#i need to put my face in some moss i'm dying

[lazylittledragon]

i am losing my entire shit right now, this single panel caused a nuclear disaster in my ig comments when someone said "halsin just saying 'astarion's partner' instead of his name feels icky"

which is such a fucking reach by itself but descended into this in about 5 seconds

[lostcherii]

HIDDEN NOVA

CHP(5) THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE WRONG 

Y/n pov

“I cannot get one good hour of sleep now, can i-” i rubbed my eyes and opened my phone to see why i was getting so many notification 

“..1K FOLLOWERS HUH-” i forgot that it was about 3 in the morning and normal people, unlike me, were sleeping 

“STOP SCROLLING ON INSTAGRAM AND YELLING WHILE YOUR AT IT,” nami yelled from the other room 

“SORRY-” i yelled back

“JUST STOP YELLING-”

I chuckled to myself thinking about how successful the band was becoming; they had even taken a few gigs at some other bars.

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“Hey law, you wanna meet up at the bar again?” i asked law while re-filling the coffee beans in the cafe

"Sure, I'm done with most of my work; I could use a little break. I have an extra bottle of wine as well,” he said, prepping the dishes on display 

“And a little wine for me maybe~?” i said grinning

Law laughed a little and said

“You need to stop drinking so much, ya’ know? Its gonna catch up to you someday.” 

"Na, i dont drink that much-” before i continued, law interrupted me and said

"Really, how many drinks did you have this week?”

"Law, its a Monday.”

“I know”

“...”

“Come on now, you just said you don't drink that much, so what are you hiding?” he said smirking 

“Just a few,” i said confidently 

“Just a few now, really,” he said, chuckling 

"Yup,” i said, smiling proudly at my bluff 

“You sure now what is a few for an alcoholic like you-”

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but- i would like some coffee." said one the customer with green hair

…It looked like moss, i thought. 

Moss head, yeah, sounds about right. He was quite well built

was wearing a compressed shirt with grey sweat pants with head phones around his neck and was also sweating like crazy so i just assumed that he had come from the gym near by- 

“Yeah sorry” said law quickly and took his order 

While i stared at him, he just looked confused and walked away 

"Hey, let me make that.” i snatched the cup from law and started to make his order while giggling to myself 

“You really are a alcoholic who escaped from a mental asylum,” mumbled Law and walked away to Vinyls.

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“Here you go,” i said, grinning to the mosshead 

“Thank you..” he said suspiciously, took his cup and was about to walk out the door, but

I just couldn’t hold it in and laughed 

He turned around and looked at me and started to inspect his cup and just looked amused to say the least, He smiled a little at me and walked out the door 

“The hell just happened,” said Law, taking a sip of his coffee (he had like a whole bottle filled with it)

In between my laughs, i flicked the tears off my eyes and said 

“I wrote mosshead on his coffee cup-” i said, grinning

“Thats it?” said Law, staring at me

I paused and looked at him. “Yeah, why-”

“You were laughing like a manic for that.” 

"Hey, it was funny,” i said, protesting 

"Sure, it was so funny, i think i pissed my pants,” said law sarcastically 

“You definitely did; i can smell it,” i said, pinching my nose and waying my hand back and forth infront of my face, pretending to smelling something horrific 

“You little shi-” 

"Law, what are you five?” i said, dying of laughter

(I was smacked by law on the head; yes, it did hurt a lot.)

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After an extremely long day at the university, when I finally came back home, I decided to take some sushi on the way back and passed out the second I got on my bed. I woke up and started to get ready to go to the bar. I decided that my power nap would be worth something, so I decided to get ready properly. I put on a tight burgundy full-sleeve shirt with flared jeans and some eyeshadow to match the look. I grabbed my leather bag and left for the bar.

I reached a little earlier than law and sat at the bar a little longer.

“y/n-ya” Yup, he’s here

“Law,“ i said, grinning 

He stopped glared at me and kept the wine bottle at a distance 

“You will not drink today,” said law sternly 

"Oh, come on, just a little,” i said, whining

“No Ace had to carry you back to the dorms whenever you came to the bar.”

I flushed; I knew he was correct. “Hey, he volunteered-”

“Ofcoruse do you know how dumb you are when your drunk? You almost punched someone with round glasses, saying screw you Potter, im the chosen one and proceeded to run around with a brom and then-”

"OK, GOT IT!” i yelled, trying to shut law from reminding me about my drunken deeds,

Though i knew he cared about me and that he he did this out of love; he was like an older brother to me, he genuinely cared about my as if i were his sister and i knew that so in the mercy of me not beating up someone up for wearing glasses, i said 

"Fine, i wont drink,” i said, groaning 

Law chuckled and poured himself a glass of wine 

We chatted for a while as law complained about the re-search facility and what not

“YOU IDIOT MARIMO YOU TOOK US TO THE WORNG BAR. LUFFY ISN’T HERE-” i heard a blond guy yell; he was smoking and seemed pissed with…OH MY GOD IS THAT MOSSHEAD-

“SHUT THE FUCK UP WOMEN GO FIND SOME PLACE TO COOK-”

“YOU LITTLE SHIT IM NOT A WOMEN-”

“GUYS STOP!” yelled a woman from behind them, and oh, is that?

“OH Y/NNN” nami ran in mine and laws direction and hugged me

“Please help me; I can't be alone with these boys alone. Night robin ditched me last minute,” she frowned 

I smiled back at her and looked at law “They can stay; I can't finish this bottle alone if you aren't drinking, ya know?” He said, chuckling.

"Hello, mylady, you look like a fallen angel descend from the heavens, my name is sanji” said the blonde one, grabbing my hand 

"Why, hello there, handsome,” i said, smirking 

[ The (wo)men was too stunned to speak.]

I looked at mosshead and grinned 

“So you got lost in search of me,” i said, grining 

"Yeah, no, I just got lost..” 

We both just looked at each other, and I started to laugh.

"Wait, so guys were supposed to go to the south end, but some how you guys came to the north end." i started to laugh so hard i was smacking the table 

“Hey- I'm just bad with my directions." said mosshead taking another shot 

"Oh, really tell me which is my left hand side.”

He pulled up his hands in an L-shape and i lost it 

"Hey, hey, come on- wait which is the left side, damn it-”

I was dying 

We got to know each other quite well. His name was Zoro. He was staying near Grandline. he was just here whenever he would not go for his dojo matches He was a kendōka meaning he was a professional kendo player.

“Thats so cool,” i said, looking at him

“I know,” he said proudly and smiled 

I asked him so many questions about the sport; we joked around for a bit; it was fun. I mean, he was a little reserved, but he was kind at heart; I could see that. 

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Ace pov

I walked into the bar hoping to spend some alone time with y/n, it's giddy but my day just feels a bit better when im with her, or so i thought 

The. fuck. 

What is she doing talking with another guy, and why are they laughing? Is she friends with him? does she like him- WHY IS THERE ANOTHER GUY WITH

HER WHAT THE FUC- 

I just looked at her smiling and laughing with the mossheaded idiot and some emo-looking dude (he got cool tattoos though-) thats not the point 

I just frowned a little and started to walk out the door.

“Jealously in Technicolor

Fear by name, love by numbers

Streetlamp amber, wanderlust

Powder in a blunderbuss”

 I thought for a second that y/n saw me, but I didn't feed my delusions and walked out the door. 

Each step felt heavy, like I was carrying a boulder or running away from my responsibilities. I gripped my hands and chuckled. How could I ever have such an amazing person? She deserves someone better, someone who has their own name without undeserved money and fame stuck to their name..

“HEY-” I turned around to see y/n? bent down on knees. She was panting like she just ran- did she run after me?

"Hey, are you ok?" i walked up beside her

“Yeah im..” She took a deep breath and smiled at me. “Fine,” i smiled back at her

We started to walk back home together

“Why did you chase after me?”

"Well, you left without saying hello to me,” she said, grinning 

I laughed 

“Oh well, im sorry, madam,” i said saracastly 

“Your forgiven,” she said, giggling 

God shes so fucking pretty 

We talked all the way back and finally we reached our dorm 

"Well, i guess this is goodbye Firefly,” i said 

“Firefly?” she said, tilting her head

“Your new nickname,” i said, chuckling; it was so simple it suited her well it slipped off my tongue like honey, sweet like her

She chuckled and said 

"Well, goodnight, tiger.” she blew me a kiss and walked off 

Was she drunk or did she just- i covered my face 

God this women was going to kill me and honestly, i wouldnt mind it 

As long as its her, I thought, chuckling, but I tried to keep myself on the ground, knowing she has other guys. Fucking hell I thought

As I looked up at the sky The stars the Moon why they were pretty but not even close to her beauty...

“She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me

And suddenly the sky is a scissor

Sitting on the floor with a tambourine

Crushing up a bundle of love

Don't take it so personally

You're not the only one

That time has got it in for, honey

That's where you're wrong.”

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Oh, the horrors of falling in love -Danny Words: 2,534 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Little Lion Man' -by Mumford & Sons

XXVI: Ah Shit, Here We Go Again

"We were..." I look at the boys towering over me, "training."

"Training?" Mike asks indignantly. "For what? Dying?"

"It's a long story," Nico rolls his eyes. "Harmless match, that's all."

"Harmless," Percy repeats, scowling. "Nico, you have a black eye. Ara's lip is busted and her leg is bleeding. What the Tartarus were you doing?"

Nico and I look at each other with the same surprised expression. I touch my lip and feel the blood, as well as the pain. Nico touches his eye and frowns. "Ouch," he mumbles.

"They wanted to know which was the strongest since they both believe they are the top gladiator of the twenty-first century," Connor explains.

"Why didn't you try to stop them?" Michael scolds him.

"Di Angelo cracked the ground beneath her feet and she threw a water bottle at his face and kicked him in the crotch!" Travis complains. "They move too fast."

"You two come with me." 

Mike guides us out of the arena with Lily quietly following close.

"Where are you taking us?"

"The infirmary is for campers who hurt themselves training properly, not for uncontrolled beasts who have fun breaking arms. I'm going to cure you two with other remedies, the ones that stink of compost."

"No one broke anything," Nico sulks.

I nod thoughtfully. "Can't be hard, though..."

"No more fights!" Lily and Mike shout in unison.

"Who won, then?" Connor asks Lily, quickly catching up to us.

We look at her, she looks back like she can't believe we're asking. "Nobody! None of them asked for a truce, Percy and Mike had to break the fight."

"One of us should've been better anyway."

"You're both equally stupid," she scolds us. "There was no winner. Period."

We get to the edge of the forest, Mike sits with us and smears our faces with a strange moss that stinks of stagnant water. 

Let me say, that stuff tastes as bad as it looks, so I refuse to put that in my mouth, I don't care if that means I'll end up having a scar.

