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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years ago

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Hiiii lovely ♥️

Congratulations on 800 followers! So happy for you ☺️ I was wondering for the October request celebration if I could make a Levi request? Butttt if you’re tired of writing tons of Levi fic, I would also love your take on Jean if you don’t mind :)

Anyway, here’s the plot LOL. The Scouts throw a Halloween costume party & it just so happens that the F reader & Levi’s costumes go together (it can be modern or not, your choice). That the reader wasn’t even sure if he was going to go, let alone dress up. Maybe the reader has too much to drink & Levi takes care of her/she gets the courage to tell Levi about her feelings. And that they’ve both been crushing on one another prior to the party & the story ends with some fluff! Hopefully that was clear enough ♥️ Biggest fan of your work & I would love to see you do this!

AN: This took me a min, last week was midterms for me so I apologize for the delay. But this was fun to write, I did a bit of both Levi and Jean for you to spice things up a bit ;)

Summary: You want more from Levi, and you're going to get it even if it means finding it with someone else. Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: drug use, alcohol, kissing, choking, heavy petting, angst.

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The air was crisp and thin with the promise of fall on its breath. The trees shook in the wind, leaves long gone, littering the ground in an array of golden brown. Tree limbs rattled as they knocked against each other, like the sound of old bones.

The seasons had changed and with it came the time of the spirits, the day that ghosts and goblins roamed the earth when the veil between the living and the dead is said to be at its thinnest. You had always loved Halloween, the lore behind it, and the promise of tricks and treats. Even now as a young adult you never fail to dress up and get absolutely plastered.

This year would be no different, however, you were determined to see that a certain someone joined you in the festivities. Levi was stubborn and hated to relent, even to you who it was said he had a soft spot for.

The whole month of October you had pleaded for him to dress up with you, a costume that you had bought the very first week that Spirit Halloween had opened its doors. Now it was the week before the 31st and you were trying every trick in the book to persuade him. You brought him his favorite teas, made him his favorite lemon tarts, you even cleaned your messy apartment for him! What more could he ask from you? You had finally given up hope of him dressing up, choosing to leave the Gomez Addams costume on his bed when he was out doing homework at the library.

You spent that week gathering the finishing touches for your costume, the dress, and the makeup. By the time Saturday rolled around, you were satisfied with the outcome of your hard work. You had found the perfect wig and the perfect black dress that reached your ankles with slits up the thighs allowing you to show off the garters that you had bought. The makeup was more challenging, you had to seek help from Mikasa when you needed the eyeliner done, she also went ahead and did the eyeshadow for you. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled at your reflection, the red lipstick outlining your lips made your teeth look stark white.

Mikasa stood next to you, her hair stiff with all of the hairspray you had sprayed onto it. She wore a black puffy dress straight from the eighties, along with a frilly choker and dark eyeshadow. She made a perfect Lydia and Eren was going as Beetlejuice, you hoped that Connie had used the green hair dye correctly so it wouldn’t last longer than the weekend. The two of you left to meet up at Eren and Jean’s dorm to pregame before the frat party.

The room was crammed with bodies already, Sasha and Connie were Shaggy and Scooby, Ymir and Historia were going as a classic devil angel duo. Jean was dressed as the Joker, his face painted white with some impressive special effects makeup to make it look like his mouth was cut. Armin was dressed as cupid, which you found hilarious, the fake wings on his back kept getting jostled as people brushed past him. You all knocked back some shots before pulling on coats and making the hike up the hill that all of the frat houses were perched on.

The sidewalks were filled with people all dressed in various costumes, most of them were waiting in line hoping to get into Erwin’s frat, the biggest house on the block. Your group bypassed the line and went around the back as Erwin had instructed, the man at the back let you in, it was Mike. He was dressed like a dog, in a furry bodysuit with a pair of ears on top of his head.

The music was deafening, a Halloween playlist by the sounds of it. In the center of the living room was a game of beer pong, the hardwood floors already sticky with spilled beer. You stuck with your group, weaving through bodies, most dressed in scandalous costumes.

You made it to the kitchen, an array of alcoholic beverages lined up sloppily on the counter. Ymir was mixing rum and coke, Sasha was ladling out punch, gummies floating in the liquid. Connie was pulling out a ziploc baggie, buds of weed inside ready to be ground.

Eren dug into his pocket and pulled out some wrappers and a grinder. Mikasa was laughing over shots with Historia and Armin, their cheeks already flushing from the alcohol. You knocked back a shot and grinned as you watched Connie and Eren fuss over the weed. The group shuffled out of the kitchen once the weed was properly ground and found yourselves a spot in the basement where the crowd was thinnest. Connie took the first hit, a dopey grin on his face as he passed it off to Sasha to his right. The blunt worked its way around the group a few times before burning out. By the time you had finished it, the basement was shrouded in smoke and you were all laughing at something Ymir had said.

“I’m going to go upstairs and grab another drink.” You told them, smoothing out your dress as you stood. They all said something in acknowledgment before turning their focus back onto the conversation. You climbed the creaky stairs and reentered the party, your perception felt off, vision clouded, and your mind moving slowly. You managed to grab yourself a white claw without interruption, but once you turned to leave you were stopped by a hand.

“You look so sexy!” It was Hange, their hand was clamped tightly over your shoulder and you smiled warmly at them.

“Thanks! You look….” You weren’t sure what to say at first, their costume was loud, to say the least, they seemed to be a mad scientist. A large white lab coat that was spattered in blood, a pair of yellow gloves pulled over their hands, and goggles that were perched over their messy ponytail.

“Fabulous I know.” They grinned wickedly and you laughed as they snapped the glove against their forearm.

“I was going to say normal, you look like you would any given day.” You teased and they feigned a hurt expression.

“I’ll pretend that you didn’t just say that.” They steered you towards the jumble of dancing bodies and you yelped in protest.

“The reason I grabbed you is that someone is asking for you.” They answered your unspoken question, so you let them guide you through the throng of bodies towards the front door. There you saw Erwin, he was dressed like a zombie, fake blood staining his neck where he had some special effects makeup. Once you got closer, you recognized Levi. He was wearing the costume you had picked out for him, but he didn’t look happy about it. His hair was slicked back and the suit he wore was pristine. His dark eyes met yours and you tried to keep the excitement off of your features.

“Found her!” Hange shoved you forward like a prize, their voice light and almost sing-songy.

“Wow, Levi I didn’t think you would make it.” You commented, and Levi scowled at you.

“I didn’t either,” Levi grumbled, shooting a withering look to both Hange and Erwin who shared a mischievous grin.

“Well, you’re here now!” Erwin clapped him on the back and then slipped away into the crowd, when you looked behind you it seemed that Hange had also made a sneaky exit.

“Do you want a drink?” You asked him, stepping closer to him and his nose crinkled in disgust. You reeked of weed, he shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, closing himself off.

“Isn’t being here enough?” He spat and you flinched, recoiling and glaring at him.

“If that’s how you feel.” You grumbled, turning and stalking back into the crowd. He watched you go, particularly the way the dress hugged your hips and exposed your thighs with each step. He didn’t want to follow you just yet, first, he would go find Erwin and give him a stern talking to.

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You made it back to the basement unharmed and dropped onto the floor next to Jean, your shoulder pressed against his. He looked at you and smirked, his hand coming to rest on the top of your knee. This was fine, you needed a distraction right about now, you should’ve known that Levi would be an asshole. He only ever seemed to need you around when he was horny anyway. So you let Jean’s hand wander as your friends laughed and lit another blunt, his warm fingers rubbing the inside of your thigh.

You were grateful for the alcohol, it muddied your mind and made it easier to forget the disgust on Levi’s face when you came near him. You wondered if he was embarrassed by being seen with an underclassman, or maybe he just saw you as a whore, a hole to use. When the others left for another round of drinks you let Jean pull you into his lap, his strong arms wrapped around you.

He wasn’t embarrassed of you, he was all too eager to meet your receptiveness to his actions. He was speaking softly in your ear, and you enjoyed the way his breath made your skin tingle. You grew tired of his small talk, his hands still wandering up and down your legs. So you turned and brushed your lips against his when he stopped talking, you could feel the white face paint and the red fake blood rubbing off of his skin and onto your lips. His kiss was softer than Levi’s almost unsure, but eager nonetheless. You soon realized that you were the one calling the shots, so you turned and straddled his lap, your legs caging him in. His hands were in your hair now, tugging gently as he worked his lips against yours. He pulled away with a soft smack of his lips and let out a slow sigh. His breath fanning over your face.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all semester.” He mumbled as you tried to catch his mouth once more, you weren’t particularly interested in what he had to say at this moment. His hands were rubbing circles on your sides through the thin fabric of your dress. He seemed starved, it felt as if he was trying to devour you, and you felt needed. Appreciated, you felt as if you were desired, and Jean was hardly ashamed of you, hell you were sitting in the middle of the living room in the basement.

Just as Jean’s large warm hands slid up under your dress, you felt a cold hand grip the back of your neck, prying you apart from Jean. You yelped and Jean gripped on tighter to your thighs, his nails leaving crescent marks.

“Get up.” As good as Jean had made you feel, nothing compared to hearing Levi’s commanding voice in your ear. So you scrambled off of Jean’s lap, the poor boy looked hurt and confused. But those emotions were fleeting, soon changing to a look of anger.

Levi’s grip remained on the back of your neck, icy fingers holding you firmly as you stumbled to your feet. Your head was spinning, your mind groggy from the weed and shots that you had taken. Levi pulled you back roughly, forcing your back against his chest, you closed your eyes, savoring the scent of his shampoo and the hot puffs of air that escaped his nose.

“We’re leaving.” He wasn’t talking to Jean, he was talking to you and you alone. Before Jean could even get in a word of protest, Levi had shifted his grip on you to your bicep and steered you towards the door. You staggered alongside him, leaning onto him not necessarily because you needed the support, you liked feeling him close.

The two of you escaped out of the back door, the night air had a sobering effect. The cool breeze soaked right through your dress as you marched back towards Levi’s apartment a few blocks away. You passed plenty of young college students along the way, all dressed in scandalous costumes. Once you made it back into his building and into his apartment, Levi finally spoke. He threw you down onto his sofa, and you groaned when your head hit the armrest.

“Ow, why so rough?” You whimpered and he scowled down at you through narrowed eyes.

