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kalu-luwa · 2 years ago

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some self-indulgent incorrect quotes because i’m sad:

featuring @sammo-writes-whatever‘s lovely oc yumeko amane

cw: lotsa swearing, talks of death, general twst slander, spoilers for chapter 6, ooc but do i care? nah not really

(under the cut for dash length)

Neph, hugging Yume: I've only had Yume-chan for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in Twisted Wonderland and then myself.

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Neph: *addressing people* fuck you

Neph: fuck you

Neph: *addressing Yume* you're cool :D

Neph: *addressing Crowley* and fuck you, i'm out

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Anyone: I may or may not have made Yumeko uncomfortable. How long until Nephtali and kills me?

Grim: ten

Anyone: Ten? Ten what?

Grim: nine

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Yume and Neph: *holding hands and swinging their arms, laughing and softly talking while strolling, general sweet sibling relationship*

Ace and Deuce: *slinging either of them over the other's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, both of them screaming and sprinting past them*

(alternatively: Jade and Floyd? Riddle and Floyd, Rook and any of the beastmen...)

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Yume: Oh no, a cute girl! I can’t talk to her like this!

Yume: Oh, she's going.

Yume: Oh no! Another cute girl!

Neph: Stop looking in every mirror you see, I don’t want you to have a mental breakdown.

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Yume: I have HRE. Hopeless Romantic Energy.

Neph: Holy Roman Empire.

Grim: Hambu Rg Er

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Yume: As fellow first years and good friends, we always finish each other's-

Adeuce: -homework

Neph: what the fuck

Adeuce, crying: *slides over sheets of paper* please help

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Ace: How does it feel to have the shittiest dorm ever?

Neph: shut up your mother buys you mega bloks instead of legos

Ace, unlocking his Unique Magic: YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK

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Ramshackle Dorm collectively: WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES

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Rook: j’owo

Rook: tu owos

Rook: il/elle/on owos

Rook: nous owoins

Rook: vous owoez

Rook: ils/elles owoent

Neph: did you just conjugate owo in french

Rook: owoui

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Neph: with all these e-girls and e-boys

Neph: i just want to be e-nough

Cater:

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Neph: i'm not normally a violent person

Neph, gesturing to TWST Chapter 6: but this makes me wanna go smack some people around

Yume: please don't

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Neph: Grim, you ate too many blot crystals and blacked out. I'll ask you a few questions while Yume-chan does first aid.

Grim: *incomprehensible noise of affirmation*

Neph: What's your favourite colour?

Grim, with the confidence of a thousand suns: tuna

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Yume: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Floyd will and won't eat.

Neph: Grass? Yeah.

Yume: Moss? Yeah!

Neph: Leaves? Oh, yeah.

Yume: Shoelaces? Strange, but true!

Neph: Worms? Sometimes...

Yume: Rocks? Usually, no.

Neph: Twigs? Usually.

Yume: Lilia or Jade's cooking? Inconclusive!

Deuce: How... did you test this???

Yume: You just hand him stuff and say 'eat this' and if he eats it, he eats it.

Deuce: I don't know how to feel about this...

Ace: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT

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Neph: i lived bitch

Overblotters: Wha- you can't be here- you're dead!- I literally saw you die??-

Neph: death is a social construct

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Deuce: Neph isn't answering the phone.

Yume: I'll try!

Ace: Deuce and I have tried 6 times each, what makes you think-

Neph: hello???

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Azul: It’s a white flag and you may as well start waving it-

Neph: THE ONLY THING I WILL BE WAVING IS YOUR DECAPITATED HEAD ON A STICK IN FRONT OF YOUR WEEPING MOTHER

Azul:

The Leech Twins:

Everyone else:

Azul, slightly terrified: Holy shit.

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Neph: I like to think I have a sharp memory. Try naming something I forgot.

Ace: your birthday You left me in a parking lot 3 weeks ago.

Neph: that was on purpose try again

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Neph and Epel, struggling to stand in 1-inch heels: yeah heels aren't for us

Vil, flawlessly walking in 6-inch stilettos: W E A K

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Yume, staring off dramatically into the sunset:

Neph: Yume-chan, are you alright? What’s wrong?

Yume: If you stack two pizzas on top of each other, it’s two pizzas.

Yume, frowning: But if you stack two lasagnas, it’s still one lasagna.

Neph:

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Anyone: If I say 'I love you', will you say it back?

Yume/Neph: Yeah.

Anyone: I love you.

Yume/Neph: It back.

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Yume: What’s it like being tall?

Neph: Is it nice?

Yume: Can you reach the cupboards comfortably?

Malleus, 100% serious: *talking about Lilia* we live in constant fear of the small ones, who will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want

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Grim: Why do the two of you like the rain so much?

Yume: It’s so romantic, and it makes a great white noise for when you’re going to sleep! I like splashing in puddles too, it’s fun and nostalgic.

Neph: i’m trying to get hit by lightning

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Neph: listen here, you little shits

Neph: not you, Yume-chan, you're an angel and we're glad you're here

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Ace: Also, from now on, we’ll be using code names! You can address me as Eagle One.

Ace, to Neph: Been There Done That.

Ace, to Yume: Currently Doing That.

Ace, to Grim: It Happened Once In a Dream.

Ace, to Deuce:

Ace: Eagle Two

Deuce: oh my god

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Ace: L is for the way you look at me

Neph: O is for the only one I see

Yume: V is for very, very extraordinary

Deuce:

Deuce: egg

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*tea-cup Disney rides*

Yume and Neph: *calmly spinning, chatting happily*

Leona, Vil, and Malleus: *spinning faster, heated conversation*

Adeuce: *hurricane spinning, screaming at each other*

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Neph: The average pineapple, peeled and cut, makes about 4.5 cups or 36 ounces of pineapple chunks. Cans of pineapple come in a variety of sizes, the most common being 28 or 20 ounces and 46 ounces. Meaning a single pineapple won’t fill up a single can perfectly, which also means every time you eat pineapple from a can, somewhere someone else has the can that has the rest of that same pineapple. Meaning you can share a single fruit with a stranger from hundreds of miles away and I think that’s beautiful.

Yume: How much sleep are you getting?

Neph: not enough

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Neph: I AM THE SAND GUARDIAN

Neph: GUARDIAN OF THE SAND

Yume: Poseidon quivers before them!

Neph, to Octavinelle: FUCK OFF

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alright that’s enough for today goodbye

#please laugh ;;#a comedic attempt was made #twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland #incorrect twisted wonderland quotes #incorrect quotes #some of these are vines #i love them #espi.ritu #nephtali (on a bright cloud of music shall we fly?)#i'm not gonna tag everyone sorry #too lazy #rip

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blushnik · 3 years ago

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I love love your works and posts. Always looking forward to more content from you. Anyways my question is that in Punisher season 2 really trashed billy. What do you think about it. Personally I Hate Krista and Madani. Do you think billy and frank would have eventually started a relationship if billy hadn't been outed for betrayal.

*SOBBING HAPPY NOISES* Lemme just- uh, lemme calm down, this was so much praise I didn't expect to see when opening the inbox 😭🙏💙💙💙💙💙💙

Okay, now to your question *breathing exercises initiated*

First, I just wanna say that I kinda pushed the entire season 2 out of my mind, especially THAT part (y'all know what I'm talking about, I ain't gonna say it out loud) cause it just really hurts but xD I think I can handle it for this one occasion.

Season 2 really went ahead and said: Let's just punish Billy Russo for 13 episodes straight, yeah? Cause the show's name is PUNISHER. And he's PUNISHER's nemesis, right? So we PUNISH him, that makes sense, right? *clown mask here* And people will totally cheer when we finally get rid of him cause he's BAD and deserved to be PUNISHED, RIGHT? *clown levels intensify*

Lemme just point out that Billy Russo DID get his punishment when Frank introduced him, quite intimately, to a mirror. He suffered consequences of it during his coma in his dreams and after with memory loss and all conditions that came with it. And that'd be okay to have at the start but NOT FOR THIRTEEN FKING EPISODES.

You can't beat up a character that much, for that long, and then expect us to be cheering when he meets the shittiest end you could possibly think of. Not to even mention the monumental waste of potential in that story.

Remembering what he did and being told what he did are two VERY different things. If he doesn't remember shit then ofc it doesn't make sense to him how could he ever betray Frank like that. For all he knows, everyone just turned against HIM and made up this lie, his best friends and people he cared about going after him for – in Billy's eyes – no reason. Forget Maria and kids and Rawlins, just the fact my best friend, the only person I ever truly felt connected to and trusted and cared about ground my face against a broken mirror would be A LOT to process.

I seriously expected Billy to remember what he's done somewhere in the middle but somehow the writers thought new characters nobody cares about and an overly complex plot is a better way to go? That letting Billy be just a confused screaming crying mess for the entirety of season 2 while ten meaningless subplots get resolved so he can die right after will somehow work?

Look, I get he was supposed to lose everything he had in season 1, that being not only his wealth and company and good looks (he's still hot shut up and those feeble scars, bitch, what was that, Shadow and Bone did a better job at doing accurate scars) but also his self-control, his control over his emotions, composure, his ability to keep his cool, smooth-talking, etc.

But you can't let him be the victim and then expect the audience to not empathize with him or feel sorry for him and to NOT be okay when he dies right after it seems he finally found some peace, happiness, and love (I hate Krista too but shit, he was so happy with those stupid flowers, Ben sure knew what he was doing when he gave those blue flowers to Alina right before everything turned to shit).

Granted, he did shitty things in season 1 and season 2 too but the difference is this;

In season 1, those were his conscious choices. He never was a victim even in his own story. He knew he stepped on other people in order to get himself higher, he decided when it comes down to it, better someone else than him. He decided that after building himself up, no price was too great to pay just to make sure he was never hitting the bottom again and he had no problem with doing it because he's incapable of compassion and 'even though he loves Frank more than anything or anyone, Billy loves himself just a bit more' – Ben Barnes' words, not mine.

But in season 2, he doesn't know about any of that. He does feel like a victim because from his POV, everyone is simply attacking and somebody close to him hurt him for things he can't believe he did because at that point, he believed he would NEVER be capable of doing such things. And when he does something shitty – it's because he feels attacked, he feels like he needs to protect himself and that he's pushed towards it.

Pretty fking hard to see him as a villain, at least for me -.-

It's almost like the writers were too scared to explore that emotional turmoil and impact it would have on him and how it'd change his character if he remembered. Which is SUCH a shame it hurts. Ben Barnes has put so much nuance and depth into Billy's character, he had dimensions and so many layers so just imagine what it would be to have all of that go through some serious angst and explore his relationship with Frank further.

But no.

Instead, we get this imitation of angst where Billy Russo becomes a punching bag and we're supposed to go OOOH HE STILL EVIL BITCH when he darest to punch back.

And don't get me started on the worst character kill-off I've ever seen. Just no. I am not even sharing my opinions on this cause it's too much to think about.

So there you have it, season 2 is trash in my opinion, they really did Billy so dirty while throwing in subplots and characters that were absolutely unnecessary to have. It could totally be just about Frank and Billy trying to come to some closure (violent or not) and maybe Dinah sprinkled in cause she got a lot of beef with Billy too.

Now just to quickly answer the other question, would they have started the relationship eventually if Billy wasn't outed for betrayal?

Marvel and the Mouse are cowards so ofc not in the canon, but in my humble hcs opinion, ofc YES. Frank's the only one Billy feels a connection with and vice versa. And while it's easier for Frank to care for other people than it is for Billy (since, unlike Billy, Frank is capable of compassion), nobody gets him and accepts him the way Billy does. I like to think of that quote from the Darkling for this:

"I've seen what you truly are and I've never turned away."

That's Billy @ Frank. Together with the reasons, I listed in the previous ask where I pointed out how they complement each other ^^

PS: I just wanna say I actually love Dinah but it may be because of my hcs. She was really getting on my nerves at the beginning and then I just made up stuff in my head that made me really fond of her, like Dinah dating Karen Page and being the good bro for Frank and Billy.

Thank you for the reading if you made it this far, THANK YOU for the kind words and keep invading my inbox if you like 🥰💙💙

#asks #brank #frankenbilly #billy russo x frank castle #frank x billy #more brank rant #i love you anon 💙

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candied-peach · 5 years ago

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ao3: “i won’t cry” rating: T warnings: putting others first spoilers, snakes, emetophobia mention, sympathetic deceit, sympathetic remus, anxceit genre: hurt/comfort description: Virgil finds Deceit a little differently than normal.

Virgil's throat tightens with Janus's suppressed emotions, his stomach roiling and his whole body uncomfortably, prickly hot. He knows that things are supposed to be settled now. Thomas is sprawled out on the couch, playing Kingdom Hearts. Logan has been safely returned to his room and is most likely watching a documentary or skimming through one of the philosophy books Janus lent him as an apology/incentive for letting Janus impersonate him. He isn't sure where Remus is, but he's not wreaking havoc anywhere yet. Roman is pacing his room, while Patton tries to soothe him. Virgil isn't sure he deserves it. Janus-

Janus is back in his own room, but if Virgil had to guess, he's not exactly...himself.

Virgil sighs, getting up from his coiled slump on his bed. He had thought perhaps it would be a good idea to leave Janus alone for a bit, for his mind to calm itself, but now he thinks that was a bad decision. The last thing Janus needs is to be trapped in his own head, replaying his last actions over and over like the world's shittiest home movie. Virgil would know.

He puts his ear up to his door, listening for any noise or movement beyond it. Nothing. He still more than half expects someone to be in the hallway when he eases the door open, but to his relief, the hall remains empty. He can hear the rise and fall of Roman's and Patton's voices further down the hall, but that's about it. He turns the other way. He has business down here, as far away from Roman and Patton as he can get.

"Dee?" He calls softly through his boyfriend's door. "Are you in there?"

Silence greets him. Virgil hesitates, then tries the door, surprised when it opens easily under his hand. Not willing to press his luck any further, he slips inside, eyes scanning the cozy yellow confines for any sign of Janus.

A pale yellow snake lies curled up on Janus's pillow, tiny black hat set jauntily on his head, and Virgil sighs, crossing the room and settling on the bed next to his boyfriend's shifted form.

"Today was pretty scary, huh," Virgil says, trying to sound calm, like he didn't feel like puking up even the memory of breakfast. "You were brave as hell, you know. Telling the others your name. Revealing yourself. Showing Thomas the importance of self care. You actually got through to him. I haven't been able to like that in I dunno how long." He picks at a stray thread on his jeans. "I uh, I heard what happened. I'm sorry, Janus."

"I'm sorry, too," comes Janus's threadbare whisper. When Virgil glances over, Janus is himself again, crumpled in on himself and holding onto both elbows. Janus looks up, mismatched eyes glassy.

"I didn't mean to say that," Janus croaks. "At the end, I-"

"Roman kind of deserved it," Virgil says. Janus looks at him in confusion.

"Remus isn't evil," Janus clarifies. "He just is. I just said it that way because I knew it would hurt Roman and I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have used Remus that way."

"I'm sure you can talk it out later," Virgil offers. Janus remains quiet for a moment, nodding.

