#if anyone starts acting bitchy about it i will not hesitate to throw hands

[navree]

What do you think about Joseph Stalin and communism in general?

*idk if you answer political questions so feel free to ignore this question if u don't want to answer it*

(politics is both my literal field of study and my desired work environment so this ask itself isn't shocking it's just that most of the questions i get tend to be either fandom analysis or people wanting to know more about my personal life so seeing a notification that started with "what do you think about joseph stalin" took me tf out. and i also want to be clear that i am not an expert on either stalin or the soviet union in general, russian history was never my thing and in general the history of the 20th century that I have looked at is france/Western Europe in ww2 for family reasons and america in the 1960s/70s, it's one of the perks of reading Helter Skelter the same year you meet Ethel Kennedy)

Stalin was a monster. I have a general rule of thumb that I think people who orchestrate genocide are assholes, and that extends to Stalin as well. I don't have a very fond view of the Soviet Union in any capacity due to the giant clusterfuck of awful that it was and all the horrors it wrought on its corner of the world, which is always going to color Stalin negatively in my view, but Stalin himself holds a distinction of also being a uniquely bad person. He was functionally a dictator who killed hundreds of thousands of people for the sake of consolidating his own power and nothing else. He was a totalitarian despot who orchestrated several atrocities and is responsible for some truly egregious crimes against humanity in the 20th century and as much as I can hate a personal unknown on merits alone, I hate him. And also, might just be me, the non-aggression pact with the fucking Nazis is a nonstarter (and if someone gets on me with some bullshit "but America!" take then you don't know me at all because I have continuously taken this country to task with my abhorrence of how it handled itself with the Nazis there's a reason why I refuse to acknowledge D-Day as worth any importance).

As for my thoughts on communism, it's complicated. Most importantly, please understand this: economic systems are not my forté in any way. My capabilities lie in public policy, in public outreach/overall campaigning, and speechwriting and all other statement/press release things. My knowledge and my insight into the capitalism vs. communism debate is very mundane and pedestrian, which is why I don't really comment on it; I don't think I have a new perspective to offer. Communism, as a base concept, is a decent theory, but you can't just look at these things as solely concepts. And when I look at how communism has been applied in various governments over the years in various different forms, I see an incredibly flawed system that has continuously failed to achieve any long term good. This isn't to say that I find capitalism is a perfect system either, it is also deeply flawed, and as its applied by most modern countries probably needs some severe overhauls. But communism just overall seems to be something that sounds like a good idea but needs incredibly significant fine tuning in order to be functional and not descend into totalitarianism. The idea of "the government controls the means of production" is good in theory, but it also depends on who is in government. If the government has bad people in it, whatever your definition of that is, then you're handing an extraordinary amount of power to people who might have bad intentions and use it to hurt others. Again, this is a very simple opinion on a very complex topic, but that's what the opinion is, at least for me. There is also the fact that, quite simply, I'm a young American living in America, and my exposure of communism is a bunch of people who call themselves communists and think that means they can act like fucking lunatics and generally have batshit opinions that provide a stunning illumination into horseshoe theory, which isn't going to predispose me to feeling positively about communism either. Overall, communism just personally isn't my jam; I can see why it's something people are drawn to due to the flaws in the capitalist system, I really do, but I tend to look at self-described communists askance and I think the system has some deep rooted issues that have yet to be addressed by either governments that want to use it as a whole or even individuals who promote it as a possible alternative to the current system we have now.

And I do answer political questions! Like I've said, I have worked and plan to continue to work in politics, and I have a lot of political opinions about stuff both past and present, and as long as people are respectful in general there's really not a whole lot I just flat out won't answer if someone wants me to talk about it, so long as they're nice. <3

[imagintheworldaway]

Loathing

A/N back to my angsty ways! i love this one a lot so i hope you guys do to!!

Requests: Open

Warning: Swearing, a bit of shoving, mention of drugs

I swayed to the beat, downing the rest of my drink as the mix of alcohol and different chemicals made my brain buzz and the serotonin in my body filled every little crevasse. I felt amazing, I had no idea where the rest of the group had gone but I didn't really care either. A light tug on my arm brought me out of my trance and I looked up to see the bouncer from earlier. “That your boyfriend?” he shouted over the music, i looked over to see the unmistakable black mop of his hair off to the side. “Yh why?” I smiled up at him, batting my eyelashes, praying Nikki hadn't done anything stupid. “Hes fucked you need to get him out of here” the guard said, not falling for my act. “Ugh leave him, he won't hurt anyone” i shrugged trying to turn away from the situation. “I wouldn't take that chance” he said more forcefully. I just rolled my eyes and walked over to where Nikki was chatting up some girl. “Knock it off” I growled into his ear before he could even register my presence. I was just met with a slight shove as he carried on his cheesy lines. I looked over my shoulder and was met instantly with the bouncer's large chest. “Babe, im serious” i said a little louder, motioning with my eyes to the burly man watching us. He finally looked at me, and followed my eyes to the man, and in true Nikki form flipped him off. I felt the rage start to bubble inside of me as he just had to ruin our good time. “That's it” the man bellowed, grabbing each of our arms and dragging us to the entrance. “I wanted you” I spat at my boyfriend as he started fighting against the man. “Get the fuck off of me” was all Nikki said, ignoring my telling off completely. “You're both banned” the man said, throwing us onto the street, meaning just about all eyes were watching us in shock. 

“Lets go” I huffed, grabbing my boyfriend's arm and dragging him behind me down the street. He always did this, whenever I was feeling good, or having a good time he had to find a way to ruin it. I started stomping down the street the best I could, Nikki following me lazily two steps behind. “What's got your panties in a twist” he called, lighting a cigarette as i could already feel the cool breeze sobering me up, forming a grudge to fester in my stomach. “Just drop it Nik” I huffed, turning down the next street towards our house. “God you’re no fun these days” I heard him complain from behind me. I could feel the anger coarse through my veins as the only noise of the night were our lazy footsteps. “Always in a bitchy mood aren't you” Nikkis comments kept coming at me like hand grenades. Each one fueling my inner hatred more and more. “Such a mardy fucking bitch” i heard him sigh, and that was it, that was the comment that threw me over the edge. 

“I want you to know that I loathe you” I seethed in between my shaky breaths. I felt a fire in my stomach ignite as I felt my jaw tense and my eyes bore into his own. “Every breath you take you make me more mad at you” I spat taking a step forward. The dim street light illuminated his face as he took a cautionary step backwards. “You have well and truely fucked it. There will never be a universe where I will ever forgive you.” I spat now holding out an accusatory finger, feeling my body shake with anger. “If I had two choices, either be with you, or rip out and eat my own, bloody, pulsating, barely alive heart. I wouldn't hesitate to choose myself.” I spat these words as I watched his face tense and cringe, the severity of the situation finally hitting his thick skull. “Because you know what, at least my heart doesn't trick, lie and manipulate people that I am a good person, just to leave them to drown in a pit of sadness and self loathing that I dug for them” I could finally feel the tears start to spill down my cheeks. But I wasn't sad, no this felt like a cleanse, a long awaited absolute dumpster fire of emotion. “You are so incredibly melodramatic” Nikki spat back in my face, our bodies only inches apart as I had backed him up all the way to the street lamp. “Me? Melodramatic?” I scoffed, letting out an almost sinister laugh. “You are always the victim of any situation. Awe poor Nikki he had a bad home life, awe Nikki who didnt know his dad, poor fucking Nikki Sixx who is a international rockstar and gets what he wants on a silver platter. I am sick of it, I'm sick of bending to your every need, sick of finding reason and understanding in your actions, sick of putting up with everything you have ever put me through.” my voice raised even more as the emotion shook through me. “Just take a look at me, look at what you did to me, i used to be happy, bubbly, but you, you have been falling since the day you were born and i was stupid enough to let you drag me down with you.” I shook my head as I watched his eyes gloss over, the first sign of emotion he has shown during this entire argument. “I. Hate. You "I spat, emphasising every little syllable. “You don't mean that baby” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Trust me i do” i said taking a step back, finally averting my gaze from his own. 