“What’s your problem?” You tried again when he still said nothing, instead he leaned in, his knee planted between your spread legs. His breath fanned across your face, transfixing you with thoughts of his lips on yours. You tried to lean in and catch his bottom lip, but his cold hand closed around your slender throat, pinning you back to the couch.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s a game you will surely lose.” Levi’s words were smooth, lacking emotion. You swallowed thickly and you knew that he could feel the action.

“I’m not playing games.” You lied, and his brows furrowed.

“Lying now are we?” He growled, his hand closing off your airway, and you let out a sharp exhale.

“I thought we had a deal.” Levi continued, seeing that you weren’t able to speak.

“I don’t like to share (Y/n).” Levi’s hand relaxed on your throat and you knew that he expected an answer now. You sucked in a deep breath, eyes lidded and mouth hanging open.

“I’m not some whore you can use.” You snarled, and you got the brief satisfaction of shock passing over his features.

“That’s exactly what you’re acting like.” Levi’s knee crept forward, now dangerously close to your crotch. You wiggled, hoping to meet him halfway, but he saw right through you, his hand closing down around your throat once more to keep you in place.

“Then I’m your whore, Levi.” Tears were beginning to threaten to spill past your lashes, due to the frustration of needing him mixed with the emotions you felt that came with your rocky relationship.

“Then why were you kissing Jean?” He asked and you whimpered pathetically.

“Because I wanted to feel needed.” You whined and his hand released your neck, favoring to splay out across your chest, feeling the rapid beating of your heart.

“Why don’t you…” He stopped mid-sentence, you knew that he wasn’t one to speak on his emotions so you waited patiently.

“Why don’t you feel needed with me?” He finally forced the words from his mouth and you sighed with relief, this is what you wanted. You wanted to tell him how you felt without seeming too needy.

“I want to be more than your fuckbuddy Levi.” You spoke bluntly and you saw his brow quirk up as he played with the neckline of your dress.

“So you nearly fucked Jean because of this?” He chose his words carefully, and you knew that you had gone about this situation wrongly, but hey you were here now.

“Yes, because I thought that if you wouldn’t give me what I wanted, then I would find it elsewhere.” You watched the shock pass his features once more, but this time you felt little pleasure in seeing it.

“I’ll give you what you want,” Levi said after a moment of silence, he leaned forward and kissed you. It was softer than the way that Jean kissed you earlier, his lips moving slowly as if trying to memorize the feeling of your lips on his. He had never kissed you this way before, his hands in your hair and cradling your face like something precious, not like a toy to use.

When you pulled apart you pressed your forehead to his, breaths mingling sweetly. He sighed deeply, his eyes still close, long lashes brushing his cheeks. You ran your hands through his hair, feeling the slightly crusted gel that he had used for his costume.

“I don’t want to see you with anyone else.” He grumbled, lips brushing yours as he spoke softly.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else.” You mumbled, tilting your head to kiss him once more.

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edgelordfucker · 2 years ago

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READER DRESSED UP AS MORTICIA ADDAMS THATS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT RIGHT NOW

Philip as Gomez is the perfect accessory. 😫 He gets too into it. The way he purrs, "Cara mia." Refuses to cut or dye his hair, but he does grow a little mustache for it, though. Wait, no, Philip with a pencil mustache I can't SJKSDKJLFSJKLDFKLSDFSLDJKF I TAKE IT BACK. Maybe he can just wear the suit, and perform the mannerisms instead. As a treat.

#replies #you have also put slumber party right back into my head its been playing between my ears the whole time that i've been typing this #MY GIRL LOOKS LIKE WEDNESDAY ADDAMS EYES GO BLACK WHEN SHE

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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I just wanted to draw Shadows over snowchester au! >-< This is Tommy and Purple, our paranormal investigators, btw sorry it looks so bad, I just wanted to do the design’s for them (and later the rest).

Purple's dyed his hair with the extra blue dye Tommy had left from doing his hair.

Is it bad that I can kinda imagine Tommy making a greenhouse in snowchester to keep flowers (and ingredients for other species!) because dyes can be made from flowers, soo why not just keep a bunch so he can collect them himself later. Tommy himself takes care of the greenhouse and EVERY plant in there considering that he can’t really die anymore 👍.

Tubbo with Michael: Oh, hi Tommy, Purple! What are you doing?

Purple sitting on a stack of dirt sacks whilst reading an book of shadow’s: I’m reading a book about these plant’s and how to properly care for them.

Tommy who’s doing all the work of moving the plant’s around and placing them where there supposed to be so no accidents happen because he placed some plants that react bad combined in the same flower bed: Ya know... Gardening...

Michael reaches out for a moving red-fleshy plant:

Purple, smacking his hand away from the plant, not taking his eyes of the book: no.

Tommy, completely done with Purple’s bullshit: Come on purple let’s get back to work!

Purple getting up to finally help the Phantom out + not look bad in front of Tubbo: on it!

This is literally one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen, holy heck. They both look neat, and I love how you put blue in Purpled’s hair too. He looks kind of smug, nudging Tommy. What’s he up to? Just, wow, overall. Really, really cool.

Tommy should absolutely have a greenhouse in Snowchester. Gardener!Tommy. He probably starts it as a project to work on at night when he realizes he doesn’t need as much sleep, and it grows from there.

Starts off with normal plants, for dye, and some herbs for Purpled later on, and evolves to be a mixture of a normal garden, and something you’d see in the Addams Family’s backyard. I imagine it’s very pretty though. Maybe a huge dome, with glass scattered about the roof, keeping it dark for some areas, and light for others? And glowstone or shroomlights or even soul lanterns lighting the path. Spooky, beautiful vibes.

Purpled may read some of those instructions, but not many of the plants like him, to his slight offense. Tommy does most of the gardening though, so he supposes he can’t be too upset.

Probably leads to some mishaps though. Not everyone knows where to not go in that greenhouse, especially people who don’t live in Snowchester.

I particularly like that ‘not look bad in front of Tubbo’ bit. It made me laugh, not entirely sure why. The idea of Purpled just sitting there reading for an hour while Tommy works and only helping when Tubbo comes in is just really funny to me.

Thank you for sending this, I enjoyed this ask a lot.

#Shadow Over Snowchester AU #dream smp #dream smp au #purpled #tommyinnit #tubbo #michael the zombie pigchild #this is so cool #i love it

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sxfiyxplz · 4 years ago

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Party Favours

I just want to thank @pseudonymphet for the motivation for this one!

Tagged: @rita-tlr @fistmebuckyskywalker @little-red-22 @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123

Word count 2.2k

Warnings (angst kinda at the beginning???)

Disclaimer: everything written here is for FUN I have ZERO affiliation with Sebastian and anyone else written in this it’s FANFICTION!!!!!!

Summary: You have an argument with your boyfriend which you think has cost you your relationship. So you look find yourself looking elsewhere at a party.

You wasn’t an avid Halloween celebrator, but when Mackie had invited you to a charity halloween party, you was fucking living for it. Your week had just taken a turn for the worst, returning back home to your apartment after having a fight with your boyfriend. Yes okay couples have arguments, the best of them do you thought, but the way in which his shiny blue eyes that you adored turned cold when he told you to leave, you knew there wasn’t any chance you was going to come back from this anytime soon.

Having a relationship that was in the public eye was irritating for you to say the least. But the two of you tried to keep your relationship intimate and safe at home- that was the only way it seemed to work as you both had shared numerous on-screen relationships and rendezvouses.

Out of the two of you, you’d definitely been the relaxed one in the relationship, not letting tabloids get in your head especially if they tried to pair your man with another woman as they were supposedly seen together. You knew he would only ever want to come home to you and you was the exact same when it came to him. However, your boyfriend was the jealous protective type, which often led to the occasional disagreements, but the sweetest make ups throughout your time together. Things had lately turned sour though, and you often felt that constantly having to reassure your boyfriend that nothing ever going on between your male acquaintances just made him drift further apart from you.

It wasn’t until that night he invited you over for dinner he finally boiled over and let his jealousy get the better of him. You’d been away a few days, work had you in meetings for a new series you was guest to star in. It wasn’t anything big but when you received the text to come over when you landed home, you was excited to see the man you loved as a little way to celebrate the new job. However it didn’t take more then 30 minutes in his cosy apartment for the two of you being at logger heads over a Instagram story a cast mate had posted of the two of you and how you looked just a little too comfortable together. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was that sent you over the edge and had you spluttering tears and viscous words. Was it how calm he composed himself whilst lacing his words with venomous sarcasm? Or was it the fact that when he did see you with any other male counterpart, he couldn’t bare to even look at you as you saw his eyes shift as his brain churned out fake scenarios of your escapades without him by your side. Whatever it was it had you spinning on your heels, asking him what life was like being such a “jealous prick” making both of you freeze. You knew you hadn’t meant for your words to come out so distastefully, but at this point you wanted to break down and crawl back to the man you knew you loved and cared for, not the man that sat rigid on the couch digesting what exactly you had just called him. Before you even had time to turn around and beg for things to go back to normal he had told you that if that’s how you felt for you to leave and not bother looking back. Was that it? This was how the two of you was going to end your relationship? Was your relationship even over? You couldn’t comprehend what was happening as you turned to him, tears in your eyes demanding he take back what he said. But as you looked up at him his eyes also filled with tears, and it wasn’t anger or jealousy but the single concept of trust that lacked causing the whole ordeal. You knew you couldn’t fix whatever it was that had eaten away at your relationship, not in a night- sighing in defeat you turned grabbing your jacket and bags, closing the door behind you and not looking back.

Since that night, you’d pranced around your apartment, finishing at least 3 bottles of wine and a bottle of tequila, the special kind only to break out in emergencies, listening to your “sad girl anthems” playlist on repeat. The sorrows and self pity you had felt the night you cried yourself to sleep in a drunken state had just about disappeared as your phone pinged with a text from Anthony, giving you the address for tonight’s event. Saturday night, Halloween. You would be in the arms of the man you loved, yes loved, watching scary movies together in bed. Instead you stood alone in your apartment, lights dim (to get in the spooky mood of course) as you straightened your long dark frontal, admiring the view. For saying you had potentially just had a 2 year relationship end at the beginning of the week over a photograph of you and a co-star who definitely wasn’t your type, you really had to give it to yourself for your outfit. Your black dress was long but figure hugging, hair seamless, not a stray out of place and your lips and nails painted the perfect shade of red. Your eyes looked you up and down once more as you placed the dark chunky ring on your finger making you fall into deep thought on whether your boyfriend would be there, if you could still call him that. He’d always told you that if you both were ever to go out to a halloween party you’d both dress up as Morticia and Gomez Addams. He’d even joked that he would box dye his hair and shave so to only have the iconic moustache. You mentally cursed as you thought of how happy you’d be holding onto his arm, leaning into his strong build as the two of you went to this party tonight. Before you could think anymore your uber buzzed you out of your daydream. You needed yourself a Prince you told yourself, not a companion, as you stepped into the uber giving him the address. So that was what you went out to find.

