#ooohhh my problems are a pretty picture now

[solarflicker]

Better Ambitions

Colors are from the cover of High On You by Jeangu Macrooy, which inspired the art.

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Voice Messages from Bang Chan

4:28 am

Hey, doll… it’s gonna be another late night. I wish I could be there in bed next to you, but you understand, right? Just a few more adjustments to this track and I should be done. The second I’m finished, I promise I’ll come home and give you the biggest hug ever.

4:42 am

Hey, uh, Felix just came in and we’re gonna be here a bit longer. I know I said I was going to come home but we got started on something else, just more finishing touches to some tracks for Stray Kids. He’s right here, actually… say hi, Felix! Hey Y/n! I stole your boyfriend! Alright, enough of that… haha, uhhh, please go to sleep! I love you, baby! Ooohhh, baby~??? You’re embarrassing meeeee… !!! >:( Alright bye!

5:02 am

Felix is gone now. His vocals sound sooo good! I’m so proud of him! … anyway, you’re asleep by now, right baby? I hope you are. Whenever I come home and you’re awake waiting for me, I feel really bad! Please go to bed for me, darling. I’ll be there when you wake up. I’ll be home soon. Let me clean up a bit. I love you, sweetheart. See ya!

5:18 am

So, uhm, I was cleaning up the studio, and I remembered that time you wore a, uh, maid dress to clean the apartment… I’m going to take care of this before I come home, don’t worry! I was going to rush home but the drive is a bit too long for me to have this problem the entire drive. It wouldn’t be the first time this has happened in the studio… Nevermind. Bye!

Of course, you can’t sleep without Chan next to you, so you were very much awake. Feeling flirty, you send him a selfie of you in bed, naked as you often slept. All you can see in the picture is the bottom half of your face and your chest, but that’s all Chan needs.

5:22 am

Babygirl~ what was that picture? I told you to go to bed, and you don’t listen?! Not only that, but you decide to get me even more worked up? I know you’re listening to these, doll. When I get home, you’re in for it… okay, in the morning you’re in for it because I’m tired. But! Since you want to be a brat tonight, I’m just going to keep sending you messages to get you all worked up for me. I hope you like it, princess.

5:25 am

Ah~ skin slapping noises Haha, you like this don’t you? You like hearing daddy jerking himself off, huh? Getting off to the thought of you… your pretty face, your lovely body… tits, ass, thighs… everything, darling. It’s all mine, right? My pretty little girl who just loves getting fucked like a slut. That’s what you are, baby. Oh, fuck! Thinking about last night when your ass was bouncing on my cock, your cunt so tight and wet for me. I’d love that so right now. You’d like that too, wouldn’t you? Such a fucking whore.

5:29 am

Are you touching yourself right now, baby? Getting all wet thinking about my cock deep inside your greedy little pussy? You’re so fucking cute when you get yourself off, too. I love watching you, but you know that. Watching you with your hands down your pants. You’re so fucking needy all the damn time. Always a hand in the cookie jar, huh? God, you’re so predictable. Dumb little kitty can’t even think for themselves. Keep going, pretty girl. You have my permission.

5:34 am

Y/n~ still going, precious? Still trying to get yourself off when you know I’d have you cumming over and over again by now? Mouth open, moans slipping out as if it’s my head between your legs. Fuck, you’re so perfect. Just imagining you right now, hand on your cunt, fingers inside yourself, other hand busy rubbing your clit… so beautiful. You’re thinking of my cock, aren’t you babygirl? You like how thick and veiny my cock is, huh? Fills you up just right every time. Hhh- ah, I need to hold back. I’m so close to cumming every time I think about your face when I make you cum… it’s pathetic for me, really. You make me go fucking crazy, Y/n. I love it.

5:39 am

I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum all over myself and you aren’t going to be here to clean it up like you always do. I miss my good girl so fucking much right now. You miss me too, right? Wish my cock was buried inside you, wish my hand was there to hold yours as you cum around me, wish my lips were on yours as your moans got lost with mine. Ah- ah! Fuck, fuck, Y/n you always get me so worked up. I never get off like this, fuck. I hope you’re listening to this. When I get home, you’re going to be on my cock the second I get into bed. All night I’ll be inside you, doll, and in the morning, I’m fucking your brains out. My dumb little princess, all drooly and whiny for her daddy. I can hear your moans so vividly baby, fuck- ah! Oh my g- shiiit… ah… ah… breathing Fuck, I came so much. Now I really wish you were here to clean this up, fuck. Give me a second, love.

5:45 am

I’m coming home. See you soon, babygirl. Don’t forget I have off tomorrow, so I hope you don’t have any other plans. We’re spending the whole day in bed. (kinda under his breath) My pretty little girl… all mine.

[fullyellowsun]

Subtle | 8

Practice:

I do not own the picture, credit to the owner.

This is my first series so please cut me some slack but also I welcome constructive criticisms! This is in Korean so for those of you who can read Korean and English, go ahead! I will post a full English version link to the Wattpad story in the masterlist!

Pairing: baekhyun x reader

Genre: kpop group collaboration!AU

Word Count: 945 words

Description: Baekhyun and Dayeon's minds are still lingering on the questioning of their relationship yesterday.

Disclaimer: I have no idea how any of this works. I’m just going off of the little info I DO know so please bear with me as I try to fill the chapters with what I think (or what I just make up) on how to make an album and the other kpop things.

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"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." Was all that was going through my head. I was dancing with Baekhyun trying get the dance down. I trip Baekhyun again and he falls on me, pinning me to the ground.

"Sorry... I'm having a hard time focusing right now."

"It's fine, wanna take a break?" He gets off of me and helps me get up.

"Yeah, sorry." The other members were too busy to notice my mistake. I sit on the side of the room and Baekhyun come sit next to me.

"Is there something you want to talk about? You know, something on your mind?" He asked.

"Uhh, well- what am I supposed to say? The thing on my mind is how yesterday, the others were talking about how we seemed like a couple and for some reason, it's bothering me and getting into my head."

"Oh, really?" He says. I cover my mouth.

"Did-did I just say that out loud?"

"Yup. That's bothering me too."

"Wait, I actually said it? You're not joking right?"

"Nope, you said that the thing on your mind was that yesterday when-" I cover his mouth before the others can hear him.

"I believe you." I whisper. He starts licking the inside of my hand. I let go of his mouth. "Ewww.... you're so weird." I wipe the saliva on his clothes. "I don't know why it's bothering me so much."

"Me too. If it's bothering you so much, I can sleep on the couch and use the guest bathroom and stay 1 kilometer away from you at all times." I laugh.

"That won't be necessary. I don't think that's the problem. It's THEIR words, not yours."

"Then should choke them to the point where they can't talk?" He smiles devilishly.

"NO! Then they won't be able to breathe and you might go to jail for murder and have no job after you get out... if you get out."

"It was a joke." He giggles. "You take it so seriously."

"Sometimes I can't tell if you're joking or serious... just making sure you know all the consequences."

"You feeling a little bit better now?" He could see that because I talked about my issue, by accident, I had less weight on my shoulders.

"Yeah... thanks to you and my big mouth." He laughs and we walk back to the group.

