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please-buckme · 4 years ago

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A Broken Heart.

Chapter 1

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Chapter warnings: slight mentions of sex, 18+,hitting, sad shit, break up, heart break, angst, cursing

Chapter Summary: reader and Lee breakup.

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Chapter 2 //Chapter 3

The world felt as if it were shattering around you, crumbling beneath your feet like the rapture was upon you. Honestly, if the world did come to an end right now you’d be elated. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your broken heart anymore.

You sat against a wall in your room, wallowing in your own self petty. It’d be three days since Lee Bodecker had broken things off with you. He had said that you were hurting his campaign, that he still loved you but needed a woman of power to help him become sheriff of this godforsaken town.

Lee had taken you out in the same field he took you to every time y’all made love. He kissed you so passionately, held you so closely. If you weren’t so caught up in the way his hands felt against your bare skin, you would’ve noticed how distraught he was the entire time he made love to you. It was his way of saying goodbye before he actually said goodbye. After he’d broken up with you, you felt disgusting and violated.

You’d never felt like that with Lee. He was your deputy and sinner in disguise. He was your rock and your soft place to fall. When the tears finally fill, the most empty feeling you’d ever felt emerged in your gut. One day you thought you were gonna be Mrs. Lee Bodecker. You daydreamed constantly of your wedding day and sharing a bed with the man you loved for the rest of your life ‘til you were old and gray. To know now that dream will always remain a dream.. that’s what hurt the most.

After Lee drove you home, you sat in your room for three days straight, not even coming out for supper. Your momma tried to convince you to eat and it worked once on the second day, until you threw up right after.

She didn’t understand. She’d never been in love, not really. Not love like you and Lee had. People told y’all all the time how rare and beautiful your love for one another was and you agreed. Just looking back on those memories made you sick. You listened in awe of how beautiful your love was not knowing Lee would only break your heart days later.

Today was Sunday, the lord's day, and usually you never wanted to go to church, but today you really didn’t want to go. The whole town, including Lee and his new arm candy, would be there. It’s the first time you’d be seeing Lee since he dropped you off. It was too soon, especially since you knew he’d already moved on.

As you sat with your head between your knees, your momma barged through your bedroom door.

“Jesus, girl. Why aren’t you up and ready to go? Church starts in an hour and you aren’t gonna make me late again.” She stomped over to your closet and shuffled through your dresses.

“Momma.. I- I’m not ready. I can’t see… him with her. I just ain’t ready for that kinda humiliation.” You sighed, trying to reason with your Bible-thumpin momma.

“Oh, no. You’ve embarrassed me enough this week. Disappearin’ for three whole days over a boy? You’re pathetic. You know, back in my day, we didn’t get to sit around and sulk the days away. No. We had to carry on like everything was fine and that’s what you’re gonna do. Now, get dressed.” She threw you a dress, one of your favorites actually. It was a teal blue, babydoll dress that you usually saved for special occasions, but you weren’t feeling very special at the moment and now you were just pissed off.

You stood and came face-to-face with your momma, “I’m not going. You have no idea how I feel. You can’t. You’ve never felt love the way we had it, Momma. No one ever loved you or me the way I love Lee. You couldn’t possib-“

Just then you felt a sharp sting against your cheek as your momma slapped you across the face.

“Not. Another. Word. You will be dressed and waitin for me at the car in ten minutes. No poutin’ and no sulkin’ in the pews. I don’t wanna hear another word about that boy.” She turned to exit your room but turned around to give you one last dig to the heart, “And, honey, a man in love would never have done what he did to you. Remember that next time you wanna preach to me about love.” With that she left your room. Your cheek still stung from the unexpected hit to the face. Your momma was cruel but she’d never hit you before.

The slap, in a way, was kind of refreshing. For a split second you’d totally forgotten about Lee. Only for a second, though. His crystal blue eyes and cheshire lips never leave your thoughts completely. You shook your head in defeat, trying to erase him from your mind. It didn’t work, but you took a deep breath and began getting ready.

The church parking lot was full when you and your momma pulled in. Rickety old trucks to brand spankin new, brightly colored cars littered the dusty lot. You spotted Lee’s car immediately, thankfully he was already inside.

The whole town came to this church, which wasn’t that many people. Nevertheless, everybody knew everybody and, even if you didn’t care, everybody knew everybody’s dirty laundry. Old Man Karl got pulled over last week for a DUI, Nancy from the library cheated on her husband with his brother and.. oh yeah, Lee Bodecker dumped his long time girlfriend for the mayor's daughter.

Lee and yours breakup was the talk of the town. You were the fresh, new gossip in this boring as hell town and there’s nothing you could do about it.

You couldn’t get two steps into the church without being bombarded by women you didn’t want to know but also knew too much about, asking if you were alright and that they’d pray for you on this ‘beautiful, glorious Sunday morning’. Yeah, same shit different day, different person.

One woman stayed to chat with your momma, so you went to find your seat. Your usual spot was next to Lee and naturally that’s where you headed, only to be greeted by Lee and His new girlfriend, Laura-Jean Mancon. She was one of those girls who’d been pretty her whole life. Blind hair, blue eyes and a huge rack. Everybody thought she’d go into modeling or start an acting career but she never did. Instead, she stayed and was now going to marry Lee. In your eyes, that’s the best path she could’ve taken. You’d take her place any day.

“Mornin’ Y/n.” Lee cleared his throat, unable to make eye contact with you.

“L-“ You went to say his name but found you couldn’t. It was only one syllable, only three letters and it pained you to even think about, let alone say aloud. You cleared your throat, “Laura-Jean, nice to see you again.”

Laura-Jean said nothing in return. She just hummed, waiting for you to talk away.

“I guess I’ll go.. find me a new seat.” You took a deep breath when you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, again. Lee stared straight forward the whole time you stood there, too cowardly to even look you in the eyes. Some Sheriff he’ll be.

You scanned the crowd of people and found your momma in the front row, of course. You made your way up the aisle and took your seat next to her. The chorus sang their hems and the preacher clapped his way in on the last versus.

“How are we doin’ on this fine Sunday mornin’?” he drawled to the crowd. He got an assortment of greetings in return.

“I said ‘HOW ARE WE DOIN ON THIS BRIGHT N’ SHINY SUNDIE MORNIN’?’.”

“GOOD” the people shouted in return. You could hear Laura-Jean giggling over something but you wouldn’t dare look back. Lee always made church bearable, making wise cracks at the preaches expense.

“Now, today I’d like to talk a little bit about love. Of course, we’re always talkin’ about love when it comes to our lord and savor, Jesus Christ. But just for a moment, it ain’t about him. No. This mornin’ I’m preachin’ to you about young love.”

Here we go.

“It comes and goes so fast, but when you have it, it’s one of the most beautiful things this world can offer you.. especially when you put a little Jesus in it.” The church laughed. You knew where this was going. Your stomach churned as you sunk down into the pew.

“I’d like to ask the newly engaged folks in the crowd to come and join me up here. You know who you are, soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Lee Bodecker.”

Your heart felt as if it were going to explode, a tear escaped through your lashes and you quickly wiped it away.

They walked up hand in hand, smiling for cheek to cheek. How could he be so happy, so calm after only being broken up for less than a week? Did he ever love you? Really love you. Like you loved him. Obviously not because you could never, in good conscience do this to him. You couldn’t stand on a stage wrapped arm in arm with another man while Lee sat, just as you were now, devastated and totally distraught.

“So tell us,” the preach beamed. “When’s the big day.”

Lee looked at you with a pained expression as Laura-Jean answered the preach.

“May 21st”

Your breathing heavies at the reply. Turning to your momma you whispered, “Momma, that’s in two weeks.”

“I know that. Now, hush.” She side eyed you with a full smile still pressed to her lips. Even your own mother didn’t seem to care about your feelings. You sat there, listening to Laura-Jean go on and on about their ‘big day’. Tears streamed down your face and you let them. You’d given up on trying to hide how hurt you really felt. When you looked up, Lee stared straight at you. He wasn’t crying but his pain ridden face told you everything. One look at him and you couldn’t breathe anymore. You stood abruptly, all eyes were on you and Laura-Jean had stopped talking.

“I- excuse me.” You said before booking it out the back door. Lee hollered out, asking you to wait. It was too late. You were half way out the door and couldn’t stand to be in that room for another second.

Your feet stomped against the grave, dust clouding up in your wake as you made your way to the road.

“Y/n!” Lee called out after you.

“Go away. I have nothing to say to you, L- fuck.” You cursed, trying desperately to get away from him.

“I said wait, goddammit.” He growled, capturing your bicep in his large hand.

“Let go of me!” You whined sounding out of breath.

“Not until you listened to what I have to say.”

“What, Lee? What could you possibly have to say?”

“I- I.. dammit. I know I put you in a tough position but-“

“A tough position?” You repeated.

“Let me finish.” He sighed and released your arm from his grasp, “I know I hurt you. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, but, doll, this is it. This is my only chance at becoming Sheriff. You know how hard I’ve worked to get here and you’ve always been so supportive of my dream. I- I just thought.. out of everyone you would understand.”

Your skin burned as you imagined smoke blowing from your ears. Did he really just say that? That you should understand the break up and go on with your life like nothing happened like he is? You stood there frozen, breathing heavier and heavier as your brain tried to come up with a coherent response while trying to also remain a lady.

“I- I still love you. You know that, right?” He asked, bringing a hand to your cheek and wiping a stray tear away.

You flinched at his burning touch and slapped his hand away, “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again. I don’t love you anymore. I can’t love you. Shit… seeing you was the best part of my day and now I can’t even look at you without feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I can’t even say your name anymore. Everything about you, now, fills me with so much pain and dread. So if that’s what your love is, keep it. I don’t want it anymore.”

“Doll,” A tear ran down his cheek, you now being the one who’s breaking his heart. “I never meant to hurt you. I swear.” He sniffles.

“Well, you did. I’m in so much pain.” You sobbed, “I’m in so much pain and I have no one to go to because you were my person. You have left me completely empty and utterly alone.”

“Y/n, I-“

“Save it, Bodecker. I’m done talking to you.”

Lee didn’t chase after you this time. He let the tears stream down his face as he watched you walk away. He was just as heartbroken as you but couldn’t show it., not when he was so close to winning this election. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and headed back towards the church. He knew you just needed time and that he’d still see you around town.

Seeing you today took his breath away. You wore your favorite dress that he bought you for your birthday so long ago. You didn’t have on any makeup, which he loved. You were so naturally beautiful and he did still love you with every piece of his shattered heart. He’d eventually come up with a plan to get you back, but for now he would respect your space.

Once you’d gotten home and shut the door, you couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs. Hoping for some sort of release from all this heartache you felt. Telling him you couldn’t love him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You sat on the floor in the same position you were in before you left; head between your knees and sobbing like a baby.

There was no escaping him in this town. There was church and the grocery store and the diner you worked at part time. He was everywhere. He’d come in every morning you worked to have coffee with you. He had been a part of every little thing you do in your daily routine for as long as you can remember.

There was never a time you weren’t together. It was always just you and him. He was the one who held you when you were sad, but where was he now when you needed him most?

To you, there was only one way to fix this; get the hell out of here. Completely leave town and start anew somewhere else. You have an aunt that lives right outside of town. You can stay there until it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you got up. Your aunt agreed to the plan and said you could stay with her for as long as you needed when you called her. You packed a small duffle bag and waited for her to pick you up.

When she did finally pull up out front, you hopped in the car and she drove off, leaving the dusty ole town you called home for so long. You took in a deep breath as you drove towards your new life. No Lee, no momma, no worries.

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xtrashmammalstefx · 4 years ago

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Stubborn Asshole (A Zak Bagans x Reader SMUT)

WARNINGS: Smut, language, possession

Special Thanks: To @xcazzax for being an awsome reader and source of inspiration. I couldn’t do this without you girly. 🥰

I love Aaron like a brother, don’t get me wrong, but DAMN HIM FOR BRINGING SUCH AN ASSHOLE INTO MY LIFE!

Douchey McGee: Hey Aaron said to message u.

He said: Get the fuck up Y/N!

Me: Tell him I said thnx and

and 2 not have the douche do

his dirty work.

Douchey McGee: Well fuck u 2 Y/N.

I sighed and crawled out of my hotel bed. We’d flown in late the previous night and I was still exhausted. I showered and got dressed in my ripped black skinny jeans, my black GAC shirt, and combat boots. I grabbed my hoodie and purse on the way out. Downstairs in the attached restaurant the rest of the crew were gathered for breakfast and much needed coffee.

“Morning gorgeous,” Aaron greeted.

“Fuck off Goodwin, I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” I said taking my seat beside him. “And by the way since when is boss man your own personal secretary.”

“And here I thought you didn’t know me as anything but Douche McGee, douche, or my personal favorite: Stubborn asshole son of a bitch.” Zak chimed in.

“Good morning to you too Satan,” I rolled my eyes.

I swear ever since we met Zak has made it his life mission to push my buttons in any way he can. But unfortunately for this psychotic fuck, two can play that game.

“Huh that’s original,” Zak continued.

I rolled my eyes and ordered an omelet with coffee. “So you gonna tell me when you decided to make boss man your bitch?” I asked Aaron.

“Well I figured I’ve been the bitch long enough so…” Aaron said.

“Dude, since when have I ever treated you like a bitch?” Zak asked.

“Every time you forced him to stay in a fucked up room by himself during an investigation like a fucking sadist?” I pointed out.

“Oh...right…” Zak said looking like he felt a tinge of guilt.

“Does that mean I’m a bitch too since he’s been doing the same thing to me lately?” Billy chimed in.

“Unfortunately,” I said just as my breakfast arrived arrived. “Oh, thanks.” I said to the waitress.

“Only you can go from bitchy to bubbly in zero seconds flat,” Zak said.

“Fuck you too, Bagans,” I muttered taking a bite of my omelet.

“Not in this life babe,” Zak muttered taking a sip of his coffee.

It continued like that even in the car on the way to the days location: Bly Manor. According to our sources Bly Manor was built in the 1800’s by Charles Bly, an Irish immigrant who made a fortune selling liquor and tobacco. By the time of the Civil War he decided to try his hand at weapons manufacturing which earned him enough to break ground on his dream house. He lived in the manor with his family. His wife Athena, and his daughter Josephine.

It said that on a sunny afternoon while do work in the Manor’s yard a man by the name of Bishop Wiley showed up and shot him dead. Supposedly Wiley’s son Robert was a soldier in the war and was killed by the very guns Charles helped build.

Charles has since been purported sighted walking the manor grounds. His wife Athena has been seen playing the piano, and wandering the halls. As for Josephine well… she was the most famous spirit of all.

“Josephine has been seen on the balcony of the Red Room,” explained our tour guide as we interviewed her. “The story goes that Josephine had met and fallen in love with a man at a nearby farm. And just before they were due to be married he left to fight in the war. She promised to wait for him there until his return. Hopeful that they could still marry and have a family. Sadly the man lost his life in Gettysburg. Charles felt so horrible he felt the need to keep it from her. So she continued to wait. And continues to wait to this very day.”

My heart ached for Josephine. It’s a whole other level of hell to lose someone so dear… I damn near jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?” Zak asked.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” I said before following the tour guide.

We eventually took a break for lunch and then got ready for the investigation. Unlike most of the crew I made it a habit of carrying a small black backpack. I was just stuffing a recorder, spirit box, and MEL Meter when someone pat my shoulder.

“Hey are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Zak asked again.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m good, um, why the niceties?”

“I may be an asshole sometimes but I do feel for people now and then,” he said.

“Even me?” I arched an eyebrow at him. Before he could answer Aaron barged in needing to grab a spare lens for the camera.

We continued prepping in silence and then slowly but eventually the sun went down and moon shined bright.

Aaron, Zak, and I went in together. We worked together as a group for a while before (in true Zak Bagans fashion) we split up.

“Y/N I want you to stay up here for a while and see if Josephine will communicate with you,” Zak said.

“Alright,” I said stepping out onto Josephine’s balcony. Zak and Aaron disappeared through the Red Room door and I took out my recorder. “Josephine, are you here?” I started. “If so do you think you could answer a few questions for me? I promise you I mean no harm. Just speak into this little device for me.”

I felt a chill in the air but continued. “Why are you still waiting for him?” I asked. “Don’t you think he’s waiting for you on the other side?”

I suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of sadness and anxiety. I slid down to the ground and then... He promised me. I kept thinking for some odd reason. He promised...he promised we’d go...he promised on the stars...he promised we’d be together.

The thoughts kept coming, and I don’t know when it started but I only realized I was crying when I felt someone shake me violently. “Y/N TALK TO ME DAMMIT!!!”

Zak knelt in front of me looking freaked. “D-Don’t ever leave me,” I cried. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

“Josephine leave her alone, please,” Zak asked. “I know what happened to you was cruel and unfair but that doesn’t mean she should suffer like this.” Call me crazy but Zak actually sounded kind of pissed. There was another chill and he knelt beside me again. “I’m here sweetheart…” He whispered brushing my cheek with his hand. “I’m here.”

I looked up at him and saw a face that was not his. His hair was chocolate brown and barely touched his shoulders, his eyes the same. My heart took off in joy and I threw my arms around him. He squeezed me before pulling back and taking my face in his hands. “Promise not to disappear on me again?” I asked.

“I promise,” he muttered before bringing his lips to mine. We kissed passionately as though it was a long time coming. After a while it felt like a weight lifted off me and my legs became limp. “WHOA!”

Zak caught me. It was for sure him this time. I was suddenly more aware of things...more awake. “Zak...what? What happened?”

“I dunno,” he said. “But I’m getting you the fuck out of here.”

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me all the way to the GAC van.

“You know you didn’t have to carry me right?”

“Says the girl who just nearly passed out on me,” Zak said setting me down in the back of the van.

“Um Zak did you want us to edit out the last bit of her footage or..?” Billy asked awkwardly.

“Edit it out? Why?” Zak asked. Blushing furiously Billy replayed the footage from the night vision cam we had facing the balcony. It showed me slowly crumbling and then…

“Oh sweet fucking Jesus,” I groaned as Zak and I started making out on screen.

“Uh...yeah I don’t think we need to uh-*cough*-show that,” Zak said turning back to me. “Are you, uh, gonna be okay?”

“Um...yeah I think so,” I said not entirely meeting his eye. “You-uh-you go ahead. I’m just gonna chill with Billy the rest of the night.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Now go before I drag you back in by your balls,” I threatened.

“Oh yeah you’re gonna be fine,” he said turning his back on me.

“You know you two are actually kinda hot together,” Billy said.

“What? Are you high? Zak and I can barely stand each other,” I said.

“Bull-fucking-shit Y/N,” Billy laughed. “We all can see there is insane tension going on between you. We just don’t get why you guys haven’t done anything about it.”

“What are we the hot gossip going around the office or something?”

“I mean, if this almost-porno is anything to go by...then yeah.”

“Billy I swear to God if I catching you jerking off to that—.”

“You’ll cut my nuts off I know,” he finished for me. “Besides I would never in hell jerk off to my best friend and his girl. It’s too weird.”

“I’m not his girl,” I snapped at him.

“Whatever you say Y/N,” Billy laughed. “Now did you wanna review this evidence with me or..?”

And so I did.

Once the investigation ended we packed up, caught a few minutes sleep then made our way back to Vegas.

Billy, Jay, and Aaron were dropped off first. Then it was just me and Zak.

Aaron: Try not to kill Zak please.

Me: No promises.

Zak then pulled up to my place.

“Are we never gonna talk about it?” I asked as he parked.

“What’s there to say?” he asked. “It-It was a freak incident. We-we weren’t ourselves.”

“True you were actually nice for once,” I said sarcastically.

Zak glared at me. “Go fuck yourself, Y/N.”

“Fuck me yourself you coward,” I blurted out. “I mean...um...fuck!” I sighed and stepped out of the car. I had just unlocked my door when…

“Y/N!” I turned around and saw Zak running up to me.

“Wha―” I was cut off by Zak slamming his lips to mine.

He kissed me hard, as though he was relieving an ache deep within his heart. I kissed back and clumsily opened my door. Zak picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carried me to my bedroom. He placed me on the bed and I reached up to pull his shirt off. I tossed it aside and eventually more articles of clothing followed.

