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iunatiqe · 4 years ago

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MY BEST FRIEND — s. stilinksi

“ youre my best friend and i love you “

pairing: stiles stilinski x gn! reader

!!! warnings: death threat, panic attack

word count: 2,311

I CROSSED my arms over my chest securely as i walked, i was wearing one of stiles’s old sweatshirts that i had taken from him during a past sleepover during one of the chillier months. sleepovers used to be an often thing that the two of us did, having been best friends for so long, but they suddenly seemed to fade out of our schedule as lydia martin, a girl who had captured my best friends heart in the third grade, started actually acknowledging his presence. to be fair, lydia has no choice as stiles was one of the few people who knew about the supernatural world, a world that she was now part of while stiles and i remained the two humans in our friend group.

i didn’t have much against lydia, most of her faults of being rude and pushy were just a facade in which she wore to escape the torment of other high school students. i wish it wasn’t fake, upon getting to truly know her - i found that she was smart, caring, and a generally good person for the most part, it made her a lot harder to hate. i had hated her since the third grade, because while stiles fell in love with her. i fell in love with him.

it was a stupid cliche to fall in love with my best friend while he was infatuated with the pretty, popular girl. i felt like i was stuck in some dumb movie, but this wouldn’t end with him realising that i was always right for him, by the way things were looking now: it was much more plausible for him to end up with lydia rather me. i try to shake these remaining thought from my mind as i approach the stilinksi household, simply walking in like i was used to, making my way to stiles’s room.

just before i could make it, i slowed to a stop as i heard a female voice come from his room. i silenced myself as i listened in on the conversation.

“what do the different colored strings mean?” i could faintly hear, this was a definite moment where i wished i was a werewolf swimply to make the voices clearer, but even so- i could tell that it was lydia speaking, knowing that she was most likely talking about the strings that were skewed across the boys room in order to make his crime board. i would know, i helped hang some of it up.

“uh, just different stages of the investigation.” i heard stiles’s quick explanation, going on to tell the girl what all the colors meant and i could hear the pretty strawberry blonde girl in his room make a note of how the whole board was unsolved. i scoffed under my breath, stepping a bit closer as they changed the subject. nothing was wrong with their discussion, but it felt too late to just barge in, plus i knew that if i did then stiles would give me a look that meant he was upset with me for ruining his moment with dream girl.

“did you get detention for pulling the alarm?” the girl asked.

“yep, everyday this week...it’s okay though, we were onto something.”

“even though we couldnt find any proof of barrow being there?”

i was now glad again that i hadn’t barged in, since the tone of their talk took a quick change once stiles heard the worry in her voice, it became harder to hear as i imagined he calmed her in a low voice. a voice i was used to hearing myself when i needed comforting.

“you have been right every time something like this has happened, okay? so, dont start doubting yourself now.”

“no scent. no bomb..” she stayed silent for a moment, “and i got you in trouble.”

their voices got too low for me to hear again and i cursed silently, trying to imagine what he could be saying to her that would make her all gushy towards him out of nowhere. while also wishing that it was sitting on his bed as he whispered comforting words to me, just sitting with him and talking. suddenly, even their hushed whispers ceased before i heard quick footsteps coming my way.

i tried to act casual as they stopped in front of me.

“when did you get here?” stlies asked immediately, i gulped.

“uh. i just walked in, why? did i miss something? where are we going?” i tried to deflect, and stiles was quick to believe me, offering me a small smile. though reassuring, it didn’t stop lydia from squinting her eyes at me, letting me know that she didn’t quite fall for my lie. i was lucky enough that she didn’t mention it aloud though.

“to the school, did you walk?” stiles continued our conversation, i nodded along as the three of us made our way to his jeep, with me crawling into the back so lydia could ride shotgun as stiles continued to fill me in on what we were doing and me acting like i knew we weren’t double checking the school for proof that barrow was there.

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soon enough, we arrived at the school and stiles was leading the way to the chemistry room as their biggest suspicion was the chemical closet.

lydia slowed and grabbed ahold of my sleeve to slow me down so we could talk discreetly.

“listen, i don’t know how stiles can’t tell your lying, but i know that you were eavesdropping on our conversation. are you hiding something?” she accused making me shake my head.

“no, i just,” i sighed, “i didn’t want to disturb you guys, trust me, i would let you guys know if i had information to give.”

lydia didn’t seem quite convinced as she watched me for a moment longer and i stared up ahead at the back of stiles’s head, not missing the small gasp that lydia let out.

“you like stiles.” she stated proudly with a smile, my head turned quickly to look at her with eyes that pleaded with her to quiet down in case he could hear.

“i do not, he’s my best friend.” i stated, “plus, you should know that he’s been hung up on you forever.” i brought, not feeling guilty for telling her since stiles was quite obvious with it anyways. i tried to quell my jealousy as i spoke so she couldn't pick it up, but all i heard was her scoff.

“sure, best friend. as for stiles, i think that he likes you too.” i rolled my eyes and held back a laugh at her words.

“yeah, right. i have as much of a chance with him that i do coach.” i joked.

“whatever you say,” lydia sighed out as we approached our destination and began to pick up our pace to be even with stiles, “but best friends don’t look at each other the way you two do.” she whispered with a wink before catching up with the boy in question. i frowned lightly as i followed pursuit, if this was supposed to be some joke - it wasn’t funny at all…

i caught up with the pair as the three of us entered the chemistry classroom, “what are we even looking for?” i questioned, but was left unanswered as stiles made his way to the chemical closet and simply opened it. i felt the air around us get heavier.

“that’s supposed to be locked.” lydia mentioned, stiles let out a sigh.

“yeah, i know. notice anything else?”

“it smells like chemicals…” lydia concluded, “they wouldn’t have been able to catch his scent.”

i coughed awkwardly, “um, guys.” i brought their attention to me only to direct them to the pile of staples and blood next to stiles’ feet. “oh god, he probably stitched himself up.” i gagged.

“so, he was here.” stiles sighed out, “and he was probably planning on killing someone.” he stood from his crouched position as we all made our way back into the main classroom.

“but who?” lydia questioned, finding her way to the board as stiles glanced around the classroom for any other clues. i found myself standing next to lydia as she stared at the numbers on the blackboard.

“what? does it mean something?” i asked her.

“its a formula.” she mumbled, “i bet it’s a clue.” she said before stepping closer. stiles came to stand next to me while lydia went on to explain how the numbers on the board were elements. she explained each letter until it came to an end and she had solved the puzzle. she stepped back to allow us to see what was on the board and i was sure that all of our werewolf friends could hear how fast my heart was beating from wherever they were as the clue was a name. my name.

i could feel stiles tense up beside me, but everything else felt too still and quiet, but too fast to understand at the same time. i could feel my knees buckle underneath me, but strong hands wrapped around me, allowing me to fall softly to the ground with him.

“hey, hey. it’s alright.” cames stiles’s soothing voice in my ear as he tried to calm me down, telling me that he wouldn't let anything happen to me. this wasn’t what i had meant when i mentioned i wanted to hear his soft voice calm me down - i was expecting more of a bad grade panic, not a death threat. this was new, i wasn’t supernatural, i wasn’t usually the one that stood in the eye of danger. so what did barrow want with me?

i couldn’t feel any air enter my lungs and i began to heave, i could hear lydia and stiles arguing about what to do but i couldn't make out any of the words they were saying as i clutched onto stiles’s shirt. i figured that the two of them had come to an agreement on how to calm me as their buzzing voices stopped, stiles looked down at me and i expected him to try and break through my fuzzy hearing to help my breathing, what i didn’t expect was for him to stoop his head down and kiss me.

albeit a bit shocked, i felt my body relax as i sunk into the kiss with him, but it was quickly ending as he pulled away and we stared into each others eyes.

lydia cleared her throat awkwardly to remind us that she was still there, i barely let my eyes flicker from the eyes of my best friend as i turned my attention to her.

“holding your breath can help stop a panic attack,” she explained, “i figured that if stiles kissed you then you would hold your breath.”

i could feel stiles shift from next to me, “we- uh- should probably get going.” he switched the topic as he helped me back onto my feet. he gave me a look to question if i was still okay and i nodded, but he stayed next to me as we followed behind lydia now to the exit.

“i’m sorry about kissing you.” he whispered, not glancing my way as he exited the classroom, i could sense he was nervous and i wondered why. i guess it was just uncomfortable to have to kiss your best friend while they were having a panic attack, but i figured that we were close enough that he could just dismiss it. maybe it was because it was all in front of lydia, the love of his life.

“it’s okay, i mean- it helped.” i brushed off the event, taking a short look at him. “and don’t worry, i bet it made lydia jealous enough to realize she’s madly in love with you.” i said dramatically to tease him, but his reaction was not what i predicted as he frowned lightly.

“well,” stiles glanced ahead to lydia, “what if,” he continued as he noticed she was far enough away to not hear any more of our conversation and he finally looked at me, “what if i don’t really want to be with lydia?” he said softly, i saw his eyes flicker across my face as he tried to gather a reaction.

“what do you mean?” i let out a nervous, breathy laugh, “you not like lydia? that might be the biggest plot twist our lives have taken yet.” i joked again, stiles looked down at his feet dejectedly with a shake of his head.

“i don’t think i ever really liked lydia.” he confessed, “i mean, i did for a while, but i don’t think that she was ever really the one that i wanted to be with.” he said, “and before you try to deflect this by joking about how im in love with scott then im just going to tell you- its you.”

“me?”

“you can just forget about it,” he changed, switching back to his quirky demeanor to reject anything else that i might say, he shot me a sad smile, “i just thought you should know. don’t let this ruin anything between us, okay? that’s exactly why i didn’t tell you.” he finalized before moving forward to catch up with our strawberry blonde friend, but i gripped the back of his shirt to pull him back and kissed him again. i can’t believe this idiot didn’t think that i was in love with him.

after pulling away, i smiled up at him and finally met cheerful eyes. despite everything, we had one another and that’s all i needed to feel safe. we didn’t have to speak to understand each other as we both turned to meet up with lydia to fill in our friends with what we had found. i knew that everything would be okay with my best friend.

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sobsicles · 4 years ago

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Opening Line Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I was tagged by @dont-offend-the-bees - thanks! ill just do my spn fics and not any ive co-written because i didn't start the first chapters for those, though they're very good (Season Z and The Bad Santa Clause, respectively, that are fics written by a group of many amazing authors!)

Dean starts falling in love with him on a slow Sunday morning under slanted sunlight that slips through the gaps in the trees. — six hundred sundays (and many more)

Why did the curtains have to be yellow? — i want to do with you (what spring does to cherry trees)

In a bar on a Tuesday morning, it's a few months out from the final shot at the world ending. But hey, Chuck's long gone, and everything has worked out for the best, and the world keeps right on turning. Funny how that goes, huh? — dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination)

There are certain moments in one's life when things go exactly as planned. It's like the stars align and the skies open up to reveal rays of sunlight and, against all odds, everything seems to be in perfect harmony. This is a phenomenon that Dean is genuinely not accustomed to, as it doesn't really happen for him. — finding hope (and finding him)

The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment. — break the skin (to break the barriers)

The first time Dean and Cas kiss, it's not even really a kiss at all. It is, in fact, mouth-to-mouth. — a kiss for every season (literally)

The brass chip slides back and forth in a small path across the leaning desk Bobby has had for years and still hasn't gotten around to fixing. The chip reads: To thine own self be true. Unity. Service. Recovery. — separate ways and sleeping dogs

Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't. There's just enough human-esque nuances to it that keep it feeling like life rather than death, and he's thankful for that because he's got the smallest inkling that he should have gotten to live a little longer than he did. — oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith

So, the first thing that happens is Castiel comes back. It's at a pretty inconvenient time, considering the amount of pain Dean is in and how close he is to being dead. — things happen (they do, and they do, and they do)

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. — what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now)

It's different now, no matter how much they're pretending it's not. Mostly out of self-preservation, because sometimes their sanity is hanging by a mere thread and it's so obvious that they simply have no choice but to fake it 'til they make it. They've done a lot of that through the years, practically crafted it into a fine art, but this is the best performance yet. — according to all known laws of life

Time is different here. — what they deserve (it's better this way)

The first realization he remembers having is that the stars are oddly bright from where he lies sprawled on his back. The second, of course, is that there are troubling sounds coming from some vague point to his left. He supposes that's fair—vision and auditory processes are usually the first thing people make sense of when they wake. He knows that much, at least. Not much else, though. — Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You)

Dean would think that a failsafe like this wouldn't exist. It doesn't quite add up in his head when he sits down and thinks about it, but Sam assures him over and over that it's well within the realm of possibility for the Men of Letters--supposed smart people--to come up with something as stupid as this. — home is where the heart is (and you have mine)

The blackbirds start singing a dawn. — profoundly bonded (by law)

So. So, the thing about desperation, and want, and desire, and how it controls, is that it's all bullshit, and Dean wants absolutely no part in it. — staring at ceiling in the dark, same empty feeling in your heart (love comes slow and it goes so fast)

Cas wasn't a music fanatic of any kind, Dean knew this firsthand. Sure, he listened to whatever Dean was listening to, or whatever was playing in the car on long trips. But he never went out of his way to listen to music in his spare time. — listen to the song in my soul (only you can hear)

All things considered, Castiel found solace in the fact that his life couldn't get any worse than this. — Just A Touch

There were a few things that were known about Dean Winchester, undeniable things that hadn't wavered once in his entire life. — a helping hand (let's not be friends)

Dean was merely ten years old when he discovered that bridges didn't close the gap between two worlds. — The Bridges We Built

insane to me that none of these opened up on dialogue. i don't open up with dialogue that often, as it turns out. also, most of these fics are dean pov. only three of these out of twenty are cas pov (1, 12, 18). my personal five favorites out of these: 3, 5, 10, 14, 15.

im supposed to tag people, but like, i want anyone who wants to do it to do it! if you see this and want to do it, definitely do so! tag me if you do; i'd love to see your answers!

#sobs says things #sobs adventures in writing #this is a fun lil thing to do actually #just something to pass the time #plus it's informative about my own writing so that's interesting #destiel #destiel fic

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catzula · 4 years ago

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Request: Hiii!!! Congratulations on 600 🥳🥳🥳. You deserve it all and more bby. I'm so proud of you. I hope that you're staying healthy and hydrated and taking enough breaks.

Ummm one thing I like about myself is that I'm a very open minded person and dont judge. And could I please request Oikawa please?? Thank you so so much, and remember to drink water!!! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜 xxx

a/n: oikawa brr

honorable mentions: fluff, mentions of insecurities, royal au, prince Oikawa, fem!princess reader, 1k

Also, the event is now closed, but you can check out the masterlist from here!

Oikawa feels terrified.

People are dancing, jumping, shouting with glee, everyone at least a bit tipsy, the beer glasses in their hands seem like they never go out.

Each time the dance comes to a jump, the golden fluid in cups jumps with them as well, glinting under the candlelight.

His eyes fall on you, you whose dancing in the middle of the ballroom, laughing with everyone else, dancing carelessly at the day that's supposed to be the happiest of your life.

You seem to be enjoying it, and it only makes Oikawa that more anxious.

He doesn't know you well; you've only met a few times before, each time chaperoned and with masks fit to blue-bloods such as yourselves.

All your meetings consisted of empty words and kind- but fake smiles, chatting mindlessly on what's seen appropriate of a prince and a princess that are soon to wed.

You seem lovely, and Oikawa isn't that much sad he's marrying you- he feels like you can get along well if you get to know each other better. No, Oikawa isn't feeling like this because he's marrying you, but because you're marrying him.

He, the charming prince- smart, funny, and kind, any girl would kill to be in your place, he's aware.

Everyone wants to be with him, get to know and be acknowledged by him- but there is a catch. Whenever someone does manage to get to know him, the magic gets broken, the facade, sparkling fog over the rotten thing he calls his personality comes on the surface of the water, and people leave.

Oikawa went through this one too many times, so he embodied the fake persona he puts on, never letting anyone get close to him enough to see what's underneath.

He knew this day was to come, though. Oikawa knew he was going to marry someone so he could unite his kingdom and theirs, but he always hoped it wouldn't be you.

Not because he didn't like you, though, on the contrary, because he liked you maybe a little more than the other princesses. Oikawa just hoped- he hoped you wouldn't regret marrying him, or even worse, be disappointed with who he really was.

Once again, his eyes spot you in the room, fighting a smile when he finds you looking at him, as well. There's a sheen layer of sweat on your face, making you glow under the candlelight, face bright with a smile, hair messed up with all the dancing and jumping.

His gaze never once leaves you as you find your way to him, breathless as your hand reaches for his.

"You look so grim, my lord." You chuckle, lightly tugging him to dance. "Is there something bothering you?"

You were always so kind, easy to talk to, it made him feel like he could tell you anything, and you would... you would smile in answer. He shakes his head no, letting you pull him towards the inner room.

The air is warmer and heavier, it smells of beer, but looking at your smiling face, it seems none of them matters.

His movements are fit to a prince, dancing fluidly and putting every other to shame. You make a small comment on it, as well, earning a chuckle from the prince. "It would be odd if I didn't know how to dance, though, wouldn't it?"

You nod, but you seem troubled.

"Is there anything you can't do, my lord?" He hears your soft voice as Oikawa twirls you in his arms. Despite his hopes, you catch the small frown his lips press into, brows pulling together, even only a millimeter. "I don't mean disrespect," you quickly retort. "I was just asking so I could get to know you a little better."

When he stays silent, you once again fill the silence with your voice. "I, for example, can't sing."

You snicker as you watch his eyes widen. "You can't?"

"Nope, I promise you, you haven't seen anyone sing worse than me."

"But I've been told you have an angelic voice!" He confronts you, but his shoulders are shaking just a little bit. "Yeah, well-" you smile sheepishly, "I can't."

For whatever reason, this makes Oikawa feel just a bit better. To hear you aren't what the rumors of you show you to be, makes Oikawa feel like maybe, you're a little similar.

"I can't use a bow."

You hear him whisper minutes after your confession, and it takes you by shock. What takes Oikawa by bigger shock is, however, when you start to laugh.

"Is it really that funny?" He scoffs with embarrassment as you're still laughing. You shake your head no, trying to stop your giggles, but it takes you a minute. "It's just- you said it as if it's the worst thing ever!"

"It is a bad thing!" The prince protests, cheeks flushed with either glee or a product of dancing. "I even have a reputation about how good I am with a bow- but I can't hit a standing target if it killed me."

"Well, I can't do a knot."

"I don't like writing."

"Very bad with numbers."

"Afraid of horses."

The confessions slip out of your mouths uncontrollably, each one making both of you break out with laughter until-

"I'm not... very honest." Oikawa mumbles to your ear; he's gotten closer to you these last few dances, you realize, your chests almost pressing together. He holds his breath, afraid of your reaction, his tense shoulders dropping when he feels you chuckle once again. "I see." You murmur. "That's a little relieving to hear if I'm being honest."

"What?"