"How was the make-out session?" Chanyeol teases.

"Huh? What make-out session?" I look behind me but see the empty practice room. "Are you talking to me?" He nods. "What are you talking about?" I turn to Baekhyun, his face red. "What is he talking about?"

"He's saying that we were making out." My face turns red.

"Why? We weren't!"

"Oh my gosh, 언니, you're ruining another joke!" Suah says exasperated.

"What joke?" I say. "I'm so confused."

"Because we were taking so long, he was saying we were making out." Baekhyun whispers to me. I open my mouth wide in understanding.

"Ooohhh... haha funny 오빠."

"Let's just dance." D.O. says after the awkward silence. We dance for the rest of the day, me trying to stay focused. As we leave, Baekhyun drags me aside.

"야..." he puts a finger to his lips motioning me to be quiet. "What about going home?"

"We can get a taxi, just look at this." He points to the full moon. "예쁘지?"

"어, but why did you call me out here?" He sits me down and then takes a seat next to me.

"Because, it's pretty and I wanted to share it with someone."

"You could'v-" I start.

"I could've brought the whole group but then it wouldn't be as meaningful as just sharing it with one person, besides, someone's gonna make a joke or be loud and ruin the experience." I nod. He was right, this experience was a lot more meaningful since it was just us two. I lean on his shoulder since I'm tired from practicing.

"So this is what it's like not being recognized and enjoying life... I wish I could do this everyday."

"I know... but this is what we chose, we have to deal with the consequences of what we chose. Besides, our life is also great." I nod. Who knew Baekhyun could get so sentimental? *buzz buzz* I pull out my phone.

"It's Suho 오빠." I pick up.

"야! 어디야! Did you guys not get on the van?!" I pull the phone away from my ear before I become deaf.

"Hello to you too."

"Come back home." He says exasperated. Baekhyun takes the phone from me.

"형... 미안, 내 잘못이야. Don't yell at Dayeon, I asked her to come here." Suho 오빠 continues to yell and Baekhyun just sits, his head down. "알았어요 형, 집에 갈거에요." He hangs up. "Let's go, apparently this wasn't a good idea." He smiles weakly.

"I think this was a good idea. I really enjoyed this 현아, thank you." His face brights up a little more as he grabs a taxi. We get home and get yelled at by Suho 오빠 again. We wash up and go to sleep. "현아?"

"응?"

"Thank you for today... whoever's going to be your girlfriend or wife will be soo lucky. Heck, I'm lucky that I was paired with you." Although my back was faced towards him, I could tell he was smiling and that he was going to sleep well tonight.

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In their Place Ch. 3

Chapter 3: A Shattered Reflection

Summary: Illinois and Eric rejoin with the group as Damien’s condition persists.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

While the fight with Dark had been going on, Illinois was busy taking the hero’s bait and circling around Eric.

“Well, well, what’s a cute thing like you doing in a dangerous place like this?” Illinois smiled at Eric. “Ooohhh, dulcito,[1] this suit looks amazing on your calves. Tell me who made it, so I can commission them to make more.”

“Logic and Bing,” Eric was blushing under his mask.

“Well! I know where my next paycheck is disappearing off to,” Illinois decided, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of Jims racing over with a camera. “Well let’s put on a little show for the cameras, hero.”

Eric startled and looked at the camera. Illinois didn’t even give him time to be embarrassed because he dove right for him and began a fight that was half wrestling, half throwing magic that if it hit Eric was mostly a light show; and all a show for the camera.

Both Illinois and Eric were having fun playing it up for the cameras when Illinois’s heat physically lifted off his head and Illinois caught the little bronze star inside it glowing a violent dark purple and kept trying to tug the hat in a direction. The direction that Dark had flown off to fight the heroes.

“Let’s lose the paparazzi, dulcito,” Illinois told Eric. “My old man needs some help.”

“Ills, wait,” Eric told him before Illinois produced a couple smoke bombs and dropped them around them. He scooped Eric up into his arms and ran off with him. Both of them disappeared into the smoke.

The heroes had finally relocated outside the ruined building, taking Damien and the chair with them.

Marvin was pacing and trying to come up with a new idea. Silver was floating nearby with a new mask, courtesy of Marvin. Jackie standing to him, talking. Patton was sitting on the ground next to Damien. And the mayor had an ice pack to his chest and a cigarette in his mouth.

Damien had a lot to think through, he was apparently in the future, he’d been running around with a demon. His father would have killed him if he was still alive.

He needed to finish his cigarette, go home and take a nap.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out,” Patton tried to reassure Damien helpfully. The mayor rolled his eyes. He’d been told the hero next to him was named “Captain Morality” and along with not being an absolute asshole had given him the ice pack. So Damien was pretty sure that out of the three he was currently Damien’s favorite.

Then Marvin stopped and looked at two people running over. “Shite! Illinois’s comin’ in hot.”[2]

“Where is he? What did you fuckers do?”

“Ills.”

The arguing was giving Damien a migraine, he couldn’t deal with more new people. He was still sore from the apparently failed exorcism. Or maybe it was successful, he’d never even been allowed to see one to tell.

“Slow yer[3] roll casanova,” Marvin ordered.

Rolling his eyes, curiosity got the better of him, and he looked back to see someone standing next to Marc. He was the only one not masked and he looked younger than Marc. Damien looked at the dark hair, the light tan complexion, the way his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed when he was clearly angry and thought: “Is he Celine’s?”

With that one thought Damien decided he was done with this charade and wanted to go home. He wanted to go home and lock himself in his basement, and get so completely lost in whiskey He couldn’t remember who he was anymore.

Damien could still feel the phantom hand of his father on his shoulder. The man had only been dead a couple of years — at least to Damien, now it was a couple decades at least — but his threats and orders still weighed on his soul.

It seems he’d been mentally gone so long that he’d missed another of Celine’s children, and probably countless more.

Damien shakily got up from his chair and started to turn away, clutching his cigarette like a lifeline. The ice pack left on the chair.

I don’t want you to even look at that child, his father had ordered. It’s bad enough you’ll be related, but I can’t have another null in the family. You—

��아빠”[4] The young man was coming to stand in front of Damien.

The mayor instinctively flinched away, looking back and expecting Marc to come over and pull his son away.

“I’m not,” Damien started, more confused. “I can’t—”

“아빠[4] are you okay?” The young man asked, clearly worried.

“I,” Damien faltered, his mind trying to push down the hope. “Marc!”

Illinois startled and tracked Dark’s eyes to Silver, glaring at him in absolute rage, “Ex-fucking-cuse you?”

Mark held up his hands, “I’ve told him ten times now, I’m not whichever Mark he’s thinking of.”

“We’ll deal with this later,” Illinois decided, then turned to Dark. “Alright, what happened?”

As Illinois had been talking, Damien was having a minor meltdown. Illinois saw the look on his face and his expression and tone softened considerably.

“It’s me,” the young man tried to urge. “Illinois?”

When he saw a continued look of confusion, Illinois realized that Dark wasn’t hurt, he was having an episode. “Oh no, we need to get you home.”

“Yer not goin’ anywhere,”[5] Marvin ordered.

