a bad way. He liked the fact Peter was like that. It reminded him of his younger self. Was that why he felt a random gush of wind pass through the both of them after he had said that?

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY MY MOM DECIDED TO FALL FOR YOU! YOU’RE A TOTAL JERK!”

Peter didn’t realise the hot tears that had started to escape his eyes. He quickly gathers up his belongings. He slings his bag over his shoulder before walking his way to the door, tears rolling down his face. Erik was left speechless, opening the bolted door for Peter wordlessly.

Peter’s mom had fallen for him? Is that why he hadn’t been focusing in class? But how? He had never met the woman before? Hadn’t he?

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #peter maximoff angst #erik lehnsherr #magneto #erik lehnsherr angst #dadneto #dadneto angst #dadneto and quickson #quickson #quickson angst #xmen

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fleshbride · 1 year ago

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HARD TIMES. ─── ཐི Tell me a story about how it ends, where you’re still the good guy, I’ll make pretend. ‘Cause I hate this story, where happiness ends and dies with you. I thought good guys get to be happy, I'm not happy. I am poison in the water and unhappy. Little girl who needs her daddy real bad. ཋྀ

WILL ♱ smut, obviously. fluff, angst, comfort. CERTAIN dark content such as horror. platonic relationships. most kinks. dom! reader & sub character, and vice versa. all race & gender readers. different bodied readers. mentally ill readers, which might make more time to do proper research. AUs. nsfw + sfw alphabets. monster fucking.

WON’T ♱ incest / stepcest. ddlg. age play. scat / piss. extreme age gaps. anything that sexualizes and disrespects people’s religions. gore / vore. smut of characters that are under 18 in canon. master & slave. noncon + dubcon. teacher student, even in college.

BYF ♱ i am a 6teen year old who writes smut. boohoo. do not bash me for my age, simply dni with my content. don’t copy or plagiarize my writing. i do not write for you uncreative ass mfks to copy my shit. don’t rush me either. i’m a high school student with fluctuating mental health.

DNI ♱ if you’re a racist, transphobic, homophobic, any of the fuckin’ phobics, kinkshamer, send hate in anon like a pussy, sexist, an age shamer, or just an asshole in general. we’re literally here to be fuckin horny for fictional characters dawg.

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zaunrising · 11 months ago

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A man, punished.

Silco drabble with him punishing someone. I’m putting this under a cut because of blood, violence, torture, mind break, drug overdose, unwilling (mind break causes it) familial abuse (violence/death/murder), and suicide. Do what you will with that.

There were a number of ways to piss off Silco, but one of the quickest ways was betraying him. With how long he’d been in control of The Lanes, one would think people knew better, but judging from the whimpering man currently on the floor in front of Silco some people had forgotten. “All you had to do was not take the information you gained by working for me, and sell it to someone else. Disappointing. Truly. I expected better of you, but I suppose you need a reminder as to how important loyalty and self-control is.” Letting out a soft sigh, almost like a disappointed teacher, Silco shook his head.

The man on the floor had in fact sold information, and had spent the past couple of hours being beaten by Silco’s people. Silco himself hadn’t even shown up until perhaps fifteen minutes ago, having better things to do than be there the entire time, but he wasn’t going to miss the grand event. Glancing over to one of his runners, Silco waved a hand, nodding towards a nearby door. “Go ahead.” On the floor, there was a quiet little sobbing as the beaten man managed to get himself up to crawl towards Silco. “P, please. Sir. I fucked up. Please just let me go home to my family. I won't, I won’t make this mistake again. It was just one mistake, plEASE!”

The sudden rising of his voice came from Silco moving to one side, and casually kicking the man’s knee to break it. “One mistake? It wasn’t just once, we both know that. Besides, getting drunk, and letting a piece of information slip is a mistake. Taking someone's money, and giving them information in return isn’t a mistake, it’s a transaction, Tommy.” Reaching towards his now broken knee, Tommy swallowed as he looked up at Silco. “It hurts. Hurts so much. Please. I understand, you’re…you’re right… wait. Wait, wait what are they doing here!? What are you doing with them? No, don’t hurt my family!” A hand reached pleadingly towards his wife, and seventeen-year-old son who had just gotten dragged into the area through the opened door, and shoved down into chairs. Not that his attempt to reach out to them did any good, as he was on one side of a large basement room while his wife and son found themselves bound to chairs and gagged on the other side. Silco shook his head. “Hurt your family? Oh, Tommy, I’m not going to hurt your family. Rather, I’m giving you the opportunity to prove yourself, and to remember how important it is not to make the wrong choice.”

