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championofsanghelios · 3 years

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Watch Dogs Legion - "M"

This was written by me, remember. So expect the usual errors, typos and word bugs (bzz.) --- [11.11.2029] [THE EARLS FORTUNE] [2044 HOURS] --- "...that's not my point!" Jackson says as he pushes the door open, his waterproof dripping wet from the rain that was lashing down outside. "You need to stop being so reckless, and actually consider the risks to yourself...as well as others."

"There's no fun in being careful!" Wrench replies, following him in. He was absolutely soaked through, but didn't seem to care. "It takes away the unpredictability...which is what I love about those Ops. Just showing up with my Lady Smash and some home made explosives...it's great!"

"That's another thing I need to talk to you about." Jackson pulls off his waterproof, draping it over one of the radiators near the wall. "There's breaking things, then there's vaporizing them..."

Connie comes out of the back room, letting out a laugh when she sees them both. "Well Well, you two took your time getting back."

"Only because this one here decided an Albion Comms Tower needed to be demolished." Jackson says, moving past her into the backroom where he locates a towel to dry his hair. "I'm yet to figure out how he wasn't caught or killed."

"You're making a name for yourself, Reggie." Connie says, moving around to the other side of the bar. "Not entirely sure if it's a good one, but...a name nonetheless."

"Yeah well, I'm just prepared to do whatever is necessary to take this city back." Wrench shrugs, gladly accepting the beer she places on the bar for him. "If that involves blowing up Albion property or smashing up Blume server stacks with my hammer, so fucking be it."

"It's dangerous." Jackson appears from the backroom, tossing the towel at him. "You better change that sweater by the way. You'll catch a chill."

"What are you my mother!?" Wrench let's out a modulated grunt, pulling up his mask slightly and downing about half of the beer he'd been handed. "Give me a break, we made it back okay!"

"And what happens if you end up getting arrested, or seriously wounded?" Jackson asks, opting for a bottle of water instead of anything alcoholic.

"Oh no." Wrench shakes his head placing his bottle down on the bars surface, his exposed mouth smirking. "There's no injuries with me. Either I get the job done, or die trying."

"You genuinely don't care if you live or die?" Jackson asks, giving him a look. "Seriously?"

"I don't have this for nothing." Wrench points at the anarchy symbol on his neck. "I don't live by rules, that includes the ones to do with life and death."

Jackson is about to say something when the door pushes open and Aiden comes in, feeling about as miserable as he looked. He was wet, but not in the same way the two of them were, something else had happened to him. "Wow! What happened to you!"

"I fell in the Thames." Aiden grumbles, shaking the water from the sleeves of his overcoat. "...actually I dove in there after some thugs caught me stalking them."

"Oh that reminds me!" Connie suddenly pipes up, her hand tapping Wrench's right forearm. "There was a bloke in here earlier on. He was asking for you."

"A bloke?" Wrench replies, questions marks lighting up his askew mask. He downs more of his beer. "Who was it?"

"No idea." Connie shakes her head, smiling. She reaches under the bar, taking out a small piece of white card paper. "But he was lovely, all charms...asked me to pass this onto you."

Wrench eyes the card for a second, opting to pull off his mask entirely. He takes a hold of it, turning it around. Someone had written a note in red-ink.

YOU NEED TO ANSWER YOUR PHONE, MAN ALSO THE WEATHER HERE IS NUTS!!! SEND ME A MESSAGE WHEN YOU GET THIS oh...and thank Connie for the free cookies. - M

He suddenly let's out a cough as he chokes on the beer he's drinking. Lifting the card up. "...motherfucker!"

"What?" Jackson stops trying to wrestle his Uncle out of his coat. "What is it?"

"I'll be right back." Wrench says, leaving his beer and his mask at the bar. He heads out into the rain, ignorant to the fact that it was making him wetter than he already was.

Taking his out his phone, he swipes up the contacts tab, scrolling down until he finds the right number. He thumbs it, his Optik lighting up and dialling.

After a tone or two, he hears a click.

"You took your time." Marcus' voice was something that he would never ever tire of hearing, especially now, especially after all of the shit he'd been through the last year or two. "I was wondering if Connie would get that to you."

"You're here." is all Wrench can say, unsure of what he should do now. Part of him wanted to jump for joy, another wanted to cry. "...you're actually here. In London."

"Yeah, I guess I couldn't just sit there in SF and let you have all the fun." Marcus chuckles. "...that little job we did together a few months back reminded me of how much I enjoyed having you around."

"Where are you right now?" Wrench asks, reaching up this face, rubbing at it. "Are you nearby?"

"Why?" Marcus asks, a smile evident in his voice. "You that desperate to see me?"

"Yes." Wrench admits it there and then. In truth there hadn't been anything he wanted to do more than see him again. "...It was the same for me. I didn't realise how much fun I used to have with you until you found me through, Jordi."

He moves over to one of the benches, sitting down on it. All around him, London was going about it's business, people were walking past, umbrellas in hand, hoods covering their heads. Looking out across Parliament Green, he sighs.

"I hear you've been having some fun outwith our little shared Op." Marcus says. "Something about killing Nigel Cass?"

"He had it coming." Wrench snorts bitterly, shaking his head. "Fuckin' maniac thought he could subvert justice and launch a coup...which reminds me, I've got to introduce you to the Dick."

"The Dick?" he hears the Hipster's confusion. "Who's that? Dusan's cousin?"

"Might as well be." the Anarchist nods, smiling to himself. "His name is Richard Malik...and he's a massive prick...but he's been useful to us."

"Wait...is that the same Richard Malik who was appointed Director of SIRS, only to be exposed literally 2 days later?" Marcus asks.

"That's the one." Wrench nods, sitting forwards. Staring at the concrete between his shoes. "I should send you the vids from when Bagley used his own FILAMENT against him."

"FILAMENT?"

"...what were his exact words?" Wrench's eyes narrow. "It's like...Nudle, but with instant access to all information about every person in the UK...basically George Orwell's wet dream."

The laugh that Marcus let's out is cathartic, such a delightfully bright noise, and one he could never get enough of. One he hoped he would hear more of soon.

It's short lived though, as a whole load of other feelings come to the surface in the pause that follows. He deflates a little. "I've missed having you around, M."

"I know." Marcus replies.

"So where are you?" Wrench asks. "Are you coming back this way? Or am I going to have to find you?"

He gets no response to those questions. His eyes narrow slightly. "M?"

Suddenly there's a movement in his peripherals, at which point a hand appears, holding his mask. He looks at it for a second, almost stunned.

"You're making a habit of leaving that thing lying around..." Marcus says, having just sat down next to him. "...am I gonna have to retrieve it for you every time you misplace it?"

Wrench doesn't move, he just sits there, frozen in place. Marcus had aged, much like himself, but not in the way he was expecting. He still looked pretty much the same as he always had, spare the scruff around his face and neck, which had turned into a full beard...and a little tinge of silver hair on his fringe.

Something shifts inside him at that moment, a tightness in his core that he wasn't even aware of unravels. A laughs bubbles out of him, one that turns to a sob half-way, and without so much as a word he puts an arm around him and pulls him into a hug, hiding his face in his shoulder.

"Huh." Marcus says, placing the mask onto his lap and closing the hug. "Of all the reactions I was ready for...this wasn't one of them."

"Shut up." Wrench says, his voice muffled by his shoulder. "Just-...Just shut up."

Marcus laughs out loud again.

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#watch dogs legion #wrench #marcus holloway #wrencus #jackson pearce #aiden pearce #connie robinson #i wrote this instead of sleeping #good night zzzz

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angelz-dust · 3 years

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masters of none - part 4 (jason todd x reader)

summary: after many months, we are back in action and back in reader’s head. pls enjoy these jason crumbs. if you need a refresher on the plot, the other chapters will be linked below!

word count: 3.7k

warnings: food/eating. alcohol. cursing.

part 1 /// part 2 //// part 3

gravity

ever since i ever felt ya, right there life couldn't seem better. tulip flowers in my sweater. ask me now, is this forever?

…

you rested your chin on the table before you, your arms hanging limply between your knees as you listened to your manager, dana. you were really just watching her mouth open and close while she pointed at a powerpoint. god, what you would've given for an extra hour of sleep. the all nighters in the studio were starting to take a toll.

the feeling of the back of daisy’s soft hands brought you back to earth. the smell of cocoa butter dancing beneath your nostrils as her smooth engagement ring rolled across your cheek. you breathed in her smell, exhaling in content through your nose.

“you good?” she mouthed and you closed your eyes, giving her a little nod. the bassist rubbed her calloused fingers against your forehead, pushing strands of your hair past your hairline. you pouted when she eventually pulled away, leaving you only with the sensation of touch that once was.

you heard tyler shift in his seat and then felt some air graze against your hand. you looked under the table, noticing he was holding something out to you. you two made eye contact briefly before you scooted back in, grabbing what felt like an envelope. looking down at your lap, you saw a sticky note attached to it. jason’s money was what it said. you carefully put the envelope in your jacket pocket, sitting back in your seat now and looking at dana’s powerpoint. she was going over reports from your publicist, jerry, which you didn't particularly care about.