I furiously rubbed my cheeks, wanting no sign of the tears that had now stopped. “Don't be a bitch Y/N” Nikki sighed, raising his own hand to his forehead, signalling he was done with this conversation. Realistically he was probably finished with this conversation before it had even begun. “And where will you go? Who will pay for your lifestyle? Cause guess what baby, i do all of that” he said grinning at me mockingly as he took a step forward. I was still feeling so big that I just smiled sweetly at him. “Who supported who first? I paid the rent on the first apartment, I worked my ass off for you to get here, you would be nowhere without me” I said softly, my tone matching his own. “You know that you can't live without me” Nikki snapped, marching up to me so we were once again only inches apart, his tall form towering over my own. “Watch me” I said through gritted teeth. 

[kristinee]

Safe and Sound

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drugs, reader gets abused by Barry (section is short but marked if you’d like to skip), Rafe fights Barry

Word Count: 1.3K

Request: “OK maybe a Rafe imagine where he owes money for drugs and his drug dealer aka Barry comes to collect from the reader and maybe roughs her up a little and when Rafe finds out he loses it. He's super protective and would never let anyone touch her 😭💕”

A/N: My first Rafe imagine :) I got a lot of amazing requests today and I’m so excited to get into them. I hope you enjoy this one.

Dealing drugs was never your first choice but it made you a living. Money had always been something you couldn’t go without, so when your parents kicked you out at 18 you had no choice but to find something fast. Your appearance didn’t pay for itself.

After countless parties and bonfires with your Kook friends, you noticed that drugs had always been their friend but you’d never see the day you’d go to Barry asking if he was hiring. He didn’t want you to be part of the life, it was all too dangerous and besides, you hardly even knew the guy. However, you convinced him otherwise. “Barry, I’m perfect for the job. I’m always around those coke fiends and I’m the most inconspicuous drug dealer. How can they suspect the little Kook princess of selling her friends coke?” His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head. “Fine, you can have Rafe and a couple of his friends for now. I want to test the waters with you, Miss Princess.” And so the deal was done and your first job was Rafe Cameron, your best friend’s brother, and his jackass friends.

After a few weeks on the job, you found it to be easy, especially now that Barry had gained trust in you up until this week. Rafe was late on payment again and since he was your customer, your duty. You knew that it was your ass on the line so you had to do what you had to do. 

Y/N: Anyone home rn?

Rafe: No, just me and Topper. Why what’s up?

Y/N: Need to talk. See you in 5.

It took a minute but you drove up, fixing your shorts a little high and checking your makeup hoping it’d somehow make him a little more eager to finally pay on time. “Hey Rafe, you’re late again. Barry’s getting on my ass!” You walked up to him and Topper, walking with a little extra bounce in your step making sure to get their attention. “You know Y/N you’re looking pretty hot today, m-” you gave Topper a glare. “Any other time but not right now.” You had to drop the bitchy act and get straight to it. “Barry will not hesitate to fire me or worse if you’re late again. Maybe you and Top can half this payment and I’ll throw in a couple extra grams next time?” You made your best pout but it didn’t work. “I-I just don’t have it right now. I had to take care of some other shit.” You sighed heavily, hand resting on your hip. “Fine then, I gotta go.”

You drove back to Barry’s later that night, your heart beating out of your chest. He was having a bad week and was already on edge because of deliveries and you couldn’t help but let yourself cry. Even if a lot of this money was for clothes and fancy makeup, those things weren’t your priority anymore. Since the job started the money had been going to your apartment and even the money from this wasn’t even cutting it for that anymore and you were on the verge of being homeless yet again. You had to tell him though. 

*if abuse is triggering please skip this section*

“Why’s the princess crying?” The ignorance in his voice only fueled the emotions pouring. “He didn’t have it.” The words barely came out in time until his hand reached out to your throat. It wasn’t the first time he touched “He’s your customer Y/N, I told you to fuck him if you have to and you couldn’t even do that huh?” he spat angrily treating you like some prostitute. His hand gliding down your body lower and lower until he let go with a slap. You couldn’t help but feel so empty, your throat burned as your back slid down the wall. You had to leave and you had to go see Rafe. Now.

*continue reading*

It was already 2 in the morning but you needed that money. You called and waited for an answer since he’d be up or you’d force him up. There was a rasp in your voice when you greeted him. “Rafe, meet me at your place.” he barely had time to speak before you hung up. When you arrived the porch light went on which signaled you to go inside. (You still don’t know how he managed to get such a nice house after his dad kicked him out, maybe it was all the missing payments). You went up the steps and walked in, looking down after you saw Top and Kelce passed out in a sea of empty cans. “Hey what’s wrong?” he observed you but no answer. “Hey, earth to Y/N.” His hand came up to your chin and shifted your face to look at him. It gave him an even better view of your neck, bruised and scratched, and your face marked with his hand. The tears came back to your eyes. “Barry-, and the money- and he- he touched me” Your words separated by every heavy breath you took. “I am so sorry” He pulled you in tight, his hands gripping your small frame. Even he had tears in his eyes. You’d never seen him shed a tear in your life “I knew he was a lowlife, but not enough to hit a fucking woman.” his hands tightened until he took you away as he examined more closely. “I’ll give him his fucking money if he wants it so fucking bad. I’ll make sure that bastard never gets any of my goddamn money ever again.” He went over to the cookie jar on the counter and pulled out a couple hundreds and went to Topper’s wallet and did the same. You wouldn’t ask. He was about to drag you out with him when he stopped in his tracks. “You’re gonna be safe and sound with me okay? You can stay here as long as you need, we can even share my bed if it makes you feel safer.” His eyes held sincerity. “I really love you and care about Y/N, I always have. Now let’s go kick his ass.” He grabbed your hand and gave you a helmet so you hopped on the back of his bike, holding onto his waist, a closeness you always wanted. 

You both knew the way to Barry’s house all too well and this would hopefully be the last trip there. Rafe began walking up to the house with you behind him until you heard music and laughter coming from the back. 

“Hey Barry, I finally have the fucking money you wanted.” his eyes glared up at Rafe from the lines he was getting ready to snort. “It’s about time” he slurred his words and dragged himself out of his seat. “Yeah here’s one, two, three, four, and five hundred” Rafe held it out to him until Barry got close. Once he was near him Rafe grabbed him by the collar and threw him into the dirt, kicking him in the side. The groans of pain coming out of him were music to your ears as Rafe dropped the money into bonfire right in front of him. “Paybacks are a bitch. Think about it next time you lay your hand on anyone.” Before you left it took a final spit on his face to feel empowered enough to return to your new home.

As the sun began to rise you rode back to Rafe’s, stopping at your shitty little apartment to get your things. Once you arrived at the house you began setting up your part of the room. 

You were hanging your clothes until you were pleasantly surprised to feel Rafe’s arms around your waist, “You know I’m glad I confessed my feelings after 9 years of having to deal with seeing you hang out with my lovely sister every day” “And I’m glad I was friends with your sister so I could see you every day for 9 years, even if Barry had to get involved” With that, Rafe planted a soft kiss on your lips. You finally felt safe.

I really am proud of how this turned out. I have more requests coming up so stay tuned

[enigmasalad]

Weddings Are Places We Don’t Belong

Deceit sighed as he walked into his apartment. Today had been rather exhausting. Sure, being a bartender at a high-class club doesn’t seem like it, but it is. From making drinks for finicky and snobbish customers to keeping figurative and literal tabs on others (for his side business as an informant) he had his hands full. There was one older gentleman saying something completely homophobic as he ordered a scotch on the rocks that he so totally didn’t manipulate to give a rather hefty tip. Another lady (who was most likely going through a midlife crisis) he was serving an expensive cocktail to loudly and bluntly asked about the scarred side of his face. Yeah that was a completely idiotic and bitchy move, but Deceit would milk this opportunity for all it was worth by basically making her feel horribly guilty. So he got another large tip and satisfaction of this woman looking like she was mortified at herself. So after work like that (and a rather threatening text from a customer of his informant business he just shrugged off) he just wanted to relax with his boyfriend and their two headed snake Jekyll and Hyde. However, as he took off his shoes, he heard a frustrated shout followed by a loud crash.