You shrug. "It's just- you know, my lord, you have quite the reputation." You go on talking when he stands quiet. "You're portrayed as this man, free of taint and capable of anything- and it was worrying me you were that flawless."

"You wouldn't... want me to be?"

You chuckle at his confused stare. "I wouldn't be opposed to it! But it would make me really nervous, as well. I think it's nice to know you're human, too, just as we are. Like marrying a unicorn or something." you joke.

Were you really worried he was flawless? It's so absurd that Oikawa feels he's about to burst out laughing.

"Well, don't you worry, my princess," a soft chuckle emerges from the man. "I have many flaws to show you."

"And I have many myself." You beam at him.

Both of you will discover these flaws and insecurities over time, but you have a life ahead of you to do so.

And despite still holding his former thoughts, Oikawa's heart feels just a little lighter knowing you're here to get to know him with his flaws.

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

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prose-for-hire · 4 years ago

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Love, Hate, Love: Part one

Part Two // Part Three

Pairing: Spike x fem!vamp!reader

Request: Not a Cordy request, but i dont want to forget it 😅 How about Spike and the vampire reader really disliking each other until she finds out his human "identity". And they remember they were best friends as kids and wrote poetry together and stuff and they fall back in love? That would be amaaazing😋

Requested by: @therapieliteratur

Warning: Violence between reader and Spike. Swearing. Tiny blood mention.

A/N: I got carried away and had to split this into parts, hope you don’t mind. This is part one of three 💜

You had lived for over a hundred years. That does things, memory-wise. You were forgetful over little details, especially so of your human past. Faces blurred and voices distorted. Scratched lines of poetry lost to the sands of time. It was so long ago, your memories of that part of you were in black and white.

You were a modern woman now. You weren’t hung up on the social codes of your time. You embraced every new decade. Every style and you got a kick out of learning the slang of the moment. It was cute, you collected these phrases as if they were necklaces. Or buttons. Stamps, even.

There was never much room for amassing material items however. You found yourself moving from one place to another. Often without thought or warning, people after a certain amount of time figured out that you weren’t aging. Or that you had been to the butchers too often. You had spent a lot of time in Europe and there was still thick superstition in many places.

Leaving you being run out of different towns all over the continent. It wasn’t so much pitchforks and the like anymore. You would be hassled on the street. Word of mouth would spread and suddenly the home you had made for yourself would be up in flames again.

You had moved to Sunnydale within the last decade. A new climate, new faces. New humans to try to live alongside. You ate animal blood, you had retained a soul some years back. It had been painful and incredibly hard. You had barely got through it with your mental health intact. The guilt would always be there, but you strived to be and do better.

Which was not something you could say for one vampire you had met since you arrived. Spike. He had more cheekbones than brains and he prided himself on being bad. The opposite of how you lived your un-life.

He lived, now alone, in an underground crypt after Drusilla left him. You had actually been quite fond of Dru in a strange way. You felt a little sorry for her which she screamed at you for feeling as soon as she realised. The stars told her, or something.

Angel, an acquaintance of yours, had explained all about what it had been like with Spike and the rest in the past. He was a piece of work, by all accounts. Angel left to LA and asked you to come, he had become hung up on the Slayer and couldn’t bear to live on the Hellmouth anymore.

You declined, knowing you were meant to stay for now at least. You made a home here. Something permanent for once. It was certainly harder with Angel gone. He understood how you felt about the past, about the guilt. He helped you through it the best he could too.

But you could manage on your own. You had to. You got on well enough with the Slayer anyway. She was sweet and very good at fighting so even if you had a problem you probably wouldn’t air it.

You were sat at drinking in your local demon bar when he walked in. You scowled, burning holes into him as you watched him coming towards you from where you sat on the side of the bar.

You had wanted a break. You had almost been staked. Again. Vampires hated you for protecting the slayer and you were only allowed in here because the bartender found you attractive.

Spike saw you and smirked, ordering his drink and slinking over to you. He did this a lot, he thought you were both playing some game. He hated you as much as he found you attractive. Not that you were entirely aware of this.

“Well, well, look at who’s embracin’ her roots” he gestured around the room.

“Look who’s embracing the stake about to go in his chest” You warned, glancing at him only briefly as you spoke.

“Now, pet. Wouldn’t want to get yourself run out of town again would you? I got friends here y’know… you don’t” He warned, glad of the distinct lack of Angel about the place again, “Only one of us that’s gonna be missed”

“Stop calling me pet” You reminded him as you always had to, “Why don’t you turn around and let me rest in peace” You remarked. His eyes danced at those words, ones he had thought himself before. But he still retaliated in his usual way.

“’Cause, if I remember rightly you were the one making my affairs your business” He pointed at you, still standing over you rather than sitting, “Tellin’ the girlie my little plan”

“It was barely a plan” You spat. He was going to take poor Willow hostage. Again.

“It was a good plan. Smart plan… that you buggered up by running to slutty the vampire slayer”

“Don’t pick on the kid” you snapped, taking a sip of your drink and trying to tune his voice out.

“Oo, someone’s got a crush” He taunted trying to wind you up, “What is it about that bird, got every soul’s knickers in a twist”

“Spike, please. Just for tonight… Fuck off” You muttered, clutching your head. You were starting to get a headache. You missed the look he gave you, the hand that hovered over your shoulder for a fraction of a second before he snatched it away. Why the hell would he do that? He frowned at himself.

“Fine, I will. Gonna get me a pretty woman… none around here though” He said pointedly and you just waved you hand, uncaring, and didn’t look up from your drink. He didn’t like this, so he continued, “Yeah, I’ll shag her… drain her” He shrugged, taking the shot of blood he had ordered as it arrived. He smirked and starting to stalk off. You sighed exaggeratedly.

“Can’t let you do that, Spike” You got up from your bar stool and grabbed his shoulder to pull him back.

“’Let’” He scoffed, shrugging you off.

Spike instantly threw a punch that you caught. You twisted his arm and started to pull him towards the exit. You shot the bartender an apologetic look as you left.

When you got outside you hauled him away from you as he smirked at your face.

“If you wanted to get me all to yourself, love, all you needed to do was-” He started top purr, but became silenced by your fist against his jaw. He scowled, tensing his jaw before he smirked again, “Oh, you like it rough don’t you? Come on then, let’s see who comes out on top”

He beckoned you towards him. You saw him jumping on the spot, warming up as he did. Enjoying himself. It was a dance to him. You his reluctant partner.

But, you ran at him anyway. Like you always did. You fought equally to begin. Until he started to fight dirty. He used every trick in the book and you were starting to slow with the pain. You had a headache already and this was making it worse.

He hit you successively, sharp pains in the jaw that you could barely block as he caught you off guard. You groaned in pain, which made him cocky. He started to restrain you by your wrists, his smile wide and shark-like as you hit the brick wall behind you. Your brain rattling around your skull.

Your skull. You propelled your head towards him, hitting the soft part of his nose with your now vamped forehead. He dropped your wrists to clutch his nose and you took the chance to kick against his torso, hard. He fell back against the hard pavement. You were instantly on him.

You straddled him, pushing him back from trying to get up. You just stared at each other for a moment. In that second, had anyone looked it could have gone either way. You could have lowered yourself to him, caught his lips. Embraced him with a passion that only you (and probably any nesting birds watching from above) would know.

But you didn’t.

You were angry at him. For being who you used to be. For being someone you could understand. For being horrible. You punched him hard on the jaw instead in your frustration.

It distracted him enough for you to grab the stake out of your waistband and dig it into his chest. You gave him a look, one suggesting you were serious.

You thought for a moment, sighing at the way your guilt worked now.

“Go home. Cuddle up to your loneliness” You ordered, removing the stake from his chest as he wiped his bloody nose. Deciding (seeing as he was only in dead company) to lick his own nose-blood from his fingers, “You’re so disgusting” You said hitching your nose up and getting to your feet. It was an act - it didn’t phase you. You had seen worse. But you still despised him for not having the guilt that you had so deeply rooted in your chest.

“Oh, like ‘totally’” He mocked the way you spoke. The way you assimilated. It angered him. Vampires weren’t supposed to be good. Have souls. Weren’t supposed to help slayers.

You walked your separate ways. Two sides of a coin. You could be each other, you had been each other. His ego was bruised and you had to ice your jaw. You cursed and blinded and hated him.

When Spike returned to the crypt, he felt the loneliness much more acutely. He was getting madder and madder. It wasn’t just because he had been beaten by a girl either. He had looked at you in a way he never thought he would. There had been something there tonight, behind the mists of your eyes. Something he recognised.

And he hated you for it. He swore he did. It angered him so much he was shaking.

“Bloody twat, thinkin’ she’s better than everyone just ‘cause she fought for a soul. Any bugger with half a brain and workin’ fists could go through that crap” he shouted, kicking at the gate in his crypt.

When you went home to your sweet little house, you were in the same predicament. You slammed the door closed, leaving the entire house shaking.

He had gotten under your skin. Again. Walking around as if the life you as vampires had now was better than what had been. As if killing and fucking and fighting was all that was required for perfect happiness.

You hated him. His attitude. His guiltlessness. But most of all, you hated that you could see through it. The mask. And you hated that you understood him. Could be him had you not fought for you soul to come back.

Because what had it gained you? Except self-hatred and a talent for identifying different flavours of animal blood by sight alone?

Of course, you wanted to help Buffy. The others. Save the world. But some days you envied him. The way you presumed that he could just stalk through the night and not have deep thoughts about the ending of life or anything else.

You punched the wall. Hard. Screaming in frustration, shivering with the guilt. Quivering with anger. Mixed emotions.

You both were in your own heads, emotions and thoughts flashing violently behind your eyes. Not even slowing when the light came and you had to try to contend with sleep.

That was the night that they started though. The dreams.

#Spike btvs #Spike #Spike x reader #Spike x you #Spike imagine #btvs #btvs x reader #btvs x you #btvs imagine #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #female reader #female #vampire #vampire reader #Spike fic

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whumpitisthen · 4 years ago

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Récamier

Masterlist

First drabble! This was made as a way to torture my friend who has a slightly unhealthy obsession with vampires. That’s why it’s in first person, I usually write in the third! Anyways, hope you like it. :)

"So..." - He began. He sounded soft and patient. - "You told me last week you've been having nightmares, ones you’ve never had before."

"Oh, did i tell you about that as well?" You reply, having genuinely forgotten that you told him about those.

"Yes, you have. Has your memory been getting worse as well?" He sounds almost concerned, a look of empathy in his eyes.

"Oh, no, no, I think it's pretty much the same as it always has been...?" It came out as a shaky reply, not confident in your own answer either.

"You don't sound too sure of that, Darling.” He says, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he notices the reaction the pet name has brought out of you. It wasn't anything big, just a small widening of the eyes and setting of your jaw, but he noticed nevertheless. He seems to really pay attention to you, in a way no-one else has, in a way no-one should.

"Uhmm... I think that's not something to worry about. I just forgot, that's all.” You add with a reassuring smile, ignoring the one that he wore still, though now it's starting to morph into a different one. Looks a little smaller, tight-lipped, overly kind.

He seems to disregard your answer entirely, instead, he pulls himself up a little straighter. He takes a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes, which allows you just a moment to take a good look at him.

You never told him but you do feel kind of intimidated by him. You know you shouldn't be. After all, he's your therapist. You should feel comfortable and relaxed, like you're just having a nice chat with a trusted friend.

But something about him seems... he just seems-, off, sometimes. You yourself are not even sure what the reason for that is. Maybe it's the relaxed way he keeps pulling his finger up and down on the arm of the chair. Maybe its the slight asymmetrical pull of the corners of his mouth, how on the left side it always pulls a little higher when he smiles. Maybe its the way he looks, distinctly paler than you, almost slickly, so much so, that you had to often stop yourself from asking him "Are you okay?". Maybe... Its the way his eyes seem to change colour, with the different lighting. You have noticed all these things about him in the month you've been coming here. Twice a week. He insisted on two times, even though you said you didn't think you needed it. In the end you decided to give in, he was the therapist after all. He knew what you needed.

"You're zoning out again, Darling. Do you perhaps need a break?"

There it is again. That pet name.

He hasn't called you that before. Or has he?

Maybe your memory really has been getting worse.

"Oh, u-uhm, sorry! No, it's fine we can keep going if you'd like." He seems to believe you, as he changes his position, crossing his legs and leaning his chin on one hand, as if getting ready for a story.

"So, you said something about bad nightmares you've been getting at the end of our last session. I'd like to ask you: Have they gotten any worse?"

You still don't remember actually telling him about them and honestly it’s starting to really bother you. You always have your guard up as it is, trust issues and all that, part of why you’re here, talking with your therapist. But for the life of you, you just cannot remember when you told him about those. Because you surely have. You have. He wouldn’t know otherwise! This is stupid.

"Ah, um. I guess... I-I don't know. I feel like they leave me more... tired? Than before. And I seem to get more exhausted as the days go on. I'm afraid I'll start falling asleep at my job if this keeps up."

He hums. Writes something on his clipboard. "Do you still see that shadow person that keeps following you?"

You don't remember telling him that either. No, shut up, you did because he knows, and the only way he would is if you told him.

He seems to notice your hesitation.

"I'm sorry, would you like to not talk about this for now? We can discuss something else."

His voice feels like it's background noise. Like waking up to birds chirping. They're loud and did wake you up, but you don't mind being woken up by birds singing under your window. It's a welcome way of attention.

It calms you. It relaxes you.

It makes you feel... tired.

"We can discuss the way you've been fidgeting a little more today than other times, I have noticed. Or how you keep stuttering so much. I can see something is bothering you. Can you tell me what it is, Love?"

A different pet name, but a pet name nonetheless.

You don't remember him calling you that before.

You don't remember.

You.

Dont-

"How do you know?"

You blurt out without thought.

You immediately regret it, but ultimately decide to keep the question in the air.

Because you cannot explain away the feeling of anxiety at every mention of those dreams, or pet names, or, or- ...you. It feels wrong, in this moment, to talk about you. It sounds dumb, these are your therapy sessions after all. It feels wrong though. Different. Like this isn’t how it was supposed to go. How else could it have gone?

"Excuse me?" He looks genuinely surprised. You think he might've missed the question, with how fast you blurted it out.

Before you could ask again, or rather apologize for the weird as fuck question, he continues. "How do I know... About what? About...” - He seems lost in thought, thinking about what it might be that you're referring to. His eyes land on his clipboard and stay there for a while, drifting over it. - “...about ...your dreams, perhaps?" He finishes slowly, as if unsure.

"Yes, uh... I... I don't remember t-telling about them... to... you?" You hate yourself for sounding like a scared child. You especially hate that your voice cracks in the middle of it, and you see his eyes widen, just a little, at that.

God, could you be more embarrassing?

"I told you, Dear.” - Another. -”You told me about them last week, didn't you?"

"I-I-I..., um..."

You're unsure of what to say

"I-, ...don't remember." You take a shaky breath, trying to stay calm. You notice the slight tremble of your hands.

"...You seem troubled. Are you quite sure you're alright, Darling?” - He gives a reassuring smile, encouraging you to be confident and tell him if you're not. - “Perhaps, you feel... Hm." He stands up leaving the clipboard on his table. He walks over, as slowly and non-threataningly as he can, putting the back of his hand on your forehead.

"Hm... You don't seem sick. Sweetheart,”- Again. - “maybe we should talk about those dreams. They seem to leave you confused and disoriented."

"Stop."

"Hm?"

"Get off me."

You lean back, away from his hand, and sit up to catch your breath.

He seems perplexed. His hand falls back in place as he gets lost in thought again, looking at you. Expectant. Quiet.

"Am... Am I making you uncomfortable, Dear-"

"Stop!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop calling me 'darling' and 'sweetheart' and 'love' and 'dear' and-, and... Stop looking at m-me."

He seems to freeze for a second. You're not sure what caused him to do that, but he seems... apathetic. Emotionless. Like he's not there, for just a moment.

He blinks once, swallows, and some resemblance of humanity comes back to him.

"I-... I am making you uncomfortable, is that it." It was more of a statement than a question. "Hm. So you say you don't remember." His eyes wander again. In the end, they come back, and change colour, and you feel like he's 100 metres tall while you're barely an inch.

The lighting didn't change, but his eyes noticeably did. You feel, with every second, more and more anxious, as the eyes keep looking at you, into you, and keep you in place.

Literally.

You cannot move.

You're trying.

The most you can do is flick your eyes betweeen his.

He comes closer now. His hand finds your forehead again, but this time to put a lost lock behind your ear.

He doesn't say anything, simply looks at you. All of you. While you're forced to keep eye contact, his are roaming over the whole of you, taking in every inch, every crevice, every nook and cranny.

As his eyes move the humanity seems to disappear once more and the hand returns to rest on your cheek, then slide down your neck.

As the pressure builds his other hand comes into view, positioning itself on your arm, effectively turning and pushing you down, back how you were before you realised his secret. Because you did, didn't you? You couldn't have just kept playing this little game of pretend between you two. You had to be smart and figure it out.

As you are shoved down back on the récamier, your thoughts are running a million miles an hour. You are panicking and scared and angry but mostly you just wanna run home, curl up under your covers and cry.

The feeling of having forgotten so much makes you wanna break down right there, but even that is denied of you as your "therapist" looms over you, shadowing your face. In the dark, his eyes, that scarlet hue, is so much more noticeable and unsettling.

How do his eyes go from such a pretty black to that mesmerising crimson? That cannot be human.

He leans down, close, close, right over you, so close you cannot see anything anymore but his eyes, boring endlessly into yours.

"Do you know when our last appointment was?"

You think and you feel like you know but you can't actually name the day, date or even time. Not that you could anwser him, not like this.

"Do you feel as if your mind has been working more different than before?"

"Do you feel unsafe, Angel?"

He leans closer, lips grazing your ear as he whispers, even quiter, like a deadly secret.

"Why did you have to ruin our fun, Angel? Wasn't it nice? Pretending? Playing? Why did you have to ruin that, huh, Sweetheart?"

As his voice starts to shake, a little in anger, a little unhinged, a little dangerous, you start trembling through his paralysing gaze.

You still don't remember anything. Not when the last appointment was, not when you told him about the dreams, not when you got here, not where you live, not who he is, not when your own birthday is, not your own name, only Angel, Angel, Angel...

"Does the shadow person ever... touch you? Has he ever talked to you? What did he say? Can you recall? What was it, hm? Tell me Love."

You don't want to. You don't want to you don't want to-

"A-A-Angel..."

"Yes, Love, keep going."

He was suffocating you

His sheer presence.

"A-a... Ang-gel, can y-y-you... can, you-..."

"That's it, keep going, you're doing great, Dear."

"Ange-el, can, can you-u-... can you c-...can y-you come see me-e...?"

"Mhm. There we go. There's a dear."

You feel violated. You feel him climbing on top of you, his weight effortlessly pinning you down even more, as he leans closer. You feel utterly completely absolutely terrifyingly helpless.

"See? In the end, you did remember!" He seems to sound different. He sounds like he's holding something back. Like there's a dam that's about to break and let the water envelop an entire city underwater. Like he's about to swallow you whole.