Percy takes a look at us once we go back and asks in a frustrated tone: "You'll continue fighting until there's a winner, won't you?"

Nico and I look at each other with the same dark grin.

"Forget Kronos, they're going to die before they turn fourteen," Lily groans.

"I hope they gain some sense before that happens," Mike fixes my bandages with concern.

I don't care about the bruises and the scarring, they show I'm not afraid to throw a punch. Besides, if getting into fights means I'll have Mike's attention on me, I think I can live with it.

Ara gets yanked backward before a boulder hits her. 

"Get us out of here!" Nico yells at Leo, then he leans down. "That'd be the third time, by the way."

Ara pushes him aside. "I've saved your life more times than you can catch up to."

"Judging by how sloppy you are, I doubt it," he replies.

They've been trying to pass through this patch of sea for the last two days and each attempt ends with them having to retreat. Ara hasn't been this angry since the second time Percy went missing.

The girl curses in ancient Greek and tosses remains of rock off the deck, they land in the water with a pathetic splash. She walks up to the others, scowling and muttering swear words under her breath.

"Well, that was sucktastic," Leo groans, matching her mood. "Should I wake the others?"

"They need rest," Hazel says, though she looks tired too. "We'll have to figure out another way on our own."

"Huh... another way—do you see one?" Leo scowls at his monitor.

Ara's eyes stay on him as he speaks. She doesn't know if he's angry or guilty about the fortune cookie, could be both, but the boy's made a clear effort to keep her away so she can't use her empath touch on him, which is torture. 

Today he's wearing a stained work shirt and singed jeans, and his hair is covered in sweat and dirt yet Ara has the urge to reach up and kiss his stupid frown away. The longer he stays away, the more she wants to yell at him, hating that she can't focus on saving her friends because she's too busy yearning for a kiss.

"It's our fault," Hazel says at last. "Nico's and mine. The numina can sense us." 

"Yeah, I agree," Ara sulks. "It's Nico's fault."

The boy glares at her as he picks out splinters off his jacket. Ara suspects he knows she's just pushing his buttons because she has no other outlet.

"Earth spirits don't like children of the Underworld. That's true," he says ignoring her. "We get under their skin—literally. But I think the numina could sense this ship anyway. We're carrying the Athena Parthenos. That thing is like a magical beacon."

"So crossing the mountains is out," Leo sighs, examining the monitor again. "Thing is, they go a long way in either direction."

"We could go by sea," Hazel offers. "Sail around the southern tip of Italy."

"That's a long way. Plus, we don't have..." Nico glances at Ara pointedly. "Our sea expert, Percy."

The girl tightens her grasp on Almighty's grip. "Well, we obviously can't go this way any more than we can shadow travel the whole ship, so there's gotta be a way around it."

"What about continuing north?" Hazel continues. "There has to be a break in the mountains, or something."

Leo tinkers with the Archimedes sphere newly installed on the ship. Ara's fingers have been itching to touch it, but she doesn't know how it works, and since Leo is spending the least amount of time with her, asking her boyfriend for lessons is out of the question.

A hologram comes out when Leo presses a few buttons and proceeds to examine the map carefully. "I dunno. I don't see any good passes to the north. But I like that idea better than backtracking south. I'm done with Rome."

"Whatever we do," Nico continues, "we have to hurry. Every day that Annabeth and Percy are in Tartarus..."

"They'll be fine for the next three days," Ara states confidently.

"Because you say so?" Nico scoffs. "The universe doesn't bow to you, regardless of what you think."

Ara's blood boils instantly. "Do you know what my job was on the quests I went to?"

"Was it Lady-in-distress?" Nico taunts her. "Or bait? You liked to squirm a lot."

Ara steps closer. Hazel and Leo prepare to break a possible fight, this has happened way too many times in the two days Nico's been on the ship. "I was in charge of supplies. I know how much food Annabeth and Percy consume, the amount of nectar and ambrosia they need, and they know I'm good at my job. I would never let them starve during the first two days of a journey."

"The supplies you had in your stupid dino were for you, not them," Nico argues.

"They were better survivors than I ever was, dumbass, do you think I didn't take that into consideration?" She scowls. "They have enough for a whole week, perhaps more if they eat less than they should."

Hazel hurries to speak. "He's just worried, Ara. Please."

The girl sounds so stressed that Ara snaps out of her anger. She looks back at Hazel's imploring eyes and steps back, arms crossing over her chest as she avoids looking at Nico.

"Anyway," she continues in a gentler voice. "If we're going to change trajectory, we should bring the others. Jason can fly and check for us, Piper's dagger can help too, maybe."

"No," Hazel replies stubbornly. "We can figure this out. We just need some creative thinking. Another way to cross those mountains, or a way to hide ourselves from the numina."

"The only way to hide would be using the mist," Ara raises a brow. "But I've never been able to trick monsters with that."

"And like Ara said, if I was alone, I could shadow-travel. But that won't work for an entire ship. And honestly, I'm not sure I have the strength to even transport myself anymore," Nico says with frustration.

"I could maybe rig some kind of camouflage," Leo suggests, "like a smoke screen to hide us in the clouds."

"Arion," Hazel says suddenly.

"What?" Nico frowns.

Leo lets out a joyful exclamation as he points forward.  "It's her horse, man! You missed that whole part. We haven't seen him since Kansas!"

"He's back?" Ara squints, spotting the animal rushing towards them.

Hazel smiles. "We have to meet him—He's here to help."

"Yeah, okay." Leo tilts his head. "But, uh, we talked about not landing the ship on the ground anymore, remember? You know, with Gaea wanting to destroy us and all."

"Just get me close, and I'll use the rope ladder. I think Arion wants to tell me something." 

"Just don't go too far away," Ara pauses. "Though since it's Arion, I almost feel stupid asking that."

"Almost?" Nico responds sarcastically.

"Enough," Hazel scowls at them. "Leo, don't let them fight while I'm gone."

"What?" Leo waves his hands in front of him rejecting the idea. "No, no, no! These two drive me nuts! Not even Coach Hedge can stand their arguments, and he loves it when people fight!"

Ara frowns. "I'll go below decks, if that makes you feel less anxious, Hazel—you," she points at Nico. "Wait for your sister."

"Like you have to tell me," he mutters.

"And you..." Ara looks at Leo. He briefly looks into her eyes before turning to the control board. "Keep looking for alternative routes."

"On it, General," he mumbles, eyes fixed on the sphere's projection.

Lily stares at the Aphrodite figurine in her hand. I'd left it in my room, but I guess she found it when she went looking for her dagger. She's on border patrol, it seems, next to Thalia's tree. Connor Stoll is with her. 

"Hey," he nudges her arm. "Don't you need like a whole deck of cards to play with that?"

Lily puts the item in her pocket. "I'm not playing."

"What's on your mind?" Connor asks, then looks away wincing. "Never mind."

The girl stares ahead. "Do you think she's okay?"

"The last thing we heard was that she was slaying sea monsters," he grins. "I think she's having a ball."

Lily pulls out her dagger and plays with it. "But the Roman tropes are coming—and she's not here to send them away."

"Quests are more important, Lily," he tries to reason. "And it's her brother we're talking about. I mean, you have to remember he and Annabeth are her oldest friendships in camp—"

"I'm not talking about stupid friendships," she snaps. "She made an oath. That's what this is about."

Connor frowns. "To you?"

She stabs the ground and glares at it. "Didn't even try to take me along..."

"Because there was no way that'd—"

"I know!" Lily stands up. "It's not about that either!" The girl huffs before continuing. She seizes the Aphrodite figurine again. "Do you remember... people used to like her from the get-go? She could make a crowd welcome her in with open arms. I know she has charmspeak, but there used to be something else—she made me believe there was hope out there for us. Now she..."

Lily hands Connor the figurine and sits down, gazing wistfully at the small statue.

"She was pure sunshine. You know what I mean."

Connor seems uncomfortable, he puts the figure in his pocket and gets up, then offers his hand to Lily. "C'mon, you have to join Grover and Rachel for the meeting with the Roman kids."

Lily groans, but she takes his hand anyway. I get to see their matching soul lights immediately after. "Do I have to?"

"We respond to you while Ara is gone," he smiles. "And we all know you've always been in charge of the diplomacy, anyway."

Ara opens her eyes at once, almost falling off her chair. She'd fallen asleep on the worktable while trying—and failing—to read.

"Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?"

She turns and spots Jason and Leo, her boyfriend has been napping in one corner of the engine room hugging the statue in Athena's hand. Ara straightens her posture and rubs her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Leo pushes a tangled blanket off his lap. "We were just cuddling. Um, what's going on?"

"We made it through the mountains," Jason announces. "We're almost to Bologna. You should join us in the mess hall. Nico has new information."

"Oh, goody," Ara mutters, pushing the hair out of her face and closing her book. "Nico wants to talk..."

Jason frowns. "Can we get through a meeting without you two fighting?"

Ara thinks of what she saw in her dream, and her annoyance shifts into shame. "Fine, I'll sit away from him."

Once they're left alone, Leo and Ara speak simultaneously. "I had a bad dream."

Ara raises a brow. "That's why you were cuddling Nike?"

"Don't worry, she was a one-night thing," Leo approaches her worktable. "But please, tell me yours didn't have Janus again? That would make mine worse."

"What? No, it was a different type of dream," she replies, eyeing him intently. "What was yours?"

"It was a lady and she was like, offering me two different types of death," he shrugs, trying to remember. "Said something about a maze..."

Ara's stomach twists in dread. "No, that was not related to my dream, but it sounds bad. You don't want to find yourself in a maze ever, Leo. They suck."

"Geez, sunshine, stop trying to cheer me up," he sulks.

"Sorry," she tries again, Lily's words tormenting her. "Perhaps Nico has something useful for a change. And uh... is Hazel..?"

"She came back. I came here to let you know but it felt wrong to wake you, so I took a nap instead."

Despite everything, Ara smiles. "You took a nap where your girlfriend was... just at the opposite corner of the room?"

"Your bench isn't large enough for the two of us."

"Nothing to do with avoiding all physical contact with me, right?"

Leo's nose starts to steam. "Whaat? Baby, you know I can't live without you!" Ara crosses her arms and stares at him, so he caves. "Listen, can't blame a guy for feeling awkward, okay?"

"About what?"

"Your brother and oldest friend falling straight to hell because of what I did."

"It sounds terrible that way," she frowns. 

"When you bravely tried to lighten our burden by closing the Doors of Death alone but ended up getting your friends in trouble," he raises a brow, being heavily sarcastic. "Better?"

The girl sighs. "If it means anything... I would've been really sorry about not giving you a goodbye kiss."

Leo's voice contains a bit of amusement. "That's as close as you can get to an apology?"

"I won't say I'm glad it was my brother and Annabeth instead," she complains.

"That's not what I want to hear either."

"What do you want?" Ara leans closer, almost begging.