“Dammit Remus.” Remus was probably having another outburst, which meant either broken furniture, walls or even fingers. Deceit entered the kitchen to see what the extent of the damages. There were broken plates and glasses on the floor. Knives and somehow spoons were embedded in cupboards and in the walls. Heck Remus managed to have a fucking skillet stuck to the ceiling by some substance that Deceit didn’t even want to guess the origin of. And of course, In the center was Remus, hair wild and  eyes even wilder. Tears flowed freely down his face and his slightly sharper than average teeth were bared in fury or pain. There were glass and ceramic in his feet, hands, leg and arms. He had his arm on their cutting board and a cleaver high in the air right over it. Deceit announced his presence by clearing his throat. The crazed man dropped the cleaver that was in his hands once he spotted Deceit. “Dee..” he said, voice broken and raw from the amount of screaming he’s probably done. “Stand still Remus.” Deceit ordered. And still Remus stood. Deceit swept up the mess, which took forever.  There was ceramic and glass everywhere. The man tried to get what he could but was certain one of them will have a piece of glass in their feet sometime this week. Once he was done, it was time for stage two of the outburst aftercare, treating Remus’s injuries. Deceit lead his now quiet and drained boyfriend to a dining chair and went to get the first aid supplies. When he came back, he decided to get to the bottom of this.

 “What made you want to impale our walls with spoons this time Remus?” he asked as he tweezed glass and ceramic out of his boyfriend’s body. “Shut the fuck up.” Remus growled. Deceit rolled his eyes. If Remus was going to be like this, fine. He can play bitchy too. He sighed and put the tweezers down and looked at Remus with an indifferent expression. “Alright, then you can tweeze the glass out of yourself and I’ll be in our room since you can handle this yourself.” Deceit said, starting to get up. “Wait! Don’t!” Remus cried, head suddenly snapping up and eyes desperate. “Then I need you to tell me what’s going on Remus. You know I won’t actually leave you, but you also know I can’t help you if you won’t cooperate.” Deceit got back down on his knees and resume cleaning up Remus. Remus shakily sighed in defeat. He let out a humorous laugh. “S-So I found out Roman has an Instagram.” Remus started. Deceit practically growled at that name. Roman. He fucking hated that bastard. Not as much as Remus, but close. He felt sick Remus felt this kind of pain again from his twin. It had been years since he saw the pompous dumbass, but the hate was still there. You see, Deceit knew Remus and his brother Roman since middle school. He quickly made friends with Remus (back then Deceit saw him as a tool, but “unfortunately” hormones and feelings had different ideas in the future) and heard about Roman from him. Apparently once the twins entered middle school, Roman decide to become one of those fake, disgusting popular kids. According to Remus, Roman went even so far as to publicly insult his childhood best friend named Virgil.   Their first encounter with the anxious and pale kid was in the boy’s bathroom. Remus had led Dee to the poor boy. He decided to follow Remus’s wishes and let the boy join their group. Virgil agreed, so they were a trio from then on. They spent time together talking shit about the popular kids and plotting public humiliation for them. It was the best fun any misfit could have really. However, their plans quickly turned into revenge when Roman, egged on by his “friends”, shoved Remus in a locker. Deceit picked the locker open to find Remus pale, shaking and unusually quiet. They all quickly agreed to make the popular kids lives hell once high school started. Sure, Dee handled most of the revenge (planting drugs in lockers, framing cheating, etc) but it was a group effort. Watching popular kid after popular kid get expelled, sent to prison or disowned had the trio raise a red solo cup of booze to victory. Now it was on to target Roman. That’s when the bastard had a change of heart. Roman finally snapped out of the need of being the popular kid and as he did with poor Virgil, broke ties with them. He called them out for the peer pressuring and told them he would rather try to be a better person with no friends than be a villain and have many of them. Most of the lunchroom clapped. The small group didn’t. In fact, Deceit wanted to throw up. It was truly disgusting the amount of bullshit Roman spewed out. Like hell he was going to be a better person. Remus left a dent in the metal lunch table when he slammed down his fist in rage. Soon everything fell apart, because Roman was telling the truth. He wrote apology letters to everyone he’s hurt, joined theater and developed his own personality, or at least shown the personality he was “forced” to hide. What’s worse is Virgil started to believe him. Roman handed Virgil a literal fucking apology essay and begged for forgiveness. “I-I know I’ve hurt you beyond the point of fixing our relationship. It was stupid to do that to you when you were my best friend! Its fine if you never forgive me, but I will always regret hurting you and not treating you like a friend.” Roman looked like he was going to burst into tears. Virgil’s eyes were wide. Deceit growled. “Don’t listen to him. He’s lying, as usual;. You should burn his apology.” Deceit said, staring at the pathetic brother. Before Virgil or Roman could speak, Remus acted. He punched Roman in the gut HARD. When Roman doubled over, they left. Virgil followed, but Deceit saw his hesitation.

One day, Virgil came to Deceit’s home where he lived alone. He was obviously uncomfortable. “I read the apology.” He said. “Was it as fake as we thought?” Deceit asked with a laugh. Virgil didn’t laugh. He swallowed thickly. “No. In fact, I realized something.” The look Virgil gave Deceit still haunts him in his dreams.

“I’m no better than him. In fact, we’ve been in the same boat.” Deceit rolled his eyes. “Virgil you sound ridiculo-“ “No, I don’t. I realize we both are the same! We’ve been manipulated to do the opposite of what we’ve wanted to do, all for the sake of a fake friendship! I’ve helped you get people sent to prison for fucks sake!” Virgil almost shouted.

Deceit snapped.

“Watch your fucking mouth Petrov. You forget what we’ve done for you. Without us, you’d be nothing!” “No, with you and Remus, all I am is nothing! I’ve been a fucking tool all this time! You’ve never cared for me at all!”

Both Virgil and Deceit stood up. Deceit clenched his fist to prevent him from decking Virgil. And by the look Virgil was giving him, Virgil was silently daring him to do it. “If Roman is trying to be a better person, then maybe its time for me to try as well. I don’t care if I’m alone. At least I won’t be fake like you.”

Deceit was about to punch Virgil when the door burst in. It was Remus. He looked..disturbed. His grin was WAY too wide and tears were falling. There was something wrong, horribly wrong. Virgil backed up towards the back door, like he knew something was about to happen. “Remus what the f-“ “I killed Roman.” Deceit’s hand fell to his side as he stared at Remus in shock. He knew Remus was crazy but- “H-He tried apologizing, so I grabbed mama’s cast iron and just-“ Remus make the violent motion of hitting someone over the head with an object. He chuckled and sobbed. “I blacked out and woke up here! I-I killed him! I killed my own brother!!” Remus said hysterically. It was at that moment Virgil bolted. Remus’s head snapped up and started to run after the emo, most likely to leave no witnesses, but some pathetic and sentimental part of Deceit held Remus back. “Calm the fuck down!” Deceit demanded. “He’s escaping! He’s going to tell the police! Let me kill him for you!” Remus screamed as he struggled. As Deceit developed bruises and scratches from trying to restrain the crazed man, he knew Remus was right. Virgil was going to alert some kind of authority. They didn’t have time. They packed up their shit and left before Virgil had the chance to snitch. They found out Roman was alive with miraculously less damage than anyone thought. Plus, Virgil hadn’t said a word, saying he had no clue where Remus or Deceit were, but it was too late. They were gone. And that’s how they ended up in this apartment in London. This was the reason he was picking glass out of his tormented boyfriend in stewing silence. Deceit wrapped Remus’s arms, legs, hands and feet in bandages. He finally decided to ask the question that he was dying to know. “Why on Earth were you looking for Roman’s Instagram?” Remus chuckled, a little more alive now. “I was going to anonymously send him chain mail letters and links to vore porn. And crocs!” Remus admitted. “Jesus Christ Remus.” Deceit sighed. “But I saw that he’s engaged. To three people! They must have kinky sex. I didn’t know he was that desperate for cock. Or ass.” Deceit blinked. Three people, with Roman? What poor, gullible people decided to stick Roman? Di “Is it Virgil?” he asked. “Eh one of them is. Another is like, a sexy teacher looking guy who’d I’d let spank me with a ruler and the other is this chubby guy I’d think would have very squishy insides. I’d like to make a onesie out of him. I’d cuddle with you by a fireplace and drink wine with you wearing that.” Remus said with a grin Deceit chuckled slightly. Most people find Remus disturbing but not him. He found Remus childish and just misunderstood. It was endearing, borderline charming. Remus grinned brighter at the chuckle, but then his face was pained once more. “I just got in my head again. I hate him and I wish even to this day I could finish the job! And yet-“

Remus let out a shaky sigh. Deceit stood up and led his boyfriend to their bedroom. Stage three was comfort and reassurance, so Deceit eased Remus onto their bed and went over to their dresser. On it was the terrarium Jekyll and Hyde lived in. The snake immediately tried to slide up Deceit’s arm. Deceit held his arm up and one of the snake’s heads flicked its tongue out, tickling Deceit’s cheek. He walked back over to the bed and sat next to Remus, letting the snake slither and get comfortable on Remus. Remus giggled as the snake’s tongue flickered against his neck. “Aw they’re giving me kisses!”