"Too late now, though. Shame. I was having fun with you. Too bad it had to end so soon. Now, maybe if you look desperate enough, we could do it again sometime? Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Now keep still for me, Angel, this might hurt just a bit. I feel it's only fair i make you pay for wasting my time like that."

#creepy whumper #intimate whumper #whump #vampire whumper #y/n #reader insert #fear #amnesia #hallucination #nightmare #paralyzed #therapy session #first drabble can i get a pogchamp #my writing #sadistic whumper #creepy whump #intimate whump

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years ago

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I dont know if you're taking requests but is there a chance where you could do just a jason (could be jercy I dont mind) fic where his mum is still alive and after the events of HoO (i dont know keep leo alive i dont care really oops) he goes to see her but she is still really desperate for Jupiter or something. I dont know I just want some jason and his mum things. We have sally and percy and piper and her dad but very little jason and beryl.

Anon I'm sorry it took so long to get to this. You sent it just as I was taking my fanfic writing break. But I hope I've done you well. This is very sad and very heart breaking and I'm sorry.

masterlist; my links

TW: childhood trauma, mother-child argument

CW: grief

Jason takes a deep breath, but no amount of oxygen in the world could stop his body from shaking at the task ahead of him. A hand slips into his, squeezes his trembling fingers. It settles the electric pulses under his skin, enough that he has the courage to ring the doorbell.

There’s a shuffling inside, and he turns to the boy next to him, eyes wide with fear. Before he can even say anything Percy is cupping his face gently,

“You can do this. And if you can't we can go. There is nothing keeping you here."

The words wash over him like cool water in a raging fire.

The door opens. A lady with blonde hair and eyes a dulled weeping blue greet him.

"Who are you?" She frowns, glancing between the two of them.

A boy with skin as brown as rich tree bark and emerald eyes staring into her, and a boy with skin as pale as the morning sun and lightning eyes that crackle with intensity.

"Hello mother."

The inhale is sharp enough to cut his skin. He flinches involuntarily.

"You are alive?" She says it like there was no possibility.

"No thanks to you." His voice is raw with fury, with pain.

"Can we come in Miss Grace?" Percy interrupts, sensing the volatile air zinging with too much pent up emotion.

She gives him a cursory glance but steps aside.

The house is small, bigger than the trailers and hotel rooms of his faded childhood, but small for the amount of fame she gained and fawned over.

There are magazines, mostly Olympus propaganda, scattered on available surfaces, and empty glasses sitting on tables and next to chairs. But it is the pictures, huge and framed, of her in her youth or her with a blonde haired, blue-eyed man that catch his attention. Something like dread coils in his stomach. She is not? She couldn't be. Not after all these years.

She shuffles them to the kitchen, and settles herself behind the counter. The two boys look at each other and awkwardly take a seat at the bar stools on the opposite side.

"What do you want Jason?" He sees the way she fights to stop her lip from curling. It stabs his heart. "I don't have any money."

He wants to ask what she's done with it but by the look of this place he wouldn't be surprised if she tried to spend it buying illegal drachma or something. Anything to talk to the "love of her life".

"I don't want money mother," His voice is soft. It is quaking. "I wanted to see you. Find out how you are after all these years."

"How I am?" She whispers. Oh no. Oh gods. "How do you think I've been?" She spits. "I have not seen your father in fifteen years and yet his aura surrounds me like a noose. I have not seen my children since they were barely at my hip."

He is too afraid to say anything. It has always been like this. It will always be like this.

"I suppose it is my fault." She sneers. "That I haven't seen you or your smart-ass sister. I guess even I wouldn't come back after being abandoned. But sometimes," And her blue eyes spark with something not entirely human, "Sometimes we must make sacrifices in order to get what we want."

"And did you mother?" He is shaking again, but this time it is burning rage that fuels him. Percy grabs his hand under the counter.

"Did I what?"

"Did you get what you want?" He is exploding from the inside out. "Did you leave me in the dark woods so you could build a life in boring house on a boring street pining after an arrogant, unfeeling being who doesn't love you?"

They have always been matched in spirit, in temper. "How dare you!" She screeches. It is bullets in his ear drums. "You insolent child! How dare you insult the king of gods?“

The world is quiet as he looks her over. As he finally takes in the thin, bleeding-hearted woman in front of him. Less than a shell of her former glowing presence. No longer the Sunshine of the Screen. Merely a woman who cannot understand why the one she loves does not love her.

"Because i have met him and he is nothing but a coward who wishes to control people by punishing them."

"He has only ever been kind to me." She breathes dragon flames. There is a quiver in her exhale.

"Has he mother?" Jason looks around. Percy is still holding his hand, nails biting into his skin. "Because it looks to me like he's punishing you."

"Get out Jason Grace." She has snapped. He hopes it leads her to something better than whatever life she currently lives. "And never come back."

He stands up, he holds Percy. Percy holds him. "I hope we can meet on better terms some day Mom."

She just opens the door, eyes a stormy blue. Her cheeks are flushed. She looks alive.

"Goodbye." He says softly.

Beryl Grace slams the door and it echoes in the caves of his heart.

Jason turns to Percy and before he can say one word the boy is gathering him in his arms. The first tear falls.

#PJJG fanfic #Anon asks #Jason grace #Beryl grace #Percy Jackson #Anon requests #Fanfic requests #imagine percy's reaction y'all???#like all he can think is may castellan #waiting waiting waiting for her child to return #oof i heart my own heart

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stellarune · 5 years ago

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ok but

we all love human aus

and high school aus

so i raise you

elwin, who is the school nurse, and his husband, huz, who is the school therapist

keefe, who has been coming in more and more often over the weeks to see elwin

he isnt injured, or sick, he just. comes in, grab and blanket and sleep on one of the cots

or sometimes on the floor, even though there are free cots

and obviously, elwin is worried, because this 16 years old kid, who he sees everyday because he says hello and goodbye, and sometimes needs a place to hide or an alibi after a prank just. doesnt do that anymore. bot really

he looks exhausted, and elwin has tried to talk to him about it to know if hes sleeping ok, if hes not working himself too hard, but he never got an answer jeefe just flashing him a smile and coming up with some excuse

he wants to help, but hes afraid that if hes just straightforward with him keefe would lose the safespace that is the infirmary and he doesnt want to take that away from him.

one day, keefe walks in, not saying hello, just looking particularily rough, deep bags under his eyes, blotchy skin like hed been crying.

he falls face first into the cot, and elwin can see he isnt sleeping, still.

and he wants to do as he said he would to let h come at his own pace, and all that, but fuck he looks like he really needs a hug

elwin sits down on the cot, and keefe pushes himself up to sit besides him.

"do you want a hug ?" keefe nods and buries his face in elwins chest, who holds him tight for as long as he needs to.

keefe doesnt talk about why this is happening, but from then on, he just goes straight to hug elwin if he needs it (and elwin isnt like,helping someone) (if he is, keefe just crashes on the bed, and elwin comes to see if he needs like, cuddles or something as soon as hes done)

(just. parental elwin ok)

if he needs to be with someone, because on a whim, elwin gave him a key to the infirmary

he hopes keefe doesnt have to use it outside of school, but sometimes you gotta be prepared for the worst, and he still doesnt know exactly what is going on

keefe doesnt talk much about anything when hes in the infirmary, just dozes off so

anyways, he meets lord and lady sencen during the aprent teacher thing, and everything clicks

he runs into them in a hall, while theyre talking about just how bad keefe did that year, only "scraping a 97 in some classes" and he doesnt know exactly what these people have been telling keefe but hes this close to punching them right then and there

he makes a point of letting keefe know just how smart his teachers knew him to be, and that most of them didnt mind him not being in class if he was bored, as long as he did the tests and turned in his assignments, which he did

also how all the pranks that had been pulled on alina had become a running joke amongst them. how she was the only one who didnt know it was keefe pulling the pranks, but everyone else found them hillarious

fintan, bronte tiergan prentice come in sometimes as well

fintan is deseperatly trying to get keefe back on his play, prentice finds keefe to be the only one worthy to talk with him about art, and bronte and tiergan are just here by proxy

(and to keep their husband/brother in check)

(they went to school with keefes parents, and honestly theyre all this close to coming beat thel up in their sleep, but fintan and prentice are just a bit closer to actually dping it)

one day, what elwin really didnt want to hapen happened. keefe was already ther when he opened the infirmary

he could have just come in eatly or whatever, but he was wearing the exact same clothes as the day before

and he knew keefe had friends that would take him in if he asked them to, but he also knew keefe probably didnt want them to know somethi g had hapened

"do you want to caome stay with me ?" he asks when keefe blinks awake.

he didnt really mind keefe sleeping in the infirmary, even though it was proably forbidden by the school or whatever, but the cots were kinda uncomfortable

hes surprised keefe agrees

he drives them to the sencens first, so keefe can grab clothes, phone, laptop, and anything else he needs, then to his place

thankfulky he has a guest bedroom

keefe seriously cannot stop thanking him and he really doesnt need to elwin tells him, he offered after all, and he wouldnt have done so if he didnt want keefe to be there

what was probably supposed to be a few days turns into a month, then two, and honestly elwin doesnt mind (at all)

just, lzt this boy heal in peace

gisela wants to get him back, though, after a while

and she would have the upper land, both legally and emotionally if keefe sisnt just straight up refuse to see her

and she knows she doesnt have that many chances to win a lawsuit if keefe hadnt been home in 2 months and is testifying againt them

so yeah, elwin just recieves a bunch of death threats, but he can deal with that, and he has cameras installed that send a live feed to his friend tinker wjo lives a few states away so he feels pretty safe knowing they wouldnt be able to destroy the tapes

keefe doesnt come in to the infirmary nearly as much these days, and he looks less tired as well

he joins the school play, and prentice reports that hes been using the art room a bunch as well

fintan helps him prank alina again

bonus :

the first time keefe calls elwin dad was as a joke

"okayo daddy-o"

neither of them aknowledge it , but they bith know it happe.ed and honestly they arent mad about it

the moment it really starts to be a Thing for them though, is the next year, at the parent teacher conference, when keefe gives him the invite.

"you know, since.... youre basically my dad now."

"ill be there son"

keefe sends him a 10 hour loop of the "you are my dad" vine for fathers day

they dont really bother with guardianship, because keefe will be 18 the year after, and his "parents" havent tried anything in months

even the threats stopped

elwin definitely walks keefe dosn the aisle

#kotlc #keefe sencen #elwin #kotlc headcanon #look im #soft for parental elwin #is that a tag ?#parental elwin #hes the onfirmary dad #vague implied abuse #just the gisela and assius stuff #and also death threats but real quick #the others arent in this just mentione #also very background #tiertice #pyren bros

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samwritesforyou · 4 years ago

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can the sinner get a happy ending?

Fandom: Code Geass

Summary: nunnally decides to clear lelouch’s name and lelouch - conveniently - around that time decides to visit his sister in disguise, because he just misses her so much. but what happens when he learns that people for some reason can’t remember him as a bloody emperor?

A/N: this fic is turning out to be longer than 15k already, so i will post only one part here, as of.. a “prologue”, or just a feel for you to what this story might bring with it. the rest i will upload on ao3! im really proud of this work :D enjoy!

also... im finally coming back to my favourite formatting of this “description” part for the fics, finally :D its been a mess last four fics, sorry! also sorry to everyone who doest follow me for code geass content, i will write different things too, dont worry!

Warnings: mention of a panic attack, no serious proof-reading

Wordcount: 4k (Prologue)

“Nunnally, I do not agree with this,” Suzaku said firmly, looking the empress straight in the eye, brows furrowed together.

“Suzaku-kun, I understand why you’re upset, but this will not harm the people in any capacity. I do this for my brother,” she stated just as strongly, not daring to shift her gaze elsewhere from his emerald pearls.

“But that doesn’t matter, using this power is just wrong!” he was almost yelling now, clutching his hand in the fist.

Whenever someone was talking about geass or even thought about using it, he always had severe reaction to that topic, probably due to all the trauma and suffering that it caused.

Kururugi has never had a fight with Nunnally yet, they had a calm relationship full of mutual love and trust. Despite her being Lelouch’s sister, she was never like him in any sense. And Suzaku feared the day once he’ll start to see the similarities. Despite loving his friend beyond any measure, his actions and thinking was oftentimes just.. extreme, to say the least. Extreme and dangerous, he was never supposed to gain the power he got ahold of. That’s what was going through Japanese’s mind as they were arguing with Nunnally.

She looked at him wide eyed and he could almost be able to see how the wall of trust they’d built together cracked ever so lightly, as the young empress lowered her gaze and sighed.

“Zero, this is an order. Tell Lloyd to have it ready by tomorrow,” there was such unfamiliar coldness in her tone that it made Suzaku stop in his tracks as she turned around in the wheelchair and started to drive away from him.

It was unfamiliar from her, yet.. so familiar from Lelouch.

There was hardly a day when he didn’t think of him. Either cursing him or praying to him to come back.

He didn’t wear a mask right now, because they were talking in the empress’ private rooms where no servants had access to, so he could be himself around here, yet.. yet she addressed him as Zero.

Suzaku’s green eyes shifted slowly, now looking at his feet.

He was clothed in the purple costume with gold lines, purple gloves and a white puff scarf tucked into the shirt. He hated it. He hated all of it. Every single fibre.

He fell to his knees, breath catching in his throat and he felt the familiar dizziness coming into motion.

He was having a panic attack.

It wasn’t anything new to him and Suzaku found out that the best way to fight it is to let it flow. Let it consume him and shiver uncontrollably, salty tears falling from his eyes onto the red carpet as he bowed his head to the floor.

He was alone possibly in the whole floor so there would be no one watching. No one acknowledging how much pain this human being has to endure, when his only wish is to die.. and when he can’t possibly even do that.

When he finally felt the convulsions stop and dizziness drifted away he sat up on the ground, lifting a hand to his face with a sigh that echoed through the richly decorated halls.

“What a fucking day,” man whispered to himself, slowly getting up and taking the mask of Zero, putting it on, feeling the material close surely around his head so no one could possible guess his true identity anymore.

The stare that nobody could see was deprived of any emotion. Now he was just a faceless person with a mission from the empress.

He went straight to Lloyd’s engineering wing, passing the painting of himself in the white suit as the pilot of the Lancelot, a piece of black cloth at the side of the golden frame, meaning that he’s still being mourned by the genius technician.

“Nunnally vi Britannia demands for the device to be ready by tomorrow,” he said sternly, never adjusting his cape as Lelouch always did - a waste of time and a touch that’s soaked with pretentiousness.

“Of course, Zero, your wish is my command! It’s almost ready anyways,” engineer answered, sitting alone by the table where he continued to work on some cables and connections to various pieces of metal.

He was offered to gain at least a dozen of good workers that could help him in his experiments but earl declined, saying that there’s nothing much to invent without his beautiful pilot and no grandiose war going on between Britannia and Japan anymore.

Suzaku just curtly nodded at that, staying watching him for a moment longer than necessary, just wishing he could reveal to him who he really is and that his pilot is still alive and well and could try some of his new knightmares if he ever makes some.

“Lloyd-san, it’s break time!” suddenly rung a high pitched voice through the empty working space as Cecile came closer to both of them with a little tray rattling with silverware and some food on the surface.

“Oh, Zero, I didn’t notice you come in,” she said sheepishly and smiled, pulling the tray towards him a little in an offering.

“Don’t you want to stay and have lunch with us?” she asked in her sweet voice, the one she uses when she wants to make the good impression, but Suzaku just sighed.

These two were the only people who didn’t really judge him. Even when they didn’t know his true identity, it almost seemed like they were friends like they were before. He liked spending time here, but possibly couldn’t keep them company in eating, since.. he couldn’t really take off his helmet.

“Cecile-san, you know that I mustn’t reveal my identity, hence I can’t keep you company at lunch. Only if I sat by the table without taking a single bite,” he said, a soft smile finally breaking to his lips, making the corners of his mouth go up just a little bit.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, finally realising why this offer wouldn’t work out, but then she said “oh” again and quickly made a beeline towards the main doors, locking them.

“But what if! I locked the main entrance so nobody could come in while we’re eating,” she started enthusiastically and then made another small run towards the light switch, looking with hope at her boss and then the masked man, “and we would also eat in pitch darkness, so you could finally enjoy something with acquaintances, like a normal person?” she smiled and then blinked comically, correcting herself and laughing nervously, “I’m not saying that you’re not normal, of course, I’m just. I realise that it must be hard to be wearing a mask all the time, mustn’t it?” she finished carefully, biting her lower lip.

“Cecile-kun, you’re making Zero intrigued, I think!” Lloyd barked a loud laugh, looking over at his ex-subordinate, “What do you say, Zero? I promise you no peeking!” he teased and got closer to him, wiggling his brows.

Suzaku couldn’t help himself but felt his smile growing wider at that suggestion. There really was no risk, right?

Did Cecile want to try it for a while now? Because it seems like a thought of plan, after all.

*If I keep shielding myself from others I might as well go insane sooner or later.. What’s the harm in one, pitch black lunch, right?..*

Suzaku thought to himself and then nodded.

“Okay, why not?” he said, making Cecile excitedly jump in the air and Lloyd lean deeper into his chair with a pleased hum.

“Alright! On the count of three I’ll turn off the lights and then.. hopefully make it to you guys without any problem!” she explained and on the count of three she really turned off the lights.

Suzaku wasn’t rushing in taking off his helmet, at first waiting for Cecile to make it safely to their little table. It.. was really dark.

“Cecile-san, please be careful,” he said, now being kind of nervous for his friend.

“I’m okayyy!” in the end of the sentence she yelped, because her outstretched arm collided with Zero’s mask, making a low thud, “I.. suppose I made it to the table, right?” she laughed and Suzaku gave out a chuckle as well, carefully putting her hand aside, so she could find the chair to sit on in this ridiculous darkness.

“Okay, so.. I’ll just warn you that I won’t be speaking while we’re eating, because I have a voice modifier inside that distorts my original voice,” Kururugi explained carefully, waiting for their reactions.

“Ahhh, so you can’t be tracked even by voice recognition, that’s very smart!” mused Lloyd, already, what it seemed, with a mouthful of food, “Or you’re someone who we know, so you don’t want to be recognised! But that’s less probable than the first point,” he concluded to himself, now apparently drinking something.

“I won’t comment on that, Lloyd-san,” Suzaku said and then sighed, “Itadakimasu.”

And with that, the only sound in the room despite the munching on the food was the noise of Zero’s mask unzipping and being put near him on the ground.

Japanese inhaled sharply, filling his chest with some fresh air, even though they were inside.

He finally scratched his nose and then rubbed his eyes, using all of the time he has without a mask. Being without it in public was a really rare occasion, so he felt ecstatic, thinking that.. maybe one day his life might get better.

Once he took a big bite of some veggie balls that were on the plate in front of him, he already wanted to say how delicious it is, especially compared to first things she ever cooked for them, but then stopped himself, instead just gulping down the food.