Zak laid me back on the bed and started pecking a trail of kisses all the way down to my heat. A moan escaped my lips as he kissed and sucked on me. “HO-HOLY SHIT!”

To say Zak knew what he was doing would be an understatement. He didn’t stop eating me until I was writhing beneath him. “Z-ZAK!” My back arched and my toes curled up in the most powerful orgasm of my life.

He crawled back up to me, smirking. “Not much of an asshole anymore, am I?”

“Oh shut up,” I brought my lips back to his as I ran my hand up and down his length which like the rest of him was thick and hard. I suddenly felt him move my hand before he reached down and placed himself at my entrance. He kissed me once more before pushing in. “FUCK! How the fuck have you been single this long?”

“Demons tends to be excellent cock blocks,” Zak said as he started to thrust. “Lucky for us, they tend to stay away from you.”

“R-Really?”

He grunted then nodded. Despite his big, tough, persona Zak was actually really sensual and passionate in bed. He kept his thrusts gentle (probably because he knew his above average size could inflict some damage if he wasn’t careful) until I urged him to go faster and harder. After a while he flipped us over so that I was on top. I rode him hard, and Zak, being a gentleman, helped me out by thrusting up into me as I did.

The tension began building up inside me. “Fuck...Zak I-I think I’m gonna…” It hit me like a wave. I tightened around him, arching my back, and damn near screaming his name.

Zak flipped us over again and continued thrusting until he grew sloppy. I suddenly felt him twitch inside me as he cursed and groaned. His body shuttered as he painted my womb with his seed. Finally he collapsed beside me, both of us breathless.

“Wow,” I said.

“I know,” Zak said.

Once my breathing was under control I turned to him. “So...what now?”

He looked over at me.

“I guess we just be together,” he said. “It’s kind of what you do when you’re insanely in love with someone.”

“You’re in love with me?” I asked.

“I’ve always been in love with you,” he smiled. “Ever since we met...I just didn’t want the spirits in my life to hurt you so I decided to keep you away.”

“What changed?”

“Besides that they for some reason stay away from you?” I nodded. “I was tired of letting them get in the way of what I want. I was tired of being away from you.” He draped his arm over my waist. “I love you.” He muttered.

“I love you too,” I said pecking him on his swollen lips.

We spent almost every day together after that. It’s been a year and we are still together. Life was the same for the most part. We still investigated places, while not in bed or spending time with each other. The guys were relieved to see us together (at last) until our PDA became a little too much for them to handle. Oh and there was one other difference as well…

“Y/N BAGANS COME GET YOUR MAN HE’S BEING FUCKING TERRIFYING AGAIN!” Aaron shouted at me through the walkie.

“What happened to having the preggo investigator hang back all night?” I asked rubbing my stomach. Zak made everyone swear not to let me into the buildings with malicious spirits and demons.

“Y/N please,” Aaron begged.

I sighed and looked down. “Aaron Nicholas Bagans for the love of god don’t be a stubborn asshole like your daddy.”

With that I exited the van and went to save the love of my life.

#zak bagans #zak bagans x reader #zak bagans imagine #Smut

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moonbearmeliox · 4 years ago

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X-Men Series Film Review

Welcome back to “Bren rambles about a movie/tv series.” So I just spent the past three days watching the main X-Men movies and while watching I wrote down my thoughts and what came to mind when watching the movies. Spoiler Warning(duh) for the X-Men movies. Also trigger warning because I do talk about homophobia and conversion camps.

X-Men

As the woman is talking about how mutants can be scared to revel themselve because they could be met with hostility and violence, I find this as a parellel to gay marriage and how LGBTQ+ are scared to come out because they won’t be accepted. Mutants are scared to say they’re mutants of fear of being put to death; LGBTQ+ people are scared to come out in fear of being met with violence or judgement(some places you can be put to death for being gay.

“We should decide if parents want their kids to be in school with mutants.” Sounds the same as “Do you want your child to go to the same school as a gay person? Do you want to be in the bathroom with a girl who has a dick?(in the context of conservatives who don’t want transgender people to use the bathrooms they identify with because “their genitals don’t match)”

Speaking of gay: Eric and Charles

Wolverine got anger issues

Wolverine adopting a young girl with mutant powers, how many times is this going to happen? At least twice.

Rouge really got the shortest end of the stick with the mutant gene.

Give Rouge a male love interest that will inevitably die by her hand, that’s what I’m assuming.

Jean Gray is going to be Wolverine’s love interest, calling it now

Mystique’s costume always bugs me because she’s essentially naked. Like, the directors were like “She must wear no clothes.” “That’s not practical-” “Men will eat it up. The sex appeal, yes. Because women can never have practical costume design.”

Scott looks like he’s played by the main dude in the Sonic Movie(I was right!)

Can Magneto bend the iron in people’s bodies?

“You never use your power against another mutant.” How long is that going to last?

Dad Logan is the best Logan.

The Train Splitting scene shows how powerful Magneto is but didn’t Charles tell Wolverine that Magneto can control metal. Wouldn’t Wolverine have the knowledge, “Hey using my METAL claws against a METAL bender might not be a good idea.”

Kinda figured he would want Rouge, a mutant who can literally kill someone with touch is definitely something the big bad would want.

Magento could just metal bend Charles’ wheelchair.

So Magento’s plan is to turn everyone into mutants, right?

Charles explained it more and it sounds like Terragensis from Agents of Shield with the crystals. Some come out of it with powers, others will crumble to dust.

What powers the cortex that makes it so Charles goes into a coma? Like how does the liquid get into his brain for that to happen?

Yes Jean, it is a perfect idea to put the helmet that put Charles into a coma on your head. Nothing will go wrong.

Mystique really only has like five lines in this whole movie. She really is just supposed to be eye candy.

Of course classic shapeshifter double, who’s who scene. Probably going to be resolved with Jean Gray knowing which one is the real Logan.

The fight scene isn’t that well shot but it is 2000 so

I don’t remember there being a big museum when I visited the Statue of Liberty

I doubt Mystique will stay dead.

Again they thought it would be a good idea to send Wolverine, the man with METAL CLAWS to help fight a METAL BENDER.

Nice of Magneto to put Cyclops and Jean right next to each other face to face.(Director: They’re a couple they must face each other so one can kill the other)

Yep, knew Mystique couldn’t stay dead

Why did they try and have Jean and Logan have a weird semi romance set up when Jean is dating Scott

They gave Charles a plastic wheel chair for when he visited Magneto. Ha, that’s funny.

Plastic isn’t that durable, it would be easy to break Magneto out

Nightcrawler!

The fights scenes have improved, but they’re using a lot of wire rigging

Alan Cummings played NightCrawler. Knew he looked familiar.

Let’s have Wolverine follow a wolf even though wolves are wolverine's natural predators.

Watch the president be a mutant

Dad!Logan

Still painting it that Logan and Jean could possibly end up together. No thanks.

I see they didn’t change Mystique’s costume design. Is she going to say more than five lines in this movie?

Government wants to pass an act to detain and control all mutants, goes and raids a school filled with mutants, and then is SURPRISED when the mutants retaliate. “Oh we don’t want to start a war” THEN LEAVE THEM ALONE. Of course they’re not going to leave them alone because what isn’t normal scares them and must be dealt with no matter what.

Getting even more parallels between mutants and LGBTQ+. Striker wanted his son cured of the mutant gene but was ultimately upset when Charles’s school couldn’t do that. It’s similar to how when people come out to their parents, their parents send them to conversion camps to “Cure” them because they think being gay is an illness.

Bobby don’t get horny, it will only end badly

I asked the question if Magento could bend the iron in people’s blood in the last movie. The answer is yes. Yes he can.

Bobby’s parents “Have you tried not being a mutant.” Gives more LGBTQ parreles “Have you tried being straight?” “Have you tried being your assigned gender?”

An officer shooting a white guy? Unrealistic.

Welp Bad guys and good guys team up to save Charles.

Jean and Logan kissed. Here’s my shocked face. #TeamScott.

But seriously, I hate how the main dude must have romantic interactions with the main girl. It’s never the main dude has romantic interactions with a minor(minior in the sense of not that important to the plot) girl, Storm is right there with no love interest. Pair Logan up with her, that way we aren’t running an already established romance, But nooooo, Hollywood loves to have love triangles.

Mystique changing into Jean, making out with Logan, and then changing into a bunch of different girls makes me uncomfortable.

But again, “All women who have the potential to be a love interest must kiss the main dude” now we wait for Storm to give Logan a smooch.

Female Wolverine!

Magneto had his own secret agenda? Who would have thought?

Bobby’s going to come in clutch with freezing the water

Why does Jean need to go and stop the water? Bobby has control over ice, he can stop it.

Man I really feel bad for Scott.

But I’m miffed because it’s the classic female character dies to further male character’s development.

Oh look Jean’s alive, not surprise. Is she going to be the villain of X-men 3?

I couldn’t watch X-Men 3 because it wasn’t available on any sites but reading the wiki synopsis I was right on her being a bad guy(MY BOY SCOTT GOT MURDERED!). Upset Charles died but he was old and the mentor figure so he kinda had it coming. On to the prequels.

X-Men-First Class

So Charles met Mystique first. And her name is Raven. Wonder what caused their split. I just hope they weren’t romantically involved

Poor Erik, really giving him a tragic backstory

James Macavoy!

Raven and Charles call each other siblings! Oh this is going to hurt more.

Excuse me while I get distracted by Vegas women.

But also did the CIA woman plan to sneak in as a showgirl. Because who would wear lingerie under work clothes unless she planned for this(or planned to get freaky later). I mean it’s Vegas so maybe she was prepared.

Emma Frost is a telepath and can crystalize her body. Not what I was expecting with the last name Frost but I also find it odd that her two mutations don’t intersect with each other. Telepathy and crystallization have nothing in common, so the only explanation is that she got both genes from her parents. It would have to be rare since males are usually the ones to pass the gene to their kids.

Azazel. I’m guessing is Nightcrawler's dad. He and Mystique will get romantically involved and have Nightcrawler. He’ll get the blue skin from his mom but the mutant gene from his dad.

Ok I’m miffed about the costume design again. It’s London and it’s raining and they decided to have Raven and the CIA woman wear SHORTS! They’ll be freezing their asses off all so you can have some leg candy? What’s so appealing about knees? Nothing. It’s always been women’s costume designs that have to be appealing, not practical.

If Charles can’t be involved with Mystique, then he’ll have to get involved with Moira?(I don’t know if I heard her name correctly, the CIA lady). Because all male characters MUST have a romantic love interest(sarcasm)

That one CIA dude, he’s a real one.

So the dude that killed Erik’s mother, is also a mutant.

How is Erik trending water and controlling metal? Nevermind, he’s drowning

Charles saves Erik! And thus the ship is born. “Erik, you’re not alone.”

Hank Mcoy. They zoomed in on Mystique when he was looking at her. Reading the camera angles...oh please don’t have another romantic set up.

They did the Spiderman/MJ framing with Hank upside down and Mystique very close to his face. Yep, they’re setting up a romance between them that will ultimately go nowhere because again, Mystique will do the do with Azael to get Nightcrawler.

Hank and Mystique have only known each other for like five minutes and they’re already having a picnic on top of a rocket. I hate how romance moves so fast in movies.

And Mystique was going to kiss him. Just...no

Erik, right after he walks in on Hank and Mystique’s picnic: If I looked like you, I wouldn’t change a thing.

Are they really trying to set up a love triangle between Hank, Mystique and Erik? I know Magneto and Mystique's relationship in the first three movies is close, but that sentence just makes it sound like Erik is jealous.

“Are you sure we can’t shave your head.” “Don’t touch my hair”. I mean he’s going to lose it eventually.

I love the mutant finding montage. Especially the Wolverine cameo

My mom just informed me that the bad bad is played by Kevin Bacon so that’s what I will refer to him as since I can’t remember his name.

These recruited mutants aren’t going to last long. They’ve got the youthful team up energy, they will be the “First Class” hence the name, but we probably won’t see them again after this movie.

Charles, Erik and Moira being disappointed parents. Starting to get a family vibe that we didnt get from the last three movies.

Charles as Erik storms in: I’m sorry, I can’t leave him. They’re gay your honor.

I just realized that Frost is the second right hand woman to have no real costume. She’s just like Mystique where “she must wear the least amount of clothing possible or have no clothing at all when using her powers” I just wish it would stop.

Let’s take the right hand woman who is a telepath with us. What could go wrong?

What is Angel’s motive to go with Bacon, like I don’t get it. And the adaption dude? It’s just a turn on the dime. Nevermind it was a fakeout and one of them died. Knew they weren’t going to last long.

I feel like Chalres trying to shoot Erik as training is foreshadowing.

Training montage

SO Bacon loses Frost and now has Angle as his right hand woman? I honestly didn’t think that necessary.

Welp there goes Mystique and Hank’s relationship. He only liked her when she was in disguise.

Conflicting differences! Finally get to see Erik and Charle’’s view on humans.

Knew it! As soon as Hank dumps Mystique she goes straight to Erik. Because “She MUST be romantically involved.” Why? Why? Can’t she just...not. She doesn’t need a man.

Erik: I want to go to bed. Maybe in a few years. Ha funny.

I get Mystique going to Erik because he accepts her, unlike Hank but again, she doesn’t need to have a love interest.

Suits! But again, miffed about Mystique’s suit not being fully set up. SHE DOESN'T”T NEED TO HAVE HER CLEAVAGE TEASING IF SHE”S GOING TO BE FIGHTING!

Could Charles just stop controlling Bacon, so he can move and Erik wouldn’t have a chance to kill him.

But good cuts between Bacon and Charles.

The boyfriends are fighting!

Oh that’s how he gets parralized. I forgot about that.

Erik really does care for Charles even tho they have different viewpoints

Mystique going with Erik and having Azeal with him is setting up the perfect opportunity for Nightcrawler.

“Gentleman, this is why the CIA is no place for a woman” *Big gigantic crash* That’s what you get for being sexist.

Days of Future Past

So these machines can absorb mutant powers and transfer them to other machines. A new threat.

Oh Charles isn’t dead from being disintegrated by Dark Phoenix

Logan!

Charles confirmed Mystique was like a sister to him.

So Mystique’s dna was the cause of the Sentitnals. I understand that stopping Mystique from shooting the doctor will change that, but also if that doesn’t work they would have to kill Mystique.(which won’t happen because she’s in the next movie.

Charles tells Wolverine that he didn’t have his powers in 1973, but First Class takes place in 1962 where he definitely had his powers. So what happened to Charles that made him lose his powers?

For once the government isn’t targeting mutants

Well one dude from First Class is in this movie, but sadly I can’t remember his name. X-beam guy.

Why is Charles drunk and not parallelized?

Hank still cares for Raven. Guess the love triangle is still a thing

Oh he’s doing the equivalent of mutant heroine to get rid of his powers and walk.

Erik in gay baby jail.

Erik killed JFK?! Why?!

I feel like if Mystique is searching around the office of someone, she should still be disguised as someone so she doesn’t get caught. I get her dropping the disguise to show the audience it’s her and it builds suspense but she would draw less suspicion.

PETER! MY boy!

I love that he talks fast and that’s kinda like a teenager. I don’t know how old he actually is.

“My mom knew a guy who could do that.” They’re not even trying to be subtle here.

Slow mo Peter speed scene! Yes!

Is that all we get of Peter in this movie? I hope not.

JFK WAS A MUTANT?

So Magneto can lift a plane, a submarine, and now a baseball stadium. Why does he need a baseball stadium?

They showed a clip of Peter watching the broadcast and he’s holding a little girl. I’d like to think that’s Wanda.

Everyone’s alive. Yay!

I’ll excuse Jean being alive because time changes and all that. SCOTT! SCOTT”S ALIVE! YES!

Apocalypse

Hey Oscar Issac

Young Scott!

Young Nightcrawler!

Erik went from wanting to kill humans to being a farmer and having a wife and daughter. Still going to end up on the bad side.

Young Jean Gray! Scott and her start out rocky but we know they’re going to end up together.

Knew the wife and kid wasn’t going to last long. Always got to do something that makes Magneto the bad guy

Two birds...one arrow

For this one, I can understand Magneto’s anger

Young Storm was originally on the bad guy’s side.

Scott sees things through literal rose tinted glasses.

I love Kurt.

Scott use to be a rule breaker

At least Storm has a practical costume.

Also if Erik really wanted to lay low, why did he choose to work at a metal factory.

Pyslocke’s costume isn’t practical. She’s got a boob and butt window. Girl there are so many places you could get stabbed.

PETER!

Charles and Erik always greet each other with old friend

So birdman gets metal armor and the girls get nothing.

Peter slow-mo! This will always be my favorite speedster scene

So the only people that can save the X-Men are Cyclops, Jean Gray, and NightCrawler. Three teenagers with no plan. They got this.

Go Charles! Fighting no matter what.

Logan!

Thankfully most of these characters can’t die.

Pyslocke and Angel can die but the others all have plot armour

Peter didn’t tell Erik he’s his son. Why?

No not the hair! Apocalypse took Charle’s hair.

Go Peter!

No Peter!

So Charles still has the hair when he’s in Apocalypse's head. Part of me knows it won’t grow back but I hope it does.

Mind fight!

So Erik is on the good guys side until the next movie.

Mystique finally has a good costume design

Dark Phoenix

The dude they got to play Bush doesn't look like Bush

SPACE!

This mission is going to go wrong and the X-men are going to get planned. Thus leading the world going against mutants again.

They gave Scott is own eye cannon, nice

Yea absorbing a solar flare will definitely cause your powers to go way hire

Well the mission didn’t go wrong, the way i thought it would. That’s good.

Charles motives have changed

So, men, supposed gods, robots, and now we’re dealing with aliens

Charles kinda being shown as a bad guy is weird. So used to seeing him have good motives.

The aliens want Jean to use her power to take over earth. Not surprising.

Dad now is not the time to poke the super powered bear

Police always show up at the wrong time

I know Mystique can’t die. This is the prequels

But again, Stop killing female characters to further male character’s development.

Oh there’s Erik. 50 minutes in and i thought we weren’t going to see him

Jean’s got a heat signature with that solar flare so it would be easy to track her.

At least the military decided to fallback instead of shooting

And there goes humans liking mutants. This is why we can’t have nice things.

So Mystique’s death is what sets Erik on being the villain again? It’s the same as a woman losing her husband and becoming a villain for revenge. Honestly I’m tired of love revenge plots.

Guys stop fighting! You’re friends!

Oh shit! Jean is making Charles walk. And not in the good way.

OH SHIT KURT IS KILLING PEOPLE NOW!

Dark Phoenix. A movie about family.

Legend of the Phoenix. She’ll rise from the ashes.

Bummed Peter wasn’t in this movie more

All in all, Apcolypse is my favorite X-Men movie.

#bren rambles

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illusionlockarchive · 4 years ago

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romeos huge rant on comedy, horror, and how they interlap

ok, so. full disclosure, what got me to make this post was this joke post right here.

so the initial premise is funny, haha okay. yeah. oh youre a kid and your punishment at school is that you have to stay at a room full of wasps. its funny because its absurd. it couldnt happen irl. youd think it wouldnt happen irl. youd hope so.

the thing about comedy and horror though? is that they actually operate on very similar concepts.

and that is, the absurd. the uncanny valley. what youre expecting the least. what youre not seeing and not registering. jumpscares are effective if at least to get you to jump, even if they are cheap. meanwhile, jokes where they completely twist your expectations to get you to laugh do the same thing.

it may be hard for you to believe me, but in the end, the bad ending of tattletail is the other side of the same coin as a joke that goes “i swallowed a tablet with some water. everyone on the apple store was terrified of me.”

i have not read the wasp story, but i can guaranteee you, i CAN imagine it being scary, if the right tones are used and suspense is built up nicely. with the right twists and turns, knowing when to keep things quiet and when to blow things out of proportion.