“They’re not concerned about you. They just think you smell bad.” Deceit said. “We have the best sons. I love them so much.” Remus sighed as he snuggled the duo headed snake. Deceit smiled softly. Within minutes, he, Remus and their “sons” were cuddling. Remus turned his head to Deceit and looked at him with a soft kind of look that was always only for him. “Thank you.” He said. “It’s no problem.” Deceit responded. Remus looked at the ceiling. “I just…miss home sometimes. Yes, even Roman, even though I want to send him to hell. I miss causing trouble with Virgil. Making him terrified of his shadow. Watching him shrink away when I flirted with him.” Deceit listened carefully, stroking Remus’s messy hair with careful fingers. He listened about the places they’d hang out at back home, like the abandoned strip mall or the playground at night. Remus chattered about the alleyways that had the best dumpsters to dive in and the convenience store bagged pickles that always smelled funny. How back then Deceit easily snuck into liquor stores and bars and somehow always got them free drinks. Then Remus closed his eyes and his voice grew shaky. “I miss mama. I miss her hugs, her food, her songs when she’d clean, when she’d yell at me for stabbing birds with sharpened sticks. W-When she would try to make me bring you to our house cause you were “too skinny”. But she always looked at me differently than Roman. I-I just don’t know what I did wrong for them to hate me. What did I do?”

“She loved you, I think. Just not the way you needed. She was too focused on reforming you to society’s unrealistic standards, she didn’t take time to understand that there’s nothing wrong with you. That you just have an enhanced view on reality that cowards are too blind to see.” Deceit answered. So, there they lay, Deceit whispering reassurances and Remus giving him and their “Sons” kisses and affection. This was just another day in their hellish life but, they had each other.

“Weddings suck anyways. You just watch a princess and a butler shove cake into each other’s mouths and say how much they love each other even though they’ll most likely hate each other in ten years.” Remus grinned the dangerous smile that didn’t make Deceit’s chest feel warm and his cheeks flush. “The only release they get is when death does them part!” Deceit laughed loudly. That was true! “Virgil’s made a huge mistake. I hope he’s happy when he dies.” Remus said. “Probably not. He’s never happy.” Deceit hummed. “No one will be happy in all honesty.” Remus agreed.

Deceit’s life is rough. He’s a bartender for snobs and an informant for the criminal underworld. He lives in an apartment with knives and spoons in the walls and glass on the floor. He has a boyfriend who has violent meltdowns and who destroys their home on some days, and others just does the oddest things. They have a freak of nature snake as their only family members. And you know what? It was perfect.

Remus turned over with a smirk and pulled Deceit closer to him.

“Lets have some comfort fucking Dee.”

Deceit sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Dammit Remus.”

[sunshinejs]

Yours Only

there’s not as much angst as I hoped bcs I suck, sorry anon :(

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“We’re so glad to have you over again, y/n” Connor’s mom sighs happily as you were helping her clear the plates after dinner. Connor and Dylan ducked out of the kitchen when their mother announced it was time to clean the dishes and instead went into the living room to play a round of FIFA “It’s nice to have another girl around the house once in a while”

“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Brashier” You said shyly as you continued to scrub the dirty dishes “I would’ve come by more often but I’ve just been so busy with uni and I have that musical coming up in 2 months as well so my free time has been taken up by rehearsals”

“That’s right! Connor told us about it” She nodded “I know you’re going to be spectacular, sweetheart. Connor wouldn’t stop telling us what an amazing dancer you are”

You blushed in reply “Thank you so much, that’s really nice of you to say”

“You must be happy to have Connor back home” You said with a smile forming on your face “The house must have been pretty quiet without him, huh?”

Connor’s mom nodded in reply, laughing a little “It gets lonely at times, I’ll admit. Dylan doesn’t give me as much headache as he normally does if Connor’s around. It’s nice to have my boy home again; reminds me that he hasn’t exactly forgotten about us now that he’s traveling around the world with Shawn”

You hang the last plate on the drying rack and turned off the tap “Connor never forgets his family, Mrs. Brashier. He loves you all too much” You reassured as you wiped your hands dry with the kitchen towel.

“I know he does” She smiles “Doesn’t mean that it gets easier every time he has to leave for tour, you know?”

“But he’s home for good now” You insisted “And he’s going back to UCLA pretty soon so everything will go back to the way it was”

His mother paused for a second; giving you a blank look. You caught on to this and your eyebrows furrowed at her reaction.

“Mrs. Brashier?” You called out to her “You alright?”

That seem to snap her back to reality as she asked hesitantly “y/n, honey, did Connor not tell you?”

That question alone seemed to make you more nervous “Tell me what…?” You asked.

You could see the look of hesitation in her face; like she was contemplating on whether to break the news to you or not.

“Connor, he…” She sighs, mentally scolding Connor for not bringing this up to you sooner “They’ve extended his contract for the tour, honey. He’s going to be away from home until right before Christmas”

You were taken aback. Your jaws dropped at the news. You blinked in surprise.

How the hell could Connor keep something big like this from you?

“He is?” You ask in a fragile tone, already hearing the crack in your voice.

Dammit, y/n. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“Honey, I’m so sorry” She said with sympathy and you could hear the genuine tone in her voice “I would’ve thought you knew about this. Connor told me about it last month”

“Last month” You repeated. You were trying your best not to break down in front of her right there and then. This was officially the most embarrassing moment for you. Being a complete idiot in front of your boyfriend’s mother.

“He didn’t tell me anything” You said softly.

She reached out for your hand and rubbed it comfortingly “I think you should talk to him, honey”

You nod and excused yourself from the kitchen.

“Connor?” You called softly from the side as you watched him concentrating on the game they were playing on the TV screen.

Connor doesn’t shift his gaze from the screen as he hummed in response “Yeah, baby?”

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“In a minute, babe” He answered “I’m really close to beating Dylan this match!”

Dylan smirked from beside his older brother “You wish, dumbass”

You couldn’t take it anymore so you reached out and snatched the controller from his hand, pausing the game. Both boys groaned and Connor was about to snatch the controller from you again when you asked for the second time, but more firmly “Can I talk to you for a second?”

That definitely didn’t sound good.

As you headed for the sliding door that led you to the Brashiers’ backyard, Dylan turned to his brother, whispering lowly “What did you do?”

Connor shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly as he followed after you. Deep down, he was nervous with the tone you were using. You seemed fine when he left you with his mother in the kitchen, why did your mood suddenly change within 15 minutes?

You two sat on swing set and both didn’t speak. There were so many things running through your head right now and you felt like you were going to burst soon.

Connor was the first to take action; resting his hand on your knee “Baby?” He asked worriedly “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

You snapped your head towards him, letting him see the fresh tears in your eyes “What’s going on?” You repeated “I don’t know, Connor you tell me what the hell’s going on”

He frowned “Hey, you’re the one who said we needed to talk. So, talk babe”

“When were you going to tell me?” You questioned “When were you going to tell me that your contract with Shawn has been extended and you’d be away from home until December?”

Connor felt the weird feeling in his stomach. Out of all the things he’d expected for you to be acting weird, this one didn’t make it to the list.

And then he sees the hurt look on your face and he felt so, very guilty for keeping this from you for the longest time.

“Baby…”

“Do I mean nothing to you, Connor?” You asked timidly as you got up from the chair and stood opposite him, with your arms crossed over your chest “Is that why you kept this from me?” Your voice cracked “Because you didn’t think it was important to tell me?”

Connor immediately shook his head as he reached out for your hand but you pulled away before he could “Baby, it’s nothing like that!” He pleaded “Of course you’re important to me, y/n. You’re the most important person in my life, baby but I just didn’t know how to tell you…”

“So, you figured it was better that I found out from someone else?” You retort “What exactly were you waiting for? Were you waiting for me to come by your house for lunch only for your mother to tell me that you packed your bag up and you’re having the time of your life with your new friends?”