He noticed that the other two were silent as well, probably honouring the fact that one of this trio cannot talk. How nice of them, truly.

During the whole process he was careful of sounds to be able to in time put a mask back on if needed, but nothing really happened. He only heard some clicking, as if someone was taking glasses on and off two times, but other than that, nothing. It was probably Lloyd messing around anyways.

He sighed with relief when he finished, reluctant to put the mask back on. Despite of being in the dark for so long, his eyes didn’t adjust and he still couldn’t see anything, probably because the place was really devoid of all light at the moment.

Then he shook his head to himself, thinking that revealing his identity would be too risky at the current situation, so he put the mack back on, making a clicking sound in the dark.

“I’ll turn the light back on,” Suzaku said and luckily didn’t collide with anything on his way there.

Once the light was back on, the trio grunted in unison, their eyes certainly not being able to absorb this all at once.

He didn’t sit back down to the portable table but just stood next to it, looking at Cecile.

“Thank you for the meal, it was very delicious,” he said, smiling at her.

“I’m glad it was,” when she lifted her dark blue eyes at him, it looked like she’s been crying, so he got instantly worried.

“Are you okay?!” he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“I am, thank you, it’s just the sudden light,” she laughed weakly in response, placing her gentle palm on top of his hand, squeezing a little.

Suzaku then pulled away and nodded, still with a warm aftertaste of being treated like an actual friend or an acquaintance.

“I’ll get going then. See you tomorrow, Lloyd-san,” Zero turned away on his heels and made his way from the engineering lab.

“Cecile-kun, the tears weren’t from the lighting, were they?” once they were alone, Lloyd looked at her with a pleased grin, swiftly putting his hand into her pocket and taking night vision glasses out of there, waving them in the air in front of her, “Who is he?”

“I’m sorry, Lloyd-san, but I’m afraid I can’t tell you,” she said with a warm smile, a single tear falling down her cheek, “but he is a good person. We can definitely trust him.”

Life went at significantly slower pace in the countryside than in the city. Nobody was busy.. there actually was *nobody*. Only him and C.C.

The perfect solitude life for two sinners who wanted to make their wishes come true.

Lelouch was just in the middle of harvesting some plants from their little farm, taking breaks every so often because his physique didn’t improve even in conditions like this.

The strew hat oh his head protected him from the angry sun that was shining though the eternity of summer in these lands.

“C.C., can you please get me a container for these? I think it’s better to grow them inside, they’re dying out there on all this heat,” ex-emperor barged into their house with two plants in his hands, taken out of the ground with the roots, waiting for help from the green haired companion he had by his side.

“Uh-huh, sure,” she put away the knitting equipment and lowered her bare legs from the table she was resting on, getting up to her feet, making a beeline for the back room, where the junk of all sorts was stored. For situations like this.

She looked around the whole room, noticing old Zero suit just hanging by the wall, some markers and scissors peeking out of the pockets. She sighed and lowered her olive eyes, finally finding what her partner has asked her for.

With two brown-ish pots in hands she went back and put them on the floor in from of the skinny man, returning to the back room once again to get some fresh soil for the poor plants.

Then she came back for the second time, plopping next to the bag with terra, tearing it open and pouring the soil into the pots.

Lelouch was looking at her this whole time, as if exploring every millimetre of her pale skin. He did it often now. Paying more attention to the details and that made him even the better deduction master than he’s been before.

Sherlock Holmes was onto something, truly.

He could now finally put the plants into their new home now, patting the ground with his elegant fingers, making sure they’re steady in it.

Then he placed them next to the dining table and wanted to go out again.

“Lelouch,” simply said C.C., taking her knitting needles in hands alongside the purple yarn which for the most part was being dragged behind her as she followed him outside.

“Hm?” was the only answer she got, as Lelouch continued taking care of the garden, completely immersed in the activity.

Or maybe his mind was thousand miles away..

“I miss you,” she stated, still knitting, kind of furiously, even though her face was unchanging.

“What? I’m right here,” he chuckled, his hands firmly in the ground, making sure that the plants have enough space to grow and expand.

“No. The old you, the one who was always in motion, who didn’t let life stop him, the one who made me feel like life is a game worth winning,” she said, her hands slowing down in the tempo of her activity, “I feel like you’re losing yourself too.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment after that, working like some gardener, brows furrowed together.

“But we won, C.C. This might not be the life that you nor I want to live, but that’s a small price to pay for the world to stay in peace, don’t you think?” he finally met her eyes, lifting his amethysts from the greenery.

“What about Nunnally? Don’t you wanna see her?” there was no hesitation in her voice as the man got up from his knees and pointed a finger at her in a warning manner.

“I told you to never say her name aloud..” he whispered, no signs of anger on his face, only sadness pooling in his dark, beautiful eyes.

“So you just want to forget her? Or what? What’s your plan?” she stood on her tiptoes now to get closer to his face, talking in the same semi-whispering way, not willing to step down.

This kind of rivalry was the thing that kept these two going in the most dire times when they just wanted to fuck it all and return to the old swing of things.

“I have no plan,” said Lelouch so closely to her lips that at some point of his phrase they touched and he then pulled away, making his way back to the house.

“Hm. What a sore loser,” she mused with a smile on her face, following him and plopping herself on the couch, knitting away.

For the rest of the day they didn’t exchange a single word.

Suzaku was dreading today. The day started already badly from the beginning.

He woke up with a headache and outside was pouring rain, attacking large windows in his private rooms, sound echoing through the space that lacked furniture.

Despite having amazing athletic skills, the curly haired boy was still very skinny for his height and his depression often made him feel like he doesn’t even need or deserve to eat anything.

He sat on the bed, white shirt loose on his shoulders, shuddering to himself.

It was so dark. And lonely. Everyday was the same. Lonely, lonely, lonely. Alone. Echo drifting through the void of his existence, springing off the rich, gold decorated walls which mean absolutely nothing to him.

He hated to reside in the royal palace but he would hate even more to be somewhere alone.

Here he at least has Nunnally... someone who knows completely and unconditionally who he is.

His first plan of action each morning is to wake her up, let her dress and then go together to the dining hall and have breakfast. Only after that they would proceed to go on official side of the business.

When he came to her room and saw an empty bed his heart sunk uncomfortably fast and Kururugi rushed to it, seeing a note neatly folded on the sheets.

*I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand, but I will be in my office earlier today. Have something to eat and then bring me the finalised Product. We’ll hold the ceremony in the evening.”

It said and he slowly slid his fingers over the letters, face growing grim.

The product.. she meant the geass button. His stomach curled up and he started to feel nauseous.

If any doctor would see Suzaku right now, they would probably tell him to take a vacation at least for a month and rest for the eternity of it.

There was no professional to stop him, though, so he just stepped hard on all of his emotions, knitting his brows together, putting the Zero mask on.

He marched from the private empress wing and saw quite a lot of commotion, probably because of the speech that Nunally will be giving later.

A lot of people started coming up to him, saying “Zero please do this and that” and Kururugi just waved them all away, for once without any capacity left to feel guilty that he can’t help with preparations.

Soon enough young man found himself in the technician part of the palace where everything was more silent. Way easier to bear the silence here than in his room, he noticed.

“Ah, Zero, welcome!” mused Lloyd, greeting his with open arms, “Everything is ready! Still don’t understand why would the empress need such a device that never brought nothing good but I guess it is not my business to ask, am I right?” he smirked and looked at the masked person, hands on hips.

“It indeed isn’t,” said Suzaku in the low tone, just being fed up with this day. He’d much rather take off his mask and tell the whole world that his death was a lie instead of even touching the device that can inflict such a power. Power that he despises.

But he can’t do that. He can’t do that because he is a slave. He always will be. Lelouch was right. He just lets people to spit on him over and over, in the end not changing a single thing in the grand scheme of things.

Suzaku wasn’t the greatest politician, despite his dad rooting heavily in politics, and so japanese were actually still being oppressed. He just didn’t know how to solve it. He wasn’t as great of a leader as Lelouch was, as the real Zero was.

He’s just a mere replacement that can’t even do his job right.

So he will take the geass button that Nunnally requested from his friend that doesn’t even know who he is, he will ignore Cecile-san as she comes in just seconds before he leaves and waves enthusiastically at him, he will continue in his heavy steps all the way to the palace, he will shrug off every single interviewer that wants to have a discussion with Zero, leader of a nation, he will knock on empress’ office where she is ready for the speech to give to the whole population. And he will bow down before her, getting on one knee, giving her the power he hates. She will just curtly nod at him and then put the device carefully in her lap, just out of reach of the camera. He will stand beside her as Zero, and there will be silence before the broadcast.

He is just a servant. Merely that.

“Nunnally,” he said, devoid of any emotion left, “you still won’t tell me which order are you going to give?” he was looking straight into the tv screen in front of them, as the countdown showed still two minutes left before the beginning of the stream.

“No,” she said seriously, looking at the same direction, tensing up.

“So it will work on me and I won’t even know, huh,” his tone was now softer and quieter, accepting the fact that his most loved person alive is essentially doing what he hated the most.

“No. I got that checked up, Suzaku,” in her voice could be heard a small smile, probably a sad one, as she continued “Apparently the order that my brother gave you was so powerful that you’re immune to any different type of geass,” she said with a deep sigh, “so you’ll hear it and won’t be affected. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

He couldn’t answer her anything on that because the timer was already up and the political duo went live to the millions of people that were watching, all around the globe.

The topic of the speech was supposed to be about more liberation rights for Japan, so that created a lot of so-called “hype” amongst the citizens, britannians as well as japanese. The maximum amount of people were watching and they will all obey the empress. That was the plan.

“Nunnally vi Britannia commands you,” with hearing these words Suzaku got goosebumps, his hands squeezing the handles of her wheelchair as much as he could to prevent himself from doing anything that he might regret later, “please, everyone who is watching this or hearing this, forget about the fact that the 99th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire was Lelouch vi Britannia. From now on, you will all remember him as just a person without a face, someone who wanted to rule the entire world, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Lelouch,” she said, after pressing the button.

Even a normal person could feel a literal surge of some energy coming out of the room they were in and Suzaku widened his eyes as he heard the order.

His mouth hung open as he was trying to make sense of what she just said.

Nunnally cleared Lelouch’s name.

Nunnally... cleared Lelouch’s name.

Kururugi couldn’t focus on anything that the empress proceeded to talk about after that, staring blankly at the wall and for the first time he was genuinely glad that he was wearing a mask, so that nobody could see his shocked expression.

A/N: this fic can be now found on ao3! i wont be updating it here on tumblr because that would be just too many chapters and that's just... too much work fdsjfjsf

#code geass fanfiction #code geass #suzalulu #suzalulu fanfic #suzaku kururugi #lelouch lamperouge #suzaku kururugi fanfic #lelouch lamperouge fanfic #im SO PROUD of this work i hope people will notice it

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darkelite020 · 4 years ago

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Bad Batch thoughts & predictions Ep 12

Continuing these written reactions/predictions somewhere cause itd be fun I think to see what actually ends up happening and remembering what I thought at the time so im dumping it here, youre welcome. (Feel free to discuss if you want) if you want to keep up with it im gonna be tagging these as #jay rambles about bb

- So I sort of expected it by the end of last episode but it seems like last episode was a start of an episode arc about hera's family, which, for rebel's fans I'm sure it's cool and exciting and maybe answers some questions or will actually show things discussed in rebels maybe, but as someone who hasn't seen rebels yet, I really hope this episode and the next few have more bad batch screentime, cause we were a little robbed last episode lol (but in a way I do still enjoy this stuff too, because im sure when I DO watch rebels it'll make the experience better). -- I'm not disliking this arc or anything, but up to this point we've kind of had almost mandalorian style 'one episode one adventure' sorts of episodes, and personally I really hope we get more of that (which I think we will), because while this is all new content and everything, we all have to admit clone wars had some less interesting filler arcs here and there, and I just hope bb doesn't fall the same way (across all of its seasons, im not very concerned about it so far from what we've seen of season 1) because if there is filler, I'd rather sit through a couple of the one episode stories, rather than a 3-4 episode story that takes nearly a month to get through if im disliking it, mostly for the fact that even if we got those 1 ep fillers, its more stories and more likely I'd like at least one. ---kinda rambling about this unnecessarily atm cause while again right now I think bb is fine, I just want the future to be that way too. - fffff every time I see howzer on screen I think of that fucking audio thats "here comes the boy, hello boy~" and honestly can you blame me he is so precious like ugh I swear dave you better be nice to him -- YOU CAN TELL HE FEELS SO BAD AND GUILTY LIKE IT HURTS - hey admiral can you not be MEAN to howzer when he is trying to be fucking helpful -- ;-; BRO im saying it so much already but I feel so bad for howzer like dude someone help him --- imo it feels like its sort of setting up howzer for something more important in the show kinda, at least for his character. Like we can clearly tell he doesn't really agree with the empire and I think they're going to do something with that. He's probably undercover for someone against the empire but I get the bad feeling they're gonna pull a Fives and have him go against the empire and help everyone else somehow but then he will probably end up dead because we cant have nice things. - hello cross... bet you wont be saved this episode - Ok good, some more bad batch here already. -- ALSO GONKY BEING DEFECTIVE!!!! EVEN GONKY IS DEFECTIVE LIKE BB THATS SO CUTE! - uh, im not the only one getting the leia transmission vibes from hera, right? -- ok, again I haven't seen rebels so I dont know BUT if hera has the ability to talk to bb, couldn't she have done so in rebels? Yeah she's older and im sure better at fighting and defending herself and all that, but wouldn't it still be possible for her to have gotten in some kind of rough situation in Rebels to ask for bb's help again? I super doubt bb made any appearance of any kind in Rebels, so doesn't that imply that she lost communications with them? What happens to bad batch >> - bad batch not wanting to help but because omega really wants to you can see its making hunter soften up and I appreciate it - bruh what??? Taa is dead af, like theres no way the show is gonna pull some magic and be like 'oh yep here he is' thing??? Like this has to be a lie, but even then, what even is the plan here?? Saying "oh hes recovering" well he can't be recovering forever, how does that seem like a good plan to lie about that?? People are gonna find out?? - "Great just what we need" from Wrecker about crosshair MAKES ME ANGRY LIKE??? YES?? DONT BE MAD AT HIM ITS NOT HIS FAULT??? SAVE YOUR FUCKING BOY??? -- oooo then the rest of bb doesn't comment about it literally gsjrkgbdkfbg why do they not care about him???? Like it seems they legitimately dont care about crosshair, even though theyve been together for so long like even before the show came out they

had history together and were all really close. I know people argue "oh well its just difficult to save him and its unrealistic for them right now" but so what? Even if they aren't trying to save him they should at least CARE about him. --- Which is also like the thing with echo and fives!!!! Like Echo didn't seem to care much at all when Rex mentioned fives even a little! Or even about seeing Rex that much!! Dave I'm gonna need some answers my guy, cause you humanized these characters but then you dont make them act that way so like whats up. - Lucky hunters abilities came in handy - Back to crosshair for a second im predicting they 100% arent saving him this season. There was a poster released part way through the season and he's not even on it... makes me so sad. - "I'd do the same for you." ;-; that didnt need to get that deep - CROSSHAIR BETTER NOT START SHIT WITH HOWZER - Howzer helping Hera's parents or at least implying that is good but that also means im right so far and therefore worried >> -- HES GOING TO GET FUCKING CAUGHT I BET TALKING TO THEM LIKE THIS AT SOME POINT AND HOW MUCH DO YOU WANNA BET ITS GONNA BE CROSSHAIR THAT CATCHES HIM --- Cham stfu its literally so obvious that howzer is trying to be genuine, also if he's kind of undercover for him like what the fuck do you expect howzer to do if he has to play along with the empire to keep his cover?? "Won't make that mistake again" Fuck off like honestly. ---- #stopbeingmeantohowzer2021 - "A little help" and the gentle "Hey" ahh love it - I'm really enjoying this whole them fighting in the ships sequence - "Stay here and guard the capitol" SCARES ME -- Please for the love of god bad batch don't get howzer killed --- or plot B Bad batch maybe run into howzer but save him and take him with you at least temporarily ---- oh god.... bb is helping heras parents escape and that means howzers gonna get in trouble.../probably replaced by crosshair - Crosshair is smart but thats also badddd - The scene of howzer and crosshair looking at each other is killing meeeeeeeee - Ohhh is howzer gonna stop them before they go out the door? -- YES HE IS SEE WHAT A GOOD BOY HE IS - (please fucking listen to him I beg) - Aw dude I just had a thought that breaks my heart... howzer cares about his squad and "trying to get through to them" but what if his squad is clones as well and the chips... that hurts me so badly... -- Like we all know howzer is a sweet boy by now but ughhh like the thought that he doesnt want to leave them even though they are doing whats wrong shows just how much he cares and I really hope he doesn't get into trouble because of what he's saying to them, but you know he totally would do it because he seems to care about them so much and :( bad batch more like sad batch --- This is the kind of compassion I wanted from bb for crosshair hunter kind of looks back at howzer as they leave him and I doubt itll mean anything but I really hope that maybe seeing how much howzer cares will make hunter care a little too... - *sigh* howzer is getting left behind by them which we know why but yeah... now he's definitely going to be in trouble... I just hope they don't hurt him... - OH GOD HOWZER BABY DONT -- He's making a speech and I know he's trying to sway them but you know damn well this is gonna go so badly for him because of the chips and crosshair is watching so you know howzer is gonna get fucked here and I know what hes trying for but I really wish he didnt just do that because now its blatantly obvious he's gonna be against them ;-; - Wow ok im kinda shocked people are siding with him (I guess cause theyre not all clones right) but I feel so bad for themmmmm - Crosshair missed multiple shots? Uh what? I didnt think that was possible lol - bb please come back for howzer and the others at some point.... -- I guess maybe if hera's parents are going to organize rebels against the empire maybe they will help them but I somewhat doubt it... - Ok I know that crosshair requesting to hunt them was supposed to be this big moment and all but I

can't help but feel like its a little underwhelming (but dont get me wrong still cool vibes) because he's kind of already been doing that anyway?? Or has tried to several times?? So I don't get why its a big deal, however, I do have a possible prediction: We know that bb got their chips removed, (crosshair doesn't, I know that) and so that eliminates the idea that they will get caught and actually go bad like crosshair, but it does leave a possibility where maybe they get captured and then *pretend* to be bad? And that could lead to a better possibility of helping crosshair (they wont) or maybe howzer and the other rebels or something? Cause I also feel like its significant that they brought up how the war will eventually come to them and bb will be a part of it no matter what eventually, and it makes obvious sense theyd be on the rebels side of it, so maybe something like that goes on, idk.

#bad batch #bad batch spoilers episode 12 #I would still die for howzer honestly he just continues to prove he is the sweetest boy #tcw spoilers #jay rambles about bb #star wars #the clone wars #bad batch spoilers #the bad batch

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qweeby · 5 years ago

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Nine Lives To Short Part 4: Not Yours To Lose

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Paring: Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Angst

Taglist @foxypuppy @bakuhoetoedoroki

Plot: You only have 9 days to tell him how you feel but maybe 9 days just isn't enough

-The time as come for your date-

"You ready, Cat?" Shinsou asks opening the taxi door "Yeah I'm ready Shinsou" you say with smile.