OR it can end up being unintentionally hilarious, if the characters in it are way too cliche to be real and feel more like caricatures of teachers and students, if things are rushed and details lose their meaning and value, if we are just to focus on being an audience watching a kid get chased around by a swarm of wasps, instead of putting ourselves in their place.

im neglecting to mention something though. horror is not the TRUE other side of the coin to comedy. no, thats tragedy. and im sure many more people have heard of that. the two masks used in theater, one happy, the other sad.

and now we come to two very interesting modifiers. im sure youve heard of the term ‘horror comedy’ to refer to a subgenre of horror that does have jokes and silly things still happening, and may not take itself all that seriously. but why is it a specified subgenre? because MOST horror is tragedy.

this is why, despite liking many horror games or even stories, in the end i still dont consider myself someone who actually likes horror as a general genre. most horror focuses on the seriousness of the faults of humans, on our fragility, on all we can lose or are even bound to lose, on the fear that what we feel so confident about having close to us can be snatched away in a second, that our sense of reality can crumble. most horror? doesnt end well.

comedies in general tend to focus on the absurdity of life, on how many silly, strange, or even uncanny situations can happen that can challenge us, but not in a harsh way, but in a way that, despite so many bad things happening, we still get to point and laugh it off and be okay at the end of the day.

literally, all it takes for a tragedy to become a comedy, and vice versa, is a tonal shift. when i told of my idea to create this post to my boyfriend, he backed me up, and told me “the difference between horror and comedy is in the soundtrack and silly sound effects”. hes right.

of course, there are things that you should have the decency to not laugh at, still. to keep your mouth shut and know when to reject. but good comedy knows how to stray away from that, and good tragedy knows how to handle it respectfully without making it torture porn.

so, as horror hinges on tragedy, on the fear that we all know we must face in our lives, because a scream is as natural as laughter, so horror comedies are born as an interesting paradox.

a year or so ago, i got the opportunity to watch the banana splits syfy movie. i was a huge fan of the banana splits as a kid, and would often watch their reruns. those silly furries meant a lot to me. but im not stupid, i know thats a horror movie, i went in kinda knowing what to expect.

it was a gore fest, and for about two or three nights i had trouble getting to sleep. i wasnt actually scared of my childhood friends in animal costumes, as i knew how absurd and irrational my fear was, but just the images of the massacre being fresh in my mind were enough to send me into a panic if i lingered for too long, which can happen, you know, when youre about to sleep.

(TW FOR DESCRIPTION OF A MANS DEATH AND GORE, IF YOURE SQUEAMISH JUMP TO NEXT PARAGRAPH)

i think a scene that perfectly blurs the lines between comedy and tragedy, as well as just plain horror in it, is the scene where a man gets killed by being put in a magicians box and sliced in half as a ‘magic trick’ by fleegle, the dog. as he pleads for his life, and his soon to be wife watches in horror and pleads for the robot dog to stop (yeah theyre robots in this, weird), fleegle continues to slice him in half and blood spurts out, until he is dead, and fleegle just happily and proudly showcases what he has done, as if he just did a real magic trick.

(END TW FOR DEATH AND GORE DESCRIPTION)

watching that was horrifying, of course it was. but at the same time, it was what i wanted and expected when i thought about “banana splits horror movie”. fleegle just did something completely absurd and entirely uncalled for. and what doubles the uncaniness of it is that it was supposed to be something harmless, a magic trick. think about this if it was in an adult swim cartoon. the same thing could still happen, but be treated as just a weird, gross joke. fleegle could even swear, say ‘heres your fucking magic trick damnit! oh you dont like it, well i quit!’ n then throw his hat on the ground and step on it.

they are essentially the same scene, but the cartoon version of it is presented in a way that shows full on just how absurd and unexpected it is, without any seriousness to it, probably without any moody music to accompany it. meanwhile the movie one focuses on the fear, grief, and horror of putting us in the shoes of a woman who just watched the man she loved be killed, with the shots being extra impactful.

in the end, the banana splits syfy movie is a horror comedy though, because most of the movie is spent finding the most creative, absurd, borderline funny ways for people to be killed off. as you watch it along, you dont know whether to laugh at the weirdness and absurdity of the events or to genuinely feel grief and fear over the bodies piling up.

i could also just go over a million other examples available to me right now. in fact, as of the time im writing this, i have the latest vinesauce corruption stream pulled on youtube. during corruptions, the most bizarre and absurd things happen, and often times, things get scary. we see the video game characters we love be deformed and twisted in ways that you can only imagine hurt, but they still act as if thats normal! so you cant help but laugh.

earlier today, i watched a gameplay video of bonbon. its a short horror game, with a very... different antagonist. i wont spoil much, because, i dont want to deter people from buying it. but i will say, there is a reveal at the end, which slaps you in the face with the realization that you have been played for a fool all along, and the developers would probably laughing at you if they saw you after youve beat the game. its a joke, and the fear that they cultivated so lovingly, is the punchline. your fear becomes a punchline. to me thats one of the highest forms of blurring horror and comedy, and one i prefer to some more gory and harsh attempts.

and i mean, i have to mention fnaf here, dont i? its a great example too, particularly because, if you look at the games by themselves, they generally take themselves pretty seriously as horror stories, minus a few odd cases or references. but they just have enough wiggle room that, if you look at them from afar, as an audience, you can take these characters youre supposed to be afraid of, and have fun with them, because it is pretty damn absurd, and even funny at the end of the day, that youre expected to be afraid of essentially big, robotic childrens toys. and thats when many fun, fan renditions that focus on lighthearted situations pop up. vanny herself is pretty funny even! the idea of a person who dresses up in a full fursuit to do crimes is pretty hilarious.

all in all, i think i just really appreciate how horror and comedy can converse with each other and how that says something about how we, as humans, are easily made impressed, made to be surprised and shocked, to jump or to laugh. and we are always looking for that thrill, it just depends on if youre looking for laughs or screams.

so yeah, maybe ‘wasp room’ can be a pretty good story. is it a horror story or a comedy? we wont know until we read it. (also if you made it to the end reading this holy shit i love you , i fully recognize i talked way too much)

#don't be scared. i am here with you.

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t-lostinworlds · 5 years ago

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Pushing Buttons (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: Surprise!! Haha guess who finally had the urge to write. It’s been a while since I actually sat down and written something, hence why I’m a little rusty so this may be bad or just suck entirely so please bear with me ksksks. Anyhow, here’s a little one shot for Halloween, hope you guys enjoy!

P.S. The next part of Duplicate is on the works so watch out for that soon aha.

Requested:

You sent this like a month ago? I’m sorry for taking so long sweets and also, I changed up the characters love, I hope you don’t mind.

Warnings: Slightly steamy at the end (not really) and typos.

Word Count: 3.6k+

Masterlist in Bio

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Shawn was clueless.

He always has been when it came to the never ending debate on which was better: the MCU or the DCEU.

But the boy does know a few things, one of which is how to get on your nerves very easily.

He knows very well that you love the MCU, that you're a ride or die fan to say the least. Shawn has seen it first hand, the countless amounts of times you've gushed about specific scenes and breaking down each Easter egg to watching the never ending theories as to what will happen next. All of that just goes to prove how much of a fan you are.

Shawn loves it. He loves how you speak with so much passion with that glow in your eyes. And the excitement that coats your beautiful features just makes his heart melt every time.

But with every positive thing about your love of the universe, there's also a tiny downside to it, hence why Shawn also sometimes hate it.

He hates the way you audibly gasp each time Steve Rogers wears an extremely tight shirt and shows off his biceps or when Thor - or any of the MCU heroes for that matter - stands shirtless even for a split second. He hates that certain look on your face as you bite your lip to try and hold back your grin, eyes slowly landing on him showing feign innocence, but Shawn can see right through those eyes. He always has for the past few years.

He can do nothing but scoff with a roll of his eyes each time you do that. Each time you push his buttons because you know it makes him jealous. You know it rides him up the wall how you practically faint each time those men are on screen. You know what it does to him and sometimes, Shawn thinks you do it on purpose, because him jealous?

Let's just say it changes things in the bedroom, just to put it lightly.

It wasn't a toxic kind of jealousy, no; it was more of an "it hurts his man ego" type of jealousy. With those men looking like they were all built from nothing but muscle, how can he not?

Now the time has come that Shawn has to at least get a little bit of revenge. To now push your buttons by the simplest choice of costume for this year's Halloween bash.

He has been planning this since the day he got the invitation, which was roughly two weeks ago. It was a yearly kind of thing, a Halloween party thrown to showcase the best you can do with any character or person of your choice.

It wasn't the kind of party where you can just buy casually something out of a store, not put much effort and be it a done deal. This is the party where people really go all out, as it is a charity event.

So a week and a half before the event, Shawn purposefully says the sentence he knows would push your buttons in so many ways.

"I kinda like the Batman v Superman movie more than Civil War." Shawn states casually as he plops down beside you on the couch. He tried his best to hold back his smirk as your head slowly, almost dramatically, turned to face him. Your hand went to grab the remote without taking your eyes off of him, pausing the movie you were watching which happens to be Captain America: Civil War.

Perfect timing.

"What?" Your voice was merely above a whisper but the surprise coating it was crystal clear that Shawn had to stop his urge to give himself a pat in the back.

The plan was in the works.

"I'm just saying that I enjoy DC movies more than Marvel you know. At least DC has some in-depth stories and great character developments." When Shawn saw your eyes flicker, he was about to back right out and scrap the whole plan. But with one glance at the TV to see that you've paused at the exact scene where Steve Rogers was holding back the helicopter with his biceps in full view – your favorite scene as you've mentioned plenty of times – that's all it took for him to keep this going.

Your glare on him was so intense that he could almost feel the side of his head burn. He can't dare to look at you in the eyes knowing he's treading on dangerous territory, so he keeps his gaze on his phone, scrolling through nonsense to try and seem nonchalant about it. He knows he'll crumble just by looking into those gorgeous but very angry eyes of yours, so be it best to avoid it for now.

"What are you trying to say here Mendes?" Your voice was low, almost serving as a warning for him not to try his luck. Hell, you calling him by his last name was warning enough, but Shawn only shrugged to seem unfazed, flashing you a cheeky smile as he spared you a quick glance before his gaze was back on his phone.

"What I'm trying to say is that DC appeals to me more than Marvel. And I'd like to think I have great taste in movies so..."

You let out a sarcastic laugh that only made Shawn fear you more. That "careful with what you say or I'm going to whoop your ass" laugh that sounds so sweet but very deadly nonetheless. He wasn't even sure if you were laughing at the first part of his statement or the last, or maybe even both, but either way, he was starting to crumble a little bit.

"You're really trying to get on my nerves aren't you?" Shawn shrugged at your words, gathering up all the courage he has to finally look up and hold your intense gaze. To say that you weren't anywhere near delighted with what he was claiming would be an understatement. The look in your eyes just says it all.

"What? I just think the DC movies are better than the Marvel ones." Your jaw went slack at that, and it took everything in Shawn's will power to not even let out the tiniest of laughs or even just make his lips twitch at the sight of total displeasure written all across your face.

Shawn wasn't sure if he was going to make it out alive with this one.

"Don't you dare make me take out my PowerPoint presentation on why you are absolutely and undeniably wrong Mendes I swear." You almost growled at him, hands coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose as you tried to hold on to whatever calmness you could harness within yourself. That simple gesture serving as a signal for Shawn to know that he was almost stepping out of line.

"Okay, you have your opinion and I have mine. I'm just saying I'm definitely not dressing up to be a Marvel character this coming Halloween party, the costumes are just basic." Shawn finishes with the most casual tone, just to dig the insult deeper but not too much for him to end up sleeping on this very couch tonight.

"Basic?!" You screeched as you looked at him in pure disbelief, the piercing sound making Shawn jump in his skin and you almost felt sorry, almost.

Taking a deep breath for a second, you toned it down a little, glare still there but voice a bit calm, just a little bit. "What are you wearing then?"

"It's a surprise babe."

"Fine. I'm not telling you what I'm wearing either." You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your attention back on the television; face still contorted in pure annoyance as you didn't even press play. That's when Shawn started to feel bad for ruining your mood entirely.

"My love, come here..." He cooed, slowly moving closer to you as if you'd snapped at him if he gets too close, which was exactly what you did.

"Don't! Don't you dare come near me you fucking traitor." You shot him a glare as you scooted further away from him until you reached the other end of the couch, a deep frown etched on his lips as Shawn flashed you the best puppy eyes he could muster.

"But honey, I just wanna cuddle." He pouted, making grabby hand gestures just like the child that he is. You only rolled your eyes at him, but deep down you were slowly cracking and you know that he knows. Shawn always knows that you can never resist him for any longer.

"I'm still annoyed with what you said. Give me two hours, and then maybe I'll let you near me tonight." You grumbled as you finally pressed play and resumed to watch your movie, making sure to turn up the volume to try and drown out the presence of your annoying boyfriend. Shawn sighed as he sank deeper on his spot on the couch, not pushing his luck any further as he does deserve the silent treatment.

Though that didn't stop him from being all cute whenever you spare him a glance, bottom lip all jutted out as he keeps looking at you with those puppy eyes of his. His sock clad feet always poking with yours until it slowly went up and down your leg in a comforting manner, him trying to take your attention away from the movie and boy was it working.

He kept moving closer and closer until he was seated right beside you, the warmth of his thigh pressing against your own. Sneakily, he was able to land a sweet kiss on your cheek that really did catch you by surprise. Your heart was quick to turn soft no matter how annoyed you are with him as he cuddled into the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss on your skin and earning a sigh of pure defeat in your part.

And just like that, the two hours of distance from him that you wanted only lasted for thirty minutes. All because Shawn truly knows how to make you melt in so many ways possible with nothing but him and his annoyingly cute and irresistible little face.

***

The day of the party has come.

Both you and Shawn haven't seen each other since the morning, the two of you too busy and preoccupied with your costumes for tonight. That didn't stop him from still getting into your nerves though, the conversation you had a few days ago being brought back by his simple little message.

iMessage from Dumbass Idiot: I really hope you're not going basic this year babe ;)))

The contact name was a bit petty but you just couldn't help yourself.

You weren't entirely mad, just completely and utterly infuriated. After all, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but you can't stop yourself from getting riled up as you finally caught on to what he was aiming to do. He wasn't slick with trying to hide that goddamn smirk that's for sure. Plus, you weren't dumb either being that you know he hasn't seen much of the DC movies, you know his sole purpose of doing this is to push your buttons, his idea of revenge due to you doing the same to him.

Shawn was in the guestroom right now as he insisted you only see him when he's 'done and polished'. You like to think that you have no idea what he was wearing, but judging by all of his actions following to this day, you know your hunch is just about right.

Just as you grabbed your fake guns to place it on your thigh holsters, the sound of soft knocking echoed throughout the room. "Honey? Why'd you lock the door?"

"Because I don't want you to see me until I'm done and polished." You mocked the words he used earlier, Shawn's hearty laugh following right after. "You're still mad at me sweetheart?" You can just picture his wide-ass grin behind the wooden door, that annoying curve of his lips from him feeling so proud that he knows exactly how to get under your skin.

"Leave me alone and wait in the living room you idiot." That only made Shawn laugh even more and it took everything in your power not to rip your hair out. It took so long getting it as straight and red as you can, you're not ruining your look for the idiocy of your boyfriend.

"Shawn Peter Raul I swear to Go-"

"Okay! okay fine, I'll wait in the living room. Love you honey." You didn't bother to give him a response as you heard his footsteps disappear into the hallway.

Putting on your belt, adding some finishing touches and taking one last look at the full length mirror, you smiled wide and proud at yourself.

Your all black Lycra suit was shaping your body in phenomenal ways. The fabric perfectly fitted to accentuate your figure but not too much for it to be constricting. The guns on your thigh holsters made you look like a total badass, but seeing the whole look finally come together? It makes you feel like a total badass.

Being dressed as none other than the Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself - her suit in CA: The Winter Soldier to be precise - you surely do feel your confidence boost through the roof and you can't wait to see Shawn's reaction.

"So what do you think?" You asked as soon as you reached the living room, slowly looking up to see Shawn already staring at you with his mouth in the shape of an O, the water bottle that he was holding not reaching his lips as he froze.

You stared at him with almost the same expression as you finally got the chance to see who he was portraying. He too was wearing a spandex suit, one that fits him too tight for your heart to handle. His muscles were extremely prominent from his wide shoulders down to his massive thighs, not to mention that obvious package he wasn't even trying to hide. His whole body covered in red and blue, his hair all styled back but leaving just one curl that fell sexily on his forehead.

You took him all in slowly but surely, your heart racing because he just looks so undeniably hot.��You tried to get a hold of yourself as you cleared out your throat, taking one deep and tried your best to seem unfazed, maybe annoyed even, when you said,

"Really? Superman?"

Shawn didn't even seem to hear your sly remark with his choice of superhero as he slowly made his way towards you, his cape swaying with his every movement that it made him look like he was actually Superman, such a pleasing sight to say the least.

"Holy fuck babe." He cursed under his breath once he reached you, hand landing on your waist as he stared you down with fire in his eyes.

"Not so basic now huh?" You boasted as you tilted your head to the side, bottom lip caught between your teeth and Shawn almost lost it right then and there.

"I– wow, you look – I can't even – damn it baby, you look so fucking sexy holy shit." Shawn gushed as he gave your waist a squeeze before his hands were roaming slowly, up and down your sides. His head was spinning, heart beating rapidly against his chest at the sight of you dressed in an all-black and tight suit. He was at a loss for words as his mind ran a hundred miles per second, his thoughts filled with all the things he wants to do to you with this suit on and off.

The way he was looking at you was doing unspeakable things to your body, the obvious lust in his eyes clear as day but you kept your cool, a playful grin etched on your lips as you slowly ran your hands up and down his chest, feeling nothing but hard muscles though the fabric. "You don't look bad yourself. Could've been hotter if it was Captain America but oh well."

"Oh don't you even dare start angel." Shawn growled, deep and guttural, eyes growing a shade darker as a switch flicked inside his head. It took everything in your sanity to not let your knees buckle, the look on his face loud and clear that he was ready to pick you up and pin you against the wall and take you right then and there. Both his hands slid down to rest on the swell of your bum, giving it a squeeze that made you lurched forward, pushing you even closer to him. If this was to take a step further, tonight's plan would surely be canceled for sure.

"Calm down Mendes. It's hard to hide a boner with that tight suit you're wearing." You teased with a giggle, and surely enough as you glanced down, his dick imprint was there, big and hard.

"I know. I can feel it getting tighter and tighter." Shawn chuckled deeply as he pressed his forehead against yours, taking in deep breaths with his eyes shut tight as he tried his best to calm himself, a task to say the least being that you were still standing there in that pretty costume of yours.

It was a minute tops until Shawn got his shit together, your sweet laugh echoing in his ear as you shook your head at his boyish antics, giving him a soft and sweet kiss that made his heart grow warm.

Shawn lets out a soft breath. "Let's get going before I lose any sense of control and we won't be able to go to the party."

***

"Superman? Black Widow? Why are you two–"

"It's a long story. Don't ask." You cut Brian off as you laughed at his confused expression. Superman walking in with Black Widow in his arms surely was a crossover people didn't see coming.

"We had an argument on which was better, DC or Marvel and here we are." Shawn answered nonetheless, shooting you a wink before he turned back to Brian. "What's your take on that Bri?"

"Well if were judging solely on tonight… To me Y/N is looking extremely good and exquisite so I'm voting for her." Shawn stared at his best friend with his mouth wide open, seeming surprised that Brian betrayed him. You laugh as you gave Brian a high five, the ginger boy looking all amused at this little completion happening between you two.

"Thanks Bri. That's one point for me Mendes." Shawn narrowed his eyes at you. "Oh it's on."

The two of you spent the whole night having the best time all while racking up as much points as you can. It was growing into a tie because both your costumes were pretty well done to say the least, compliments flying here and there, but most of them directed at you to which Shawn would jokingly make a sound of displeasure each time he lost. But he doesn't even argue as he does agree with everyone. You were looking incredible.

It was a couple of drinks later when Shawn couldn't keep his hands off of you anymore. With you looking as is and then combined with the alcohol? Shawn's mind was all dirty as he wants nothing more than to take you back home. Even more so when you left him with the boys to talk to an old friend of yours. Shawn didn't have a problem with it, that until you purposely shot him a grin, that very same grin you have whenever you try and make him jealous.