"I feel like I've been run over by a cement mixer," Janus admits. "How did you know that I was, well-"

"I could feel it," Virgil says. "I- I'm glad I could. So I could be here with you." A ghost of a smile traces Janus's lips.

"Storm cloud, that's gay," Janus says. Virgil lightly shoves his shoulder.

"I am gay," he says. "Wanna cuddle?" Janus nods, lying back on the bed and curling into Virgil's warmth.

"Thank you," Janus says, his voice muffled by Virgil's hoodie. "Sorry I was a literal snake this time."

"You make a cute snake, but I think you're cuter like this," Virgil says. "Besides, when you're a snake, I can't kiss you properly." Janus smirks at him.

"Prove it," he says. Virgil leans down and does his level best.

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universe-n-3276 · 4 years ago

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Carrying the Moon

Chapter 18

"I can't believe you're making us doing this, just a week before the wedding." "It's not my fault if our shitty landlord got pissed and kicked us out."

It was early March when Jens and Lucas had decided to start looking for a new, larger apartment. They were no longer students and could afford a house that was bigger than a studio. Things had moved very quickly when a flat in Sander and Robbe's building was vacated, and the two boys had immediately rented it. The problems arose when Jens and Lucas told their old landlord that they were leaving. He was so furious that had given them three days to pack their stuff and return the apartment as they had found it. Thus, at that moment, a week before Robbe and Sander's wedding, the four of them (and Hero, of course), were clearing out the small studio together. Robbe and Jens were packing everything up, while Sander and Lucas were painting the walls.

"You don't seem sad to leave, Luc." "Why should I be?" "You got tons of memories here with Jens. It was your first home together." "I share those memories with Jens, who is my home. These four walls are just... walls."

Lucas kept painting the wall, as if he hadn't just said out loud the sweetest thing ever, while Sander looked at him chuckling, thinking about how much his best friend had changed for the better. Hearing that sentence, Jens walked over to Lucas and hugged him tightly. It was nice to hear him talk in that way about their relationship, after all, they had been through during the previous year. Things were back to normal, maybe they were even better than before, now that they had learned to communicate.

"Jens! I have paint all over my clothes. You’ll get dirty." "I don't care."

The boy smiled and pressed his lips to Lucas's, preventing him from arguing. Robbe and Sander gave each other a knowing look, while Hero ran to his uncles, hugging their legs, wanting to be included in that little moment of affection. * It was almost dark outside when they finished carrying the last load of boxes to the new apartment, while the paint was drying. Lucas looked around, with a satisfied expression on his face and smiled.

"This place was trash, but it turned out so cute, eventually. Imagine what I can do with the new apartment." "Sooner or later Robbe and I are going to ask for your help." "Really? I'd be honored."

Taking turns, Lucas and Sander washed themselves in the small bathroom, then wore clothes without paint stains on them, and once finished changing, they found Robbe, Jens, and Hero waiting for them to leave together. Their faces looked tired, but it was understandable since they also had to take care of the child.

"There you are! We’re still on time to hand back the keys to that monstrous man. Let's go."

Lucas put on his beanie and jacket, collected his belongings, and walked out the front door, following Sander and Robbe, who had stopped just past the threshold, to wait for him and Jens. Hero was in his papa's arms and kept yawning adorably. "Hey, baby Hero! I can't wait to see you every day. Jens, c'mon, we're gonna be late." "Lucas, turn around." "Why, did I forget someth-"

When the boy turned around, he saw Jens still in the apartment, kneeling, with a small box in his hand, from which a silver ring peeped out. Lucas gave him a huge smile, as joyful tears were already filling his blue eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening. He didn't feel he deserved it after what he had put Jens through last year, so he had even stopped talking about it a long time before. Lucas slowly approached his boyfriend, still totally incredulous, and reached out to gently caress his cheek.

"We had a plan. Remember? During our first year of university, when you left for Utrecht, and we broke up, I told you how I had always imagined things would go between us, and then, when we got back together, you told me, you wanted that life too. " "We were supposed to live together in the smallest and shittiest flat for a few years, and then you were supposed to..."

Lucas recited those words by heart, not daring to continue. How could he forget that message? He'd reread it so many times, with his eyes full of tears when he and Jens were no longer together, and over the years he'd always checked it back to see if what he was doing, met all the items on that list. It was his compass, and the fact that it was the same for Jens filled his heart with joy. Despite the quarrels and breakups, they were truly soulmates.

"I was supposed to ask you to marry me, yes. I'm glad you remember. That list is one of the most precious memories I have, and I hope we can make happen everything written on it. We met at 14, but the day my life changed forever, was that day at the skate-park. I remember you were sad because you lost the train to get to your mama in Utrecht. We were sitting next to each other, and I finally got the courage to hold your hand. You immediately snuggled to my side, as if it was the most natural thing to you. I wanted to be that close, for the rest of my life. I know you remember that day, I know you also remember the secrets we told. That day you became my best friend, Lucas, because I felt free to be myself, all of myself, for the first time. I want to spend the rest of my life with my best friend, and I wanna die with you at 150 years old while holding your hand. So, Lucas van der Heijden, will you marry me?" "Yes, yes, yes."

Jens stood up and Lucas immediately threw himself into his arms, making their lips collide, completely forgetting about the ring, which ended up on the floor. Jens lifted him, and the other wrapped his legs around his waist. They looked at each other for a few seconds, laughing through their tears, both a little incredulous at what had just happened. A little more in love, than they were five minutes before. When Hero saw the faces of his uncles filled with tears, fearing that they were both in pain, he began to sob. Sander and Robbe started laughing because their baby was ruining one of their best friends' most romantic moments, and it was absolutely comical. Robbe was able to catch his breath first, trying to console Hero as best he could.

"Baby, don't cry. Everything’s fine." "Boo-boo." "I know it sounds weird, but I promise they are not hurt. Look, they are both smiling!"

Meanwhile, Jens had put Lucas down and retrieved the ring from the floor, finally putting it on his fiance’s finger. Lucas watched him for a moment. He wanted to pinch himself. What he was experiencing couldn't be real. He couldn't be that lucky. The boy looked up at Jens who had the most beautiful smile painted on his face, and kissed him on the lips, giving him one last hug, before taking his hand and dragging him to the child who was still crying his eyes out.

"Don't worry, Hero. We’re never been happier in our life. Come here and hug your uncles."

* After congratulating the happy couple, Sander, Robbe, and Hero returned home. The child was so tired and nervous that making him feel comfortable, during the drive back, had been a nightmare. It was almost eight in the evening, and usually, by then, he was already in bed. Robbe held Hero in his arms, while Sander was searching for the key to open the front door.

"They were so cute. I've never seen Jens so happy." "But my proposal was better, right?" "I don't know, I mean, Jens got on his knee."

"I’m sorry if I was so nervous I couldn't stand!" "If you say so."

Robbe threw a skeptical look at Sander but then smiled, passing him by and entering the house. He put Hero on the floor and began to take off his jacket, when something unusual caught his attention, making him frown.

"Baby, did you left the lights on?" "No, I didn't."

Sander immediately became more alert, hearing noises coming from inside the apartment. He had never dealt with such a situation, or at least, this was the first time he found himself being the adult who had to manage it. He took his phone from his pocket, ready to call the police if necessary.

"Maybe it's your mama." "I'll go check inside. You stay here with Hero."

Before Robbe could add something to object, a person came out of the kitchen, and for the boys, it was like seeing a ghost. Their worst nightmare was standing in front of them, even though nothing was threatening on the girl's face. On the contrary, she was smiling, clearly embarrassed by that situation. Robbe instinctively took Hero in his arms, hugging him and Sander stood in front of both of them as if to protect his family.

"Hi." "Charlotte, what are you doing here? You scared us." "I'm sorry, I still had my key, and I knew you were living here, but I needed a place to stay while I'm back."

The girl shifted her gaze to Robbe, and then, hesitantly, allowed herself to look at the child who was staring at her. Charlotte shook her head, thinking of all those stories about the bond between a mother and his child. If she had seen that baby walk casually down the street, she probably wouldn't have even recognized him. It was as if the newborn, she had left, over a year ago, and the baby in front of her wasn't even the same person. She smiled because from the way the little boy was holding on tight to Robbe, Charlotte realized that blood ties are nothing if they are not nurtured every day, with love and affection. She had given birth to that child, yet they were two strangers, however, Robbe, who didn’t share a tiny part of his DNA with him, was everything for that kid.

"He grew up so much. He looks just like you, Sander." "That’s what everyone says." "Robbe, please, you don’t have to hold him that way, I won’t try to steal him." "I'm sorry, but this is just too weird. I’ll let you and Sander talk. Hero needs to eat and bathe."

Robbe took Hero away, and Charlotte waved at him, receiving the same gesture in return from the baby, who was still looking at her with curiosity, as he was sucking on his pacifier. The two disappeared into the kitchen, and the girl kept looking in that direction until Sander's voice brought her back to reality.

"Let's go to the living room, so we can sit."

The twins walked side by side to the living room. The silence between them was strangely embarrassing, and for both of them, it was something new. They were used to share everything and to understand each other quickly, even without the need to speak, but at that moment, there was an invisible wall keeping them apart. Neither of them found the other familiar. The way the other talked and moved, it was all new. Nearly two years apart had done much more, than 22 years together. They sat on opposite sides of the sofa and peered at each other, both uncertain about how to start the conversation, they both had imagined so many times.

"Why you're here, Charlotte?" "I wanted to see you before your wedding. I didn’t want to ruin your big day." "Ruin? What do you mean?"

The boy frowned, immediately feeling anxious for those words, and his sister noticed it and nodded as if she had expected such a reaction.

"Calm down, Sander. I just didn't want to appear during the ceremony and make you worry all the time. You should focus on Robbe that day." "I guess, thank you for being so thoughtful then... and for coming back for my wedding." "I promised you, I would be here."

Charlotte instinctively moved her hand closer to her brother's but withdrew it immediately. Sander was still suspicious, and the girl didn't want to force anything, especially because she wanted to explain her reasons, without escalating the discussion. She tried to appear calm, but she had never felt so anxious in front of Sander. During the return trip on the plane, she had made sure to prevent her mind from going in that direction, to avoid spiraling, but it had been difficult.

"I know, but after that letter, everything changed between us." "It wasn’t because of the letter, it was because of what you did." "I had to." "You didn’t ask about my feelings, though. I didn’t want to be a mother. Not at 22 and alone. But leaving him was still so hard for me, Sander. Do you know why I couldn't touch him? Because I knew, if I did, I wouldn't be able to give him up for adoption. I loved him so much. I felt him grow inside of me. I felt butterflies in my belly every time he moved. He kept me alive when Max left me. I owe him so much."

Sander sighed, trying to put himself in his sister's shoes, but failing. Hearing all those romantic lines coming out of her mouth, made him even angrier. He didn't understand how she could have left him. How anyone could even think of letting go of that perfect child, he had loved to death from the very first moment.

"But you left him, eventually, and I couldn’t. Even if I didn’t feel him grow inside of me. I just couldn't, Charlotte. When I hold him, I know I did the right thing. I can't imagine my life being any different. You loved him, yes, but I love him every day, he’s my son, and Robbe’s, of course."

Although Sander's tone sounded harsh, Charlotte was relieved to hear those words. She had always feared that his brother wanted to keep the baby with him, only because he felt compelled to do so. She was afraid that, because of her, he was wasting his youth forever. He was sacrificing his life, fighting a cause that wasn't his own.

"So you didn’t regret anything." "I do regret ruining our relationship, and a couple of other things." "I miss you. Everyday. And if you’re worried about me trying to take away your son, don’t be. I don’t know if I can handle this situation, but I won’t ever do something so awful to you. I’d rather stay away from you forever, than hurt you and Robbe in that way. "

Sander leaned his back against the sofa, suddenly more relaxed. The weight, that had been compressing his chest for nearly two years, had dissolved instantly, after what his sister had said. He no longer had to worry about someone taking Hero away from him and Robbe. He wanted to run to his fiance and share the news, but he decided to wait a few more moments. He smiled gratefully, looking at his sister in the eyes.

"This is the best wedding gift I could ask for." "Me staying away from you?" "What? No." "I was kidding, Sander." "I'm happy my silly Charlotte is back."

Sander closed the distance that separated them and hugged Charlotte for the first time in two years, realizing how much he had missed her, and what it had cost him to be constantly angry with her. It had been two years of restless sleep nights, and anxious stomach aches, which he had only been able to overcome thanks to Robbe's calming presence in his life. But at that moment, he felt as if everything had been blown away, like when after a long pouring rain night, the sun shines again on a new day.

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#wtfock #wtfock fic #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #sobbe #drijzermans #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #van der stoffels #carrying the moon #chapter 18

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lizzienaut · 4 years ago

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28, 32, 40, 43 ;D

muah muah i love you <33

28: A description of the person I dislike the most god there’s too many people to choose from ill do a small list in no particular order then ;O - round, but buff. uses dark humor way too much. uses the n-word while being the whitest white you possibly could. uses literally every other slur under the sun, too. uses women as sex objects. can’t take no for an answer. likes to play the victim, and likes to constantly remind you of everything you’ve ever done wrong. likes to tell guys to avoid you because you broke up with him and accuses you of using people for your own romantic gain. can’t count on him for shit. small brain - tall, skinny stoner that i’ve known since 7th grade that was recently accused of sexual assault,, who has also asked me to have a threesome with him and his girlfriend while i was crying alone in the cafeteria - wolf-girl who physically/verbally abused me and legitimately tried to murder me - stupid dumb stoner woman who GOT ME IN TROUBLE BECAUSE SHE CHEATED OFF MY TEST IM STILL NOT OVER THIS IT MAKES ME SO UPSET - stupid dumb stoner woman 2 electric boogaloo who was the shittiest best friend ever !!!!!! sided with the first person and said i hurt people on purpose!!!! hurt my feelings a whole damn lot!!!!!!!!

this is my hit list i have personal vendettas against all of these people also im sorry this was kinda dark hgkhvgjhk

32: What words upset me the most i remember every mean thing anybody has ever said to me so like there's a lot jabs at my weight hurt the most jokes about me being stupid are kinda starting to get to me too cause my memory is getting even worse n im struggling with math-related things and i just :’)))))))))))) pain i feel stupid saying that though haha stupid

40: Who I wish I could be somebody who doesn’t struggle with mental health + body image issues i like being me i just wanna like myself, yknow?

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately the babe who sent me this ask ;)) smooch smooch

#these answers were DARK im sorry omg #imagine airing out your mental health issues + past trauma on tumblr #haha cringe #couldnt b me #hsdojgds #boyf <33 #ivenakaloser #liz peeps™

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twoidiotwriters1 · 5 years ago

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Starcrossed Losers VIII (Josh Wheeler xReader)

A/N: Listen, I’m not saying my heart hurts every time I write their shitty talks, but I really need a hug right now. I’m too soft. Also, you guys prefer short chapters or long chapters? cause I have a 6k draft and idk if I should divide it into two parts or post it like that lmaoo

Words: 3,782

Warnings: Uh, sadness and we get a sort of graphic death scene. Alex has a gun to get rid of ghoulies so that’s also a thing ig?? The fluff might suffocate you.