“Fuck off, Copperfield,” Illinois pulled out a piece of chalk and drew open a portal. Dark flinched away from it.

“Come on, dad,” Illinois held out his hand, halfway through the portal.

Almost as if the Manor was sensing a problem it extended out and pulled Illinois, Damien, and the heroes into the Manor and the portal winked closed.

“Ughhh, you’re gonna be pissed when you come to again,” Illinois realized as he saw the other heroes, pulling Eric closer to him.

“Great,” Damien looked around, recognizing the Barnum estate. “You should have just left me there, it was closer to my place than here.”

“No, we live here,” Illinois clarified.

“Yes you live here but I don’t,” Damien snapped back up as he started for the door.

Just as he hit the foyer, Damien stopped at the large portrait hanging on the wall. It had previously sat in the Manor’s living room office, hidden and tucked away in the most private corner for Dark to look at. Since the portrait had been updated the demon had been convinced to bring it out into the main entrance hall.

The sight of it froze Damien dead in his tracks because neither Marc nor Celine were in the picture. Illinois was there but so were four other young men, one young lady, and two individuals that Damien thought looked familiar but couldn’t recognize.

Along the black frame frame in golden colored letters read the name: “BARNUM-DOOM” which completely halted Damien enough for Illinois to catch up.

“I think you need to lie down for a bit,” Illinois tried to offer.

“Where— Who—” Damien tried to place why the one with the curly mustache looked so familiar. Then Damien really looked at the man’s wide toothy smile and everything clicked.

It was Wil’s smile.

Damien’s hands trembled as he reached out to touch the picture, treating it so delicately as if the image would change to a different man.

“아빠?”[4] Illinois walked over, seeing the tears starting to fall from Damien’s face.

“Is,” Damien’s throat felt like it was clogged. “Is this your father?”

“You’re our father too,” Illinois reminded him.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Damien, he looked like he’d been completely frozen in place.

“We’re adopted,” Illinois told him, then corrected, “well most of us, Bim is yours by blood.”

“I can’t have children,” Damien’s response was quiet, almost a whisper.

“You guys did it with magic,” Illinois lied, mostly because explaining to Damien how cloning worked when Illinois barely understood it himself and the mayor would just be here for an hour at most seemed like a bad idea.

“Oh,” Damien replied, looking back at the picture. “That’s me with him?”

“Yes,” Illinois answered.

Damien fought the feeling that his throat was unbearably tight and he gave the only response he could: taking a step towards Illinois and wrapping his arms around him.

Illinois flinched a bit in surprise because normally Dark was not a hug-person, he avoided touch. The young man’s only thought was that Damien felt ice cold. But he ignored that thought, his father needed him.

“He did come back.” Damien was shaking as he held onto Illinois. “He came back and gave you to me.”

Illinois gave a sad smile as he hugged him back. “I’m here.”

Eventually, Damien pulled away, looking back at the portrait with a huge, excited smile, “Six? That’s amazing.”

Illinois looked back at the family portrait, and smiled. They’d had to force King and Yancy back into suits to take it. Illinois pointed to each of them. “That’s Host, there’s me, Kaylor or “Kay” for short, Yancy, Yan, and Bim.”

Damien’s hands traced over the bandages on Host’s face. “What happened?”

“He had a bit of an accident,” Illinois explained carefully. “He’s blind but his magic helps him navigate around.”

“The poor thing,” Damien looked around, “is he here?”

“No, he lives with his boyfriend but he’ll probably turn up,” Illinois told him. “He has a way of doing that.”

“Bim, Yan, and I are the only ones who still live here,” Illinois explained. “The others have moved out.”

At that Damien looked emotionally crushed, “Oh, I guess you are adults.”

Illinois looked back into the other room where the heroes were all awkwardly watching, Illinois and Damien blocking them from leaving through the front door. The young man needed to completely defuse the situation. “Damien” needed to go to bed and he needed to kick everyone but Eric out.

So Illinois took a deep, quiet breath and decided to tackle it one problem at a time. Step one: isolate Eric from the other heroes.

“Before we lose the plot,” Illinois began to gently steer Damien towards Eric who looked nervous. “Sweetheart, he already knows your face, you can lose the mask.”

“Oh,” Eric realized and quickly pulled it off and put his glasses back on. “Hi, Mr. Dark.”

“Uhhh,” Damien looked a bit uncomfortable.

“아빠[4] this is Eric, he’s my fiancé,” Illinois reintroduced. “We’re getting married in September.”

“Aren’t you a little sweetheart,” Damien smiled at Eric.

Eric smiled back nervously, his smile getting bigger as Illinois came over to wrap his arm around him.

“He’s amazing,” Illinois smiled lovingly at Eric who blushed and ducked his head at the compliment.

Illinois began herding Eric and Dark to the nearest couch, talking about wedding plans and Damien seemed to get more excited.

He turned to the four heroes, and opened his mouth to start the process of ushering the unwanted intruders out of his home.

But another voice cut through the air.

“Are we having a party?” Wilford’s slurred drawl cut through the air like a bullet. “Been ages since we’ve had company.”

The adventurer looked to see his other father walking in from the kitchen and Illinois only had one thought in his mind: “Fuck!”

Wil chuckled as he walked over to throw his arm around Illinois, “Sorry my boy, did I interrupt a good ol’ fashioned joke?”

Illinois heard his phone go off and looked to see that almost all of his siblings had tried to contact him. “Dammit!”

Damien stared up at Wil from his seat on the couch and unseen a metaphorical fuse was lit. But for now Damien was so happy. “Wil?”

“Mhmm?” Wil looked over at Damien. “Yes my sweet licorice?”

Illinois answered his phone, it was too late to quietly whisk Damien safely away so he had to run damage control, “Yeah, King, just saw your texts.”

Damien let out a choked sound and came from around the couch to run at Wil and wrap his arms around him.

Wil returned the hug and chuckled, “My, someone’s cuddly today.”

“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Damien clung onto his partner.

“Never for long,” Wilford chuckled as he picked Damien up, his arms bracing the other man like a seat. “I am here now my Darkling, don’t you worry about a thing.”

Mark was a bit surprised by the look of complete adoration on Damien’s face.

“Yeah, you are, aren’t you?” Damien smiled, resting his forehead against Wil’s. “You are.”

“Is anyone dead?” Bim walked out of the kitchen. Then he froze at the three heroes, “The flying fuck are you doing in my house.”

“We’re having a party,” Wil announced.

“The fuck we are,” Bim spat and looked at Damien, who was still in Wil’s arms, “are you serious?”

“I—” Damien started.

“You know what, have fun, I’m heading somewhere else,” Bim decided, not even letting Damien finish. He used his hand to cut through the air with his aura and made a portal large enough for him to walk through. It snapped closed after him.

Damien looked like he’d been stabbed as he glanced at the spot Bim had just been in. He glanced at Wil, “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no,” Wil was very quick to reassure. “He’s just in a mood is all.”

“Bim’s a brat,” Illinois announced loudly, briefly pulled away from his conversation with King

“Fuck you Ills!” Bim’s voice came from upstairs.