He winced at your sass; he knew he fucked up real good this time.

“I was afraid you’d get mad at me for breaking my promise to you” He admitted softly “I promised you before the tour started that I would be gone only until September but when Andrew offered to extend the contract… I just knew I couldn’t say no”

You let out a sarcastic laugh “So, you kept this from me because you thought I’d be that bitchy girlfriend who wouldn’t let her boyfriend pursue his dreams? Do I look that heartless to you, Connor?”

“You know what, if that’s what you really think of me then maybe I was wrong about you, Connor Brashier” You continued to rant, getting angrier at him “I was wrong to think that you knew me better than anyone else”

“y/n, please, I do know you better than anyone else” Connor pleaded. He knew where this was going and he didn’t want his biggest nightmare to happen “Please tell me what I can do to make this better for us”

You shook your head, letting the tears fall down your cheeks “No, Connor” You firmly said “If you can keep something this big from me just because you assumed I wouldn’t support your dreams then maybe we shouldn’t be together anymore”

Connor felt like his breathe hitched in his throat at your words. His vision was getting blurry due to the tears forming in his eyes.

You spun on your heels and headed for the door. You felt defeated. Like you lost everything by saying those words. It hurt you but it needed to be done.

Connor got up from his spot and took large strolls towards you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and you could hear him sniffle against your shoulder.

“Don’t do this” He said shakily “Don’t end us, y/n”

“I can’t trust you, Connor” You muttered softly “You gotta let me go”

“Give me a second chance” He pleaded “Please, just don’t give up on us, baby. I can’t lose you because of this”

You shook your head and untighten his grip around you. You turned around and took one last look at him “I can’t give you the answer you want, Connor. I’m sorry”

2 months later

“Oh my God, it’s a full house!” You said nervously, taking a peek at the audience gathered in the large theatre hall “I feel like I’m going to throw up”

Amber laughs in reply and rolled her eyes playfully “Babe, you’re going to kill it, okay? You’ve put in so much effort in this musical and we all just know you’re going to be amazing out there”

“Thanks Am” You answered gratefully, turning your head back to the hall; scanning through the crowd.

Amber noticed what you were doing and sighed “Still wondering if he would show up?”

Your head snapped back to her and you had a guilty look plastered on your face “Pathetic of me, right?” You asked sadly “I broke up with him and I still have the audacity to think he would show up for my big night even though he promised he would months ago”

“Oh, honey. It’s not pathetic” She said with sympathy “You still love him, y/n. I get it. It’s okay to still love him despite what happened; you’re only human”

You shrugged your shoulders sadly “Yeah, whatever, Am. He’s probably in Australia right now. Stupid for me to think he’d be here instead”

“I’ll see you later, okay?” You told her “I’m going to head back to my dressing room”

Amber nodded in reply “Break a leg, babe!” She called out to you.

When you got to your dressing room, you were surprised to find a box of white rosses sitting on top of your vanity.

Your heart starts beating faster as you approached it, only one thing running through your mind.

There was only one person who knew how much you loved white roses. And that happened to be the same guy you were just talking about a few minutes ago.

You picked up the card attached to the box, unfolding it open to find a handwritten message.

I know you probably still hate me right now but I made a promise to you I’d be here for your big night and I don’t want to break anymore promises.

I can’t wait to see you be the amazing dancer you are on stage. Break a leg, sweets and I hope you love the flowers.

All my love,

Connor

You read the message over and over again, trying to register it in your mind. Connor was really here? You’d hope for this but you didn’t think it would actually be true.

Was this a sign that you’ve been waiting for?

And then you heard the voice you’ve been missing, and suddenly you realized this was reality; this was really happening.

“Hi” Connor greeted you.

You turned around to find him leaning against the doorframe, with a small smile on his face. His hair was slightly longer since you last saw him but other than that, he was still the same.

“Hi” You responded “What are you doing here? I thought you were away on tour?”

“I was” He nodded, pushing himself off the frame as he stepped into your room; approaching closer to you “But they understood I had other priorities and let me take a few days off”

You nodded in reply, “Thanks for the flowers” You said shyly “They’re beautiful”

He stood before you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe; forgetting how it felt like having Connor so near you after a long time.

“There’s another reason why I came here”

“Oh yeah?” You asked “And what’s that, Connor?”

“I messed up…” He started “I realized I messed up the second you left my house crying and I regretted not chasing after you. I should’ve been honest with you from the start and I should’ve fought harder to make you stay”

“So, I’m here now” He concluded “To make things right with you; to promise you I’m never going to keep anything from you and to keep fighting for you, for us… Because, y/n; I want to be yours, only”

“If you need time, I’ll give you time” Connor said, noticing that you remained silent “We can wait till I come back next month but I’m going to keep waiting for you, baby”

“No”

“No?” Connor’s heart dropped.

“No, I don’t want to wait any longer” You confirmed “You messed up; I got mad, we’re only humans. I don’t want keep doing this because it’s killing me too, Con”

“So,” He hesitantly dragged “We’re okay, now?”

“We’ll take it slow” You reassured with a smile “But we’ll be okay, Con”

“Hey, y/n!” A backstage crew popped into your room “We’re going on soon”

“Be right there!” You called out to him then focused your attention on Connor “I’ll see you after this?”

“You most definitely will” He nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek; relieved that he finally could do it “Break a leg, honey”

“Yeah, I’m going to need a different kind of good luck kiss, Brashier”

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[dogboy-willgraham]

ooh here's a prompt idea if u feel like it: some kind of fairy tale au, like sleeping beauty, red riding hood, etc ( bonus if it at some point includes or mentions a duck)

(I AM FINALLY WRITING THIS I APOLOGIZE FOR MY BITCHY ASS TAKING SO LONG I COULDN’T GET INSPIRATION AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW I’M DOING MENTALLY ANYMORE SO FORGIVE ME AND MY SCREAMING)

Sleeping Beauty AU, FOOLS

*The original Disney animated version because I am not doing the OG version with the 100 years sleep and the rape (Look it up, or don’t), or the Maleficent storyline because that’s not the point here, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk*

Once upon a certain place in time, there was a Queen, no one ever really knew Her name. She had a son, and while there was rumors of a horrid affair, for She ruled alone, none of them where true. She in fact did have a son by her husband, Lucifer, but when She found him sleeping with Her brother from a neighboring kingdom, She took a few shoots of water hemlock from Her own garden, and mixed him a wonderful drink the next morning. A week later She found Herself carrying a child. 

No one ever did find out the king had died. 

 Anyhow, when Her son was born, She held a ceremony and invited three angels. Michael, Uriel, and Ananiel. They each bestowed a blessing on the child. 

Beauty.

Kindness. 

And when Ananiel began faer blessing of safety, and draft flooded into the hall. And a wicked baritone laugh erupted.

“Such a grand party, my queen, and yet I receive no invitation?” A man shaped being with dark violet eyes emerged from the crowd, a pure white duck waddling beside him. 

“Gabriel,” She hissed. “You are not welcome here,” 

“Oh, but why not my queen? I’m no different from them,” Gabriel turned his gaze upon the three angels guarding the cradle where the prince slept. “I’m an angel, and just like them, I’ve come to give my blessing upon the young one,” 

“You are no more angel than a demon,” She hissed. 

“Leave, Gabriel,” Ananiel warned. “You are not to touch him while I watch over him, you’re ‘blessing’ is not welcome,” 

Gabriel chuckled darkly and waved his hand, sending the three across the room. 

The queen stood, arm poised just behind Her throne where her longsword sat.

Gabriel looked over and with another flick of his wrist She was forced into her seat. 

Finally, he walked to the cradle, and looked down at the golden haired boy. The boy roused from his sleep, due to Gabriel’s presence and began to fuss. 

Gabriel laughed lowly, and placed a hand over the boys chest, making the prince fuss more. 

“Oh, darling prince of Her majesty,” Gabriel began. “Do not fuss, I have come to bring you a blessing,” He took a deep breath and smirked deeply as he began speaking once more. “For your mother’s offenses, you will pay,” Gabriel began to address his entire audience. “The prince will live for sixteen years, happily and beautifully, as my dear friends have blessed, but on his sixteenth birthday, no sooner will the sun set as the prince will be pricked by the thorn of a rose, and fall into a sleep-like death, never to wake,” He finished and a bolt of thunder cracked outside, then it fell silent. 