“now, i have to ask,” dana’s words pierced your bubble of inattention. “have you all thought about what i said about this next album?”

jordy raised his hand like a school kid. “yes?”

“y/n and i decided that we'd be okay with making our album a group project. it has been, admittedly, kinda hard and boring without everyone else. we’d honestly be doing ourselves a disservice by not doing it together,” jordy explained, dana clapping her hands together.

“wonderful,” she nodded, keeping her hands clasped. “i know you two were excited to do your own thing, but i was talking to jerry and he was really pressing me to get a group album from you guys. the people wanna see you guys as a unit of established artists, which you all are. so what's the concept? we never discussed it.”

“uh,” you verbally paused, raising your arms above your head to stretch. “disco, jazz, and funk. it's a mix of those.”

“retro is in right now,” dana nodded, pacing around the room. “how far back will this set us on a release date?”

you grimaced, leaning back in your seat, the back of the seat lightly bouncing as it absorbed your weight. you pondered the question for a moment. “if it’s gonna be a group thing, it'll have to be significantly longer. we have a decent starting off point but i'm gonna need way more songs now.”

“what about the rest of you? any tracks that we could swing?” dana asked, looking at the rest of the group.

grabbing a pen and piece of scrap paper, you started jotting down notes as everyone spoke out to you. dex and quinton didn’t have anything, but they wouldn’t be a problem. you just needed to give them a beat to rap over and you’d be set. the twins had a finished song already that fit the concept, which was good. with tyler’s voice and aly’s excellent song writing abilities, you doubted very seriously that anything else needed to be done to it. daisy and hector had plenty of lyricless songs, too. funk and soul was their specialty, after all. misha even had a demo track she was willing to share.

you looked over the notes you had taken, tapping your pen on the table as you hummed to yourself. “this could probably work. we’ll need to go over everything in the studio, though.”

“we should just do it now. no one is doing shit else today, right?” dex asked the group, who all shook their head.

“i have a request,” you raised your finger, looking at dana. “i want gotham to be involved in this project.”

“gotham…” dana repeated slowly, unsure of what you meant. “care to elaborate?”

“music videos directed by student directors from gotham university, commissioning local artists for album art. dancers, actors, musicians, whatever. all of them have to be from gotham. i don't want any of the money we put into this project leaving this city,” you stated firmly, dana giving you a blank look.

“i like that idea,” hector said, giving you a kind smile before turning to dana, shifting in his seat. the drummer was like a big brother, always backing you up in moments like these. “accessibility to the arts is really limited here and we should change that.”

“i’d rather give back to the city, too,” quinton agreed, playing with the gold cross hanging from his neck. “we’re one of the only groups in gotham known outside of gotham. we should use that as an opportunity to rep our city.”

“it sounds like you have your minds made up on this,” dana narrowed her eyes, letting out a sigh. “it would definitely be good PR.”

“because god forbid we do something out of the kindness of our hearts,” misha laughed, rolling her eyes. “we're trying to put the city on and you're worried about how it makes us look.”

“that's my job, misha. don't you want me to do my job?” dana retorted. “besides, i'm more concerned with the funding. you all don't have disposable income, believe it or not.”

“but i know someone who does,” she said with a singsong tone, giving you a look.

“i hope you're not referring to me,” you deadpanned. your income was far from disposable.

“i’m referring to our good friend, bruce wayne,” she explained, grabbing a business card out of her purse, handing it over to dana. “ever since i got invited to that charity gala, i've had a direct line to a representative with the wayne foundation. i say we ask them to help fund the project.”

“now that could work,” dana admitted, eyeing the card as she tapped her foot. “if we pitch for more youth involvement, it'll probably go over better. we all know how much bruce wayne loves saving the children.”

you frowned at how dana described bruce’s initiatives as a philanthropist. you were sure his motivations for favoring youth projects were good intentioned, considering his parents had been killed when he was just a little boy. you wanted to go into this good intentioned, too and you hoped that they'd agree. they being the wayne foundation and subsequently, bruce himself.

“ty and quinton could do something with forrester. if we’re going for the youth involvement route, i mean,” aly spoke up.

“forrester correctional. our old stomping grounds,” quinton sighed wistfully as he patted tyler on the shoulder. “i think that would be a good idea.”

“they use the arts as an outlet for them, so it could be beneficial for everyone,” tyler nodded. “there are a lot of good kids there. just unfortunate circumstances, that’s all.”

“wasn’t one of bruce’s son’s a troublemaker before he was adopted?” aly continued, not noticing the look you and tyler shared. “i’m sure he’d probably be interested in doing something with them if his son comes from the same background.”

“it’s settled, then. you all keep working on the music. jerry and i will handle the rest. we need this album out before hector and daisy’s wedding,” dana said, grabbing her suitcase.

…

hey, i have your money. did you still want it?

you stared down at the unsent message, your thumb floating over the send arrow. you hadn’t spoken to jason since that night after the race, as per his request. your mind kept wandering back to it, even as time still went on. what happened was scary, to say the least. fun, but scary. you wondered how the hell jason didn’t get the two of you killed. that part, you didn't want to think about too hard. everyone in gotham had their secrets and it was an unspoken rule amongst citizens to not pry. secrets were secrets for a reason. nothing good ever came from unearthing them.

speaking of secrets, you hadn't exactly told tyler and quinton what happened that night. not in detail. you conveniently left out the chase and stopping to get something to eat. omitting the first part was obvious, but the second one was for your own sanity. you didn't need them teasing you over nothing. besides, all that mattered was no one was dead or arrested. and for the way the three of you used to get down, that was a win.

you considered texting jason earlier this week, just to check in on him, but you decided against it. he obviously wanted you to text him and you obviously had to do the opposite. his little mind game wasn’t going to work on you. you pressed send, frowning immediately as you did so.

maybe it already had.

“it’s too many people in this bitch,” dex sighed, the cold of the water bottle you had asked him for against your hand bringing you back to reality. blinking, you were suddenly very aware of the chaos surrounding you in the studio as you put your phone back in your pocket. you looked to your left, where jordy was leaning against the wall and scrolling through his phone. to your right was aly, who was scribbling in her songbook in the chair next to you. you remembered you were supposed to be working, too. “we need a new stu.”

“i’m working on it!” hector hollered from inside the booth as he and daisy were setting up equipment and instruments. you glanced up at the glass in front when you heard his voice, accidentally catching the pair share a little kiss. you quickly averted your gaze, smiling to yourself.

“new stu, new view, what it do?” quinton began to freestyle to a beat he was making on the coffee table in front of him. “off 92, posted up with southside crew.”

“okay,” dex laughed, noddinh his head as he was vibing with the beat, making his way out of your line of sight. you heard someone, presumably tyler, join in and add some depth to the beat. it sounded like he was hitting a pencil against a shot glass.

“i got a new boo, but i’m tryna slide with misha, too,” quinton continued, dex adlibbing in the back as quinton lowered his voice to his signature melodic whisper. “on the low, nobody gotta know.”

“would you shut the fuck up?” you heard misha say, followed by a barrage of muffled smacking noises and verbal objections from quinton, who you assumed was on the receiving end of what sounded like an assault by pillow.

laughing to yourself, you leaned your head in aly’s direction, not fully facing her. “pass me the flash drive?” you held your hand out weakly. once you felt the plastic in your palm, you leaned back over and put it into the computer, pulling up the proper files.

“we’re done back here,” daisy smiled at you, she and hector coming out from the booth.

you clapped your hands together. “wonderful. everybody shut up, please.”

you pulled up the twin’s song and let it play, your eyes fixed on the colorful audio loops on the screen. the green ones were tyler’s vocals, the purple were aly’s. it looked like blue was reserved for instruments and red was any added sound effects or layered sounds.

“you two sound really great,” jordy walked up behind aly’s seat, leaning against it as he swayed his head to the beat.

“thanks. i wrote it with our mother in mind,” aly said, the words coming out of her mouth uncomfortably. you placed your hand on hers and gave it a little squeeze, which earned you a look of appreciation.

“it's missing something, though,” tyler scratched the back of his head. “i need the producer squad to give us some assistance.”

“oh, say less,” dex laughed, snapping his fingers to the beat with one hand and holding his glass of hennessy in the other. he danced his way over, taking aly’s seat as she, tyler and jordy moved to give you all some space.

misha sauntered her way over, sitting against the table and flipping her hair over her shoulder. the smell of her sweet perfume floated in the air around you. “i think it just needs some fluffing up. some snapping might work. more vocal layering in certain spots.”

“i agree,” you nodded, dex letting out a satisfied sigh as he took a sip of his cold drink.