The venue was stunning to say the least and was completely packed. Taking in your surroundings you had to admit Anthony had really pulled this off. You greeted all who you knew and made your way to the bar for a needed drink. Vodka sodas was the only thing you were drinking tonight seen as that’s what you started on back home. Your body began to sway with the music, getting head getting lost in whatever remix they had decided to blast through the speakers. You was in your own thoughts until a tap on your shoulder snapped you out of then. You turned around, reciprocating two huge grins staring at you. Anthony and Sebastian. Sebastian. You and Anthony had been friends before the fame, seeing him as the older brother you always wanted. Sebastian however was a different story. Although you remained friendly, others often told you both before and after getting a boyfriend that the two of you had a spark. There was always a sparkle in Sebastians eyes when he looked at you, a touch always lingered, a hug always tightened- all three apparent as he swung both arms around you before Anthony even got the chance to greet you.

“The other half still acting bitter about your fight?” Mackie asked, not beating around the bush. You sighed and shrugged. Was he still your other half?

“Wait you two had a fight? How did I not know this?” Seb asked looking between the two of you confused as to why he hadn’t been told about the domestic. Sebastian had always been fond of your relationship, the moment you and your boyfriend got together he would often make comments on how lucky he was to have you and how he was so happy to see you content. You shrugged again, not wanting to let your emotions overtake you tonight, so ordered tequila shots for the boys, somehow exempting yourself from the liquor by shaking your half full class of vodka soda at the two of them. Conversing with the two of them helped pass the time and before you knew it Anthony had left you and Sebastian the bar together. The conversation began to drift and you found yourself thinking of him, the man you was crazy in love with on Monday. Now you was nursing a drink wishing he was at your side.

“You know you don’t need your Gomez by your side to look hot as you do right now.” Sebastian said softly into your ear, scooting closer to you to the point his body was pressed across your back. He caressed your right cheek and turned it to face him, taking you all in with a smirk. “Maybe you just need a charming unorthodox Prince Charming to make you smile.”

“You’re a prince?” You almost laughed in his face shooting him a puzzled look. Yes his outfit was adorable, the blue waistcoat with gold with his hair somewhat groomed and beige bottoms were adorable, but you really had no clue who he had come dressed as.

“Seriously? Can’t you tell who I am?” He gave you a slow twirl, acting like that made all the difference to his outfit. “Oh my God I’m Flynn! Tangled? Come on!” He exclaimed, still shocked you only just clocked on to who he was talking about.

“You should have kept the hot blonde you’ve been dating around a little longer and maybe your outfit would have made more sense” you winked but he laughed you off, clearly she was no longer flavour of the month for your friend. Not wanting to leave Sebastian alone as the music pulled you to the dance floor you locked your fingers in his and dragged him down with you, making your way into the middle of the crowded dance floor. It was almost on instinct the two of you laced your fingers to rest on his neck and his perch at the bottom of your back. Even though it wasn’t a slow song, you swayed in his grip, slowly moving closer loosening up a little making him grin at you. Your thumb ran circles on the back of his neck as your now free hand brushed his sorry attempt of curtains out of his eyes.

“You know what. You look hot as a prince” you smirked up at him, carrying on what you knew would be an ongoing inside joke between the two of you from now on.

“Are you drunk?”

“Maybe” you lied. Although you wish you were so to at least have an excuse if the small space between the two of your lips miraculously decided to close. Did you want to kiss Sebastian? absolutely- there was no questioning the chemistry that the two of you were radiating, but his hand snaking further down your back to grab your ass definitely didn’t help. The sensations he was sending through you drove you insane. The two vodka sodas didn’t stand a chance to intoxicate you when you could feel the heat of Sebastians breath on your neck as you dug your hips closer to him as the music blared through the both of you.

“People are gonna stare” he whispered which made you erupt in laughter. Did you really care? No not really. The argument between you and your boyfriend had cut deep. Even though the reason for the spat was somewhat a blur at this point, he hadn’t make you feel the way you currently was feeling in a long time. You could feel your body vibrate from head to toe whilst being under Sebastians touch. Although you tried your hardest to jump out of the trance Sebastian had got you under you were attached to his waist, swaying your body as he squeezed your hips whilst you continued to dance.

“You done babysitting my girlfriend now?” A voice asked, loud and agitated. You knew the voice like it was sent from out of heaven, sending shivers down your spine and leaving goosebumps all over your body. There he was, stood by in a black suit, hair slicked back with a side part. Although he hasn’t box dyed his hair it was heavily gelled and he’d even shaved his beard leaving only his moustache neatly trimmed. Both your eyes were fixated on each other. You wasn’t quite sure whether it was the adrenaline of seeing him again since you’d last parted or the fact your body had been riled up by Sebastian, but all you wanted to do was grab his face and kiss him. If you did you knew the first thing to split would be your dress as you latch your legs around his torso. Then you’d have your fingers locked into his hair as you devour his pink pouting lips. Sebastians moving hand snapped you out of your daydream, as you saw your boyfriends brows begin to frown at his actions. He froze a little as he watched his own friend pull you into his grip, something he would do to you as his girlfriend. Had he lost you already?

“Chris” you blurted, making him now jump out of his own trance, “what are you doing here?”

#halloween #x reader #sebastian stan #chris evans #black girl #chris evans x black reader #Sebastian Stan x black reader #anthony mackie #IM SORRY #I had to

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pluviophile-bookworm · 4 years ago

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AWAE 2x5 rewatch: thoughts and reactions

Look, I’m glad the girls were having fun, but I hate that this is yet another way for Anne to undermine her own looks. Why can’t she just accept and love herself for who she is? I feel like this cold open is important.

Gosh, with the way Anne talks about Diana’s lips, I can totally see why people ship them. I for one don’t, at least not romantically, but the signs are definitely there, and in a more modern setting, they might have been written ending up together.

You know, I love how confident Ruby is in her preferences. Yes, she thinks of nothing but beaus. Yes, that’s ok. Well, maybe not perfectly ok, but no one can make he change what she thinks about, and I’m really glad she knows it. I love that girl and that’s that.

Come on, Diana, there’s no should and must when it comes to kissing! That’s what I’ve heard anyway. I’ve never been kissed and with how touch-averse I am, I’d much like it to stay that way. But speaking of Diana and kissing, fast-forward to season 3, I believe Jerry was the one who forgot what he should or shouldn’t do when being kissed. And Diana... she had forgotten it long before the kiss happened.

I said already I don’t ship DiAnne romantically, but I like how whenever they role-play, Anne always wants Diana to play the love interest, and Diana always steps right into character.

“Why must the girl wait for the boy?” Well, once again, season 3. I like to think Diana remembered this moment then and just decided it was not quite necessary to wait.

I love how Marilla isn’t bothered by the noise coming from Anne’s room where the girls are chatting, but instead smiles knowingly at it. She’s becoming a true mother, that one, as if she was a couple of years younger and Anne was her own child. Well, I guess she is now.

That was a long cold open. And a beautiful one, as they often are. A gold open, one might say.

Bash seems just as excited about seeing Canada as Gilbert was to explore Trinidad. Their brotherhood is beautiful.

Boys being boys? No, Diana, allowing them to do that can only lead to... what Billy did to Josie in season 3. They should be told this is wrong, and I see Anne is going to do just that. “A skirt is not an invitation.” How iconic that line is.

Ooh, the grapes are sour, aren’t they, Josie? Mentioning her a minute ago, I couldn’t help noticing she wasn’t there when the girls were at Green Gables.

And I see Billy and Josie’s fatal courting has begun. And Prissy and Phillips’ is just growing bigger.

I see Josie is willing to “educate” her classmates in a proper “mature” game of spin the bottle. And of course, Billy has to be an even bigger... uh, no swearing on main... you know what I mean - about it than she is. If I didn’t think nobody deserves Billy, I’d have said they deserve each other. But even Josie doesn’t deserve that dirt-bag. “Where does that leave Cole?”, seriously? With the real men, of course. Where does that leave you?

I can’t help but root for Josie here, telling Cole she’s glad he’s there. She redeemed herself with that one.

Sorry, Charlie, but who are you to speak for Diana? She can do that perfectly well on her own, thank you.

Diana and Moody? I see where their - if that can even be called courtship - in 3x1 came from. But I like him better with Ruby.

Ok, that kiss was even more awkward than “Your dress is very... blue.” Poor dear Moody. He’ll get better.

Poor Anne... her trauma seems to never let her go. And what is Josie suggesting with “you’re of unfortunate circumstances, this can’t be your first kiss”. That was awful.

And speaking of everyone wanting to kiss Diana, as Anne was, there’s Jerry greeting her for the first time by name (because I count the “Hello, ladies” to her and Ruby in season 1 as a greeting to Diana). “I understand you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” Oh, Jerry!... Well, as I’ve said about the movie Titanic, how blissful it is to smile at the beginning as if you don’t know how it’s going to end... that definitely goes for these two.

“You’e very bold.” Come season 3, we’ll see who the bold one really is. Also, I love that Jerry’s smile is back.

“I’d rather be smart.” Yes, Diana, that’s the way to go. And judging by the end of season 3, you’re definitely both smart and beautiful. The two aren’t mutually exclusive, you know.

Anne talking about kissing to Matthew and Marilla, neither of whom ever married or had anything more than an utterly tragical romance is... well, awkward. I mean, well, it renders Matthew unable to sentence, if I may put this in a more modern way of speaking than my usual style.

“If you had red hair, you’d want to cover it too.” Well, is this the one where Anne dyes her hair? It has to be. It’s mid-season.

Oh, I don’t know about dyeing, but this is the one where Cole braids Anne’s hair, and it’s moments like this that make me feel extra bad that she had to lose all of her beautiful hair to vanity. No doubt she came to appreciate it when it had to come off.

I love how different and yet similar Anne and Cole are. I just love everything about their friendship. The world needs more of those.