Holding out a hand, he motioned with his fingers, and a moment later a knife was put into his hand along with a pistol. Tommy at this point tried to stand, but with his knee broken collapsed back down. “Don’t hurt them! They didn’t do anything, I’ll take responsibility. It’s all on me. They didn’t know anything. Please Silco… Please!” Silco frowned as he looked down at the begging man. “I already said I wasn’t going to hurt them. Did we damage your hearing, as well as the rest of you, or are you just stupider than expected?” Moving over to the two people bound to the chairs, he put the knife down in front of them, and the gun. “No, instead, you are going to have the opportunity to make a choice.”

Utterly confused, Tommy just shook his head, confused, lips parting, and then closing as tears ran down his cheeks while watching Silco. The chem-baron walked back to Tommy, which as the basement had been large enough to function as an apartment before most of the walls were taken down, took longer than one might think. “Do you know what Zaun has in abundance? No? Scrap. Metal scrap as a matter of fact. A great deal of which is either sharp, or can be sharpened. Almost like hardened glass shards, really. Normally not a problem since most people in Zaun either stay away from the scrap, or have the shoes or gloves to handle it properly.” Looking down at Tommy, his lips pulled into a dark smile. “Ah, but all you have now is a pair of pants. Well, I suppose that’s where the self-control comes in at.” Taking a few steps back towards Tommy’s family members, Silco nodded. Suddenly there was a sound of crashing metal pouring out over the floor as a couple of runners tipped over a large barrel filled with small sharpened metal pieces that stretched out across the floor between Silco and Tommy.

“I know. What’s a bit of pain, and blood in order to get to your family, really? Any decent Zaunite could crawl across a mile or more of this in order to get to their loved ones. So let’s make it a bit more interesting, shall we?” Reaching into his coat, Silco pulled out a few vials of shimmer, and shook them. “You are already bleeding, and cut up a bit. Skin broken from being bludgeoned, or a knife used on you or whatever else as I understand. Now shimmer, in case you were unaware, doesn’t have to be drank. If it gets into your blood stream, it still takes effect.” Two vials opened, and the shimmer tossed out across the metal. Slowly, Tommy’s eyes widened, and his lips parted, realizing what he’d have to do.

Silco took a few steps back. More metal, and more shimmer. Steps back, metal, shimmer. Steps, metal, shimmer. Over and over until he was by Tommy’s wife and son. “When you get here, there’s a knife to set them free with, or a loaded gun to do…well…whatever you might wish to in the end. Set them free, and you all live. There’s an easier route, of course. Kill yourself, and your family lives. Otherwise, if your family doesn’t live you really will have failed to prove yourself, and no one will need you anymore. Certainly not I after being disappointed by you yet again.”

Turning around, Silco opened a door, and simply left the room. Heading up a flight of stairs, and then a second one to be rather far above the basement, he nonetheless had a perfect view of everything that would happen as at the floors above the basement had been ripped out. Reaching into his coat, Silco pulled out a cigarette, and his lighter. “Tommy. If you don’t start fucking moving by the time my cigarette is done, we will lock the door, and you can starve to death down there with your family.” Tilting his head a bit, the lighter clicked, and his cigarette was lit.

Behind their gags both Tommy’s wife, and his son were trying to plead and yell. Both had tears streaming down their faces, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that the chairs were bolted into the floor, they likely would have tossed their chairs over to the side. Tommy on the other hand looked panicked, and at a loss of what to do. Looking up at Silco’s utterly merciless face, the man almost started to plead again before whimpering and looking back at the sharpened metal laid out across the floor in front of him. Finally, he moved, reaching out with a hand to try to brush it to one side, but that was met with a sharp hiss of pain as there wasn't any safe side to touch. They were for all intents and purposes caltrop’s with every side sharpened, and coated with shimmer. A particularly brutal thing to have to get through, and with nothing on except for pants, there was little Tommy could do except pray. Pray, and start to move.

Once again he tried to stand, and to his credit he got a few limping steps forward doing his best to ignore the metal underfoot, inevitably however he fell. Too tired, and hurt as well as emotional to catch himself properly, his wife and son watched as the man they were counting on to save them simply crashed into the metal. It wouldn’t have been that bad, perhaps, as he turned his head, and ensured his eyes were saved and none of the metal was large enough to react anything vital. However, the shimmer spread over the metal introduced a bit of a problem. Still smoking his cigarette, Silco raised his eyebrows, and actually chuckled softly.

“Things do escalate quickly.”

The shimmer of course started to take effect, and it made Tommy forget for a moment the potential consequences of taking in too much of it. With the pain fading under the high of the drug, and his wounds starting to heal, he started to move faster. With that broken knee, however, it kept him crawling. Each hand coming down made his skin split open, and shimmer enter his blood stream. Each knee crunching against metal, and calf getting sliced apart as he moved, opened him to the shimmer even more. With the pain largely inconsequential all of a sudden, and his muscles starting to get larger as the shimmer going right into his bloodstream forced that over dose to sweep over his body, Tommy started to lose himself. Hands crashing down into the metal almost embedding it into his hands while his eyes changed, he nearly seemed like some wild animal. As Tommy continued moving towards his utterly helpless family, they now looked more afraid of their loved one than anything else.