Illinois laughed, “Talk to you later Kay.” Then he hung up and pocketed his phone.

“Dad, why don’t you go get some drinks?” Illinois offered to Wil.

“Oh, of course, how rude of me,” Wil chuckled, setting Damien down who tried to follow Wil.

“Do you need any help?” Damien asked.

Wil gave Damien a quick peck on the cheek, “I know my way around a liquor cabinet, just go enjoy yourself, my dear.”

“If you insist,” Damien smiled and went back to the couch.

He looked back at the living room and had an odd flash of recognition, the faces of the people in the room briefly flashing to different guests he couldn’t quite remember.

As if something was dreadfully familiar.

“You okay?” Patton asked, immediately picking up on the tense air around Damien.

“I just,” Damien began but was distracted by some pictures on the mantle. Pictures of what looked like a happy and lovely family. One he couldn’t remember because a demon had been walking around in his body.

Giving him everything he had ever wanted and more.

“A demon is supposed to ruin your life, not make it infinitely better,” Damien said.

“Well that’s great fer yah,”[6] Jackie chimed in. “But he’s made our lives a livin’ hell.”[7]

“Don’t,” Illinois placed himself protectively in front of Damien.

“Don’t what?” Mark felt indignant fury come over him. “Don’t tell him that he let a demon crawl around in his skin and strangle the life out of my town.”

“Now I—” Damien tried to defend himself as Mark lightly pushed Marvin out of the way.

“Or how about the fact that Dark let Logic almost get tortured and killed by the guy who just walked through here,” Mark argued, turning to Patton. “Or did you forget.”

“I didn’t forget, I just—” Patton spoke up but Silver was so angry.

“Wil’s a mass murdering nut job,” Mark reminded.

“Wil is many things,” Damien argued back, “he might be an eccentric but he’s not a murdered.”

“He is and Dark has been letting him fly off the handle and kill people whenever he wants!” Silver shouted. He pointed to Illinois, “You’re a thief. Bim’s a cannibalistic psychopath.”

“You’re lying!” Damien tried to push around Illinois to punch Mark in the face, but Illinois held him back. Rage and anger boiling from a part of Damien’s soul he couldn’t control.  “Wil would never! You should know better, he’s your own brother! You’re just jealous that Celine left you for him!”

The instant those words left Damien’s mouth the fuse hit the end of its line and the memories came flooding back. The awful memories that left Damien dead and hollow.

In the wake of the mayor’s words the room went deadly silent. As if a bomb had gone off in the room.

“You,” Damien choked out as a dull ringing echo slowly seeped back into the room and the colors slowly started to fade. Recognition flared in his eyes, and slowly the black bruises on his neck came back and were getting darker and more necrotic-looking. “You stole everything from me.”

The look in Damien’s eyes was one of such hatred that Mark could physically feel it.

Illinois felt an aura push him out of the way. Damien let out an enraged scream and lunged at Mark.

Mark threw his hands up to protect his face, and began floating so he could get away but the hit never came. When he looked back Damien seemed trapped by some force as he screamed and tried to struggle. All too soon his screams began to get weaker and his skin began to turn grey.

Damien stiffened and Dark looked up.

“Get out of my house,” Dark growled and four was a gust of wind before Patton, Mark, Jackie, and Marvin were all tossed outside the front door.

Illinois and Eric were left in the living room as the house went back to normal.

“You can stay,” Dark told Eric who looked nervous. “You have a new suit I see, it certainly seems better than the old cloth one you had.”

“Uh, thanks,” Eric stammered nervously.

Wilford walked out with a tray of drinks, all of them swirling with his aura. The Host quietly, as his narrations would allow, followed behind him. He looked around the room. “Huh, didn’t we have company?”

Dark walked over and kissed him on the cheek, “That was last week, Wil.”

“Oh, silly me,” Wil chuckled and a portal opened for him to practically throw the tray into and dusted off his hands. “You know time, she plays hard to get.”

Illinois stomped over to stand next to the Host, glaring at his older brother, “Why didn’t you help?”

“Illinois will see that events are better this way,” the Host explained. “Besides, the Host helped stall Warfstache in the kitchen while Dark’s blue soul was losing himself.”

“You’re a real asshole sometimes, you know that right?” Illinois glared at him.

“The Host has been told,” the Host smiled and took a seat on the couch.

As the two young men spoke, Dark took the opportunity to portal to the front steps of the Manor and saw the four heroes still there.

“I thought I told the three of you to leave?” Dark reminded.

“I was so close!” Marvin shouted.

“How’s Damien?” Patton asked, everyone just letting Marvin rant off to the side.

“Screaming in eternal torment, as he usually does,” Dark told him, watching Patton flinch in sympathetic pain.

Dark’s expression softened, “As I hate being on anyone’s debt, expect me to pay back the favor shortly.”

“But I didn’t really do anything,” Patton reminded.

“Damien’s dead isn’t he?” Silver asked, that got Marvin’s attention immediately.

“Ahh, the matter of you,” Dark smiled. “By the reaction you had to Damien calling you “Mark” I can conclude that is also your name? You’re lucky that I’m not as blinded by rage that I can’t tell that you have a different face.”

“You saw that?” Silver asked.

“Of course I was watching, I was trying to get Damien back on his leash,” Dark snapped. “Do you know how long it takes to get him to do anything? He’ll be throwing one of his fits for the next month!”

Dark groaned and after cracking his neck twice, her form changed to look like her red soul. Marvin stared at her in realization. “There, at least he fell back asleep. He was resting peacefully before you four showed up.”

“They’re both dead, aren’t they?” Marvin thought out loud. “That’s why the spells never worked.”

Dark looked at Marvin. “Damien as a person is dead and shattered into pieces. He’s more like a wild animal than a person. He feels things, and occasionally can string errant thoughts, but the nice docile mayor you all desperately have been trying to reach is gone.”

“Is there—” Patton began, still trying to be helpful, and reminding Dark a bit of Damien’s old naivety in the process.

“No,” Dark began massaging her temples. “No, you’re all decades too late to help. Just let him rest. In about a week he would have been fine, but now that you’ve woken him up early that might not be the case. Just go and never bother me about this again.”

With that Dark turned to walk into a portal, the huge gate doors to the property opened. It took a while for the heroes to finally leave. Marvin heading off first and Patton lingering behind, as if he wanted to knock on the door and try to offer to help again.

Eventually the fronts were left cold and vacant, the gate doors swinging back closed and locking behind the heroes.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations

1. “sweetie” in Spanish

2. Shit! Illinois’s coming in hot.

3. your

4. “Dad” in Korean, under informally. Phonetically read as: “appa”

5. You’re not going anywhere

6. Well that’s great for you

7. But he’s made our lives a living hell.

[lovewriting-5]

Roads:

*gif credit goes to @miyku*

2. Into The Woods

3. Bear Station

1. 1452 Lame Avenue, Seattle:

I stepped off the school bus and met up with Sean Diaz and Lyla Park. Lyla shouts “See you tonight! Don’t be late, losers!” I intertwine my fingers with Sean’s as we walk to his house. Lyla on his right side, says “Are you both going or am I going to have to hang out with just one of you?” I shrug while Sean replies “I don’t even know if I wanna go tonight?” Lyla says “Oh please. It’s gonna be fun! You guys hate every party.” I chime in “They’re all the same. Too many people, too fucking loud, everbody’s wasted.” Lyla a little frustrated with our indecisive responses “You just described...a party!”