“feminine proclivities”? What on Earth? Also, I remember reading the Adventures of Tom Sawyer and learning for the first time how great of a humiliation it used to be for a boy to sit with the girls. I mean, I believe Cole would much rather sit with the girls in a world where that didn’t have any bad connotations - not because he’s effeminate or something, but just because they, for one, treat him nicely.

I mean, I get Marilla. One minute she is a new mother, the other her child is asking about kissing. Adopting a teenager is like that sometimes, but I bet she sees it for how rewarding it is in the end.

“Rachel does have the effect of making you want to do the complete opposite of what she suggests.” Well, yes, but that still leads to good advice somehow, doesn’t it? i mean, it doesn’t make her any less annoying to me right now, but it is what it is.

“I’d rather be ordinary.” Well, sometimes I think like that, too, but no, Cole, you don’t. Anyone could force themselves to be ordinary, but not everyone can be extraordinary. You’re given this unique chance. Don’t let it go because of some stupid dirt-bag teacher drowning in his own internalised homophobia.

Gilbert “it’s not a love letter” Blythe and Anne “there’s nothing romantical about this letter” Shirley-Cuthbert. What a match made in heaven.

“Maybe he wants to be pen-pals” Well, yes he does. Why else would he suggest it in season 3?

Cole said about recitations that they make him feel too tall. Well, sometimes it’s nice to be tall, isn’t it? Not that I would know, in all of my 5′ glory.

Gosh, I don’t know what’s worse about Prissy and Phillips’ kiss. That he can barely bring himself to do it, or that their entire teacher-student romance is sickening to me. And then he takes it out on Cole. Internalised homophobia is a drag.

There’s the fox again... maybe its beauty can teach Anne how wonderful her red hair really is. See, she perceives that the fox is beautiful, but doesn’t see the connection.

See? Marilla recalled things said earlier by both Cole (”Too tall, too weird”; ”without calling too much attention to yourself”) and Diana (”I’d rather be smart.”; “if you’re beautiful, you get stuck on one path”). Too bad it’s just further confirmation to Anne that she is, indeed, plain - which she is not.

That was beautiful in a sort of blunt, savage way. “I don’t like you.” I mean, sure she was nice to him once, but asking him like that if he doesn’t like girls... too personal. Too rude.

I don’t really know what to say here, but this kiss was beautiful. It was a way to show their friendship to each other and the world, and to stand up for each other while being called freaks. Beautiful.

So this is when Anne gets the hair dye. But why do I think that with raven-black hair, she’d look a lot like Wednesday Addams?

And... Gilbert is back. What a nice surprise that will be thanks to letters arriving quite a bit later than they’re written.

Marilla is so caught up in rehearsing her speech on kissing that she doesn’t even notice the remains of Anne’s hair-dyeing. Not until she sees her actual hair, now a horrible greyish green. Poor Anne.

I love the parallel with Josie’s own hair troubles, though. And I love how this same scene evolves into something more in season 3. A statement on beauty and feminism. But now let’s just focus on 2x5 and not think so far ahead.

I said focus, but I don’t even know what to say about Anne’s hair being cut. Hair cutting is traumatic for me, but never like this. Let’s be over with it now.

Let’s sum up this episode: girl talk in Anne’s room; reflections on beauty and courtship; a skirt is not an invitation; different and weird is not bad; spin the bottle and all the awkwardness bound to surround it; Jerry is very bold with Diana; internalised homophobia is a drag; Anne and Cole’s friendship is pretty much the most beautiful thing in this episode focused on beauty; the Shirbert correspondence continues; Gilbert and Bash arrive in Avonlea; hair dye shenanigans and the painful consequences thereof.

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pockpop · 5 years ago

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tbz as vampires ☽

↬ synopsis: imagine the boyz as a vampire clan

↬ genre: headcannon, crack kinda

↬ requested? nah just something for fun :)

sangyeon ☽

put some respect on his name - he’s a badass

used to be a vampire hunter before he was turned

family business kind of thing but then he fell in love with a vampire

she changed him and they were together for a while

but then she disappeared and to this day he doesn’t know where she is

took him centuries to gather his own clan

tells them he hates them constantly but lowkey loves them

it’s easy for him to control his hunger unlike the others and can go sometime without either animal or human blood

knows every vampire lore and every legend

he wants to save every young vampire he can from the brink like he’s done many of the boys

daddyvamp!sangyeon is a mood mmkay

jacob ☽

angel of death they call him

the fallen angel who chose his fate

either be a vampire or be killed

it’s obvious what he chose

one of the oldest and may seem sweet at first

but don’t let it fool you

he’s the best at entrancing humans to their mansion,

with just his voice, he packs their parties and gives the members many to choose from

and extra for dessert

has graduated high school and college so many times they started up a collection - he’s only missing a gold cap and a velvet one

breaking hearts is his favorite pastime - literally and figuratively

he looks harmless, innocent and sweet

but there’s an alluring, dark and haunted shell of his old self that remains

is probably the one you should watch out for the most

younghoon ☽

it’s rumored he used to be a prince of a small kingdom

the history books say he ran away, disappeared

but really he was attacked by a vamp who had gone wild

he had been changed by changmin to save his life

he’s broody but is always watching out for his brothers and anyone associated

high maintenance af

still has trouble adjusting to the vampire life even after all these years

likes to people watch and see people oblivious to the monster that’s near

lowkey wishes to have his own family one day

especially after he saw the Addams Family for the first time with kevin

highkey has to mention the movie at least once in conversation

kinda winging the vamp life, really just chilling

hyunjae ☽

the embodiment of a scary mf

he is one of the only ones that don’t remember their life before

and he isn’t concerned

looks like the poster child for vampires

ripped black jeans, coats and cloaks

strict human blood diet

strong and perfect and pretty

and with just one look and he’s got you hooked

life of the party and is the king of body shots

he’s always serenading people, mostly for the hell of it and enjoying the gifts they shower him in

kinda spoiled

perfectionist and doesn’t believe in procrastinating

highkey wants to be the king of vampires but it’s only a dream - for now

juyeon ☽

lowkey has a dracula shrine, has seen every dracula movie known to man

can probably recite them if you ask

thinks twilight is a comedy

always has a s/o on his arm, dead or alive, they are entertainment regardless

lets everyone know he’s a vampire and barely hides his fangs

has a tongue piercing he’s very proud of

used to have a lip piercing too but lost it during a hunt one night

hella salty about it

he always acts so cool, like he da baddest

but really just dorky and likes to gush about random things

never seen without leather, claims he feels incomplete without it

kevin ☽

the artsy reminiscent vamp

was a artisan in the renaissance, but a rival had tried to kill him

he was saved by sangyeon, and although he despises his life, he is forever in debt to sangyeon

once fell in love with a human, he had done his best to protect them but only from afar,

he watched them grow old before his eyes and sometimes you could catch him sketching their face every now and then

can be quiet and sulky

but actually a wild boii

parties with jacob and the younger vamps all the time

drinks red wine and only his own - has a vineyard in the backyard

chanhee ☽

bad and boujee plays every time he enters a room

kinda lazy

pale af and brags about how dead he is and looks

Fashion king, has stolen wardrobes from royals for the last two hundred years so his closet is a gold mine

he does go out, he’s always got a black umbrella cause he extra like that

likes his food to be brought to him, not really all about the hunt like he used to as a young vamp

but if the younger vampires need a guide, he’s always down for some fun

changmin ☽

charming and sickly sweet

he switches between animal and human blood, but prefers human blood highkey

he lives pretty normally, the only indication of his vampirism is his eyes and pale skin

but homeboy got a dog and watches dramas in his free time

and charms everyone in the night clubs on saturday nights

likes to go shopping with chanhee at least once a week

he is one of the members to entertain guests

good at picking out what humans are the best candidates for feasting

he remembers most of his past life, like being a prince and all, but not exactly how he died

he’s saved many lives though

like younghoon for ex. who he knew from childhood

likes to believe he’s just doing something nice

but high key doesn’t really care much about the world

unless you’re in his inner circle, he really has no regard for you

haknyeon ☽

his body count exceeds everyone else’s

the top hunter besides hyunjae

if anyone has perfected how to lure a human, its hak

maybe it’s his dazzling smile or

the innocence in his speech and the honeyed voice that makes you feel like home

he’s mastered delusion, making people see whatever they want to and he uses it against them

always salty that human food tastes like nothing

that’s one of the two things he’s misses about his human life

the other is his family

he doesn’t talk about his family much, just because he was the only one not murdered

the only one he would dare to talk to about them is sangyeon and that’s usually when he’s had a little too much

kinda sad

but he’s always ready to entertain anyone who dares to talk to him

hwall ☽

prince of the night, king of the shadows

he doesn’t remember his past life but he’s spent most of his vampire life looking for it

black is his only color - velvet red only for christmas

gots lots of tattoos - every tattoo holds a story that only he knows

long legged king

wears these spiked heeled boots for his shitty days

always got a different body occupying his bed each night

kinda a player but lowkey about it - you know he got a rep to protecc

sunwoo ☽

has a bag of blood every morning and counts his calories

can always find him checking himself out at least once a day

has charmspeak, can talk his way out of anything and get you to do anything he says

hates more than anyone not being able to go into the sun

has paintings of the sun all over his bedroom

he’s the best at keeping the peace between the vampires and other clans

has got like his hoes and side hoes who give him blood so he doesn’t have to hunt too often

plus he always know their medical history and blood work

probably the most normal other than changmin

eric ☽

sings jack’s lament from the nightmare before Christmas whenever he’s feeling melancholy about being dead

when sunwoo tells him to shut up, he just sings louder or more like screams

his coffin is covered in graffiti and cool art drawings that Kevin helped him with

sangyeon damn near cried seeing the ruined mahogany wood

he hated hunting at first, he starved harshly in the beginning because he refused to kill anything

so he had to forced fed bags of blood by his elders until he gave in

he still cries sometimes after a kill

but sometimes he enjoys the hunt, he finds sport in it

dyes his hair like all the time

dresses up as a vampire for Halloween for shits and giggles

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phanfictioncatalogue · 6 years ago

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Work, Not Youtube (7) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: April 3rd, 2022

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part eight

And They Lived Happily Ever After (ao3) - MirabelleG

Summary: Phil, Dan and Louise all work together at Disneyland. Phil acts as Prince Philip with Louise as Aurora and Dan is Prince Eric. All three are close friends until one day a fan makes Phil realize that he might want something more.