Silco took a long slow drag off of his cigarette then called out. “If they die, so do you.” Glancing at one of his runners, who by now was looking a bit disturbed, he raised an eyebrow before looking back down to the show. If they couldn’t take working for him, better to find out now rather than later after all. Eyes utterly cold, he shook his head. “I don’t think he’s going to enjoy learning why self-control can be a vital thing.”

Tommy, if he even heard Silco, didn’t register what had been said at all. At this point, despite being on all fours, he was charging at his family with nothing in his mind except for a savage violent impulse, and there was nothing at all to distract him from them. A hand on his wife’s knee to raise him up, and his other hand came up to start hitting what to him was just flesh to dominate. Just meat to prove his strength on. The whimpering and crying, enjoyable if it was acknowledged at all. Bulked up on shimmer shoved into his blood steam by injury after injury, with his mind at that moment broken from everything that had happened that day, all Tommy could think of was stopping things. The fact that the people in front of him had nothing at all to do with what had happened didn’t matter.

His fists rained down on the woman like a butcher with a hammer tenderizing meat, and even with his strength, at first it didn’t seem like it’d do much. However, then the wooden chair broken and he was able to straddle his wife. Something they’d likely done in one form or another for enjoyment more than once in the past was now something horrifying. The last thing she’d ever see was the utterly crazed look on her husband's face. The last thing she’d feel was the pain from his fists slamming into her face before he grabbed her head to smash it against the floor, fast, breaking it like an egg. The entire time his son was screaming behind the gag, and shaking his head with tears streaming down so quickly, one might almost imagine he’d drown himself as they soaked into the gag. It would have been more merciful if he had.

With the woman dead Tommy turned, and with the shimmer continuing its work making him stronger still while healing him constantly, he only needed one strike to break the chair his son was in. This time the blow made the gag get ripped free and his son screamed out. “DAD NO PLEASE!” It was the last understandable words the teenager would ever speak as those fists started to work at him. After the chair was broken, a large piece of wood was grabbed a moment later, and used as a club to beat the seventeen-year-old nearly to death with before it was used to crush his throat, ensuring his passing. With both his victims dead, Tommy turned, and started to hurl himself against the walls trapping him, jumping as high as he could. However, with how high up Silco was, Tommy had no chance of jumping out even with his knee half healed. Each jump made his knee break again however as the pressure ensured whatever work had been done on it was nullified, and catching at the walls made his nails get ripped out, leaving bloody streaks behind.

Finishing his cigarette, Silco tossed it into the basement before glancing around to check the time. “I’ll be back in an hour. Watch him.” His runners got the task of ensuring Tommy didn’t escape, and it was an easy task. Easy, that was, if you ignored the sight of the bodies and the screams ripping apart Tommy’s vocal cords over and over again as the shimmer healed him each time. Some part of his broken mind recognized what he’d done, but with the overdose it rendered him incapable of anything except trying to escape and screaming. The task wasn’t actually that easy, and the “fucking new guy” would be having nightmares that night despite downing a bottle of cheap tequila.

An hour later Silco returned, and Tommy was calmed down enough that despite still being bulky he was now crouched over his family weeping. Hands behind his back, Silco watched for a moment before calling out. “Disappointing. No one needs you anymore. No family, or anyone else. You failed Tommy. Everyone, them and yourself as well. So what will you do now?” Tommy predictably enough whirled around, pistol in hand, and Silco stepped back out of view. Turning around, Silco shook his head as he called out. “A waste. Complete waste. Goodbye, Tommy.”

With no one to vent his rage, and grief on except himself, Tommy decided to try to join his family.

Moments later a shot would be heard, and the clink of a pistol hitting the ground as well as a heavy body’s thud as it to hit the ground.

Silco glanced to one of his people. “Make sure he’s dead, wash off the metal and collect it all up. Clean up the basement.” The sound of the new guy retching, and then letting his lunch come up over in one corner got no reaction at all from Silco as he simply left.

There was other business to take care of after all, and perhaps he’d take an hour before bed for a bit of knitting as well.

That’d be a nice way to end the day.

#⌱ THAT'S WHY WE FIGHT | SILCO (ic)#⌱ MEMORIES SHARED | SILCO (drabbles)#cw blood #cw drugs #cw murder #cw death #cw violence

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my-castles-crumbling · 5 months ago

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Hi Cas!!! It’s wedding anon. Real quick, CONGRATULATIONS! My partner and I are both young teachers, and I have to say, i’m SO happy for you. My fiancé moved schools after they treated them badly, and didn’t allow her to use Mx. instead of Ms. (which is really important to them).