The boy holds her by the shoulders, playfully shaking her. "I don't want anything, Arae! Stop trying to fix it!"

"That's rich coming from you!" She huffs, pushing his hands away.

Leo smirks, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. "It is, isn't it? Come on, we shouldn't keep Nico waiting. That'll only give him more reasons to talk shit about you."

"He'll do it anyway," Ara mumbles, letting him guide her out of the engine room.

"I know, honey, I know," he replies in a mushy voice. "You are so strong for putting up with that."

"Shut up."

"My brave little angel..."

"I mean it!"

"The gods's strongest warrior—"

Ara tries to elbow him but Leo dodges her, escaping with a devilish laugh.

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

kann you do headcanons/oneshots for gustav in 2003/2004 who has ein crush on fem reader who's in the band. Like Her und Gustav make milkshakes together, und uhm other foods. And they're always laughing and he gets super blushy whenever she's giggling? Kann reader also be someone who likes to dye their hair a lot und gustav helps her sometimes, or watches her do her makeup? Danke schon!! (I'm so sorry for my englisch 😭😭😭 it's so bad)

(hello! Sure I can! Enjoy, schön!)

Gustav Schäfer's Crush

I feel like he would be able to hide his feelings fairly well

But you catch him at times and there is no going back

Once he is discovered it's over

But he is nice, sweet and pretty cool with you before

He would help you with little things even if you could do it alone

Just always somehow with you no matter what

Seems like a duo of best friends but truly crushes

He admired from afar ever since day one and even as you guys got older

When Devilish was just starting out you guys were practicing you always found a way to somehow annoy each other for giggles

He's be walking behind you and poke you with his drumstick and then flee when you come after him

Especially in that little apartment house thingy we say in videos

Would grab your shit, run and have you chase him only to lock himself in a room

He trapped himself really

Watching TV on the couch with his head in your lap

You guys thought you had crushes pretty well but looking back on it as you guys are older-

That shit was so obvious Tom, Bill and Georg were begging you guys to put them out their misery

Somehow always got lost staring at you as you laughed, smiled or just stood there going over practically anything

Legit mesmerized

You guys somehow found a tradition of making milkshakes together

He got the ingredients out, you got the bowls

You guys would sometimes surprise each other with a new milkshake, you would make his and he would make yours

But most of the time he had your favorite milkshake flavor and just how you liked it down in his mind to a T

You guys were cooking a lot with each other but most of the time it ended in chaos

You guys got banned from the kitchen a lot

Blame him, he threw dried rice at you and then you threw a soda can at him

Nobody's fault really

He finds pride in making you laugh

Be it tickling, jokes, making fun of things or making a fool out of himself

He just liked making you laugh

In interviews he would say something that resulted in you laughing, and you would just be giggling under your breath, sorta hiding your face in his shoulder as he's all smiling

A little blushy I'm not denying it

Gustav saw your little journey of natural hair to dyed hair the whole way

He likes how you look natural haired and dyed haired

He thinks you look pretty either way but if it makes you happy he doesn't mind it

He was the one you asked to help dye your hair for the first time

He sucked at it but it somehow turned out alright

Was proud of his (your) work very much so

He more admired from afar when you guys get older because he doesn't trust himself not to get it in your eyes or moss some spots

But watching you do your makeup is a MUST

He sits behind you as you work on the mirror and stares

He doesn't think he could do the makeup very well but he likes your process

He thinks you look more amazing without it though and is the one to tell you you don't need it

But if you like it and feel good, he'll happily watch you

Maybe get suckered into buying you some

[autumnshowell]

Autumn's listening to Morgan, and at the same time, fiddling at the controls in the door, as if its the most interesting thing in the world - her eyes scan over her fingers as they fumble at toggles and buttons and she thinks about the dirt under her fingernails. Digging into the dirt trying to pull herself out of a car only to run into something huge and snarling and so much worse. The faint memory of clawing at dirt again moments later as it drags her around the floor of the woods. Screams and gnashing teeth. It doesn't add up. Blood all over the shredded shoulder of shirt and jacket, to the point she'd had to have Miss Moss bring her something to wear. She doesn't want to talk about it - elephant in the back seat or not, because it makes her feel insane. "They said my x-rays and stuff were fine... I hit my f-face on the wheel but it didn't break anything - just a couple of cuts." She motions to her face, where there's the lightest of bruising on her nose and cheek, already scabbed over under some bandages. She doesn't bring up the marks on her shoulder and arm that the doctors insist look like she's had them for years, that they can't be from this accident. That there's no evidence of an animal doing what she says it did. She digs through the compartment, can't help looking at the CDs. Liz Phair, Bonnie Tyler, Thin Lizzy, something called Echo and the Bunnymen that makes her think of her dad for some reason that she can't place. She's never really been enough of a music person to know a bunch of names but she does like Liz Phair when she wants something kinda retro-y. "That sounds good." She says, trying to sound enthused and grateful - because she is grateful, just exhausted. = = =

"You've got a really nice house, Miss Moss." She says between mouthfuls of burger. She'd forgone fries from Bun Intended, which had made her laugh once she realized the wordplay - a laugh she had really, really needed - and gone all in on a second burger. The smell in the drive-thru had been unbearable - and she's not sure if its the painkillers or the anti-anxiety stuff they gave her but god, she's so fucking hungry. There's a sudden pang in her shoulder when she puts the burger down, and she rubs on her shoulder while rolling it slowly; She's trying not to be morose, and trying not to think about what's waiting for her after today. Her mom hasn't texted her back since she'd basically refused to pick her up. Aria's not able to show up til sundown. Her phone dings and she looks at it. "...My boss texted me back, and said no big about the Porsche which, is amazing and concerning... says I'm gonna need to sign some things though." She leans back in the chair and sinks a little, staring at the food, the phone, sighs. "I... kind of feel like I'm not awake right now. Like this isn't happening." She looks at Morgan and her face, which has maintained it's steadiness for a while now, finally starts to crumble. "Will you tell me this is real? That I'm not dead or something? This is all too easy, like it all happened or didn't happen or whatever for no reason." She lets out a deep, nervous breath and tries really hard not to break down into sobs but it doesn't really work. AJ's not mad at her about the car. She's not really hurt. She gets to go home and be with somebody she loves tonight. So why does she feel like it's not real, like this is what the brain does when you're dying, make up a nice little cozy ending to offset all the blood and pain.

The roads are quiet as she drives, and it's not long before they're back in the city. But Morgan hasn't actually asked where they're headed yet. She felt it was better to let Autumn tell her, or to keep the options open at least. The older woman takes some quick glances at the girl, not wanting to be too overbearing but wanting to make sure she's actually doing alright.

"Burgers, yeah, that's easy enough. There's a cute little local place called Bun Intended, they do really good smashburgers, if you like those," Morgan nods, plotting a course for the restaurant. "You poor thing, I can't imagine how much adrenaline and energy you've burned through... I'm just glad you seem like you're in good shape, all things considered. Sorry, I said I wouldn't ask questions but, did they say you need to watch out for any signs of a concussion?"

Morgan will never say it out loud, but she's just glad the accident wasn't like her husband's 'accident' that was really a coverup, even if she still doesn't have 100% assurance that a vampire did actually kill him. But she's almost certain on that. She also only asks because she really wants to make sure if she's supposed to be keeping Autumn awake here -- the girl looks partly ready to keel over again, and she's got some scratches and... well, it doesn't remind her of watching Laure heal Kevin's injuries with blood or anything. But she's not an expert on these things.

"Here, I think I have one of those car charger cords in the center console under the arm rest, if you need it for your phone," she says (even if Autumn might have to sort through a handful of napkins and some plastic CD cases in the search). Autumn's request is manageable, though. Morgan rarely takes the opening shift at Retrocity anyways, opting to handle close -- so she doesn't need to be there for a few hours yet.

"How about we get lunch to go and then take it back to my place? I think the arcade might be a little too much excitement, personally. I've got a nice big couch or you can lay down on the bed, take a shower, whatever you need. And we can talk about whatever you want to, or just listen to music, watch a movie, or just take it easy and quiet. I'll be right there, you don't have to be alone if you don't want. 'Kay?"

[portraitsofguilt]

(i just saw your matchup post, so i will strike my shot. miss you broooo, i've been away from tumblr 😭 also you can ignore this if there's no more places, ily mwah)

soooo...about myself...ok, this is hard omg. ok 😭*takes a deep breath* don't panic!! ugh 😮‍💨.

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GENERAL ♡

- cancer sun, infj mbti, ravenclaw

- 21 years old

- short af, i am like, 4'11

- lesbian

- i am the theatre and ballet kid

- i currently work as a makeup artist but i also do tarot readings for an extra income

- physical traits are that i am really fucking short, pale, petite, tattooed, blue eyes, i am a natural blonde but i recently dyed my long hair black for the aesthetic.

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PERSONALITY ♡

- i am very introverted and laid back, however, i am not at all timid. i love spending time by myself and i get overwhelmed easily in public as i recharge alone, or besides the one person i love. i am a huge appreciator of silence and calmness.

- i am a crybaby. literally. i am a very sensitive person and the stereotype of a feeler, i kin that one melanie martinez song 🤡. i am the type of person who will cry because an animal is cute and i just find it wholesome, or if i see an emotional scene in a disney cartoon. yes. pathetic, i know. my friends pick on me a lot for it lmfao.

- i have the caregiver syndrome. i worry a lot about the people i care about and i am very nurturing over them. i need to constantly check if they're feeling good, if they ate, drank water...when i hang out, i always end up being the mom of the group.

- huge animal person. i adore all animals and if i see one, i will feel like petting it. i mean it. it could even be a squirrel. don't judge me moss, i am not out of my disney princess phase. however, i am a cat person. i loooooove cats and my camera roll is legit 80% pictures of my cats. my clothes and furniture are covered in fur, i swear. i will send cat videos to my s.o. and caption it with "us".

- the thing i value the most in a person is loyalty. i even have a loyalty tattoo. it's a strong trait i have in myself, if i love you, i would kill and die for you. it makes me a very intense lover as i literally turn into some gomez addams.

- my toxic trait is that i isolate myself when i am feeling down, upset, or depressed. i push people away when things get tough because i would rather handle myself than bringing my problems onto them. i have a hard time letting people help me.

- i love beauty and i see beauty in all things. so i am always dressed up, even if i have nowhere in particular to go. i love fixing my hair, taking care of my body, dressing up, buying accessories and clothes, my house is all decorated and everything i carry with me must be unique and delicate. i am also very, very feminine. my feminity isn't light though, it's dark.

- i am a witch. i have been studying and practicing witchcraft for years and it's a very important aspect of my life. i am devoted to hekate and i have an altar for her at home. as i stated up there, i am a tarot reader and it's part of my income.

- i speak in a calm, low tone even when i am angry. it's scary because I'm there talking quietly with my eyes almost alive on my face.