“is it good?” misha asked him teasingly and he took his final swig, letting out a more dramatic and drawn out sigh. this time, though, it was on beat with the song. you were pretty sure it was unintentional on his part, since he and misha just shared a laugh before returning their attention to the screen.

after a moment of pondering, you swiveled around in your chair, looking at tyler. “okay, hear me out…”

…

two weeks of very diligent working between the nine of you had given you a lot to work with for the album. all that was left was to start putting things together. you still had a ways to go, but you had a good starting off point. as much as you hated to admit it, it was a good call on dana’s part to have you all do a group album. the fans seemed to be greatly anticipating the release and the work ethic the nine of you shared was incredible. even in that cramped little studio, you all made it work.

you all agreed to take the day off, but you were still working at some capacity. you had just traded one small space for another, working in your walk-in closet/home studio for the day. you still needed said walk-in to function as a closet, so there were still garment bags pushed up into a corner and shoe boxes haphazardly stacked, surrounding your desk that you had shoved in there. there was just enough space for you to move your chair and safely get out without twisting an ankle, a fate you often flirted with in that room.

in the spirit of your day off, you hadn't done anything too difficult. you were just trying to decide what order you wanted the completed songs to go in. it may seem like an insignificant detail, but the order was important. the transitions between songs couldn't be jarring for the listener. everything had to flow together with natural progression. at this point, it didn't matter since you weren't done with the album, but it was just giving you an idea of how to fill the gaps with future songs.

the sound of your growling stomach indicated that it was time to stop for the day. you quickly saved all your work and headed to the kitchen. you popped some leftovers in the microwave and scrolled on twitter while you waited. the microwave beeped at you, so you set your phone back down and grabbed the bowl, mixing up the contents with your fork. the flash of light coming from your phone got your attention. a text notification.

are you home?

oh, so now he wanted to respond? cute.

despite your annoyance with the situation, you quickly responded with a yes and set the phone back down. you leaned against the counter, eating what little food you had in your reheated bowl. you mixed the contents around with your fork, grumbling. stupid jason and his stupid inability to text back. he could have at least had the decency to leave you on read. he probably didn't even have read receipts on. you weren't sure which was worse. tossing your now empty bowl into the sink, you grabbed your phone to read his next message.

i’ll be over soon.

soon was very vague and you wished that you would've demanded an exact time, but that opportunity had passed by the time you thought about it. you busied yourself with tidying up, trying to make your place look presentable. you even lit your new candle, which you found yourself focusing your attention on while you waited for him to show up. staring at the flame was much more entrancing than you anticipated.

you heard the door buzzer go off. you weren't expecting anyone else, so it had to be him. you leaned against the wall, pressing your finger to the button.

“who goes there?” you presented the question as a joke, but your tone was a little flat.

“it’s the irs,” jason’s voice came through and you buzzed him in.

not too long after, you heard him knock on the door. you cracked it open and the first thing you noticed was his cologne. it was a strong but pleasant scent. spicy and sweet. it was very intoxicating, actually. so much so that you almost forgot you were angry at him.

“hi.”

“hello.”

you opened the door fully and handed the envelope to him. jason eyed it suspiciously. he opened it up and began to count it out in front of you. he made an effort to do it very slow, the sound of the crisp dollars echoing in the quiet hall. his eyes stayed glued to yours as he counted out loud. you leaned against the doorframe as you watched.

“six… seven… eight,” he said, pulling out his wallet and stuffing it with the cash. “thought you would've skimmed some off the top.”

“i should have with how long you made me wait,” you said matter of factly, letting your annoyance be known now.

“i know. i’m sorry,” he sounded honest but you couldn't see it in his face or in his eyes, which was worrisome. it was a nice alternative to listening to a sputter of excuses, though. “let me make it up to you?”

“how do you plan on doing that?”

“i’m so glad you asked,” he smiled. “as it turns out, i've recently come into some money. let me spend it on you?”

“so you like throwing money at your problems?” you asked him. well, you weren't really asking. it was more like you were telling him.

“no,” he said, sounding a little offended. “i just thought-”

“you just thought that throwing money at me would make me forget about the fact that you ignored me for a month.”

“no, no,” he shook his head, sighing in frustration. “listen, i-”

“i really don't wanna hear it,” you said honestly, watching as his frustrated look turned into kicked puppy. you almost felt bad. “i don't like feeling stupid, jason. that's how i feel right now. i want you to make it up to me but you'll have to be a bit more creative than this.”

“you want me to make it up to you?” jason had repeated, confusion on his face.

you poked him harshly in the chest. “you do that or you leave me alone. those are your options. goodbye.”

you shut the door in his face and let out the breath you were holding in. you weren’t sure how jason was going to react to your little ultimatum, but those were your terms. you liked him but you weren’t going to stress over someone you barely knew, especially with your assumptions about him floating around in your head.

“i’ll be right back,” you heard him say through the door, catching you off guard.

“what?”

“don’t go anywhere.”

you didn’t respond but you heard his footsteps getting quieter as he walked down the hall. the elevator ding indicated that he had left. you stood there, confused as to what it was he was trying to do. you were still stewing in your negative emotions, so you went and busied yourself again. you decided the dishes needed washing and got on it right away. in the middle of scrubbing the stubborn sauce stains out of your plate, you heard your door buzzer go off again.

so he did come back after all. interesting.

you buzzed him in like you did before and waited by the door for him. he knocked and when you opened it, you were met with two gifts: a bouquet of pink tulips and a small box of something from the bakery around the corner.

“i shouldn’t have ignored you. it was rude and stupid and i’m sorry. it won’t happen again,” he said to you, holding out the items to you. you hesitantly accepted them, taking the opportunity to look through the plastic opening of the box to see chocolate covered strawberries.

“it better not happen again,” you pouted, looking up at him. you had to appreciate the effort he put in at such short notice. it was a sweet gesture and he actually looked sorry this time.

“it won’t,” he assured you and you smiled.

“i forgive you. but you’re on thin fucking ice,” you reminded him and he grinned at you with a nod.

“i’m going to make it up to you. just you wait,” he said confidently. “not all of us are naturally creative like you, though. you gotta give me some time to think of something else.”

“seems like you’re getting your feet wet with the flower selection,” you noted, taking a whiff of the delicate and fresh scent. they’d look nice on your coffee table.

“lady at the shop said they would convey my sincerest apologies,” he explained, a hopeful look in his eyes. “did it work?”

“for now,” you shrugged, setting the items down on the table next to the door.

“i can accept that.”

“you’re gonna have to because that’s all i’m giving you,” you said firmly. his charm wasn’t going to get him out of this one. not completely. “now go away. i want to eat my berries in peace.”

“i’ll text you as soon as i get the chance,” he told you as you were shutting the door. you peered at him, narrowing your eyes before shutting it again. “i’m serious!”

“goodbye, jason!” you said through the door. you heard his faint farewell as you walked away, plopping on the couch with your dessert in hand.

were you still a little mad at him? yes. but you weren’t going to pass up free stuff, even if you had made all that fuss about the money earlier. at least the gifts had some thought behind them. so long as he held up his end of the deal, you had a feeling being friends with jason wouldn’t be that bad.

hopefully, anyway.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dc x reader #jason todd #red hood

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tiiiimberr · 2 years

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Literature Lunes

Reverse Ninjitsu

Warning curses / mentions of kidnapping (nothing violent I promise)

“Oh my god! Ted, I got her! I got her!”

“Wait seriously? “

“There is no fucking way!”

“She’s been mowing through us like Gerald om Friday night.”

“Don’t bring up Gerald, that motherfucker still owes me thirty bucks.”

Tommy climbed up on the dumpster like a king. “I took her down. You bitches owe me twenty bucks.

“Yeah right,” Jordan said throwing a coke can at the kid. “You still owe me for that cover last week.”

“Ok ok,” Tommy slipped off the garbage can. “The rest of you though..”

“And when did we agree to this?” Ross wasn’t even paying attention to the kid. Her eyes were on the kid. She just moved towards the hero.

“Ted said he would… Wait! Wait! Wait!” Tommy jumped in front of me. “Who said you could touch my kill?!”

“It was a joke Tom-Tom. Something we like to call fuckin’ sarcasm,” Ted said.

“Everyone shut it! This girl isn’t dead, she’s passed out! And we barely defeated her the first time, we are not dealing with this again. Got it!”

Everyone looked at Ross.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Of course ma’am”

“Sorry ma’am”

Ross finished thong tying the superheroes hands together. “Good. Now let’s bounce.”

“We still goin to Mickey’s right.”

Jordan picked up the teenage superhero, and lifted her over his shoulder. “Yes Tommy.”

“And teddy bear is paying,” Tommy sang.

“Fuck. You.”

———

“You sure this is a good idea Jordie?” Ross mumbled as she drove the truck full of evil minion into a Mike’s HamB’s drive thru.

“Rosie-“ Jordan leaned back into his seat. “This is the most fun those kids will have

for the next week. Heck we did stupider stuff when we were their age.”

“We weren’t criminals Jord. That girl could murder us all in 10 seconds.” Ross was still watching the girl as Teddy poked her face.

“She’s a hero rose. That kid ain’t hurtin nobody in here.”

That just made Ross laugh bitterly.

“She isn’t a soldier Rosie,” Jordan said carefully.

“You don’t know that,” Ross gritted out.

Jordan looked at the neon menu sign. “Yes I do.”