Gabriel walked away from the cradle and down to the edge of the crowd. “That, is my blessing, my lord,” He smiled wickedly and began walking again. 

“That is no blessing Gabriel!” Michael shouted. “That is a curse!” 

“Oh, it’s no such thing, dear sister, it is a blessing, the prince will not be hurt when he falls into slumber,” Gabriel disappeared into the crowd after that. 

Uriel quickly began removing the crowd when they could move again, while Ananiel ran to the cradle and brought faer wings to cover the boy from any danger. Michael approached the queen, head hung low. 

“My lord, forgive me-” 

She cut off Michael. “Don’t,” She looked to Her son, guarded by sleek brown wings. “It isn’t your fault,” 

“I could’ve-”

“I could’ve done many things too,” She interrupted. “But ‘what-ifs’ will not help us now, we must do what we can,” 

When the crowds were gone Uriel returned to Ananiel and began speaking in a hushed voice to fae. 

“Is there anything we can do about the curse?” She asked Michael, not yet noticing the conversation happening by the cradle. 

“No, if one of us casted it, or someone like us, we could do something but, Gabriel’s magic is not the same as ours anymore,” Michael looked down sadly. “It’s impossible to even try,”

“Not impossible, my lord,” Ananiel cut in. “Well, at least it is to break it, but we can change it, at least a little,” 

“Go on,” She said. 

“Well, Gabriel didn’t say how it could be broken, so we can fill it in ourselves, or Michael can,” Uriel finished. 

“Is this true?” She asked Michael. 

“Yes,” Michael answered. 

“Then do it,” 

Michael approached the cradle and Ananiel hesitantly folded faer wings back. 

Michael set a hand on the child’s chest, calming him. 

“The curse can be broken, but only if the fair prince receives a kiss, from his true love,” Michael finished, and another crack of lighting rang out. 

“Really, Michael? True love?” Uriel hissed. 

“I’m stressed,” Michael deadpanned. “And it’s not impossible,”

“It will be fine,” She said. “But I don’t want him near here, roses grow like wildfires in my kingdom, I want a failsafe in case Michael’s change doesn’t work,” 

“Where can he go?” Ananiel asked. 

“I want you to take him deep into the forest, on the other side of the river, he will be safe from the roses,” She said. “And, if you can, if you will, raise him, I cannot abdicate my throne, he will have nothing to come back to if I do,” 

Michael looked to Uriel and Ananiel, and all exchanged nods. 

“We’ll do it,” Michael said. 

“Thank you,” She stood and walked to Her son. “I love you, and while it’s hurts, I must say farewell my dear Aziraphale,”

-

The trio of angels took Aziraphale into the forest that night, finding a small cottage miraculously abandoned. And, as the queen asked, they raised him. 

Well, Michael and Ananiel raised him, mostly. Uriel had the least maternal personality out of the three, and besides that, Uriel was less than interested in getting involved with whatever was happening between her their sister and their friend. Uriel was more than happy though to take care of the materiel aspects of Aziraphale’s life. 

And for sixteen years, minus one day, Aziraphale grew up happy and beautiful. Unburdened by the existence of his biological mother, or the curse that loomed over

-

The day he was suddenly burdened by his life outside of the cocoon of the forest, was his birthday. But, of course, he didn’t just wake up when all Hell broke loose, but, the beginning of the day is a fine place to start. 

-

“We have to tell him,” Uriel said, out of the blue. 

“Not yet,” Ananiel returned. “ And anyway, we already agreed that we were going to tell him after his birthday,” 

“No, we didn’t,” Uriel set the shirt they were repairing down. “We need to tell him, he needs to time to understand, we’re going to be taking him to Her as soon as the sun finishes setting, and what do you think he’s going to feel like if we just toss that on him and then throw him back at Her?” 

“After, Uriel,” Ananiel insisted. 

“Michael, be the voice of reason, we need to tell him,” Uriel all but pleaded. 

Michael set her book down. “We’re not throwing him back at Her, and we need to make sure this works, we'll tell him after,”

“Oh, for someone’s sake you two!” Uriel groaned. “You’re acting like this is all going to go smoothly! It isn’t!”

“We are aware it’s not going to go smoothly,” Michael gently retorted. 

“Really? Then why are you waiting?”

Michael and Ananiel exchanged a glance, both knowing why they were stalling, but neither willing to admit. 

“I need some air,”  Uriel grumbled and walked out, past Aziraphale who had just arrived at the door. 

“Is Uriel okay?” Aziraphale asked timidly, stepping in. 

“Uriel’s okay, love, just needed to stretch their legs,” Ananiel smiled, and opened faer arms, which Aziraphale let wrap around him happily. 

“They seemed upset,” Aziraphale whispered into the crook of Ananiel’s neck. 

“They were just excited, it’s your birthday after all,” Ananiel felt faer throat tighten with the lie. Fae exchanged a sad glance with Michael. 

“Hey, Azzie,” Michael began smiling. “Could you go get some of those water lilies you love? We need them for tonight,” 

“I was just outside?” Aziraphale asked in a small voice. 

“I know, dear, but I forgot, and I promise there’ll be cake in it for you,” Michael smiled. 

“Okay,” Aziraphale grinned and removed himself from Ananiel. 

“Be home before sundown,” Michael said seriously. 

“Alright, mum,” Aziraphale hugs Michael before going back outside. 

Ananiel and Michael share a look, understanding, and hesitation to have their perfect illusion of life shatter. 

-

Aziraphale hummed happily as he collected the pale pink flowers off their green beds, daydreaming as usual. It was hard not to, he’d never been outside the forest, and never met anyone else either. But he had his books, and he could imagine as best he could meeting a tall dark stranger, or a kind friend. 

But the dark stranger was preferred most times. 

As he plucked another flower he heard a thud from a nearby clearing, and muffled grunts. 

Aziraphale stood up and cautiously walked towards it, leaving his flowers in a pile. 

When he pulled back the thick of bushes he had to bite his tongue to keep from bursting into giggles. 

A young red-haired man, no older than Aziraphale it seemed, was sprawled out on the forest floor as if he had fallen off his horse, who was now sitting on top of him. 

“For somebody’s bloody sake Bentley! Get off!” The strangely dressed person pushed at the black horse, who just huffed and shifted farther onto it’s rider. 

Aziraphale let out a small snort, still mesmerized by the newcomer. 

The redhead looked over to Aziraphale and sighed in relief. 

“Oi, blondie, mind helping me out?” The redhead asked. 

Aziraphale nodded and went over to try and gentle the horse off the ginger, which was successful. 

“Thank you,” The ginger smiled, getting up and brushing the dirt off his pitch-black clothes. “I would’ve been there for hours if you hadn’t come along,”

“No need,” Aziraphale smiled as well, a little blush creeping up his neck. Now that he was able to see the redhead better, he found him incredibly handsome. His very own tall dark stranger. 

The redhead, Crowley was his name, blushed too as he gazed at the cherubic blonde in front of him. He shook his head though, as if it would help clear his head. “What's your name, kind angel?” 

Aziraphale flushed fully, quite surprised by the name, but not unwelcoming of it. 

“A-Aziraphale,” Aziraphale coughed out, his throat felt dry. “My name is Aziraphale,” 

“Crowley,” Crowley smiled, brushing a bit more dust off his gold accented jacket. “Aziraphale, you really are an angel,” 

Aziraphale wanted to both get away from Crowley and his wonderful words to collect himself and more of those words. 

“Are you from around here?” Crowley asked, interrupting Aziraphale’s frenzied thoughts. 

“Yes, from the clearing Eastward from here,” Aziraphale answered. 

“Ah, well, why don’t I give you a lift back? Repay you for saving my arse?” 

Aziraphale smiled sheepishly. “You don’t have to,” 

“Rubbish, hop on. Make sure to hold on though, Bentley is not peaceful,” 

-

Aziraphale forgot about his flowers as he clutched Crowley’s chest while the horse sped off. 

Crowley smelled very nice, a faint fiery smell with cinnamon, and Aziraphale couldn’t get enough. 

They arrived at Aziraphale’s home just before the sun had set. Crowley helped him off the horse and knelt to kiss his knuckles lightly. 

“Thank you for the company, angel,” Crowley smiled. 

Aziraphale blushed and looked away. 

”I hate that I must part ways with you now, but I will return as soon as I can,” Crowley frowned slightly, before digging into his leather bag and pulling out a white rose. 