Idk if you’re still taking advice, and i’m from England so there’s definitely some differences, but I teach 11-16 yr olds and honestly?

I’ll always say the best thing to do is be on their side. If they get caught in a hallway, oh they’re on their way to me. If they’re uniform is wrong (idk if it’s non uni in the US but like, breaking uniform rules) then I already punished them and they can’t change it (jewellery wont come off/don’t have spare clothes). If they’re eating in classes, yeah i told them, i’ll talk to their teacher.

Obviously you have to be careful with serious issues but the silly small rules really freak out the youngest years and really piss off the oldest years. As long as you have boundaries to how far you’ll help them, say for example, any kids can always come to my room and chill out- but if they make anyone uncomfortable they are not welcome back.

Also at my school there’s big queues for lunch, but you can get an early lunch pass to skip it. There’s a kid in my tutor base (idk if you have those) whose friends all have early passes for dinner cause of a club. So I gave her one so she can eat with them and then come to my classroom and do her homework.

Oh and try to not set group tasks with a fixed number of people. If you’re alright with it, all group activities go better when they’re with friends. Especially at that age. But not if you limit the number. “It’s supposed to be two, but i’ll allow three.” “Groups of four, yeah okay you guys can be a five.” As long as they DO the work, it’s easier for everyone.

(And when they’re dicks, remember that they’re learning from their parents and the internet. It’s not their fault. I know you know that, but the most important thing at that age is more than one second chance. Cause they’re gonna be teal annoying basically all the time)

ANYWAY- there’s a new development you WONT believe.

Also, WOW, your mum tried to wear a wedding dress to YOUR wedding, damn you really get it then 😭

(Oh god I haven’t even begun to worry about what she’ll wear if she comes).

I feel like parents get a free hand at being a dick more than others, but for good reason. My mum sacrificed so much for me, and grew up in a totally different way than I did. I don’t blame her for her attitude, but I’m getting a little sick of the guilt tripping.

I stopped going to church every weekend during university (once i moved out) about six years ago, and my mum DROVE UP to my dorm and sat me down and gave me a three hour speech about how she CANNOT STAND me not going to church cause then i’ll go to hell and she just wants me not to go to hell and why don’t I just go to church and pray to god so that she can know I won’t go to hell.

And not to get into a thing- but the reason i’m against being a christian is because of christian’s. Like it’s fine if you decide the way you live is what will get you into your heaven, but like- don’t act like everyone else you meet who also isn’t a devote christian is going to go straight to hell. In fact, trying to decide who does and does not go to hell feels incredibly not christian.

Anyway, as you can see I have a complicated relationship with my mother and with religion. So I sat my mum down yesterday and told her that I want nothing more than her at my wedding, and that i’ll happily take whatever suggestions she has, but that where I get married has to be up to me and partner. I also tried to explain that we literally CANNOT marry in a catholic church due to their rules but she just yelled more about our queer marriage.

At one point she said “since your wife is only half a women can’t she just become a man for your wedding” and then she had to sit through my own thirty minute speech about how to not devalue my partners identity… but like- can trans people marry in catholic church’s if they’re just a straight couple and the trans person just doesn’t tell anyone???? I feel their system is flawed. ANYWAY.

She’s not coming. She won’t be at a wedding “facilitating the devil”… WE’RE GAY, by her standards just standing next to my partner is “facilitating the devil”.

I know her tones though, I think she’s gonna change her mind.

So my dad hasn’t been around much of my life. He’s coming to the wedding only if my mum is. I don’t really care whether he’s there or not. I’ve already told him he’s not walking me down the aisle. He doesn’t give a shit (he never has). He’ll show up if my mum does, or not if she doesn’t.

(It’s a long story but when I was in second year at university, I lost my campus dorm… and this annoying bartender guy took me in when I almost became homeless and cooked me food and stuff and like- he’s my dad now, i’m a found family girlie).

ANYWAY. So yeah, but he’s also super catholic. So he, who doesn’t give a shit about ANYTHING, who never supported my mum, who laughed when I told him I was engaged cause he NEVER KNEW i’d been dating my partner… of five years. HE wants to find me a wedding venue. And this isn’t to be nice by the way, it’s to exert his power in any way he still can.

And naively I had thought maybe he was being nice. BUT THAT PROVED NOT TRUE. Just… let me build up to saying this…

So my sister has helped me find actual potential churches that would accept our marriage (“only if YOU want, don’t listen to mum”) and my dad has… are you ready… PUNCHED A FUCKING REVEREND.

Yep you heard that right.

And NOT because he was homophobic.

No no, they were ALREADY mocking me and partner, saying how funny it was that we were going to hell for BEING US.