" JUST GET IN CAR YOU IDIOTS!" Katsuki yells while he kicks Hitoshi in the back "Ok Ok calm down Bakugou!".

All of you get in taxi, you in the middle, Shinsou on the left and Bakugo on the right. "Again why is Bakugo coming on our date?"

Kaminari closes the taxi door " Because I'm broke, Izuku has training to do and plus...."

Bakugo takes it wallet and waves a credit card in your face " I have Icy Hot's credit card!".

Izuku looks surprised " Hey I-isnt that Endeavor's?...."

Without saying a word Bakugo just rolls up the window sticking his tongue out at the both of them. "KACCHAN DON'T WASTE EVERYTHING ON ENDEAVOR'S CREDIT CARD!"

" LIKE LOSING 50 CENT IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT TO THE NUMBER 1 HERO SHUT UP DEKU! AND YOU DARE TELL ICY HOT".

Bakugo kicks the drivers set "THIS IS YOUR FAULT FOR NOT PULLING OFF EARLIER! DRIVE DUMBASS!"

The taxi takes drives off, you slap Bakugou in the back of the head " What's wrong with you don't talk to the driver like that! HE'S LITERALLY THE ONE DRIVING US TO OUR DESTINATION"

"Tch, be glad I got this extra moving this damn thing".

Hitoshi sigh while you and Bakugo argue back and forth " Hey Y/N"

You and Bakugo are pulling on each other's face pinching one other but then stop to look at Shinsou "Yeah?"

"OI DON'T IGNORE ME!"

"That eyepatch that Denki gave you is it bothering you?"

"OH YEAH THE EYEPATCH" while the boys were visiting you Kaminari gave you an Eyepatch for your "messed up eye" as a get well soon gift that he asked Momo to make.

"It's fine Hitoshi you don't have to keep checking in on me"

"Well that's not true I should always be checking in on you I basically have to since you like to keep secrets"

The taxi stops at a red light....behind a line of traffic.

"Secrets? What about my secrets am I not aloud to have them Shinsou?"

Hitoshi crosses his arms "Well when you keep secrets about the pain you're feeling that's definitely not something to keep to yourself but here you are". You look at Shinsou but he doesn't look at you he actually turns away from you facing the window.

"Hitoshi...."

" OI WHY DID WE STOP MOVING?"

The taxi driver looks back at Bakugo and points to the now green, " WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU POINTING AT THE LIGHT IS GREEN KEEP IT MOVING!".

" Hitoshi what's up with you why are you acting like this?"

Hitoshi face palm's "I've been like this for the pass week! I've noticed you've been acting weird first it's asking for your quirk to be Erasure by Aizawa then you don't eat lunch! THEN you asked that stupid hypothetical".

" YOU'RE STILL ON THE QUESTION"

"YES YOU THINK I JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT THE NEXT DAY HELL THE ONLY WAY I KNEW YOU WERE HURTING WAS BECAUSE I HAD USED MY QUIRK ON YOUR DAD.

You look away from Shinsou crossing your arms as well shouting at him "YOU USED YOUR QUIRK ON MY DAD WHAT HECK SHINSOU WHAT'S !WRONG WITH YOU. Do you think this is easy for me? having to deal with that fact that I'm running out of time and I only have 9 days left to live! You think I can just blurt that out!".

Hitoshi finally looks at you but the look in his eyes....the look of despair is all you see.

"What...."

"Shinsou i-...I can explain...."

"YOU'RE DYING IN 9 DAYS! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!"

"Hitoshi...this isn't the time or place to talk about this!" You lean back hitting you head on the window but then you realize, " Wait I'm sitting in the middle how did I hit the window, why didn't I hit Baku...BAKUGO!

You and Hitoshi stick your heads out of the window to see Bakugo jumping on top of each car and truck hoping car to car making his way back to the taxi from the front of the line of traffic yelling " OI YOU SHITTY DRIVER!"

" BAKUGO GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THIS TAXI".

Bakugo being Bakugo ignore you and stomps on the hood of the taxi " SHITTY FUCKING DIVER ANSWER MY QUESTION!"

"Y-yes?.."

" YOUR QUIRK TELL ME WHAT IT IS NOW! RIGHT NOW"

" W-when I tap my foot I-i can make people see different colors... it's not special why d -do you ask....".

Explosions pop in Katsuki's hand like someone lit thousands of firecrackers all at once " IT'S YOU YOU'RE THE REASON WHY EVERYONE IS STUCK HERE DAMMIT THAT LIGHT ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE FUCK BLUE! IT'S SUPPOSE TO BE GREEN LIKE DEKU!".

The taxi driver claps his hands turning off his quirk making the traffic light turn back to green.

" W-what do I do now-".

Bakugo steps on the windshield cracking it.

" When I get in that back seat you better STEP.ON.THE.FUCKING.PETALLLL!!! YOU GOT IT!" The taxi driver nods with tears in his eyes waiting for Katsuki to get back in taxi.

Bakugou walks to back of the taxi getting in as he grinds his teeth slamming the door, " AND QUIT YOUR JOB WHEN YOU DROP US OFF YOU SUCK AT DOING SUCH A BASICALLY HUMAN REQUIREMENT I FUCKING QUIRKLESS WANNABE CAN DO THIS 50 TIMES FUCKING FASTER AND BETTER!".

The driver rides off while you and Hitoshi are left dumb founded " Bakugo....what the actual fuck". Bakugo ignores the both of them "Shut up! Don't say a word to me it's not me who you should be talking to right now."

Hitoshi puts his hood over his head " That's what I meant back keeping secret...what the hell am I suppose to do with that information"

" I don't know! Do what you will with it!"

" THAT'S WHAT YOU SAY! DO WHAT YOU WILL WITH IT?!"

You go quite as you hear that spine chilling voice once again.

He says...." You are such a fool"

" AND THERE YOU GO NOT SAYING ANYTHING!"

"HITOSHI SHUT THE HELL UP WHY ARE YOU SO WORKED UP ABOUT EVERYONE IS GONNA DIE! You are never gonna know when you will die! We could die in a car crashes right now and say fuck my 9 days left! THAT'S HOW THE WORLD IS!".

Hitoshi grabs you by your shoulder and hood falls off but in the process of it falling you and Bakugo see his his tearful face.

" It's not suppose to happen to you Y/n NOT THIS EARLY W-WE STILL HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO-"

You punch the back the head of the driver's seat yelling " WAKE UP HITOSHI I'M NOT YOURS TO LOSE!"

"How could you say that.... your gonna lose him Y/N"

" I need to get out of this car right now..."

Hitoshi says as he unlocks his side of the taxi the door.

" Hey! Where are you going! Hitoshi!"

" Don't say what you think he's just blowing off steam...but you'll explode....it always come to that point"

The clouds above start to settle making there dark night sky into grey gloomy night.

" Where are you going back to her!?!"

He stops walking "Of course he does".

" Who told you..."

You start to laugh as rain lightly pours down, " Ha HA WOW! Looks whose keeping secrets now!"

" Tch it's technically not a secret if you knew for a while"

"Hitoshi don't get smart with me just get back in the car please".

"No I'm not getting in".

In the blink of a eye the rain turns from a light shower to heavy, the sound of every droplet hitting the ground can be heard.

Bakugo closes his eyes as he knows what's about to happen "Fucking dumbass's"

" Hitoshi get in the car!"

"IM NOT GETTING IN THE CAR"

"FINE GO BACK TO HATSUME!"

Hitoshi clenches his fist "MEI HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU DIEING SO DON'T BRING HER INTO THIS IT'S NOT HER FAULT"

" Y/N...you are such a fool" the cat says as he lays ontop of the car rooftop.

" IF ANYTHING IT'S YOUR FALUT! YOU'RE THE REASON IM GONNA DIE!"

Hitoshi just turns away and continues to walk away "YEAH GO AHEAD WALK AND DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT IF I DIE IT WILL BE ON YOU HITO-"

Bakugo covers your mouth and pulls you back into the car "You really don't know when to shut up, Oi driver...the petal STEP ON IT!"

They drive off as Shinsou walks away in the rain.

"Bakugo let me go!" " No dumbass just stop fighting! He's gone ok....he's gone".

You holds bakugou's arm " h-he's gone...." you snatch off the eye patch throwing it out of the window while the purple sits on your lap.

"You made him leave, why even act surprised it was only a matter of time"

"....Bakugou where are we even going?"

" Where the hell else we're going on a date"

You glare at Bakugou "reallllllllly??? But why?"

Bakugou turns his head away blush while he pets your head running his finger through your hair "If you do have only a limited time....I wanna treat nice so we don't end on bad terms and plus I don't need a fucking spirit haunting me".

You smile right after that you place your hand on Bakugou's face " Bakugo that's so sweet of you" " Tch shut up dimwit"

-A few minutes go by-

You and Bakugou lay in the taxi though Bakugou is awake while you sleep, he's been calling Hitoshi but it just goes straight to voicemail.

" Stupid Cat lover I can't believe he left me with her like that when I see that idiot I'll give I'm a piece of my mind"

"Umm sir this is your stop?"

"YEAH JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS SHIT"

Bakugo kicks open the door stepping out the car with you on his back. He walks towards the restaurant but then stops as the taxi driver honks the horn " I-I dont get a tip?...."

"A tip?....YOU WANT A TIP I'LL GIVE YOU A FUCKING TIP HOW ABOUT YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF AND YOUR SHITTY QUIRK AND YOUR SHITTY TAXI SERVICE! NEVER EVER GET BEHIND THE WHEEL AFTER TONIGHT!".

The taxi driver speeds off leaving dust in bakugou's face "I'm gonna find him later and kill him"

" Thanks for making my eardrums bleed"

"Thanks for waking up just in time for dinner".

You get off of Bakugou's back stretching and yawning "Hey before we go in I want you to know something", "Hm? Yeah?".

"No matter what happens to you if you die or not...always know that every second is a gift".

He turns to you holding out his hand "So come on chances like this happens once in a lifetime don't waste this second".

You take Bakugou's hand " I wouldn't dream of missing this gift.

For the rest of the night you and Bakugo have a fantastic time, you start to see a side of him that no one else's sees. Bakugou can be caring sweet and kind regardless of those facts he's still Bakugou so you know when the bill came he was outraged and made a scene.

-Meanwhile with Hitoshi as he was making his way home-

Hitoshi looks across the street and stares at you house and thinks about he used his quirk on your dad it reminds him of all the words people used to say about him and his quirk

"You a Hero HaHa! You're kidding right Hitoshi!"

"A hero who brainwash people come on get real that'll never work"

" Your qurik isn't really fit for a hero"

".....it's was you that made me believe I could be someone more"

Shisou think's back to the day you stop up for him when he was being picked on by the other kids.

"HEY! DONT MAKE FUN OF SHINSOU! I think his quirk is super cool! He'll be a really cool hero that saves the night! The Awesome Hero MindFreak!"

"Mind Freak....I like it..."

"See Shinsou likes it!"

" Of course Y/n thinks Shinsou's cool you think anyone with a power is cool"

"I bet you she wants to be a hero too! With no quirk? Now that funny!"

"Don't listen to them Shinsou I know that one day people will see how great you are like I do You'll be a great hero !"

Hitoshi frowns while muttering " A great hero....that's funny because how could a great hero make such a rookie mistake".

"I'm no great hero....I wouldn't even call myself a villain. If the reason for your pain is me....if I'm the reason for your death then I'm nothing but a monster".

He drys his eyes before walking inside "Nothing but a monster."

♡♡♡♡♡♡💔💔💔

Even though tonight ended with a somewhat happy ending for one of our heroes the clock is still ticking

"And we are finally on track with on plans of stopping".

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #y/n #mha x y/n #shinsou hitoshi #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #denki kaminari #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou x reader #kacchan #katsukibakugou

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dumbdancemomssideblog · 5 years ago

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S1E1: The Competition Begins

okie dokie first ever episode of dance moms rewatch starts now :0 i actually remember watching this the very first time it aired on lifetime because i was channel surfing and saw a commercial for it earlier that day. that was the summer between 8th and 9th grade. ah memories... i didnt know what to expect because i did dance when i was a kid but not on a competition team and it was mostly ballet so i was pretty unfamiliar with this whole world.

anyway lets begin. this is probably gonna be a longer post than what i’ll end up writing for the other episodes in season 1 bc the first episode introduces so much info, just a heads up

Act 1: (aside: yes its insufferable to divide this into “acts” when its really just like “segments separated by commercial breaks” but thats how they’re called in actual tv scripts so im just going with that cuz i cant think of a better/easier way uwu)

god this is so fucking early 2010s lmao

i miss these days where they were just talented nobodies from pittsburgh on a low budget reality tv show that nobody even knew would be successful. and the bad hair and makeup but idk if that was also just a 2011 thing lol

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES GREEN SCREEN INTROS IM DYING

the chalkboard !!!! they werent doing the pyramid on the mirror yet

(apparently abby never did anything similar to the pyramid thing but the producers made her and it became a whole Thing on the show and thats why the moms were like wtf is this bullshit the first week)

mackenzie looks like a toddler. chloe is so tiny. theyre the 2 who changed the most physically over the course of the show

i remember watching this for the first time being used to ballet lyrical and jazz but never having done or really seen acro/gymnastics in dance choreo and being SO flabbergasted. i was thinking “a chin stand is not dancing what the actual hell” and yknow what? i was right

melissa: “my boyfriend knows how much i spend on dance because he signs the checks...............hermehhemrherrmehermh” (the most awkward laugh omg)

maddie is wearing a fucking bumpit in her hair i cannot

melissa deadass just said out loud “im here for my daughter im not here to make friends” ok everybody mark that one off on your catty women’s reality tv show bingo card!

camera man accidentally getting in the shot filming right in front of the huge wall-mirror.... what is this, amateur hour? i’ll let it slide since its the first day of filming rehearsal but step it up, boys

aw i forgot about maddie getting sick and crying :/ poor kid

melissa saying “i cant stand a chid that’s sick” sounds so edited like the intonation made it seem to me like they just cut her off mid-sentence i love lifetime

oh this was still when they were wearing normal stuff to class/rehearsal like black leotards bc they werent getting sent a trillion crazy 2-piece dancewear outfits for free yet bc they werent famous, man those were the days

Act 2:

[obligatory b-roll footage of downtown pittsburgh]

the maddie chloe paige trio !!!! this is making me feel so nostalgic

“knees together, paige. you’re bow-legged, you need to fix that”

“you’re tall, you’re skinny, you’re a beautiful girl, you can do better than this. FOCUS” shes like 10 abby what the hell

“people think im tough and i guess i am but i would rather be the one to make your kid cry in the privacy of my studio than at an open-call audition in front of hundreds of people”

okay unpopular opinion alert: i agree with a lot of what abby says about stuff like this but her delivery is flawed, to but it euphemistically, that being said i think the production team of the show and the fame inflating her ego changed all of this somewhere over the course of the second season and its really sad to see :/ i can expand on that thought later tho

aw paige crying bc abby correcting her (but not saying anything personal or out of line, just technique corrections (at based on what we were shown, we dont know everything she said oop)) shes a sensitive kid she never should have been put on this show :(

paige looks exactly like her mom i didnt realize that before

nia and holly were done so dirty throughout the whole series in terms of the narrative the producers set up about nia being the weakest link :/

Act 3:

cathy’s entire involvement in the show from the very beginning was so painfully obviously scripted (or at least heavily staged)

vivi was also done dirty by the show’s narrative and she was only 6 and they presented her as like the butt of the joke bc her mom’s “character” was crazy and also she wasnt good at dance. i wonder how she feels about the show now that shes a teenager hmm. she really seemed not to give a fuck about dance for better or for worse when she was a kid tho so maybe she doesnt care ?

in what universe would an owner of another competitive dance studio bring her own kid to another studio more than an hour’s drive away, AND be under the impression that she could compete with them in a week, especially when they showed the kids’ and moms’ shocked reaction at the start of the episode to having to learn a dance in a week and compete it? like really what is the point of cathy and vivi being a part of this show im so ????

Act 4:

THE MINISTER DAWN OUTBURST HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THIS

this fight is about 50% of what got them a full season 1 and then things took off from there tbh. the other 50% was the electricity dance but thats a point for next episode..... :)

“you’re a minister act like one” “YOU’RE RIGHT I AM A MINISTER! LET’S PLAY THE BIBLE GAME ABBY, WHEN JESUS SAW THINGS THAT WERE WRONG HE WENT AFTER THEM, AND YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DO THIS TO MY KID” ma’am i think the wrongs jesus addressed were of slightly more importance than a preteen being told she cant take a dance class if shes violating the studio’s dress code

this is so good bc it wasnt staged afaik and there are regular students all throughout the building just STARING at them like lmao what even is going on, so im pretty sure this is real???

regardless, yeah dont wear socks and a tshirt to an acrobatics class, thats common fucking sense

another cameraman-in-mirror sighting, but its hard to think about angles when filming spontaneous drama like this, so i wont count it against them

“you called me fat” (i remember that being in the episode but thats not on the episode available through lifetime on demand that im watching from my moms tv hmmmmmm) “i told you to close and tuck in your two-piece costume, theres a big difference. HOW CAN YOU REMEMBER THAT BUT YOU CAN’T REMEMBER TO TURN YOUR FEET OUT” uh scream

she really called the police on this woman i cannot handle this. can you imagine being a police officer responding to this call?

“we have a parent thats out of control. pardon? no shes doesnt have weapons, just her mouth” iconic

im sorry im still not over the hair and makeup. the flat hair with the side bangs. the black pencil eyeliner applied all the way around the eye. why did any of us think this was a look :( why did we do this :(

Act 5:

they went all the way to phoenix to compete 3 numbers, only 2 of which are shown in the episode.

i think this is the only time they ever went to west coast dance explosion because its an actual competition and they wouldnt allow filming after this lol i think they did go to wcde one weekend in addition to a competition where they were filming but it wasnt shown or mentioned at all

abby not wanting brooke and paige to have a french manicure on stage if theyre the only ones in the group with the french tips is perfectly valid idk why it was framed as some crazy micromanaging shit

i also am really not a fan of the whole “high functioning alcoholic wine mom/crazy stage mom” schtick they were pushing for the first few episodes of this show

in retrospect i feel like so many of the quips in this episode were intentionally fucking crazy just to get the audience engaged enough to want to watch more episodes...