All of a sudden there was a ping coming from Sean’s sweatshirt pocket. He checks the text and it was from his dad, Esteban. A little annoyed with his dad constantly checking on him, he says “It’s dad. Wants to know if I’m coming home after school. Jeez, I’m not a ten year old...” I tell him “He just cares about you.” Lyla adds “You should be happy your dad’s looking out for you.” We continue on our way to Sean’s house and he must have decided that he was going because he asks “So what should I wear tonight?” Lyla responds sarcastically “A condom.” I chuckle “Alright I’m in. Paying plenty of attention in Sex Ed class, I see...”

We walked past Brett’s house who shouted “Hey, lovebirds! Back from the loony bin?” I roll my eyes. Lyla shouts back “Shut the fuck up, dickhead!” Brett just gave us the middle finger. Once out of sight, I gave her a high five and say “Damn, your neighbor’s an asshole.” Sean says “Yup. Always true to himself.”

We sat on the front porch of his house. Sean sat in the middle between Lyla and me. Lyla being observant, says “Man...We need to find a couch for your yard one day.” She pulled out a pack of cigarettes when Sean says “Oooh careful...Last time my dad almost busted me out here...” Lyla explains “Because you were alone. Your dad wouldn’t bust us. He loves us. So...you both want a hit or not?” I’m not a smoker so I declined. Sean who technically didn’t decline one, says “Nah. Maybe at the party. Track stars aren’t supposed to smoke, ya know...” Lyla coming back with “Yeah, sure. I’ll remember this when you’re begging for a spliff tonight...”

Lyla, the all knowing of this party tonight, says “Speaking of weed...I got that covered tonight. What else do we need? Eric said his parents don’t leave shit at the cabin so...we better make an official party list...” She takes out a sharpie from her backpack, grabs Sean’s left hand and begins scribbling. Sean a little confused, asks “Hey whoa, what the hell are you doing?” Lyla always quick with a response tells him “Don’t move! You’re my human post-it note. First we need money for supplies...munchies...chips n’ dip...soda...et cetera...” He says “This better wash off!” I place a hand on his stretched arm and lean closer to get a better look at her handiwork. Then she adds “And of course, we must not forget...ZE BOOZE!!!”

While looking at the list on his hand, he says “I can probably snag a six-pack from dad if he’s got enough. Hey, did you ever think of maybe...just...sending a text instead?” Remembering one more thing, she grabs his hand back “Hmmm...Oh right! Blankets. It’s gonna get chilly tonight! You and (Y/N) are gonna need something to snuggle under...Oh, one last thing! C...O...N...D...O...” He looks over and gives me a small embarrassed smile when Lyla was saying that. Pulling his hand away he says “Aargh stop! You’re out of room, punk!” Noticing the small drawing at the bottom of the list, he says while teasing her “Is this how you see a penis? Damn, you should try and actually see one for real.” She says “You don’t wanna go down that road, dude. My chances of scoring tonight are probably...ten times yours.” Her and I have talked about it numerous times when he wasn’t around. Lyla looks over at me and gives a wink. Luckily, Sean didn’t see because I could feel my cheeks getting red.

The three of us look up at the sky and noticed the airplane flying over. Lyla says “These fucking planes, man...I wanna hate them, but...I’ll miss them so much if I move somewhere else. Shit changes so fast...I get so emo sometimes, wondering what’ll happen to us once we graduate. Will you both still be my BFFs? Will shit ever get better than 1452, Lame Avenue?” Sean confirming “Yeah, man. Friends forever.” Lyla sounding a little worried “Yeah but...What happens if we go to different colleges? Or you two get sick of me? Whatever...” I assure her “You heard of the Internet? No way distance can tear us apart. We’re freakin’ fighters!” Lyla sounding better, says “Yeah, you’re right...Best freakin’ fighters forever...”

“OK, it’s getting way late and I gotta pick out my outfit for tonight. Skype later when you’re ready. Hugs!” Both of us give her a hug, “Talk to you guys soon.” Sean says “Hello, Friday night...”

Sean and I walked inside his house and heard laughing coming from the kitchen. We set our backpacks down by the front door. His dad, Esteban says “Hey! Perfect timing! Just the two I wanted to see.” I smile but Sean groans “Sure. But we’re a little busy.” Daniel interrupts “Did you see Lyla? She said we could go to the movies next week. She said...”

“Dude. Bug her, not me! You’re not exactly her type.” Sean says. “You’re lucky they put up with you...” Esteban says. He says “Jeez, thanks pop. I feel really supported right now.” While gently nudging my arm with his elbow.

Esteban begins “You’re welcome. And now we need an objective judge. That would be you!” “Really?” Sean asks. “Hey! No fair!” Daniel objects. “Shhhhh...Court is in session. Judge Diaz presiding over the case of the last Chock-O-Crisp.” Sean interrupts “We...we have to go...Uh...Get ready for a party and stuff.” Esteban says “Well if you want to attend a party and stuff...you have to earn it...your Honor.”

“Aww shit.” Sean says. Daniel says as Sean mocks him “Hey, he swore!” Esteban who is used to hearing this from his sons, says “Yes, I heard, tattletale. Please Judge Diaz. Be an example to the court and society. Then you can go hook up or...chill or...whatever! Now...Who deserves to eat this final...Chock-O-Crisp? Your adorable little brother who eats about ten bags a week...” Daniel trying to persuade the decision smiled at me and points to himself. Esteban continues “Or your poor suffering father...who slaves over a hot engine to provide his family with a home and a garage?”

Daniel raises his hand and shouts “Me! Me! Me!” As Sean pulls his hand down. “Come on Judge...” Daniel says. Esteban says “Shh. Let him decide...Judge? The verdict, please.” Sean places his right hand on his chin and looks at me to help decide. I smile at him, place a hand on his shoulder and say “I’m staying out of this, Judge Diaz.” He thought about it for a few minutes.

He gave the last Chock-O-Crisp to Esteban, “Daniel is guilty of being a brat! So the Chock-O-Crisp goes to...Señor Diaz!” Daniel trying to debate “What? No way! You’re a cheat!” Sean proudly says “Nope. I’m the law.” Esteban being a good father says “Your Honor, I can’t let you punish an innocent man...So...” Daniel who is very happy, says “Ooohhh yessss...” Sean says to Esteban “Yeah, I always knew you’d confess.”

Esteban heads back to the garage “Okay. Back to work. I hear an engine calling my name...And you better play nice together...Like you always do...” Daniel says “I have to go work in my room too.” As he walks away, he lightly hits Sean in the stomach. He tried to grab him but Daniel was too quick. Sean shouts “Yeah, don’t hurry back.”