- my house smells like scented candles and incenses.

- i ALWAYS smell good. i am paranoid over it, i swear. i am always putting essential oils on my skin, moisturizer, perfume...i must always smell marvelous and live of my fantasy of being a fairy in a modern woman desguise lmfao.

- i love quietness, as i said. so with that said, i like going on walks in nature. i like walking barefoot on the grass and if it's breezy, i open the windows of my apartment just to feel it on my skin. if it starts raining a little, i don't open my umbrella, i love the feeling of the water droplets and the smell of wet earth.

- i feel attracted to older, stronger women. as a person who's very independent and even a bit stubborn, i like the thought of a partner who will make me fall to my knees, tame me. you know, make me melt down. as lana said, "i'm stronger than all my (wo)men, except for you."

- stanning lana del rey is a personality trait for me so uhm 🚬💋

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HOBBIES ♡

- reading. i am such a bookworm and i am always reading something in public. if you see me at the subway, i will have a book in hand. my favorite author is edgar allan poe. i tend to recite a lot of book quotes in conversations.

- writing. i mean, you already know this moss lmfao, but i love writing. It can either be fanfiction, though i am currently working on a fantasy book. however, my biggest love is and always will be poetry.

- baking. i love baking shit. specially cake.

- i go on walks daily and i take the opportunity to watch the world around me while listening to music.

- my day only starts after i have coffee.

- ballet (?). I don't think it should be here as a hobby because i am a professional ballerina and i have been dancing since i was a child, but here it is.

- gaming. can be electronic, gambling, board games...it doesn't matter to me.

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my preference ♡ - moss, i just want an older woman from either arcane or league of legends because i have mommy issues. love you girlie.

your match-up and star messenger is . . .

ENFORCER GRAYSON (istj) !

you are the "there is a thin line between love and hate" couple

let moss explain... enforcer grayson is a woman of her word, strength, and knowledge, she takes down every obstacle be it emotional or physical but after the first time meeting you she doesn’t really know where to put you. she despises your cheery voice, that you choose the skirt over the pants in the office even with all these men around, she is sick of you and picks on you every chance she gets. after getting you to know a little better, now being aware of her feelings for you she will be distant, no longer insulting you, but instead just pulling on her shoulder before leaving you behind.

she needs someone like you, someone who cares for her, makes sure she has enough lunch for her work day, and that she never forgets to drink and not only those alcoholic drinks she oh so often jugs down after she is off duty. she appreciates that you too recharge when having space, she needs that too to clear her thinking, to form thoughts influenced by nothing. at the first few stages of your relationship, she will seem like she is playing you, that she might just wanna see if she still has the charm but she really is nervous about actually seducing you. she wants you to be hers, to spend a life together, to create memories both of you will fondly remember no matter the hard times.

some aspects of your relationship would be:

"stop texting me weird stuff at night, i am right next to you."

dance class dates !!! grayson always wanted to learn the proper way to dance when hitting a gala, she just hasn't had the perfect partner yet.

she will always make little comments about your tarot readings, she doesn't believe in that... but... it does seem interesting as you do it

she gives you a chuckle every time you drop a few tears because of something being cute, it warms her heart in a non-weird way

MEETING EACH OTHER !

version 1

ah yes, the steam train, is one of the most convenient ways of getting to work for you. the ticket was cheap, the ride was short, and looking out on its windows gave you a whole new perspective on piltover. grayson too takes the train most of the time to work for the listen reason above but the day she first saw you was because she was patrolling on the train. you were yet to get off, but she couldn't get her eyes off of you, then she saw the book in your hand and tried making up the courage to step to you and ask for your name. but when she finally did you were just getting off, leaving your book behind on your seat, giving her the perfect opportunity to strike.

"i wouldn't mind buying you coffee and talking about the book... hope you wouldn't either."

version 2

you have been working at the piltover police office for the past few months, not the best job but it paid well enough so you only needed to pick up a smaller job to really make a living. you didn't do much, sit in front of a pile of papers, and that's why you didn't understand why you were required to do a physical test when you have more than enough case hours to dodge it. but order is order, and you have to keep this job if you want to make it through this time of the year. you were waiting for the pt instructor in the station's gym, impatiently staring at the clock above the entrance of the room. soon grayson walked inside, looking like a high school pe teacher, yet she still managed to take you by surprise, how inviting she looked despite the frown she had on her face. she too felt a sort of... pull towards you and hardly held eye contact whenever you tried to.

"come on sweet heart, physical for you? you help us out so much, had it already waved it for ya’.”

YOUR SONG IS . . .

stargirl interlude by lana del rey !

[strayen-fx]

Red.

》 HHJ x reader

》 angst, vampirish theme

》 warnings: mentions of blood, hints of physical assault

》 2.1k words

》 a/n: short and simple, after months of writing break. Hope you guys enjoy regardless :)

“Stay away from them, my dear. Save your blood from the horrors of their fangs. Be wary of solitude, and be wary of the crowd.”

It was a day not unlike any other. My morning kicked off lazily, with me waking up almost an hour later than a college freshman was supposed to. Nothing unusual there. I did my usual morning prep, took a cup of grandma’s tea in one gulp, and went my way. I was already late for the train—I had to run after a departing bus with an exceptional speed that would put Olympiads to shame. I got in the room just in time as the bell rang for first period. I came in huffing like an old man, but it’s alright. Way better than walking through the early jam-packed hallways.

The first aberration in my daily humdrum existence happened on my way to fourth period. A student from another department stopped me on my tracks. I knew him; he was a member of the student council. Was I in some sort of trouble?

He introduced himself as Han Jisung, then proceeded to ask if I have seen his friend.

“He’s tall,” Jisung explained. “But like, not super tall. Not the towering-over-people kind. He has a mole under his eye. He’s got black—no wait, I think he dyed his hair again the other day. Anyway, have you seen someone like him? He’s noticeably handsome. I guess. I’m more handsome, though, but you know what I mean.”

The whole school would know who he is talking about. The one and only Hwang Hyunjin: champion swimmer, council member, and just a general talk of the town. The Prince. Even if I did see him around, though, I wouldn’t know. I never pay attention to the people I walk by.

I shook my head and muttered a soft sorry. I did feel bad for Jisung. He looked so worried and dejected, and I can’t blame him—not after after the incident with Seungmin. I can’t really take it against him to worry about his friends. I sauntered off to my next class, my mind still stuck on the fact that a normal person in my school has actually talked to me, and I was able to keep my composure.

Fifth period: P.E. I don’t even know why we still have this subject in college. I opted to take a stroll instead. You see, a huge, dense forest is situated right behind the main school grounds. You could say that the school itself lies within the bosom of greeneries. Unkempt bushes and rows of towering trees stretched over several miles deep, starting from the edge of the campus to god-knows-where. It is my goal to scout the whole area before graduation.

Weighed down by my personal monstrous beast, I trudged through. I walked for at least fifteen minutes before I finally reached the spot—my spot. Sheet of decaying leaves cushioned a huge gray boulder, standing at least ten feet tall, shaped like an odd piece of egg smashed against the forest floor. Against it stood a larger stone, this one dotted with moss and weathered with cracks. They were propped against each other for support, as if stopping one another from tumbling to the ground.

There was a smaller rock at the foot of the smaller stone, and I use it as leverage to climb up and sit on top of the largest boulder. It was my favorite place. Most times I could just pretend that I was alone in my own tiny bubble, at the center of that clearing that nobody else ventures but me. I don’t feel the breath of people suffocating me with every step that I take. I don’t feel my heart thumping with the sight of anyone else. I don’t need to hold back. Here, I don’t feel weird.

But today felt somehow different.

It was awfully silent. The wind felt sharper and colder. Electricity was humming in the air, leaving my skin prickling with discomfort. There was a tension in my veins that I couldn’t quite explain—it felt like an omen of an incoming disaster.

Time ticked slow. A couple hours could have passed—or maybe it has only been five minutes—when a nearby rustling perked up my senses.

Trying to keep my movements as quiet as possible, I hopped down and took up a defensive position, which wasn’t easy to do for a student with no actual weapon aside from an almost-empty bag and a worn-out calligraphy pen. My instincts told me to take cover—but my feet seemed glued to the ground. Sweat trickled from my forehead. My hands started to feel clammy.

And then, just as I was about to scamper away, a figure crashed into view from behind the nearest oak tree. I almost threw my bag towards the person’s direction, until I had a clear view of the intruder’s face.

It was Hwang Hyunjin, wide-eyed and disoriented, with his cheeks and uniform smudged with traces of blood.

“Help me.”

His voice came out as a tiny croak, as if his throat was filled with acid. He stumbled towards me, reaching out his hand for support. I wasn’t able to move an inch—and who could blame me? The situation was way too hard to process.

Hwang Hyunjin, the university prince, was hunched huffing before me, his clothes caked with mud and dried blood, his hair a nest of mess on his head. He had a cut on his cheek, I noticed. His breathing was heavy and labored, as if the mere act of standing on his own two feet required all the effort he could muster.

“Help me,” he repeated.

“What happened to you?” I managed to blurt out. My initial thought was that some random outsiders kicked his butt for stealing their girlfriends. But no—someone like Hyunjin would have been able to handle that. Plus, something in his eyes showed an elaborate fear—something only a beast would be capable of instilling. I should know.

My heart began thumping faster, a colossal drum barreling in my chest.

Just as my schoolmate was about to open his mouth and explain, a loud rustling broke the stillness of the air. Before I could process what was happening, Hyunjin grabbed my hand and bolted away, dragging me with him.

“Don’t look back!” he warned.

I did.

At least a dozen feet behind us was another male, probably as old as Hyunjin. He was sporting our school uniform, walking casually under the shades of trees as if time wasn’t of any matter. What puzzled me, though, was the fact that we can’t seem to distance ourselves from him despite the heavy efforts Hyunjin had been exerting to drag us both away from this newcomer.

I took another glance behind me, and to my surprise, the young man wasn’t there anymore. Nowhere behind us, as if he dissipated without a single trace.

Hyunjin took a sudden stop, causing me to bump my head against his back. I was about to call him out for stopping, but then I saw the looming figure a few meters in front of us.

“You…?” I began, my mind a juggle of unanswered questions. How on earth did that happen? How is he—

Hyunjin's friend, Kim Seungmin, stood before us in his dirty school uniform. He looked pale, his eyes bloodshot, but he was standing there in full grace, very much alive, giving us a toothy grin. “You’re hurting my feelings, Hyun. Why are you running away from me?”

Hyunjin’s grip on my hand went tighter. “Seungmin...”

“Friends are supposed to help each other, am I right?” Seungmin continued, faux dismay dripping in his voice. He bared his fangs, its tips dripping with fresh blood. “So help me, Hyunjin.”