Ross looked out the window. There was nothing she could do about it now. The kids were in the backseat drawing a mustache on the sleeping vigilante. She just sighed. “I hope your right.”

“Ross can I buy her chicken nuggets!!!”

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Hey!!! So I completed my third week of weekly writings! I know that this doesn’t have the best ending, but if I waited for the best ending I would never post it.

I really like these characters so I might go back to this story at some point, I hope you enjoy it too.

For anyone who is wondering this story was inspired by the most OSP trope talk on Conservation of Ninjitsu and trying to subvert the trope. Anyway hope you enjoy!!!

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my-beautiful-wylan · 3 years

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Broken

A Kaz Brekker Fanfiction

!! Trigger warning: Su*cide !!

I've been wanting to write a one shot focusing on Kaz's mental health issues, because I think we get so hung up on his physical ailments that we truly don't recognize his trauma. It's a belief of mine that Kaz struggles with a type of undiagnosed depressive disorder, and people with that deserve more attention.

Dirtyhands, the bastard of the barrel, Haskell’s errand boy, demjin… Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. These were the words that were heard on a normal day in Ketterdam. Everyone spread rumors about everything, but Kaz Brekker seemed to be the most interesting topic of conversation. He was an enigma… Something that was far too dark to be allowed to live, but yet he was alive, and he was stealing from merchers or selling something off for a bit of Kruge. He was the monster that parents told their children about, and he was the one thing even the richest in Kerch feared. It was no wonder so many rumors flew regarding him. What in the world could be more interesting than a demon who was walking around Ketterdam like he owned the place.

“I heard that he ripped a man’s arm out of his socket just because he found it fun!” A girl spoke in a hushed voice, her eyes wide with anticipation of her friend’s response. When the boy across from her let his jaw drop, it was evident that he was just as intrigued as she was.

“What?” The boy asked, and anyone in that club would have noticed the sparkle of excitement in his eyes. Everyone in Ketterdam loved a good story, especially one that made them afraid. “Who’s arm?”

“No one knows.” The girl shrugged. “But it probably wasn’t someone who deserved it.”

“Does anyone deserve what Kaz gives them?” He replied, and the girl nodded her head in agreement. For the first time in their conversation, her excitable face clouded over with fear.

“There’s a lot of people in the barrel that are worth avoiding, but no one’s like Kaz. He’s-” She trailed off, shaking her head to emphasize the emotion she was feeling.

The boy locked eyes with the girl. Passerby would have guessed that the two were dating, and they wouldn’t have been wrong. It was rare to find people who were happy in the barrel, but what did you cling to if not to each other? And Kruge, of course… That was the most popular item of demand. “He’s what?” The boy prompted his girlfriend, who seemed to finally realize that she had trailed off.

She lowered her voice, her eyes darting around the club as if she was hoping someone might overhear her. “I don’t know, Jonny. I’m just going to stay as far away from Kaz as possible. There’s something seriously wrong with him. He’s not made right.”

The boy nodded in agreement as the two of them continued to whisper on about the bastard of the barrel, unaware that someone could hear their every word.

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“He’s not made right.” The words spewing from the girl’s mouth seemed to cut a dagger into Kaz’s heart. He wasn’t soft, and normally words like this just rolled right off his back. But it was something about the way she said it. She wouldn’t have cared if he had overheard her… In fact, she seemed like she wanted everyone to know how damaged he was. How absolutely broken.

Kaz heard the rumors… Of course he did. Dirtyhands, the bastard of the barrel, Haskell’s errand boy, demjin… Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. He tried to filter them out of his head… To convince himself that he was so much more than the bastard of the barrel who killed people and ruined reputations just for a bit of Kruge. It ran so much deeper than that. He did it all for Jordie. He had to pay back a debt that he owed to the one person who had truly loved him… The one person he would do anything to get back. Jordie’s death was the reason he was the way he was. He didn’t want to make friends because he was terrified of losing them, not because he hated everyone on this planet. He killed people and stole from the rich because that was the only way he knew how to survive, not because he wanted to be richer than all of the merchers. He never meant to scare anyone, or to make people think he would hurt them just for fun. He was trying to make his way in the world, even if he was finding it harder and harder to keep doing that.

Kaz walked out of the club, no longer able to listen to the young couple talk about how broken he was. He knew he was broken… He didn’t need a Suli seer to tell him that. Normal people didn’t go around stealing and acting like they were the boss around here… Normal people didn’t exact revenge plans on the man who had ruined their life. No… normal people forgave and forgot. Kaz had tried to be normal as a kid. Tried to listen to rules and hope for the best, but that had all ended the day he had had to use his brother’s dead body as a life raft to cross the canal. After that, he had been on the way to becoming the person he was today. The man they called Dirtyhands…

But even if he was hardened, he wasn’t the cruel person they made him out to be. He had reasons for everything he did, and a part of him wondered if it was even worth it anymore. The words and the rumors and the way people treated him as if he was something to be feared. He didn’t show it, but it was eating away at him, and there was nothing left for him to live for.

Look at me now, Jordie… Is this really what you wanted me to become? Kaz clenched his hands into fists, not for the first time wishing that he was happy. He didn’t know what it was like to be truly happy… The only recollection he had of that particular emotion was when he was a small child. Those days were long gone, and the boy that had replaced that child was someone who the entire city of Ketterdam was afraid of. There was no part of him that wasn’t broken, and every single day Kaz tried to pick up the pieces of himself, but it was getting increasingly harder and harder to do so.

Why do I even try? The thought was pulsating in Kaz’s brain, and in that moment, death had never sounded more appealing. Why not? I have nothing left to live for. The thought seemed to make up his mind. The boy they called Dirtyhands made his way to the canal, watching as the water churned violently on this stormy night. It would be easy for him to drown, and what better way to go then the way his brother did.

The dark thoughts swirled through his head on repeat, each one causing him to be more compelled to jump. Would there be anyone out there who would even care if he was gone? Would anyone wish him goodbye or cry for him? Dirtyhands, the bastard of the barrel, Haskell’s errand boy, demjin… Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. Those were the words that defined him now. A broken boy from the barrel who could never become something more. Kaz closed his eyes, letting the self-deprecating thoughts swarm in his mind like a murder of crows.

I’m sorry, Jordie. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough. I just can’t do this anymore. Kaz took one deep breath… The last breath he would take in this world. He threw down his cane, walking closer to the water, and he took-

“Kaz?” A confused voice put Kaz’s plans to an end. He wanted to curse whoever had stopped him from freeing himself, but he was going to keep the vile words in his mouth instead.

“What?” He intended to sound annoyed, but he realized he just sounded tired. As if he had spent too much time fighting the world, and the world had always won.

“What are you doing out here alone?” The voice was familiar, and it was only when the person came into the dim light that Kaz saw who it was. Wylan was the demolitions expert he had hired for the Dregs, and the boy had a wide-eyed innocence that no one else in the barrel possessed. Kaz highly doubted that he had any idea what was going on here.

“Wylan, go back to the slat.” Kaz commanded, trying to sound more demanding. He was at his weakest right now, and he didn’t need some mercher’s kid to know that.

“You were about to kill yourself, weren’t you?” Wylan’s voice was soft and full of understanding, and for once in his life, Kaz was taken by surprise. He locked eyes with Wylan’s sapphire ones and saw something there that he hadn’t seen before. There was a deep rooted pain behind Wylan’s eyes that betrayed years of suffering and trauma, but what could have caused a mercher’s kid that much pain? Luckily, Kaz didn’t have to ask, because Wylan spoke before he got another chance. “My father… He- He wasn’t kind to me. He didn’t treat me right, and I think that caused me to hate myself. I’ve been in your exact position before. I was going to do it too, because it sounds so appealing. You won’t have to suffer anymore, and you’ll be free of whatever is troubling you in this life. Trust me… I know. But you have to try. It’s hard and it sounds impossible but maybe there’s a chance of things getting better.”

“Why?” Kaz asked, bitterness creeping into his broken voice. “No one’s going to care if I’m gone.”He expected Wylan to sugarcoat things and say that there were people out there who cared… That HE cared, but that type of response would only cause him to feel worse, because he knew Wylan would be lying.

“No one would care if I left either.” Wylan shrugged, walking up to the Kaz and sitting on the rough cobblestone that lined the city. “But what keeps me going is the thought that maybe someday someone out there will care. And if we leave now, we might miss out on that.”

Kaz looked at Wylan… Really looked at him. He must have been through a lot, and somehow, Kaz believed that if anyone knew what it was like to be ridiculed and talked about behind their back… It was Wylan. He had a feeling the two of them had more in common than they’d ever let on. “Thanks.” Kaz never thanked anyone. He made it his goal to accomplish everything on his own, but if it weren’t for the ginger-haired boy next to him, he never would have accomplished anything else besides his own death.

Wylan looked astounded at his words, and Kaz made it a goal to be nicer to him in the future. It was obvious that his pain ran deeper than he would have guessed. “You’re welcome. I’m just glad you’re ok now. It’s hard to keep living sometimes, but surviving is maybe the bravest thing you’ll ever do.”