No, he punched our CHILDHOOD churches reverend (not the same person we had back then but still) because he has the audacity to call my dad a BAD father and husband for- everything (apparently my dad got to gossiping with him about cheating on my mum, and that time he hit me, and that time he smashed a beer bottle over my sisters cat).

You forget how psycho your family is when you’re away for so long (I know my sister forgot too) until your back. Around them again.

But ANYWAY. He’s sort of invited. He’ll either come with my mum if she comes. Or not if she doesn’t. I don’t care if he’s there. Unless he punches someone again, i’ll probably never even notice him.

The funny thing about all of this is, while yes a venue is one of the most important things, we’re not actually getting married until January 2026, that’s like a year and a half away (my partners always wanted a winter wedding cause they’re fucking adorable).

Anyway, that’s the update. A year and a half until my wedding and my dads punching reverends and my mums yelling about the devil.

I shouldn’t have invited them.

Hi hon!

Thank you so much for the advice, I really appreciate it. I'm definitely going to keep all of that in mind.

As far as your update- OH MY GOD

Well, I am SO proud of you for standing up to your mum. That's NOT easy. And your dad sounds...wow. But I'm glad your sister is being so supportive!

But I do want to say- I think you were right to invite them. And the reason is because if you chose not to invite them, you would never know if they would be supportive or not. You would be assuming the worst. But by inviting them, you're giving them the choice to be supportive, and you're assuming the best. Is it going to hurt if they don't show? Absolutely. But now you know that they chose to not be supportive. And that was them. Does that make sense?

But again, I am so proud of you for standing your ground and standing up to your parents. And for defending your partner when needed! You're amazing <3

#ask #asks #ask cas #wedding anon

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independentzaun · 2 years ago

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A punished man.

Silco drabble with him punishing someone. I'm putting this under a cut because of blood, violence, torture, mind break, drug over dose, unwilling (mind break causes it) familial abuse (violence/death/murder), and suicide. Do what you will with that.

There were a number of ways to piss off Silco, but one of the best ways was betraying him. With how long he’d been in control of The Lanes one might think people would know better, but judging from the whimpering man currently on the floor in front of Silco some people were convinced they were different. “All you had to do was not take the information you gained by working for me, and sell it to someone else. Disappointing. Truly. I expected better of you, but I suppose you need a reminder as to how important loyalty and self control is.” Letting out a soft sigh almost like a disappointed teacher Silco shook his head.

The man on the floor had in fact sold information, and had spent the past couple of hours being beaten by Silco’s people. Silco himself hadn’t even shown up until perhaps fifteen minutes ago having better things to do than be there the entire time, but he wasn’t going to miss the grand event. Glancing over to one of his runners Silco waved a hand nodding towards a nearby door. “Go ahead.” On the floor there was a quiet little sobbing as the beaten man managed to get himself up to crawl towards Silco. “P, please. Sir. I fucked up. Please just let me go home to my family. I wont, I wont make this mistake again. It was just one mistake, plEASE!”

The sudden rising of his voice came from Silco moving to one side, and casually kicking the man’s knee to break it. “One mistake? It wasn’t just once, and we both know that. Besides getting drunk, and letting a piece of information slip is a mistake. Taking someones money, and giving them information in return isn’t a mistake it’s a transaction Tommy.” Reaching towards his now broken knee Tommy swallowed as he looked up at Silco. “It hurts. Hurts. Please. I understand, you’re...you’re right..Wait, wait what are they doing here!? What are you doing with them? No don’t hurt my family!” A hand reached pleadingly towards his wife, and seventeen year old son. Not that it did any good as he was on one side of the large basement room, and his wife and son found themselves bound to chairs and gagged on the other side. Silco shook his head. “Hurt your family? Oh Tommy I’m not going to hurt your family. Rather I’m giving you the opportunity to prove yourself, and to remember how important it is not to make the wrong choice.”

Holding out a hand he motioned with his fingers, and a moment later a knife was put into his hand along with a pistol. Tommy at this point tried to stand, but with his knee broken collapsed back down. “Don’t hurt them! They didn’t do anything I’ll take responsibility. It’s all on me. They didn’t know anything. Please Silco...Please!” Silco frowned as he looked down at the begging man. “I already said I wasn’t going to hurt them. Did we damage your hearing, as well as the rest of you or are you just stupider than expected?” Moving over to the two people bound to the chairs he put the knife down in front of them, and the gun. “No, instead you are going to have the opportunity to make a choice.”