I felt my body run cold. I wanted to scream, run, anything—anything to get away from this. From him. From the two of them. From everything. But Hyunjin's hand remained strong around my wrist, and my legs were close to turning jelly. I could start to feel the fullness in my mouth, the pointy ends of my incisors. Something that only happens when I'm in an extreme hunger or danger.

“Stay away from them,” grandma said. “We are the same kind, but we are different. Weaker. They see us as preys, as special commodities. They can smell your blood despite my concoctions, my dear, remember this!”

Seungmin tilted his head to one side, finally regarding my presence. “And you, over there. I’ve never tried drinking such special blood.” He grinned. “Satiate my thirst.”

The last thing I knew, a strong hand was pressing tightly around my neck, turning my vision green.

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“Have you heard of the news?”

“What news?”

“Kim Seungmin was safe! They found him in the forest yesterday.”

“Thank goodness! Was he hurt?”

“He had a few gashes, but he’s fine. Hyunjin found him and brought him to the hospital right away.”

Students filled the corridor, everyone bustling and hustling about the news: after his sudden disappearance, Seungmin was finally found by his best friend, Hyunjin. The latter saw him in the forest, hungry and disoriented. They went straight to the hospital to treat his minor wounds, and that was that—nobody bothered to ask how he managed to lose himself in the wilderness, or how we managed to survive seven days on his own. Nobody asked him stupid and unnecessary questions. Seungmin was safe, and that was all that mattered.

I brushed my way past the milling crowd, flinching at every accidental touch. I kept my eyes on the ground, forcing my mind into silence. I was expecting everyone to be in their respective classrooms at this time of the day, but apparently, the news of Seungmin’s return has become enough reason for everyone to wander about and neglect their individual duties. It was a grand miscalculation on my part—I hadn’t braced myself for this huge number of people.

Not here. Not now. Not ever.

I just have to get back home, and then it’ll be over. My insides would stop churning once I’ve drunk grandma’s tea—that has worked for 18 years now. I can stop this. I can stop me.

I made a run towards the comfort room. To my luck, nobody was inside. I washed my face over and over, as if doing so would cleanse me from the impurity stamped on every drop of my blood. The face on the mirror horrified me—I had to stop myself from punching the glass over and over.

The moment I stepped out, I felt his presence.

He was there, leaning against the wall, lurking behind the shadows. There was a faint gleam of terror in his eyes, but at the same time, I can feel it: the hunger. Lust for meat. Thirst for blood.

“Don’t be like him, Hyunjin,” I pleaded. “Don’t be like us.”

He shook his head in resignation. “It’s too late.”

He took a step closer. Another. He kept on walking until he stood right in front of me, too close I can feel him breathe.

Too close I can see the faint traces of blood on his lips.

“I’m still hungry,” he sobbed. “I’m still hungry…”

Fear was apparent in his eyes—fear of what would happen to him, fear of what he had become. “You will be fine,” I offered, taking his hand in mine. “Trust me on this. It will be fine.”

And then I felt it, stronger this time—the hunger he was talking about. The thirst. My stomach growled in protest at the sight of Hyunjin’s pale flesh. I can smell his blood—I can feel its steady rhythm as it flowed through his pulsing veins.

I need to get home. Maybe my grandma could do something about Hyunjin, too. Maybe she could produce a stronger tea, and both of us wouldn’t have to worry about our instincts anymore.

We stood next to each other for a full minute before he broke the silence.

“We need each other to survive,” Hyunjin whispered. “If we drink the blood of our own kind, we can last for a month without feeding on others.” He freed his hand from my hold and gripped my shoulders tightly. “I need you. And you need me, too.”Hyunjin leaned down until we were staring at each other at eye level. He closed the distance between us. I closed my eyes, and for the first time, I allowed my monster to take ove.

[forestwater87]

Okay, for all of you who don't feel like watching Miles RP as David

Here are some of my favorite quotes. Context may be added if I feel like it. Reactions are my goblin brain screaming. All of these came from a discord so if they don't make sense . . . see goblin brain comment.

(That link should start directly at the point where he becomes David; if it doesn't, skip to 1:40:33)

In roughly chronological order:

David: "Teachers are sort of like camp counselors during the rest of the year."

The thing is David is absolutely up his own ass enough to think this.

David: "Trail mix is expensive!"

^ said to show he understands why not everyone can donate to the charity for teachers. Very adorable, am crying.

David's "ooooh" seeing one dude was extremely non-heterosexual. Fucking bicon. Him losing his mind that one of the arenas is called "Survey camp"

David: "A person's hitting me -- I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry this is just pretend!"

This is just canonically how David plays video games. Either this or he's unwilling to commit violence at all, but I'll defer to Miles.

David: "That's very goat of you!"

Spencer: "Is David popular amongst his campers?"

David: "I like to think so! There's only 3 staff members, so I'm definitely in everyone's top 3."

"That also means you're in the bottom 3."

David: "Well, I choose not to think of it that way."

(I have to keep adding reacts so you can tell when one quote ends and another begins. Judge not lest ye be judged)

I think the other person in the stream is named Spencer. Friend of Miles. I know literally nothing else about him and am not even confident on those facts.

Every time he says something so non-David in his David voice I die: "I have a lot of grenades!"

David: "Oh my goodness, would you look at this beautiful scenery! Can we hike that mountain?"

This is so goddamn cute. I am dying. Miles looked at his fans and said "they will eat tonight" and I am so relieved.

David: "Not to be a couple of Greedy Garys, but I say we get this [care package] and then I'll drop another one!"

The fact that Miles is grinning like a lunatic the entire time is very good. (Also if this is formatted badly then I'm sorry but not all that sorry. I'm doing my best and David would be proud of me.)

David: "Didja getim? Didja getim? didja getim? How 'bout now?"

Spencer: "I didn't get 'em."

David: "Well, you tried your best and that's all that matters."

He calls healing "a little health kiss." I'm not sure why but it's very important to me.

David: [while jumping to murder someone] "Hi! Scuse me!"

(i just need something to separate the quotes okay)

David: "Well you know what gang, we did our best. You don't always win the 3-legged race. You did a wonderful job!"

Then there's a bit where they talk about Spencer's time at summer camp:

David: "ooooh hand-holding's pretty serious!"

David is too pure.

David: [dreamily] "Did you fall in love, Spencer? A summer love?" [puts hands up to his face]

Then there's the fact that David/Miles gets to pick where they play each round, and he keeps insisting on going to the one called "Survey Camp" every single time because it has the word "camp" in it.

David: "Now, I don't like to disagree, but . . . I was thinking we could go . . . to Survey Camp!"

Spencer reminds him that technically since David's the one with the power to choose, his opinion is the only one that matters:

David: "Everyone's opinion matters. And my opinion is we're going to camp."

David just steamrolling over Spencer's interests is very good. There are these little selfish nuggets sprinkled in among the wholesomeness that really capture the full David experience.

David: "Well, he's climbing up . . . he's coming my direction . . . oh, he looks scary . . ."

Spencer: "Is he coming towards me?"

David: "Oooh, I don't know. I'm dead!"

The positivity is relentless. I think Miles said on twitter afterwards that this whole thing was exhausting and I can see why. Being David is no picnic . . .

David: "I have a question: do we have to shoot each other in this game?"

And then a few seconds later:

David: "I'm just wondering if maybe there's a way we can, you know, help others. Talk through our issues."

And a few seconds after that:

David: "I was asking if they wanted to be friends in the game!"

I believe that moved killed him, too. Precious.

Also we're interrupting the real Miles!David content to share something my friend suggested to me while I was watching this and giving her quotes; she said that maybe David just calls everything camp to make life more fun, and then sent me this imaginary exchange that actually killed me all the way to death:

David: Gwen Santos would you go to marriage camp with me

Gwen: I'm going to have to change this story when I tell everyone

It made me laugh quite a bit.

Anyway, back to the video!

Spencer: "How do you sign up for [Camp Campbell]?"

David: "Well, um, you can fax, uh, an application to CameronCCampbell@hotmail.realwebsite.noreallyrealwebsite.com. And . . . you can know that myself and Gwen and Quartermaster and sometimes Mr. Campbell will do our best to make sure they get what they need! Which more than anything is love and support. And friendship."

Spencer: "How many dollars does this camp cost?"

David: "You know . . . it is, um . . ."

And then the conversation switches subjects and David breathes a sigh of relief.

Very shortly after this he changed his character from a woman (she was wearing a yellow shirt, which he liked because the campers wear yellow shirts) to "a Forward Scout with a positive attitude!"

"I like his style."

Spencer: "Does everybody abuse David verbally?"

David: "You know, sometimes people have harsh words. Mostly Max, and Neil, and Gwen, and Quartermaster, and Nurf."

Spencer: "Did you just list almost everyone?"

David: "Mmm . . . I'd say maybe a third."

Poor David. Somebody please protect him.

Spencer: "Yeah, I think people abuse David. I get that vibe. Or at least, I feel it in my heart. Like I wanna put ants in your bunk or something."

David: "Well, I think that says more about maybe some of the hurt you're carrying with you. And sometimes when people don't know how to process that, they act out. Do you want some trail mix?"

David just said his favorite part of trail mix is the raisins which is so cute. "They have a little bit of salt on them, which isn't typical for a raisin."

And he keeps telling chatters to watch their language.

David: "Who is my favorite camper? Aww, you know I couldn't pick a favorite! . . . But I know who has the most potential, even if he doesn't want to admit it."

I KNEW IT!!!!!

I've been saying for years that David doesn't have a favorite and gravitates towards the ones he thinks need him the most AND I FINALLY GOT ONE RIGHT!

David: "Well you know, Gwen swears and that's okay."

shipping intensifies

David: [gasp] "The moss is growing on the north side of the rock!"

Every time he nerds out about weird shit in the game I gain 3 seconds to my life.

Spencer: "Did you get teabagged?"

David: "What's that?"

Spencer: "It's where somebody places their most intimate bits on you for . . . friendship."

David: [softly] "Oh, I don't know about that."

Also David confirms that the whole show has been a single summer, so please see the "vindication" gif above.

David: "I know a lot of fun camp songs."

Spencer: "Sing 3."

David: [starts singing] "Bum-bum-bumblebee, bumblebee tuna, I love bumblebee, bumblebee tuna . . ."

Spencer: "Okay, please stop. I immediately regret this decision."

David: "Max said the same thing! One of my campers. And, uh, and my co-counselor, Gwen."

He's literally made of sunshine. I would die for this fictional man.

Spencer: "Are people at camp against their will? I feel like they are."

David: "No! . . . They don't always like it immediately, but it grows on them."

Spencer: "It sounds like they're there against their will."

David: "Well I just think that's a negative way of looking at it."

FWIW Spencer makes an excellent foil to David. Not as aggressive as Max or as dour as Gwen, but he brings a very . . . like, straight-man energy to the conversation. Like how a normal person would react to David IRL. I'd enjoy seeing these two interact more.