I was in the kitchen helping Sean gather supplies for the party, when I hear him knock on Daniel’s bedroom door. I lean against the side of the fridge facing the hall, cross my arms and watch. Sean says “Dude, come on, open up!” From the other side of the door, Daniel shouts “Why?” Sean says “Because!” I slightly shake my head. Daniel says “Okay, okay...” as he opens the door ajar. Sean asks “What are you doing in there, Dr. Frankenstein?” Daniel still not happy with earlier “You gave my Chock-O-Crisp to dad.” Sean tells him “So what? He gave it back. Dude, you are so spoiled...” I roll my eyes at the typical banter between these two.

Sean asks “What’s with the scissors?” I noticed them in his hand. Daniel tells him “You’ll see...but not now...so don’t come in!” Sean sarcastically says “Oh man! Damn, sounds pretty serious! Should I call an ambulance now, before it’s too late?” I giggle. Daniel says while laughing “Maybe...All I can say is...watch out for my costume in three days! This Halloween is gonna be awesome! Are you going to the party tonight? At Eric’s house? Will Lyla be there?” Sean says “Yes, yes, yes and NO. You can’t go. Teenagers only.” I join them and tell Daniel “Sorry dude. You know Lyla and I would love it if you joined us but you wouldn’t have fun at this party.” Daniel says to Sean “They’re way nicer to me than you...Did she ask about me?” Messing with him, Sean says “Yes, she wants to marry you.” Daniel says “Shut up! And I don’t care if I can’t go...because...because...I have secret stuff to do...Alone!” He closes the door. Sean yells back “Of course you do.” Daniel peaked out the door then shut it again. We walked into the living room. I tell him “I’ll put the supplies in our backpacks and then I’ll be in your room. Would it be okay if I leave my school stuff here?” He says as he wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, “Yeah, it’s no problem at all. I gotta go find that loooove blanket.” He heads down to the garage to see his dad.

I removed the school stuff and set them on the dining table. I placed the party supplies in the two backpacks. I walked into Sean’s room, it has only been a few times when I have been in here. The times when I have visited, we hung out in the main house with his dad and younger brother. I walked around and looked at the pictures on the walls and things laying around on the floor. I noticed the two trophies next to a picture of Daniel, Sean and Esteban on the shelf. I remembered that day, it was a track-and-field meet. Lyla and I went crazy cheering him on. His skateboard was on a shelf above his bed. He tried to teach me and there were successful moments but I enjoyed watching him show off. I also looked at some of his drawings lying around. He was really good. There were some that I remember watching him do. I saw some sketches that he kept from when he taught me how to draw. I always enjoyed seeing how enthralled he gets when he draws.

I sat on the edge of his bed glancing at the Gamer magazine that was lying on the mattress. He walked in, mentioned that he talked to his dad and he gave him $40. I say “Wow, that is so cool!” He walks to the bed and sat down. We began to kiss. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He leans forward and we begin inching toward his pillow. It seemed like we kissed for awhile when his phone pinged from his back pocket. He pulls away and breathlessly says “Must be Lyla.” He pulls out his phone and we both look at the screen. It was her telling him to get on Skype.

He gets up and sits at the desk to call Lyla on his laptop. I sit on the edge of the bed in the middle. He turns his laptop a little so I am able to be in frame. Lyla appears on screen with a smirk, she says “Hola, lovebirds...Just give me a minute! Gee, where did I put the...Hold on! Okay, hi! Did you get everything on your hand-list?” Sean tells her “It’s all in our backpacks, yeah. Daddy hooked me up with some cash, so...we’re set for the night. In case we need anything else...” She says “Or if you and (Y/N) need anything else...Ooh la la!” Sean sighs and I flip her off with a wink.

Daniel comes bursting in the room wearing a skull mask and carrying a bottle of some kind of red liquid. He says “Sean, Sean! I’m done, look! I made zombie blood! It’s...um...corn syrup and food coloring...Hey! Hi Lyla!” He waves to her. I stay out of these moments.

Sean begins escorting him out “Get out of my room, Daniel.” Daniel apologetically “I was just...” Sean says irritated “Come on, man!” Daniel still apologizing “Just...” More irritated, he says “Just bugging the shit out of me again after I told you to knock? Yeah, I know.” After Daniel left, Sean goes back to his laptop “Anyway...” Lyla scolds “Sean, you’re an asshole! What’s your problem?” Trying to come up with an excuse, he says “But...” She says “I want to see his zombie blood if you don’t...” I add “I agree with her. The zombie blood sounded really cool.” He looks at both Lyla and me, says “Sorry, sorry...I’ll make it up to him...He knows I can be a dick...I’m just stressed out about tonight...” Lyla says “Oh please...we are gonna have so much fun! Maybe tonight’s the night...I already see the two of you got started with delaying on calling me.” As she winks.

Sean asks “Okay...So when are you coming over?” Lyla says “I just have to hit up the Momster for the car keys and...hope she doesn’t make me lie too much about the party...I’m already in trouble from last time...” I get up, stand behind the chair and tell her “This time, don’t get caught!” We then hear Daniel outside “I didn’t mean to! Stop! Don’t touch it! It’s for Halloween! Leave me alone! I’ll call my dad!” Sean looks out the window and says “Hold on, okay? Something’s going on outside...” Lyla yells “What do you mean? Hey!” I quickly move out of the way as Sean runs out of the room. I shrug to her and then run out the door.

We get outside and see Brett with a hold on Daniel’s arm. Brett angrily says “Look at my shirt, asshole!” Daniel sticking up for himself, says “What’s the big deal? It’s Halloween!” Sean went into big brother mode “Hey! Don’t ever touch my brother!” He says while shoving Brett “You hear me, Brett?” Brett says “Fuck you, Diaz! He got his fake blood shit all over my shirt...Look!” Daniel frightened says “I told you it was an accident! You better leave us alone!” Brett reaches and tries to grab him but Sean and I get in the way. Brett says “Oh yeah, go hide in your dad’s garage! Pussies! You think you own the block!”

I keep my arm in front of Daniel to block him from Brett. Sean steps in between. He shouts “Dude, step back! He didn’t mean it, he’s a fucking kid!” Brett shouts “He’s a fucking retard!” Sean having enough “What...What did you just say?” Brett says “You heard me, bitch...” He shouts “Don’t ever touch him again!” Brett trying to get under his skin, says “Or what? You gonna get your daddy?” Sean tells him “Hey asshole! I don’t need him, to protect me from you!” Brett shoves him and says “Oh? You wanna go?!” Sean shoves him back, both Daniel and I shout “Sean!” Sean shouts “Oh yeah, motherfucker?!” Brett crossing a line “Then go back to your own country.”

Sean punches him. Daniel now scared says “Woah...Sean! You hit him!” He tells me “Get him inside! NOW!” I try to get Daniel to go but he won’t budge. He shouts “Sean!” Brett tackles Sean by the legs, shouting “You’re dead meat, bitch!” He begins punching Brett’s back and hits with his left fist. Brett shouts “You and your whole fucking family are going to jail! Losers!” Sean shoves him and he falls on a rock in the ground. We start hearing sirens. Daniel frightened, asks “What...what’s going on?”