“see those girls down there, those girls with the legs? thats who you’re up against, so step it up”

abby warning them that its dangerous for their little party hats to slip when they’re doing aerials and pirouettes and stuff: “what if you were at radio city music hall and they had the ice rink out and you were doing a side aerial and fell 13 stories down and died, huh?” fantastic point abby thank you for saying that to 5 girls ages 8-12 less than 5 minutes before they went on stage. perfect time for a teaching moment like that :)

i forgot how bad the camera work was in the first few episodes for footage of their performances. like they really didnt think the show’s audience would actually want to watch the kids dance, the producers and editors thought we just wanted to see stage mothers yelling at each other lol

also the mic feed over the music of abby talking to herself giving them corrections while watching them dance on stage.... im so glad they quit doing that. i dont remember them doing it like that for any other episode, i hope im right

this choreo is very basic and its a cute dance i guess but its very cringe in some places and for the first episode this is such a forgettable group routine

their scandalized reaction to placing third and the sad piano music is so funny honestly

and maddies reaction in the interview which was almost definitely fed to her by the producers where shes like “i win all the time i dont really know what its like to LOSE i always win or get runner up” so many of maddies lines from season 1 interviews sound so fake and she was probably too naive to know they were getting her to say that stuff so they could paint her as a conceited brat (she was EIGHT)

the trio costume was so ugly im sorry (is it supposed to be like a 50s pinup bathing suit?) (and the headband thing looks so bad) and also the music is bad but they had no real authority over that bc of copyright stuff

chloe’s headpiece coming forward and the ensuing drama was another moment in the episode that really solidified public interest in the show imho....

“YOU’RE IN THE BAR HAVING A DRINK AND YOUR KID’S HEADPIECE IS FALLING OFF” “it did not FALL OFF it CAME FORWARD it was FINE!!!”

“mistakes happen, we’re human.” “YOU are. mistakes like that dont happen to me”

and then the “next time on dance moms” with the WILDLY INAPPROPRIATE electricity dance, of course. genuinely that was really smart of the producers in terms of structuring things to generate intrigue lol. and obviously it ended up working....

#dance moms #s1e1 #season 1

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s3r-en-d1p-ity · 5 years ago

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Ego // Sweet Pea (part 2)

thank u for all the love on part 1, never thought that would pop off SKFGHH i suck at writing. also, me being the dumbass i am, realized that at the end of part one i switched from 3rd pov to 1st. SORRY I WAS SO SLEEP DEPRIVED SKFHFHFH which is why this part will be in first person so I dont make that mistake.

warnings: swearing

recap: Scarlett Calahan’s father died the day she turned 13. she was forced to become a serpent and move to the Northside and attend Riverdale High. she was accused for Jason’s death, and had to watch her best friend Joaquin leave town for good. jughead transfers to Southside High and meets a few familiar people. Scarlett sees sweet pea for the first time during bulldog vs serpents since 8th grade. sees him again at the wyrm and they get in an argument before he kisses her.

part 1

It felt weird. Sweet Pea’s lips on mine. His lips moved fast but passionately against mine, and he was surprisingly gentle for such a violent human being.

Before I could kiss back, he was pulling away. “God damnit, Callahan. Get lost, go find your Northsiders, or whatever. You’re confusing me.” Sweet Pea sighed, leaning against the brick wall.

I wanted to gape, and stare at him, but my ego got the best of me. “Sorry, Sweets. Am I too irresistible?” I asked, pouting and batting my eyelashes.

He flipped me the bird. I just snickered, and started to walk to my bike. “Hey, Callahan.” He called out.

I turned around, waiting to see what he had to say. “Don’t disappear on me again, please.” Sweet Pea said in a casual manner, but I could hear the emotion in his voice.

I sighed, nodding. “Of course, Sweets. Have a good night, tell Jug I said congrats.” I smiled softly, hopping on my bike and driving back to the Andrews’ residence.

“Big day, huh?” I asked Jug once he let me inside the trailer. “You nervous?”

It was the day of Jughead’s final trial. The most painful, by far. Girls didn’t have to do it, and instead did the serpent dance. Since I was so young joining the Serpents, I did not have to do it.

“You could say that.” Jug responded, rushing to get all of his stuff. “We should go outside, they’re supposed to be coming soon.” He continued.

I nodded, following him out the door, surprised when I saw Archie getting ready to knock.

“Archie,” Jug paused, not sure how to tell him that it wasn’t the right time. Archie’s eyes met me, behind Jug and he looked between both of us.

“We’ve gotta talk, Jug.” Archie sighed, looking up at him.

I pursed my lips, walking down the steps to meet Archie. “Now’s not a good time, Arch.” I told him, watching Jughead search for the Serpents anywhere near them. “You need to leave. Like... right now. Go.” I pushed his shoulders, but he didn’t budge.

I cringed when I heard Sweet Pea’s voice. “What the hell do we have here?”

Jughead walked up, while I kept Archie back. “He was just leaving, alright?” Jughead replied, walking to Sweet Pea. The other Serpents showed up behind Sweet Pea.

“Wait,” Archie shook his head and took my hands off his shoulders. “You’re friends with these thugs? You too, Scar?” He scoffed, looking between Jug and I.

I rolled my eyes, sighing. I met eyes with Sweet Pea, and noticed the black eye. Wonder how he got that. But he did look really good, like really, really, really good with that leather jacket and intimidating look on his face. His facial expression didn’t change, so mine didn’t change either. We stared at each other until Archie connected the dots.

“You’re joining the Serpents?” Archie asked in disbelief, squinting his eyes. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to smack him upside the head. What an idiot.

Sweet Pea looked away from me, and turned his head to Archie. “If he survives,” He shrugged, smirking slightly. “And go ahead, and call us thugs one more time.”

Sweet Pea walked forward, but Jug stopped him. “Jughead, these are the guys who attacked me! And Reggie, and Veronica, and Dilton! Your friends!” Archie reasoned, lying straight through his teeth.

“Look, is that why you came here? To warn him?” I scoffed, stepping up. Archie looked at me, shaking his head. His jaw clenched and he looked back over at Jug.

“No,” Archie replied shortly. “I came here to tell you to stay away from Betty. She doesn’t wanna see you anymore.”

My eyes widened, and I held back a gasp. That was never something Betty would say. Even if it was true, she would never send Archie to break the news. I watched the whole break up fiasco happen, not even noticing I was standing next to Sweet Pea the whole time, our shoulders touching.

“Tell Betty I got the message,” He spat, clenching his jaw.

Archie gulped, and nodded. “Yeah,” He replied, before walking away.

Jughead turned around, tears brimming in his eyes. “What?” He yelled. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Sweet Pea chuckled from next to me, shaking his head. “The show hasn’t even started.”

Later that night, I joined the Serpents to watch Jughead’s final trial. I decided to stay in the dark, so I didn’t have to see Fangs or Toni, or anyone else who decided to hold a grudge on me. I could see Jughead about to walk, and Sweet Pea at the front with Toni next to him.

Sweet Pea was a natural born leader. He had the personality. I did too, though. Maybe if everything didn’t happen, I’d lead everyone. I didn’t want to admit it, but he’s probably doing a better job then I ever would, just causing chaos everywhere.

It was painful, watching Jughead groan in pain every time he was pulled back and hit. When he made it to the end, standing in front of Sweet Pea, I saw the glimmer on Sweet Pea’s fist. He had brass knuckles.

He raised his fist, and in an instant it collided with Jug’s face. He fell right to the ground, and I sucked in a breath. When he got up and shook Sweet Pea’s hand, I sighed, relieved. I got up, and walked forward.

Jug saw me and hugged me. “Good job, Jug. I’m proud of you.” I told him. He smiled at me, the best he could, at least.

“What is she doing here?” I heard Toni ask. I rolled my eyes, pulling away from Jughead.

“Don’t get your panties twisted, Topaz. I’m a serpent too, I have to be here.” I snapped, crossing my arms. Toni scoffed, turning towards me completely. For such a tiny person, she had an intimidating bark. No bite, though.

“You aren’t a serpent just because you wear the jacket and have the tattoo. You see, Scarlett, Serpents are family. We stick together. A Serpent never betrays it’s own.” Toni fumed, stepping closer to me. I didn’t cower, though. “You left us, and you didn’t even give a reason. Didn’t say goodbye... nothing. You broke one of the serpent laws, so you shouldn’t even be a serpent in the first place.”

I tilted my head, consuming my anger. “Look, if I had a choice, I’d still be here. I’d still be going to Southside, I’d still live in the trailer park, I’d still be friends with you guys. But I can’t.” I mumbled, watching her shoulders fall. I looked around, seeing everyone staring at us. I caught eyes with Jughead and he nodded slightly.

“I should go. Congrats, Jug.”

Only a few days later, chaos erupted again. I was in my room, staring up at the ceiling. Sometimes, I just laid here and talked to my dad. Or, tried. It made me feel better though.

Maybe I could’ve hung out with Josie right now, but she briefly mentioned a party some “Nick St. Clair” guy had threw the other night and they all got in trouble for consuming jingle jangle. Idiots, I had thought. At least Betty was smart enough not to take it. Now there was a meeting being held at Betty’s house, right next door. I wanted to go, see what would happen but Fred told me to stay behind.

I sighed, deciding to go get something from Pop’s. I threw on my jacket, only to get a call from Josie telling me Southside High was about to be raided by her mother and Sheriff Keller.

Let’s just say, Sweet Pea and Toni weren’t the only ones arrested that night.

(this is where part 3 was supposed to start, ALSO.

the last time I wrote I forgot to click save, and I had already written almost all of part 3 and had a vv detailed Southside raid and drag race, but since those are gone and this has to be done soon i dont have time to write it again 🥺🥺 so sorry

this skips to episode 2x10, where Southside comes to Riverdale High heheheheheh enjoy

I sat in the student lounge with Kevin and Betty, munching on a bag of hot Cheetos. I watched Archie and Veronica stumble in, making out. I gagged, ready to get up and leave when Principal Weatherbee came over the speaker. Over the past month, I grew closer to Veronica, Betty, and Kevin thanks to Jughead and Archie. Betty learned to like me because she knew I was close to Jug and Archie convinced Kevin and Veronica that I was nothing to worry about. I’m not sure how true that was, though. It did feel nice though to finally fit in, but I still longed for the core 5- me, Fangs, Toni, Sweet Pea, and Joaquin.

“Students of Riverdale High, this is your principal speaking. E-mails have been sent to your parents, but effective immediately, Southside High School is shut down.” Principal Weatherbee’s muffled voice said. My head shot up, and my heart rate increased.

“And its students will be transferred to other schools in the district, - including this one.” Gasps were heard all around the room, and the talking began. I could barely hear Veronica trying to calm the other students down.

When everyone quieted down, Archie sat down. “Wait.. what does that mean?” He asked, looking at everyone.

“It means Jughead’s coming back. It means the Serpents are coming.” Betty replied, seemingly in a trance.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that, Betty? And what about you Scarlett?” Kevin asked, looking between the two of us.

“Of course, Jug and I are fine.” Betty brushed it off, then looked at me and repeated the same question.

I gulped and shrugged. “I wish I could be buried alive right now.” I told them, before getting up and walking off.

The possibilities ran through my brain. Could Toni and I mend our friendship? Would Sweet Pea and I talk about the kiss we’ve ignored since it happened?

The questions kept coming, and it was kind of overwhelming. All I knew is that I was scared shitless for tomorrow though, but I’d never show it. Serpents never cower.

The next day, Archie had to pull me out of bed. Literally. He threw clothes at me, and told me I had to hurry to get ready or else I wouldn't have a ride.

I threw my pillow at him, only for him to throw it back at me. I watched him leave my room and reluctantly got up, looking at the clothes. A red crop top and mom jeans, that I had made my own rips in. It would do, I guess. I threw on the clothes along with a pair of fishnets. I paired it with my Serpent jacket and my precious, scuffed up Doc Martens that I’ve worn everyday since freshman year.

I spent the remainder of my little time to put on some mascara, eyeliner, and lipgloss. If I had to face Sweet Pea today, I would be facing him in style.

When we got to school, Archie made me go to the “registration desk” where Veronica was standing.

“Scarlett, please, help us out. Will you show some of them around? You know them the most, so just take up your old friends and give them a tour.” Veronica pleaded, shaking my forearms. I rolled my eyes. She didn’t understand the guilt I felt and the anger they felt at me.

“You don’t understand, Veronica. They all hate me.” I shook my head, adamant on my decision.

“Gosh, then make them not hate you! You’re charming, Scarlett. I’ll buy you Pop’s!” She smiled, trying to suck up to me. I grumbled, knowing that people always sucked up to me when they wanted me to do something. And damn me for it working every time.

“F-fine. You owe me a lot though, Lodge. I won’t be forgetting about this any time soon.” I narrowed my eyes. I was now going to bring this situation up every time she tried to ask me to do something.

Veronica only gave me a grin before turning to Archie. I sighed, walking to the lockers and leaning against them. Kill me. Kill me now.

Everything I unintentionally avoided for 3 years, was now coming back to bite me in the ass.

My questions from yesterday appeared back in my brain. How would things be with Toni? Toni took it the hardest out of all of them, I think. After all, we were best friends. She was like a sister to me.

And the kiss. Oh, the kiss. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it ever since it happened. I wondered if Sweet Pea felt the same way. I knew we needed to talk about it eventually, but if he felt the same way, that would make the conversation so much easier.

I was beginning to understand people’s confusions about me. I was such a confident, intimidating girl when you first meet me but once you really get to know me, I worry a lot. And by people, I mean Archie and Jughead. They’ve broken down my walls, kind of, and seen how much of a wreck I could be and it “boggled their minds” how I was able to put up such a facade.

By the time I snapped out of my thoughts, I was shocked to see a crowd of black leather jackets. Veronica was speaking about her stupid registration table, but as my eyes trailed over each Serpent, I found a specific raven haired one already looking at me. Sweet Pea and I locked eyes. He didn’t look away, so neither did I. When I raised an eyebrow, a challenge, he just smirked.

My insides turned but my heart slowed a bit. At least it wasn’t that awkward with Sweet Pea. Before I could lock eyes with Toni or Fangs, Veronica was interrupted by Cheryl and Reggie stomping down the stairs. I resisted the urge to clench my fists.

“Stand down, Eva Peron,” Cheryl’s voice rang out loudly, making everyone go silent. I watched Veronica and Archie share a glance.

“Cheryl, no one invited fascist Barbie to the party.” Veronica sighed. Such a Veronica thing to say. I could thing of a million things better to say. Such as, sinking my fist into Cheryl’s face.

“Wrong Veronica, no one invited Southside Scum to our school.” Cheryl retorted, stealing a glance at me, which made me clench my fists. She crossed her arms and turned to the Serpents. “Listen up, ragamuffins. I will not allow Riverdale High’s above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms that are overcrowded with... underachievers.” I caught Josie and Kevin look at each other, speaking with their eyes. “So please, do us all a favor and find some other school to debase with your hardscrabble ways.” She added, a smile on her face.

Toni stepped up, like I expected. “Why don’t you come over here and say that to my face?”

“Happily, Queen of the Buskers!” Cheryl cheerfully replied, stepping closer. Archie left my side and stepped in between them.

“Okay... guys, everyone, can we just put aside our Northside-Southside differences apart and start over?” Archie asked. I scoffed, the attention turning to me.

“Oh how the tables have turned, Red Circle.” I rolled my eyes. I was still furious with Archie about the whole thing. How could he say that when a few weeks ago he was pulling a gun on them?

“Mm, you don’t speak for the Bulldogs, Andrews. And need I remind you, these greaser-snakes showed up at your place trying to kick your ass.” Reggie added on.

Sweet Pea shoved past everyone. “Happy to finish what we started.” He growled, only to be held back by Jughead and Fangs. He and I locked eyes once again. I was the first one to break it when Veronica spoke up.

“God, I am so over the toxic masculinity in this hallway right now.” She scolded, using her hands to express. Principal Weatherbee then showed up, dismissing everyone. Cheryl, Reggie, and their entourage were the first to leave and then the other students, besides the leather-clad people in front of us and the “welcoming” committee.

Weatherbee eyed us all before turning around and heading back to his office. “Okay! You guys will be missing most of your first period for a tour. There are several of us around, please pick who you would like to go with.” Veronica called out, grinning and clapping her hands together.

I had barely any time to process what she said before Sweet Pea was walking over to me. Followed by Fangs and Toni. “Callahan,” Sweet Pea nodded. I smirked at him, looking at the other two trailing behind him.

“Sweets,” I greeted. “Toni, Fangs.”

Before I even finished, Fangs was launching himself at me. He threw his arms around me, hugging me tightly. “I can’t believe you left me with these idiots, alone, for 3 years.” Fangs scoffed. I laughed slightly.

“Me? The idiot? I think I should be saying that to her.” Toni scoffed, looking over at me. We locked eyes, and just from the way she looked at me, I could tell she was going to warm up to me.

“Well, I’m not sure what Veronica said in her speech, I tuned her out. So welcome to the shit show we call Riverdale High.” I sighed, turning around and starting to walk down the hallway. I could hear them trailing behind me.

“Are you kidding? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to us. Computer lab, text books, toilets that flush. You guys have doors on your stalls, right?” Fangs ranted. I nodded and he cheered. I heard Sweet Pea’s slight chuckle as I led them to the Gymnasium.

I’m not exactly a tour guide, so I just showed them what was inside before moving on to the next important places. After that was all over, we stood in the exact same place we started out in.

“So-” I started, only for Toni to cut me off.

“Scarlett, be honest. What’s the real reason you left the Southside?” Toni blurted out, narrowing her eyes at me.

Fangs elbowed her, giving her wide eyes. She obviously wasn’t supposed to bring this up. Sweet Pea didn’t say anything, just stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and kept up my facade. “I don’t think school is the place to talk about this.” My tone made it clear I didn't want to talk, so I only asked them for their schedules.

“Cool. We all have chemistry first period, so let’s roll.”

It felt like a million years until lunch arrived. I had my first 2 periods with Sweet Pea. Chemistry and English. I was eager to escape his stare. As soon as the lunch bell rang, I was ready to sprint out of my classroom until the teacher held me back.

So, I was in there for another 10 minutes before I sped to the student lounge. I found Sweet Pea, Toni, Fangs, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, and Josie all there. Jug, Fangs, and Toni were taking up the chairs while Sweet Pea and Kevin were spaced out on the couch.

I pushed past other people to get over there. Sweet Pea was the first to notice me, and once he did, he gestured for me to sit next to him. I was pleasantly surprised, and suppressed a grin.

I dropped my bag, sitting on the arm rest. But Sweet Pea grabbed me and pulled me down to sit right next to him, practically on top of him, and I yelped. Sweets laughed, throwing an arm around the couch behind me. I felt Veronica, Josie, and Kevin’s eyes on me but decided to ignore them.

“Well, as I was saying, I’m Veronica Lodge.” Veronica smiled.

“Of the Park Avenue Lodges,” Jughead added on playfully, and him and I shared a grin.

“Toni. Topaz.” Toni shook Veronica’s hand, feeling slightly uncomfortable when Veronica complimented her name after.

Josie introduced herself and Kevin. Fangs recognized Kevin immediately, from Joaquin. The thought of Joaquin made my heart clench, but I let it go.

“You looked very entertained in English,” Sweet Pea mumbled. I only slightly heard what he said, and even though I wasn't looking at him, I could tell he was smirking. During English, I fell asleep twice. Sweet Pea woke me up once, which surprised me, and the second was by the teacher, hence the holding.