Spencer: "It's like your overpositivity is wanting me to balance it out with negativity."

David: "You know, I feel like that dynamic's pretty popular with me."

eeeeeeee <3

And the last one that I personally found noteworthy:

David: "One day we'll be able to afford safety equipment. Until then, we'll just have to deal with Quartermaster's Ropes Course. And a lot of pillows."

There's point near the last 20 minutes where either it got kinda boring or I just got too tired to keep track. But if there are any quotes you think I missed, please share them! This was a really lovely bit of content to feed our starving maw, and I appreciate Miles very very very much for taking one for the team.

[0cto0tter]

Ryla x Dashi?

Sure thing!!

I unfortunately don't know much about Ryla at the moment, so I apologize if this takes a while to make ^^"

(I also tossed in some headcanons if you squint)

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Dashi: *Showing Ryla all the pictures she has taken of the caves she's charted out*

Ryla: *pure adoration and love/care for Dashi*

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Ryla, re-dying her hair: Dashi, can you pass me the pink?

Dashi, who is color blind: *hands her purple/blue*

Ryla, who didn't check: Thanks ^^

*the next day*

Ryla: Dashi...

Dashi: Yes?

Ryla: This isn't pink

Dashi, putting on her glasses: Oh shit that isn't pink-

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Ryla, walking along a forest path: Hey Dashi, check out that cool tree! It kind of looks like a face...

Ryla, looking around: Uh, Dashi? DASHI!?

Dashi, who is far behind taking pictures of a flower: :)

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Ryla: Have gay friends / significant others is all fun and games until they see a mushroom and need to take pictures

Dashi, who's been taking pictures of mushrooms for the past 3 minutes: IT'S A WHOLE FAMILY RYLA!!

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Dashi: So, how did it go?

Ryla, covered in dirt and slightly scratched up: Perfectly fine!

Dashi: Do I need to check the camera you had me put in your helmet? ',:/

Ryla: ok what had happened was-

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Ryla: *climbing up a rope tower*

Some kid: *starts jumping on the base, cause the top to shake really hard*

Ryla: *throws a shoe at the kid, hitting them in the face*

Dashi: I'm so proud of you

**

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Ryla: If you try that again I'll place a spider on your pillow

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Ryla, holding a handful of moss: You want any?

Dashi, confused and concerned: I've known you for Shuichi years, and you still concern me to this day

Ryla: That doesn't answer the question

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Dashi: This is Shellington. I have (illegally) adopted him as my bother

Shellington: Wait you wha-

Ryla: AWW WELCOM TO THE FAMILY!!!

Shellington, even more confused: what's happening-

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Ryla, getting dog piled by the Vegimals: This is fine

Dashi: This is not fine-

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Tweak, setting up game night: Alright, ready for some Smash Bros?

Kwazii: HELL YES!!

Dashi: You bet >:)

Ryla: Definitely!

Barnacles, slowly backing away: this isn't going to end well...

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Dashi: I made you this bracelet! It has your pride colors and everything

Ryla: Thank you, but I'm not one to wear jewelry, especially with how it can get in the way with exploring

Dashi: It's ok, you don't have to wear it-

Ryla: No I wearing it forever back off

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Dashi: due to person reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box

Tweak: did Ryla say "I love you" and you said "thanks"?

Dashi: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL-

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I apologize for how long this took ^^"

I lost motivation and was trying to find details on Ryla (which I hope I did her justice)

Requests are still open!!

(I do ships, scenarios, and more)

** [based on a time when I was climbing a really tall rope tower and a kid wouldn't stop jumping on the base, YELLING "Fall!! Fall!! Fall!!", so I almost threw my shoe at them. My friend (unfortunately) stopped me-]

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Occupational Hazards

Barry Berkman x Reader

Three part series: It was just another job, he doesn't even had to kill anyone, but the way she looked at him was more dangerous than the bullets.

Part I Part II Part III

Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Violence, cursing, blood, mention of abortion, stalkers.

Part III

"Someone got lucky" Natalie said when Barry entered his apartment, she was helping Nick with his lines for an audition and since the first pictures of his relationship with Y/N had emerged she always find an excuse to be near him and ask a million annoying questions "Although is kind of tacky to come to home with the same clothes from yesterday"

"No comment" That usually make her keep her distance but since he took forever to pour himself a coffee she followed him to the kitchen.

"So we were watching the nominations this morning, anything interesting to talk about it?" Somehow even when his job consisted in sell the lie he didn't felt comfortable talking about Y/N with his friends, and specially not that morning. He gave her a deadly glare and just walk inside his room.

Barry left the untouched coffee on his desk and collapsed on his bed, he wasn't tired, and the ideas revolving in his mind would keep him up for long enough.

They have watch several romantic comedies with wine and popcorn and then when they were discussing how impractical and unrealistic they were she apologized to him for the permanent damage that the article would cause in his attempts to get back to Sally, it wasn't strange since they have come to know about each other's past over the weeks, the strange part was that he was not actually concern about it. Sally had become a simple friend and he was sure even had to talk to him more often since Y/N came into his life, but he didn't had romantic feelings towards her anymore.

However the sudden realization that those feelings were gone because of the woman that was curled next to him, screaming at Cameron Diaz to run away from her idiot fiance; made him feel uneasy, he would have prefer to leave, but she was obviously anxious about the nominations the next morning so he agreed to take the couch, but she since she couldn't sleep they open another bottle of wine and start asking questions about each other.

He got to learn that the B&H menthol were her favorite cigarettes, but she was trying to quit and she actually only have one or two every couple weeks when she was to nervous, and he make himself a mental note to buy a package just in case. He told her about his favorite music, and a thing or two about her days in Afganistan, she told her how her mom was dying and her money was not to save her just to help her live her last days in least pain.

She asked about the most terrible thing he ever did and when he couldn't answer she went first.

"Do you want to know the real reason I broke up with Richard?" She said suddenly completely serious.

"You don't have to do that Y/N..."

"I want to, I feel like you have this weight on you and that you think of yourself as a monster, so do I. I may not be the trash human everyone think I am but that doesn't excuse what I have done. I have always hhave friends many friends men and women, and I even like some of them, that doesn't mean I sleep with them but for Richard every men I even talked to was someone I was fucking behind his back" She took one large drink of wine, it was clearly a painful memory "The thing I actually loved him, and I actually saw myself sharing my life with him, he was my agent back then and I could look over her rudeness most of the time... but then I got pregnant" She gave him a sad smile and he could see where the story was going so he remained silent even when he wanted to hold her. "He obviously didn't believe it could be his, and ask me to take care of it, or my life and my career and my mother treatment would be over so I did it. And don't get me wrong I know now that it was the right choice, believing I could have a family with that pig is ridiculous, but it wasn't my choice at the time and I don't know after that I just had to run away from him, I actually sleep with my costar, that's number 3 and use the scandal to break things with Richard, and now I'm here"

He hold her close to him and not thinking he started telling her about Korengal, about Moss and about Mayrbeck, she was comfortable to hold on to, she simply nodded and asked an occasional question about the time those things happened but she didn't judge him, and he eventually closed his own eyes and pretend for a moment that she was not paying him, that there was actually one human being who would love him not only despite his past, but also because of it. Someone who would feel safe enough with him, that she could sleep like that. He wanted to tell her that Sally was nice but she would never accept his truth, and she was like a getaway car, she had been the illusion to be Barry Block and leaving all behind, but her... Y/N came looking for Barry Berkman and she wasn't scared of him, but he also couldn't say it because he knew once things were over she would go back to his life and his little bubble will pop.

And that day was closer than ever, she was nominated as Outstanding supporting actress in a limited series or TV movie, and as she had said she had absolutely no chance to win because Maverick wouldn't let her, but the amount of opportunities that would come after if she get nominated would be enough to find a new agent, and walk away from that life, so she had been waiting to hear her name for months and now that it was finally there the look on her face was enough to turn down all of his precautions and he simply kiss her.

He take her by the neck in the middle of her excitement and simply put his lips onto hers and kiss her like she was the only thing he needed to survive, and he was only recovering his common sense when Y/N hold him tighter and kissed him back with the same intensity, he was happy beyond comprehension but reality find its way to his mind and eventually he let go. Y/N opened her mouth to say something but her phone start ringing with congratulations from her friends and that allowed them to have a minute to settle down.

"Don't worry about the suit, they are probably going to offer you one" She said to him finally after answering the phone the third time.

"Yeah sure, I am so happy for you. Congratulations" He was being honest, but he needed to acknowledge the kiss somehow "I'm so sorry I shouldn't..." for some reason apologizing for something he was not sorry for is what he did.

"Please don't apologize, it was nice, is being a long time since someone kissed me like that, say it was the heat of the moment, or that you simply felt like it, but don't be sorry about it because I'm not" The look she gave him, that's when he knew he was doomed, she wanted him, for how long? who could tell, but he was much of a coward to find out, so he make up an excuse and didn't even touch her when he said goodbye, and just walked away.

Fortunately the next weeks past in a blur, a couple days later their Variety interview was the subject of an angry call from Sally for not telling her, and endless banter and teasing from his classmates wich lead to shaming him into bet on her in Jermaine Emmy's pool.

He had tell the story of how they met more times than he could remember, and there was little to no time to be alone with her, other than the choreographed PDA they had agreed beforehand, and she even had to leave for two weeks to New York for another set of endless interviews, on wich she made sure to get his name out at least once, he watched them and pretend that he was the actual loving boyfriend waiting for her return even when his mind kept reminding him he was not.

He had told her everything and she didn't judge him, and his heart was holding the hope that maybe, just maybe in the end she could be a friend since he felt undeserving of something else, and by the time he was at her place waiting for her to go to the ceremony he had already promised himself he would be there for her no matter what.

The award ceremony was magic in itself, walking next to her on the red carpet and watching her like the star she was in the elegant black gown she had chosen was more than enough for him, but there were also a lot of famous people who surprisingly treated him as if he belonged, and in the middle of that crowd he could finally found a moment of intimacy with her on the way she nervously hold his hand whenever Richard looked their way and when he got upstaged to introduce the Award Y/N was nominated in, he was attractive and charismatic but the smug on the bastard face when he read her name on the nominations and then when he finally said the winner (Zoe Saldana or someone like that) were enough to make his blood boil and mentally mark a bullet with his name on it.

***

"I just lose 300 grand" He whispered in your ear and you could smell a hint of perfume, it was perfect.

"Well next time bet against me, and listen to me when I talk" you fixed his bow tie as an excuse to touch him, he looked unrealistically hot, the tux the hair, even the incipient beard that had started to grow look fantastic on him. "I hate after parties, but Adrian says we should make an appearance and then we can get out of there"

He nodded and you could feel him trembling under your hands, he had been weird since the kiss and you can understand why, but you wanted to reassure him that you didn't give a fuck about his past, that Block or Berkman or whatever you only cared for Barry, that there was something in him that make you feel happy, that he calling out your bullshit was something you needed and that that kiss was the single most happy moment you ever had.