Bubblegum Boy - kidpxv

Summary: Phil works in a chemist - a boring Tuesday morning is interrupted by a tall boy clad in too much pastel-pink who doesn’t quite understand how hair dye works.

Christmas Constellations (ao3) - brookwrites

Summary: Phil works putting up signs at a department store, and the signs never stop getting bigger and better. All the department store chains never cease to attempt to one-up each other, and this holiday season Phil’s has decided to try to beat out the competition with inclusiveness and feature a gay couple in their ads. As annoying as putting up a whole line of ads is, Phil can’t help but find himself infatuated with one of the men in the picture. After staring at him for too many shifts in a row, Phil ends up obsessively wondering if he’s single and if he’s even gay. Eventually he decides that there’s only one way to find out.

Clockmaker (ao3) - againwiththefanfics

Summary: In which Daniel James Howell is a clockmaker and Phillip Micheal Lester has a broken clock and a missing friend.

Could’ve Knocked Me Out With A Feather (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: “I think I’m all right,” he says, his voice low and polite and just a little bit rumbly. He’s leaning against the counter now. “I’m Phil.” He raises one hand in a kind of wave and shit, he’s adorable.

Dan grins and spins the chair lazily back and forth. “Dan, but you know that,” he replies, standing up and attempting to look casual as he strolls over to the counter.

Danuts Donut Shop - nebulous-frog

Summary: Phil kept visiting Danuts Donut Shop because the donuts were divine. Yeah, that was totally the reason.

It had nothing to do with the very cute and very flirty pastel cashier who always seemed to be working, not at all.

Daydreams - placingglaciers

Summary: Nothing like a Christmas-in-July party can’t fix for two shy office crushes!

Destined By Design (ao3) - husbants

Summary: Dan works as a bespoke tailor in London for a horrible, stuck-up man named Benji Addams. When supermodel (and Dan’s long-time celebrity crush) Phil Lester needs a suit to wear for the upcoming Featured Fashion Gala, Dan’s life will be changed forever.

Do You Know How in Love With You I Am (Please Notice) (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Dan works at a small paper company, but the brightside to this boring career is that his best friend Phil is just a few feet away at reception. The downside to this is that he's hopelessly, irrevocably in love with said best friend. Oh, and Phil is engaged, too.

Drunken Confessions - fiction-phan

Summary: “We’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the christmas staff party and admitted your love for me. I don’t know how to act around you now.”

Heathens - somanydestiel

Summary: Dan is a punk who knows better than to trust by now. Phil just wants to make sure he gets home safe, but eventually, it's more than that.

I Am So Gone (So Tell Me The Way Home) - sleeplessnightwithphan

Summary: Phil is just trying to do his job at the local cinema and getting over his break-up. But when he sees a man crying on his own in the theatre, long after the movie is over, he can’t help but feel like he has to help this person. And maybe they’ll help him as well.

Let’s Cause A Little Trouble - georgiabread

Summary: The one where Phil is a cameraman at the Olympics and Dan is a bratty figure skater who isn’t pleased with Phil’s work. but Phil’s turned on by this more than anything.

Plant Boy Phil and Space Boy Dan (ao3) - phanburnhamizzard

Summary: Phil Lester studies Botany at University and works part time in a plant store to help pay for his education. Dan, a very odd sounding man, comes in and makes a curious demand.

Spiagga e Gelato - daniactuallysnuffledthatpopcorn

Summary: Two rivalling ice cream vendors on an Italian beach sneak off together on their lunch break every day.

Stick Together For Survival - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil are not what you would call friends. The only reason they interact with each other at all is because they both work at Jurassic World. One day, a dinosaur breaks out of containment which forces Dan and Phil to work with each other.

The Douchebag (ao3) - novastars

Summary: Phil works in a small library where a local douchebag keeps moving the books and putting them on the wrong shelves.

The Hairdresser - passionfruitwriter

Summary: Imagine Phil being really nervous about going to the hairdressers’, then imagine Dan as a really flirty hairdresser, and then mix them together in a tense session of fringe-fun.

Writing About Blue Eyes - crescendohowell

Summary: Phil moved to a small town in order to help run the family restaurant. He only planed to be there for a year but he doesn’t account for Dan, the writer who loves the town and surrounding forest he calls home. While Phil doesn’t want to hurt Dan when he moves away, he can’t help falling in love with soft smiles, endless conversations, and the boy who always carries a journal.

You Can't Tackle Your Demons on Your Own (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: Dan is obsessed with a series of books by the amazing author, Phil Lester. He spends his time at the coffee shop he works at reading the books over and over again in the closet. When he meets a new co-worker who is also named Phil, they go on a date. Little does Dan know, he's sharing a cup of coffee with the author he's considered his best friend for years.

As he gets to know Phil, he finds that Phil is housing a destructive secret. Why did Phil apply to work at The Brew Bean in the first place and what happens when Phil starts breaking away, piece by piece? Can Dan save his beloved author or is Phil going to fall slowly and hopelessly into loneliness and despair? All the while, Dan is falling in love.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #au #work #work masterlist

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nyxshadowhawk · 5 years ago

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Goth Tags

I know this is a YouTube thing, but I wanted to do these two lists, so I’m going to do them.

Ways in Which I’m Stereotypically Goth:

I’ve got the romantigoth aesthetic down. I love spooky, pretty things! I love gargoyles and ravens and black roses and moons and weird occult stuff and dark forests... I’ve got three Joseph Vargo posters in my dorm room, and I’ve run out of space to put resin statues in my bedroom. I wear lots of long, flowy black clothes and the occasional Goth Princess gown. I’ve also got an entire box (made of black wood with pentagrams carved in the top) full of silver and pewter jewelry, and Black Phoenix perfumes.

I really love spooky interior design and architecture. I loved Voltaire’s Gothic Homemaking and I drooled over Haunt Furniture. My dream home would probably be a Victorian-style, Addams-like mansion in the middle of nowhere (for when I become a world-famous writer...). I also REALLY love castles and old buildings, especially with gothic architecture and gargoyles. I really liked seeing old castles and churches in Scotland. Medieval Europe is 10/10 my aesthetic.

I’ve always really liked bats. When I was a kid (around six), my favorite episode of The Magic School Bus (for whatever reason) was “Going Batty.” That set off a bat obsession! Reading Stellaluna in seventh grade just reinforced it. I used to pretend to be one and wrap myself up in my blankets like wings. Bats are cute! I recently got back into them! There’s an adorable little plush one hanging above my bed. “So dark of wing and keen of craft, of all night flyers the master’s a bat.” (Actually, the master of night flyers is totally Prince Astor of Umbragard.)

I like horror stories and gothic literature. Back when creepypasta was big, I’d casually read collections of horror stories on Quotev. Now, I really love Nox Arcana’s “Tales from the Dark Tower,” Poe stories, Grimm’s fairy tales, and the like. I actually have a pretty strong stomach. I also genuinely love gothic lit. The Picture of Dorian Gray is my favorite. I didn’t make it through Frankenstein, though, it was too sad.

I’m introverted and a night owl. I wouldn’t say I have a “stereotypical” Goth personality, because I’ve been trying to be more optimistic and happy, and I’ve attempted to make friends, but one of the reasons I like Raven from Teen Titans is because I tend to be the isolated girl in dark clothes who’d rather be left alone. I’m not exactly stoic-- I’m an emotional wreck, but once you get me talking about a topic I’m interested in, I’m all moonlight and fireflies. I’m also a “tortured artist,” and I come alive at night. I stay up until at least 2 AM most nights. I ate breakfast at one today.

I have a black cat named Edgar. I did not name him! He was given that name at the shelter. All the kittens in his litter were named after gothic writers, because they were all black! (His brother was “H.P.” after Lovecraft.) I was thrilled when my parents said we were getting him, and equally thrilled when they decided to keep his name. He’s such a sweet cat, and I love him.

I like vampires, but I have a complicated relationship with them. You’d think I’d be the kind of girl who’d be obsessed with vampires in middle school, especially if I loved the Vampire Friz episode of The Magic School Bus! But no. I wasn’t into vampires because they killed people and that was disturbing. (That’s why I independently created psychic vampires.) However, since getting into Castlevania last Halloween, I’ve started to really warm up to vampires. I dressed as Lestat last Halloween, read Carpe Jugulum, have been consuming more vampire media than before... I’m still not obsessed, but I like them now. Still would hate to be one, though. SHADOWS FOR THE WIN!

I LOVE Halloween! I was devastated the two years it was canceled (freak snowstorm and Hurricane Sandy. Oh, by the way, my reaction to the current hurricane was, “He put his soul in a hurricane, now?!). I really miss trick-or-treating. I convinced my parents to throw an annual Halloween party, which gave me an excuse to get even more decorations for my room, and they pretty much can’t host it without me. Everyone shares my aesthetic during Halloween season!

I’m really into witchy and occult stuff. The more cryptic and spooky, the better. I was Wiccan-ish for a while, I don’t think I am anymore, but I’m still exploring my spirituality (through books like Nocturnal Witchcraft and Shadow Magick Compendium) with guidance from Hecate and Dionysus.

Whether my music taste is truly “Goth” or not, it is certainly very spooky. Nox Arcana all the way! I really go in for the church organ and glockenspiel and chiming bells and melancholy piano and strings and harpsichords and minor keys. Listening to spooky music makes me happy. I have a whole list of creepy waltzes. Neoclassical is my thing. I also like Adrian von Zeigler, Peter Gundry, Two Steps From Hell, and fantasy music in general.

Un-Goth Confessions:

I don’t like gothic rock. Some would say this means I’m not Goth, and it felt alienating for a while. Siouxsie and Bauhaus just aren’t really my thing. I don’t really like industrial and darkwave, either. The closest I get to traditional Goth music is Voltaire (I love the songs of his that I listen to, but I only listen to a handful), and a few songs by Dead Can Dance. I’m much more into Nox Arcana.

I don’t look stereotypically Goth. I joke that I look like Aurora and dress like Maleficent, because it’s true. My cheeks are permanently rosy and not easy to cover with white makeup (I don’t wear makeup often, anyway.) I have big blue eyes and wavy, golden hair (that I’m not going to dye). I don’t have any piercings— when my sister went for her second piercing, she encouraged me to get my ears pierced, but I broke down crying because I’m afraid of pain. I’m an adult!