Utterly confused Tommy just shook his head lips parting, and than closing as tears ran down his cheeks while watching Silco. The chem-baron walked back to Tommy which as the basement had been large enough to function as an apartment before most of the walls were taken down took longer than one might think. “Do you know what Zaun has in abundance? No? Scrap. Metal scrap as a matter of fact. A great deal of which is either sharp, or can be sharpened. Almost like hardened glass shards really. Normally not a problem since most people in Zaun either stay away from the scrap, or have the shoes or gloves to handle it properly.” Looking down at Tommy his lips pulled into a dark smile. “Ah, but all you have now is a pair of pants. Well I suppose that’s were the self control comes in at.” Taking a few steps back towards Tommy’s family members Silco nodded, and suddenly there was a sound of crashing metal pouring out over the floor as a couple of runners tipped over a large barrel filled with small sharpened metal pieces that stretched out across the floor between Silco and Tommy.

“I know. What’s a bit of pain, and blood in order to get to your family really? Any decent Zaunite could crawl across a mile or more of this in order to get to their family. So let’s make it a bit more interesting shall we?” Reaching into his coat Silco pulled out a few vials of shimmer, and shook them. “You are already bleeding, and cut up a bit. Skin broken from being punched, or a knife dragged across your hands or whatever else as I understand. Now shimmer in case you were unaware doesn’t have to be drank. If it gets into your blood stream it still takes effect.” Two vials opened, and the shimmer tossed out across the metal. Slowly Tommy’s eyes widened and his lips parted realizing what he’d have to do.

Silco took a few steps back. More metal, and more shimmer. Steps back, metal, shimmer. Steps, metal, shimmer. Over and over until he was by Tommy’s wife and son. “When you get here there’s a knife to set them free with, or a loaded gun to do...well...whatever you might wish to in the end. Set them free, and you all live. There’s an easier route of course. Kill yourself, and your family lives. Otherwise if your family doesn’t live you really will have failed to prove yourself, and no one will need you anymore. Certainly not I after being disappointed by you yet again.”

Turning around Silco opened a door, and simply left the room. Heading up a flight of stairs, and than a second one to be rather far above the basement he nonetheless had a perfect view of everything that would happen as at some point the floors above the basement had been ripped out. Reaching into his coat Silco pulled out a cigarette, and his lighter. “Tommy. If you don’t start fucking moving by the time my cigarette is done we will lock the door, and you can starve to death down there with your family.” Tilting his head a bit the lighter clicked, and his cigarette was lit.

Behind their gags both Tommy’s wife, and his son were trying to plead and yell. Both had tears streaming down their faces, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that the chairs were bolted into the floor they likely would have tossed their chairs over to the side. Tommy on the other hand looked panicked, and at a loss of what to do. Looking up at Silco’s utterly merciless face the man almost started to plead again before whimpering and looking back at the sharpened metal laid out across the floor in front of him. Finally he moved reaching out with a hand to try to brush it to one side, but that was met with a sharp hiss of pain as there wasn’t really any safe side to touch. They were for all intents and purposes caltrop’s with every side sharpened except with each side utterly randomly. A particularly brutal thing to have to get through, and with nothing on except for pants there was little Tommy could do except pray. Pray, and start to move.

Once again he tried to stand, and to his credit he got a few limping steps forward doing his best to ignore the metal underfoot inevitably however he fell. Too tired, and hurt as well as emotional to catch himself properly his wife and son watched as the man they were counting on to save them simply crashed into the metal. It wouldn’t have been that bad perhaps as he turned his head, and ensured his eyes were saved and none of the metal was large enough to react anything vital. However the shimmer spread over the metal introduced a bit of a problem. Still smoking his cigarette Silco raised his eyebrows, and actually chuckled softly.

“Things do escalate quickly.”

The shimmer of course started to take effect, and it made Tommy forget for a moment the potential consequences of taking in too much of it. With the pain fading under the high of the drug, and his wounds starting to heal he started to move faster. With that broken knee however it kept him crawling. Each hand coming down made his skin split open, and shimmer enter his blood stream. Each knee crunching against metal, and calf getting sliced apart as he moved opened him to the shimmer even more. With the pain largely inconsequential all of a sudden, and his muscles starting to get larger as the shimmer going right into his bloodstream forced that over dose to sweep over his body Tommy started to loose himself. Hands crashing down into the metal almost embedding it into his hands while his eyes changed he almost seemed like some wild animal starting to go for the two utterly helpless people who by now were more afraid of their loved one than anything else.

Silco took a long slow drag off of his cigarette than called out. “If they die so do you.” Glancing at one of his runners who by now was looking a bit disturbed he raised an eyebrow before looking back down to the show. If they couldn’t take working for him better to find out now rather than later after all. Eyes utterly cold he shook his head. “I don’t think he’s going to enjoy learning why self-control can be a vital thing.”