Kaz thought over Wylan’s words as he admired his surroundings. Ketterdam was a dangerous place full of rumors and lies and hurt, but it was home. It had been home to him and Jordie, and he wanted to make sure it stayed that way. Dirtyhands, the bastard of the barrel, Haskell’s errand boy, demjin… Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. Kaz would always hear those names, but maybe there was more to him then the broken pieces of a boy who had lost everything. Sometimes the bravest thing I can do is keep living. And that has to be enough.

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harrysweasleys · 4 years

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Fight Your Battles

Summary: Draco Malfoy is sick of watching Y/N deal with Pansy’s verbal assault.

Warnings: language, bullying

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: sorry this took so long! I’m starting work up again and so I’ve been busy but here it is! also gif is from google so credit to the owner :)

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As Potions class drew to an end, Y/N let out a relieved sigh. Snape had given her a perfect score on her potion which she had quite proudly completed by herself. Her usual partner, a Hufflepuff by the name of Jordie, hadn’t shown up to class so the fact that she had successfully completed it by herself had been quite the accomplishment.

“Thank you, professor,” she grinned at him as he stalked off, cape flowing behind him.

“Such a suck up,” a voice snarled from the back of the class.

Pansy Parkinson, who was paired up Vincent Crabbe, has always had a strong distaste towards Y/N. From the moment they first met on the train to Hogwarts, Y/N knew Pansy was going to be someone she’d want to avoid.

Despite being in fourth year, Y/N hadn’t made an overwhelming amount of friends here either, so Pansy’s taunting felt even worse. But there was no way she was going to let her know that.

She excused herself, handed in her written assignment, and made her way out of the class, ignoring Pansy calling her names as she made her way out of the door and into the looming dungeon hallway.

At the end of the hall, she noticed a platinum blond figure leaning up against a pillar, arms crossed and a deep scowl etched on his face.

“Terrorizing first years now, are you?” she approached him with a grin, “You should know better by now, Draco.”

Draco Malfoy was amongst one of the only friends she really had. She was just as surprised as anyone, she had hated his guts in their first year. But, after being paired up in Divination and reading each other’s palms in third year, the two became somewhat close, and that bond only grew throughout the year.

“I wouldn’t call it terrorizing as much as showing them who not to mess with,” he replied cooly.

“Ah, yes, and that would be you, I assume?” a smirk played on her lips as she leaned against the wall next to him. He was a few inches taller than her, and she used it to her advantage, leaning her head lightly against his shoulder.

“Well of course,” he grinned at her, adjusting his body so he could turn to face her, “Did you give Snape the assignment for me?”

She nodded. Draco had managed to convince Snape to give him the lesson off after suffering a bludger accident in the last Quidditch match. Yes, Madam Pomfrey had fixed him up in a heartbeat. And yes, Draco was being dramatic and making the injury last way longer than it actually had.

“Course I did. You still have to do the next homework assignment, though. Your fingers are healed so don’t even try to complain,” she held her finger up against her lip to shush him, but she didn’t need to as his reply was cut off by Pansy making herself known.

“Well, Y/N, you surely made an impression in that class,” Pansy spoke lowly, arms crossed against her chest.

“Thanks?” Y/N replied, not sure how to take what she had just said.

But Pansy’s eyes drifted to Draco, a look of awestruck admiration falling over her stern face, “Draco, would you like to accompany me to lunch? I’d make a better person to talk to then... well, her.”

Draco looked between Pansy, who wore a look of pure confidence, and Y/N, who slunk back with her shoulders slouched, her previous smile wiped away.

“Why are you even debating this? It’s an easy answer,” Pansy smirked, holding out her hand for Draco to take as if she were some sort of royal, “What would your father say if he saw you associating with someone like her anyways? Dirty, blood traitor.”

“Shut up,” Draco found his voice, his shoulders broader than before as he stepped between Y/N and Pansy, “You have no right to go around talking to people like that.”

Y/N’s quiet voice caught Draco’s attention, “Draco, it’s fine. You two have a nice lunch. I’m just going to go... I have to meet Stella in the library.”

Yes, Stella was a real person — one of her only friends — but she wasn’t waiting for her in the library. Y/N had just found the quickest escape excuse.

“Y/N, wait—,” she heard Draco shouting her name but she rushed out of sight before he could catch up with her. She knew he’d much rather be with Parkinson anyways. She was his family friend, his parents adored her, and she was exactly what a Slytherin girl should be. Strong, ruthless, cunning, sneaky. Whereas on the other hand, Y/N was quiet, soft spoken, timid, and used her brains instead of her wits and strength. She often wondered why the hat placed her in Slytherin in the first place. It was still an unsolved mystery.

As she reached the library, she turned down the long aisle and reached a secluded table next to a window where she couldn’t hear nor see anyone. She sat here for a decent amount of time, enjoying the view of the Hogwarts grounds bathing in spring sunlight and all the students outside enjoying their breaks. She was awfully tempted to go outdoors and enjoy it as well, but she resisted the urges and sat peacefully in the library, giggling every time a student was told to be quiet.

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After dinner, the Slytherin common room was Y/N’s favourite place to be. The cracking flames warmed her body and the sleek green velvet couch was calling her name as she sat, chatting absentmindedly with Stella.

“You should have seen Macmillans’s face! Once again, I left him speechless,” Stella threw her head back in laughter as she told the story of how she was caught once again by the Hufflepuff prefect lurking a corridor she shouldn’t have been in.

“That’s the eight time this week he’s caught you,” Y/N chuckled, “You sure you’re not doing this on purpose to catch his attention? It always seems to be him.”

Stella’s wars went pink, “What? Me? Ernie? Are you out of your socks, woman?”

Y/N smirked, leaning back and letting the flames warm her toes through her thick wool socks, “Am I? It seems fishy to me, Stel. But who am I to say anything? I’m only your best friend.”

Stella furrowed her eyebrows, “He’s a Hufflepuff, Y/N. They’re too soft for me anyways. Besides, isn’t he seeing that Ravenclaw girl?”

Y/N detected a hint of sadness in her friend’s voice before replying, “How would I know? You’re better than her anyways. Go after him. Chase him down and you two can cause all the trouble in the world together.”

Stella’s grin faltered as she looked behind Y/N, “Oh, lord. Don’t look now but the woman of many words just entered.”

Y/N chuckled, “The woman of many words? Is that what you’re calling her now? What happened to just plain old snobby bitch— oh, hi Pansy.”

Pansy was standing behind Y/N, arms crossed and the permanent scowl still on her face. She seemed somewhat even more menacing with the dull fire cascading flickering shadows over her scrunched up face.

“Oh, hi! Almost didn’t notice you there, but the smell of your impure blood wafted into my face from across the room,” she made a grimace as if smelling something horrendous. The girl next to Pansy giggled at the comment.

“You sure that wasn’t just the smell of you?” Y/N muttered, “You do smell pretty awful. Ever heard of a shower?”

Pansy’s smirk was wiped off her face and her eyes glared down at Y/N, a fiery anger burning within them as she was prepared to snap.

“How dare you,” she growled and started reaching for her wand, but was cut off by a shout of her name from across the room. Draco Malfoy came rushing down the stone stairs from the dormitories, arms crossed against his silk robe and glaring daggers at the dark haired girl standing over Y/N.

“Parkinson, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked cooly, his voice much calmer than what his body language was giving off. He was tense pretty much every hour of the day, but Y/N had never seen him like this.

“Nothing!” she smiled sweetly, taking her hand away from her wand and placing it on her hip casually as if she had never threatened anyone, “Just having a nice chat with my pal here, right Y/N?”

Y/N scoffed, looking between Draco and Pansy, “The day I call you a ‘pal’ is gonna be the day Snape hugs Potter.”

Stella chuckled next to her, but Pansy’s glare didn’t dissipate. Draco walked over to her, towering and looking furious, but Y/N stood up and walked over to him, cutting him short from what he was about to say.

“It’s ok, I’m off to bed anyways,” she said quietly, bidding him a goodnight. She was sick and tired of dealing with Pansy Parkinson and her stupid superiority. Yes, she had the courage to talk back to her, but she had never once actually stood up for herself. She knew the drama that came with public arguments like that and just didn’t feel like dealing with it. So she just didn’t.

“No, hold up,” Draco places his hand gently to her wrist and brought her closer to him, turning his attention back to Pansy once more, “Listen to me and listen well, Parkinson. I am sick and tired of the way you think you’re better than everyone else. And that’s coming from me.”

Y/N sat there quietly, letting him speak. She knew that Draco had often been a witness to Pansy’s verbal abuse, but she had never actually seen him stand up for her.

“Now, I’ve sat back quietly because your family and my family are tightly knit and my father would be furious if he knew I was telling off the Parkinson’s daughter, but I am not going to sit back any longer while you talk down to Y/N, who by the way, is a million times better than the person you’ll ever be.”