Sean goes to check on Brett, he says “Oh fuck me...(Y/N), get over here!” I tell Daniel “Stay right here.” He asks “Sean...is he hurt?” We never notice the cop car pull up until we hear the officer command “Okay...okay, step away! Now!” Brett is laying on the ground gasping for air. Sean says “Calm down, officer.” The officer yells “Shut up! And step back!” The three of us back away from Brett. The officer pulls out his gun and points it at us. He commands “On the ground, Now!” Sean says “Hey, wait...This guy was...beating up my little brother!” Daniel frighteningly adds “He started it!” The officer commands “On the ground! NOW! Hands behind your head!”

The three of us get on the ground with our arms up. Daniel scaredly, says “Sean!” Sean frightened, says “This is fucking bullshit!” The officer goes to take Brett’s pulse when I see Esteban. He runs toward to five of us. The officer moves his gun on to Esteban. He asks “Sean, what’s happening?” The officer shouts at him “Get on the ground, sir!” Sean tells him, frighteningly “Dad! We didn’t do anything, I swear...” Esteban says looking between us and the officer “Sean, be quiet...Officer, listen...” The officer yells at Sean “Shut up!” He says “I’m sorry, dad!” Daniel really scared, says “Daddy, I want to go home.” Esteban trying to keep everything calm, says “Be quiet! They’re good kids, officer.” The officer shouts “Don’t move!” He says “I’m sure they didn’t do anything.” Officer repeating himself “I said don’t move!” Daniel says “Stop this.” I say “We didn’t do anything...!” Esteban says to him “Daniel, it’s gonna be alright.” The officer swings his gun between the four of us. He shouts “On the ground!” That’s when the most unthinkable thing happened. The officer unintentionally fires his gun at Esteban who collapses to the ground. The officer says quietly “Shit.” All of a sudden, Daniel yells “AHHHHHHHHHH!” There was a giant force that came out of nowhere.

Both Sean and I wake up to the sound of a leaking fire hydrant and everything is a mess. Utility poles are tipped over, rocks and debris litter the road and yards. In the road, we see a vehicle on fire. We both whimper a “No.” The police car was upside down and the officer was dead. Sean goes to his dad and says “Oh fuck!” Esteban has blood all over his chest. He tries to wake him up but it isn’t working, “No way! No...” I go over to Daniel and trying to wake him “Daniel! Hey! Come on!” Sean shouts “Come on! We gotta go! Now!” Sean comes over by Daniel, picks him up and carries him to the front porch. We grab our backpacks as we hear more sirens getting closer. Just before they arrive, we run.

[addictofsupernatural]

Spidey Senses (pt. 5)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You and Peter get your costumes ready for the party, and Tony gives Peter some advice.

Word Count: 2779

Chapter 1 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 6

When Peter came into his room, he did not expect to find Ned. When he did, he knew he was in deep shit. He's bad at keeping secrets as it is. And now? Now how is he going to keep your secret identity from his best friend? He's obviously going to ask.

"You're the Spiderman."

"No, no I'm not! Ned, this isn't what you think."

"You just climbed the walls!"

"No I didn't."

"Oh my God this is the coolest thing ever!" His words were jumbled together. "You can stop a moving car!"

"Ned—"

"Are you an Avenger?!"

Peter tilted his head. "I mean, basically, yeah." He then snapped back to reality. "Ned, listen to me for a second. You cannot tell anybody about this."

"Yeah, yeah. Nobody... Okay I need to tell somebody about this."

"Ned!"

"Y/n should know! She's gonna flip dude. Wait, are you in a relationship with the Spidergirl?"

"What?! No." Peter quickly shook his head. "That's, that's weird. Don't say that."

"Wait wait wait, so who's Spidergirl?"

"I can't tell you that." Peter was silently panicking as he pressed his suit center, dropping it to the floor.

"Why not? I already know your secret, and I can't tell anybody. This will be just another secret." Something then clicked. "Oh my God, this means that you know who Spidergirl is! And she knows who you are! You two know each other, and if you won't tell me who it is then that means I know who it is."

"Ned—"

The two fell silent as you climbed through the window and landed the opposite direction from them. You then took off your mask. "Peter we need to talk. Tony just saw me today and—"

You stared at an almost naked Peter and a shocked Ned. Ned then opened his mouth in the shape of an O. "Ooohhh my God you're Spidergirl! That makes total sense on why Peter wouldn't want to say who you were."

"Uhm, wow. Okay. Well, what happened to you? Did you show him, or..." You asked Peter.

"I kind of just did the same as you." Peter nervously shrugged.

"You should get some clothes on." You forced your eyes away from his abs as he awkwardly nodded.

Aunt May then came in. "Peter, I was thinking we could go out for some Tai food—oh, hey y/n! So I take it Ned knows?"

"He just found out." You said sheepishly.

She giggled. "That explains Peter being naked."

You rubbed your neck. "Yeah..."

"Well, come and borrow some of my clothes. We're going out for Tai food."

You warmly smiled. "Thanks Aunt May."

"I'll do your makeup!" She excitedly said as you helplessly looked back to Peter, who gave you the same look, and the two of you left and closed the door.

"Your aunt knows?!"

"Yeah. It was a total accident."

Peter was filming in the hotel as you two did trick shots together. After a bit you stopped and Peter had laid down. He had his phone directly hovering over his face. "Peter be careful. You're honestly setting yourself up to hitting your face with your phone."

"What? No I'm not. Even if I did, I have super awesome reflexes. Don't worry."

It was as if karma hit him, because he wasn't paying attention to the phone and it slipped out of his hands, hitting him snack in the face. There was a pause, and even though this was a perfect time to laugh, you only asked quietly, "Are you okay?"

"Nn, yeah. That just really hurt my nose." He then saw that he had accidentally sent Aunt May the video instead of you when the phone fell. "Um, no! We aren't okay! We aren't okay!"

"Woah, what happened?" You got up from the chair and looked at Peter's phone, seeing the message that was sent to Aunt May. "Oohhh we're not okay!

Then, to both your horrors, she called.

Peter then snapped out of his memories and grabbed Ned's shoulders. "Listen Ned, you cannot tell anybody about this."

"Yeah. Don't worry, I can totally be your guy in the chair."

"The what?"

"The guy in the chair. Y'know, the one who tells you where to go and what to do. They're usually surrounded by a bunch of cool stuff."

"Ned, we don't need a guy in a chair."

He huffed. "We'll come back to it."

After a while, Peter was knocking his aunt's door. "May, are you done? We're hungry."

"Almost!" She called out.

You then came out in May's bell bottom and a zip up off the shoulder crop top. You had light eye makeup and some blush. "Wow." Ned said. "You look like girl."

You laughed and patted his cheek. "What did we say about wording?"

"I meant that you look good." He said as he swatted you away, giving you a goofy smile.

You looked at Peter and saw the red on his cheeks. Was it too revealing? "You, you look nice. Really nice."

Your face felt really hot. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." He said in a breathless daze. "You look really pretty."

You did your best to calm yourself down. You felt like your face was on fire, and being around Peter had your spidey senses buzzing. He had that same buzzing feeling, and his face felt just as hot looking at you right now. Maybe becoming a man was making him see every girl this way. Yeah. This is normal.