You wanted to poke at him. To now get under his skin in payback too all the things he said as you shot him a wink from across the room, where you were talking with a guy friend of yours who happens to be dressed as the Winter Soldier.

You were touching your friend's metal arm all while gushing at how cool it was as it did seem so real. It was nothing flirty at all but you didn't try to hide that playful smirk as you casually shot Shawn a glance here and there.

He knows what you were trying to do. He knows what you wanted to happen and he was going to make sure you were going to get it.

In quick strides Shawn was behind you in an instant, hand landing dangerously low on your back as he smiled at your companion. "Mind if I steal her from you?" Your friend shook his head no with a chuckle, bidding his goodbye and turning to leave.

Once he was gone, Shawn gripped your hips with both hands and pulled your closer to him, your back pressed flushed against his firm chest. That's when you felt that hard poke on your ass that made you let out a shaky breath, "Oh..." You felt Shawn's chest vibrate as he chuckled at your reaction, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you even closer for you to feel even more of him.

Ever so gently, Shawn dipped his head to place a kiss right on the back of your ear, his voice deep and hushed as he said. "You're really in for a treat tonight sweetheart, it is Halloween after all. Now shall we go?"

You didn't even hesitate as you dragged him out of the venue, body all hot with excitement with what's in store for you when you finally get back home.

Because when you push Shawn's buttons? He'll give you his all and more behind the closed bedroom door.

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s-oulpunk · 5 years ago

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Alright I don’t have the time or brain capacity to write out an entire fic, but I’ve been thinking about Disney channel movie AUs and I need to write them out somehow.

First of all, Descendants. A Descendants AU is NEEDED.

I know the obvious is to make Bill the prince/king. To make Richie one of the Isle of the Lost kids. But is that what we’re gonna do? No. Here’s what we’re gonna do instead:

Stan is the prince/king, and Richie is his best friend/right hand man. Ben and Mike are also their friends, maybe Ben is the son of that one Dwarf (I can’t remember the character’s name sorryy).

Bill, Eddie, and Bev are the kids from Isle of the Lost. It doesn’t particularly matter who their parents are, but Bill is the Mal character, Bev is Evie, and Eddie is a mix of Carlos and Jay. Not literally bc they have different personalities, but, like, their places in the story. Alright. Hell yeah. Now onto the actual story.

Stan spends a lot of time thinking about what he wants his first proclamation as king to be. He talks to Richie, Ben, and Mike about his idea and, with a little bit of a push, he tells his parents he wants to invite some of the kids from Isle of the Lost to go to their school. (Which btw confused me abt the original movie. Why is Ben king? He’s still in school. His dad isn’t sick. Who decided it was time for a 16 year old to be in charge of an entire kingdom? Also where is the rest of the kingdom? We only see the school. Is the school the entire kingdom? It doesn’t matter but those are my thoughts on the matter.)

Bill gets the invitation and, initially, wants to throw it away. He doesn’t care, he likes his home. It’s what he’s always known. But Georgie practically begs him to go. He’s more wide-eyed and naive than Bill is, so the idea of the great big world outside the island is so magical to Georgie. Bill agrees to go, agreeing to write to Georgie everyday and promising to try and find a way to get him over too.

I don’t think either of Bill’s parents would care much about Fairy God Mother’s wand though, so either Eddie’s mom or Bev’s dad is the one to demand they steal it. Eddie already has a different plot, so we’re going to say it’s Bev’s dad who wants the wand. Sonia is lazy. Alvin is power hungry.

Anyway, when they get there, Stan is there to greet them. Bill and Stan see each other and are kinda like 👀 but then they just ignore that because feelings?? Who wants to think about that?? Stan’s still kind of wary of them, and Bill still thinks they’re all stuck up pricks. So neither of them want to admit the other is cute.

Ben takes them to their rooms, and him and Bev are much more relaxed about realizing their feelings for each other. They don’t act on it right away, but it doesn’t freak them out as much. Bev makes Ben blush with her easy going nature, Ben makes Bev giddy with his natural kindness. They can’t help but fall head over heels for each other.

But it’s Eddie who really lectures them on this. His mom had instilled this fear inside him that these new people were going to hurt him. He desperately believes that a relationship with any of these people, that getting too settled, is going to hurt them. All he wants to do is help his friends get the wand and get out.

That is until he meets Richie. They’re in PE when Mike’s dog manages to get away from his leash and, of course, chases after the one person TERRIFIED of dogs (AKA Eddie). And Eddie, whose mother filled his head with stories about rabies and being torn limb from limb, fucking bolts. Mike and Richie (who was in class with him) both try to find him. Richie manages to find him first, hiding half up a tree as Mr Chips (that’s Mike’s dog’s name, right?) barks like a madman. Richie manages to coax him down with the promise that Mr Chips won’t actually hurt him. He does sniff him, but he quickly decides he’s not a threat and demands pets instead. From then on, Richie and Eddie are inseparable.

Bev and Eddie are both making friends, so they’re starting to care less and less about stealing Fairy God Mother’s wand. But Bill’s only worry is still finding a way to get Georgie off the island. And as far as he knows, getting the wand will achieve that. So he manages to convince Bev and Eddie to still go along with the plan, promising that if the villains do take over again, Ben and Richie won’t be in the line of fire.

Unfortunately, the only way they know to get the wand is to seduce Stan (because the wand will crown him king or something during coronation. I forget why the wand is there. But it is. And if someone’s dating Stan, they get to stand right next to the wand. Idk man.) Bev and Eddie beg Bill to do it, not wanting to risk their new romantic interests, and Bill pretends to throw a fit but he’s actually really glad it’s him. He would definitely be low-key jealous if one of his friends got to date the unfairly pretty prince.

So they sneak Stan a love potion and everything’s going great except UH OH Stan’s actually really sweet?? And cute?? And he cares about what Bill has to say?? He spends hours reading Bill’s stories, doesn’t mind posing whenever Bill wants to sketch him (which is OBVIOUSLY just for show, he doesn’t actually wanna draw Stan hahaha😳), and never makes fun of Bill’s stutter. He never even rolls his eyes or tells him to, “spit it out,” he just waits patiently with a soft smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes.

So Bill’s starting to feel more and more guilty, but he can’t look back now. He PROMISED Georgie, and his brother’s more important than a cute boy. Even if he is the cutest boy he has ever seen.

The day of the coronation, Bill slips Stan the cure to the love potion. He isn’t truly cruel, he doesn’t want Stan to still be in love with him when the villains take over. Because he is the prince and there’s no way Bill could protect him from their wrath. He can deal with Stan hating him, even if it’ll shatter his heart into a million tiny pieces.

Except Stan doesn’t act any different. At first Bill thinks that maybe it’s just because he doesn’t want to cause a scene in front of the crowd, but when they’re alone Stan kisses him softly and tells him how glad he is they met.

A part of Bill is ecstatic that Stan still likes him. But another part of him can only feel crushing guilt. Now Stan’s going to be heartbroken and there’s nothing Bill can do to stop it.

But he still grabs the wand, he still makes a show of breaking down the barrier. He can see the light in Stan’s eyes crumble, and Bill wants to cry his, admittedly, too big heart out. Bev and Eddie rush to help him, even though they’re facing their own moral dilemmas.

It’s not until the villains have already arrived and have everyone held hostage, that Stan finally breaks and asks WHY. Why did he do it? Why did he betray him? When Bill tells him why, Stan’s just like, “You idiot, I could’ve done that.”

Now Bill feels like a real idiot. And when he looks around, all he can see is the anger and fear he saw on the Isle of the Lost. It’s exactly what he was trying to get Georgie away from, but now he’s made it worse.

So in a split second decision, he gathers Eddie and Bev and asks them to help him fix this. It doesn’t take much convincing, they didn’t want to do it in the first place, and they manage to defeat the villains with the power of idk love and friendship or whatever. Maybe the other Losers help too.

When it’s finally all done and over, Bill can’t think of any reason he wouldn’t be sent back. He hands the wand back to Stan with his head hung low and a question on his lips. Can Georgie take his place here?

Stan sighs heavily and tells Bill, yes, of course Georgie can come, but he needs time to think about what to do with Bill. So Bill’s on house (or dorm, I guess) arrest for the next few days. He hangs out with Eddie and Bev, and occasionally Ben, Richie, and Mike, but he doesn’t see Stan for nearly a week. When he finally does, Stan greets him hesitantly, but reassures him that he’s not going to send him back. Bill needs to do community service or whatever, but because he righted his wrongs, he can stay.

Bill’s fucking ecstatic, he leaps forward and wraps Stan in a hug. Stan goes rigid at first, but it isn’t long before he melts into the embrace because he can’t deny that he had missed Bill as well.

It takes some time, but eventually Stan and Bill get back together (Georgie tries to help Bill woo Stan again) and they all live happily ever after and all that.

#holy shit this got so out of hand #I'm so fucking sorry #stenbrough #reddie #benverly #descendants au #IT #IT fanfic #IT fanfiction #bill denbrough #stanley uris #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh

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whumphoarder · 6 years ago

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Them’s the Breaks

Summary: Peter is home alone and ends up breaking his ankle. Figuring his super healing will fix it overnight, he doesn’t tell anyone and tries to sleep it off, only to wake up in the middle of the night in agony. Cue Tony, saving his ass yet again.

(Alternative title: Super Healing is Not All it’s Cracked Up To Be Tibia)

Word count: 3,174

Genre: Whump, hurt/comfort, fluffy angst

A/N: Thanks to @sallyidss for beta reading!

Link to read on Ao3

Prior to being bitten by a radioactive spider, Peter had broken exactly one bone in his life.

He was eleven. Someone dared him to do a flip on a trampoline at a classmate’s birthday party. The flip itself was mediocre, but the landing was legendary. Blood streamed down Peter’s face from his now crooked, throbbing nose, ruining both his brand new stormtrooper t-shirt and the horrified birthday girl’s pink dress.

Ned—ever the sympathetic friend—had puked on the spot, which hadn’t done wonders for either of their middle school social statuses.

Peter managed to hold it together pretty well for the twenty minutes it had taken Ben to arrive, but the second the car door was shut and they pulled out of the driveway, the façade crumbled. Peter’s shoulders shook and tears ran down his cheeks, stinging his nose, because, as it turned out, broken bones just really hurt. Almost as much as Peter’s pride.

But Ben was there, and Ben always knew how to make Peter feel better. He cracked jokes about his nephew’s failing gymnastics career and tossed wadded up Burger King napkins at the kid’s messy face all the way to urgent care until Peter’s choked sobs turned to quiet giggles.

The doctor reset Peter’s nose and May fussed over him all weekend, making sure he was icing it appropriately. Three weeks later, he was back to normal.

But that was before the bite—before Peter had taken the unofficial job of crime-fighting teenage vigilante.

He’s up to eight bones now, lifetime total. Besides the nose, there were four ribs last summer (for the record, being thrown into brick walls really sucks), his collarbone back in January (missed a web and crashed onto the roof of a parking garage), and two fingers just before spring break (got stomped on by some dude gallivanting about in a rhino costume, what even is his life?). Luckily, super healing came as part of the package, so what had taken Peter’s sixth grade body weeks to repair, he now accomplishes in mere hours.

Today, however, it’s not Spider-Man who injures himself. It’s just Peter Parker, fresh off an evening patrol, wiping out in the goddamn shower.

“Oh shit!” Peter gasps sharply as his feet slide out from under him on the wet surface. His hand flies out on reflex and grasps the shower curtain, which he pulls down on top of him. As he slams onto the floor of the tub, his ankle rolls sideways underneath him. A split-second later, the metal curtain rod hits him in the face.

“...Rude…” he groans.

Water is still streaming down from the shower, splashing onto the sheet of vinyl now covering Peter’s body. He pulls the curtain off himself with another groan and gingerly pushes himself up to sitting. Half-blind from the shampoo running into his eyes, he reaches up over his head and fumbles for the shower handle. The water stops.

Peter makes to stand, but a sudden jolt of pain just above his ankle stops him. With a grunt, he lets himself fall back against the tub, teeth clenched.

Oh yeah, he’s never gonna live this one down.

It’s not his most graceful moment, but somehow Peter manages to extricate himself from the tub. Thankfully May is out of town this weekend so no one is around to hear the crashes and muffled curses issuing from the bathroom. He quickly dries off and pulls on some clean sweat pants and a t-shirt before hopping on his left leg to retrieve a bag of frozen peas from the kitchen. Once back in his bedroom, he carefully props the already-swelling ankle up on pillows and rests his makeshift ice pack on top.

It’s times like these when Peter curses his mutated spider metabolism for burning through normal painkillers so fast that Tylenol and ibuprofen are about as effective as Skittles. Tony has better drugs at the compound—the kind that actually work on him—but Peter isn’t too keen on explaining to his mentor how someone who’d stopped a runaway car with his bare hands and walked away without a scratch a few hours ago was no match for his own bathroom.

Plus, it’s really not that bad. He can deal. He’ll just sleep it off and everything will be fine by the morning.

Peter wakes to nauseating pain.

It takes him a moment to orient himself. He’s lying on his bed in a tangle of covers, a deep, pulsing ache radiating from his right ankle. He flaps his hand around under his pillow until he locates his phone and lifts it to his face to check the time. It’s 1:13 a.m.

God, this sucks.

When Peter pushes himself up to sitting, he can’t help but let out a muffled cry as a fresh wave of agony shoots through his leg all the way to the hip. It’s healing—he swears he can actually feel the bone knitting itself back together under his skin—but something about it feels different. Wrong.

Flipping on the bedside lamp, he pulls his covers off his aching foot and instantly gasps at the sight. It’s purple with bruises and swollen to double its usual size. On the side, right where the ache is deepest, the bone is jutting out at a weird angle and his stomach rolls at the sight. When he tries to move his foot slightly, searing pain nearly makes him lose his dinner.

This isn’t right. None of his past breaks have ever hurt this much. He can’t do this anymore—he needs help.

Fingers trembling, he types out his message: Mr. Stark? Are you awake?

It’s about thirty seconds before Peter sees the three dots indicating that Tony is typing: Haven’t slept since the 90s, kid. Why?

Peter steels himself with a deep breath as another pulse of pain stabs his ankle. He types out and backspaces a few different variations of his confession, ranging from ‘I fucked up my ankle and it’s killing me pls send help’ to ‘Nothing, just couldn’t sleep, sorry’ before finally settling on a vague version of the truth:

I might have done something dumb

Within five seconds of sending the text, Peter’s phone starts ringing, startling him. His fingers fumble to accept the call. When he speaks, his voice comes out more like a squeak than anything else. “Yeah?”

Tony cuts right to the chase. “How dumb are we talking here?” he asks briskly. “Because my lawyers generally appreciate a heads up.”

“No, it’s not that kind of dumb,” Peter manages to grit out through the pain. “It’s um… it’s just…” he trails off, not sure quite how to word this.

“It’s one in the morning. Just spit it out,” Tony prompts.

Tears are pricking at the corners of Peter’s eyes now, the ache somehow finding a way to become even deeper. “I-I got hurt,” he manages to say.

Tony’s tone instantly sobers. “Where? How bad?”

“No no, it’s not that bad,” Peter says quickly. “I just messed up my ankle or something. I thought I could just sleep it off and my healing would fix it, but it’s like”—he takes a shuddery inhale—“It just… it just really hurts, Mr. Stark.” He wants to cry; he feels absolutely pathetic.

Tony curses under his breath and Peter hears a lot of movement from the other end of the line. “Why didn’t I get any alerts from Karen on this?” he demands. “Because I put all those safety features in your suit for a reason and if I find out you coerced that Ned buddy of yours into disabling yet another layer of security, I swear to god, Pete—”

“I didn’t, I promise,” Peter interrupts. “Karen doesn’t know because it didn’t happen on patrol.”

“How did it happen then?”

“I just… kinda fell?”

“You fell?” Tony questions, confusion in his voice. “Fell where?”

Peter’s face flushes. “You know what, I-I’ll be okay,” he says. “I’m sorry to bother you, it’ll be fine in the morning, just—” Another pulse of pain shoots daggers up his right leg and his breath hitches.

“I’m already on my way,” Tony says, and Peter can hear the sound of wind rushing over the line now. “ETA, thirteen minutes.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to come out here!” Peter protests. “I just need some of those painkillers that you and Dr. Banner made. I dunno, maybe you could just send a couple over in one of your suits...?”

“Cute,” Tony remarks. “It’s adorable how you think I’m gonna let a fifteen-year-old dose out a drug strong enough to knock the Winter Soldier on his ass.”

“I’m sixteen now,” Peter argues. “Sixteen and a half, actually.”

“Equally adorable how you think stating your age in fractions helps your case,” Tony quips. “Listen, just hold tight, kid—I’ll be there soon.”

Peter sighs as the call disconnects.

Eleven minutes later, Tony arrives at the apartment and lets himself in with the spare key May had given him when it became apparent Peter's internship was more than just a run-of-the-mill semester-long program. He pauses in the doorway of Peter’s messy room to gaze at the miserable teenager sprawled out on the bed.

“Jesus, kid,” Tony swears quietly.

Peter gives a small wave. “Hey,” he mumbles. The nausea is back and he’s sweating slightly now. “Did you bring the drugs?”

“I did,” Tony says, his gaze narrowing as he steps closer to the bed, “but given that your ankle is currently resembling Violet Beauregarde’s, you’re not getting any until FRIDAY does her thing.”

Peter huffs, but he’s in too much pain to come up with anything witty to say. He holds still as Tony taps twice at the nanotech armor’s housing unit on his chest. A light appears and quickly scans over Peter’s body from head to toe.

After a moment, the light disappears again. “Scan complete, boss,” FRIDAY reports. “Partially healed misaligned fracture detected in the lower right tibia.”

“I broke my leg?” Peter balks. “I thought it was the ankle?”

“Your ankle is made up of three bones,” Tony explains. He pulls out his phone and starts typing something as he goes on. “Tibia, fibula…”—he pauses and glances up, frowning—“and that one that doesn’t rhyme.”

“The talus, boss,” FRIDAY supplies.

Diverting his attention back to the phone screen, Tony gives a short nod of acknowledgment. “Yeah, that one.”

“Oh.” Peter glances down awkwardly. “Um, I’m gonna take anatomy next semester.”

Tony hums absently. He finishes tapping out whatever message he’s been sending and pockets the device again. “In the meantime, I’m sure Bruce can tell you more fun bone facts when we get to Medbay.”

“Whoa, wait, what do you mean Medbay?” Peter demands, a fresh wave of panic and guilt crashing over him. “All I need is some meds so I can sleep through the worst of it and I’ll be fine,” he insists.

Tony huffs. “Your knowledge of anatomy might be lacking, but last time I checked you were getting an A in English so you should know that ‘misaligned’ isn’t a word you want connected to ‘fracture’. It’s healing wrong. You need x-rays. And a real doctor.”

With a groan, Peter drapes his arm dramatically over his face. “Great. Even my super healing is against me.”

“Not to mention you still haven’t told me how you fell,” Tony continues with a pointed look, “so if you’re trying to hide some other injury, or a vertigo thing, or—”

“I’m not,” Peter mumbles into the crook of his elbow. With a sigh, he lowers the arm from his face and looks miserably up at his mentor. “I just slipped in the stupid shower.”

To Tony’s credit, he doesn’t laugh.

(Even though his lips do twitch.)

Instead, he steps out of the bedroom and returns a moment later with a cup of water, which he hands to the kid along with two of the super strength painkillers from the orange pill bottle in his pocket. Peter downs them gratefully.

“Your aunt’s got her car here, right?” Tony checks.

Peter nods. “She took an Uber to the airport. Won’t be back until late Sunday. Conference for work.”

“Think she’d mind if we use it as a makeshift ambulance?”

Peter just shrugs.

“Alright then.” Tony presses the housing unit again and this time the armor encases his whole body. “Now I’m gonna pick you up and carry you down to the parking lot, and you’re not gonna make a big deal about it. Capisce?”

Peter suppresses a groan of embarrassment as he’s gathered carefully into Tony’s arms. Maybe next time he wipes out in the shower, he’ll get lucky and just drown.