Previous chapter // Next chapter

I bet you’re not surprised. This whole story started with me telling you that my life changed because of Josh. I guess is not a shocker to find out I didn’t leave the mall. Although the circumstances must’ve been surprising right? No? Okay then, party poopers. I’ll keep going with my narration:

“Where is he?”

“Still on the carrousel,” Angelica tells me, “he’s been there since last night”

“You keep giving him the slime?”

“Yes, I also make sure he eats it”

“Well, at least he’s eating something,” I sigh, “I don’t get it, where do you found her body again?”

Wesley coughs, he’s laying on the couch in front of me, so I can’t see his face but I can hear his voice:

“The middle of the street, close to a parking lot”

“Close to Cheeramazon territory?”

“No, no one lives there.”

“What was she doing there?”

“Maybe she was looking for Josh,” Offers Angelica, “you and Josh were loners, Sam could’ve been one too, only that she wasn’t lucky”

“Maybe”

I think about it for a moment, Sam and Josh were sorta dating when all this happened, they fought and she wants to fix things but she’s alone and things get out of control. It’s an awful thought, yet possible.

“Why didn’t you tell me when you got back?” I ask them, “you seemed okay when I talked to you...”

“You were happy to see us back with the medicines,” Wesley retorts, “we didn’t want to ruin your mood. I know we did it anyway the next morning but at least you got to sleep better that night, right?”

“I suppose,” I sink further in the bed.

That afternoon I tell Angelica that I’ll take the slime to Josh and a small cup of the instant chicken soup I had on my bag. He’s laying on the floor, his eyes are closed, however, I know he’s not sleeping. I know cause I’ve seen the way he looks when he sleeps.

Okay, that sounded creepy. Ignore that I said that.

I walk up to him and kick his leg softly. He opens his eyes and looks over at me.

“Time to eat,” I put the bowl with slime next to his head and the chicken soup next to it, then I sit on his right. Josh gets up and takes the first bowl between his hands.

“I’m getting real’ tired of the taste,” His voice is low, hurting.

“You should’ve thought of that before cutting off your finger” I reply.

“I was preoccupied thinking about not becoming a Ghoulie.”

“Right,” I smile softly, “how are you feeling?”

“Like crap,” He looks at me briefly before putting his attention back on the slime, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay,” I change my position so I’m facing him completely, “I just want you to know that I get it. You don’t have to tell me anything but I know how you feel.”

He looks up again and this time his eyes remain on me, curiosity pouring through them.

“Your sister?”

“My sister, my parents, my best friend...” I sigh, “it’s all the same at the end if I’m honest”

“What do you mean?”

“My sister...” I explain, “I didn’t know exactly how old you had to be to turn into a ghoulie, so part of me was expecting to see her fine. Once I lived through that nightmare, everything else just felt... numb.”

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“You sure this is the right hall?”

“Yes, Alex. Now stop talking before another horde of Ghoulies run our way.”

“That was one time and it was an accident!”

“Everything bad that happens to us because of your impulsiveness is always an accident according to you,” I reply sternly, “here...”

I point to the door on our left, my hands shaking.

“You ready?” Alex asks, holding the door’s handle.

“No,” I yelp, “I have to do it anyway...”

“Should I?”

“Open the door.”

Alex complies. It’s too dark to tell if there’s someone inside the dorm, I step in, with the boy following suit, too scared to talk. I pull out my phone and turn on the flashlight.

“...Katie?”

Something moves under the covers of the bed. We jump back and the light trembles thanks to my own nerves. I decide to reach for the bed.

“Y/N...” Alex whispers beside me, “I don’t feel good about this.”

“Shh!” I look back at him, annoyed, “Maybe she’s hurt!”

I grab the covers tightly. For the first time in ten years, I want Alex to be wrong.

“It’s me, Vinchi,” I whisper at the figure, “Katie..?”

There’s a loud screech, then all I can see it’s a bloody face over mine with a set of familiar brown eyes. Katie scratches my arms and face, she pushes my head up so my neck is exposed and bites me. Hard. I scream and twitch under her, crying in pain. Then I hear a loud thud and her body slams against the bed’s frame.

I straighten up and put a hand over the bite, she didn’t get to tear off skin, but there’s plenty of blood and it’ll leave a scar. Katie is standing up again when Alex helps me to get on my feet.

“She’s gone, Y/N,” He tells me, but I can’t bring myself to believe him.

“No, not her. She’s young,” I insist, fighting to get out of his grip, “she’s just scared!”

“Look at what she did to you! She’s dangerous Y/N, we have to leave!”

“I can’t leave her!” I scream, “She’s my sister, I can’t leave her like this!”

“We can’t take her with us, she’s a Ghoulie!”

Katie attack us again, but this time I kick her before she gets to touch us. She crashes against the desk and the chair falls beside her. Katie’s on her knees when I jump into action and grab the chair, lifting it up and hitting her head with all my strenght.

“Fuck!” I tear up, “Why you?!”

I hit her at least twelve times. I was crying the whole time, the bite in my neck was pulsating and my hands felt stiff and soar from holding onto the chair like my life depended on it. I was angry and devastated, I just wanted all to be over soon.

I couldn’t recognize her face afterwards. I thought that was good, cause then it wasn’t her. Unfortunately, my brain didn’t have the same opinion. I do know that was my sister. I can’t forget.

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“Although I did forget her last words,” I tell Josh, “actually, I think she turned into a Ghoulie in her sleep and I don’t know if that’s the reason why she wasn’t talking but I hope so, cause I don’t remember if she say something before I killed her.”

“Shit,” The soup is probably cold by now, but he’s not really paying attention to what he’s eating, “Do you really have... uh, you know, where she bit you?”

I pull the collar of my shirt to reveal the scar.

“I’m not self-conscious about it,” I say before he even asks, “if anything, this is sort of like the last thing I have left from my sister.”

“That’s a pretty dark thought,” He replies with worry.

“Is it?” I tilt my head, “yeah, I think you’re right.”

“You must’ve bled a lot... How did you get out?”

“I wasn’t alone, remember?” I let go of my shirt so my scar is covered again, “Alex was there”

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“We need to get somewhere safe so I can help you with the bite,” Alex rasps as he pushes a Ghoulie down the main stairs.

“The blood will attract them, Al. You have to leave me.”

“No.”

He grabs my arm tightly and practically drags me outside the building towards our car. It’s surrounded by Ghoulies but he pulls out his gun and shots as many as he can reach on his first try.

Alex didn’t know how to use a gun before the nuke, he learned fast cause the circumstances were asking for it. He quickly became accostumed and I made sure to always have enough bullets in case of an emergency.

“We need to leave now!”

I get inside the car, holding tightly my wound. Alex drives back to town as fast as he can, none of us has said a word, Katie’s body still present in our minds.

“There’s bandages on the back seat.”

“I know,” I reply without moving, “I told you to leave me behind.”

“You’re my best friend, I can’t do that”

“What if I turn into a Ghoulie?”

“We saw how Phillip got bitten and he was okay afterwards.”

Alex stops near Glendale when he offers a new plan.

“What if we don’t come back?”

“What?”

“Let’s get out of here,” Alex turns on his seat to look at me, “we have nothing but crappy memories of this place, we could make a whole new life outside... together”

I stay silent for what it feels like ages, my friend waits uneasy.

“Y/N?”

“That’s a bad idea,” I open the door and get out.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting my stuff,” I open the back door and grab my two bags, “I’m leaving”

“Where?”

“Home.”

“You wanna go back?” Now he’s also out of the car, “To Glendale? The shittiest town you could live in right now?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the shittiest”

“You know what I mean,” Alex grabs my wrist softly, but it’s enough to further my annoyance, “we could travel, never settle down in one place... and there’s literally no adults to tell us we can’t”

“That’s all you can think of?” I ask in rage, “our parents where also part of the adults, our families just died. I- for fucks sake, Alex, I just had to kill my sister!”

“I know that!” He replies in the same tone, “I was there! Both times! And both times I got you out of trouble!”

“Jesus, thank you so much for shooting my dad in the face, Alex. I don’t know why I never thanked you for that.”

“That wasn’t your father anymore,” He lets go of me, “ Why are you so upset about it, I saved your life!”

“Because they were my fucking parents!” I drop the bags on the floor, “It’s not my fault if you don’t care about how yours are probably eating european kids right now, is not my fault that your parents left you alone even before the explosion!”

I see how his expression changes and I don’t deserve to feel sad cause I did that on purpose, I couldn’t stay with him after what I had done. To me, that whole experience had taught one thing: Staying with someone would only increase the posibilities of dying or killing against my will. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to do that a second time. Besides, nothing felt right anymore, I wasn’t the same, my life wasn’t the same, I didn’t want to get hurt or to accidentally hurt someone innocent. I had to remain alone.

We had ran out of chances. We simply weren’t a good team anymore. Forcing ourselves to work it out cause we didn’t have anyone else was cruel and unfair to both of us, it would only slow us down.

“You know what?” Alex steps back, his eyes colder than ever, “You’re right. I don’t have to waste my time trying to convince a coward.”

Two could play the same game, I thought as my heart stung at his words, I deserve what he’s telling me. I am scared, I am a running away. I’m a coward.

“Leave me alone,” I reply, picking up my things and walking away.

“Have a good life, Y/N.”

You’d think that when someone means something to you for a long period of time the goodbye has to be something epic. Their last words won’t be dull and you’ll get to hug them one last time.

It didn’t happen at all. I walked back to Glendale while he drive away and that was it. I was permanently broken, staying with him would’ve been a constant reminder of how nothing would ever work out the way I wanted.

So I just let him go.

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“And back in Glendale where I had no one,” I exhale, now both of us laying on the floor, “I had one place to stay. I knew the jocks had taken over the school so I got in without being noticed. Mona Lisa never questioned how did I get there but since I never caused her problems she let me stay and used me as some sort of janitor.”

“And you let her treat you like that?”

“She didn’t mistreat me,” I frown, “I guess she couldn’t care less about me. There were bigger targets to fry. That’s when they started to kill kids.”

“And you decided to live on your own,” Josh states.

“My parent’s house was still in one piece and although their bodies were there, it was easier to just drag them out than to look somewhere else to live,” I add, “it was hard at first, but once I got the hang of it I never thought about going back with the Jocks or with my old friends.”

“And why did you leave that place?”

“It got destroyed. The mutant dog, a giant...”

“A giant pug,” He finishes at the same time.

I turn my head, staring intently.

“The pug attacked you too?” I smile.

“I had this dope mansion at the other side of town,” He replies with nostalgia, “it was great. I went back one night and found the pug in the garage. It wasn’t safe anymore, so I couldn’t stay.”

“Stupid pug,” I shake my head, “we should go out one day and hunt it.”

“My dad showed me how to hunt, you know?” Josh mentions, “all the survival things I know...”

“Is he..?”

“Yeah. It happened before the nuke,” He turns his head to me, “the same day, just hours before the explosion.”

“Really?”

“Shitty, right?”

“Life tends to be like that,” I feel the back of his hand against mine. I fight the need to inch closer, “we learn from it, I guess”

“What could we learn from something like that?” He frowns, “that no matter what we do, people we love is always going to die?”

“They way I see it, it’s all for a reason,” I reply calmly, “if my sister hadn’t turned into a Ghoulie, right now I’d be traveling around the country with Alex and her. You and I wouldn’t have run into each other, and maybe you would’ve died after cutting your finger. That would’ve sucked, right?”

“I... guess. Yeah,” He stares at me intently, “that would have sucked.”

I feel a familiar warmth creeping up my chest and I try to push it down.

“Or maybe not,” I squeak, “maybe we’re just randomly running around like headless chickens and I’m bullshitting you just to make you feel better and-”

He pushes a strand of hair away from my face and I freeze.

“You ramble a lot,” Josh smirks, “either way, it kind of worked. I think.”

“You think?” I ask, “you’re easy to cheer up”

“Or I just really like talking to you” He jokingly offers.

“Who wouldn’t? According to you, I’m the coolest loser in town,” Josh snorts at my comeback.

“You definitely are a loser,” the boy agrees.

Before I can help it, his hand is holding mine, he gives it a light squeeze.

“You should stop being so caring, though,” He continues, “I’m running out of ways to thank you”

“I’m curious to find out how creative you can get, to be honest,” I grin, “you’ll have to start giving me offerings”

“What, you’re naming yourself the goddess of the mall now?”

“Bitch, I might,” I straighten up, still holding his hand, “I think I would do a great job as a deity.”

“Hey, losers-” Angelica stops talking when she sees us laying on the ground, “Oh, come on. Wesley! Josh’s depression got to Y/N and now both of them are moping!”

“I’m not moping,” I counter, standing up and letting go of the boy’s hand, “we were just talking. And I was about to leave, anyway.”

“You were?” Josh asks, sitting up hastily, “Now?”

I stare at him in confusion for his outburst, until I realize he thinks I’m talking about leaving the mall for good.

“Not the mall,” I correct nervously, “I’m not leaving. I mean, at least not right now. I’m just leaving this hall.”

“Oh,” His shoulders relax, “when are you leaving the mall, then?”

“Yeah, Y/N?” Angelica smiles knowingly, “When?”

“Undecided,” I glare at the young girl, “I figured this place isn’t so bad after all and you guys need me. I’m safe. It’s better if I don’t go.”

“That’s cool!” Josh smiles, “I’ll get you a notebook...”

I laugh, starting to walk away with Angelica.

“Whatever you want, Wheeler.”

As I’m walking, I feel Angelica’s stare burning holes in me.

“What now?” I sigh, stopping in front of her.

“Nothing,” She shrugs, “I was thinking”

“You do that all the time,” I cross my arms, “Is this about your crazy idea of forming a new tribe? Cause you can forget it, I’m not staying for that long.”

“You and Josh...” She mentions innocently.

“Me and Josh, what?” I ask harshly.

“You seem to be getting along.”

“We’re the only ones in this mall that never got on our nerves, you mean,” I reply sarcastically, “don’t even try to talk me into your crazy plans.”

“I’m just saying,” She gives me her best, innocent smile, “he was in a better mood! It’s clear that you have chemistry...”

“You just found Sam’s body,” I reply in a hurried whisper, “Josh is grieving and I’m only trying to help him cope. You’re out of your mind if you think this means I’ll try to get in his pants.”

I turn around to leave, Angelica surely is frustrated cause I decided to not listen to her insinuations. Josh and I are not a thing. Simply cause I say so.

Nighttime is upon us and I’m on the second floor killing time, going left to right on my new pair of skates to loosen them up so I feel comfortable in them. I have earphones on and the music distracts me from the annoying silence that falls on this place when no one is up. Or when I think no one is up.

Soon enough, I’m proved wrong by Josh. He walks straight into my practice and all I can do is lessen my speed before I crash against him.

“Shit!” He catches me with his injured hand and holds to the railing with the other.