They drove you to the after party and you allowed the crowd to separate you from him while you mapped out in your mind how to talk to him on the way home, and then you felt it, the stench of bourbon and cigars, and a big hand pulling from her arm with strength, you paralyzed for a moment and the promise you had made yourself to kick his nuts the way Barry teach you fly away when he got in the middle of your conversation with a Mexican Director famous for not giving a crap about Hollywood who had a project on Netflix.

"Oh please don't let this man drag you tho those movies actual cinema is here in Hollywood, not paying monthly to watch on your leaving room" He smiled like a hyena and you desperately try to avoid him, but pull you closer and Alfonso simply gave you his card discreetly and walked away. "Quite the spectacle you have put on with the little soldier" he said letting go of your arm, but still blocking your way with his body. "Too bad is about to be over."

"Oh I was not aware you have a saying in when or for how long I am with someone" you spat at him desperately looking for someone to come closer so you could make an escape, but your heart broke when you saw Barry talking happily with whom you assume was his Sally Reed, and you felt alone and defeated and he must have seen that in your eyes because his poisonous tongue kept talking.

"He is good looking I give you that" he said looking in his direction and then back at you holding your chin and you fight with all your strength to not cry right there "But he is just a looser from Ohio, who was caught in the middle of all this glamour" he made a round movement with his hand and then pointed at you "And you are a drinking, smoking whore, you are not going to be the respectable wife of a soldier and retire to live in the suburban house with the white fence. Wake up from your dream Y/N, you need to be with a men who knows how to treat you and how to please you" His hand was on your waist and you felt disgusted by his touch and you cursed yourself for not screaming then and there to fuck off "Tell me little one, does your soldier know how to make you scream? Or does he bore you to death in bed" He was drunk it was obvious and you could feel his breath approaching you and could anticipate his movement, he was going to kiss you.

"Well I haven't recieved complaints" Barry's voice take you out of your trance state and you move away from Richard, he had put his hand on his shoulder and was pressing him steadily in his place, he was way taller and Richard almost look funny next to him "But we hardly ever make it to the bed do we babe?" He possessively take you by the waist and pull you away from him straight to his lips and kissed you voraciously, something that people around you actually notice because you could hear a couple of whistles.

"Are you okay?" He whispered quiet enough so only you could hear and you nodded yes "Such a pleasure to meet you finally, Barry Berkman" He offered his hand and Richard took it trying to put out his charm again.

"The famous Barry, so you are the man taking away our beautiful Y/N to make her a decent woman" He teased you again. You were no longer shaking and Barry's presence gave you courage.

"I think is the other way around" You search inside his jacket for a pack of cigarettes you saw him put there earlier an took one to your mouth "I'm trying to make this beautiful man and indecent creature" Barry quickly offered you fire and then he looked to Richard who was obviously angry at him.

"And you are succeeding honey, anyway I'm going to have to take her away for good, bye Richard" He didn't give him a chance to respond and you were already walking towards Sally, she was there as the plus one of her costar in Richard's movie and she was a lovely person, who only wanted to reassure you she and Barry were done, offered you her friendship and asking for acting advice.

"You want to get out of here?" You said once you have talked to almost everyone but this time Barry make sure to not leave your side in case Maverick come close again.

You walked outside and the car was waiting for you, and different from other times he didn't let your hand go once you were inside, instead he put his arm around you and hold you closer to him.

"I'm so sorry, I paralyzed, I was freaking out and I didn't pushing away, I feel so ashamed" you started speaking against his chest with tears finally coming from your eyes.

"Hey there, it's okay" He patted your back and kissed the top of your head, his voice was calming like a balm taking away the pain "That guy is a jerk, at least he is getting the point now, you were right. What kind of asswhole needs to see a woman with another man in order to understand she doesn't want him?"

"We hardly make it to the bed?" You said smiling "I liked that one, the look on his face"

"I couldn't think anything else, was it too much?" He clearly was nervous about kissing you but this time you were not letting him go so easily.

"Maybe, would you consider this too much?" You pull his face down to kiss him but he didn't move, he kissed you back, not as theatrical as before and his lips felt soft on yours and you could feel his hand on your neck holding you close to him and the other caressing your hair, it felt like pure electricity and little by little he started pushing his tongue inside of yours, and you were surprised by the dominant way he kissed you and the tender way he was holding you.

You were interrupted once the driver announced you were home and once you were inside you could see him burying his hands in his pockets like he didn't know what to do with them.

"We shouldn't" He said finally but his eyes meant something else "I mean I'm still working for you"

"And you say you were no prostitute" you smile at him, using him as support so you could take off your heels and tossed them somewhere in the living room "Are you coming or not?" You take his hand and point to the staircase with your head.

"Yes ma'am" he answered with a grin a followed you upstairs leaving tender kisses in your bare shoulders.

***

Barry wake up with her naked body still wrapped around him, her dress that had been almost impossible to take off was in the floor in some corner and he went to put on his boxers so he could get downstairs, it was 7:00 am and he wanted to make her breakfast, even if he couldn't figure out his way in the kitchen, but he chose to take a leak first.

He was walking out of the bathroom, with the memories of the previous night burning in the back of his head and then he listened it, the familiar sound of a gun going off and he panicked, because it wasn't in his hands, and then a stinging pain in his shoulder, an actual relief because whoever was shooting didn't knew what their were doing, he collapsed on his back next to de bed and hit his head making all blurry but he was listening.

The noise wake Y/N and Barry could hear her scream when she saw him bleeding, and his mind was only thinking in fighting back, then the lights turned on and he could see her, the figure shaking at the door holding the gun.

"Why? Why did you had to choose him?" Adrian's voice had a high pitch on it "I was the one supposed to comfort you, and to hold your hand last night Y/N!!!" She shot at her but thankfully she was terrible and she missed, barry didn't move waiting for a moment to reach for one of the guns he had hide in her room months ago, begging to not bleed out before he could.

"Leave that alone for once" Maverick voice said from the door "And you get dress" He tossed a night gown to Y/N that was covering herself with a bedsheet, he hit Adrian on the face making her fall to the ground and took the gun away from her hands.

"What the fuck Richard?" Y/N scream at him, and she put on the gown "What the fuck are you doing in my house" She attempt to run towards Barry but he stopped her.

"Oh I wouldn't do that sugar" He sounded drunk or something else, but he had enough coordination to hold the gun better than Adrian that now was a crying mess in a corner. "Sit here and don't move" He forced her to sit on the bed and went to were Barry was trying o stand with a hand holding on the bed. "Come on soldier sit with your whore"

"Adrian why did you do this?" Y/N was talking to the young girl, but she couldn't even look at them she was curled in the floor sobbing and holding herself. "I cared for you, you were like my sister, I loved you"

"Oh, did you hear that?" Richard laughed and went to pick Adrian by the hair and forced her to look at Y/N "A sister, but that's not what you wanted right? You'll see Y/N this lady here found something interesting about your prince charming here, and out of her so called love for you she came to me to help her solve your problem, tell me sweetheart have this man told you why did he came home from the war? He is a fucking murderer." His words sound poisonous and Y/N look shocked, but Barry new it was more about how he got that information than the actual fact that Barry had killed someone.

"What do you want Richard?" She said and her voice was soft, she even move apart from Barry in what he hoped was pretend disgust "What are you talking about?"

"This guy you chose killed an innocent man and walked away with it, and your lovely friend here was so worry about you that last night she was too drunk to shut up, so this morning she convinced me to came here and help her get you to safety, but oh no, we are too late" he started pacing around the room making an fake distressed face, and he ignored Barry for a moment "When I got here he had already snapped, he killed your friend..." He pointed the gun to Adrian's head an ignored Y/N pleas and simply killed her "And then I have trouble imagining what could have happened" He had a sadistic grin and took Y/N by the hair and force her to kiss him. "What do you think? He killed himself when he saw what he did?" He pointed his gun at Barry's head who was looking down with his hands behind his back "Or the coward shot you before he killed himself?" He caressed her face with the smoking gun and enjoyed the terror in her face "What is it going to be dear?" He said trying to force another kiss on her.

"Maybe think better asswhole" Barry said and out of nowhere he took the gun frrom his hand an shot him in the head under the scared face of Y/N and even when he was relieved he had saved her he could assume he had lost her forever.

***

The official version was that Richard was high on many different substances, he broke into your house and tried to kill you but Barry took that bullet and then when Adrian tried to calm him down he killed her and out of fear and his agitated mental state he end up blowing up his brains.

There was no reason to disbelief you, he had make a scene at the party the previous night when you left and the gun was registered, and in his house they found footage of your apartment entrance and some pictures taken from the front building as Barry had suspected.

After some harsh couple of months and a very well elaborated lie things were settled down and you even were about to start working on a new independent film.

Everything was perfect but you still missed him, you haven't been able to manage the initial shock and he interpreted as you being too disgusted by his lifestyle and he choose to go back to his anonymous life, to his acting class and being Barry Block, even when press won't leave him alone for days.

A year passed in a blur and you felt hurt that he didn't called you, and you were too proud to look for him, and suddenly one day, Sally walked in for a table read for the movie, and after it was over, and after impressing everyone there including you she timidly approach.

"Hi, I don't want to be awful, but do you remember meeting me?" She said and it take you by surprise the humility she showed.

"Sure you were Barry's friend right?" You said hiding the pain his name produced in your heart.

"Oh my god you remember that's so sweet of you, I just wanted to say how glad I am to work with you, you are such an inspiration" She seemed sincere but you wanted to run away from everything that could remained you of him "And I'm sorry it didn't work out for you guys, I mean he is still obviously in love with you, but he is such a non violent guy that I get why he walked away, but you are a fighter and I just wanted to say I respect you so much"

You smiled and change the subject, and praise her acting buying you enough time to process her words and a glimpse of hope start shining, maybe it was not all lost.

***

"I'm lady Macbeth, again" Natalie's voice was proud of herself, this was the third time they were doing the Shakespearean night but this time he hadn't get Macbeth like the previous year but Benedick in a scene from Much ado about nothing, a comedy since Gene thought he needed to experiment more with that genre, and he had cast Saha as Beatrice, but she didn't have the slightest interest since he had actually given her a second role as Helena in Midsummer.

By the time he was ready to come out in scene and declare his love for Beatrice the woman looking against him was clearly not Sasha but he could have known her figure in any place and so he went and started talking not sure of what to expect.

BENEDICK: I do love nothing in the world so well as you; is not that strange?

BEATRICE: As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not;

I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.

BENEDICK: By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.

BEATRICE: Do not swear, and eat it.