“Not my fault.” “I could argue.”

“Then do it.” I challenged, turning my head to look at him. I raised an eyebrow and he just smirked at me.

“Nahh, too lazy.” He replied, taking a bite out of his apple. I tried to fight off the grin, but it was already there. It felt good, really good, to have Sweet Pea back. It felt just a little bit like the old days.

“You guys!” Weatherbee yelled, startling me. We all looked over, and sure enough, he was looking directly at us. “Yes, you, come with me!”

We all got up, following him out to the hallway where there was a huge snake spray painted on the floor, over the school logo. And, there was a smirking Reggie. Of course.

“Which of you defaced our school seal with this... graffiti?” Weatherbee scoffed, pointing at the poorly drawn snake. His eyes switched between the 5 of us with Serpent jackets on. I rolled my eyes.

“This,” Reggie gestured to the floor. “is what they do, Principal Weatherbee. They tag their turf.” Reggie looked at me and smirked, crossing his arms. A challenge. Hm.

Weatherbee sighed. “Effective immediately. No gang behavior of any kind will be tolerated at my school. As of this moment, no more Serpent jackets.” We all yelled out protests, but his voice overpowered us. “No more Serpent jackets! All tattoos are to be covered. Possession of any gang paraphernalia whatsoever will lead to immediate suspension. Are we clear?”

My blood was boiling. I clenched my fists. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sweet Pea’s shoulders tense up.

“That’s all.” Weatherbee turned on his heel and walked away.

Everyone else walked away, but I stayed. “You know, Reginald.” I sighed, walking over to him. “I see right through you. Your little act. And for what? You’re afraid someone’s better than you, for once?” I fake pouted. He pursed his lips, crossing his arms.

“Let’s get this straight. I’m better than you. Always have been, always will be. That's why you’ve had it out for me since day 1, huh? I have everything you don’t. Looks, personality, class, courage, I could go on. You’re just a coward.” I spat. “How would everyone feel knowing you were scared shitless and just a centimeter away from losing your spot on the basketball team, huh?” I smirked.

He turned around and walked away, leaving me standing there, smirking. Then, I turned back around and walked to the student lounge.

Later on, after school, I was surprised when I found myself at the White Wyrm with Jughead, Toni, and Sweet Pea. I was sitting on the counter, playing with the straw on my drink, while Jughead sat next to me. Toni was sitting on a stool and Sweet Pea was playing an arcade game.

I didn't bother listening to Jughead’s conspiracies. I was off in my own world, blanked out.

“So, are you going to tell us?” Toni nudged me, bringing me out of my daze.

“Tell you what?” I asked, noticing Sweet Pea stop playing his game and turn around.

“Why you left.”

I gulped, squeezing my eyes shut. You knew this was going to happen. Just come out and say it. They won’t hate you, will they?

Stop being a pussy and just say it.

“Um, before I say anything, just please know, none of this was my choice.” I sighed, avoiding Sweet Pea and Toni’s eyes. I looked over at Jughead and he nodded.

“It was just after my 13th birthday party. I got home after the surprise party at the Wyrm, and my dad was dead on the floor, 3 bullets in his stomach.” I reminisced, the image still fresh in my mind. I don’t think I could ever get rid of it.

“I didn’t know what to do, except for call FP. He came over immediately, and as if he already knew this was going to happen, he went to my dad’s closet and dug out a letter, for me. He told me in the letter that he wanted me to go through the Serpent initiation, and as soon as I became an official serpent, that I had to move in with Fred Andrews and start going to Riverdale High because he was no longer in the Southside to protect me from the Ghoulies, the ones that killed him. He told me he didn't want me to have as much contact with you guys anymore, so I obeyed.” I finished, playing with my fingers.

“I thought your dad had alzheimers.” Toni called out. I shook my head.

“That’s what we told everyone, so everything wouldn’t go up in flames with the Ghoulies.” I shrugged, swallowing another lump in my throat.

“So... we were mad at you all these years for nothing?” Sweet Pea asked.

“Not for nothing. I’d be mad too if I were you guys. I just hope you forgive me.” I mumbled, still feeling pretty sheepish.

Less than a second later, Toni’s arms were around me. I hugged back, missing the feeling. It felt nice to have my best friends back. When she pulled away, she smiled at me. I looked over at Sweet Pea and he gave me a small smile.

The next day, it took a while to find an outfit to wear without my leather jacket. Since my tattoo was on my shoulder, it wasn’t that hard to find a shirt that would cover it. I chose a snake print skirt and a black crop top. Serpents can dress nice too, sometimes. Of course, I still decided to wear my boots.

When I got to school, I went to the lounge, where I knew at least a few people would be. Walking through the doors, I immediately noticed Reggie and a few other bulldogs. I rolled my eyes. Great. But further into the room, I saw Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea.

I walked over, cautiously. Fangs saw me and gave me a smile.

“We filled him in,” Toni commented. I gave her a smile and nodded, looking over at Fangs.

“Sorry, that we all assumed. Even though I wasn’t even mad at you.” He winked, making me laugh.

“Um, sorry about the whole thing with Reggie. He wasn’t like this before, I swear.” I sighed, looking at Reggie over my shoulder. He was already looking over at us with a menacing glare.

“A bulldog with a lot of bark but no bite. A lot of those around here, huh?” Sweet Pea deadpanned. I looked over at him, shrugging. “Yeah.”

“Oh my god,” Toni mumbled. Our heads snapped to her only to find her looking at the door. I turned around, seeing Jughead walking in.

It took me a few seconds, but then I realized he was wearing his jacket. And Reggie looked ready to kill. “Oh, hey guys. What’s up?” Jug asked, looking over at Reggie then to us. We all watched carefully as he walked over to the vending machine calmly.

“Take it off.” Reggie said simply. Our heads snapped back to him. Jughead froze, and Reggie got up. Sweet Pea and Fangs stood too, ready to intervene.

We all walked over. “Take off that jacket, rat boy.” Reggie repeated. I grabbed Sweet Pea’s wrist, stopping him from going any further. He looked at me and I gave him a glance before looking at Jughead, who sighed. This was going to get bad, fast. But I wanted to see what Jughead was going to do first.

“Oh, Reggie.” Jug smirked. “I don’t think you know what this jacket means. Because you have no sense of honor. Or history, or loyalty.” Jughead was cut off by Reggie shoving him, and I let go of Sweet Pea’s wrist. Him and Fangs immediately ran over as a fight broke out. I took a step forward, but Toni grabbed my hand and made me stand next to her as we watched.

“He’s so hot when he’s angry.” I murmured, my eyes following Sweet Pea. I could see Toni’s smirk out of the corner of my eye.

“Sweet Pea told Fangs about the kiss. Who told me. I expected it, anyways.” Toni added. I looked over at her. “Girl, his mind has been on you since the day you left. He’s so in love with you.”

I looked back over at Sweet Pea, who had the upper hand on one of the 3 bulldogs. I decided not to say anything.

I heard Veronica’s voice before I saw her, then she was calling out to Weatherbee. I rolled my eyes.

“Here we go,” I groaned, and then we were in the principal’s office.

I was sat in between Sweet Pea and Reggie. I was sitting as close as I could to Sweets. I was afraid if I was even an inch closer to Reggie, I’d catch a disease.

“You all have a week’s detention for fighting.” Weatherbee decided. I clenched my fists, looking over at Sweet Pea who looked just as annoyed as I did. Weatherbee then walked over to Jughead, who was against the wall. “But I made myself clear to you, Mr. Jones. Take off that jacket right now, or you’re suspended.” I watched Jughead carefully. I knew he had no intentions of wavering, so I wasn't surprised when he walked out. Reggie nodded, not surprised either.

Then, Weatherbee pulled out those ugly, Riverdale uniforms. Here we go again.

part 3 will most likely start at the end of 2x10 with the club. this part was way less hype then I wanted it to be because of all the stuff I lost when I was stupid and forgot to save the draft! if I wasnt so stupid you’d be getting a detailed Southside raid where Scarlett gets arrested with sweets, fangs, and toni, and the drag race! part 3 will be better im sure of it and there will be more sweets and Scarlett

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Pluralistic: 21 Mar 2020 (Cool Tools, scientists predict cooperation, Don't Look for the Helpers, after the crisis, a people's bailout, judge vs unicorns, Marc Davis's Haunted Mansion)

Today's links

My appearance on Cool Tools: My favorite gadgets.

UK emergency science panel predicts mass altruism: Reality has a well-known collectivist bias.

Don't Look for the Helpers: The text version of my essay for the new Nightvale anxiety podcast.

After the crisis, a program for transformative change: Pandemic reveals the systems' failures, and what to do about them.

Pandemic stimulus, realpolitik edition: Stephanie Kelton and AOC on a people's bailout.

Beautiful judicial snark: "No, your unicorn trademark is not an emergency."

Marc Davis's Haunted Mansion: What if Marc Davis had sole control over the ride's design?

This day in history: 2005, 2010, 2015, 2019

Colophon: Recent publications, current writing projects, upcoming appearances, current reading

My appearance on Cool Tools (permalink)

This week, I appear on the Cool Tools podcast to discuss my favorite, most indispensible gadgets and services and why I love them.

https://kk.org/cooltools/cory-doctorow-science-fiction-author/

My top picks were my Crkt Snap-Lock knife – a one-handed-opening, lightweight, super versatile pocket knife that I carry everywhere.

https://www.crkt.com/snap-lock.html

I also chose my Chinese OEM underwater MP3 player. I swim every day for my chronic pain maintenance and this is how I make it bearable, getting through 1-2 audiobooks/month.

https://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00GWV6GUO/cooltoolsshow-20

My third choice was Libro.fm, the DRM-free, indie-bookseller friendly way to listen to audiobooks. Basically the same catalog as Audible, at the same price, the only difference being that buying from them supports neighborhood booksellers, not Amazon.

It was a really fun! @Frauenfelder and @kevin2kelly are super smart about gadgets.

Here's the MP3:

http://tracking.feedpress.it/link/7810/13374488/779800513-cool-tools-218-cory-doctorow.mp3

UK emergency science panel predicts mass altruism (permalink)

SAGE is the UK Government's Scientific Advisory Group for Emergencies. This is their hour to shine.

They have just published a spectacular, plain-language set of technical reports on the pandemic.

https://www.gov.uk/government/groups/scientific-advisory-group-for-emergencies-sage-coronavirus-covid-19-response

This is the most interesting: "on risk of public disorder."

https://assets.publishing.service.gov.uk/government/uploads/system/uploads/attachment_data/file/873736/08-spi-b-return-on-risk-of-public-disorder.pdf

The expert panel affirms the conclusions of Rebecca Solnit in her indispensable book "A Paradise Built in Hell," a closely researched history of disasters that finds that they are the moment in which people spring to the aid of their neighbors.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2009/10/05/a-paradise-built-in-hell

SAGE's expert panel on disasters: "large scale rioting is unlikely. It is rarely seen in these circumstances. Acts of altruism will predominate, and HMG could readily promote and guide these."

"Where public disorder occurs, it is usually triggered by perceptions about the Government's response, rather than the nature of the epidemic. A perception that Government response strategies are not effective in looking after the public may lead to an increase in tensions."

"Promote a sense of collectivism: All messaging should reinforce a sense of community, that 'we are all in this together.'"

For decades, Britain has been poisoned by Margaret Thatcher's sociopathic maxim, "There is no such thing as society."

It turns out that reality (and pandemics) has a well-known collectivist bias.

Don't Look for the Helpers (permalink)

I wrote a short essay about how I'm coping with The Current Situation for Our Plague Year, a new podcast from Joseph Fink of Welcome to Nightvale, called "Don't Look for the Helpers".

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/17/pluralistic-17-mar-2020/#ourplagueyear

Today, PM Press published the essay in a new digital collection, "All We Have Is Each Other."

https://www.pmpress.org/blog/category/blog/all-we-have-is-each-other/

"Assuming things will break down does not make you a dystopian. Engineers who design systems on the assumption that nothing could go wrong aren't utopians, they're idiots who kill people. 'Nothing could go wrong' is why there weren't enough lifeboats on the fucking Titanic."

"Every disaster ends with mutual aid. By definition. That's the only way a disaster can end: with people pulling together. If there's one lesson to take from Mad Max, it's that pulling apart only deepens the crisis, and the it will not end until we pull together."

"I've been telling stories of humanity rising to crisis for decades. Now I'm telling them to myself. I hope you'll keep that story in mind today, as plutocrats are seeking to weaponize narratives to turn our crisis into a self-serving catastrophe."

https://www.pmpress.org/blog/2020/03/19/dont-look-for-the-helpers-by-cory-doctorow/

After the crisis, a program for transformative change (permalink)

The Current Situation has revealed deep cracks in our system: replacing public transit with gig economy drivers who don't get health care or sick leave; the gig economy itself; the lethal inadequacy of private-sector broadband and private-sector health-care, and beyond.

The fact that we can simply abolish data-caps (without networks falling over) and the liquid ban (without planes blowing up) reveals that these supposed existential threats were, in fact, arbitrary, authoritarian, rent-seeking bullshit.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/14/masque-of-the-red-death/#security-theater

The people who've spent 40 years convincing us that we're just not free-marketing hard enough continue to insist that all of these problems are merely the result of not having fully dismantled the state (so much for "state capacity libertarianism"):

https://www.bloomberg.com/opinion/articles/2020-03-20/coronavirus-killed-the-progressive-left

They're licking their chops for a 2008-style reboot: eviscerating public services, immiserating workers, fattening plutes and dissolving regulatory safeguards.

It's a playbook developed by Milton Friedman: the scheme to have "ideas lying around" when crisis strikes.

But as Naomi Klein reminds us, the Shock Doctrine cuts both ways. The manifest failures of plutocracy in the Great Depression got us the New Deal and the "30 Glorious Years" of shared prosperity and growth.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/17/pluralistic-17-mar-2020/#disaster-socialism

We haven't been idle since 2008. We have "ideas lying around" too. Ideas for a just and resilient society that reorients human life around sustainable and just practices. Motherboard's editorial staff gives us a manifesto for that society, so that this crisis doesn't go to waste:

https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/wxekvw/the-world-after-coronavirus-healthcare-labor-climate-internet

Free and universal healthcare ("healthcare is a basic human right" -B. Sanders)

Abolish ICE and prisons ("ICE is now a public health hazard")

Protect and empower labor ("Without these protections, everyone's safety and health is put at risk")

A healthier climate ("If the 2008-09 financial crash is any indicator, carbon could shoot right back up as soon as the crisis is over")

Fast, accessible broadband ("Community owned/operated broadband networks, long demonized and even prohibited by law are looking better than ever")

Smash the surveillance state ("This pandemic mustn't be used to infringe on the civil liberties and privacy of millions")

Billionaire wealth ("They're sending people to work while jetting off to luxurious doomsday bunkers, getting Covid-19 tests while normal people can't, and also singing 'Imagine' from bucolic getaways.")

Public transit that works ("Congress is poised to prioritize bailing out airlines and the cruise industry before it takes a look at public transit")

The right to repair ("Right-to-repair has become a matter of life and death.")

Science for the people ("We were caught flat-footed by a fixation on 'innovation' and lack of public options")

The future will not be like the past. Whether it is worse or better is our choice to make. It is in our (well-scrubbed) hands.

(Image: Jolove55, CC BY)

Pandemic stimulus, realpolitik edition (permalink)

I've been thinking a lot about what a covid stimulus package could and should look like, and what the possible failure modes and transformative changes could be. Obviously, there's real risk of inflation if handled wrong, because production has halted, so more money could end up chasing fewer goods. That gets ugly quick.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/18/diy-tp/#covid-stimulus

Then there's the risk that we just infuse trillions of no-strings-attached dollars into the finance sector, who use it to make our society even more brittle and unstable by hollowing out reeling companies and grinding down brutalized workers.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/19/gb-whatsapp/#peoples-bailout

Writing about this stuff in public makes a lot of Twitter people with "investor" in their bios very, very angry. They want giant bailouts for the companies they own stocks in, not transformative change. They use the neolib tactic of throwing out a lot of jargon to instil a sense of your technical illiteracy. Complexity is a con-artist's go-to tactic, after all – it's why proposition bets are so complicated, so you can't do the odds in your head (see also: craps tables).

But not every economist believes that sociopathy is pareto optimal. Leading lights like Stephanie Kelton, the mother of Modern Monetary Theory, who can go toe-to-toe with oligarch-apologists from the Chicago School, explaining how public debt really works.

Kelton and AOC appeared on this week's Deconstructed podcast with Mehdi Hasan to discuss the true scale of the bailout that will be needed (far more than $1T) to get the economy working again. That number can come down (by lowering working peoples' outgoings through rent/mortgage/student loan holidays, etc). But the lesson of 2008 is that to be credible, stimulus must be transparent and aimed at the public good, not the donor-class.

https://theintercept.com/2020/03/20/deconstructed-podcast-alexandria-ocasio-cortez-coronavirus-economy/

https://dcs.megaphone.fm/FLM7803427023.mp3

Otherwise, Congress risks having its hands tied: it might inject an inadequate and corrupt stimulus that benefits its cronies, then be unable to follow that on with a people's bailout that would help us all.

AOC: "Look at this kind of trash pile of legislation the Republicans have just introduced. I've never seen such a thing in my life of, we're going to give the neediest people less. And we're going to give people who are you know, need help but don't need as much help more."

Kelton: "What people mean when they say, you know, oh, Senator Sanders, you want Medicare for All or you want to make public colleges and universities tuition free, you want to cancel student debt, how are you going to pay for it? Where is the money going to come from? What that means in beltway speak is how are you going to offset all of that spending with new revenue from somewhere else, or by spending less in defense or some other category, the budget?"

"When you do a piece of legislation that's 'paid for,' it means you're putting the 50 billion in and it goes to some parts of the economy, and you're taking 50 billion out of some other parts of the economy so that you're not deficit spending."

"We've been so badly educated to respond to deficits as something that's fiscally irresponsible, reckless. It isn't. The government is committing to dropping dollars into the economy without ripping them right back out again. It's exactly what we want them to do right now."

Kelton's work on Modern Monetary Theory is transformative. Her lectures present both a powerful descriptive account of how money works in the economy and a prescriptive account of how we can use that knowledge to make a better, more prosperous world.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS9nP-BKa3M

She has a new book about this coming in June, The Deficit Myth. This would be a good time to pre-order it. These are scary times for writers with books about to come out (signed, I have three new books out in 2020).

https://stephaniekelton.com/book/

Beautiful judicial snark (permalink)

As Ken "Popehat" White is fond of reminding us, no one snarks quite like a federal judge. And despite being a Trump appointee, Steven C Seeger manages to rip off a couple zingers in this ruling.

http://loweringthebar.net/2020/03/unicorn-case-not-an-emergency.htm

At issue: Art Ask Agency is upset that someone is counterfeiting their unicorn-logo merch, such as this unicorn-scented candle:

https://artaskagency.com/our-licenses/anne-stokes/unicorn-candle/

But Illinois is in covid lockdown, so its case against a bunch of John Doe (alleged) counterfeiters is on hold. Their lawyer has sent a string of motions to the court asking for an emergency hearing so they can proceed, despite the fact that the court clerks are operating on reduced staff and only dealing with matters of the utmost urgency.