We end up in this ‘prince-charming-catches-the-damsel-before-hitting-the-ground’ position that is more embarrassing than romantic. I try to stand up on my own but the wheels keep making me trip and Josh holds my waist firmly, pulling me up and helping me stay still.

Seriously?

How many times are we gonna fall into each other’s arms like it’s a soap opera?

Josh says something but I signaled him to stop and I take my earphones off.

“Uhm, thanks for catching me. Sorry for almost killing you this time. What were you saying?”

“I said that you need to start watching where you’re going,” He snickers.

“Rude,” I scoff, “but really, you needed something?”

“Oh, I-uh...” He plays with his bandages, lost in thought. I want to stop him cause it could ruin them, "The things you told me today... I know it's hard to talk about it. I appreciate that you trust me and I... I keep thinking about this thing, and I wanted to ask you something about Alex"

“Oh,” Oh. Do I give myself away that easily? “What about him?”

“You had a thing with him, right?” Fuck. Give me a break, won’t you?

“I, uh-I mean, I never really...” I ramble, then I notice that he’s holding back a shy laugh and I just shake my head miserably, “it’s a long story”

"Well, I don’t get it,” He sits on the bench next to us and pulls me with him so I sit with him, “Why didn’t you say yes? He offered you a new life to do whatever you wanted, Why not going?”

“Cause I didn’t want a new life. I wanted the old one,” I shrug, “after the nuke I understood that no amount of freedom would ever give me the peace that being on my own could give me. It was better. That way I don’t exist for the rest of the world.”

“Sorry for ruin your plan,” He passes a hand through his hair in an anxious manner, “I didn’t know...”

“Exactly, you didn’t. So don’t apologize for something you didn’t do on purpose”

We stay silent for a second, then Josh speaks up again, this time with a shy demeanor.

“You exist for me now,” He replies in all honesty, his eyes have a strange gloom on them, “and even if you leave, you’ll exist in my head. I don’t think I’ll be able to forget about you this time. You're the girl that saved my life after all.”

That is the sweetest thing someone’s said to me in a long time and I can’t believe it had to be Josh Wheeler the one saying it. How dare he?

“I only wanted you to know that you’re not alone, so I told you my story. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable or...” I start to apologize, but he quickly interrupts me.

“It didn’t. Things didn’t go as planned but you’re right. I think they’re going to get better... eventually, I hope.”

“If you ever want to talk about your dad... you don’t have to,” I nudge him gently, “but if you ever want to talk about him or someone else, I’m here. I’m with you.”

“I know,” Josh smiles softly, “I’m with you too. And I’m glad I crashed into you in that alley,” He jokes.

I don’t know what to answer back. Am I happy or am I resentful because he dragged me into this madness? Was my life going as good as I’m trying to picture it? I honestly don’t know.

All I know is that I like being friends with Josh Wheeler and he’s glad he met me. Nothing else. No romantic feelings at all from any side. Just as it should be.

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lovelyirony · 5 years ago

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Hello friend! I'm in a mood and just feel like reading something sad. Could you pretty please maybe write some sad winteriron? Maybe something to do with terminal illness but it's up to you!

Being human means that there are many things that could happen to you and you can’t help it.

Like cancer.

Or being hit by a bus.

Maybe a heart condition that you didn’t know about until you were thirty-two, had weird chest pains, and then found you didn’t have genetic testing done and neither parent told you about any extensive medical history because they both were estranged from the family.

Okay. That was specific.

But Tony was laying in a hospital bed and the doctors told him that he wouldn’t live past forty and he would die of heart failure.

He feels like he should be hit harder by this. He only has eight years left to live. He shouldn’t be in his kitchen making eggs, he should probably be hysterically calling Rhodey and Pepper and Happy and asking them about funeral arrangements and what he’s going to do and quite possibly if spending the extra money to get the executive suite at the fancy hotel in Switzerland is worth it.

Except he doesn’t want to.

Death is a messy process. Not for him, they assured him of that. But everyone asks you questions and your loved ones. You have to figure out where to bury someone if they didn’t do it beforehand. Sometimes you have debates about cremation. Other times about how much you want to spend on a casket.

He really doesn’t want to look at Rhodey or Pepper or Happy when they talk about that because he knows that their faces will break into tears and he will see the tear tracks when they go home to their houses and cry some more.

Nonsense.

If he can hide it, then he will. He doesn’t want to be a bother, it would be...unfortunate.

Besides. He’s lonely at the top, and there’s no climbing back down the mountain. He won’t pull a Scrooge and get visited by three ghosts.

So he lives.

He pulls some risky moves, but nothing that makes Pepper have the “are you up to something serious that could potentially cause my midlife crisis to go off-schedule” talk.

Again.

He donates more money to charities and helps people pay off medical bills and walks around New York late at night to wonder why he’s going to die in eight or maybe even seven years instead of the proposed twenty to thirty. (What? He wasn’t going to be too generous, he knew himself.)

Tony wonders sometimes if he will meet someone and they will make him want to live so much more than he can. It will be like those romantic dramas with rainfall and hair plastered to foreheads and passionate kisses that leave some of the older women teary-eyed and wishing that their husband would do something like that.

But he’s a genius, so he knows statistics like the back of his hand.

There will be no one.

Eight turns into seven. He celebrates by getting absolutely slammed on New Year’s Eve and wakes up to the shittiest radio station blaring. He’s pretty sure they’re playing Maroon 5, which fucking ugh.

New Year, new resolutions. He doesn’t bother to make one.

“Why not? You usually make a joke one,” Rhodey says.

“We are all going to die,” Tony answers. “Why make a resolution if I don’t want to? If I were to die in a year, it wouldn’t really matter.”

“Okay Lord Byron,” Rhodey says, rolling his eyes. “You want Hot Topic giftcards for your birthday? Huh?”

Tony laughs.

Rhodey always knows how to make him laugh.

Tony doesn’t know how he’s going to make Rhodey laugh when he’s dead. So that’s a breaking point where he stares at the wall and starts to write random memories down, like the time they snuck up onto a hotel’s roof to see the city wake up and the wind chapped their lips and Tony swore that he’d never leave Rhodey.

Except he is.

And he realizes that he needs to let Pepper and Rhodey and Happy know that he loves them a lot. So he starts the letters.

He writes a letter to Pepper to remind her about how much she regrets getting light blue nail polish every single time she gets a manicure, and she should never get it. (Yes, even for a wedding she’s in, get something, anything other than that.)

He writes a letter to Happy that is basically just wondering about how they can troll asshole celebrities that they know. He doesn’t know, but maybe he will find some dirt so that if Happy ever falls on dire times, he will have some extra cash flow coming in. Not that Tony would let that happen, but say Happy ever did. Maybe someone stole his bank information. Who knows what will happen in seven or six years.

Summer still sucks. He thinks maybe he’ll like it more, now that he knows that his heart is going to quit. But it still smells like piss and garbage on the streets of New York, people are still blasting shitty music and riding bikes too dangerously, and he still feels gross by two p.m. when he goes outside to face the world.

Not even the treat of shaved ice helps this.

“At least I won’t have to face another one in seven years,” Tony murmurs. “Thank god for that.”

Seven turns into six.

It’s around this time when an attractive redhead shows up at his office, bends down a bit lower than necessary, and Tony gets the feeling that SHIELD should really train their agents a bit better if they want something out of him.

He organizes a meeting with Fury, walks in, and states that they cannot afford him.

“You know that your help would be particularly useful,” Fury says.

“For you to get what?” He asks. “Don’t bullshit me with some answer about compassion. Peggy Carter was kind, but she wasn’t a damned saint.”

“There are new...developments.”

Like the fact that they’ve found Captain America. And Bucky Barnes didn’t fall off into a random ravine, so the four different conspiracy theory documentary videos that Tony watched last year were about five hours of wasted time.

They need somewhere to stay. Fury wants Tony to foot the bill.

“What, can’t ask the government for funding?” Tony asks. “I’m sure if they can up the budget for military every year, that covers Cap and his old pal. Hell, I bet they’ll even open up the champagne fridges.”

“They don’t know about it.”

“And why would that be? Because you’d rather have idols to yourself?”

It’s a low-blow. But Tony agrees to take them in. He just doesn’t want to see them, notably because his father was a bit of a Captain America fan, Tony had had a crush on the former sharpshooter when he was a younger guy, and it was all kinds of messed up.

But he gives them their own little apartment, one of his safehouses.

“This ain’t little,” Steve mutters to himself, unpacking a box of plates. Natasha has been nice enough to show them around and tell them about the changes she finds relevant. She forced them to listen to what she called ‘the goddess of pop’ in the car, and Bucky nearly clawed out the stereo after “Toxic” came on.

“Fuckin’ palace,” Bucky mutters. “Who’s is this?”

“A man in high places,” Natasha answers. “He doesn’t want to be known. Doesn’t exactly play well with others.”

She leaves them be, and there’s so much that has changed. Steve is still looking for any sign of the past he can find in Bucky, and Bucky...

He’s not who he used to be. He doesn’t remember half the shit that Steve does. Perks of having your brain so fried up that you can barely remember your middle name.

They eat together in silence.

“I guess...I guess we have to figure out who we really are,” Steve says. “Because you’re not who I remember, and I’m not...I guess I’m not either.”

Bucky nods.

“Do you reckon we’ll like going out dancing?”

The answer is a strong no, although Steve has to say the drinks have improved a hell of a lot more. He likes the ones that come with the small paper umbrellas. He doesn’t know where they get them, but it gives him an idea for an art project.

Tony doesn’t hear much about the wonder boys. He doesn’t want to, not really. Natasha just says they’re getting more and more adjusted and she has evidence of Steve Rogers going clubbing.

“Oh my god,” Tony groans. “Romanoff, do not.”

“It’s funny.”

“I don’t wanna know.”

“What, you jealous that you’re not dancing with him?”

“Hardly. Blonde and beefy isn’t my type.”

“Then what is?”

“Classified.” Tony answered. “Now, is there anything else you want SHIELD to suck out of me?”

“Well, my manicure funding is getting rather low...”

Tony snorts, but points towards the door.

His chest hurts. It’s been happening. He’s actually gotten used to it. In a way, he’s more concerned when it doesn’t hurt. He went to another specialist. They say his death sentence is signed, even if they don’t word it like that. Here’s how it is usually worded:

“I have a colleague who works at insert-clinic/hospital-here...I can refer you to Dr. So-and-So?”

They can. But it’s another list of referrals of so-and-so’s and clinics and appointments at the most inopportune times.

All for nothing, because Tony knows that he can’t be fixed. The human body sometimes works like a machine. But it’s not one. It’d be like Tony calling a dog a wolf. Similar, but no one wants to bring a wolf into their house as a pet.

He gets a phone call from someone named Deputy Director Hill.

He needs a new arm.

Barnes needs a new arm. Of course he does. Tony should’ve expected that, of course. Hydra isn’t exactly known for revolutionizing prosthetics or being particularly kind to their projects that they work on. So Tony automatically has a one-up.

He gets Barnes to come to this mechanic garage, surrounded by old tin signs and vintage cars that cost more than most of the monthly rent of penthouses in New York.

Bucky does a double-take.

“Howard?”

“I hope not,” Tony answers. “Hop up on the chair for me, please. I’m getting you a new arm.”

“This is fine,” Barnes automatically spouts. Tony can see the damage from here, and can even point out that the arm’s reaction time is probably the worst it has been currently.

“If you want to stick to your Great Depression ideals, then by all means be my guest and go bitch in a grocery store about prices,” Tony responds dryly. “But if you want an arm that’s gonna be actually good, then sit.”

So he does.

Tony looks incredibly similar to his father. But there’s something different about him. Something softer, almost. Bucky didn’t know Howard nearly as well as others did, but he knew that Tony wasn’t his father.

“How are you adjusting to the city?” Tony asks.

"Still the shithole we all know and love,” Bucky swears. “I think the rats got bigger.”

“They did. It’s amusing and horrifying at the same time. You ride the subway yet?”

“Yes and I’ve come to terms with it. Lots of new things to learn about it.”

Barnes’ visits become more frequent. They talk about New York stuff. Tony tells him all about the fun events that have happened that he missed while he was doing time as an icicle.

It’s nice, talking to him. Tony finally has someone who understands fatalistic humor and doesn’t respond with

“That’s scary, Tony.”

“What do you mean?”

Bucky just says “cheers” and decides to tell Tony about the time he nearly died in 1992 because he lost his footing on the Eiffel Tower.

Tony laughs, and laughs harder than he thought he had in a long time.

Six turns into five.

Bucky gets closer, and they have...something. He’s not sure what it is yet, but he knows that they go on breakfast dates most of the time and he knows the coffee orders by heart.

“I think you’ve found someone,” Pepper says, teasing. “Look at you.”

“Yeah, look at me,” Tony murmurs.

He has five years left. That’s plenty of time to date someone and break up, right?

Except.

It’s...wonderful to date Bucky. They go all over, have fun trying the shittiest restaurants in town, and even get Steve to get out more and socialize with the group.

They date and celebrate holidays together and have fun candles and--

Five turns into four.

“Not that bad,” Tony whispers to himself when he’s getting ready for bed.

“What’s not bad?” Bucky asks.

“Nothing, sweetheart,” Tony says. “Just got a new toothpaste.”

They watch It’s a Wonderful Life and Tony can’t really focus, not when he’s thinking about the fact that he still hasn’t picked out a design for his urn.

Not when he realizes that he needs to break up with Bucky and make it a whole big scene so that no one will talk to him. It has to be about two years before the date, he thinks.

He goes to another Dr. So-and-So. They say he might actually have one more year, but who knows.

He doesn’t.

But he wakes up with Bucky every day and they make breakfast, and he thinks that maybe he could tell him? Maybe?

The words get stuck in his mouth.

He can’t.

He meets with his lawyer for the will.

“Why making sudden changes?”

“Just like to shake things up,” Tony says with a smile. “Never know what’s going to happen, right?”

“You are right about that,” the lawyer says. He’s a bit uncomfortable. Tony Stark looks at him like he knows that his life is short and that something else will come up. But it’s not the lawyer’s job to ask if things really are okay, and it’s not like Tony would tell him anyway.

So he makes the changes to the will.

Tony looks at Bucky as he’s napping, face so peaceful.

He can’t ruin that.

#lovelyirony writes #for some reason tumblr never lets me put in a 'read more' link until like after i've done all this shit so here's to hoping this works #winteriron #:(#hope this fits the sad theme anon #tony stark #bucky barnes #rhodey #pepper potts #happy hogan #steve rogers

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graffitifeathers · 6 years ago

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“I’m right where I belong.”

Katsuki jolted awake in a cold sweat, gasping for air as his alarm clock wailed on the bedside table. Relieved to be awake, though he struggled to stop shaking, he prepared himself to get ready for a long ass day at school. Ever since that damn sludge villain ambushed him in that alleyway, he’d suffered from horrible nightmares most nights, often resulting in cold sweats and the aggravating inability to breathe.