I still like horsies and unicorns and other cutesy things from my childhood. I was really into Gen 3 of My Little Pony. I still have some fairy and ballerina stuff, even if I don’t display it. My bedroom is still lavender (and always will be). I definitely wasn’t spooky in childhood, and I’ve still got a non-spooky side. (It was kind of a big deal when I dressed as a rainbow unicorn fairy when I was seven, and then a dark sorceress when I was eight.) I danced in my company’s adapted kiddie production of the Nutcracker until I graduated. I’ve got fluffy stuffed unicorns right next to my Spiral Bat Cat.

I HATE DIY. I don’t trust it! I don’t want to ruin my clothes with fabric paint or rip holes in things or in any way risk it turning out poorly. My style is tough to DIY anyway, but yeah.

I’m not really into the macabre. I only got into skeletons because of Undertale, and I don’t like, for lack of a better phrase, “the death aesthetic.” Blood, body horror art, the zombie look... I don’t really like anything morbid or sad. I’m iffy on graveyards and coffins.

I don’t like most horror films. I like spooky movies, like Coraline, but not horror movies. Although I like horror stories, I don’t like horror films, less because of the horror and more because they tend to end badly. I don’t like “everybody dies” stories, especially if it’s one where sympathetic people get killed off one by one, or slasher flicks that rely on jumpscares. Old-school gothic horror could work, though. I also like psychological thrillers like The Sixth Sense and Black Swan. Is Interview With the Vampire a horror movie? (I probably underestimate how strong my stomach is. Aladdin used to scare me. Look at me now!)

I still wear a lot of color. About half my wardrobe is black, which is still a lot, but not as much as most Goths. I’ve still got a lot of purple, and other colors.

I’m not a huge fan of Tim Burton. The only film of his that I really love was Corpse Bride. Beetlejuice wasn’t my style and didn’t contain enough of Lydia, Sweeney Todd was a bit too dark and gory (although I did like that one), Dark Shadows wasn’t as good as I was hoping, Alice in Wonderland was cool aesthetically but not a very good film, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was a dumpster fire... and The Nightmare Before Christmas doesn’t count because he didn’t direct it (and though I like it, I wasn’t blown away by it, either). My reaction overall? “Meh.”

I still contain a childish exuberance. I squealed and bounced up and down when the new Nox Arcana album was released. I will probably do the same before and/or after watching Season 3 of Castlevania, and when Grimoire of Souls is released. This is how I know that Goth stuff is part of my true personality.

There’s a lot of Goth clothes that I don’t wear, in addition to not dying my hair, not wearing makeup, and not having piercings. I’d wear black heeled boots like Dracula’s, but not platform shoes. I don’t like fishnets. I hate ripped clothing. Not a fan of hoodies. I also will not wear leather clothing. And spiked collars? No no no. I’m pretty much strictly a Romantigoth. Maybe that doesn’t make me less Goth. But it makes me less stereotypical, especially when so much of the Goth stuff online is geared toward that end of the subculture.

And I don’t know if this makes me more Goth or less Goth, but I have one outfit from Hot Topic. And an epic “House of Belmont” t-shirt.

Okay, that was interesting.

“I’M SO GOTH, I LITERALLY DARKEN A DOORWAY!”

#goth #goth stuff #goth tag #stuff about me #facts about me #goth confessions

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nordictwin · 7 years ago

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Life of the Dragonfly (Meeting Him) - A TittM AU

Hi @tsume-yuki! Surprise “Fic of Love and Support”!

Because OF COURSE we need Riskua’s POV of Meeting Her. Nothing else would make sense. (Even if it kind of evolved into its own thing, because I’m a sucker for backstory and I kind of liked the idea of Riskua going off on her own adventure before leaving her home permanently.)

I actually had this idea way back when I’d just finished Meeting Her. I just had finals to worry more about, and then my ideas died. But now they’re back with a vengeance!

Like with Meeting Her, Meeting Him is based around the idea of what would have happened if Raowl had never died and Riskua grew up on Melring.

(Also, I’m imagining that most islands/countries have schools where the children can get a World Government Approved Standard Education (TM) for at least a few years).

Please enjoy ^_^

For being reborn into One Piece as the daughter of Red Hair Shanks and the niece of Dracule Mihawk, Riskua had never imagined that her life would be so... peaceful.

Well, as peaceful as it can get while living on the Grand Line, at least, and being related to some very dangerous people.

She grows and she learns, for the most part. Shortly after turning 10, her uncle decides that she needs more varied training grounds and starts “borrowing” her for a week or two at a time to take her to a nearby Spring island that becomes somewhat of a second home to her. He visits a couple of times a year, though Riskua herself decides to make the journey on her own as she grows older, testing her strength against various animals.

It’s like camping. Just a little more deadly. But she makes progress and the exercise is good. (Now and then her mother bullies Shanks into taking them on short trips to neighbour islands so they can actually go camping or just enjoy a little vacation, just Raowl and her).

As she grows older, her Papa visits less, but she still sees him at least three times a year. Riskua understands. Her father’s influence and power in the world of piracy (heck, just in the world in general) is steadily growing, and as it does so, so does the risk of one of his enemies (or worse, the Marines) spying on him or following him and finding their way to Melring.

Finding their way to her.

And as much as she’d like to believe that she’s strong enough to take care of herself... Riskua knows that’s just not true. And so she accepts and understands the fewer visits, instead throwing herself into learning about and experimenting with, well... everything, really. From haki to proper sword-form to making log poses to survival skills.

This love of learning is what eventually brings Hudson to her home when she’s 12 years old.

Hudson is a good man and almost as much a part of Melring as the ground they all walk on. Almost nobody would suspect him, the kind owner of one of Melring’s best restaurants, of having a past as a Marine, but that is nevertheless the truth. It’s a story she’s heard many times, when the man has taken breaks to entertain the children with his grand tales.

Of how he’d grown up in a family of Marines and had followed in his parents and brothers’ footsteps, only to fall in love with a pirate when he was but a young recruit.

Oh, they’d tried to make the relationship work. He’d even quit his profession and cut all ties with his family just to be with her. Alas, the relationship hadn’t been meant to be, though through no lack of trying on both parts. In the end they’d just wanted different things from life, and even if he was now on Melring and she elsewhere, Hudson still remained in contact with her.

Which, in the end, brought him to her house on one of the days where Shanks is visiting with a special offer in hand. An offer for her.

“I would not offer this if I did not think the little miss couldn’t handle it or if she lacked potential,” he says bluntly, sitting in one of the few armchairs in Raowl’s home. “I know that between you - Madame Dracule, Captain Red Hair - and Hawk-Eyes, little Riskua has learned a lot of stuff she’ll need when she sets off to sea. But Melring ain’t big - far too small for one as clever as her - so I was thinkin’ maybe the little miss might like to leave the island for a bit”.

The speed at which both her Mama and Papa move, ready to attack at the mere thought or hinting towards someone wanting her off the island, will forever impress her. Even then, the only thing that impresses her more than that is, for a long time, Hudson’s ability to remain calm and seated.

He explains his offer in a very concise manner. His old pirate love, Darma, runs a... schooling-scheme of sorts on an island on the edge of New World named La Padde. She’s taken in children of pirates before, teaching them all sorts of things, and is willing to do it again - the offer being extended towards Riskua. La Padde itself he describes as neutral land where both pirates and Marines are welcome and obligated by island law (however that even works, Riskua never learns) to remain civil to each other.

She doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to think.

“What do you hope to gain from this?” Raowl asks after a few minutes of silence.

Hudson just smiles and admits to hoping that Riskua would return to work for him before setting off on her own adventures. “That girl is brighter than any of the new generation in this place. Be a shame to let it go to waste”.

In the end... Riskua accepts.

That’s how she finds herself spending two years on La Padde.

La Padde, much to her surprise, is a autumn island where everything is themed after Halloween. Plenty of buildings are decorated with pumpkins, ghosts and cats, the houses looking like a cross between something the Addams Family would vacation in and every stereotypical haunted house ever.

It’s an odd place full of wrought iron fences, twisted trees a LOT of orange and black. It also rains a lot more than it ever does on Melring

Somehow she fits right in with her colouring.

Grandma Darma (as she insists on being called) herself is an odd woman with dark skin, sky-blue hair and a laugh that could crumble mountains. She thinks this woman would get along swimmingly with Hagrid, and it doesn’t take her long to understand why Hudson would leave behind his family and budding career, just for this one woman.

Riskua grows to love her like a grandmother during the years she spends in her care.

Grandma Darma is as kind as she is strict. Ironically, she too runs a restaurant, though it’s more of a bar that sells meals in the evening. Riskua is given a room in the attic, right by the chimney so she remains nice and warm throughout the cool nights.

After that... Riskua is given more freedom than she’d expect based on Hudson’s explanation.

Then again...

Grandma Darma probably teaches her everything the World Government would probably rather not she knows in between manning the bar and keeping an eye on her cooking, so in that sense it’s two years of education, but other than that... she can do as she pleases, so long as she reports in for dinner and gets enough sleep.

“You’re gonna go far, little Dragon-Eye,” the woman tells her on that first day. “But you’re not gonna find the knowledge you need out there in books and lectures from an old woman. What you really need to know can be found elsewhere”.

No, a lot of Riskua’s education definitely isn’t with books and numbers and letters.

Instead she finds it in the streets and on the roof tops of Calabaza Town, running and jumping and experimenting to her heart’s content whenever she can. It’s how she meets the local kids and learns enough street-smarts and tricks to get away with (mostly) anything. It’s where she meets Poppy, Kitsune and Lucy who become her first real friends, connecting with them in a way none of the other kids “her age” back on Melring had ever been able to.

They’re a mismatched group, but Riskua is grateful for their friendship. (Kitsune jokes that between Poppy’s work-ethic, Lucy’s skills at making disguises, Riskua’s fighting abilities and her own energy and love of mischief, they’d either make one badass human or the best prankster team in the entire world).

So yeah, Riskua likes La Padde. She thrives, even, discovering new things about haki and herself each day.

She keeps in contact with her Mama, Grandma Darma encouraging her to write Raowl letters at least twice a month. Shanks and Mihawk steer mostly clear, because neutral land or not, the world isn’t as “civilized” outside of La Padde. It’s also the reason why she gets into the habit of hiding her hair beneath a bandana and covering her eyes with her bangs, so as not to draw too much interest from the Marines that visit Grandma Darma’s establishment. (She doesn’t dare dye her hair... again. Not after the incident on her 13th birthday).