Y/N stared at him, speechless. Draco was breathing rather quickly, his chest rapidly moving up and down and his body heat noticeable. She had never been stood up for like this before. Continuing to ignore the stares from then students across the common room, who had all stopped whatever they were doing to watch the encounter go down, she focused all her attention on Draco and gave him a gentle smile.

“You’re not seriously siding with her, are you?” All the smugness on Pansy’s face was gone. Her cheeks had turned a light pink and the fury in her eyes had grown exponentially once she had been told off by Draco.

“I am. And I’m not ashamed of it.” Draco wrapped his arm around Y/N, “She’s my best friend. Someone I care about.” Stella pretended to be offended at Draco calling Y/N his best friend, but she knew about the strong bond that had formed between the two and didn’t say a word.

Draco turned to face Y/N, who was still sitting there, speechless, “I’m sorry I didn’t stick up for you earlier. It was pretty foolish of me, but I’m here for you. Always will be.”

“Oh— it’s — it’s fine, I should have stood up for myself. I can’t have you fight my battles for me,” Y/N muttered so only Draco could hear her. She learned into his touch and he let out a sigh, pulling her into a hug. She let him wrap his arms tightly around her waist as her head fell to his shoulder, his body enclosing around her like a protective shield. She was lucky enough to see this side of him, the caring, gentle side that he was too proud to show anyone other than her.

“You don’t have to fight your battles alone, though,” he whispered into her ear, ignoring Pansy’s strangled cry as she rushed out of the room cussing everyone in sight out of humiliation.

“I guess not,” Y/N grinned, pulling away, “Thanks, Draco.”

As she stared up at him, his face much softer now that he was looking at her instead, it was as if she was seeing him in a totally different light. He had stood up for her, not ashamed at all of the way he admitted how much he cared.

As he smiled, she felt herself feeling truly comfortable. And for once, maybe things would start to get better.

#draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy one shots #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy reader insert

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low-budget-korra · 3 years

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Comments on The L Word generation Q s02e10

-For the way Alice describe, even i want go on that rehab. But seriously now, the thing about addicted people is that they don't see themselves as much.

Shit is hard

-Alarming News: Tibette die in scream every time Pippa and Bette have a cute scene together

Nevermind, wtf Pippa? Sex with Bette Porter is one thing but be someone who Bette Porter feel comfortable to be cute with, now that's special.

-Jordi is being great seriously.

-Shess and Gini are the best ships from GenQ. By the way, did you guys see that Jamie (Tess) is going to portrait Pinhead in the new Hellraiser movie? That's dope

-Listen if the thing with Tess mom is the thing that will break Tess and Shane i will be sad. Not pissed tho, just sad. Because it's just sad. And let's be real distance relationship is not for everyone

-Yeah Alice, that sucks

-Alice and Shane are Tibette

-Damn, Dani's Father is such a trash. Dani needs to get free from her father.

Gigi defending her. But this will backfire isn't it?

-Yes Sophie, she really cares about you. Sadly you didn't see that earlier.

Sophie if you wanna look to the garbage, just look at the mirror.

Look at this shit, she make Finley go back to drink, and now she is blaming Finley for the fights she, Sophie, started and for everything. And when gets too difficult she leaves, she did the same with Dani in season 1.

Sophie only really cared about herself. Jenny is a sweetheart angel compared to Sophie. Sophie is literally the embodiment of everything I don't wanna find in a girlfriend.

-Yess Dani.

-Alice and Tom are so sweet.

-Two person who love each other but can't be together, that's s fucking sad

-Omg Bette. Damn here it goes

No, Tina you bring that back up, you asked that. I'm with Bette in this one.

Carrie I'm sorry but fight with you fiancee, she was the one that was jealous with Bette and Pippa and she asked that question.

Now wtf Carrie got to fucking therapy, because if you are that insecure you will never be able to have a good relationship.

-And here we go again. Sophie onde again pressed the buttons and Finley run to the alcohol because her girlfriend isn't there to be the bare minimum of a decent person.

-I really hope Finley not only go to rehab but also meet a wonderful person there or something, someone who actually cares about her and love her back.

-Damn, Bette lost everything on the emotional side this season.

What a nice mother and daughter scene

-I Like Pippa but she just don't likes conversation. She assumes one thing and them leave without letting the other people explain. How can any relationship evolve without communication

-No Finley she wont be. Don't count on that

-I New that would backfire. Her father put the blame on her didn't he?

-AAAAAAA OMG. I can't believe they ended up like that wtf aaaaa

#the l word #the l word generation q #the l word gen q #bette porter #dani nunez #sarah finley #alice pieszecki #shane mccutcheon #gigi ghorbanj #sophie suarez #tina kennard

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I'm literally so happy that people like the Nanami flowershop fic so much. This brainrot has been sitting rent free in my mind and my heart for a while but I never thought about it more until a few days ago when it hit me again. It's one of the best brainrots I ever had, and you're written it so perfectly. No wonder people are asking for more LUL, but seriously write whoever you want and let me know IMMEDIATELY if you get any hate, cause DAMN NANAMI WOULD BE DISAPPOINTED IN YALL FOR HATING ON JORDIE FOR NOT WRITING CERTAIN CHARACTERS

~ Nanami flowershop anon

NO ONES SENT ME HATE ABT IT I PROMISE I JUST DONT WANNA LET ANYONE DOWN I WANNA MAKE PEOPLE HAPPY ONLYYY

#jordie says stuff #nanami flowershop anon

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heard you're having a bad night so tell me all your feelings about kaz and inej

thank you lulu 💞

i have so. many. feelings. about kaz & inej. i’m gonna put it under the cut because i know this post is about to get long

tl;dr: kaz & inej’s dynamic is one of the most interesting and one of the best i have ever seen. seriously, they’re one of top ships now. no one is doing it like them, they are the moment!!!

my first impression of them was from the show (i didn’t read the six of crows books until after the show) and the minute kaz said she’s one of a kind and that no one is like her, i was drawn to their dynamic. that whole scene is general was quite the introduction to their dynamic, especially with the window and how kaz turned around and then turned back to the mirror and without turning around again, he knew inej was behind him (“it was as if once kaz had seen her, he’d understood how to keep seeing her.”) and it was just a wonderful introduction to their dynamic and to inej’s character and it shows why she’s called the wraith

episode 2, kaz says inej refuses to kill and we actually see that!! we see her struggling to kill the conductor. and it’s because of how devoted she is to her faith. BUT THEN IN EPISODE 5, SHE KILLS FOR THE FIRST TIME. IN A CHAPEL. TO SAVE KAZ’S LIFE.

THIS BRINGS ME TO THAT ONE FREDDY AND AMITA INTERVIEW where amita talks about inej’s struggle to kill & how her first kill is important to both inej’s character arc and kaz & inej’s relationship. she basically said that to inej, kaz was worth saving, worth the kill. and freddy talks about how kaz has wanted to believe that inej could be his right hand woman, that she can kill if needed, but if she can’t do it, she can’t do it. BUT THEN SHE DOES KILL AND IT’S FOR TO SAVE KAZ’S LIFE!!!!! it’s such an important and defining moment for their dynamic, and it’s also so defining for inej’s character cause now she has this internal struggle. she’s so devoted to her faith and the saints, but she committed this awful sin and how does she reconcile with that? she didn’t want to kill, but the circumstances forced her to, and that dilemma sets up such a key struggle inej deals with in the books, and i hope it’s explored more in the show.

okay so let’s talk about kaz for a second. prior to episode 5, he wanted to believe that inej could be his right hand woman (as freddy puts it) and he’s not sure if she’ll be able to fulfill that role. he’s still learning to trust her at this point. AND WHAT DOES HE DO? HE PUTS UP THE CROW CLUB AS COLLATERAL SO EVEN IF THE HEIST FAILS, INEJ COULD BE FREE FROM TANTE HELEEN AND THE MENAGERIE. he knows how much inej wants her freedom, so he puts up the one thing, the ONLY thing, he has to offer in order for inej to get her freedom either way. essentially, he risked it all for inej, not even sure if she’ll be able to fulfill the role he needs her to fulfill. BUT SHE DOES FULFILL THAT ROLE. SHE SAVES HIS LIFE. SHE TAKES A LIFE TO SPARE HIS. and in episode 5, when inej is like “i... i killed him.”, kaz tells her to look at him and tells her “you saved my life.” and i feel like this is something they both need to hear. for kaz, it’s a sign that he can fully trust inej now. for inej, it serves as a reason for taking a life; it’s almost like a justification: she killed to save kaz’s life

ik this post is getting way too long and i have like a million more thoughts because i haven’t even talked about them in the books but there is one more thing i wanna add: kaz and inej are opposites when it comes to their mentality and mindset, and they shouldn’t be attracted to one another, but THEY ARE.

kaz is almost an embodiment of everything inej hates. he’s greedy, selfish, he only does things if there’s something in it for him, something he can gain. he’s ruthless and vengeful. he’s able to kill without hesitation or second thoughts. and yet, inej finds herself having feelings for him. and i think this is because inej still manages to see the good and has a heart of gold. she knows kaz is all these bad things, but he’s still the boy who saved her from a terrible and awful situation. (“for all his selfishness and cruelty, kaz was still the boy who had saved her. she wanted to believe he was worth saving, too.”)