With a groan, the boy punched the clock into silence and lurched to a sitting position. With a hefty yawn, Katsuki took his white button-up shirt off the bedpost and carelessly threw it on. The young man’s taut muscles seemed to fight against the confines of the sheer fabric, only to be covered up by a U.A. uniform jacket. His jeans, barely clinging to his waist by a thin leather belt. After finally throwing on a pair of socks, Katsuki headed to the kitchen for some breakfast.

Once Kastuki finished his last slice of toast, he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his school bag, and headed toward the high school. Along the way, he tried his best to shake memories of the sludge villain from his mind. Should he seek professional help to get him over this trauma? No, a pro-hero shouldn’t need a fucking therapist. If Katsuki was gonna be the top hero one day, he’d have to take care of this damn anxiety himself. Besides, that stupid villain was behind bars. Realistically, he had nothing to worry about.

Upon arriving at the door of class 1A, Katsuki took a deep breath and opened the door, only to get bombarded by an onslaught of fucking idiots.

“Hey, Bakugo, you finally made it!” A boy with the shittiest fucking red hair in all of Musutafu, Japan pushed his way through the crowd to greet Katsuki.”What took you so long?” He looked at Katsuki with a slightly concerned look on his face.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” Katsuki now addressed the rest of the students who were crowding the door to greet him.”Now back off.” He practically snarled at them. He wasn’t really interested in interacting with all dumbasses of the class right now, he only wanted to go sit with Eijiro. He always seemed to calm Katsuki’s nerves, whether he could tell or not. Kirishima always gave him this strange, warm, and fuzzy feeling in his chest. Every now and then, Kirishima thought of holding Eijiro’s hand or hugging him, but there was no way he could do that to his only friend. What if he left Katsuki all alone after he found out? That’d crush him.

Katsuki made his way over to a desk next to Kirishima’s and hung out with him till Mr. Aizawa came in to teach his lesson for the day.

About halfway through the day, Katsuki began to think; he was feeling really fucking anxious, and just didn’t wanna go home alone. He could hang out with Deku like back in the day, but why the hell would he hang out with such a fucking nerd? It’d only piss him off more, and make him wanna kill that damn kid. The only other person he could think of was Eijiro.

That’d be nice. Getting some time alone with him, just the two of them hanging out at Katsuki’s place. It’s decided then. He’ll ask Kirishima.

After the last bell of the day rang, Katsuki asked Kirishima if he’d like to come over to his place and play video games and maybe have a few snacks. He felt so comforted as soon as Eijiro’s face lit up and he happily accepted.

On the way home, they talked about pro-heroes, the music they liked and made plans for the game they wanted to play. Katsuki loved seeing how happy Kirishima was. It made him feel like he had butterflies in his stomach though, which he wasn’t all that big on.

When they arrived at Katsuki’s house the T.V. was on. After the boys put down their bags and were about to start playing their game, a newscaster flashed onto the screen. She was saying something about how the League of villains were planning to free the sludge villain from prison to assist them in their efforts.

Katsuki’s stomach felt as if it had dropped through the floor. He began shaking horribly, and a cold sweat rushed across his body. He Mumbled a nearly inaudible excuse and sprinted to the bathroom, leaving Kirishima in the living room extremely confused and very concerned for his friend.

In the bathroom, Katsuki stared at himself in the mirror and tried everything he could possibly think of to calm himself down, only in vain. Ultimately, he fell to the floor and began to cry.

After a few minutes, he heard a faint tap on the door.”Bakugo?” Kirishima called softly, ”are you okay?”

“Go away! I’m fine!” Katsuki shouted through his tears. He’d really fucked this up. Eijiro probably thought he was such a fucking loser now! The poor boy felt like he was gonna be sick.

“I’m not going anywhere, man,” Kirishima placed a hand on the door as he continued trying to help his friend.”I’m right here where I belong, will you please let me in?”

Katsuki let out a small groan and unlocked the door for Eijiro. As soon as Kirishima was inside the bathroom, he sat down and held Katsuki close and whispered words of comfort as he calmed the boy. Once Katsuki could breathe again, he shared his biggest fear with someone for the first time.

The boys never played their video game. They spent the rest of the afternoon holding eachother close and just talking instead.

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veryangryhedgehog · 6 years ago

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“The Fool” an Ede Valley story by Hedgehog

Tommy was awake, but barely. And for a moment, a singular second, everything was okay. He was safe, and bundled up in a pile of fluffy things in the wagon. But then he registered the absence of Remus’ snoring, and it all came back to him in one tidal wave of pain. For thirteen years Tommy had travelled with Remus in the magical gypsy wagon, seeing things and meeting people that he’d never imagined in his wildest dreams. But now a vital part of his life was gone, and all that energy and happiness has slipped out of the resulting hole like sand.

It had happened so quickly. One day Mathilda had brought Remus and Tommy back to H’Thalee, where yet another plague had broken out, and the next, the older man had caught it himself. Tommy had tried everything that he could think of, but it hadn’t been enough.

For the first few days after Remus’... no, he couldn’t even say the word. For the first few days of Remus’ absence he hadn’t really had time to think, because there was still a plague, people were still dying. And eventually, he did find a cure. But too late for Remus.

It was then that the true weight of the last few days began to press down on him, and now, it was crushing him still. As he lay in the dark of the wagon, he couldn’t help noticing how big it seemed, how empty. It had never been so massive before, not even when Tommy had been half as tall.

For the longest time, he couldn’t move. He felt paralyzed, laying there in the dark, and he couldn’t even work up the will to open his eyes. Every moment made this reality more real, every second distanced himself from his father. Because that’s what Remus had become. It had been that way for a long time. And just when it seemed as if Tommy had finally found something good, it was snatched from his grip once again.

What was the point in moving, in breathing even? None, there was nothing left. He couldn’t do it on his own. Yet despite himself, Tommy kept breathing. And he had to move sometime. He couldn’t just lay there forever, letting the same thoughts circle over and over again in his mind. If he did that, he would go insane. He didn’t want to be in his own head anymore.

Alright Tommy: open your eyes, he instructed himself. Tommy opened his eyes. The wagon was dark, the gauzy curtains were drawn, and the air was heavy. Mathilda had always seemed like another world to him, entirely cut off from the realities. He’d always liked the quiet, the isolation. Now it was suffocating him.

Move your arm, he commanded, and moved him arm up to his long, beyond tangled hair, brushing the bangs out of his eyes. Then he moved the other arm, and began absently following the curving lines of the tattoo that twisted around the left side of his neck, torso, and arm, taking care to avoid the scar on his neck that the tattoo so cleverly hid.

He didn’t need to tell himself to sit up, as he was getting sick of laying in the dark. He did that himself, and made to stumble the few steps towards Mathilda’s back curtain. He’d managed getting up, now it was time to see where he was. That’s right, take it one step at a time.

But when he peaked through the curtain and into the burning sun beyond, he almost turned back to hide in his bed. To the right of him was the ugly as sin, neon-green sign that signaled the Dollar Tree. To the left was the tan square that was the Chico’s. And just ahead of him, beyond the dead, brown grass of the abandoned lot was the chain link fence of the school playground. For the first time in thirteen years, Mathilda had brought him home.

“Cow,” he muttered under his breath. Tommy balled his hand into a fist, but couldn’t bring himself to punch the side of the wagon that had provided so much joy in his life. Besides, bad things happened when Mathilda was mad. Why would she bring him back to Ede Valley? Of all the countless realities he’d seen, this one was by far the shittiest. Perhaps he was a little bias, he’d freely admit that. After all, the only things he’d left behind here were bad memories and a broken family.

Wait, he paused in the middle of turning away. Oh... he knew why Mathilda had brought him here. In her own well-meaning, misguided way, she had thought that bringing him back to his home reality, to his real family, would help him get through this “trying time.”

Tommy sighed. He knew far too well that Mathilda wouldn’t let him leave until he’d helped whoever she’d deemed needed it the most. He guessed that he was the one who needed help now. But whatever she thought, if a wagon was even capable of thinking, kick-starting this impromptu family reunion wasn’t going to make things any easier for him.

Yet, at the very least, it gave him something besides Remus’ pale, clammy face, his greying hair plastered to his forehead—no, stop that—to think about. Again, he found himself unable to move for the longest time, to do what needed to be done. Tommy just stared absently across the street towards the playground, where a bunch of screaming pipsqueaks were playing. In thirteen years, it hadn’t changed. Some of that equipment had to be rusted to shit by now.

He roused himself. “Alright, get moving, Tommy,” he whispered under his breath. Turning briefly back into the wagon, he rustled around in the mess until he found a mostly clean shirt, and cinched his knotted hair back with the beaded yarn that he still kept with him. Cindy’s good luck charm.

Poking his head out once more, Tommy could see his breath in the air. He grabbed a coat too. What month was it? Let’s see, his birthday was in a month, so that must have made it... Early December. Damn. Well, he guessed he’d be a surprising Christmas present.

Shivering, he stepped down Mathilda’s single, creaking stair and out into his home reality. Shit, even the air smelled the same, that slightly greasy, fried smell that wafted over from the Burger King down the street. He clenched his teeth subconsciously. At this rate, he was going to start getting PTSD flashbacks.

Tommy hesitated for just a moment, then started walking. There was only one place to start: the old apartment. They probably didn’t even live there anymore, his mother and Cindy and Baby Mikey and... his father. He’d have to see him too. He was probably the number one family member Mathilda wanted him to see. Maybe Tommy would get lucky, maybe Robert Miller had died of a heart attack years ago. But he sincerely doubted that. Only good people died young.

His boots crunched over the tiny spattering of snow that laced the sidewalk, mostly melted. Looked like it might be a brown Christmas this year. Tommy laughed a little to himself. It was so strange how in even the most trying moments, the stupidest, inane thoughts would run through his head. Who cared about the fucking snow, anyway?

At any other time, Tommy would have, he answered his own question. But it was hard to be whimsical when the last time he’d seen this sidewalk he’d been running for his life. And there were all these other things he remembered too. There was his best friend’s house, where they’d played video games in the basement, buried in the midst of an impromptu blanket fort. There was the Starbucks where Tommy had sat and tried to read people for the first time. He’d come a long way since then. He could read almost anyone now. Almost.

And though he tried to stall, as he had on so many days after school, before long Tommy reached the drive to the apartment complex. It was almost as if there was a strong wind blowing against him, for Tommy found himself nearly blown back at the sight of it; his skin crawled and his head screamed for him to get out of there. He commanded himself to relax. They probably didn’t even live there anymore, so he should ask someone about it first. Yeah, he didn’t have to go just yet.

Tommy looked back and forth, trying to find someone who might know about the occupants of the building, and for a moment, the place seemed abandoned. But then, out of the corner of his eye he saw a girl walking up the sidewalk towards him. She could have been anyone, yet Tommy’s trained eye noticed how she kept glancing nervously up at the complex. She knew this place, he saw the familiarity in her sharp eyes.

“Excuse me,” he took a step in front of her, and the girl tensed. “Do you know if Carol and... Robert Miller still live in that building?”

It was a long shot, but Tommy guessed he was lucky, for the girl’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you wanna know?”

“Uh, I...” Oh boy, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. How could he explain that he was their long lost son come home after thirteen years without sounding like a loon? “I...” he glanced back towards the building.

As Tommy turned his head, the girl noticed his good luck charm, and frowned. “What’s that?” she asked.

“What?” he blinked.

“In your hair.”

“Oh, it’s...” he stuttered a little, “A good luck charm.” Subconsciously, he reached back to finger it.

“A good luck...” the girl repeated before falling off. She looked at Tommy’s face, and after a minute her eyes widened with recognition. “Tommy?” she asked.

Tommy paused. How did she know who he was? But then he looked down at her, really looked at the mousy hair, sharp eyes, and serious expression, and his mouth gaped open. “Cindy?”

“It is you!” She shook her head in disbelief, before tackling him in a hug. It almost knocked the breath out of him with how hard she squeezed, as if afraid he would disappear if she let go. And yet, it felt good. Shock mixed with confusion and joy, yet he found himself incapable of saying anything. So he simply hugged back instead.

After a minute, Cindy pulled back. “Oh my god you’re... you’re not dead!”

“You’re not either,” he said sincerely.

“And for all these years, I was sure...” she didn’t cry, just shook her head in wonder. “Tommy, where have you been?”

Tommy looked vaguely upwards, as if the sky would help him explain. “It’s, uh... complicated.”

“Try me.”

Sighing, he grasped desperately for somewhere to start. “The Tarot cards,” he began. “Do you remember the Tarot cards I showed you the night before I left?”

“Vaguely.” Cindy nodded.

“Well, they were given to me by a man named Remus,” he almost tripped over the word. “He was a fortune-teller that took me in after, well...” By habit, Tommy fingered the scar on his neck. “And we’ve been... very far away ever since.”

“Was...” Cindy looked down. “So he’s?”

“Not... here anymore,” Tommy spat out.

“Sorry.” There was silence for a moment.

But Tommy shook himself. Now was not the time to let himself drown. “So, what about you?” he asked. “And Mom and Mike and... Dad.”

Cindy stared at him straight in the face. “We’re much better,” she stated. “You running away was the last straw for Mom. She got Mike and me out of there and never looked back. We live in a nice house on Williams Street now.”

Despite himself, Tommy smiled. Of all the fates he’d imagined for his family over the years, this was one he hadn’t dared hope for. “That’s... that’s wonderful.”

“I’m heading there now. You should come with me. Mom will have a heart attack and Mike, well, Mike probably doesn’t remember you, but I’m sure he’d be thrilled too.”

“I’d love to, but—” Tommy stopped himself, and glanced over at the complex one last time. “Where’s Dad?”

Cindy’s smile dropped. “Well, he’s not dead,” she looked away. “The last I heard he was living in a shithole on the crappy side of town. What... what are you going to do, Tommy?”

“I’m not gonna kill him,” Tommy reassured her. “I just want to talk.”

“Do you have a cellphone?” she asked, and he stared at her blankly. Cellphone? Did a lot of people have those now? “Wow, you really have been far away,” she said, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a sheet of notebook paper. “Here’s the address of the place, and here’s my number. When you’re done with... whatever it is you’re planning on doing, find a payphone or something, I don’t care, just call me. Don’t leave yet.”

“I won’t,” he agreed. “I promise.”

She smiled. “Guess you haven’t broken a promise yet.

Cindy took a few steps backward, like she was afraid to let him out of her sight, then began walking. Tommy watched until she was out of sight, down a nearby hill, then glanced down at the address she’d left him. 6th street was a place that the kids never went to, yet somehow, everyone knew how to get there. He started walking.

The sidewalks all the way there sloped gradually downward, and Tommy had to look down as they turned to bricks beneath his feet. 6th street was in the old part of town, from when Ede Valley had been a burgeoning town of its own before the urban sprawl claimed it.

Soon, the buildings around him began to look old, and worn, and seemed to be melting into the ancient swamp that had been filled in so many years ago. Here were pawn shops and old, antique houses, run down apartments, and who could miss the bars? There was one—or more—on almost every block, cigarette smoke spewing from every orifice. There were loud sports bars, dingy dives, quiet, out of the way places, everything you could think of.