Tommy if he heard Silco didn’t register what had been said at all. At this point despite being on all fours he was charging at his family with nothing in his mind except for a savage beating impulse, and there was nothing at all to distract him from them. A hand on his wife’s knee to raise him up, and his other hand came up to start hitting what to him was just flesh to dominate. Just meat to prove his strength on. The whimpering, and crying enjoyable if it was acknowledged at all. Bulked up on shimmer shoved into his blood steam by injury after injury with his mind at that moment broken from everything that had happened that day all Tommy could think of was stopping things. The fact that the people in front of him had nothing at all to do with what had happened didn’t matter.

His fists rained down on the woman like a butcher with a hammer tenderizing meat, and even with his strength at first it didn’t seem like it’d do much. However than the wooden chair broken and he was able to straddle his wife. Something they’d likely done in one form or another for enjoyment more than once in the past was now something horrifying. The last thing she’d ever see was the utterly crazed look on her husbands face, and the last thing she’d feel the pain from his fists slamming into her face before he grabbed her head to smash it against the floor breaking it like an egg. The entire time his son was screaming behind the gag, and shaking his head with tears so fast one might almost imagine he’d drown himself as they soaked into the gag. It would have been more merciful if he had.

With the woman dead Tommy turned, and with the shimmer continuing it’s work making him stronger still while healing him constantly he only needed one strike to break the chair his son was in. This time the blow made the gag get ripped free and his son screamed out. “DAD NO PLEASE!” It was the last understandable words the teenager would ever speak as those fists started to work at him. With the chair broken a large piece of wood was grabbed a moment later, and used as a club to beat the seventeen year old nearly to death with before it was used to crush his throat ensuring his passing. With both his victims dead Tommy turned, and started to hurl himself against the walls trapping him jumping as high as he could. With how high up Silco was however Tommy had no chance of jumping out even with his knee half healed. Each jump made his knee break again however as the pressure ensured whatever work had been done on it was nullified, and catching at the walls made his nails get ripped out leaving bloody streaks behind.

Finishing his cigarette Silco tossed it into the basement before glancing around to check the time. “I’ll be back in an hour. Watch him.” His runners got the task of ensuring Tommy didn’t escape, and it was an easy task if you ignored the sight of the bodies and the screams ripping apart Tommy’s vocal cords over and over again as the shimmer healed him each time. Some part of his broken mind recognized what he’d done, but with the overdose it rendered him incapable of anything except trying to escape and screaming. The task wasn’t actually that easy, and the “fucking new guy” would be having nightmares that night despite downing a bottle of cheap tequila.

An hour later Silco returned, and Tommy was calmed down enough that despite still being bulky he was now crouched over his family weeping. Hands behind his back Silco watched for a moment before calling out. “Disappointing. No one needs you anymore. No family, or anyone else. You failed Tommy. Everyone, them and yourself as well. So what will you do now?” Tommy predictably enough whirled around pistol in hand, and Silco stepped back out of view. Turning around Silco shook his head as he called out. “A waste. Complete waste. Good bye Tommy.”

With no one to vent his rage, and grief on except himself Tommy decided to try to join his family.

Moments later a shot would be heard, and the clink of a pistol hitting the ground as well as a heavy body’s thud as it too hit the ground.

There was other business to take care of after all, and perhaps he’d take an hour before bed for a bit of knitting as well.

That'd be a nice way to end the day.

#silcodrabbles #angst cw #blood cw #torture cw #murder cw #death cw

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evitcani-writes · 1 year ago

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I was going to reserve my story for the tags but it’s funny so here we go.

I had never gotten along with the art teacher in elementary school. I got back some homework which was a 100% and just a paper weaving project (simple paper woven in a typical loom fashion). So I tossed it out because it was stupid, graded and an A+.

The teacher fished it out of the trash can and demanded to know who had thrown it away. I raised my hand.

The teacher then starts yelling at me in front of all the other kids and demands to know why I threw it away. Being honest and honestly pissed and also 10, I said, “It’s stupid?”

She demands to know why I wouldn’t bring it home to show my mother. I said, “She wouldn’t care.” The teacher hauls me to the front of the class and makes me tell her my mom’s number. I said, “She’s at work, I don’t want to call her over something stupid.” She writes me up and demands it again.

At this point, my clever ten year old brain realizes something.

Letting the teacher call my mom at work is going to backfire spectacularly. My mom was getting calls all the time about my brother so she’d answer thinking it was him causing another issue. And when she found out why this teacher called her?

Well, I give the teacher my mom’s number.

And the teacher, in her folly, put it on speakerphone in front of a class of ten year olds. She says, “Ms [lastname], your child threw away homework.”

“Oh, was his report card bad?” Assuming the teacher meant my brother. “I’ll talk to him later. Sorry, I’m at work.”

“No, this is about [evit]. [He] threw away [his] art project. I’ve given him a demerit for throwing it away.”

A noticeable pause. “What was the grade?”