The painkillers are strong and Peter ends up sleeping through most of the two-hour drive back to the compound. By the time they pull into the parking garage—May’s little dented Ford Focus looking positively ridiculous next to Tony’s array of expensive sports cars—it’s nearly four in the morning.

Bruce is waiting for them with a wheelchair, which Peter instantly balks at using.

“I don’t need that—I can totally walk,” he protests.

Bruce gives him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, that’s not a good idea. Judging by the scans FRIDAY sent ahead for me, your bone rotated as it healed—that’s why it looks so deformed right now. Walking on it is only going to cause further problems.”

“You heard the man,” Tony says, gesturing to the chair. He smirks. “Unless you'd prefer me to get the suit on again.”

With a groan, Peter transfers himself into the chair. His ankle really does feel better now. The swelling is down and the pain only flares up when he jostles it too much—he can tell the bone has mostly knit itself back together.

Once back in Medbay, they’re joined by another doctor—someone from SHIELD called Helen Cho who Peter has never met before. She does some x-rays and an MRI while Peter half-dozes, still foggy from the medication.

When the scans are complete, he’s transferred back to a hospital bed while the two doctors talk over the results with him and Tony. Peter tries to pay attention but he’s still groggy and exhausted, so the medical jargon sounds more like irritating droning than actual words. Then all of a sudden, the three of them start throwing around words like ‘rebreaking’ and ‘inserting pins’ and ‘realignment surgery’ and Peter snaps right out of his haze.

“Whoa, whoa, what do you mean surgery?” Peter demands. “It’s fine, oh my god.”

Dr. Cho gives him a half-smile. “Look here, Peter.” She holds up the x-ray and points to the bulge on the side of Peter’s ankle. “This malunion is going to significantly reduce your mobility, as well as potentially cause chronic pain. Given your”—she pauses for a moment—“unusually active lifestyle, I would highly suggest surgical correction sooner rather than later.”

And that’s how, several hours later, Peter finds himself lying on a bed in a pre-op room at SHIELD Medical, waiting for some surgeons to take a bone-saw to his freshly healed right leg.

“How you feeling, kiddo?” Tony asks, plopping himself down in an armchair beside the bed.

“Really stupid,” Peter answers honestly. He gazes down at the deformed bones in his ankle. “All this from falling in the shower.”

Tony huffs out a laugh. “Eh, this shit happens. One time in college, I threw my back out during a ping-pong match with Rhodey.”

Peter’s eyes widen. “Seriously?”

Tony nods. “Bodies are dumb. Even enhanced ones—did you know Steve once sneezed so hard he dislocated a rib?”

Peter gives him a skeptical look. “Now you’re joking.”

“Cross my heart,” Tony chuckles. “Then Thor clapped him on the back and popped it back in.”

Peter opens his mouth to express his disbelief at this information, but before he can do so, a nurse dressed in light blue scrubs comes in to take him to the OR. A fresh wave of anxiety comes over Peter and he shoots his mentor a pleading look.

“You’re really sure this is necessary?” Peter tries one last time.

Tony gives his shoulder a squeeze. “You’ll be fine,” he assures. “As soon as you’re healed up, I’ll teach you some sweet ping-pong moves.”

Peter smirks. “Maybe I should get Rhodey to show me so I don’t throw out my back.”

“Nah, you don’t want him either,” Tony says, waving his hand dismissively. “I might have thrown out my back, but he ended up with a concussion.”

Peter blinks at him. “What kind of ping-pong games did you play?”

Tony locks eyes with him. “Ball is life, kid.”

The surgery itself goes as well as can be expected. Peter wakes up groggy and disoriented, with three new metal pins inside his ankle and a bright red cast around the outside. Bruce feeds him ice chips, and Tony video calls May from his Starkpad so she can fuss over her nephew a bit from Denver. Peter silently marvels at how this ridiculous life he leads has somehow brought him to the point where Iron Man and the Hulk are functioning as his postoperative caretakers.

Then his thoughts are derailed when he suddenly throws up bile all over the bedsheets and Tony’s tablet.

“It’s okay, Peter,” Bruce assures the thoroughly humiliated boy—who is now clutching a pink plastic basin to his chest as if his life depends on it—as he helps the nurse to strip the bed. “Nausea is a really common side effect of the anesthesia, and especially considering how much you had to be under for your metabolism, this is to be expected.”

Standing off to the side, wiping the tablet down with disposable disinfectant wipes, Tony huffs. “I mean if you knew that, Bruce, you could have warned me…”

Whether the antiemetics the doctors give Peter do their job or simply knock him out through the worst of the nausea, Peter will never know. But when he wakes again a few hours later, life is significantly better.

He’s released from Medical the next morning and Tony brings him back to the compound to finish recovering in his own room. The cast comes off Sunday morning and Peter’s good as new.

Late Sunday afternoon, Tony drops Peter back off at his apartment—Happy tailing along behind in a much shinier, undented, and heavily upgraded Ford Focus—and thanks May for loaning him her vehicle before asking permission to use their restroom.

Emerging from the bathroom a few minutes later, Tony ruffles Peter’s hair and tells the kid to take it easy before driving off again.

When Peter goes to take a shower later that night, he finds the floor of the tub covered in adhesive non-slip rubber duck decals.

(Yeah, Peter’s never gonna live this one down.)

Fic Masterlist

For more Tony helping Peter out sticky of situations, try:

You Broke Tony

The Five Times Peter Denies an Illness or Injury + the One Time He Doesn’t

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manrocket-mo · 6 years ago

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working for the bruins and it being kinda awkward and tense between you and mo after they loose to boston in game 7?

THIS PROMPT, OH MY GOODNESS. Hope I did it justice with the angst.

The entire series, the entire season, the entire time you worked for the Bruins you never imagined it would end like this. Sure, the Leafs had faced the Bruins three times in the playoffs since 2013 but what were the chances it would happen again.

You were so stupid.

You should’ve known you had been tempting fate the entire time.

You should’ve thought better and more level-headed when Morgan told you that no matter what, it’d be fine no matter the outcome.

You should’ve had an actual conversation about this.

And when that final buzzer sounded, you jumped up with your co-workers, who were just as tired as you were, broken down, celebrating in pure elation and relief and ran onto the ice not even for one second thinking of Morgan until you watched as he hung his head as the Bruins celebrated. You couldn’t react fast enough and he lifted his head just in time to catch you, pure joy, smile radiating bright enough to light TD Garden on its own.

Your heart thudded to a stop in your chest and shattered into millions of pieces. Your boyfriend, who had been so supportive hundreds of miles away, who visited you when he could, who flew you out when you could, who encouraged you to chase every single one your dreams just saw his childhood dream crumble right before his eyes at the expense of your own happiness.

You didn’t even have time to throw him a glance of pity before you were pulled away by the PR staff directing you to capture Tuukka’s celebration for social. When you had finally found a second to glance over your shoulder, his eyes dropped down, his head shaking.

“Y/N, focus!” your co-worker yelled at you, running off to oversee the interviews taking place by the benches. And you had no choice but return to work.

By the time you had finished up and returned to the locker rooms for post-game, your co-worker had already claimed B’s coverage and you had no choice but to return to your offices but not before being stopped by a barrage of Leafs returning to their bus.

You stopped out of courtesy and just maybe to catch a glimpse of Mo before he had to return to his hotel and you got what you wished for.

None of your friends even acknowledged you or looked at you despite being a part of the Leafs family the three years you had been with Morgan and that you understood. What you couldn’t understand was Jake audibly telling Morgan that you were standing there and Morgan shrugging his shoulders and walking by you like you were invisible.

Your heart broke and your breath halted, your blood running cold in your veins. It hurt you.

You moved, your feet carrying you so that you walked in stride alongside your boyfriend of three years.

“Mo,” you whispered only loud enough that he and Jake could hear it so as to not get in trouble. You watched as Jake lifted his head to look at his best friend who walked stoically between you two.

You huffed readjusting your heavy bag on your shoulders which wasn’t helping much with the pace you had to keep.

“Morgan, are you going to even look at her?” Jake asked firmly as he took in your struggle. Morgan didn’t even bat an eyelash, continuing to stare at his feet as he beelined for the bus. That was until Jake had anything to do with it and shoved Morgan just enough for him to collide with you, causing you to drop your bag and thankfully, not your laptop.

“Dude!” Mo yells in frustration, causing busy eyes around you to float toward where the three of you were standing.

Your heart sinks in your chest and your stomach falls when he barely even looked at you, instead glaring at his best friend before taking off.

“Fuck,” you mumble, your hand quickly swatting at the tears that were inevitably coming. You bend down to gather your things when Jake’s hands join yours.

“Jake, you don’t have to—“

“You don’t deserve this, Y/N.” He gathered your media guide, notebooks and pens and shoved them back into your bag.

“Jake, you’ve had a long day, don’t worry about me.” You stand up and pull the strap over your shoulder before you take off, practically running for the privacy of your office.

Once in your space with the door closed behind you, you slide down, your laptop gently falling along your bag onto the carpeted floor. You pull your legs to your chest and try to regulate your breathing. Your mind was racing. Your heart pounding. Your ears were ringing.

“Fuck,” you cursed, trying to count to ten. “One,” breathe. “Two,” breathe.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and before you could even reach three, you’re thrown off again, this time by a message from Jake:

He’s talking to you tonight. I don’t fucking care. We’re still at the Ritz. Come whenever you’re done at work. I’m not letting him do this to you.

You throw your head back in frustration hitting the solid wood door but you don’t even care. You don’t know how you’re going to deal with this at all.

“Fuck,” you curse again and begin scrambling when you hear the feet of others that share your office suite and realize you have quite a bit of work left before you could even think of leaving. You swipe at the tears that fell from your eyes and try your best to look put together while feeling anything but.

Your fingers type shakily, your brain going into overdrive as you tried to process what it was you were tweeting while you tried to calm and distract yourself at the same time.

The quiet knock at your door goes unnoticed with your noise cancelling headphones drowning out all possible distractions until a hand claps on your shoulder causing you to audibly gasp and jump.

“Hey, how’re you doing? Almost done?” your flirty co-worker asks, a grin spreading across his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Just wrapping up.”

“You wanna get outta here? A lot of us are going out to celebrate.”

You shrink away from him closing your laptop and standing up to create as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“I have something I have to take care of.” You begin to stuff your backpack with your belongings not even bothering to keep polite eye contact.

“At 10:45 at night?” he points out.

You shake your head. “I just gotta go, Ryan. I—“ you don’t even hesitate moving past him and holding your door open for him to leave, locking up and turning on your heel before he could even come up with some retort.

You practically run to your car, leaning your head back against the seat rest as soon as you lock the door behind you. Your eyes fall close and a tear escapes.

Before you could talk yourself down and head home, you put your car into drive and pull out into traffic in the direction of the Leafs’ hotel.

I’m parking, you text Jake.

You sit in your car for a moment, dreading every second of what is to come.

It had never been this bad with Morgan. Everything had always been easy. You had gotten into arguments before but it was always resolved at the end of the day when he crawled into bed with you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, whispered an apology. If this wasn’t resolved, who knew what was to come? He wasn’t going to be here with you come sunrise. You didn’t have much time.

Your time was cut even shorter when you spotted Morgan waiting for you in the lobby. He didn’t even wait for you to come to him. He didn’t want to.

Your arms wrap around yourself, holding yourself together.

When you approach him, you get nothing but a cold, empty stare.

“Hey,” you greet, coming to a stop in front of where he sat on a one seat chair in the shadows of the lobby.

“Hi.” You stood there awkwardly before turning around and slowly lowering yourself to the coffee table behind you, your knees pressed up against Morgan’s.

You sigh, breathing coming more difficult that you could even imagine.

“Talk to me,” you beg trying to grab his hands out of his lap. You needed to feel him, his warmth to know that you were going to be okay. Your heart only breaks even more when he pulls his hands away from you and he leans back in the chair.

“What is there to talk about?” he questions stubbornly, his blue eyes nothing but harsh when they take your desperation in.

And suddenly you’re angry about his passiveness. “So what? This is it? You don’t want to look at me? Talk to me anymore? My touch is so disgusting that you have to move away?” You could feel the angry tears touch your cheeks, leave their trail.

“You don’t want to see me anymore because of a fucking loss that I had nothing to do with? Something you said wouldn’t bother you, wouldn’t hinder us.” You wanted to inflict pain on him, the same kind of pain he was inflicting on you. “You coward.”

That got him. That hit him. The fire ignited in his eyes and he leaned forward and laughs.

“You think this is funny? Morgan, I haven’t slept well in weeks. I haven’t felt normal and unstressed and for once, for a split second I was happy and you—“

“You’re stressed?” Morgan cut you off. “You don’t know what that’s like.”

You drop your gaze from Morgan’s and shake your head, wiping the tears away. You couldn’t get to him. You didn’t know this man.

“I didn’t expect you to be happy. I just wanted you to be proud,” you whisper quietly, breaking. “I’m—I’m going home,” you sigh, having given up. You stand to leave without looking at him but you couldn’t help it. You take one last look at Morgan who had returned his attention to the phone in his hand.

“So you don’t want to see me? Don’t want me in Vancouver with you this summer?” You couldn’t help the defeat in your voice. Everything about you was beaten down.

You watched as Morgan’s face contorted with something, his eyebrows pulling together although he doesn’t look away from the screen in his hand.

“I don’t know… what I do know is that I have a flight to catch tomorrow and loose ends to tie up in Toronto so I should get going.” You flinched as he got up abruptly and brushed past you, his hand gently falling along your forearm in the process to stabilize you. You closed your eyes as his fingers lingered, though you were sure you imagined it as an act of self-preservation.

The walk back to your car was a cold and lonely one despite your warm coat, Morgan’s old scarf wrapped around you and the pitying look Jake shot you as you found your way back home.

It had been four days and two home games since you had any contact with Morgan. To say you were exhausted was an absolute understatement, between long days and long nights spent tossing and turning with nothing but blonde hair and blue eyes on your mind and in your dreams. If it wasn’t for coffee and melatonin, you weren’t sure how you would’ve survived.

So when the time came to leave early and return home following a long media session before the team took to the road, you were ready to just hide in your sheets not to see the light of day until absolutely necessary.

However, as luck had it, that wasn’t going to happen.

You spotted your kitchen light lit from your window and the idea creeping in the back of your mind sent your heart racing. Surely you had turned it off before you left for the rink that morning but you weren’t sure of anything anymore. Your hand shook as you unlocked your front door, your heart racing in your chest.

You creeped in quietly, not ready for any confrontation but bracing yourself for whatever was to come, stranger be damned. You had gone through enough these past few days that a break in would just be something added to the list.

Suddenly strong arms wrap around you and before you could scream and fight, you feel. You sink into the feeling of familiarity, of being welcomed home. You would know this feeling anywhere in the world. You would always know him.

You couldn’t help the sob that escapes your lips as he holds you there in the foyer of your tiny Boston apartment. Your arms drop everything you’re holding and clutch onto him.

Despite everything that had happened, you needed him.

“Please forgive me,” he begs, his lips pressing to the crown of your head as he holds you to his chest. You bury your face in his hoodie and let the frustrations of the last few days pour out, your glass finally emptied, your bubble burst. “I was so stupid, so selfish to do that to you. I’m so proud of you, baby girl and I let myself make you think otherwise.”

You try to regulate your breathing, just like you had done so much recently but this time, Morgan’s hand rubbing gently circles on the skin at the base of your neck helps immensely and your breaths even out in a matter of seconds.

“I will never forgive myself,” he vows. “I may be upset with myself for not leading the team—but this… this is unforgivable. I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again.”

You breathe in and out. “There will never be a day that passes that I don’t want to see you, that I don’t want you by side,” you answer truthfully. “These past few days have been hell for me and for you. I just want you to hold me… please.”

“I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.” He pulls back and takes the purse that was half hanging off your shoulder and your bag that was in the floor and moved it aside before pulling you back into his side and leading you into your apartment.

“Go get changed, baby girl,” he suggests, gently. “I’ll be right here.” And you do, washing your face of the makeup and impurities of the day, shrugging into the pair of joggers and Morgan’s comfy crew neck that he left out for you.

When you pad back to your living room, Morgan was just setting down a cup of tea on your coffee table. He looks to you and for the first time you take him in, tired and drained, the bag under his eyes bruised with exhaustion.

He takes a seat and holds his arms open to you and you oblige, straddling him and your arms encircling him as your head falls on his shoulder. He drapes a blanket over you both and holds you to his chest. You press your nose into his neck and let yourself give in and for the first time in almost a week, completely unwind.

“I love you,” he whispers against your forehead.

“I love you, too, Morgan,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Morgan’s hand finds the back of your neck and gently guides you back and you sit up in his lap. His fingers gently trace your features as you watch him lovingly. His thumb follow the curve of your lips and when they reach the dark circles under your eyes, he frowns deeply.

“I caused that,” he says so softly yet harshly that you’re not so sure you hear it. “I’m so fucking stupid.”

Your hand grasps his in yours and you bring it down and kiss his palm.

“You had so much on your shoulders that it finally caved in on you. You can’t do this on your own, Mo and I wish that I could’ve been there for you. I’m so proud of you and everything you are. That loss does not define you, it doesn’t define that team. I’m proud of you. You are the heart and soul of that team.” You trace along his palm and when you look back to him, his eyes are burning into yours, suddenly a deep ocean rather than a clear sky.

His hands gently grasp your face in his and pull you to him, his lips molding around yours for the first time in weeks, his sweet taste in your tongue and all around you.

He pulls back suddenly. “And for the record, I am so proud of you. I am happy for you… Even though you look better in Leafs blue,” he teases, grin lopsided. And that’s your boy. He’s back and with you and all around you.

You can’t help but press your lips to his again but pull back much to his displeasure.

“So you do want me back with you in Vancouver?” you ask, teasing him, making him wait.

He smiles at you brightly. “Who needs to wait for Vancouver when I’ll be here cheering you on here in Boston.”

He pulls you back to him, your head resting on his shoulder, his arms rubbing up the skin of your back, comfortingly.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder and you know, that come the morning, everything will be more than okay.

MO SOFT/THIRST NIGHT! (cont’d)

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kyouxa · 6 years ago

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Ayato Sakamaki (Story 15)

Monologue

We’ve been resting overnight, so we could head to the church on schedule.

Subaru-kun, who couldn’t wake up yet, had no choice but to stay in the cave.

I walked while praying to be able to return home soon, and we finally reached the forest —

end Monologue

Place: Outside — Forest

Ayato: We’re almost at the church.

Yui: I think so too.

Ayato: I remember, when I went to the church to steal you away from the other families.

Yui: I see... At that time, Ayato-kun came to the church too, right?

If I think about it now, if Ayato-kun didn’t steal me from there, your memories may have never returned.

Because of that, I was able to see Ayato-kun again. Thank you.

Ayato: Yes. ... Hm, wait. Weren’t you, trying to run away from me at that time?

Yui: Uhm, that wasn’t...

Ayato: You always tried to escape from me, it’s only naturally for you Chichinashi.

Yui: B-Because at that time you still had strange memories... !

Ayato: That’s such a rude thing to say, you haven’t even apologized for your rude behavior, have you?

Yui: Oh, I'm sorry. I won’t run away from Ayato-kun anymore.

Ayato: That's right. If I say that I'm happy with you, I don’t only mean your blood.

Yui: My blood ... but now we’re heading to the church, there might be other vampires too...

Ayato: Well then, it’s all right, isn’t it?

You need to prepare to return to our usual daily life in our mansion anyway.

Yui: (Ugh! That’s right...)

Reiji: You guys, we’ll get to the church soon. Let's take a close look of everything around us.

Yui: Y-Yes!

Shu: Reiji, after arriving at the church...

Reiji: Yes, even if it turns out that there’s a place where magic gathers, it’s just a lack on information.

We have to carefully think about what to do from there.

Shu: Ah, yes...ngh

Ayato: Hey, man. Why did you stop walking?

Yui: Shu-san? What’s wrong?

Shu: Be quiet.

*footsteps approach*

Carla: Eve, I know you’re here. Come out.

Ayato: Why are you here in such a place!