She returns to Melring at age 14 on the same day she left with more ideas and plans for the future than she ever knew she’d ever have.

Not even a week after returning to Melring, her uncle kidnaps her for two hellish weeks of near non-stop training.

She’s ready for it, having expected it since barely an hour after getting back home. She’s ready for it - two years away has not meant she’s been slacking off. She’s more agile, more flexible and definitely not afraid to play dirty and use the terrain to her advantage. (Running around and sparring with Kitsune had taught her that). She still needs to refine her style and skills, but... she’s definitely better than what she used to be.

After that, she takes up work in Hudson’s restaurant, like she promised she would as thanks, but she also jumps into learning more about log poses and how to make them.

She’s 16 years old when the Whitebeard Pirates suddenly show up out of the blue to comission her mother.

That’s how she meets him for the first time.

It’s completely unexpected. One moment she’s doing mindless busy-work in the kitchen, the next they’re swarmed with people and she’s weaving in and out between filled tables.

And then she’s face to face with one Portgas D. Ace - Fire Fist Ace himself.

Outwardly she remains professional. He’s just another customer to her - not one of the major characters in the story that has become her reality.

Still... she can’t help but strike up a conversation, if only brief.

It’d be a shame not to really.

(Maybe they’ll also catch the subtle hint that Melring is under Shanks’ protection... then again, maybe they do know and don’t care).

She goes home that night with a thousand thoughts spinning in her mind, but otherwise tries not to think too much about this sudden visit. Even if she has an inkling what, or rather who, the Whitebeards have come to see.

Her suspicions are confirmed when, the very next morning, someone comes knocking at their door and her mother declares that there is work for them.

That’s where she meets him for the second time.

It’s becomes an interesting week, to say the least.

She’s used to being around pirates, it kind of comes with her origins, but never a crew as big as the one aboard the Moby. It’s like a floating city, almost. Full of life, with a hint of the chaotic, yet there’s a fluidity to it all. It’s natural, free.

It something she likes.

Edward Newgate himself, terrifying as he is at first, is a kind man as well. Of course he can tell she’s the daughter of his rival, the man isn’t stupid, but even if she knew him to be an honorable man, she’d still been... nervous. Afraid that her still peaceful life would come to an end.

There is only one comment about her mother’s standards for the father of her child, and that’s that, really. (Except for the half-joke invite for her to become his daughter instead shortly before the week is over, followed by his musings on how angry it’d make “the upstart”. She politely declines).

She’s not as good as making log poses as her mama. Far from. And definitely not good enough to do the advanced work that Whitebeard needs done. So instead of helping Raowl, Riskua uses the opportunity that has been presented to her to do some serious training and work on her Haki, now that new sparring partners have been presented to her temporarily. She practices her speed, Concealment Haki (a useful discovery that made sneaking around the Marines visiting La Padde so much easier), her knife-form... it’s wonderful.

(In another time-line, Riskua would discover and perfect Concealment Haki to fight the Marines and help the Revolution, and learn how to skate on water. In this time-line, Riskua perfected Concealment as a tool to play pranks on others and sneak around the city like a shadow, and the water-skating has become a speed on land so great that she almost teleports between places).

Surprisingly... she finds a friend in Ace.

She’d approached him for a spar on that first day, just out of curiousity, to compare her abilities against his. And they’d clicked. Her mother teasingly comments on it a few mornings later, while they’re walking to the harbor. That she’s already gotten quite close with the boy, and should she call Shanks to tell him all about his daughter’s new suitor?

She refuses to admit that she blushes at the comment and just hurries on ahead towards Hudson’s place. She’s still got her job to do, after all. (And if she lingers with him outside of her house a little closer to his side than strictly necessary, she tells herself that it’s just because she’s cold... even if Melring is never, ever, at any time of night or day, a cold place).

It’s only on the day that he leaves, her favorite bandana now in his possession and his close-but-not-quite pleading suggestion that she come away with hi- with them - and her heart aches as the ship sails further and further away, that she lets herself admit to there having been something between them.

It might have been small, it might have been fragile, it might not have been there at all... but it was, and now she’s in trouble.

She doesn’t regret their little barely there thing. She doesn’t want to deny her heart.

But damn it if her papa isn’t going to hunt Ace down the second he figures out that she likes a boy. Mihawk, too.

Screw him being Luffy’s brother... she knows very well that any boy taking an interest in her is bad. Not to mention that he’s one of Whitebeard’s.

She just hopes she can convince the two to not hurt him before they manage to locate the Moby...

Fortunately for her, neither Shanks nor Mihawk hears anything of Newgate visiting Melring before she’s aboard The Red Force as the newest - even if temporary - crewmember of the Red Hair Pirates.

Unfortunately, Riskua is forced to tell her father of the boy she relinquished her favorite bandana (a present from him) to, when he wonders why she didn’t pack it. (He thought it might make a nice match to the stawhat’s bought her as a ‘welcome to the family business’ present).

Next thing she knows they’re docked right next to the Moby, her father already glaring daggers at Ace by the time she spots him and waves.

And that’s how she meets him for the third time.

The terrified look in his eyes lets her know that he’s definitely aware of the potential new threat against his life. (She just prays that it hasn’t scared him off completely). She sees Thatch say something to him that has Ace flushing red with anger, fire sparking at his fingers. She wonders briefly what it’s about, but then they make contact and she gets lost in conversation with him again, eventually ending up at her real reason why she didn’t go with him on Melring.

She can’t stop the grin from spreading across her face when he asks her if she were planning on being a Red Hair in the first place.

Sure, she could stay with her Papa and be his apprentice and heir - the Princess of the Red Force, unstoppable and powerful, but...

She’s got no desire to follow in her Papa’s footsteps, no wish to captain her own ship. No... her destiny lies with someone else.

The beaming smile she gets in return when Ace realizes who she dreams of sailing with is more blinding than the sun on Melring in the heigth of summer.

Their conversation takes a different turn after that. Something softer, quieter, warmer...

Her Papa, several tankards of some potent booze later, cries about her choice in men and why it had to be “one of Newgate’s brats” and not “someone, anyone, not associated with him of all people”.

Ben just pats her on the head and assures her that he’d be like that with anyone, be it male, female or other.

(To her mortification all the other crewmembers are very supportive of her not-a-real-relationship with Ace).

(She keeps the necklace near her at all time, even when she’s sleeping and bathing).

Time passes, and she gains many aliases. She’s quite proud of the fight that got her the first one, even if a little embarrassed.

“You better listen well!” He’d bellowed proudly, after they’d defeated an entire platoon of Marines, back to back in a syncronicity only father and child could ever reach. “This is Riskua, and you better remember that name until the day you die! Mark my words, my little princess is going to be greater than any of you could ever hope to be!”

That’s how the world came to know her as Princess Red Hair or Red Hair-hime, depending on the region.

Her next bounty poster adds the “Dracule” when they run into Mihawk and a nearby Marine hears him call her “Niece”.

Once she leaves her Papa a few years later, the “princess” part is lost, and she allows herself to disappear completely for a couple of months, exploring Paradise, visiting her Mama and Hudson.

Then she finds Luffy...

She scares the crap out of Usopp by just randomly jumping up on the ship shortly after they enter the Grand Line. There’s shouting about “Red Hair-hime!” and her impossibly high bounties and supposed achievements. (Mere rumors... mostly...)

Luffy being Luffy just goes hyper when he learns she sailed with Shanks (even more, so, when he recognizes Ace’s necklace) and shouts out his familiar “join my crew!”

The expression on their faces at her quick acceptance is priceless, and she joins as their Haki and Grand Line Expert.

(She finds a new friend in Nami and a great sparring-partner in Zoro. Sanji is, well, Sanji, and Usopp is scared of her until she starts telling him about the adventures of his father).

And then, many adventures and a new moniker later... she meets him for the fourth time.

They’re on their way to Alabasta, and the smile on his face when he spots her with Luffy is radiant, a little glimmer in his eyes.

It feels like Home and summer nights...

She’s not stupid. She knows loving Portgas D. Ace is a dangerous thing - knows that he knows it, too. But damn it all, being a pirate is dangerous in general, and she’s related to dangerous and powerful people already. She’s enough of a target without being involved with the son of the Pirate King.

She doesn’t care.

She’s got the eyes of a dragon and a heart to match.

She is Dracule Riskua. Daughter of Red Hair Shanks and Dracule Raowl, niece of Dracule Mihawk - the World’s Greatest Swordsman.

Resolve settles deep in her stomach as she leans against him (they’d gotten him to stay one night - nothing more, nothing less), looking to the stars.

She is Dragon-Eyes of La Padde, she is Red Hair-hime, she is Dragonfly Riskua of the Strawhats.

And nobody will take Ace from her, be they Marines, pirates or himself.

That’s a promise.

Fun facts and tidbits that didn’t fit into the fic:

La Padde: I was originally going to call this place Tortuga, but when I remembered that there is an actual island of this name, I decided to give it a slightly different name - since “skildpadde” means tortoise/turtle in my native language, I just took part of that and added “La” to be fancy.

Grandma Darma’s nickname for Ri: Darma calls Riskua Dragon-Eyes, because while she does indeed have the trademark Dracule eyes, she thinks she should have a nickname that mirrors this, but isn’t exactly the same. It later becomes “Dragonfly” when a Marine mishears the nickname and it just sticks.

The blatant cameos:

Poppy: Poppy is of La Padde’s middle class. Shortly before Riskua leaves, she opens a pharmacy with totally-not-her-boyfriend Reg. She’s 14 years old when Riskua arrives and 16 when she leaves.

Lucy: Lucy originally belonged to the miniscule high class society on La Padde, but ran off to live with her godfather Rodrigue, because she didn’t like the life of pseudo-nobility. On her way to being a good seamstress. Same age as Poppy. Introduced Poppy and Regulus to each other. (Distant cousins - maybe also victims of an attempted arranged marriage).

Kitsune: Kitsune is a rambunctious little orphan whom nobody’s quite sure where came from. She lives in Calabaza Town’s orphanage for the most part, but frequently sleeps in Grandma Darma’s attic, which was how Riskua met her. She’s 11 years old when Riskua arrives with dreams of being a pirate, too.

About Regulus: Riskua never actually meets Regulus for real until a day or so before Shanks arrives to get her home, and she doesn’t fully realize that he may or may not belong in a different universe, because Poppy consistently calls him “Reg”, “Reggie-kins” and other odd nicknames, just to annoy him.