BENEDICK: I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.

BEATRICE: Will you not eat your word?

BENEDICK: With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.

BEATRICE: Why, then, God forgive me!

BENEDICK: What offence, sweet Beatrice?

BEATRICE: You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.

BENEDICK: And do it with all thy heart.

BEATRICE: I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

BENEDICK: Come, bid me do any thing for thee.

BEATRICE: Kill Claudio.

The last line resonated in his mind for a moment, but she turned to the audience to make a bow and so did he happy to receive the applause, and she went to take his hand on hers and take one more bow before leaving the stage to Natalie.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her once they were apart from everyone.

"Playing Beatrice, Gene is an old friend of mine, I'm surprised he didn't told you, he loves to name drop, I asked him if I could read for this, I do miss theater you know?" She said finding a chair to sit on, the costume looked beautiful on her.

"That's not what I meant" He started keeping his distance.

"You never called, I went to pick you from the hospital and you leave before I got there, you avoid my calls..." Y/N was holding her hands together nervously. "

"I didn't think I should be around you, and Richard was no longer a threat" he said giving in and sitting next to her. "I do my job and walk away, that's how it works".

"Don't call it a work you didn't get paid" She said hurt by his words and he regretted immediately "We both know it wasn't that anymore that night... Barry I would not give you the crappy speech of how much I love you, but I do, I love you, with all the shitty parts that come along with you, if anything I love you more about those, am sorry I freaked out at the moment but I was sure he was going to kill you, I wasn't scared for me nor of you, for you plenty"

He remained silent for a moment and then he finally stood up, and for a moment she thought he would walk away, but he didn't.

"Do you want to get coffee?" He asked simply.

"Will you hold the mug like a normal person?" She joked.

"I'll ask for a paper cup with no handle if it's better" he said extending his hand to her. "And for what is worth, I love you too"

She took his hand and walked with him into the night, but he couldn't feel the darkness anymore, and the future looked bright for once.

The end

I liked this a lot, I hope you enjoy it

[teddy-feathers]

Prompt from @moss-flowers-trees not exactly fulfilled.

Up to No Good

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Now it was well known that across the multiverse there was no Papyrus lazier than Stretch. After all, most took him as nothing more than a 'swapped' personality of Classic Sans and his brother.

That was their - a collective term here referring in a general way to the entirety of the multiverse and all of the alternates - first mistake.

Because a swapped Papyrus was still a Papyrus and all Papyri enjoyed a good jape.

Their second mistake was, as always, underestimating his brother.

Blue was a Sans in the way Stretch was a Papyrus, and from day one had resented being underestimated. Credit where its do, no one could do shenanigans like a Sans, especially his brother. It was as admirable as it was terrifying.

The last was more of a fortuitous boon, luck if one really wanted to be so crass, then a mistake on anyone's part and that was no one spoiled the fun.

So to set the stage, to really understand just how priceless the current situation of a nightmare carnival mirror image of him frothing in rage, you have to go back to the beginning.

Not the very beginning - though any good story should perhaps start there - for the sake of time, argument, and a joke that will only grow stale for having to wait for it, let it be assumed for the moment that Stretch is the center of the universe the second he and his brother stumble into a room full of strikingly unfamiliar faces in some sort of mirror maze of 'what ifs' and 'could have beens'.

Papyrus - one of many now, always? Apparently. - zones out, empty sockets not giving away his unfocused attention as Not his Brother Sans reluctantly and with much prodding from a much more handsome and friendly reflection Papyrus explains something about Universal Causality. What homeowners insurance had to do with this bowl of Flowey Flakes they found themselves in he missed, but at some point someone had pointed out that they couldn't all share the same name without even the most friendly of them wanting to dust the others like some bad Highlander reboot.

His brother, Blue now - cleverly claiming the Sans favorite color as his own - nudges him from a lovely little daydream back into the existential nightmare that was the current universe, and Papyrus folds his fingers together and lifts them above his head tilting this way with that until his back pops. This is met with disgusted looks from many faces around the room - most of them his own - and he slumps back comfortably into his hoodie. "Guess I'll go by Stretch."

Several voices protest of course, because life from now on was going to be lived by committee.

"Well That is certainly... unique Orange Me." Says Putting a Positive Spin on This With All His Might Papyrus - or Creampuff as he'd agreeably allowed Edgelord Papyrus to dub him.

"It is Ridiculous is what it Is." Protests the version of his brother that had wandered into a Hot Topic and had never left. "It doesn't Fit with the Already Established naming convention!"

It was times like this that he - The Papyrus who was going by Stretch for Spite now - was glad he had never bothered with the magic expenditure that was eyelights. Meant no one could see him roll his eyes.

There was no Convention - no real pattern for the group as a whole or even just through the pairs. Classic Sans - named such for his outdated old man jokes no doubt - seems to notice all the same and huffs out a laugh. "gotta say buddy, kinda agree - name like that seems like a stretch."

Blue looks as cross as Stretch feels but it would take someone who knew him well to see it. He grabs onto Strectch's arm in a show of solidarity and asks "Brother, why did you choose such a Unique name?" The way he says unique stands in tonal counterpoint to how Creampuff had said it, and Stretch smiles down at his older brother discarding the first three responses that come to mind.

No need to make his brother worry, or get labeled as the Depressing Papyrus right out the door - even if none of this did matter. "Cause bro, I'm the tallest one here."

Of course his brother immediately catches on, lights going to stars in a way that brightens his expression both figuratively and literally. "Nyeh heh heh of Course! How very Astute of you Stretch!"

Immediately several voices raise in protest, and boy did his own voice sound worse when amplified and played back a half dozen times, but it was worth it when his Blues cuts across the din to add with sly earnestness "I Knew my brother was the Coolest!"

This of course started a whole new argument that derailed the last and the rest should have been history.

But of course some part of him just couldn't let it go.

A universal constant for Papyri apparently was a vicious strain of competitiveness. And while Stretch could have let the jape die, it was nice to have something - no matter how fake - to lord over the other Oh So Talented versions of himself.

Literally in some cases.

Creampuff, if not a Perfect host, was unfailing in his attempts to fulfill that responsibility while the whole living arrangement situation was dealt with, that when Stretch's insomnia got the better of him he'd inevitably pop into the kitchen just to grab something off the top shelf for his better mirror's ungodly hours Breakfast Prep.

This was particularly satisfying as Creampuff apparently put everything up on the very top shelves and with the whole lot of them living there, something inevitably ended up pushed to the very back that he just Had to have. It was child's play - minus the murderer possessed doll - to time things that Stretch's arm could slip over his and pull done the item before he had a chance to grab it. Add that to some casual comment about the perks of being tall and...

It was inevitable that Edgy Mc My Chemical Romance would catch wind of the ongoing shenanigans. And unlike Creampuff who tried hard and was generally likable despite his Arrogance - another trait shared by those who shared his face . Edgelord didn't have a redeeming bone in his body. Made him insufferable... and a particularity sweet target for tomfoolery.

So when at some dinner or another that they all agreed to go to on occasion after they'd gotten their own places, and Edge once more started in about how obviously he was the Superior Specimen of the Skeleton Species, well Stretch wasn't going to take that lying down.

Or, well, he was laying on the Fell - the call sign they'd agreed to for their universe - Bro's couch. But he had lifted his hand and said in a deliberately matter of fact dry tone, "Not the tallest though."

It was like he had murdered their damn cat (who was a friendly surface beasty... if you didn't mind being considered a scratching post). Edge sputtered in rage and had dragged him upright by force, while Stretch uncooperative hug heavily like a rag doll in his unphased grip.

If Creampuff was the Handsome Papyus than Edge was the Strong Papyrus, it would have been easy to hate him just for that if he didn't so obligingly make himself as unlikable as he had. Of course with a little expended magic to give his brother the Babybones Look that worked every time, and Blue's quick intervention with a level and a bit of slight of hand - the fight was diverted and the Japery continued.

Perhaps the most agreeable of the versions that had clowned their way out of the Multiverse Machine that day was the one that went by Mutt. Agreeable in the sense he kept his head down, mouth shut, and kept away from all of them. That could be because his brother was annoying enough for the both of them, but Stretch thought an argument could be made that Mutt didn't consider himself a Papyrus at all - he'd already had the moniker long before the pageant had begun afterall.

Black combined the Worst of Stretch's brother and the Best - if that quality could even be ascribed to him - of Edge. A menace of a monster who honestly came across as the smallest of the Sans in a more convincing way than Stretch was the tallest of the Papyri... Not that anyone had dared mention it to him of course. Stretch was saving the observation for a special occasion.

For whatever reason the Tiny Tyrant had taken an exception to the idea that he was just the evil twin of Blue and went out of his way to be exceptionally petty about finding ways to make himself out to be the better version of his older brother.

Honestly it was a bother and Stretch tried to stay out if it since Blue Obviously could take care of himself but for whatever reason Black seemed to take Stretch's height as a challenge as much as any Papyrus... With the sole exception of Mutt.

Trying to recreate the circumstances of Edge's measuring contest between the Stretch and his own brother during a holiday social backfired spectacularly into Mutt curling even more into himself and Stretch - more than a little tipsy - actually challenging Mutt to see who could slump the most.

Mutt had shrunk so fast into his coat that his skull had almost vanished amidst the fluff like a turtle and Stretch had laughingly declared him the victor, pleasing Black and being the last time for years that anyone bothered with his height.

So now onto the present situation.

Edge had been so pleased when he ambushed him and his brother in the grocery store, smug about his six inch heeled boots and his mastery thereof, dying to show up Blue who also had an insatiable love of the damn feet death traps and he had turned to ice his cake by pointing out that with these he could be the tallest of the Papyri...

That annoying smirk whipped clean off as he met sockets - exactly level - with Stretch who didn't do more then smile back because this was the joke of the lifetime.

"How!" He choaks, the sweetest music to hear.

Stretch leans in even closer to whisper conspiratorially "I'm standing up straight."

This only makes Edge froth with rage and stomp off without ever noticing that Stretch had been standing on a divider on the floor giving him a physical lift along with the rise to his spirits when Edge's dropped like a man into a river with cement shoes.

Blue laughs, mood doing a 180 as quickly as Edge's. "You should have told him the Truth Stretch!"

"Mmm?" He hums curiously, moving to drap himself back atop the already half full cart. The other versions of himself were fun to get the goat of but they were exhausting even in small doses. "What that this place's floor is poorly designed? But he was being insufferable."

"Nope," His older brother says in an insufferable tone of his own - oh no, not one of his 'great' jokes. Those were the worst. "That the reason you're always going to be taller than the others is that you're always Up to No Good!"

Stretch groans and covers his skull with his arms, pushing the cart away with more vigor than he'd shown anything all day. "Title drops are the Height of bad comedy."

Of course that only makes Blue laugh harder.