So it came as no surprise to Tommy that the address he’d been given was to an apartment over a British pub. How anyone could sleep with that neon sign of a goat right outside their window, he couldn’t even begin to guess. But he supposed that if you were living here, you didn’t have much of a choice.

Tommy plodded up the worn down stairs to the door, to the side of which was a callbox that looked as if at some point, someone had taken a bat to it. Several times. He ran a finger down the list of names, secretly hoping that the name he was looking for wouldn’t actually be there. But nope, his heart sank as his eyes caught the faded name of Robert Miller.

It took him a solid minute to work up the courage to press the button beside it. But he did, and waited with baited breath as the dial tone came through the singular, crappy speaker.

Just when he thought that he wasn’t home, there was a click, and shivers ran down Tommy’s spine as he heard the voice that haunted his dreams. “Look,” it said impatiently, “I’m not interested in your damned encyclopedias, so why don’t you just—?”

“Hello Dad,” Tommy interrupted, mostly just to get the voice to stop for one second.

“Mike?” it asked. “What are you doing—?”

“Not Mike,” he replied through clenched teeth. “Tommy.”

There was a long, excruciating pause. Tommy almost walked away, but then there was a small click as the door unlocked. Steeling himself, Tommy gripped the brass handle, and stepped into the musty foyer beyond.

Nothing much was there, save the matted carpet molded into the stairs and a distinctive, skunky smell that seemed to be etched into the fiber of this place. Tommy didn’t linger, just trooped up the stairs and to the long hallway above. The window beside him was boarded up with scrap wood and copious amounts of duct tape, leaving the walk ahead of him to be very dark indeed. He passed a door with police tape pasted onto it, and finally reached apartment 4. Not giving himself time to think about it, Tommy knocked.

There was a second’s pause, before the door burst open. “Alright,” growled the scrubby man beyond it, “who the hell do you think you are, impersonating my dead—?” But he stopped as he saw Tommy’s face.

When Tommy was little, his father had been an imposing giant, the ultimate authority, the right hand of god. His word was law, and oceans parted before him. For a moment, Tommy wondered if the man gaping at him was the same person at all. He was short, shorter than Tommy, with his ratty button-down open to reveal the off-white wife-beater beneath.

But no, it was definitely him. Underneath the sagging years, the man still held himself stock-straight, as if after all this time his army days hadn’t left him, and he still had that sharp, foxlike look in his eyes. That used to terrify Tommy, and even now he began to tense. And yet, with a start, he realized that it was more habit than anything else. He wasn’t actually afraid. Tommy wasn’t a helpless child anymore, and truth be told, by the look of him, Tommy could probably kill his father.

No, that was stupid. Tommy hadn’t killed anyone in his life. Violence was never the answer, that’s what Remus had taught him.

After a solid minute, Robert Miller blinked, and shook himself. “So, you’ve finally come crawling back after all these years, hm?”

Tommy snorted disparagingly, shaking his head. He didn’t know what he had expected.

“And what’s so funny? Speak up!”

“Oh, nothing,” Tommy said. “Just no: ‘I’ve missed you Tommy, where have you been? I’m sorry I almost broke your neck with a fucking belt.’”

Robert’s eyes flared. “You watch your tongue, boy!”

“Oh, and of all the words in that sentence, that’s the one you latch onto.” Tommy herd his voice rising, sarcasm quickly bubbling into anger.

“You dare raise your voice at me?”

He watched, almost in slow motion, as Robert adjusted his grip on his cigarette and reached for Tommy’s arm. Violence may have not been the answer, but you needed to know how to defend yourself from people who didn’t agree with that philosophy. Tommy grabbed his father’s forearm, and twisted upwards. Not enough to break it, of course, but certainly enough to make him drop the cigarette. It bounced on the carpet, sizzling slightly.

“You wanna try?” Tommy asked quietly. Robert looked downwards, and relaxed. Tommy let go of his arm.

“What do you want?” Robert growled, rubbing his arm. “Have you just come back to insult me?”

Tommy sighed. “No,” he shook his head. “I just want to talk.”

Taking a step backwards, Robert gestured into the apartment, but Tommy noticed that he never turned his back to him. He followed him into the tiny, dim room, the overpowering smell of stale cigarettes catching him off guard.

The older man sat heavily in an old arm chair, and gestured Tommy to the equally dilapidated loveseat across from him. For a minute, Robert just stared at his son, disapproval etched across the many wrinkles in his face. “Is that an earring, boy?” He said finally, pointing to the small, gold ring in Tommy’s right ear. “What are you, a faggot?”

Shaking his head, Tommy looked off towards the ceiling. He did not want to open that can of worms right now. “No,” he replied. It wasn’t exactly a lie. Half of a lie, maybe. And besides, how was he supposed to explain that he had received it as a coming of age rite on the artificial island of Steeme? He’d only be called a lying faggot then.

“And sit up straight,” Robert continued without heed. “You were always such a goddamn sloucher.”

Tommy straightened a mere quarter of an inch. Again, there was silence, and Tommy waited for the question. But it never came. After a minute, he blew out the breath he was holding. This was some kind of stupid, bullshit power play that his father was trying to pull, but he didn’t want to be in this dark, smelly apartment any longer than he had to. “So, aren’t you going to ask me?” he gave in.

“Ask you what?”

“Oh, you know, just where I’ve been for the past thirteen years.” Tommy tried—and failed—to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

“No,” Robert replied. “No, I’m not. You wanna know why?” He leaned forward. “Because running away was the only smart thing you ever did. I would’ve killed you it you hadn’t.”

Tommy opened his mouth in surprise, but Robert continued over him.

“I don’t need you, or Carol, or anyone telling me what a shitty father I was. Believe me, I already know. And here you are, thirteen goddamn years later,” he stood abruptly, and began to pace. “I bet you found some nice, rich family to take you in, huh? I bet your new dad played catch with you in the yard and went to all your baseball games. I bet... that he’s the kindest, most loyal, best fucking father in the while world.”

“He was,” Tommy muttered, glaring upwards, but Robert didn’t seem to hear him.

“But there must have been some things he didn’t tell you, right? Nobody’s perfect, even your dumb ass knows it. Nothing lasts forever, right?”

His voice grew louder and louder, and with it rose Tommy’s heart in his chest. No, he had it all wrong, not everyone was like that. There was some goodness in the world. If there was one thing he’d learned in his travels, it was that. And Remus was one of the best. “Stop,” he warned, but still Robert persisted.

“What was it, hm? Did he gamble all his money away? Or sleep with his secretary? Her name was Debra, or Jeanne, or something equally frivolous, I’ll bet.”

Rising now too, Tommy clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails cut into the skin of his palms. “You don’t get to say those things about him.”

“Well, there’s got to be something, hasn’t there? Otherwise you would be with him right now, not crawling back to this shithole like some slimy little—”

“He died!” Tommy shouted, and Robert fell silent. The room went quiet while Tommy breathed heavily. “He died trying to save people’s lives. That’s what he did, day in and day out, he helped people. No thanks, no recognition. Just there and gone. And look at you: all you’ve done in the last thirteen years is sit in your own fucking shit and sulk!” He shook his head. “Why the universe took him and spared you, I’ll never fucking know.”

He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, not looking back. Down the hallway, crashing down the stairs, out the door, down the street, all the way back to the abandoned lot, and Mathilda. Sorry Cindy, this was one promise he’d have to break.

“Alright!” He shouted at the wagon. “I did what you wanted, now get us out of here. Please.”

Tommy waited, his eyes wet, and waited. But nothing happened. No magical wind, no darkness. Just silence.

“Damn it...” Tommy groaned, kicking the old wood of one of Mathilda’s beams. “Damn it!”

Something hadn’t been right. There was still something left to do here. Meet with the rest of his family, keep his promise. But somehow, something was nagging him, a tingling at the back of his mind. Maybe he wasn’t the one who needed help, after all.

But right at this moment, none of that mattered. As his rage began to disintegrate, Tommy just felt tired. What he needed right now was a stiff drink.

He was slightly surprised to find his feet moving of their own accord, and a few minutes later, quite without conscious thought, he was outside the old, sagging British pub. Now that he read the neon sign properly, he discovered it was called The Smiling Goat. The inside was dark and smoky, but in a warm, glowing sort of way.

Sitting down heavily at the bar, Tommy must have looked as exhausted as he felt, because the first words out of the tall, lanky bartender’s mouth was: “Rough day, ay mate?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Tommy shook his head. “This is a British Pub, right? Gin, please. The strongest you’ve got.”

Within thirty seconds the gin was in front of him, and the bartender kindly placed the bottle on the counter. He leaned on an arm, and glanced at Tommy sympathetically over his round spectacles. “I’ve got nowhere to be. So, why don’t you start at the beginning?”

#Ede Valley #Tommy Miller #Tarot #Someone just died

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shikamarubase · 6 years ago

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Safe Haven [Modern AU, ShikaTema] Part 1

[Summary: Two strangers get to know each other while watching clouds]

She sat on a hill overlooking the town she was born and raised in. She thought of its inhabitants, the ones who always spoke to her politely solely because she was the mayor’s daughter. She thought of her professors, who never gave her a hard time because they were afraid of her father. She thought of her small circle of trusted friends, who have stayed by her side through thick and thin without being blinded by her family’s wealth and reputation. Finally, she thought of her family, the very reason why she was sitting on the grassy hill in the first place.

As their image flashed through her mind, she felt water well up behind her eyes. For the first time in her life, her will wasn’t strong enough to suppress the flow of tears surging down her face. She remembered the incident which transpired just a few hours ago, which instigated her to leave town and seek refuge in her safe haven—a spot in the hill that was abundant with wild grass. It surrounded the area like a fortress and protected her from the curveballs life threw at her.

She continued to sob and didn’t stop until she heard a faint cough. She immediately wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to glare at whoever it was that caught her crying. A boy her age was staring back at her. He stood awkwardly to the side with both hands jammed inside his pockets. The first thing that caught her eye was his hairstyle: his hair was tightly pulled back into a pineapple-shaped ponytail, seemingly unaffected by the law of gravity.

“You got a problem, pineapple head? You like what you see?” She growled as a way of masking the weakness he had seen in her just seconds before.

He rubbed the back of his head and let out a tired sigh. “I don’t have a problem with being called a pineapple, but I don’t wanna hear it from someone who has four.”

Her cheeks reddened when she realized her own hair was gathered up into four similar shapes, because it was the only way to tame her unruly mane. “Besides, I don’t enjoy watching women cry,” he continued to say.

“Then what are you still doing here? Leave!” She practically yelled. She hoped it would scare him away, but his face remained expressionless as he gestured to where she was sitting.

“This is my favorite spot for watching clouds.” He positioned next to her and laid on his back. With his eyes glued to the sky, he was oblivious to the flabbergasted look he was getting from her. “Don’t mind me. It’s a drag, but you can cry if you want.”

She scoffed but chose not to say anything. It was annoying to have him around her space, but at least his obnoxious interference stopped her from crying. Instead of feeling sorry for herself, she laid down next to him—partly curious about the charm of cloud-watching, partly because she didn’t feel like leaving—and relaxed when she felt the soft grass against her back.

Her teal eyes watched as the fluffy white clouds lazily floated over her head. They look so free.

“That’s what I like about them.” Puzzled at his words, she looked over at him. “You were speaking out loud,” he pointed out.

Oh. She hid her embarrassment by asking, “How often do you come up here to watch clouds?” She knew she was being nosy and she was also aware of how stalkerish it made her sound, but she didn’t care all that much. It was simply curiosity.

If her question bothered him, he didn’t show it. His expression remained blank and unreadable. “Whenever I have the time,” he vaguely said. “Is it my turn to ask questions?” He surprised her by saying.

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “It depends. What sort of questions are we talking about here?”

“Why were you crying?” Blunt and straight to the point. She had to admit she sort of liked that. But of course she couldn’t let him know she was impressed for even a second so “None of your business.” were the words that spilled from her mouth.

He shrugged it off like he wasn’t interested enough to bug her about it. She observed him for a few seconds. His indifference bothered her but, at the same time, also relieved her. Her intuition told her that this person was no gossip and only asked questions when he’s truly concerned. What made her so certain? She didn’t know. All she knew was she was completely at ease with a guy she’d met barely an hour ago, and it wasn’t a bad feeling.

She shifted her body until she was in a comfortable position before speaking. “My mom died after giving birth to my baby brother.” He didn’t react, not even a twitch, but she knew he was listening. “My father never forgave him. Gaara, my little brother, grew up without knowing a parent’s love. Kankuro, my other brother, and I figured we had to raise him up ourselves, but my father didn’t even allow that.” She clenched her fist as the memories flooded back.

“He warned us not to go near him or else there would be consequences and left him with a caretaker. He never calls him by name either, only referring to him as “it” or “monster”. Kanks and I were just kids then, we didn’t know what to do. Our mom just passed away and father busied himself with more and more work. I-I knew it was wrong to treat Gaara like he wasn’t part of the family. I’m his big sister, I should have gone against his orders and took care of Gaara, but I was too scared. I was a coward.” She closed her eyes so that she didn’t have to see the look on his face. For all she knew, his indifference could have easily turned into disgust.

“He’s 15 years old now and always getting into trouble. He cuts classes, smokes, drinks, and thinks everything can be solved with his fists. Kankuro and I try to talk to him, but he shuts us out. I don’t blame him because we’re probably the shittiest siblings anyone can have, but we try. My father doesn’t care what he does, as long as he doesn’t have to look or speak to him. I’ve tried everything to help him, but nothing worked. I’m already an adult, but I feel like I’m still a helpless four-year old.” She almost couldn’t believe she was dumping her problems on a complete stranger. But she was and, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t take it back.

“Earlier today, I had to pick up Gaara from school. He...” she pursed her lips. “threatened his classmate with a real knife and was seen by a teacher. When I asked what made him to do such a thing, he got this crazed look in his eyes then he said since he’d killed mom already, killing someone else was no big deal.” She nearly choked on the words, but she forced herself to continue.

“All I could think about was what a failure I had been as a sister. He believed mom’s death was his fault, even though it wasn’t. He just snapped, right in front of my eyes. I-I was afraid of what he might do in the future, then I became ashamed of thinking that. What kind of sister am I?” She was tearing up again, but this time she didn’t allow the tears to flow.

He sat up and turned towards her, serious brown eyes boring into hers. “You should be ashamed, because instead of being afraid of him, you should’ve been consoling him.” His words stung, but she willed herself to listen. “This kid spent his entire life thinking he was a mistake, a sin. All he wants is someone who needs him in their life. Why do you think your mom sacrificed her life to give birth to him? Because she loved him that much. He needs to know that. He needs to know that someone loved him enough to give up everything for his happiness. He needs you to tell him that nothing is his fault. He needs you and your brother to tell your father what a douchebag he is. The four of you need to sit down together and talk like a family. Air out all your dirty laundry, try to understand each other’s circumstances. It will be difficult and it will definitely take time, but if you work at it you’ll be rewarded with results. Every small step counts.“

After listening to him, realization dawned to her. Every word that came out of his mouth hit the mark. She didn’t realize how selfish she was until that moment. She should’ve been reassuring Gaara from the start. Instead, all she thought about was her image as a big sister. She never thought of what he could be feeling. But because of this stranger’s advice, that was going to change very soon.