and kaz is not hopeful like inej is. he’s more practical and realistic. he tends to see the worse more than the good. he literally got the name “dirtyhands” because there’s no sin who won’t commit for the right price. but yet, he has these deep feelings for inej. inej, who is devoted to her faith, sees the good, has a heart of gold. she’s like an embodiment of everything kaz had to get rid of to survive. he couldn’t see the good when jordie died. he couldn’t be this idealist that inej is when he was fending for himself on the streets. he was forced to become this twisted and cruel person, and he knows that he’s everything inej doesn’t like. (“He needed to tell her … what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near.”)

anyways, i have so many thoughts about them and i barely scratched the surface, but i think this is a good place to stop

#lulu... i am. so sorry.#this was a much needed distraction #it helped me take my mind off of things #but still. so sorry.#asks #lulu tag

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STORY NOTES [akafuri] : By The Next Sunrise

Because I had sooooo much fun doing this with a friend (@miss-cactus) :] (also being the first collab' work that's posted) and had a lot of messy notes and drafts, it's just so precious to me not to ramble about it >w< also plenty of fun times in just 2 and half months despite life biting my ass at the same time, totally my stress relief lol. Also, this story really isn't just some cheesy stuff for the sake of romance. It's genuine love (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ω˂̣̣̥)੭ु⁾⁾

Read the story here in AO3 Summary: On the way to his brother’s house, the spring showers had begun again. With an open palm, he let it collect the cold showers and let it flow out from the cups of his palm. They were chilly despite the warming sun, he looked up at the sky, and wondered what the rain would be like in other parts of the world. Furihata smiled. He would find out. Perhaps by one of the next sunrises.

.☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ. Rambles undercut ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ .☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ.☆ﾟ.

FIRSTLY, @miss-cactus has all my gratitude ♡(ŐωŐ人) without her; AkaFuri will be stranded in France LOL! Seriously, I'll just dump them in some random village in France and just maybe not even finish this story at all even. The time she took to find me a place, translate, edits and also judging me for my description of the place LOL yep... total life saver. With her help it really motivated and inspired me a lot! She's the oil to my car............. you get the idea :] .

BONUS, she's also a translator and translated many amazing works, basically a deity, breathing life back into them. Also, she has original works too :D check 'em out, it's cute! It's in French, but they're easily translated, she's that good! (๑>◡<๑) her AO3

WEIRD FACT, I also had a short break up with my boyfriend of 7 years while writing this. LOL. I was so upset but I got motivated by the similarities, that when he asked for us back I was like 'But-but the similarities though!' but I love him....bleeegh. So I said yes, and we're better than before. YAY!

๑ Story Base ๑ The idea popped when I was listening to 'The sun after washed by spring rain' by Wang Lee Hom on a rainy day on my day off, and florist Akashi just looks so beautiful lol and the rest just came up.... and I really wanted this vibe for AkaFuri something incredibly soft and warm~ just cozy >w< huehue~

This story sets in Spring, spring here, spring there~ Spring is the breath of new life, basically Furi's story lol.

I was also aiming for this story to be short and a bit poetic...... LOL then 11k words later I just gave up and was like: well, if AkaFuri wanna romance then who are we to say no? (Akashi will shave my hair in my sleep lol)

๑ Playlist ๑ Play on Youtube The playlist is by order according to each part within the story. I really love to ramble about this since music is my inspiration for a lot of things and the vibe of the whole premise, section of their development and perspectives.

☆ 11 : 11 by Taeyeon Introducing Furihata's little sob lol and Furi's perspective. After Furihata breaks up with his girlfriend (who again, have no significant in his life what so ever), he goes through the phase on moving forward. It really isn't him moving forward with his feelings for her though, it's just him moving forward from the familiarity of being with her in his life. With her gone, he finally reconnects with who he is, like in this passage : "However, somehow with just a fling of his bag onto the island top threw him years back. He has not always been this tidy and clean." Furihata had basically lived his life to accommodate to those around him. (I wanna stress that Furi wasn't forced into a relationship or was it abusive. It was just a relationship with someone whom Furi had no infatuation for. It just so happens she wanted to date him after the wintercup, and Furi is just like 'yea ok?' but really he didn't exactly thought it through.)

So this is where Furihata moves on from the familiarity. He cries because they dated lol, but really he's just confuse.

☆ The Sun After Washed By Spring Rain by Wang Lee Hom Exactly one year after Furi's break-up. The source of this story idea lol. Also, Furi's perspective. The title and the song is literally what it meant; the sun after the spring rain which brings in new beginnings. I present you, this passage of the story: "Instead, with an open palm, he let it collect the cold showers and let it flow out from the cups of his palm. They were chilly despite the warming sun, he looked up at the sky, and wondered what the rain would be like in other parts of the world."

☆ Reunite by Jordie Power I present you, when Akashi appeared and Furihata's crush on Akashi just awakened and go haywire LOL! In this AU, Furihata has genuine feelings for Akashi. They were long time friends, and there were even a few emphasis of their friendship through high school but because Furihata has a girlfriend and Akashi respected that (although most times, in my brain, is just Akashi crying to Kuroko LOL!)

☆ Passage by Miyano Mamoru Furihata and Akashi's similarities. The song is basically about finding yourself as you age, the experiences you go through as you age (i'm 27 and i'm still confuse lol) Even though this story focuses on Furihata a lot and little less on Akashi except for little hints here and there, Akashi was just as lost as Furihata.

Random thought (as I type this), my boyfriend had told me this before "Even though we don't need each other, and do well on our own. We have friends but it's so different. Is just something different to have someone you love around, so to an extend, I really do need you and to share everything with you, it really makes me happy." it really is something different to have someone by your side especially when you found someone. (p/s: you definitely don't need to be in a relationship to feel complete. you complete yourself okay? :3) Furi and Akashi have been in-love since high-school, they have accomplished a lot on their own but in a passage, they both felt lost and felt like something was 'empty' that was because they were still in-love, and they met each other and truly want to spend their life together and share everything.

☆ Moonlight by Miyano Mamoru Mmmmmm~ the juice. This is Akashi's perspective when he wants to romance Furihata (∗ᵕ̴᷄◡ᵕ̴᷅∗)՞ and of course, sneakily confesses to him. OH MY GOODNESS! THIS IS LITERALLY THE PART THAT I'VE BEEN DYING FOR! and wrote it sooooo many times. I wanted it steamy and a little desperate after their long pent-up-frustration unprofessed love, without making it 'explicit' kind of way. So I hope I captured it right lolol.

☆ Make Me Love You by Taeyeon Furihata's feelings towards Akashi. I was pondering on a song that would fit Furihata's pull towards Akashi and how Akashi makes him feel every time. No other songs seems to feel like then I was randomly humming to this song while I was working and this is perfect! Also, a wonderful vibe.

I think it has been emphasised a lot on how Furihata reacts to Akashi, how he blushes like crazy, how he also subconsciously wants Akashi to make him fall in love with him. Because deep down, as again, Furihata genuinely loves Akashi but he was never daring enough to do it and since Akashi had never showed any indication, so Akashi had to confess in order for Furihata to be brave enough to smack their lips together to confess too.

☆ Je Fais De Toi Mon Essentiel by Emmanuel Moire Infinitely bless @miss-cactus (and her naughty brother lol) for this! This is song is seriously sooooo beautiful ;w; I don't care if reader's don't listen to the playlist, but OH MY GOD! If nobody had listened to this, is seriously missing out. (just as a song in general is beautiful) and the lyrics are just akjsfhakjsfhaf AKASHI'S WORDS! In Akashi's perspective and the song that Akashi sang to when they were in the car, and Cactus chose the perfect line for it ;w;

This song basically concludes everything!!! From their feelings for each other since high-school and all the way until the day they die! It's basically everything I wanted this story to be about, just their pure love for one another and to share their happiness together ;w;

Also, I want to point out in regards of Furihata's decision on staying in France. It's really not just a spontaneous and reckless decision lol. As stated and shown in the story, Furihata is somewhat a successful person with a career, but Furihata has other passion and interest which he seemed to enjoy doing which is photography and Akashi notices this. Even though with a career, at a time some will have a change of heart. So if Furi wants to stay in France with Akashi, he has thought it through enough, and can afford to even live by even without Akashi's money lolol. ๑ Premises ๑ Cactus, without her, AkaFuri will be hobos. I . AM . NOT . KIDDING ! She just whip out the map of France and pin point me to everything! I didn't ask for that but her soul is made from angel clay and she showed me this beautiful town, and I am floored! I didn't feel that much motivation and inspiration before o(≧∇≦o)

So why not Paris? XD 1, I didn't want Paris, I wanted a natural, country/cottage vibe and not the city. 2, proven by Cactus, "actual paris : if you want a cup of coffee you have to give up your wife and your 2 children bc it's way too expensive" (XD actually there's more but those parts are only between us lol) 3, I want to pull Akashi from his usual portrayal of rich and luxurious life style. I mean.... he's still rich, just not lavish in that lifestyle. In here, Akashi's basically bare as a canvas, and painting it on his own. 4, I google mapped Paris.... and if anything, Akashi and Furihata will probably get run over by traffic LOLOL! 5, we hate the crowds lolol and we'd do anything to drown the citizens for AkaFuri to be alone. I'm not even gonna be discreet about this xD.