Kou: We heard that Eve escaped while we had a reconnaissance around the Orange mansion~

Azusa: Thats why, we went to the woods... to look for her...

Kou: Did you hate Ruki so much? Then come and join our family. Yeah I'll even welcome you!

Shu: How did you know that we’ll appear here?

Carla: In this narrowed land, the places to go are pretty limited.

That’s why, I made a prediction that I should go to the awaken place, the church.

Ayato: Tch, his timing’s bad, this damn scarf dude! ...But, what should we do?

Shu: We were idiots.

Yui: (How can we, get rid of them without fighting them? Is there a way to just escape from them?)

Reiji: We’ll change the strategy. Ayato, take her and head to the church.

Yui: Huh!?

Ayato: ...Ngh!

Reiji: Didn’t you hear? Take her and run to the church, we‘ll meet there.

And if you find something out of the garden there, use it without hesitation.

But, if there’s nothing ... promise me to break down the church.

Ayato: You, yesterday you told me that you can’t leave it to me!

Shu: This is an operation change. You can only go to church because Reiji and I will stop them.

*Shu grabs sword*

Reiji: Exactly. I have faith in you, Ayato.

*Reiji grabs sword*

Yui: Shu-san! Reiji-san!

(They’re really going to fight them—!)

Ayato: Don’t fool me, I can’t decide things on my own! I won’t go, I can’t do that!

You’re the smart guy so why aren’t you doing it!?

Reiji: To be honest, I don't really want to leave it to you.

Ayato: ...Ngh!

Reiji: However, in this situation, there is no way but to entrust someone with his possibilities.

I analyzed the situation, it only can be you and there’s nothing to complain about.

Ayato: What!? What are you saying, why did you change your mind now!?

Reiji: Because of your yesterday‘s talk with her.

Ayato: ...Ngh

Yui: (Oh, yes I was talking to him yesterday... Seems like Reiji-san was also listening.)

Reiji: Come on, we’ll meet at the church again now run, hurry up!

Shu: Don't stop running, we’ll stop them!

Yui: (Reiji and Shu both recognize Ayato-kun's strength...)

Ayato-kun!

Ayato: ...I understand, I won’t disappoint you!

Let’s go, quickly! We’ll run to the church at once!

Yui: Yes!

Ayato: I’ll get to manage it somehow! If I won’t, it’s not possible for me to face Reiji ever again.

Yui: Yeah, that's right! We’re also doing this for Reiji and Shu-san who believed in Ayato!

Place: Outside — Church

Yui: Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah

Ayato: Hah..., Hah...

Yui: Are you okay Ayato-kun? Hah, Hah

Ayato: Hah..., Yes, I’m doing fine. Are you alright too?

Yui: Y-Yes, Hah, I‘m just, out of breath.

Ayato: Okay, let's look for something interesting. We can’t waste time when Reiji’s fighting outside.

Yui: That’s right. But, what are we looking for?

Ayato: Lets see. Something like a device or a button that seems to make us escape?

*papers rustling*

Yui: Maybe, it also could be a door or a container that holds the magic, right?

Ayato: The more we look, the more we’ll get to know. There should be nothing wrong with that, right?

Choices depend on Status

1) — Break something

2) — Is it okay if I’d pray here?

— Break something

Yui: After all, if we have to release the magic that keeps this world alive, I think we have to break something.

Ayato: Aah, that might be true.

We got this far not to give up that easily...

Anyway, let’s split up and look if we can find any information.

— Is it okay if I’d pray here?

Yui: Should I pray? Because it is a church ...

Ayato: What are you talking about? We don’t need an Amen right now

Yui: No, it’s different

Ayato: Even if you get lost this way, it's okay ...

end Choices (black chess)

Ayato: Anyway, let’s split up and look if we can find any information.

Breaking it is our last resort! Reiji was the one who said that if we can’t find any information.

Yui: Yeah. If we search properly, there may be something!

(But what should I look for specifically?)

(Is it really possible to find useful information in this place?)

*papers rustling*

Ayato: Ugh. Nothing useful.

Yui: It seems that there is no information

Ayato: Ah, we just need to search more for it.

Yui: (Let's do it .. ... although Reiji and Shu are doing their best outside)

(If violet goes crazy at them, they might be in danger. If we don't hurry up, they might —!)

Ayato-kun, If we can’t find anything, it's dangerous to leave them fighting on their own outside...

Ayato: I know, it’s just not easy! But if we can’t find anything now it probably won’t change!

Shit, why isn’t here anything... there’s nothing useful!

Yui: (Yeah, I understand that he’s getting impatient. But I can’t...)

*door slams*

Yui: Huh!

Ayato: —Ngh!

Carla: What are you doing, Eve?

Yui: Carla-san! Why, Why are you here!?

Ayato: Hey! Tell me what happened to Reiji and Shu!

Carla: Kou and Azusa are the opponents of those two. But, they won’t survive long with those wounds.

Yui: What...? What did you do to them both!?

Carla: They’re going to be fine as long as you obey me. Come on, Eve. Come to me, come here and make the king already.

*Carla comes closer*

Ayato: Don‘t try to touch her!

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Ayato: This way! We‘re not getting caught that easily!

Carla: Running is useless. You can‘t escape from this situation anymore.

Yui: (What should I do ... if we go this way, he’ll catch us —!)

Ayato: Damnit!

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Ayato: I‘m not giving up yet

Yui: Huh... what will you do?

Ayato: Breaking it down. One hit with my fist and the floor would immediately break since it’s made of glass —!

Yui: What!

Ayato: There’s no other way anymore, I need to break it down now —!

Aaaaaaaaah!

Yui: (Ayato-kun really hit the glass floor with his fist—!)

*eartquack*

Yui: The floor... falls off—

Ayato: Agh, that's not good. Walls and roofs are beginning to crumble.

It looks like the this entire world has begun to collapse.

Yui: ...Agh

*Ayato hugs Yui*

Ayato: Yui

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Ayato: Everything’s starting to break down. Whatever will happen, I won't let you go.

Yui: (I don't know what to do anymore, but we can only hug each other and just watch the church collapse ...)

*weird noise*

Yui: (I and Ayato-kun are wrapped in this unknown light ...)

(No more ... worrying, about anything ... thats... okay...)

↳ Labyrinth END

Choices depend on Status

1) — Break something

2) — Is it okay if I’d pray here?

— Break something

Yui: After all, if we have to release the magic that keeps this world alive, I think we have to break something.

Ayato: Aah, that might be true.

We got this far not to give up that easily...

— Is it okay if I’d pray here?

Yui: Should I pray? Because it is a church ...

Ayato: What are you talking about? We don’t need an Amen right now

Yui: No, it’s different

Ayato: Even if we got that far, it's okay ...

end Choices (white chess)

Yui: — but if here’s nothing, we should destroy the church... That’s what Reiji told us.

Ayato: Kinda. — But, are you sure we should do it?

Yui: Huh?

Ayato: If we’d break the church, this whole world will collapse. That’s at least what I think will happen.

It’s just my opinion, but are you sure it’s okay if we destroy it?

But what if another guy would come here and get the unknown information before us?

Whatever we do, we might end up being separated.

Yui: Ayato-kun...

(Reiji told you, if you didn't know what would happen next you should destroy the church)

(Because I am a human being, I can imagine this world falling apart from its normal conditions...)

(But if we don’t do anything, nothing will change. So what should we do?)

Ayato: ... I’m sorry for being so forceful with an answer.

Yui: Huh?

Ayato: You look so worried. I promised you already, I’ll protect you whatever will happen.

Yui: (His powerful and calming voice. His arms are hugging me and his words are as warm as always)

*Yui hugs Ayato*

Ayato: I thought that I’d be fine as long as I’m alone. That I could live like I wanted.

I couldn’t say what I wanted to say, I thought I’d be fine as longest as I’m the best.

But now, I have something important to me. Something, I want to protect no matter what comes between us.

Yui: (Ayato-kun looks at me with those gentle eyes. An important thing, I think he means me)

Ayato: If I choose the wrong thing to do, then I might lose this important thing.

But now, there are people who believe in me. I don’t want to disappoint them at any point anymore.

Yui: Whatever will happen I love this Ayato-kun right now. I will love and treasure you, even if I can’t be with you anymore.

So we can’t give up now. We both, will save everyone with Ayato-kun’s strength.

Ayato: Idiot. You always decide things on your own.

You'll would have way less trouble if you could live without me.

Yui: That’s wrong! You never caused trouble for me...

Ayato: It's okay, I was just joking. So, don't worry about it.

You will always be by my side, right?

Yui: (Oh, this is the usual bullish Ayato)

(I love him so much, no wonder I fell for you Ayato-kun ...)

Yes. Let’s go. Ayato-kun let’s destroy the church!

*Ayato let’s Yui go*

Ayato: Yea. You should step aside a little.

Yui: Ayato-kun?

*Yui steps aside*

Ayato: So, this floor is made of glass, right?

Yui: Yes, it looks like it.

(He’s roughly stepping on the glass floor of the church ...)

Ayato: No matter what I do, I follow the path I chose. Don't go anywhere on your own.

I'm ready to bear everything on my back, and go ahead!

Yui: Ayato-kun... !

Ayato: Aaaaaaaaahh!!

*glass shatters*

Yui: ...Ngh!

The glass floor... it’s broken... !

Ayato: That’s it! I finally managed to break it!

Yui: That... light, just now...

*earthquack*

Yui: ...Ngh... this light, it’s so bright. Ayato-kun, this is it!

Ayato: Agh, don’t tell me it didn’t worked... !

Hey, hold into me! ...Ngh!

↳ Euphoria END

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 5 years ago

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APH England Headcanon: On Top of the World

Hey look another song headcanon. Idk why I get so much inspiration from songs but here it is. Long, Long, Long, Long, Long Post Warning (I went into detail here so... you’re warned)

Basically a look at this song (On Top of the World by Greek Fire, not Imagine Dragons, one of my favorites, please listen) through England’s eyes, because I think it really fits him, mostly discussing his imperial times (colonies, America, all that fun stuff):

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Ok so: Imperial England, in my headcanon, is a Sly Old Bastard exactly the way China is/was at his height. And this post is going to be focusing on England’s sly, cunning nature and weaknesses (?) he might have felt at the height of the British Empire. Most of the song is reminiscing (“I remember”...), so it could also be when England’s empire has crumbled and he’s wondering how it all went down.

Anyway, first couple lyrics are just “on top of the world/on top of it all/trying to feel invincible”, the refrain that goes on throughout the song. I guess it just kinda sets the scene, I think as his empire got larger and larger, and as England got more and more colonies, he would become somewhat aware that all the things he’d been building, the states/lands he’d been conquering, would crumble one day, and then his empire would be no more (trying to feel invincible).

Slight Digression: Britain was a Roman province, however the whole of the British Isles were never quite subdued by military conquests, and I think England would have existed at the time and would be resisting the Romans with his mother Britannia (even though I think Scotland was the one left unconquered, although they were defeated in battle lots of times, England would not have willingly surrendered either). Therefore, he would also witness the fall of Rome, and carry with him the knowledge that all empires fall, no matter how great they are or how much land they have. So this would also factor into his state of mind of inevitability I guess (I was thinking of insecureness but that’s not fitting, England is too egotistical to be insecure imo) that his empire will end one day, and the least he can do is to enjoy (?) or pay attention to how it feels to rule while it lasts

Ok anyway: “I remember the nights/Caught up in dreaming my goodbyes/Watching the door for anything more than an ordinary life"

I have no explanation, maybe this was when he was first starting out as a country or when he was starting to grow his empire, when things used to be ordinary for him maybe? Idk what it means about dreaming goodbyes but rationale is: he somehow has a premonition that his empire will die someday? Actually wait, even better is that he’s saying goodbye to Britannia, who is dying, and perhaps deciding to build something great in her legacy? As a tribute (and also maybe a fuck you to Rome) to her, he wants her legacy to be “my son(s) did something great” rather than to be a forgotten woman to history. I interpret the next line as England perhaps being excited about the prospect of his growing empire, excited about leading, conquering. I think during imperial times he had the same god-complex America does; the US often markets itself as “doing good” for the world (eg. Ridding Communist Scum !!!) which, although it may actually be disastrous, is usually seen as “right” in some way (I have major issues w/ US politics as you can see but let’s not talk about that). So the wishing for a better, more exciting life might just be his wish to “make the world more civilized, more British, more gentlemanly” etc.

Next: “I remember the days/New beginnings on an open page/With something to prove/ And nothing to lose, not a soul to betray”

I think this could be about his relationship with young America as the 13 colonies, before the American Revolution. I believe (correct me if wrong) most of the Age of Imperialism, when England, France, Germany etc. started scrambling for land was in the 1800s, and so I think America was like England’s test run colony, and therefore the first person he really had to “care for” as a brother and a child. He didn’t have anything to lose with America, all he could do is build a relationship with this small country and open his heart to friendship and love from America. I don’t think England was as uptight about stuff then and America was his test run, his “new beginning” if he messed stuff up at home (idk if he really did though). He didn’t have any “history” or previous relationship with America before they became like a father/son duo, so he didn’t have to worry about damaging a previous friendship with him (”nothing to lose” by getting to know him).

Side note: I think America’s independence sort of broke England, and I definitely agree with @hongkongenthusiast ‘s hc that England distanced himself from his other colonies because he didn’t want what happened with America to happen again.

Next: “Here I am/Living a dream that I can’t hold/Here I am/On my own”

So this just kinda speaks to England’s loneliness ig. He’s literally living the dream: power, colonies, wealth, everything, but he still has the premonition/wisdom (?) to see that it won’t last (“...that I can’t hold”). He won’t be king of the world forever. He’s also up on a pedestal. I think after the Age of Imperialism England owned the most colonies (I think France is a close second), and like America with his modern-day “police of the world” status, I think lots of people knew about and admired/were jealous of England’s power (maybe they didn’t “look up” to him, but I think they certainly wanted his power for themselves), and being without an equal can make it feel pretty lonely at the top of the food chain.

Next part is the refrain, the new lyrics after that are: “I remember the lies/Caught up in building paradise/The angels were slaves and demons behaved/And everything was alright”

This could represent the propaganda England fed to his people at home to make them support colonization. I don’t think it would’ve taken much convincing, because of the “white men superiority” idea that were colonizers’ way of justifying colonialism and imperialism (actually called White Man’s Burden). However, even though that idea was prevalent, there are still historical propaganda pieces that glorify colonization; one example is called “ABC for Baby Patriots” (full text in link). It basically convinces people colonizing is good for the mother country, and I’d like to think England also told his people that to make them support it (“I remember the lies”). I don’t know how physically old England the character would be, but if he was still young and maybe not as cynical (unlikely but still possible), he could tell these “lies” to himself as well to justify his actions. I mentioned earlier about him wanting to make a better world by introducing British ways to his colonies, and maybe that was the version of “paradise” he envisioned. The last two lines strike me as a flip-flopped world where the bad are free and the good are punished, so maybe idk that was the actual situation, where England’s colonies were suffering instead of being helped, like he thought? Anyway this is getting into kinda political ugly history so...

Next! “I hear the crowds beneath me/I'm wishing they could reach me/But I'm on top of the world/Up here I'm dying alone”

Not really any analysis here, just another example of England being lonely ig as the leader of the imperial world. I feel like this part can be summed up in a more positive light by this

Next: “Inside the walls of gold/Outside of happiness/(It's all been a show, too late to confess)/No room for heart and soul/No room for innocence/Innocence”

To me, this is England reminiscing when he still had compassion and when he was young. I feel like nations, like humans, get more cynical as they age; they stop seeing good in the world and start just seeing people as things they can manipulate, pawns on a chessboard who can achieve their own interest. In the context of England’s imperialism, this is basically him thinking back and thinking what have I done. Maybe he finally acknowledged negative impacts of his colonization, and wishes he could go back to the days where he was just a small nation, minding his own people, instead of forging an empire that stretched across continents. I guess the whole imperial episode is: “I thought this was a good idea, I thought it would bring me happiness and glory, I thought I could make the world better, but instead, it only showed me the worst in people, and the worst in me”. Idk, I still don’t know if imperial England deserves compassion (Aftereffects of colonization are still being felt today, eg. when original India was split by Britain into India and Pakistan. Britain never clearly specified the India-Pakistan border, and that led to a whole lot of wars and shit and people are still fucking tense about this to this day) But I guess this song and my consequential thinking about it gives him a bit of humanity in spite of his Sly Old Man status?

Ok that’s it! You’ve made it to the end of this long-ass post! I’m so conflicted about England’s character now! I’ve literally disliked him so much ever since I joined the fandom (I also don’t really like FACE fam in general) but bruh my head just warps canon so it’s more palatable for me I guess hhhh. What do y’all think? Feedback Appreciated!

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loki-sun · 6 years ago

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Some Scott & Peter being roommates headcanons

A while I ago I stumbled upon a post or something which implied that Scott and Peter shared a room together after Apocalypse and I've thought that needed to be explored a tad. This almost turned into a fic whoa

Their first meeting after the whole Cairo and apocalypse crisis is less than stellar

When the mansion’s finally ready for students to move back in, Scott’s given his own room. Again, which pleases him. The company of other mutants doesn’t bother him, Jean, Kurt, Jubes even the newcomer Ororo, they’re all nice and great, but he prefers having a place he can call his own.

A day after that when he and Jean go for a walk she tells him she now shares a room with Jubilee and that it’s kinda cool she now has someone, so she’s not completely isolated, but she’s still afraid she’ll unintentionally hurt her in her sleep or something.

Scott playfully boasts that he still managed to keep his own room.

That doesn’t last long

That same afternoon there’s a knock on his door.

It’s the silver haired guy; the exact same one who saved almost everyone from the explosion.

At first he doesn’t say anything, just watches him coolly, leaning against the doorframe.

Scott’s a man of action “Yeah?” “Summers?” “That’s me.” In a millisecond the seriousness disappears from the guy’s face and all of a sudden he’s standing in the middle of Scott’s room, buzzing around and he reminds Scott of some kind of a bumblebee that took a dip in a jar of silver color.

The silver guy scans the room “Kinda boring but it’ll do.” He points at the tidy desk by the window “You’ll need to move that tho, I’m gonna have my bed there.” “I’m sorry, who are you?” Scott rebukes at the stranger wandering in his room like he owns the place “And what are you doing in my room?” “Peter Maximoff.” The guy suddenly appears in front of him, a strange glint in his eyes “and I think you mean, ‘our room’.” “What?!” “Oh, I’m guessing Charlie didn’t tell you? Oh, this is awkward.” “Told me what?” Peter smirks “We’re roomies from now on.” Something inside Scott promptly dies.

Scott goes to talk to Charles about it, who tells him that Peter, while no longer being a student, will be staying at the mansion and join their X-Men team. There’s a shortage of free rooms but Charles is sure that Scott doesn’t have a problem with giving half of his to Peter.

Scott, in fact, has a problem, but Charles doesn’t need to know that.

When he returns to their room, he notices Peter has already set up his stuff and oh hello, there’s even a bed there and a few video game arcades where his desk and sofa used to be.

At first Scott’s semi okay with it, because Peter seems like a good dude.

“So, Summers, I’ve noticed that you don’t talk much, huh? That’s OK; I talk enough for two people.” Scott mentally groans. This will not end well.

He’s right.

He soon finds out that Peter, fucking Peter, doesn’t sleep much or at all. He can go days without even a little nap and while Peter’s totally okay, Scott’s bags under his eyes have bags because the speedy asshole is just not quiet throughout the night. He’s either loudly munching on food, listening to music at top volume, playing videogames, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor, shuffling around….he’s. not. Still. At. All. Jean and others notice Scott’s exhausted appearance of course. “So, what’s like to bunk with Peter?” “I’m more likely to catch a unicorn than a good night’s sleep.” “That bad?” “I lost my peace, most of my room and my ability to sleep at night. What do you think?”

Jean suggests him to talk to Peter about this issue.

He takes her advice. Peter doesn’t really get it.

“Remember sleeping? Sleeping was nice.” Scott says to him when he comes back to their room ”Perhaps you should try it. When’s the last time you slept?” “When was the last time I slept? Well, let’s see…it’s a Thursday…so…” “Today’s Monday.” “Today’s a what?!” Oh boy.