Another pause, this time the teacher. “It was a 100%. I thought you would want to see it. [He] said you wouldn’t care.”

“I really don’t. So let me get this straight you called me at work just to tell me you’re being a fucking asshole to my kid?”

The call quickly went off speakerphone while the kids giggled. My mom took her break. There was screaming. My mom came in person to do more yelling.

The teacher refused to take back the demerit.

Curious because this is the Boring Nerd™️ website apparently so I'm interested to see if that started young.

Don't count instances where you didn't get caught, I want to hear about the stuff you did that was stupid and blatant and had repercussions.

#old stories

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unwanted-animal · 2 years ago

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Billy can feel eyes on him. That’s par for the course. It’s what he wants - that’s why he drives like a bat out of hell, why he wears clothes so tight his body is always on display, why he leave his shirts unbuttoned and why he works out. Hell, it’s why he’s out at a bar with a fake ID. He craves attention. This time it isn’t from a horny housewife, a scandalized parent, or a disapproving teacher, though.

It’s from the town freak.

Eddie Munson is a few years his senior, still not old enough to buy beer but close enough the owner of the bar lets his band play on weekends. He shouts out lyrics to a handful of drunks, grinning brightly as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. He is in his element, performing with his friends, playing out his rockstar fantasy.

And his rich brown eyes are focused on Billy.

The music is good. Billy likes it, though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone in his circles. He likes metal, and Eddie is the embodiment of the underground metal scene tonight. His curls frame his face like a halo, wild and untamed, and his tight black jeans and torn shirt make him look…

Good.

He looks good, Billy thinks, drinking a beer and leaning against the bar. Another thought he’d never share, not even under torture - he wasn’t supposed to think men looked good. Or sexy. Or want to slide his hands under the ripped black cotton of -

Before he knows it their set ends and instead of helping the guys put away their instruments, Eddie hops off the stage and saunters right up to him. He’s got no game, all the frenetic energy of his performance is gone, but he approaches Billy all the same.

Ballsy of him.

“Hey!” Eddie calls, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Billy idly wonders how there’s even room for that. “You’re not part of our usual audience. Billy, right?” He leans in, hair falling into his face, as he whispers “I’ve seen you on the basketball team.” Eddie winks and straightens back up. He isn’t going to rat him out. Billy breathes a slow sigh of relief.

“And you’re… I don’t know your name,” Billy lies.

“Eddie. Town pariah. Aspiring metal musician. Hookup for whatever you might need in a place like Hawkins.”

Ah. He’s trying to make a sale.

“What have you got, Eddie?”

Eddie places a hand on his arm and leads him toward a booth at the back of the bar, far from the ears of that night’s bartender. He slips into the seat and motions for Billy to follow. Normally Billy would be pissed, but he’s got a decent buzz going and Eddie is cute like minded enough for him to trust him.

“I’ve got bud mostly, but I’ve got some K and some acid back at my trailer. I can get ecstasy but it’ll be a few days, but I don’t do anything harder than that.”

He stares at Eddie, at the way he props his chin in his hand and smiles at him, and Billy starts to feel braver than he has in a while. Since California.

“Why are you the town pariah? Is it because you sell?”

“Nah, nah, man. People would love me for that. It’s ‘cause I don’t go with the flow. You know? I don’t ‘fit in’ to any of the stereotypes we’re supposed to strive for in a small town like this. I’m loud, I cuss, I drive too fast, I blare metal at night, and I don’t care about a nine to five.”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head, and Billy finds himself wanting to touch his hair.

“That’s it?”

“… and they know I’m different,” Eddie whispers. “Can’t even say it here. But I’m a double threat in the dating pool, if you get me.”

Fuck. Billy does. That’s the problem.

“You wanna show me what you got back at your place? I’ll race you there,” Billy says, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. The smoke blooms from his plump lips and is it just him, or does Eddie look mesmerized? He grins and licks his teeth, leaving his tongue peeking out for just a moment.

He’s right. Eddie is staring.

“Yeah? You know the trailer park?”

“Kinda. Had a few dates out there.”

“Then race me there. Pay your tab!”

Eddie jumps up and hurries out to the van. He carries the instruments to shows, and everyone else is already gone. Perfect. He turns on the van and shoves in an Iron Maiden tape, and soon he’s screeching down the road toward home. Billy isn’t far behind him, tossing a twenty and a five to the bartender and racing toward his Camaro. He can outrun that big-ass tank of a van, and he knows it.

Twenty minutes later the door to Eddie’s trailer slams open, Billy’s hands on his ass and Eddie gripping the collar of his leather jacket. It’s a good thing Wayne works nights, because neither boy can keep quiet as they kiss and stumble their way toward the couch.

#mungrove #beddie #billy Hargrove #Eddie munson #jwrites #strangerthingsfic

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