“For you,” Crowley tucked the flower into Aziraphale’s hair, a stray thorn nicking Aziraphale’s skin. 

And as soon as Crowley was watching a blushing cherub he had an armful of sleeping cherub. 

Three women emerged from the house suddenly as well, and took a moment to take in the scene. 

“You have no idea the shit you’ve just started,” The red-haired one growled. 

-

To sum up the end, Crowley fought a giant duck, and then kissed Aziraphale, and they somehow fell in love, there was also a whole ordeal with Aziraphale’s birthmother, but he chose his family in the end. 

[victoria-seaberg-blog]

PC 1 - life before the selection

[Hello! This is my fic for the first practice challenge, I hope you enjoy it :) Also I’m going to try to add in a music element in every fic. This time lyrics from the following song are included: Noah Cyrus – Stay Together. They’re in italics! I tried to edit all typos and grammar/spelling mistakes out, but some might have slipped through. Contains some swear words and cursing]

Today is a day like every other day. I am sitting on the sofa, casually scrolling on my phone. It has been a month since Derek and I broke up, but the tabloids still can’t shut up about it.

Victoria: single and ready to mingle

Single? True. Ready to mingle? Not really.

Reality TV princess Victoria dumps her very own prince charming!

Barf. Prince charming. I don’t think so.

Life after dating Vic: Derek tells his side of the story

Derek’s side of the story? He has absolutely no right to say anything. The stupid prick ruined everything.

It all started four months ago when I met Derek. I know I should have called security to drag him away. But I didn’t. That was the first mistake.

*rewind, rewind, rewind*

[four months earlier]

Into the Unknown had hit a new viewing record: 11 million. Yeah that’s right! 11 million people had watched the latest episode!

Our executive producer Philip had made a reservation for the VIP area of outdoorsy club BRIS. Everyone was there. My parents Jack and Miryam, the camera men, the sound people. Literally the entire team behind Into the Unknown. Even my manager Henrietta was there. Normally she tries to stay as far away from the cameras as possible. But this was a special night. A night to celebrate. So she had to be there.

I was moving to the beat of the music. Oh how I love dancing.

“I’ll be right back.” I told Henrietta. She gave me a ‘please don’t leave me here all by myself’ face. Henrietta was not just my manager, she was also a really good friend. “You’ll be fine.” I reassured her.

I left the VIP area and made my way over to the DJ booth. I was about to request a song when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, “What?”

I looked into a pair of brown eyes. He was smiling at me, but didn’t say anything. I sighed, rolled my eyes and turned back around to face the DJ again. I asked if he could play a song of Dua Lipa ,my favourite artist. The DJ nodded at me and gave me a thumps up.

I turned around and started to make my way back to the VIP area when I bumped into mister brown eyes. “You’re gorgeous.” He whispered in my ear. “I know.” I said before I softly pushed him away, clearing my path.

As I got closer, I could see my parents smiling at each other as they were dancing. I couldn’t help but smile. They had been through so much, but they kept fighting for each other. They made it work.

I could hear the transition to the Dua Lipa song. I grabbed Henrietta’s arm and pulled her up. “For once, let go of the stiffness! Dance as if nobody is watching!” She obeyed.

I felt another tap on my shoulder. Why did everyone has to bother me. I just wanted to dance.

I turned around. There he was again, mister brown eyes. I raised an eyebrow, “How did you get in here?” He opened his mouth to say something, but I was quicker. “This is a VIP only space, and you’re not VIP material.”

I faced Henrietta again, she was loosening up a bit. In my head I gave myself a little applause.

The song came to its end, I walked over to the sofa and sat down. I took a sip of my mojito as I watched the others dancing, talking and smiling. They were having a good time.

Without looking, I could feel a presence sitting next to me. I sighed, knowing exactly who it was. “What do you want?”

“I just want to talk to you.”

I sighed again.

Mister brown eyes softly touched my face and moved my face into his direction.

As a response, I accidently dropped my drink on him. Okay maybe not so accidently. Nobody touches my face. “You’re welcome.” I said.

I expected him to get up and leave. But he didn’t. From the corner of my eye I could see that he took off his shirt. I turned my face to him, raising both of my eyebrows out of surprise.

“Thank you,” he said to me, “now I have a reason to show you my amazing body. Apparently it worked.” He smiled at me.

I looked at him from head to toe. His body wasn’t that amazing. But he did have some gorgeous tattoos. I have always had a certain attraction to tattoos. They’re just sexy.

I could feel my face relax. “Nice tattoos.”

He looked at me shocked, “Wow, a compliment from you. Thank you.”

Finally someone on the same sarcastic level as me.

My face relaxed even more. Normally this doesn’t happen with people I don’t know. With anyone to be honest. I have never been the biggest fan of people. They’re pretentious, trying to get on your good side. Well hunny let me tell you something, that won’t happen.

Mister brown eyes was different.

“So, what do you want?”

He laughed, “You’re obviously the most gorgeous girl in this entire club.”

I shrugged, “I know. But what you do want from me?”

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Nothing lasts forever. But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night? We can do whatever. As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright.”

At that he took my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor.

And that is the how me and mister brown eyes, also known as Derek, met.

We had a great relationship. He could handle my bitchy comments. He was one of the few people who could make me laugh at his jokes.

Being a bitch is just the way I am. But whenever I was around Derek, the sweeter side of me got revealed.

Trusting him was a mistake.

We had planned a date on a private yacht. I had convinced Philip that the cameras had to stay away. I wanted this to be special. And most of all private.

As soon as we got on the yacht, I felt that something was off. Derek was acting weird. I had asked him multiple times what was wrong. He seemed so nervous.

After 30 minutes I found out what was going on. Our yacht was surrounded by multiple smaller boats. And those boats were filled with paparazzi. I was used to the sound of clicking cameras. That’s what you get when you grow up in the spotlights. But this was an invasion of our privacy. My privacy.

“Sorry, I had to call them.”

I stormed over to Derek. “You stupid dick!”

I wanted to hurt him. To rip off his ears. Pull his hair out. Throw him in the sea.

But I had to contain myself for the paparazzi. I didn’t want everyone to think of me as a psycho. They knew I had always been sassy and bitchy. But I won’t let anyone think of me as a psycho.

So I grabbed Derek’s arm and pulled him inside. I opened the door to the bathroom and pushed him in. With all the anger I had inside of me I smashed the door to a close. I grabbed a random chair and shoved it under the door handle.

Derek was banging on the door, “Vic! Let me out. I’m sorry okay?”

I wasn’t having any of it.

I made my way over to the captain of the yacht and ordered him to set course for the haven again.

The next day, the pictures were everywhere. The rage was visible in my eyes, even though I was wearing sunglasses.

I thought he was different. How could I be so stupid?

*back to reality*

I take a sip of my hot chocolate. Hot chocolate, yes. Sonage only has one season: summer. But that doesn’t stop me from drinking my favourite drink.

I can hear voices coming from the kitchen. My parents are in there and I can hear that they’re talking about my love life.

Let’s end this here and now. I open the kitchen door. Philip and a camera man are in there as well, they’re filming.

Both my parents go quiet immediately as soon as they see me.

“Please continue with your conversation.” I give them a small, but fake, smile.

“Vic,” my dad begins, “don’t you think it’s time to go on dates again?”

My mom jumps in, “You know Thomas from next door, or Hans the son of our security guard. Oh and don’t forget Philip, he has always had a crush on you.”

I roll my eyes, “No, no and no.”

Dad hesitates as he says, “Or maybe try again with Derek?”

Daggers shoot out of my eyes as I hear his name, “Most definitely not. I never want to see him again.”

I don’t need Thomas, Philip, or Hans. And I certainly do not need Derek.

“What about girls then?” My mom begins.

I sigh and decide to remove myself from this situation. I leave the kitchen and go to my bedroom. The only place, except for the bathroom, where the cameras are not allowed to come.

I’m not even in there for 3 minutes or someone knocks on my door.

“Yes?”

The door opens, “Hi Victoria, it’s me.”

“Okay, come in.”

Henrietta pops in and quickly closes the door. Her face has some weird, confused look on it. There is a hint of fear on there as well. “Derek called, he was asking to speak to you.”

A deep sigh leaves my body and I roll my eyes. “Tell Derek,” I say in my sweetest voice, “to FUCK OFF!”