Unfortunately, despite Scott’s best tries, It doesn’t go well at all. In fact, it all goes downhill from that point on.

A few days later Peter, high on energy, takes a good look at Scott, who’s barely standing on his own feet. “Jesus, what happened to you?” “You did.”

Another thing Scott soon learns about Peter. He was right. He. Never. Shuts. Up. Seriously. He’s always muttering about something, singing along to a song, talking to himself, chuckling while reading a comic book…Scott feels a volcano of anger inside him ready to erupt. “Do you ever shut up?” “Do you ever say anything besides asking me to shup up?” Peter shoots back “Oh, sorry, I forgot that you’re shy.” “I’m not shy, I just don’t like talking to you.”

It all goes to hell from then on.

Scott’s annoyed with Peter and Peter’s annoyed because Scott’s annoyed with him.

“I went from having an entire basement to myself to having to share a room with a fucking baby!” “I was here first!”

They both ask Charles to give each of them their own room.

Charles refuses.

One day Scott’s sugar drops and all of a sudden the currently abandoned box of twinkies on Peter’s bed look curiously inviting.

It was the last straw.

“You bastard!” “I’m not going to pick a fight with you.” “Well, too bad because I’m picking one with you. Square up, dipshit, let’s get rowdy!”

“Asshole.”

”Dickhead.”

They use duct tape to evenly split the room in half. Peter even took the door. “How the fuck am I supposed to go out now?!” “I left you the window, use that! Be happy I didn’t take that as well.” “How generous of you.” “You know it.” “Seriously, you’re the human equivalent of those lumps that form in rancid milk.” “Wow, what the fuck Summers!? Rude?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be.”

The tension between them’s obvious and it comes to a point when Charles sits them down and asks them to at least pretend to stand each other for others’ sake.

They try but fail miserably. “You are a disgusting individual.” “I will not stand here and be lectured by a 12 year old.” “I’m 18.” “You’re literally a baby!”

“Hey you got an award in the mail.” “Really? Where’s it from?” “The National Council on Assholing. It says here you won Best Asshole of the year.” “...Why are you such an asshole? Do you like getting hit or something? Wait! Don’t answer that, I don’t wanna know.”

At one point even Raven asks Charles if putting the two of them together in the same room was a good idea. “They balance each other out. Trust me, Raven, they need this.

Turns out he’s right.

It takes a while but much, to everyone’s surprise, they mysteriously, somehow manage to work it out without killing each other in the process.

A few days later Scott’s studying for one of his exams and his pen dies. He realizes he left the rest of his pen stash in Jean’s room and isn’t feeling up to go get them. Peter nonchalantly gives him one of his own. True to his poor luck Scott breaks it. “Hey, um...I broke your pen. Sorry” “That’s okay – I stole it.” Peter doesn’t even look up from his comic book. Scott blinks. “...Why are you Like That?” “Look, I have superpowers. That’s not going to change. What else am I supposed to do with them, sit in our room and watch tv? Don’t judge me.” “...I’m not.” Peter finally looks up from his comic and takes in Scott’s disheveled appearance. “I take it studying isn’t going well?” A groan’s his only reply. “Dude chillax, you're more nervous over this stupid exam than when we were in Cairo. The fuck?” Scott sighs “If I have to choose between saving the world and passing my chemistry exam…the end of the world is bad and all, but McCoy is scary.” For the first time since moving in Peter laughs. Sincerely.

Scott fucks up then and accidentally hurts Peter’s feelings “You know, you kinda remind me of my brother.” “Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?” “Both.” Peter doesn’t take offense but just stares as Scott’s face crumbles. “Your brother?” “Alex.” Scott replies “You know, the one you left to die.” Scott doesn’t mean it literally, he knows Peter’s not responsible for Alex’s death, but his words cut the speedster like a knife. For the first time since he’s moved in, he’s quiet throughout the entire night. Scott doesn’t question it at first. He has an exam to study for.

Peter’s nowhere to be found in the morning. When he doesn’t show up for training, that’s when others take notice and become worried. Charles doesn’t seem to be though, but he’s sporting this sad smile and it’s not a good sign.

His disappearance bothers Scott more than it should because the room is suddenly too quiet, there’s no one to bother him. He keeps on waiting for a certain silver blur to come by but he. just. doesn’t.

During one of their many daily strolls around the mansion, Jean brings the topic of Peter up and asks him if perhaps he said something or done something that might suggest his whereabouts.

Initially, Scott shakes with head.

Until he finally realizes.

He feels like a dick.

Jean assures him he’ll probably return soon, but reprimands him anyway.

When it’s evening and Peter still doesn’t return Scott considers going to Charles, but just as he’s about to do it, there’s a knock on the door.

It’s Peter.

Scott is relieved and immediately starts apologizing. Peter tells him that it’s okay.

Peter actually sits down and apologizes for not arriving in time to save Alex.

It turns out Peter’s feeling extremely guilty over what happened to Scott’s brother.

Scott tells him that he doesn’t blame him and that there was nothing he could’ve done.

It takes a while for both of them to calm down after this emotional talk. Peter honestly appreciates Scott’s words.

“You’re not so bad Summers. You know, for a baby.” “You’re not so bad yourself Maximoff. For a grandpa.” “Oh, the hair, I get it.”

“So I take it you’ve missed me.” “Everyone’s been wondering where you were. They knew that if I’d killed you, I’d keep the body for display.” Peter snorts “As if you could catch me.”

“Sorry for fucking off by the way. I tend to do that sometimes.” “It’s okay. It was my fault anyway. Just...don’t do it again, okay.” “Can’t promise, but mmkay.”

Seeing Peter and Scott actually getting along for the first time since they became the X-Men is shocking. Jean’s a telepath so she kinda already knows why they’re suddenly on good terms. Kurt and Ororo are clueless. “Since when are you two buddies?” “We’re kindred spirits” “By which he means that we utterly disgust each other.” “Yeah.” “But you’re always bickering and fighting with him.” “Yes, and I would also die for him. Try to keep up, blueberry.”

They’re best buddies.

Peter soon figures out that Scott as this not so secret crush on Jean. He doesn’t bring it up though, waits for Scott to slip up or admit it out loud.

He does.

“Can you keep a secret?” “Sure, but why would I?” “I’ll ignore that.” “So, what is it?” “I...kind of like Jean.” “Dude, I thought you said it was a secret.” “Is it that obvious?” “You need to stop making googly-eyes at her all the time. It’s weird and frankly, kind of creepy.”

“Scott I need to tell you something as well.” “Go ahead.” “...Magneto is my father.” Peter blurts out “Just thought you should know.” Scott stares at first and then burst into a laugh, thinking it’s another joke. He stops when he sees Peter’s serious expression. “You’re not kidding.” “I’m definitely not kidding.” “...You know that explains so much about you.”

Peter is slightly scared Scott will turn on him again because Erik was kind of involved in Alex’s death.

Scott tells him again that Alex’s death was an unfortunate accident and he doesn’t blame either Magneto or Ororo for what happened. He also assures him that he doesn’t care who his father is.

Peter’s relieved.

“Also my nameisnotPeteritsactuallyPietro” “...What?”

“Let’s just say I’m not a ‘you must reach friendship level 5 to unlock my tragic backstory’ person. I’m more like ‘you have to reach friendship level 5 to know my real name’ type of a person.”

He prefers to be called Peter though so he asks Scott to keep that to himself.

Scott promises to keep it a secret.

Peter promises to help him win Jean’s heart.

Turns out he’s the best wingman Scott could ever have.

When they’re hanging out together, Peter mentions to Kurt that Scott has a crush on Jean and doesn’t know what to do. Kurt, ever the romantic, suggests him to write her a letter.

“Blueberry, no, JUST NO. Bad idea. He has the artistic ability of a short-sighted mongoose.” “Thanks Maximoff.”

Peter comes up with his own idea.

“What do you mean you hit on Jean for me, what the fuck Peter!?” “SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT SCOTT!”

Peter succeeds and Scott gets the girl.

“Ok, Pete, I’m going to have Jean over tomorrow night, so if you don’t mind-” Scott begins one day, weeks after their first date. “I don’t.” Peter winks “Ohhh I see where this is going.” “Don’t tell anyone, you know Xavier has rules and shit.” “I won’t IF you don’t tell him about my hidden stash of stolen sweets and the arcades.” “It’s a deal.”

“Just leave my bed alone. It’s a sacred place.”

Peter spends the night in Kurt’s room who finally starts to understand why Scott suffered from lack of sleep in their early days.

“Why exactly are you here?” “You’re too pure for this, blueberry.”

In the morning Peter decides he’s done enough waiting and barges in their room, waking up both Scott and Jean.

“Don’t you knock!?” “Considering it’s my room as well...generally, no.”

“I brought you two breakfast by the way.” “I, um…thanks.”Jean seemed to genuinely appreciate his gesture. “It’s no trouble at all! Well, as long as you don’t make noises swallowing that the same way you did last night.” “PETER!” “dO YOU EVEN HAVE AN IDEA HOW THIN THE WALLS ARE HERE!?”

He runs off to Ororo before Scott could test his powers on him. “Hey ‘Ro, what do you think I should do if somebody told me they were going to peel me like a potato.” “And by somebody, I meant Scott.” “Honestly Peter, I thought I knew a lot of threatening words, but that one’s new.”

Peter continues teasing Scott for the rest of the day. Scott thinks he’s a menace. “Sometimes I want to tell you to go find someone to date already so you’ll stop pestering me, but then I remember what an inexpressibly annoying person you are and how no one deserves to deal with you.” “Thanks Scott, love you too, buddy.” “You know what, maybe you should find someone.” “I would rather be tied up, covered in honey, and left near a hill full of red ants. Naked.”

Scott decides to return the favor and find Peter a date.

Turns out Peter does have a tiny crush on Ororo. “No, I don’t. The only crush I have is the crushing weight of my existence.” “But it’s a perfect match! You’re single and she has low standards!” “Is that supposed to be an insult, you unimaginative dishrag?!”

Peter’s known for staying up late, disrespecting the few sets of rules Charles has given to them. He hates the confined feeling of the mansion and seeks the comfort of the outside world all the time. Thus, he always comes back sometime past school curfew. Usually, no one but Scott notices, but even he has come to his breaking point.Plus he’s still mad at him for the stuff with Jean. So one day, when Peter’s way past his curfew again, Scott absolutely refuses to open the door to their room. “Summers, it’s me, a shambling mockery of a mutant being. I know you’re awake. Open the door.” “Sorry, I can’t help you, we’re closed for the day.” “That’s very funny, Scott. I get it, you’re mad I stayed out past school curfew, but you’re not really going to make me sleep in the hallway, right?” He does.

#xmen #quicksilver #peter maximoff #scott summers #cyclops #headcanons #i headcanon that peter is the oldest #followed by ororo who's like 22-23 #and then jean #kurt #scott is the youngest

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gallantgautier · 5 years ago

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“Dare,dare to keep all of your dreams aliveIt's time to take a standAnd you can win, if you dare”

“Dare” - Stan Bush

Confession time; I did not put my playlist on random forthis. @fraldariius‘s absolute masterpiece of a poem put me in the mind of a differentsong, and then that put my in the mind of this song, and thus thishappened.

Under a cut cuz it got kinda long (And I guess tw for references to abuse? Tbh though there’s Miklan so I guess that goes without saying. tw: Miklan?)

Blackenedstone trembles while the storm roars it’s fury, sheets of rain clatteringagainst tower walls and through arrow slits. Thunder cracks, deafening, leavingears ringing and heads swivelling, eyes wide and searching, anxious.

Nosound, no thunder or even crumbling walls that held for thousands of yearscould ever sound louder in his ears.

“Whyhave you come, you Crest bearing fool?”

Blackenedstone trembles in the shape of dark leather gloves around a lance shaft,heartbeat a stilting staccato within his ribcage, breath that hitches in histhroat. So many times. So many times. The words, the accusations, theystopped being important. But the voice alone is a knife at his throat, a fistin his collar, cramped walls squeezing around him. The voice alone is venom,and the hunch of his shoulders is panic.

Sylvainhas ever been the best of liars.

“I’mhere for the Lance of Ruin, Miklan,” his voice is steady – liar – sure –liar – confident – liar – bringing his lance up, ready,even when he isn’t, “I don’t want to humiliate you, but I will.”

“Hurryup and die already.” So many times. Above, so far above, blocking hisonly ray of sunlight from where he sits upon the edge, looming, while he gaspsand doesn’t dare scream, clawing at slick old bricks until his fingernails chipand bleed. An echo from across a river, unreachable, trapped, while he huddlesunder a snow laden tree with a sodden cloak that offers no warmth. Hurry up anddie. Hurry up and die. “If not for you… If it hadn’t been for you…”

So manytimes.

“If ithadn’t been for you.” Fingers squeezing his throat while he pleads, enough, nomore.

“If ithadn’t been for you.” A fist in his hair, throwing him against the wall.

“If ithadn’t been for you.” Huddled in a corner, face in his knees, arms over hishead, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No more.

Nomore. No more. You’ve taken enough of me.

“Shutup!” Thunder cracks, “I’m so tired of hearing that.” Blackened stone trembles, “You’vealways blamed me for something that isn’t my fault.” Sylvain does not.

So manytimes, and only once did Sylvain dare to meet him halfway, the grinning reminderstreaked across his brother’s scowling face. Little more than an accident,moving on instinct, the knife in his hand something like an afterthought. Thelance in his hand is intent, the rise of his chin is a challenge, the thump inhis chest is fire.

Toooften, Sylvain had been lucky. An opening here which he could use to flee, acry there that would draw unwanted attention. Lucky that Miklan had lost hisbalance, lucky that the old kitchenhand had been only a few rooms away, luckythat the knife had been in his reach. Now, Sylvain is better. Miklan mighthave a Relic, twitching in agitation in his hand, but he’s slow, sloppy, untrained.Sylvain dances around a thrust and answers with one of his own, parries anoverhead swing and punishes a hundred wrongs with a steel-clad boot caving in abreastplate.

Miklanstumbles, cursing, coughing, spitting blood from the split in his lip, butSylvain doesn’t give him opportunity to recover. He leaps, swerves around theLance’s glaring eye, channels every bruise, every night spent curled intohimself, every taunt of worthless worthless worthless into the swingof his own and hears bone shatter.

Andthen the Lance takes him.

It’s anawful, twisted thing, garbled cries, pained. It should shock him, heknows, should chill him to the core, but he’s dreamt far worse than this.Tighter knots have curled in his stomach and deeper colds wracked his frame. Somehow,in some way, the beast is a truer Miklan than the man ever was.

Amonster, nothing more. Heartless, wild, and real. This isn’t one of hisnightmares, he’s not the helpless, afraid child who hides under blankets fromthe thing under his bed, who jumps at shadows and disguises his trembling atraised voices with practiced smiles. This is real, he’s better, and he can win.

Theremight have been a barked order, but he’s moving before he hears it. A blade anda wisp of crow feathers flashes by to his left, so he goes right. Its attentionis on him, snarling something awful, gnashing teeth snapping dangerously close,not close enough. Its howl tells him Felix finds his mark, claws gouging intothe stone as its head swings around towards its assailant.

“Don’t you dare turn away fromme!”

A great roar shakes in him, twodecades in the making, rattling within his ribcage. Every excuse he made, everytime his family turned the other way. I fell, I’m sorry. I got lost, Ishouldn’t have run off, I’m sorry. Twenty years of anguish boils andbubbles over as he charges, it sings in his blood and flashes behind his eyesand sparks like electricity down his arm. Flaming eyes turn upon him, a mawfull of knives advancing, a risk he’s willing to take.

“Open wide!”

It pays off, hot breath rushesagainst his cheek as Sylvain drives his lance through the roof of the beast’smouth and up into its brain. Feet apart, he braces, grits his jaw, jerks hisweapon once. For a beat, everything is still, heavy and weightless all at once.

A howl splits the air, the creature’stail thrashes and sends his classmates diving for cover. When his lance comesfree red colours his face a second time, painting the walls as it flails fromone side to the other. Something collides with him, sending him to the groundand out of reach of an arm arcing wide in its death throes, until once again,all is still.

An outstretched hand dominates hisvision once his eyes come into focus, he follows the line of its wrist, arm,all the way up to a face that’s always been there after the worst of his livingnightmares, whether he knows it or not. A promise kept, reaffirmed, wordless.He grips that arm as its owner grips his in turn, pulling him upright.

The corpse he expected to find isn’tthere, the mountain gone and replaced with a man. Sylvain wishes it weren’t, itwould have been easier to see a lifeless monster. Instead, even in death,Miklan’s face still glares at him. And still, still, he regrets.

“Miklan…” a whisper, too quiet forany but his friend at his side to hear, as he bends to place a hand over hisbrother’s still face, closing the eyes so he can no longer see contempt, “Mybrother…” You took enough of me.

I’m taking it back.

#ooc #drabbles #I've wanted to write this for a long ass time #and I considered myself enabled today ghjfkgdhj #and realised I still had a bunch of these to answer so I made it fit #look it's 80s cheese music at it's finest #but the LYRICS ARE SO GOOD #nobletoatea

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dream-girls-evil · 6 years ago

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Episode 8 Reaction

Hi kids! Sorry, I know I promised this yesterday, but I was so stressed about work that after I got my assignment done I completely checked out lol

That episode was alright. I’m significantly less interested in things that don’t involve the coven, but I’m glad we’re kind of starting to see pieces fall into place.

Michael Langdon

Cody really got to show off this episode! He’s a great actor, and as much as I don’t like feeling sympathy for the Antichrist, I do like that they’ve made his path to evil not so clean cut.

That opening scene with Michael and Cordelia was amazing.

It’s so in Cordelia’s character that she offered Michael a chance--even now knowing he’s the Antichrist and being completely prepared to go to war, part of her still genuinely wants to help him.

As I mentioned in another post, I think she does see herself in him. They both know a thing or two about living up to your parent’s expectations.

Problem is, she has no idea what she’s done to him. She only has the story up until Michael left the Murder House--that he was abandoned and rejected by everyone who was supposed to care for him until meeting the satanists. But she doesn’t know that he had anyone to love. She just knew Miriam Mead was a follower of his who killed a warlock, so she got the same punishment that anyone who harms a witch or warlock gets.

She also, I think, overestimates how much he really is like her. Pre-Supremacy Cordelia was desperate to please anyone who offered her a kind word, and she crumbled inward when they hurt her. As much as I hate to say it, believing that he would accept her compassion was either arrogant or incredibly naive.

Okay, so Michael really does just fuck off to the woods to think sometimes lol he’s literally such a teenager

This entire scene was super trippy.

Did anyone else catch the Bible parallels with that angel and the kid offering Michael a soda? It reminded me of the story where Jesus goes into the desert to fast and is tempted by Satan, except reversed? I guess? Not super clear if those were actual angels or Dad’s test to see if he was strong enough to resist.

The angel man in the diaper made me very uncomfortable

Also asking the goat if it was his father just made me remember that kid’s book “Are You My Mother?”

The Satanists

Lol the actual church of Satan must be so pissed about this portrayal

Michael literally has a replacement mom for his replacement mom

Tbh, I wonder how inadequate Michael feels with everyone talking about how they expect him to ride in on a black horse and lead them all.

“Nobody gave me an instruction manual” he is literally every Millennial ever

And he looked so weirded out by everyone fawning over him, it was so funny

Gotta say, I was disappointed that there were no creepy morphing shadows following him around or setting people on fire with his mind, just normal throat-slitting (though setting that girl on fire with his mind later made up for it)

The Scientists

COCONUT HEEEEEAAAAAADS

Oh my god everyone’s hair is SO weird

Venable looks SO weird--but hey, she’s back and scathing as ever!

S/O to all the people who theorized she might have been one of the nuclear scientists--we were kinda close!

It’s interesting though that she didn’t actually meet Michael. I wonder how she’ll get roped into the Cooperative in the future.

And now we know where the “purple” thing comes from

And THE SONG

Ryan Murphy simultaneously exposing his crush on Ryan Reynolds and vendetta against Mark Zuckerberg

Speaking of the Cooperative, original theories were split between whether this was a group of powerful people that Michael worked for or something he actually created with the satanists, and it looks like it’s actually a mix if all the powerful people in the US have made deals with Satan.