☆ Mornac-Sur-Seudre This main village, is the most beautiful town picked by Cactus. It's not so 'in the face' although not so splashed in a lot of colours (except for the oyster huts), it is a very vibrant village. We totally fell in love with it. It's quiet, and not a lot of villagers, so it's perfect for AkaFuri to have their stroll hand in hand (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) They're also very famous for their oysters LOL! So yeah..... Akashi fed Furi oysters.... because....it's yummy.... LOL! Video reference here. There's another beautiful video but I can't find it no more. ;; Other references; here, here and here.

☆ Seagull Train Furihata loves train (and so do I) and since the train exists here! WHY THE HELL NOT?! I really love writing this part! I fell in love with the department Cactus picked and everything was so perfect and beautiful. Pictures and videos of it was just so breath taking ;w; and it's a steam train! I've never ride one before, but I have been into exhibits in the train museum. The smell is amazing lol. It's like sniffing my humidifier......but bigger.

This is the train I had saw mostly from it. the 030 T 3 from 1891. It's still operational so choo-choo!!! they go!

Video reference ; here Train reference; here, here Other references; here, here, here and here.

☆ Saintes & Royan These two towns are what's closest to Mornac. I didn't have much on Royan because Saintes had a beautiful charm, so this is where they would have their wonderful date <3 and talk a little bit about their feelings.

Cactus correcting me on the description on the city as I just woke up from my sleep, is seriously a way to wake up in the morning at 5am XD LOLOL!!

There's a few churches too, and has an interesting history from the Roman empire :D really intriguing.

The bridge where they have their little confession in high-school (◡‿◡✿)

This video here, absolutely pretty!

☆ Akashi's Floristry; Fleurs d’acacia Cactus picked out the most beautiful name! "So either L’acacia (just the tree) or Fleurs d’acacia (acacia flowers)" The Acacia because it rhymes with Akashi's name : Aca - as in 'Aka' in Akashi. Ci - as in sea...because they're near the ocean. A - as in....... h(a)m because Cactus said so... and I can't even disagree because it's where Furi getting some of those..... meat....because Akashi's ham.....like his meat.......y'know..... We're very dignified ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)

The design of Akashi's 3 story shop/studio/apartment..... I really don't have any reference, it's all in the head LOLOL! Akashi basically lives in simplicity, his shop all on the ground floor, and the second floor is his art studio where paints and do whatever he wants. Finally the third floor is where he stays, it was wasn't very detailed but it's very spacious and cozy >w<!

☆ The Drive-in theatre Bruuuuuh......the confession is the thing! Akashi sneaking in his opportunity to confess. What more is there need to be said? AkaFuri : mlemlemlemlemlemlemlemlem~

Ohh~ Akashi's pretty Bentley of course.

☆ The Landes The finale of their romance ❀.(*´◡`*)❀. I think we all know what a Volkswagen van looks like LOL! And they had the funky in the van and Akashi took Jean's advice with the bamboo charcoal.

Cactus showed this pretty place and I'm just ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Of course I'd really like to say it again. Furihata's decision to stay with Akashi was really not for the sake of a 'happy ending' or so. They've had deep feelings for each other since high-school and bonded closely, but Akashi didn't show any indication of romantic interest out of respect for Furihata's relationship, and Furihata knowing nothing about Akashi's mutual feelings just kept his feelings to himself. As told by the story, Furihata has a career and stable income. But even though his life is dandy in Tokyo with his job, that doesn't mean it's something he wants to keep pursuing or maintain, as we age, we search for something else to add into our experience. Not to say that we're forever unsatisfied, it's just how life is. We accomplish something, and we move on to another thing, and then another and another. It's really something beautiful about it, and life's just us exploring :] In Akashi and Furihata's case, is that they've already have what they wanted, a life of their own, choosing their own path and what they don't have was each other and now that they've bonded and opened up themselves, they can finally pursue another beautiful life together (>*^▽^*<)

๑ Book, Night on the Galactic Railway by Kenji Miyaza ๑ This is a real book. Also, my favourite! There is an anime as well, but if anyone wants the PDF feel free to drop me a DM and I'll give it to ya'.

In here, the story of the galactic railway impacted their lives a little bit differently. With Akashi the loss of his mother and Furihata to live the last adventure before death.

It is shown they have extreme love for this book, and it really is a beautiful book and there's just endless things to talk about, as it is place in an infinite travel of the train through the galaxy, meeting new people, seeing new things, the mysteries of stories and making meaningful relationship despite never being able to see them again.

The sentiment of Giovanni and Campanella is also similar to Akashi and Furihata. Before anything else, they want to have their adventure together before eventually parting their ways (and i really mean, until death do them apart.)

๑ Other Juices ๑ There some nitty stuff that aren't just there for show xD Well, kind of but there's some sentiments and stuff so...

☆ The Sunflower Maybe because I'm bias to sunflowers LOL! But Furihata is pretty with yellow! Sunflowers with darker brown florets are absolutely beautiful. The pendent I had in mind was literally the one I had when I was a kid (but I donno it's gone now lol). I googled other sunflower pendent but it's ugleh...

It associates with the theme of this story which is 'Sunrise' as in new beginnings, Furihata's fresh start to pursuing the person he actually loves.

Sunflowers also grow towards the sun. They radiate pure joy and positivity. They also symbolise unwavering faith and unconditional love; which is AkaFuri's undying love here despite the years.

Sunflowers are also given to show their deepest to the person, so Akashi gift him a sunflower :3 also because Furi looks pretty in yellow, fight me.

In chinese myth, sunflower are best for business... So with Furi around, Akashi's business will bloom LOLOL!

Funfact: In greek myth, a nymph named Clytie fell deeply in love Apollo, god of the sun. Although Clytie was beautiful by nymph standards, Apollo did not reciprocate her feelings, or acknowledge it. (except Akashi appreciates Furi's love okay?) After days of hopeless devotion, the nymph then transformed herself into a sunflower and constantly turned towards the sun so she could always be with the one she loved (Furihata's chasing sunrises because Akashi is there ok?).

☆ The Happy Street Cats :D This is actually a real book I have, a gift by my teacher before I leave S.Korea. The passage idiom is extracted by this page as well.

The front cover of the book is also yellow.

Yellow : Sunrise + Sunflower.

There's so much yellow in this story LOL!

☆ The Movie Cactus : Idol movie Me : *internal screaming* I swear we are always soooooooo close to making this whole thing crack XD

This scene is a real brain wreck lololol. (Still contemplating if it was romantic enough)

☆ Akashi's Florist number I extracted that number from an oyster restaurant LOLOL! Thankfully Cactus changed it.... we were planning on a crack bonus in which, Furihata orders oysters before calling Akashi.

It didn't happen. But if it did.

Furihata will order some oysters. And not regret it.

*Akashi judging*

☆ French Dialogues + Akashi teaching Furihata French Bless Cactus, she's my happiness now. I have no idea how many weird noises were coming out from our mouths just to understand how the French consonant 'R' sounds like to put it into words LOL! XD Without her, it'd be a disaster.

We were looking at other romantic phrases and found the perfect one ;w;

“Je suis ton bonheur.” means "I am your happiness" (oh god, google translate voice just keeps playing in my head LOLOL! help) Which, what else can be said? LOL Akashi's happy ok? Since this story is from Furihata's perspective, I really wanted to put him into the spot of being a foreigner (he speaks english and mandarin lolol just clueless in French, because Akashi is supposed to guide him). So while Cactus work her magic, being the Akashi to my Furihata. I tried to emphasis a lot on the characters expression etc, at least to indicate of what was going on....tbh even I forgot what they were saying. *just as clueless as Furi and Cactus cackling somewhere.

Everything in here is just Cactus being amazing ;w; and pure patience LOLOL!

๑ Side Characters ๑

☆Shérine ............ We butchered the original female side. Her name was Camille.... but I was sooo tempted to name it after *coouugh* :] because it's pretty. Also her hair was blond with hazel-green eyes.... yea we buried her.

Shérine wins now... Shérine is life.

Shérine will be in their wedding.

☆Jean Kirstein (of AOT) It's JEAN! ...........someone gotta tease Akashi with no filter.

(ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ FINAL NOTES

The last section when Furihata wakes up and makes his decision, believe it or not, I was in the bus. While typing to Cactus, I was literally shaking in the bus and my eyes stung because of dust and I was in tears. I was between crying and laughing. Finished it at home ;w; Cactus was such a darling through it all.

I really had fun writing this with Cactus ;w; she's the best!!!!!!! And hopefully we'll make some crack stuff because we're hooligans like that XD.

:D BYE!

#akafuri #personal #i write stuff #rambles #;w; i really love this one

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