Henrietta nods her head.

From the way she is looking, I can see she is in doubt whether or not to say anything else.

“Henri, what?”

She grabs something from her bag, “this came for you in the mail today.”

She hands me an envelope. It has the royal stamp on it.

I look back at my manager. “No.”

“You don’t even know what’s in it?”

I sigh. Again. “I’m not going to apply for a competition over some prince’s heart.”

“But,” Henrietta starts, “Prince Nathaniel can’t be worse than the boys you know. You have nothing to lose. ”

I open the envelope.

Dear women of Illéa,

The recent census has confirmed that a single woman between the ages of sixteen and twenty currently resides in your home. We would like to make you aware of an upcoming opportunity to honor the great nation of Illéa. Our beloved prince, Nathaniel Schreave, is coming of age this month. As he ventures into this new part of his life, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a true Daughter of Illéa. If your eligible daughter, sister, or charge is interested in possibly becoming the bride of Prince Nathaniel Schreave and the adored princess of Illéa, please fill out the enclosed form and return it to your local Province Services Office. One woman from each province will be drawn at random to meet the prince.

I look at Henrietta again, she nods her head. And so I fill in the application form.

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The Outsiders Queer Subtext ft. Jally - Part 10

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Still looking at the drive-in scene, and here’s just a small moment with Cherry and Pony before the Jally comes in.

Cherry was looking at me. “What’s a nice, smart kid like you running around with trash like that for?”

I felt myself stiffen. “I’m a grease, same as Dally. He’s my buddy.” (Pg 23)

I just love that even though Ponyboy doesn’t particularly like Dally, he sticks up for him when Cherry insults him. This gang of boys supports each other because no one else will, and I love them all for it.

Also, Cherry calling Dally trash doesn’t show too much interest in him, in my opinion. But she’s also a Soc and has her own reputation to uphold, so who knows.

Anyway, here comes some Jally. Cut because it’s really long and rambling about Johnny and Dally motivations that are so subtext I’m not sure where I’m coming up with them, haha.

Johnny came back then and sat down beside me. He looked around for Dally, then managed a shy “Hi” to the girls and tried to watch the movie. He was nervous, though. Johnny was always nervous around strangers. Cherry looked at him, sizing him up as she had me. Then she smiled softly, and I knew she had him sized up right.

Dally came striding back with an armful of Cokes. He handed one to each of the girls and sat down beside Cherry. “This might cool you off.”

She gave him an incredulous look; and then she threw her Coke in his face. “That might cool you off, greaser. After you wash your mouth and learn to talk and act decent, I might cool off, too.”

Dally wiped the Coke off his face with his sleeve and smiled dangerously. If I had been Cherry I would have beat it out of there. I knew that smile.

“Fiery, huh? Well, that’s the way I like ‘em.” He started to put his arm around her, but Johnny reached over and stopped him.

“Leave her alone, Dally.”

“Huh?” Dally was taken off guard. He stared at Johnny in disbelief. Johnny couldn’t say “Boo” to a goose. Johnny gulped and got a little pale, but he said, “You heard me. Leave her alone.”

Dallas scowled for a second. If it had been me, or Two-Bit, or Soda, or anyone but Johnny, Dally would have flattened him without a moment’s hesitation. You just didn’t tell Dally Winston what to do. One time, in a dime store, a guy told him to move over at the candy counter. Dally had turned around and belted him so hard it knocked a tooth loose. A complete stranger, too. But Johnny was the gang’s pet, and Dally just couldn’t hit him. He was Dally’s pet, too. Dally got up and stalked off, his fists jammed in his pockets and a frown on his face. He didn’t come back. (Pg 24-25)

This is an important moment. First, I just want to ask why Johnny didn’t see Dally when he was apparently at the concession stand at the same time, and came back to the seats right after him?? (Not suspicious at all if you’re sneaking off with your boyfriend and staggering the time you return to the group. I’m kidding. Kinda. I can totally see it, though.)

So, like, Johnny goes to sit down and immediately looks for Dally, acknowledges the girls, and watches the movie. He is literally more interested in watching the movie than flirting with girls. Same, Johnny.

Dally comes back with his bitchy attitude, and Cherry still ain’t having none of his shit. Smart girl, Cherry. But Pony recognizes that Dally is getting into a dangerous mood. And still Dally doesn’t stop bothering Cherry, instead he gets into her personal space, which is a real douchebag move.

Cue Johnny stepping in and actually physically stopping Dally. You go, Johnny. He might be scared of possible repercussions, but he confronts Dally anyway. And everyone is so shocked that Johnny would stand up to Dally like this. I’m not. This boy is a fighter, and he might be traumatized from his abusive family and being jumped by Socs, but that doesn’t stop him from standing up for himself and others.

Even Dally is apparently shocked, but he doesn’t retaliate because of Johnny’s “pet” status. According to Ponyboy, anyway. Johnny being the “pet” of the gang is a really interesting concept in and of itself. Because it may well be true, in more ways than one, but that doesn’t entirely explain this moment. Sure, Dally may not do anything because Johnny is his friend. In fact, Dally doesn’t have any response to Johnny, not even a “Fuck off” like you know he’d say to anyone else. No one tells Dally what to do. Instead, he walks away without a word. Like, he won’t even say anything bad or negative to Johnny, which is pretty telling. Dally doesn’t act that way toward anyone else, and I don’t necessarily think it has to do with Johnny’s “pet” status that Pony likes to remind us about.

Also according to Ponyboy, Johnny rarely talks, so why would he choose now to speak up? Why would he choose to speak up to Dally of all people? Especially when it seems like Dally (and the other guys) pick up girls like this all the time? It can’t be the first time they’ve bothered girls, even if Johnny never participated before. I get the feeling he hasn’t, and not just because he’s shy. Because he’s still shy here, and he’s still speaking up against Dally, telling him to knock it off. So why now?

I think this can be looked at in a few different ways, bear with me, I’m almost done.

One, that Johnny is closer to Dally than Ponyboy knows about, as I’ve said before. They probably talk and hang out more than Pony knows. That he feels comfortable enough to basically scold Dally in front of other people, knowing how Dally usually reacts in situations like that, but not letting that stop him. Because Johnny does know Dally, and he knows he’s probably not in any danger from him. And Dally probably also realizes that Johnny wouldn’t say anything if he didn’t feel like Dally was crossing a line. So he sucks it up and leaves with nothing but a scowl.

Two, that Johnny could perhaps be jealous? It’s a stretch, I know. But this boy was previously more involved in the movie than the girls, but he starts paying attention when Dally comes back and goes right back to his “flirting.” I mean, I’m sure he also recognizes that it’s getting dangerous when Cherry throws the Coke in Dally’s face. But Johnny left before for the concession stand because he was embarrassed by Dally’s flirting. And then he doesn’t say or do anything until Dally tries to get physical with Cherry. Johnny stops that from happening, unequivocally. Not even Ponyboy spoke up. So really, what makes the shy boy speak up now? That he’s finally over seeing Dally flirting with girls right in front of him? I’m not even saying this is necessarily a conscious reasoning. Johnny’s probably not even aware of his feelings at this point. He just knows he wants Dally to stop messing with Cherry.

Three, that Johnny doesn’t want Dally to be a jerk, or be seen as a jerk. Which is also probably a stretch and not necessarily a conscious motivation. But we know that Johnny pretty much worships the ground Dally walks on. And in the book, we aren’t really given a reason for that because Pony’s point of view doesn’t account for it. Supposedly because Dally is tough and cool, where Johnny is shy and mild. Johnny looks up to Dally, absolutely, and with that hero-worship comes the idea that he doesn’t want his hero to be seen as a bad guy. It’s understandable. But Dally’s doing this all on his own, so the girls already think he’s a jerk. It’s a little late for Dally not to be seen like that, but it’s not too late for Johnny to get Dally to stop acting out. Which, I do think Dally is always acting out, even when it comes to his behavior with girls, as I’ve previously discussed. Maybe Johnny sees some of that, too.

I don’t know. This is my reading of this scene with Dally and Johnny, influenced by previous aspects and future instances of their relationship throughout the book. I see it pretty clearly, but not every reader does. So, what do you guys think of this scene and Johnny putting a stop to Dally’s unwanted flirting with Cherry?

I’m not done with this scene yet, probably one more part to it.

Until the next part~