And now we know how Mead ends up a robot!

So, they created her totally from scratch. Does that mean Cordelia still has her actual soul hidden?

Michael Langdon casually calling Satan “Dad”

Next Week

Okay y’all, we only have two episodes left, and I seriously don’t know how or if they’re going to wrap this up. There’s still TWO YEARS between now and when the coven even arrives at Outpost Three, not to mention that they’ve only JUST arrived and still need to actually defeat Michael. My suspicion that this arc will extend into next season is growing, but also...

The preview for next week shows the bomb dropping scene from episode 1, and Murphy’s picture of the witches on Instagram looks like they’re in the aftermath, so I wonder if we’re in for more time jumps. I really hope not. I just don’t see how they’ll wrap everything up in the next two episodes without making it feel rushed and skipping scenes that fans would really like to see. I want to know what the coven has been doing to survive during the 18 months between the start of the apocalypse and actually catching up to Michael. And I really want to know where Zoe, Queenie, and Misty are by then. I swear to god, if any of them die, especially Misty--

Speaking of Misty, THEY’RE IN HER SHACK!!! I really have no idea if Misty herself will be there. She could have gone back after returning to the coven and the others go to her when Cordelia gets sick, or she could be with Stevie and the witches head there because they know it’s safe. Tbh, as much as I want Misty to be back in the next episode, I like the idea that the witches head there without her better because if she hasn’t been back yet, it means Cordelia is the one who’s been taking care of it. The last time Misty was even there was when she ran from the witch hunters, but the mattress has been replaced, her radio fixed, and it looks like a bathtub installed.

I really, really do think that Cordelia has been keeping everything in order these past four years to prepare for the day she finally got Misty back. And remember how Myrtle said that Cordelia wandered off for a couple days after becoming Supreme? The shack is 100% where she went, because that would have been the one and only chance she had to mourn privately before actually assuming leadership. I think the witches went there when Cordelia got sick not because they hoped Misty could heal her, but because they know the shack is Cordelia’s safe place. Then I want them to contact Misty and tell her Cordelia needs help, just so we can see her reaction when she comes back to her home for the first time and realizes that Cordelia’s been taking care of it all this time.

Also, I’ve had this one-shot idea forever of Cordelia visiting the shack for the first time to mourn after she dies and walking around touching everything to try and get visions of Misty’s life, and DEAR LORD I WANT A FLASHBACK SCENE WITH A VOICEOVER WHILE CORDELIA TELLS MISTY ABOUT DOING THIS.

#american horror story #ahs apocalypse #ahs spoilers #apocalypse spoilers #misty day #cordelia goode #michael langdon #wilhemina venable #miriam mead #foxxay #goode-day #ryan murphy #there's still hope for goode-day #ahs theories

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years ago

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Love me for me (1)

What kind of love story starts with two people locked in a classroom and ends with the two same people in a courtroom? This one. After unfortunate circumstances, Venice is forced to illegally change her identity and live as a boy in a all boys school.

She planned everything out. Every. Single.detail. but no matter how much she tries, she can’t stop herself from falling for the son of one of the biggest lawyers.

Is loving the man of her dreams worth years in jail?

Reader (OC) X jungkook ft.Taehyung

Warnings: mature language

Words: 3k

"Dear Miss. Abass, unfortunately, your demand at Yale University has been Rejected-"

“fuck”

Orbs clouded, I rip apart the letter. The torn cream pieces dance with the wind my fan generates and I watch them gracefully fall to the floor, blending perfectly with the wood.

Years of studying, isolation, practically not having a social life I forced upon myself to proudly become a valedictorian graduate but everything i did was in vain.

On the floor lays the last piece of hope I once clung on to. Now crushed under the weight of disappointment and failure, my chest hitches as I desperately try to hold back a sob. Water gathers at the rims of my heterochromia eyes. Left one a muddy green and the other a murky blue with a tinge of that same muddy green who manages to stick out no matter what like I do so very well. Intentionally or not.

I don’t cry, instead, I sniff away all the mucus who threatens to slide down my nasal passages and roll myself into bed.

For a moment, the smell of the freshly cleaned sheets and my dearest pillow make me forget of the hell hole I am in, of the chains that confine me.

That moment is short-lived when it all comes back rushing down on me like a wave. These chains that I have, invisible to the human or anything supernatural expect me. This rope around my neck who never ceases to tighten as time goes by.

I ponder on this fact. Or is it a question? It’s something I definitely know the answer to. So a fact it is.

The chains that hold me aren’t emotional or even close to physical. Nor did I ever do anything to earn them but that’s how the system works.

The system refused every single application I sent to prestigious universities. Not one of them accepted me even after they had contacted me for scholarships offers. Claiming that “my chosen classes were already full and to try elsewhere.’

It wasn’t a coincidence. Out of everyone, I should know that. Because I knew the system far too well.

That system chained me without even binding my wrist to chains, that system took my freedom away without truly stripping me of my rights, that system tied a noose around my neck and is waiting for any given occasion to rip away the chair from under my feet.

The system doesn't want my education to blossom. the system wants me to settle for less every time then die. That’s our government. the system is our government and it’s trying to kill me off.

I could apply at a community college and get accepted in mere seconds but that's what they want. That is their plan and no matter what, I will not succumb to it, not after seeing how it ended for father. Not after seeing that.

I gulp at the thought of him. My body and mind react instantly at the mere idea of my father. My breathing becomes ragged and I sense my palms get clammy and sweaty. The noose around my neck feels like it got ten times tighter. Even though nothing is truly there, my brain acknowledges the hard rope covered in sharp split ends digging at the skin of my neck. My hands who once were tucked underneath the pillow flock to my neck, grasping around nothing but my own skin.

I seal my eyes shut and begin chanting the only thing that calms me down during my breakdowns.

“A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I....”

the alphabet, something you often associate with learning toddlers full of life and not a 19-year-old having a nervous breakdown.

“J, K, L, M, O, P, Q, R, S!!” I scream loud, frail body shaking like a leaf as I try my best to block out the nose, block out the shots and the footsteps who are threateningly close. I hiccup between a sob when I feel his big greasy hands grip my long ebony hair, yanking me back painfully, he throws my whole body across the room.

what letter was I at? I forgot. Now I can barely breathe. I frustrate the man furthermore. I know this when he yells “shut the fuck up. Make another sound and your lovely mother gets it.” I open my eyes and stop breathing altogether. She lays on the floor.

I shake my head, clearing my mind of theses awful flashbacks as I shoot up from bed to reach for the pieces of paper, crumble them into a tiny ball and neatly shoot them in my plastic dollar-store basketball net who hangs just above the door. It hits the rim before falling on the floor with a plop.

“damn, where did my basketballs skill go?” I ask my self, feeling slightly better due to the self-pity that seems to have eaten me whole.

The alphabet always calms me down, it brings me back to earth when I need it the most -when my anxiety decides to lock me in my painful past.

My back now on the bed, I look at my white ceiling, its time to think rationally, like an adult - I smile to myself. Like an adult, huh? I quickly recognize the fact that most adults don’t actually know what they are doing. Most of the time they let themselves get dragged with the wave. Some try to overpower the water while others succumb to it and others find a way to float, to stay on the surface no matter how strong the storm gets.

I huff a breath of defeat "what am I going to do? It was the last one on the list.” I toy with my phone. I run my fingers against its smooth metal surface all while making sure to not unlock it by accident with the touch ID.

I've been ignoring Haerin’s messages for a while now.

I frown, hoping that she won’t misunderstand and think that I a mad at her.

the screen lights up.

Haerin: Don’t worry I know that you’re not mad at me or anything but I'm just worried.. plus I kinda miss your ugly ass so text back soon. I can’t believe you’re making me seem like a desperate hoe by ignoring all my text. Your fuckgirl mode has, unfortunately, been activated :/ [2:45]

I snort. Not being able to ignore her for any longer, I text back.

Me: I usually don’t text girls back after we fuck... but ur kinda special so come over or whatever... [2:46 pm]

Haerin: omg okay daddy! I’ll bring take out that way my ass won’t be the only thing you’ll eat today! I'm omw bitch you have some explaining to do. [2:46]

I chuckle and lock my phone.

With the stretch of my limbs, I'm out of bed and I beeline straight to the bathroom.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. “fucking hell, I barely look alive.”

after peeing and a quick face wash, I stand in front of the mirror and notice that my pixie cut may need a trim soon. I can’t ever let my hair grow past my ears and I rather not think about the reason behind this -not yet at least, not yet.

I watch the clear droplet of water cling on to the curl near my forehead before dropping and rolling down my tawny skin. I can’t help but to glance down at my neck, it’s red. I pray that I won’t bruise. I take in the fact that my new skin care routine has been working marvelously. From my high cheekbones, my narrow chin and slightly protruding forehead my skin is spotless.

"Venice, you little thot, I have arrived in your domicile"

I jump in surprise at first. After a smile covers my plump lips when I realize who that voice belongs to. I step out of the bathroom which is linked to my room and meet the fake redhead.

In a matter of seconds, I am engulfed in her tight embrace. Face hidden in the crook of her armpit I notice that the tall girl is wearing her favorite mustard hoodie.

I break the hug. “ I missed you too,” I say, gazing up at her through my short lashes. I see the worry in her slanted eyes but I know she isn’t judging, she never does.

“let’s talk, okay?” her voice is soft when she speaks. I nod and lead her to my bed.

A couple tears, three hugs, and many heartfelt words later, we lay diagonally on my bed. Looking up at the ceiling. With a shift in position, I look over at Haerin’s toes who never fail to not be ugly and stinky but who can blame her? She's an aspiring basketball player. Now I look up to her profile. It seems like the ceiling is long forgotten and that she is currently deep in thought, I can tell by the way her straight thick brows furrow and how she chews almost aggressively her full bottom lip. I Am caught red-handed when she suddenly turns at catches me staring.

“I've got an idea.” her lips part as she smiles, revealing the gap in the middle of her two front teeth that fits her so well.

“Shoot”

“How about we watch old Disney movies to take off some of your stress for today? let's deal this fucktard of a situation tomorrow. '' She pushes her elbow underneath her to lift herself. Her round glasses droop down the bridge of her nose but she's quick to push them back with the help of her lanky fingers.

I smiled at the idea. I ask myself how can someone be so pure and genuine sometimes.

''Okay, but just don't put anything with romance in it. I don't want to be reminded of the fact that the only thing I wake up next to in bed is my life-sized Makoto Tachibana pillow.'' My feet drag on the warm floor as Haerin intertwines her arm with mine. '' That's extremely sad and I hope that you'll throw it out once you get a boyfriend-'' she stops in her tracks and looks at me.

we both stare at each other only to explode with laughter.

''BAHAHA! I can't believe I just said that! You? a boyfriend? I think WinWin would finally be getting lines in songs before that happens.'' wiping away the tear that escaped, we go down the stairs and she grabs the laptop on the kitchen counter before plopping herself beside me on the sofa.

''Shut up you shouldn't be the one to speak here.'' I laugh back with her.

''Whatever ugly loser, go grabs snacks that way we can stuff our faces and I'll pick a movie'' She orders and am up in seconds.

''I know you said no romance but I still picked the Amanda Bynes movie She's the man '' Haerin informs me as I come back into the living room

I shrug my shoulders, indifferent.

''I don't care what we watch at this point, anything to get my stress down.'' I slur on my words near the end, taking a big fat handful of popcorn and shoving it down my throat.

'We could watch porn then'' she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and I pinch her left nipple.

''shut up and play the god damn movie.''

And with a click, the movie is playing and I am finally relaxing.

About an hour and forty-five minutes later the movie is done and you're left with a strange idea in mind.

''hey Haerin..'' you start off

her eyes squint, which suggests that she's thinking . ''hm?''

''Are you possibly thinking the same thing as me ?'' now my eyes squint, trying my best to read her expression.

'' If you are thinking about dressing yourself up as a male and infiltrating the all-boys prestigious Uni then yes, we are thinking the same thing!'' her grip on my wrists is tight and I feel light headed when she shakes me like a polaroid as soon as I nod.

''CALL CHRISTIAN RIGHT NOW! SOME MADAME DOUBTFIRE MAKEOVER SHIT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN IN THIS BITCH!'' She screams at the top of her lungs.

"You called me here because am what?" Christian took place on the sofa beside me. Brows creased together, he leaned forward, as if he hadn't heard me the first time. He heard me perfectly fine. "Because you're the dude-dest dude I know and I need to learn how to become a dude."

He drowns himself deeper in the couch, taking a chunk of his locks between his fingers, he let out an exasperated "what kind of fucking drugs do you guys take to come up with this shit?" And shortly after "Okay, I'll help."

This was our relationship. Christian Yu a very stable young adult that happened to be my childhood neighbor. Even when I moved out of my mother's home, he never left me behind. Kind of like a big brother that allows me to do dumb shit only with his supervision.

"This might seem crazy but just trust me on this. It might work,"I reassure.

His eyes bulge “What exactly might work Venice please don’t tell-”

“I can’t keep living on like this. I don’t want to live a meaningless life all while knowing that I can achieve so much more. Just entering that school and studying to become a lawyer would be a huge step for me” my jaw clenches “Its a step towards my goal and..” nostrils flared, I watch Christian tense, the weight of my words slowly seep into his pores, completely changing his first resolve. “ I will fulfill it no matter what”.

“I understand what you want to do but wouldn't that be proving what the government is doing to people like you -no offense, right? You're just doing what they expect of the children of criminals, you're becoming one too” He remains tense. Lower lip stuck between his pearly teeth, Christian avoids eye contact.

“Reflect on this: What do criminals have in common?” I get up from the couch under the perplexed gaze of my friend.

Lips puckered, brows screwed together, he comes up with an answer quickly “Its simple, they do illegal things!”

“That's partially true but I want you do think of the biggest names in the dark world, the infamous one. What brought them together besides the fact that what they did was prohibited?” I am patient, smiling down at my friend who racks his brain fora retort. His wide shoulder slump, not knowing where exactly am I go going with this. I give in, choosing to spare him a brain burn out “they were all selfish.”

“W-What?”

“yes, it really is that simple.” I smirk “ Just think about it, All their lives, their goal was to enrich themselves, gain profit or some form of power. They were ready to do whatever it took to gain these things. Kill, steal ect. What separates me from them is that I am not only doing this for me but the others who suffer alongside me in silence. We both know that the system is wrong and should be taken down even if that means sacrificing the little freedom I have.” I exhale, coming back to sit near Christian on the couch.

He sighs, elbows now up on his tighs, he rubs his eyes. “Fine, I support you in this but please don't you dare end up in jail or else-”

“You’ll lose your mind since you can't live without her.” Haerin finally speaks. She had remained so silent I forgot that she was even there.

“Y-yeah, you're probably right actually, I don't think I can't live without either of my girls” he pipes, scooping both of us in his toned arms and engulfing us in a tight hug.

“Let me go, Chris, my face is literally buried in your armpits” Haerin whines.

“Then smell them!”

“Oh no, you don”t-”I send my knee in his crotch in a matter of seconds, making him groan in agony all while curling into a ball on the floor. Haerin stares unbothered, pulling out her phone and calling someone. The conversation is short but it leaves a smile on her lips when she hangs up.

"Okay whores, I just called the best makeup artist in town. After you get your lesson on how to become an owner of a dick and get a makeup lesson cuz god knows you struggling in that.." Haerin shakes her head and muffles a laugh with her hand when I pipe out “bitch.”

"You will go in the room and do what you have to do to make the world believe you are a man."

"Okay, let's start then!" the serious and somber mood is gone, excitement is now what is left behind. Am thrilled, justice pumps through my veins and it's only fueled more by the support of my friends. I can do this

"Okay let's start then...but no homo"

"I know I taught you to use 'no homo' but it doesn't mean you need to say it in every sentence, Venice," Christian shouts from the kitchen, watching the makeup artist teach me the basics on how to make my face look more masculine and the brands that stay on the longest.

Haerin had told her that we were just filming a really weird porno and the women weirdly enough, nodded as if what Haerin said was something that she had seen often.

A couple more minutes spent by my side and she was out of the house, I shooed Christian and Haerin out as well.

With years of fraudulent knowledge in my hands, creating a new identity would be a breeze.

What should my new name be?

I grab my phone and open the group chat

Me: I need Name ideas, got anything? [5:15]

Chris: keep it simple... something like Steve Duncan or whatever [5:17]

Haerin: Don't listen to this loser, Bob Mcniplecoker shall be your new name, beloved ;) [5:17]

Chris: i- [5:18]

Me: 00Ooo thank you Haerin! very cool! [5:18]

Chris: please don't tell me you're actually using that- why am I the only sane person in this group? [5:19]

I shut off my phone, content with the name and ready to get down to serious business. Hours and hours of serious business.

Creating a whole new identity sure was time-consuming.

The wait was over.

The letter who held my fate had arrived to my surprising displeasure. I huffed a breath of frustration. Why am I so nervous? With the grades I have, it is certain I’ll be getting in but why can't I open it?

The pretty creme letter waited for no one other than me to open it. I was first made known of its presence when I was taking a shit and my uncle so kindly slid it under the door when he was staying over for a couple days.

All Boys: Great Jeon University

I had just finished taking a shit but after re-reading the letter I felt like taking a second shit. Curling on the floor, my nose rose up in defiance as I glanced at the paper, still centimeters away from under the door.

Let's just open the letter and get this over with.

With trembling hands, I reached over to the letter but I at last second I let my hand fell back to my side.

This Is so stressful! Is it possible to vomit and shit your pants all at the same time? I shot up, heading to the sink determined, with a couple splashes of cold water on my face I stared at myself in the mirror, determined.

I pursued my full lips, taking in a pimple that formed right next to my thick brows. This stress is really getting to me. I know damn well that a pimple wouldn't have been there otherwise.

"Okay you big wuss, tear that shit open !" I gas myself up, finally picking up the letter, I rip the envelope, already expecting the worst.

"Dear Mister. Mcniplecocker, we are glad to inform you that you have been accepted-"

“Oh thank God...” relief washes down on me like a ton of bricks. ”Thank

god..”I exhale, I can't contain the small smile that forms on my lips.

"THIS CALL FOR DANGEROUSLY HIGH AMOUNTS OF CALORIES !" Haerin shouts, grabbing the takeout menu to order too much food and possibly max out her credit card. She is reckless and often thinks of the consequences after she does something but if she ever got in trouble with the law due to her shenanigans, me, a soon to be law student would help her.

Christian took his usual seat at my right and Haerin at my left on our favorite brown couch. They were here so often on this couch that their butts were permanently imprinted.

"I need to tell you guys about this girl I've met. She's older but I swear I've never seen a woman more beautiful" Christian gushed, tugging on my shirt. "Oh, my man is finally getting some action! I started getting worried for you I was almost going to ship you with Haerin."

The girl snapped her head to look at me at the mention of her name. "Excuse me? Me and Christian? I'd rather let your creepy pillow anime guy date me." She snickered and I scoffed "Bitch, you wish Makoto Tachibana would be with your dusty crusty ass plus you're acting like Christian is ugly! I mean he might be a lil on the grandpa side since he's so old but-"

He deadpanned. "I'm literally 25 ???"

"Anyways, in two months I'll be going to one of the most prestigious schools and I'll be a lawyer. If one of you ever gets in trouble with the law don't call me because I'll be the one making sure you go to jail." I joke, picking a movie on the laptop.

I was over the moon. Things were going my way and it felt good, so good.

"If you ever do get caught, who will defend you ?" Christian hesitated when he asked, not wanting to stress me.

"Don't jinx it, idiot. I won't happen, don't worry." Haerin leaned forward, taking my hand in hers and gave me a small smile not knowing that the damage was already done.

It was something that I ridiculously tried shoving at the back of my brain. It was something I needed to face. I was going to be a lawyer for crying out loud, I knew that I could face time in jail and fines I wouldn't be able to afford to pay.

It was something I was ready to risk. For my education. I was breaking the law in order to work as a person who enforced the law. How ironic.

"Yeah, don't jinx it, Chris."

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