He laid back down again, and in a much gentler voice he said, “By the way, that doesn’t excuse your brother from threatening to kill someone. After your family talk, I’ll leave it to you to punish him accordingly and to make sure he apologize to that person.”

With that said, he turned his attention back to the clouds. She was amazed at how he could offer advice one minute then act like nothing had happened the next.

She poked him in the shoulder. “Thanks. You helped me realize a lot of things.” He just shrugged in reply.

To Be Continued

So I meant to post this in one part, but it was too damn long😅

#fanfic #nara shikamaru #sabaku no temari #shikatema #safe haven #part 1

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lalka-laski · 3 years ago

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Are you tired? Are you taking this survey because you can’t sleep? I'm perpetually tired. But no, I'm taking this survey because I'm bored at work and have hours to kill.

Do you have something important to do? I guess work related things *technically* but I'm not gonna do 'em

Do you like Jalapeno Cheetos? YES! They're bomb

Do you wish you had a new phone? My phone is fine and I'm not too picky

Name one thing you ate today? A breakfast sandwich

Do you like 80’s music? 60’s music? 90’s music? Love, love, and love.

Do you find rap music annoying? Nah but it's not my preferred genre by any means

What song is stuck in your head? Don't Give Up by Andy Grammer is playing on my office radio station rn so I guess that

Have you ever been to Germany? Nope

Do you drink coffee in the mornings? Either that or tea. Although I usually end up having a cup of each at some point throughout the day.

Do you become a fan of lots of things on Facebook? I used to but have since unfollowed several of those pages. I have no interest in staying updated on the crap I liked in high school!

What time do you go to bed on school/work nights? Usually 11ish

Have you ever seen a therapist? Several. But I landed on a really fantastic one and I'm so grateful for the work I've done with her.

Do you get in trouble at school often? Never. I was a model student, probably a teacher's pet

Do you watch videos on YouTube? Sometimes

Name a song that makes you happy. Currently "Constellations" by Jack Johnson is playing and it's such a sweet, nostalgic song for me

Name a song that makes you want to dance. IIIIIIIIIIII WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBOD-AY

Name a song that brings back memories. Like a G6. Not sure why that sprang to mind but it reminds me of college parties and pregaming in my dorm with the shittiest vodka on earth

Does the song above bring back good or bad memories? They're bittersweet

What decade do you think is the best musically? You know I love me some 80s! But really, I couldn't narrow it done to just one era.

Do you take a long time to get ready in the mornings? Hardly. Especially not on workdays. I sleep 'till the last possible minute, throw on clothes, brush my teeth, pop my antacid and go.

Do you wear a lot of makeup? I do not, but I wish I was better at it

Have you ever written poetry or fiction? Mhm. More poetry or creative nonfiction than fiction though

Do you know how to read music? Nope

Do you regularly use a blow dryer? Nope, I've made the switch to the Revlon blowdryer brush and I'm NEVER going back

When was the last time you went to church? For a wedding a few years back

Would you date someone who was a different religion than you? Glenn & I have somewhat opposing views on the matter, but we're gonna raise our kids without organized religion.

What is your best subject in school? English & creative writing

Name something you do nearly everyday. CRY

Do you take surveys a lot? Oh yeah, this is like my 4th of the day and I'm showing no signs of stopping

Have you ever had sushi? Mhm!

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hootpoop12 · 7 years ago

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for the ship thing: johnrezi, preferably black

who hogs the duvet

John cause he’s bigger and Terezi on principle.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

They both do it in their own ways. John is more likely the person who will initiate and text to ask how she’s doing where he’ll tease her which eventually leads to shit shes been actually struggling with. For Terezi she’ll bring it around on him at some point to get him angry and venty where he’ll talk about shit that actually bothered him that day. They’re both repressive people who feel weird being genuine with each other since the core of their relationship is based around joking and teasing each other but they are also depressive people who get what the other is going through.

who gets up first in the morning

Terezi goes to bed last and gets up first. John wants to know her secrets.

who suggests new things in bed

Give me a T! E! R! yeah anyways I headcanon John being on the ace spectrum and not that interested in sex stuff so on the occasion when they do go at it it’s Terezi whipping out the bad dragon dildis and trying to convince him why they should use it over his laughs.

who cries at movies

Eh, I don’t really think either of them are really people to cry at movies. I imagine John does over stupid shit like Conair though so I guess him.

who gives unprompted massages

Terezi gives unprompted commands to John to massage her. John tries to make it as bad as possible.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Hmmmm, they don’t fuss over each other but I’d say they’d be accommodating at least. John will make her soup but the kind she dislikes and Terezi will make the couch up and set up the TV but play movies he hates. They both get the worst tasting medicine.

who gets jealous easiest

Neither. They are so not those kind people in my opinion? I definitely see them not caring if the other person dates other people, finds others attractive (1M GONN4 FUCK H3R F1RST JOHN), or even if they just rather hang with other people. They got a real healthy relationship and there are times where Terezi will bluntly tell John she wants to hang with Karkat alone or chill with Vriska and John completely understands. Sometimes he just wants to be with Jade or the rest of the betas.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Terezi probably likes the weirdest asmr shit but John’s love of 90′s and early 2000′s makes anyone cringe.

who collects something unusual

Terezi. She’s just weird guys. Probably collects strange hairs she finds on her body or something (people who know me in real life don’t interact)

who takes the longest to get ready

Eh, probably John only because he takes the time to put on pants. Terezi’s not one for dolling herself up, like, she doesn’t even brush her hair most of the time.

who is the most tidy and organised

John puts shit away but then can never find it (he used to just ask his dad where stuff was and never had to look for it himself) while you can’t see Terezi’s floor but she can sniff out an expired coupon from three years ago.

who gets most excited about the holidays

John all the way, the dudes got holiday spirit. Not to make this sadstuck™ but I feel like after his dad died and he didn’t get to do all his old traditions he realized he didn’t appreciate what he had until it was gone. He probably got annoyed by his dad’s Christmas decoration extravaganza growing up but after the death he puts on a huge show for everyone to honor the memory/cheer himself up. Terezi probably doesn’t really get the point for most of the holidays humans celebrate but finds the gauche/tacky colors and food pretty great so for once she doesn’t really tease John about it. In fact, she kinda joins in with her own personal twist on things which John secretly adores and appreciates.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

eyyy recently drew this. It Terezi. She a koala at night.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Like, both get competitive cause they like one upping each other but at the same time for these two it’s all about having fun and smack talk. When one does lose they genuinely don’t care and keep playing or look for other things to do. Plus Terezi getting competitive with Vriska in the past has obviously not ended well so maybe she’d worked to tone it down.

who starts the most arguments

They’re pitch so they automatically argue a lot but actual disagreements? Terezi. She sometimes needles too much or will say something a little too far. John is also guilty of the second part cause we all know he can sometimes be tactless.

who suggests that they buy a pet

Terezi ‘cause Johns got Casey so maybe she wants a daughter too, dammit???

what couple traditions they have

John continues to move her scalemates around to fuck with her for the rest of their lives and she still draws him the shittiest maps. He keeps all of them like a dad.

(comic of her sending a shit map with good luck?)

what tv shows they watch together

Star trek! It has moral dilemmas for Terezi and shitty actors for John what more could they possibly want??

what other couple they hang out with

Dave/Karkat and Rose/Kanaya obviously. If Roxy and Calliope are a canon thing them too. John, Terezi, and Roxy all got a bond via retcon man.

how they spend time together as a couple

John’s pranks tend to be a bit more goofy and Terezi’s can border on cruel.

who made the first move

Terezi. John knows about her romance junk pre-retcon and he doesn’t wanna pressure her and be added to the list of shit experiences for her.

who brings flowers home

John to make Terezi uncomfortable. It brings him great joy to see the pained look she gives him before they get set on fire and he realizes he spent $20 for a quick joke.

who is the best cook

Uhh. Definitely, John. His dad forced him to cook for bonding moments and he hangs with Jane and watches her cook. Terezi takes liberties to make the food more “interesting”.

(to all the people who requested Johnrezi thanks a bunch it means a lot when ya’ll asks for requests! I’m onto Davek//at requests next!)

#Johnrezi #Homestuck #John Egbert #Terezi Pyrope #I'm so goddamn sorry this took me so long #thought I would've have more free time this break #I was very wrong #personal #my art #ask meme #the black otp #Anonymous

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localmagicalboi · 7 years ago

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✨ idiot interview: starring virote srisati of kilika.

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

✨ Tagged by: @siravron ✨ Tagging: EVERYONE. this was fun stuff.

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? ❝Virote! I also go by Slight Disappointment, Shorty, and Shrimp.❞

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? ❝Virote Srisati. See-sa-tee. Say it with me.❞

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? ❝My name means Power. I guess my father was expecting a strong son? Like, a son with muscles and whatnot? Like. I'm a total scam. Like, can you believe? Me? Power? Shut the front door.❞

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? ❝TAKEN! And, uh. I dunno. He's got sexy, beefy arms and I love him a lot. Did I just call his arms beefy? What in the fresh hell is wrong with me, oh my gosh.❞

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? ❝I'm the shittiest psychic in Spira. Come to me, I'll tell you about your future. But, I'll also touch the sweater your grandmother gave you and cry while telling you how much she loves you from the Farplane. Um. I can kinda heal, I can cast a couple of black magic spells. Don't ask me to have your back against a BIIIIIG fiend, though. I will legit abandon you. Like, I'll kill one of those flans. Those crazy ass Thunder Plains fiends, though? Sorry, I can't.❞

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? ❝Dark brown, borderline black. They twinkle when I'm drunk. I'm drunk a lot, so just call me the Milky Way.❞

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? ❝Not yet, like. Not yet.❞

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? ❝I have my papa, my mother, and my sister. Oh, and an auntie in Bevelle. A cousin in Besaid. I also have a cousin in Luca! He's kind of a dick.❞

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? ❝No, but, like... I sure do want fifty cats.❞

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. ❝I don't like people that are mean for no reason? What the fuck are you being mean for? Shut up! Be nice, dammit! Be good to thy neighbor! Life is so short, and people choose to be such douchebags, I can't stand it. We should all love each other. Now, I understand that you can't love some people because they're ignorant and cruel. That's why you love them with the kiss of your fist and a blessing of good fortune as they pull themselves off the ground.❞

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? ❝I like to dance, especially ballet. I love to press flowers, art of all kinds, collect crystals, read, and write. I've been writing some spellbooks, but I haven't shown them to anyone. Not yet. Um. I play with my sister, 'cause she's really fun. Sometimes, I'll sit in my dad's workshop and watch him do whatever. Might bug my boyfriend, like, slowly ruin his life with how annoying I am. I love touching his face.❞

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? ❝Probably. Humans hurt each other, don't they?❞

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? ❝The only thing I kill is the dancefloor.❞

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? ❝A rock, probably.❞

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. ❝I am so antsy, like I never stop moving. If I'm not fidgeting, I'm probably pacing. I can't stop moving. I want someone to punch me out, just one good time. Make me sit still.❞

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? ❝Every person that isn't a freakin' toddler. I'm short, like. I'M LOOKING UP TO EVERYONE.❞

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? ❝I dunno. Gay? Lazy. Gayzy.❞

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? ❝The school I'm goin' to right now is the School of Hard Knocks. It's hard. Life is hard.❞

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? ❝I do! I would love to get married. I wanna get married, and be the cutest lil groom ever. I can't wait to hold flowers and have the worst vows in the world! I want children. I want a lovely child I can dote on, a lovely child I can adore. Adopting is in the plans, I think? I hope? Oh my gosh, do you realize that Auron... Might marry me? Like? I mean, he probably will, but, like. Oh my gosh, I'm really annoying. Do you ever just... Pray for Auron, sometimes? #PrayForAuron.❞

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? ❝Yes. They're decorative, and I use them to keep me cool.❞ *finger guns*

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? ❝Uh... I'm afraid of most things. I'm mostly afraid of having no direction in life. Being aimless is my biggest fear, and I never want to go off track. I used to be directionless, it was probably one of the worst times in my life. Never again, though.❞

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? ❝Everything in my closet is white, pink, gold, and black. I'm boring. I love very plain robes, and I love my boots. I love flowy stuff. Which sucks, because I'm short and I don't think I can afford to wear flowy stuff. Like. I just look like a toddler playing dressup. Anyway. You should see my jewelry collection, it's tight.❞

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? ❝I love everyone ever. On a romantic note, though? Yes. He is, how you say... Bomb diggity.❞

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? ❝NO CLASS.❞ *FINGER GUNS!*

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? ❝I don't know. I'm plagued by so many spirits. Dozens of those. I love being a clairvoyant no I don't, someone come fucking save me.❞

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? ❝Um. My favorite flavor of pie is More.❞

27. FAVORITE DRINK? ❝If there's alcohol and I can get a chance to be shitfaced, count me in. It's my favorite. Mead, rosé, and tokaji set my soul free, I love them. I love alcohol, I have a problem. Someone send help.❞

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? ❝Anywhere I can booze up and be with the boyfriend. Did I mention I love him and alcohol. In that order.❞

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? ❝Yeah. Didn't I, like, just tell you to pray for him.❞

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? ❝I don't know anyone named Richard... But if I did, I’d assume he was normal sized?❞

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? ❝I love the ocean, but I'd rather swim in a lake. The ocean is a bit too mysterious for me. Also, I have some really bad ocean memories. I'd rather not revisit that shit.❞

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? ❝Tall, salt-n-pepper hair in a ponytail, scars, BIG SWORD, looks good in red, has a voice that could Kill Me, Probably. Big heart. Big, big, big. Big. Are you expecting me to follow that up with another big thing? I won't. I'm a good boy.❞

34. ANY FETISHES? ❝My kinks are kindness and hand holding. Tell me I'm adorable while holding my hand? I just might be spent, after that.❞

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? ❝I'm a submissive bottom ( power bottom, if the mood’s right ). I'm always on the bottom. Of everything. Sex. Life. Started from the bottom. Been at the bottom ever since.❞

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? ❝Dealing with bugs? Getting twigs in my undies, potentially having them lodged in my buttcheeks? Itchy because of ants? People enjoy camping? Hard pass. If there's no king size bed, count me outtie.❞

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? ❝No! Let's talk about the meaning of life! Let's talk about the stars, let's talk about what's in the sky. The sky is a sexy place. Let's talk about spirits. Let's talk about ghosts. I wanna talk about love, and what it means to be free. I want to talk about pain, pleasure, and what makes us tic. I want to talk about the inner mechanics of the human mind. I want to talk about-- don't you fuckin' dare cut my mic off. I'll do something extreme. I'll knock everything you love off your desk, and I won't even say sorry. GET BACK HERE, DAMMIT.❞

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33 People Confess The Shittiest Thing They’ve Ever Done

Found on AskReddit.

1. I told an adopted girl, I can see why your parents hate you.

When I told an adopted girl, I can see why your parents hate you.