The judge is Not Impressed: "At worst, Defendant might sell a few more counterfeit products in the meantime. But Plaintiff makes no showing about anticipated loss of sales. One wonders if fake fantasy products are experiencing brisk sales at the moment."

The judge takes notice of the time a telephonic hearing would consume, "especially given the girth of the Plaintiff's filings."

"Plaintiff argues that it will suffer an 'irreparable injury' if this court does not put a stop to the infringing unicorns and knock-off elves."

"The world is facing a real emergency. Plaintiff is not."

(Image: Karen Neoh, CC BY)

Marc Davis's Haunted Mansion (permalink)

Along with Passport to Dreams Old and New, the Long Forgotten Blog is the best source of information on the history, design, and evolution of Disney theme-parks.

https://passport2dreams.blogspot.com/

But Long Forgotten focuses on a single ride, the glorious, brilliant Haunted Mansion.

The history of the Haunted Mansion was completely upended in late 2019, when Christopher Merritt published his "Marc Davis in His Own Words," a two-volume compendium of journals and interviews with the legendary Imagineer, who was Merritt's mentor.

https://books.disney.com/book/marc-davis-in-his-own-words/

This is probably the best book of Disney/theme-park history ever published, and that's no surprise, as Merritt has already written the definitive history of Knott's Berry Farm:

https://www.angelcitypress.com/collections/authors-christopher-merritt

And Pacific Ocean Park:

https://www.yesterland.com/pacificoceanpark.html

Merritt is an Imagineer, an artist, and a historian, who has direct, lifelong connections with the original Imagineering team. He has unparalleled access, inside knowledge and perspective. So yeah, that is a fucking great book.

Marc Davis was the best character designer in the original Imagineer cohort: he created the Country Bears, the Pirates, and the Haunted Mansion ghosts. He was a spectacular visual gag master, too. And he was one of the (many) legendary Imagineers who had a hand in designing the Haunted Mansion. That ride had so many different iterations, drafts, plans and schemes, and the final product is so wonderful in part because of their remnants.

But Davis actually designed a full-on Haunted Mansion attraction, from start to finish, and those plans are kicking around. Based on those, Long Forgotten has created a narrative account of what it would be like to tour "Marc Davis's Haunted Mansion."

https://longforgottenhauntedmansion.blogspot.com/2020/03/marc-daviss-haunted-mansion.htm

It's…interesting. Davis had some really fun ideas like meeting up with a talking bust (or raven).

And there are great gags (Davis designed the "three-part" stretching portraits, after all).

I mean. this would have been so freaking boss.

But the real meat is something called "The Most Dangerous Ghost":

"The final picture is perhaps behind black drapes which raise as the ghost host calls out attention to it. As the drapes part we see a painting that has everything in it except a figure. There is perhaps a vague image where the figure should be. The ghost host reacts in a frightened manner. He explains that this is terrible because this is the most dangerous ghost in the mansion. When he climbs out of his picture he mingles with the guests until he has turned one of them into a ghost. He describes the ghost's appearance and its omnipotent powers. He suggests again that everyone should stay in a tight group; this evil ghost loves to pick off stragglers. He suggests that the group be wary of sliding panels, gusts of cold air and etc."

Long Forgotten: "The MDG character undercuts the intellectually sloppy notion that all Davis cared about was making the HM funny."

LF goes on to make a good case that Davis wanted to incorporate many of Rolly Crump's gorgeous "Museum of the Weird" designs into his Mansion.

Davis's seance room seems to flirt with MDG some more: "The presence of the villain ghost makes itself felt and these older retired ghosts are frightened. Whatever we have used to indicate the nearness of the villain ghost would be repeated here."

Davis once planned for a Mansion filled with "working class ghosts" (carpenters, soldiers, boxers, etc). The only ones that survived were the coachmen in the graveyard sequence.

And his bride sequence was very explicit about wedding-night murders, culminating with MDG manifesting amid the guests: "He starts a wild mocking laugh. It clouds up outside. The curtains blow inward. It starts to rain along with thunder and lightning. "Outside we see a figure take form and it moves into the room. The rain comes into the room with the figure and a pool of water forms around its feet."

This is gorgeously scary, but as Long Forgotten points out, it has little re-play value (similar to Tomororwland's Alien Encounter): "The gag about the Ghost Host revealing himself as the Most Dangerous Ghost has the obvious disadvantage that it can surprise you only once. Pretty soon everyone knows the 'secret,' and as its usefulness as a genuine shock or scare tactic fades its status as pure camp inevitably increases."

That all said, "We learn what we should already know but sometimes forget: Marc Davis was never an imperious, one-man show. He was a team player. He interacted creatively with the work already done by previous Imagineers, displaying in this outline nothing but respect for what was good in what they had done."

This day in history (permalink)

#15yrsago Disney busts amateur Disneyland tour guide https://web.archive.org/web/20050323133504/http://jimhillmedia.com/mb/articles/showarticle.php?ID=1356

#10yrsago James Randi is gay http://archive.randi.org/site/index.php/swift-blog/914-how-to-say-it.html

#5yrsago Windows 10 announcement: certified hardware can lock out competing OSes https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2015/03/windows-10-to-make-the-secure-boot-alt-os-lock-out-a-reality/

#1yrago Two arrested for hiding cameras in motel rooms and charging for access to livestreams https://edition.cnn.com/2019/03/20/asia/south-korea-hotel-spy-cam-intl/index.html

Colophon (permalink)

Today's top sources: Ok børge (https://twitter.com/forteller), Beyond the Beyond (http://www.wired.com/category/beyond_the_beyond/).

Currently writing: I've just finished rewrites on a short story, "The Canadian Miracle," for MIT Tech Review. It's a story set in the world of my next novel, "The Lost Cause," a post-GND novel about truth and reconciliation. I've also just completed "Baby Twitter," a piece of design fiction also set in The Lost Cause's prehistory, for a British think-tank. I'm getting geared up to start work on the novel next.

Currently reading: Just started Lauren Beukes's forthcoming Afterland: it's Y the Last Man plus plus, and two chapters in, it's amazeballs. Last month, I finished Andrea Bernstein's "American Oligarchs"; it's a magnificent history of the Kushner and Trump families, showing how they cheated, stole and lied their way into power. I'm getting really into Anna Weiner's memoir about tech, "Uncanny Valley." I just loaded Matt Stoller's "Goliath" onto my underwater MP3 player and I'm listening to it as I swim laps.

Latest podcast: The Masque of the Red Death and Punch Brothers Punch https://craphound.com/podcast/2020/03/16/the-masque-of-the-red-death-and-punch-brothers-punch/

Upcoming books: "Poesy the Monster Slayer" (Jul 2020), a picture book about monsters, bedtime, gender, and kicking ass. Pre-order here: https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781626723627?utm_source=socialmedia&utm_medium=socialpost&utm_term=na-poesycorypreorder&utm_content=na-preorder-buynow&utm_campaign=9781626723627

(we're having a launch for it in Burbank on July 11 at Dark Delicacies and you can get me AND Poesy to sign it and Dark Del will ship it to the monster kids in your life in time for the release date).

"Attack Surface": The third Little Brother book, Oct 20, 2020. https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250757531

"Little Brother/Homeland": A reissue omnibus edition with a new introduction by Edward Snowden: https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250774583

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If Jude's Parents lived pt2

We've been walking for what seems forever now, twice Cardan has fumbled with my sports bag. And twice have I tried to take it from him. He has refused every single time but finally relents in letting my arm go.

I sigh and begin to shrug out of my hoodie. Despite the light autumn breeze I feel a wave of warmth from wandering the woods. Usually, I just go home right after practice but when Taryn's club activites line up with my own I'm forced to shower and change. She isnt particular fond of my overall dress but I could care less. Plus they hide my kiddie shirt underneath that I fell asleep with when I woke up late.

Cardan gives me a sideways glance.

"Aren't your legs cold? He asks and I notice the way his eyes travel. I forgot to breathe for a moment.

"Do you think it'll get colder? I shift uncomfortably as we keep walking. Maybe I should have changed as Taryn suggested and I shake my head at the ridiculous notion. This isn't some pleasant outing, we were pressured into coming here. Before he can answer I ask how much further, he laments an answer and we walk in silence. The thicker the trees grow, the closer we end up together and I get annoyed at the way my heart jumps if he gets too close. It's getting dark and it's becoming harder for me to see. I almost bump into a tree and when I stop to turn around I bump into him instead.

Cardan grumbles, "Can't you watch where you're going?" And I can barely make out him fumbling with my bag again, the stick keeps getting caught in the branches.

I narrow my eyes, "Actually I can't see in the dark with my dull human eyes. Give me that!" I reach for the stick as he struggles to get it untangled and we fall. With him going back and me going forward, we bump our heads. The pain smarts so bad I have tears in my eyes as I laugh at how ridiculous this all is. Cardan's face recoils in horror as he watches me sit back and laugh at it all. He must think I'm crazy.

"Why are your eyes like that?" His voice sounds weird and I crack a smile. He reaches forward and I actually stop what I'm doing and hold my breathe. His finger stops a tear from rolling down my cheek and we both stare at the droplet.

"Have you never seen a girl cry before?" I joke to break the tension.

"I have. But I've never seen a tear this close before." It sinks into his skin and disappears. When it does he looks up into my eyes and the air feels too thick and our surroundings become too much all at once. I clear my throat and after a while rise to my feet, my hand reaching out too his, but he doesnt take it. I dust off the remnants of dirt and leaves off me, noticing the scrape on my knee and scratches on my arm. Cardan stares at my knee.

"You're bleeding." He crouches down to observe and I step back in surprise but he ignores me and clasps the back of it closer to his face. My face goes red and I hold on to anything for balance. He just glances at it, for the longest time, he finally reaches up to wipe the bit of forest left on it. "Do you have anything to clean it up?" A tendril of blood starts to roll down my leg and I reach over him to get my water bottle out of my bag. Out of the corner of my eye, almost too quick to see I watch him tear a piece of cloth out of his cloak and almost fasten it around my knee. I quickly put some water on it to keep it clean and he ties the makeshift bandage around my knee.

"We make a pretty good team." I say and his fingers linger longer on my leg then they're supposed to.

He chuckles, like a real chuckle, and presses his lips over the fabric covering my scrape. I just notice how close he is to my thigh, how his long fingers wrap around my leg, his eyes reach mine and notice me watching.

Cardan smiles, "Cat got your tongue?" It sounds so strange hearing him say such a throw away phrase that I crack a small grin.

"C'mon weirdo. We're going to be late to this party. Who knows what Locke is doing to my sister." I reach out to pull him and this time he takes it, I realize how tall he is when he's brooding over me. I notice how his nostrils flare a little bit when he gets too close.

"Probably having a bit of fun." He smirks but there is something heavy behind it.

My eyes narrow, no longer finding the humor in his words. " Probably doing something you would be doing, huh?" I ground my tone and he just laughs at my serious face.

" Oh, no. I'd be doing a lot worse." Cardan's face is only inches from mine, and I try to hide the gulp in my throat.

"Let's go, before we're late." He says and takes my hand this time. I dont fight it since I'm basically blind out here. The world has grown too dark and my eyes have trouble adjusting, as I hear the forest come alive I get closer to Cardan, practically curling into his side. I can't help but notice how smug he seems about it.

"Are you the boy that I see at the edge of the woods?"

Cardan's back stiffens but he keeps leading us deeper and deeper into the thicket of trees. I hear a distant cry and fight the urge to shiver.

He doesn't answer. But I know its true. For months, maybe even longer, I've noticed a tall lean figure cloaked in black at the edge of trees near pur home. Sometimes even as I'm walking home alone from school.

"I'm not a boy." Cardan finally relents, "And what makes you so sure it's me, theres a lot of things out here. Even now, we aren't the only ones here "

I glance around at his words and my eyes fall back on him." Yeah, but not anything quite like you."

Cardan stops. "Jude, I-"

"JUUUDE!" A familiar voice calls and then slams right into me.

Vivi picks me up into a big hug and I can hear my back crack. Ouch.

"Vivi-I-can't...breathe." she let's go when I say this and beams at me. She glances at Cardan and wiggles her eyebrows at him.

"What have you two been up to? Taryn got here ages ago. Locke said you two must have gotten lost but I know that can't be true. Right Car-"

"That's Prince to you, halfling." A nasty voice crows from behind us. The most beautiful girl with blue hair calls out to Cardan and he gives her such a dark look, that I can see her flinch from here. I let go of his hand and ask for my bag. Cardan almost looks hurt when I do this.

Vivi rolls her eyes, "Your ex is such a pain. Give it to me Cardan, I'll go stash Jude bag with Taryn. I don't need either of you showing up saying the folk enchanted your homework." Vivi peeks under my shirt and I blush. She checks to see if I have my hawthorn necklace and then smooths my shirt back down. "Nice bra." She winks and then dances away with my bag, she's pumping her fist into the air with my lacrosse stick.

I groan. I'm probably going to have to get a new one. "So much for my lucky stick."

"Do you really believe that is brings you luck?" Cardan asks, his hands are at his side as we walk amongst the throng of people, mine in my pockets.

I shrug, "It could be. I mean it doesn't matter to you but it definitely matters to me. I guess that's what makes it lucky." I notice my braid unraveling and I smooth out the plaits with my fingers. Cardan's voice catches and we stare silently at each other. He grows more inhuman every minute and I feel a real wave of terror go across my body.

"Its really you, isn't it." I ask in a whisper, the noticable throng of people around us growing louder and louder. I think I even hear minstrel music and smell wine being poured.

What kind of party is this?

Cardan reaches out, his fingers gliding through my hair. Carefully tucking one side behind my ear.

"I don't know why I do it. At first it was just at out of curiosity. Vivi used talk about this world, your world, and how she had to always go back. And I couldn't understand the pull of it, so she led us to your home and pointed out all the enchantments her and her parents had around it to protect them. And then you came into view. Every morning she said you run, and I just started to watch and I couldn't look away. So I didn't."

My heart started to pump loudly in my ears, this strange whatever he was had been stalking me all this time and I was just processing it all. The wave of fear I felt before, started to drive faster up my spine.

This isn't right, he isn't human.

As I look around I start to notice that not all of them are human either. As they dance, their forms start to wave and in the hazy glow of the fire I can see their true forms come to light. I gasp and Cardan grabs my hand to tug me away. A few pairs of eyes watch us, but a very human girl trips over a barrel into a vat of wine and they all laugh. The girl too.

I can see Taryn and Locke talking closely in the dark, and I wonder aloud if I should worry about those two.

Cardan makes a noise and I turn to see that he's lead us into a private spot, away from onlookers. He unclasps his cloak and has it pool around him as he sits. His ruffled white shirt and fancy breeches make me feel underdressed until I see one of his kind walk around naked. I reluctantly sit next to him.

"You shouldn't worry about those two. They've been seeing each other for weeks now."

My eyebrows raise and he is surprised by my reaction.

"You didn't know?" I shake my head, "They put on a good show. But tonight is the first night she comes here."

"So you two weren't looking for Vivi, you were waiting for us." Theres something strange in my voice, and I look down at my bitten finger. A long time ago I had followed Vivi into the forest, she had something to show me. It was a gathering quite not like this but just as lively. I got lost and people had fed me food and drink, they made me dance until I cried for them to make me stop. I had begged one of them to let me go and I said I'd give them anything. They did, but I paid dearly. I smooth my finger over the nub. When people ask me about it, I make up a story so they'll let me go.

I tell Cardan this, I explain that's why I'm wary of them. When he had told me that he had been watching, i had always assumed it was that thing that had bitten me that day. I had been afraid it had come back.

"--To finish me off." I add and Cardan grabs my hand to examine it. He presses the nub to his lips and then uses it to cradle his face.

"I would never do that."

"What's a promise from the folk." I smile and shrug. I fight the tears that threaten to come and look up at the stars instead.

" I promise to never do that. To never let them do that."

I look at Cardan with a humorless smile, "As much as I want to believe that. What would you get in return?"

Cardan's voice comes out breathless," What would I get?" He pauses as he gazes at me, he leans in closer. "Would you let me see you again? More often."

"This close?" I tease but he nods.

"Of course. Will you let me continue visiting you Jude Duarte? Would you let me come to your window at night and wisk you away to my world. Only for a bit."

"How do I know you don't go around promising others the same thing?"

Cardan's lips tilt a little, "You don't. You're just going to have to trust me."

I tense, "I'd be a fool to trust you so easily, give me your word. Prince."

He stills for a second.

"I, Cardan Greenbriar, give Jude Duarte my word to never harm her nor let any other folk in and out of my court to do so either. May you always have my protection." And he kisses my finger and then my palm and I feel this cool breeze sink into my veins. Knowing full well that it worked. "Now it's your turn."

"My turn?" I ask, eyebrows up yet again. Cardan nods for me to give my end of the bargain.

" Okay," I clear my throat and sit up tall, pivoting my body to face his," I, Jude Duarte, give Cardan Greenbriar my word and permission to visit me more often. But not just in the forest. Wherever we like, as long as I agree to the terms. And you have to walk me home if you're going to be in the forest. No more stalking." I quickly add.

Cardan frowns, "Jude, I would hardly call that stalking. You're not my prey you know." I shiver at his words.

"Well, where I come from it's called stalking. I used to have this boy follow me to all my classes at school. Eventually, I had to break his nose to get him to stop. Vivi had to come in and fix the whole thing." I wave off.

Cardan's expression darkens, "That serious?"

"Yeah. He didn't have my permission to do so. You do now, I guess." I wink at him and he actually laughs.

"I'm honored."

"You should be." I say and look at the revelers having their party then back at Cardan.

"Can I visit you when you have your friends?"

"You mean like a party? Like this," I gesture and he nods," I believe it falls with in the lines of our verbal contract. You can even come to some of my lacrosse games when we play home if you'd like. But you might want to look a little but different." I wave at his clothes and otherness and he frowns.

"You're very distracting and I would need for you to blend in. For your own protection of course." I clear my throat and he laughs at my expression.

"Do you find me distracting Jude?" Cardan asks and I cant help but look at his lips as he leans in.

To both of our surprise I lean in closer and say, "Very."

I crush my lips to his and I'm surprised to see how hesitant they are. At first. Then a second later we're kissing back with same intensity and I forget about the party and the people who are and aren't human. All I know is that Cardan is kissing me right now as if I might disappear tomorrow and never come back. I'm not entirely sure that he's wrong.

#tqon #twk fanfic #tcp fic #tcp fanfic #tcp #tcp spoilers #the cruel prince fic #the wicked king fanfic #the wicked king #cardan #king cardan #prince cardan #carden x jude #jude #queen jude #jude x cardan #cardan x jude #jude duarte

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