#nordictwin #nordictwin fanfiction #Tell it to the Marines #tsume-yuki #a fanfic of a fanfic #Life of the Dragonfly #Meeting Him #What if Raowl had never died and Riskua grew up on Melring #The Sequel

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forgetwhoyouare-unburdenyourload · 8 years ago

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Get Lost in the Pain

Summary: Jason Dean, or JD for short, has spent years suffering through the journey from high school to high school. All he can trust his the sweet frozen rush of a slurpee and the concrete floors of the local 7-11.

Warning: Bullying, mentions (but nothing more) of self harm.

The shrill bell echoed through the halls of the high school, waking poor Jason Dean from his light slumber in geometry. He opened his tired eyes and lifted his head groggily. Everything seemed blurry for a few moments; Random blobs of color passed him by and out of the room. He rubbed his eyes, gave a hefty yawn, and grabbed his satchel from the ground. He was the last person, aside from the teacher, to leave the prison cell one may call a classroom.

He tightened his grip on his satchel, burying his head in the collar of his black trench coat. The boy shook is head slowly. As long as he didn’t talk to anyone, no one would notice him. No one noticing him means he wouldn’t get attached. No attachments means no pain when he’d eventually be torn away from this high school and pushed into another one.

No point. Absolutely no point. He thought to himself. JD looked down the crowded hallway and saw the large, glass front doors. Little shimmers of light sparkled through, welcoming the damaged boy to freedom. All he had to do was get there.

JD weaved through the ocean of students, putting all his effort to not bring too much attention to himself. As he inched closer to the doors, he could feel the sweet warmth that radiated from outside. He could almost taste the icy treat awaiting for him just down the block. He gave a small smile at the thought of a delicious slurpee.

However, his close-to-happy thoughts were interrupted by a huge wall of flesh and testosterone slamming into his smaller frame and sending him to the ground. He growled as he looked up at the neanderthals of the school, the violent and raging boys that more resembled apes than anything. They smirked down at their prey, today it being a strange, quiet, and trench-coat wearing sophomore.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, Lady-Face!” One of them jabbed.

“Too busy fantasizing over the boys in the locker room, I suppose,” another remarked.

“I’m pretty sure I saw him staring at you the other day, Trevor!” This one cracked his knuckles in a feeble attempt to look intimidating to JD.

“You wish, meathead...” He said under his breath, however one of the brutes heard the snide comment.

“What did you say, freak?”

JD smiled as he stood up, brushing himself off. “I said, ‘You wish, meathead.’” His voice dripped with venom as he spat out the last few words. “The only good is knowledge, the only evil is ignorance, my dear friend.”

Anger flashed in all three of the boys, just after looks of confusion, as they each started to advance on JD. He gave a dark laugh, awaiting is inevitable doom, when he suddenly heard a rather stern voice from down the hall. “Jason Dean!” Each of the boys stopped what they were doing and looked at the geometry teacher, Mr. Hill. He clutched a leather journal in his right hand, a ruler in his left, and held the book out to the young boy. “You left this in my class. Do try to not forget it again.”

“Of course, uh, Mr. Hill,” he took the journal and shoved it in his satchel.

The elderly man nodded his head and looked up, just noticing the other boys. “Is everything alright, young men?” JD turned around and tried his best to suppress his laughter as he saw each of the silent, embarrassed expressions on each of the bullies’ faces. They all nodded quickly just before running off, leaving the teacher and JD alone. “Well, I must be off. I will see you tomorrow, Jason.”

JD waved a small goodbye as he exited the school, leaving behind the torture of high school and the wonderful escape of the local 7-11.

The red and blue colors of the slush mixed together into a bright swirl of delicious ice. JD could feel his mouth watering just at the sight of the large Gulp cup.

The boy found it ironic that the walls of corporation and corruption made him feel more at home then the place he currently resided in. That the one thing to temporarily fill his empty heart wasn’t his dad or the love of someone, but simply the taste of a slurpee. It was funny and painful all at the same time.

He capped the cup with a plastic lid and walked over to the counter where he was greeted by an older, scruffier man. The elder looked up from a book he was reading and arched an eyebrow. JD could only sigh in response to the gesture. “Is there something I can help you with, son?” The man croaked.

JD waved the slurpee in the air happily and muttered, “One for me, please.” The man closed his book and stood up, randomly punching the numbers into the cash register.

However, JD’s sense of security soon vanished as he heard three loud and obnoxious voices fill the safe haven. He didn’t even need to glance at the source of the noise, for he was already certain he knew what it was.

He begged that they wouldn’t notice him and that he could just pass by without any trouble, however that was way too much to ask for poor and lonely Jason Dean. Pitiful Jason Dean. Pathetic Jason Dean.

He could practically feel the ground shake as the three bullies bounded over towards him. “Hey guys, would you check it out. It’s Wednesday Addams!”

JD inwardly groaned as he felt a meaty arm rest on his neck, slightly choking him. He looked as the elderly man’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “That’ll be $1.75, please,” the man’s voice deepened.

“Trevor, you know what I’m thinking? We help out the freak,” the brute to JD’s left pulled out his wallet and threw down a twenty dollar bill. “Keep the change, old man.”

“Hey, that’s a good idea! Now he can save the money to get new panties for himself,” the other said in a mocking tone. He looked over at the man and gave him a shit-eating grin. “Sir, could you please go see if you have some Corn-Nuts in the back. I didn’t see any on the shelf.”

“We don’t,” The old man said sternly.

The neanderthal narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me, sir, but I would really like some Corn-Nuts. Unless, of course, maybe the small outlet across the street has some. You know, I heard that they would really love a big-time sponsor to get they’re business really rolling. Something my father can especially help with.” The aged man held his stare with the younger boy until he finally left the counter and headed to the back, leaving the teenagers alone.

JD bit his cheek in anger, a bad habit he had learned from his mother, and went to grab the slurpee. Yet, poor Jason Dean was not fast enough and the flavorful drink was snatched away by one of the large, meaty hands. JD clenched his fists as he heard the snickering of the three other boys. “Sorry, girly, but I get what I pay for.”

“I suppose you would know all about that, huh, meathead?” JD couldn’t tell if he was proud for saying such things or regretting them immediately, because before he knew it he was grabbed by the shoulders and slammed into the nearest wall. The air was knocked out of him as his knees gave out on him, sending him to the cold concrete ground. JD already could feel the bruises that were forming on his back and he was certain he’d feel them tomorrow.

His home became a dungeon; A torture chamber. Instead of the warm atmosphere or the sweet smell of hot dogs, there was darkness and anxiety suffocating him. Poor Jason Dean. Pitiful Jason Dean. Pathetic Jason Dean.

He groaned as he stood up, only to be greeted with the cold touch of dripping slurpee and the piercing sound of malicious laughter. The blue and red ran through his hair, fell down his face, and somehow made it to places even he couldn’t imagine. His eyes burned as the dye made it passed his tightly closed eyelids and his own skin became sticky and uncomfortable.

JD bit harder on his cheek to the point where he could taste the blood, but that wasn’t the thing that hurt the most. No, no, what hurt the most for poor Jason Dean was the final shove sending him back to the floor and one of the jocks whispering into his ear, “Why don’t you do us all a favor and just kill yourself...”

That stung. No, it did more. It sucker punched him in the gut with a knife. It reached into his throat and grabbed onto his vocal cords and ripped them out with no mercy. It simply told him the truth and he couldn’t handle it. Even though they were only scars, the marks on his wrists began to hurt. His chest became tied to a 2 ton weight. His throat was blocked by a huge dam and the one holding his tears back broke.

The old man came back with a bag of Corn-Nuts and saw the scene before him. He felt a fire from within him begin to burn as he marched over to the three boys and practically threw them out. He turned back around and couldn’t help but become absorbed in JD’s sadness. Poor Jason Dean. Pitiful Jason Dean. Pathetic Jason Dean. The man walked over, grabbed some paper towels, and slowly sat down next to him.

“How are you doing, son?” He idiotically asked. JD resisted a the opportunity to verbally attack the elder, but still scoffed slightly at the comment. The old man picked up on it and shook his head, handing JD the paper towels. “You can have another one if you’d like. On the house.”

“I sorta lost my appetite,” he mumbled back. The man sighed and scratched the grey stubble that occupied his chin. He nodded and looked towards the door. “It doesn’t matter anyway, I’m out of here next week.”

“Move around a lot?” The man glanced back.

“This is high school number four,” JD chuckled. “And still counting.” The two sat there in awkward silence for a couple moments. “I wish I could do something back. Those assholes are the entire reason our society is corrupt. Why people are alone and scared and dead! Those kind of people are just as guilty as any other murderer or-”

“Now listen here, son. You’re just a high schooler. A kid. You haven’t lived on this here Earth long enough to have the right to judge people, especially in that way. I haven’t even earned that right yet and I may never. Who knows what they’ve been through, who they’ve lost. Who knows how sad or lonely they are,” the man inwardly smacked himself for saying something so heavy to a total stranger.

“Who cares? Just because you know what pain feels like doesn’t give you the right to be a prick,” JD wiped the last bit of slush on his face. “This world is broken and it’s because of people like them that keep breaking it.” The old man put his hand on JD’s shoulder, making the boy flinch in surprise. The boy closed his eyes, “It’s bad enough I know people don’t love me. I don’t need to be reminded of it constantly by people like them.”

“I know, I know. I know it seems like that. I know how that feels, but kid, you gotta remember that there is someone out there- no matter who they may be- that loves you. That cares and they will remind you of that every single goddamn day. Okay?”

“I doubt it...”

The old man sighed and stood up, offering JD a hand. The boy took it. “Find someone who proves you wrong, kid.” JD arched an eyebrow and watched the strange man walk over to the slurpee machine and fill up a cup. “Care for a hit?” JD nodded and took the cup. “Who needs cocaine when you have this dose of ice, huh?” The two chuckled.

“I should go. Homework to do, fathers to deal with, life to hate, you know,” JD said as he walked to the door.

“Hey, kid!” The man cried out. JD whipped around. “I always found getting lost in the pain a lot more satisfying then feeling it.” JD glanced at his wrists and gave one final nod before he left.

Pathetic Jason Dean. Pitiful Jason Dean. Poor Jason Dean smiled to himself as his brain froze over and caused him to completely forget everything for a few moments.

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