2. THIS IS WHY GOD GAVE YOUR WIFE CANCER.

Learning guitar from uncle. Can’t do it. He said something like, Its easy, come on, you can do it!

Cue: THIS IS WHY GOD GAVE YOUR WIFE CANCER.

I mean fuck if any of you can top that I will be surprised; I was a little shit. Aunt ended up dying of cancer by the way.

3. Can you wait until you get home to start crying?

The other day my friend was in my car and said, I feel like I’m about to start crying. My immediate response was, Okaywell, can you wait until you get home to do that?

4. Stirred a coworkers drink with my dick.

I was pissed at a coworker who kept pushing her religion on me and I retaliated by stirring her drink with my dick after she had left it unattended. It was a silent victory for me. I look back on it and know that I’m a horrible human being for what I’ve done.

5. I intentionally broke a girls crayons while she cried.

When I was in 1st grade, I accidentally stepped on and broke a crayon this girl had while she was coloring on the ground. She started crying a lot about her broken crayon, so I looked her dead in the eyes and said I can’t be friends with sissy’s who cry over crayons. I then proceeded to intentionally step on and break the rest of her crayons.

6. Saw a man bleeding on the roadside and kept driving.

I was driving my ex home from the movies, and we chanced across a wreck on the roadside. The driver’s head was lolled on his shoulder, openly bleeding and obviously in need of assistance. My ex kept insisting, Keep driving. Someone will help him.

I feel like shit that I let her run me like that; I can’t believe I wasn’t the one to help him.

7. I made a Holocaust joke to a Jewish girl.

We were watching a doc about the Holocaust in journalism class (?)I was sitting behind a Jewish girl and right after they bulldozed a pile of dead bodies into a ditch I asked her if she recognized anyone on the screen.

As soon as it came out, I was horrified. we both participated in off-color inappropriate joking before, but this was next-level.

What a shitty thing to say. Im still ashamed.

8. I yelled at my grandfather and he died before I got a chance to say Im sorry.

I once yelled at my grandfather because he didn’t allow me to go over to a friends house because it was almost lunch time. He died before I got a chance to say sorry, gonna live with that for the rest of my life.

9. You want a medal or a chest to pin it on?

Sitting at a table with friends at college when a girl and her friend join us cause she knew one of my friends. Girl’s a real jerk to everyone. She hones in on my good friend who is insecure. Nervous laughter from everyone so she goes harder.

I stop her and, half-jokingly say, wow, good one. You want a medal or a chest to pin it on? (She was seriously flat as a board)

Girl stands up crying and runs out of the building. Turn to everyone cause no idea how that should be the reaction.

Friends tell me, She had breast cancer when she was 16 and had to have them removed. Only happened a few years ago.

Nice.

10. Threw sand in a kid’s face.

Threw sand in a kid’s face once. We were playing in the sandbox and I was trying to demonstrate that it exploded so I threw a bunch of sand in the air. 97% of it went right into his face. I was an adult.

12. I watched a guy pepper spray a sleeping homeless man on the train and was too scared to do anything to stop it.

I watched a guy pepper spray a sleeping homeless man on the train and was too scared to do anything to stop it. It happened a few months ago and I keep replaying it in my head, wishing I’d done something.

13. Emily, Im sorry.

When I was around 15 I met a girl online and we quickly fell in love, as hormonal teenagers are prone to do. Her parents went away during the school summer break, leaving her home alone for a while and she invited me to come and stay with her as our first face-to-face meeting.

I took the train down to where she lived but on arrival my heart sank. Even though I’d seen pictures of her, she didn’t really resemble the image my love-struck 15-year-old mind had built up. Mutual awkwardness and disappointment became the theme of our first day together so much so that I decided that, not only was I going to go back home the very next day (I think I was supposed to stay for a whole week) but I didn’t want to see or speak to her again.

Just before I left I crept into her room and erased my number from her phone. Then it occurred to me that she had an inbox full of text messages from my number so I had to re-creep into her room and stealthily delete all of those, thus ‘deleting’ myself from her life.

I left and never heard from her again (although she did have my email address). That was about 17 years ago and I still feel very shitty about what I did.

Emily, I’m sorry.

14. Convinced a girl to blow me, them made her take the bus home.

Late, at party for my birthday, managed to chat a cute girl into blowing me. Was too drunk/tired/high on myself after to get her home properly so I made her take the bus. Not a heartbreaking moment but a real ass move.

15. She even tried to take my shirt off and I just reached into my backpack and pulled a different shirt out. I know, I’m terrible.

Hooked up with a coworker at her house after a party. After we had finished she asked me to stay and cuddle, obviously douchebag didn’t wanna stay and cuddle. I had made up my mind to walk home shitfaced at 3am. She even tried to take my shirt off and I just reached into my backpack and pulled a different shirt out. I know, I’m terrible.

Cue next day rolling around and at work I ask where she is and my boss tells me that she is spreading her mom’s ashes back in her home state and she was taking a few days off. That’s when I knew I was a real piece of shit.

Bonus points, she survived cancer a few months later.

16. I purposely smudged an old lady janitors mopping job.

Probs around age ten I was this piece of shit edgelord.Flash-forward to me in a McDonalds. Old janitor lady is mopping the floor. What does shitty ten-year-old me do? Walk across the mop trail and swish my feet to intentionally smudge it.

Gods I can barely think about it. Not even because I’m pissed or ashamed at myself but because of just that was, be it myself doing it or anyone else. This was probably an old lady barely able to make ends meet, trying to do whatever job she could…probably never wanted to hurt a soul. Then comes along some shitty rich kid who does something completely fucking douchey like ruin a mop job. Sure, not the most monstrous thing at face value, but put all of what I just said together and…fucking hell. That is dickish. I feel bad about it to this day; even writing about it is hard.

17. I refused help to a man who needed it.

I was walking out of a 7-11 gas station a couple of blocks from my apartment building late at night (no one else was there). An old, run down car pulled in and the driver rolled down the window and called over to me. He was clearly very upset and looked like he’d been crying. He told me he just found out his daughter had been in an accident and had been airlifted to a hospital about an hour away. He was trying to get there, but he was almost out of gas and didn’t have any money on him. He pleaded with me for anything I could spare. I told him I didn’t have any cash on me, and I went on my way.

That was a lie. I had plenty of cash on me, and regardless I had my cards on me with which I could’ve bought him some gas. I got about halfway home, thought about what I’d just done, and went back, but he was already gone. I went home where my friends were drinking, and I just sat on the couch and didn’t talk to anyone the rest of the night.

What the hell was wrong with me? Was I so jaded from living in a big city with panhandlers regularly asking for money that I couldn’t recognize when someone might genuinely need my help? The emotion on that man’s face was real, as was the pain in his voice. I don’t think I’ll forget the desperate please! as long as I live. Was it really that big of a risk to give this guy $20? Would that loss to me if he was some Broadway-class con man really be that bad when weighed against the possibility that I just let down a father going through the worst moment of his life?

What if his daughter didn’t make it, and he didn’t get to see her before she passed because some cynical asshole at the gas station couldn’t spare a few dollars? I hope that wasn’t the case, that his daughter was fine, and that someone with more compassion was able to help him…or better yet, that there was no accident and he was playing me. Thinking about the alternative has kept me awake at night on multiple occasions.

Ever since then I have tried to keep a more open mind and give people the benefit of the doubt, so that the next time I’m in a position to help someone who needs me, I won’t fail them.

I don’t think the guy wanted money for drugs. Anyone who works with drug addicts like I do would know that a true addict wouldn’t have any car, no matter how crap, that could be sold for even a few bucks that could get them another fix. Also, my neighborhood wasn’t anywhere near the drug corners, and he didn’t have the physical indicators.

18. Did not visit my grandfather this Christmas. He died four days later

Did not visit my grandfather this Christmas. I had two vacation days from work which I used to visit someone I had been dating for a month on Thursday and Friday. Then at my parents place for the holiday and back to work the next week. My grandfather passed away on 29th of December last year. I’m a real piece of shit.

I made damn sure to drive the some 220km to leave a candle for him at a veteran memorial stone on New Year’s Eve. At the town he had lived for his whole life.

19. Told my mom I wanted to name my kid after my dad.

Was having a chat with my brother, sister, and mother about names for kids. promptly say that I don’t like the idea of naming my kid after a family member but if I did it would be my fathers name. At the end of this rambling, mildly insulting speech I look straight at my mom and say because I love Dad. Immediately realized that implied that I didn’t love my mother enough to name my kids after her. I tried retracing my steps and covering up my mistake, she laughed and joked about it, but her face showed that she was pretty hurt. Broke my heart that I could be that careless, that woman’s done nothing but good for me.

20. Told my host he looked like Butt-head.

Hung out with the host of a New Years party for a bit. Drank some of his beer and said, hey you kinda look like Butt-head from that show. He said he gets it a lot.

21. I kicked a girl out of my house after some lackluster sex.

I had a girl come over for some extracurricular activities. She was drinking and assumed she was staying the night. After we had very lackluster sex I went down stairs smoked a bowl, walked back upstairs and kicked her out of my house. Definitely an ass move.

22. My friend was counting change, so I knocked all his coins on the ground.

A friend of mine was counting his change on the entrance of our work. We were about to clock in when I asked him What you got there? He shows me with his hand open and I just tapped it from the bottom, all his coins fell on the floor with all the people passing by.

I laughed and left, felt pretty shitty after but when I went to apologize he laughed it off and said he’ll get me next time.

23. Best friend’s boyfriend died during the best summer of my life and I was a piece of shit.

After graduating college I spent the summer backpacking around the world. It was the most amazing thing I had ever done; I was kind of shy before but the experience gave me a new-found confidence. Once I was back home I was a hit at bars regaling new friends with stories and was finally successful with attracting the opposite sex. I was having the time of my life.

While I was gone by best friend’s boyfriend overdosed and died at Bonnaroo. A little back story we became friends because she put me back together after a breakup. Stayed with me and cooked for me, but did I return the favor when I came home… no :/

I was too busy having the time of my life. Shortly after I got home she crashed her car and got a DUI. She was in a downward spiral and I ignored her. We were working a shift together after that and I, still in euphoria from the night before, said to her I can’t believe how my life keeps getting better and better and yours just gets worse.

I didn’t realize what I had said until months later. It’s been years and I still think back on that moment. I could have been there for her but I was just a selfish piece of shit.

tldr: Best friend’s boyfriend died during the best summer of my life and I was a piece of shit.

24. Brought a morning-after pill to a woman I’d fucked the day prior while she was in the hospital after another guy beat the shit out of her.

Brought a morning-after pill to a woman I’d fucked the day prior while she was in the hospital after another guy beat the shit out of her.

25. I wanted to meet a gay guy so I could make fun of him.

I was very sheltered as a kid. I went to a private Christian elementary and middle school with 16 people in my 8 the grade class. When I was in 9th grade, I went to my first public school. No one knew me, so I felt like I had to be cool.

One day a friend of mine mentioned that her cousin was gay. I had never met a gay person before. I was genuinely curious if he was just as they appear on TV. So I asked her who he was, wanting to get the chance to meet him. She asked why I wanted to know who he was. Trying to be cool and not like I was genuinely curious, I replied, so I can make fun of him.

The girl sitting in front of me who I had never heard say a word, just turned around and said you’re a dick. It was the first and last thing she ever said to me.

I’ve never felt like more of a piece of shit in my life than that moment.

26. I gave a girl her first kiss as part of a bet.

I started a bet with a friend in middle school that we could get this wholesome straightedge girl to kiss one of us. I won the bet at a super romantic moment at a friend’s pool party by a roaring fire but had no real feelings for the girl. A little while later her friend told me that was her first kiss and she really liked me and was heartbroken when she found out about the bet. She has to live her whole life with that as her first kiss. I’m friends with her on FB and 15 years later she is absolutely beautiful and I still feel awful.

27. I threw a brick over my backyard fence and hit a kid in the head.

I threw a brick over my backyard fence just cause, and actually hit a kid in the head. It was a pretty bad cut. When his parents and my mom came out I just pointed at my brother and he got the ass whoopin’ of a life time. I was like 6.

28. Ran over a birdtwice.

Was driving on a winding road on my way to a job on the countryside when I hit a bird with the car. Stopped the car briefly and saw in my rear-view that it was flapping around until it just sat still in the middle of the road, probably trying to recover from the beating it had taken. I considered stepping out of my car and move the poor bird to the side of the road so it wouldn’t get hit by another car but remembered that flock-living birds can get “expelled” by their flock if they carry an unknown scent. I also figured that this was far off in the countryside in Sweden, and the likelihood of another car passing by anytime soon was close to none.

I was on my way back home about an hour and a half later. My meeting with the client had been a huge success so I was in a great mood, singing to the radio and was probably driving a bit over the limit. I drove up a small crest and on the other side was the same fucking bird sitting in the middle of the road exactly where I left it, I had totally forgotten about it! It was turned towards me and I swear it looked me straight in the eyes, silently cursing at me in its chirpy bird-language as I inevitably drove straight over it for the second time…

Once again I could see the bird being slammed to the asphalt numerous times in my rearview-mirror before disappearing down the slope into the woods.

I’m entirely convinced this bird will dedicate his afterlife to haunting me from the other side for the rest of my life…

29. Girlfriends mom tried killing herself, so I went home to drink.

Was watching with my then girlfriend. Lots of bad things happened that night that we were unaware of, and in the end her dad stormed into our room shouting get upstairs now and call 999. Her mum tried to commit suicide by an overdose on something I’m not aware of. Her mum/dad goes off in the ambulance and my ex is hysterical, crying panicking etc. My uncle at the time also tried to hang himself a few nights previous…. I used this as an excuse to leave my ex for the night, go home and get drunk. I will never forget the tears I left my ex in, while I went home to drink.

30. Convinced a girl high as a kite who had the tiniest cut on her finger that she will die from infection.

Convinced a girl high as a kite who had the tiniest cut on her finger that she will die from infection and have it amputated or if she didn’t go hospital it would spread and lose her arm. She started crying, called her mum, and went to hospital.

31. I’ve had sex with 2 friends’ gfs…while they were still dating them.

I’ve had sex with 2 friends’ gfs…while they were still dating them. A decade of regret and lost friendships is the result.

32. Told a suicidal girl to go kill herself.

Met a girl through and online game that was a legitimate train wreck. Sending nudes to basically everyone at the age of 12, smoked and drank on the daily at 13 or 14, did coke and speed at 15. Girl was a major bitch and a manipulator to basically everyone, and had no one who cared about her as a result. I tried being the first.

As I said, she ended up being a massive manipulator and one of the only people I’ve ever branded as irredeemable. Checked in on her some years later, and asked her how she’s been. Said she was probably gonna kill herself, to which I replied Yeah, you go do that, and then blocked her.

Is that fucked-up? Yeah. Do I care if she actually killed herself? Can’t say that I do.

33. Kneed a neighborhood kid in the nuts for no reason.

Kneed a neighborhood kid in the nuts for no reason at all when I was like 9 or 10…I was a little shit as a kid.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/02/33-people-confess-the-shittiest-thing-theyve-ever-done/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/167051727832

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