You then told him about Tony, and sketched out some drawings of you and Peter later that night. The next day you and him sat outside of Del's, helping each other pick out which drawing to use. That's when Tony showed up.

"Hey kids. You two ready?" Then he saw your papers. "What are those?"

"Nosey as ever Tony. They're sketches of costumes."

"Can I see them?"

"Nope. Let's go!"

You and Peter met with a designer. You showed her the pictures you wanted, and the you and Peter communicated with the her about the details she wanted to alter. You both then got measured.

When you two left her office, Tony stood up from the waiting room. "What'll it be?"

You grinned. "That's a secret."

Two days later Tony picked you two up to get fitted. He went in with Peter to stir the pot that is you having a huge crush. "So kid, how's it going? Anything you wanna share to the class?"

"Uh, can I ask you something actually?"

"Shoot."

The designer then scolded Peter for moving. "Sorry." He cleared his throat. "Did you ever start seeing girls differently when growing up?"

"Yeah, every boy does. Of course you shouldn't follow in my lead about what to do on those feelings."

"Woah, no! I meant, like, girls you knew. Ones that you were close with."

Tony held back a smile and slowly walked around the room. "Once."

"And what happened?"

"Now I'm trying to figure out when the right time is to propose to her."

"Oh." He fell silent and awkwardly twitched, getting scolded again for moving. "I'm sorry."

"So you're having those feelings with y/n?" Peter turned to see Tony look at him in the eye. Peter then looked away.

"I don't know. I feel weird around her and she's so pretty now."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I like Liz! Like, really like her. So why do I feel like that with y/n?"

"Kid, think about who's always going to be there for you. Who'll never laugh at you unless they have the right to. Who's going to stand up for you instead of quietly watching you get picked on. Who's the girl who'll do that?"

"Well—"

"I want a name. Now."

"Y/n." He surprised himself by saying your name without thinking. "But I still have feelings for Liz."

"Yeah, but she wasn't the first person in your mind." He then paused and looked at Peter's costume. "Wow. Was that y/n's idea?"

He then felt embarrassed, shifting only to apologize again for moving. "Um, yeah."

"Then she's..." Peter gave him a sheepish smile. "Oh God. Really?"

"I thought it would be pretty funny. She said it'd be cute."

"Mm." He then walked out of the room and into the waiting room that you were in. "Interesting to know you're one of those fans."

You giggled. "I'm really not, but I thought the matching would be cute. Do you like it?"

He huffed. "I guess I'll just have to see you two wearing it together."

It was soon your turn to be fitted, and once you were done the lady brought in Peter to have the two of you next to each other. Peter was in a very nice looking Captain America suit. It was in the style of his 2014 suit, and he had a very nicely done shield, one that looked very close to the real thing. He wore no face mask, as you figured this was enough.

You wore a gender bent Iron Man suit. It was a nice and detailed skirt with lines like the suit, while the fitted crop top had the arc reactor design. She gave you fake metal arm sleeves with your hands being connected to fake blasters. You had a simple red eye mask with lines like your skirt.

You grinned at the mirror. You then excitedly turned to Peter and hugged him from the side. "You look awesome!"

"Why would you make him dress up as such a boring person?" Tony asked.

"Because he's the one making me to the party in the first place."

Peter's cheeks reddened. "It was also Ned."

"You were the one who was going to follow me into the girl's restroom for it though." You giggled, and Tony raised his eyebrows.

"That's taken out of context Mr. Stark!"

"Not really. Anyways, what do you think?" You spun around and smiled. Peter dumbly didn't say anything and only slightly shook his head. "What? Why are you being weird? It's not like we're brother and sister Peter."

"No, we're definitely not." He mumbled.

"Then you don't like it?" You frowned. "You know you can be honest. It's just a costume."

"No no! I do, I really do like it! It's just that it looks so awesome that I didn't know how to explain how much I love it."

You furrowed your eyebrows but also smiled. "You're being weird right now, but I'll just assume that it's cause of Tony."

"Thanks kid." He then stepped up to you as you turned to him. He looked you over, awkwardly saying, "You look nice."

"Thank you." You grinned and rocked on your feet.

You were then brought back home and offered Peter to watch TV with you in the apartment. He agreed, and you made the two of you PB&J's as he sat on the couch. You texted Ned to come over, watching TV while waiting. It was cold in your apartment, so you brought a blanket for the two of you. You brought yourself to his side and leaned on him.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Peter asked, sitting up.

"You're not cold?" You didn't see the harm in being close to him.

"Yeah, but..."

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" You asked, straightforward.

"What? No! Why would you think that?"

"Cause you've been weird since last night. My spidey sense could feel it. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I've just been thinking."

He heard your small gasp and looked into your sad eyes. "About what? Our friendship?"

"I don't know. About my life and stuff..." This only worsened your fears. He saw that you looked even more hurt, but didn't get the chance to say anything before there was a knock at the door. "Wait, y/n—"

"I need to get that." You stood up with a blank face and went to your door. It was Ned, and you silently hugged him before he could say anything. "I'm so happy you're here right now Ned. You have no idea."

"Um, thanks? You know I still love your hugs, but I need context."

"I'll text you about it later. Anyways, come in!" Peter watched you with sad eyes as you took out snacks for Ned, happily engaging in conversation as if you weren't just sad right now.

"Hey, can I have some?" Peter attempted to say lightheartedly with a smile. You only nodded. He took a cookie and nervously nibbled on it. He then cleared his throat as the air had gotten thick for him. "So Ned, so you have your costume for this Saturday?"

"Yeah. I'm going as Mario. I got a cool velcro mustache and everything."

"Good for you Ned." You smiled again.

"What about your guy's costumes?! Let me see them!" You then took out your outfit hanging up in your room and plopped it on the couch nonchalantly. This was making Peter uneasy. "I'll be wearing it to that damn party."

You gritted your words out with a forced smile, but Ned was too busy fan girling over the costume to notice. Peter quietly slipped his hand in yours to gain your attention. You stared at your laced fingers, and squeezed gently before you pulled your hand back.

"Okay, guys," Ned said. "I was thinking that you two could use your powers to your advantage at the party."

The rest of the time together at your apartment felt like a building was laying over Peter. He tried to get closer to you, but you'd move away when you noticed. Once Ned went home, Peter figured that this was his chance. "I should probably go home too."

"Yeah." You began to fold your blanket, your back turned away from him.

Though he was close to just leaving he scrunched up his face worked up his courage, blurting out, "We need to talk about earlier."

"No we don't." You began to walk away to put the blanket back, but he took the blanket from you and set it down on the couch. "Hey!"

"Listen. It's not what you think. I've just been confused—"

"Peter, please. It's okay to feel differently towards someone. It's okay to not like someone anymore. I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore, just don't coddle me if you're going to leave." You voice cracked and you wanted to crumble.

"Y/n..." He stepped closer to you. "Why are you crying?" He said, almost in a whisper.

Your eyes were cloudy with tears. "Cause I'm not ready for you to leave me yet."

You then bursted into sobbing, and Peter hugged you tightly as you buried yourself in his chest. You two stood like that, with Peter holding onto you for dear life, until your tears stopped. "Y/n, I promise I'm not going to leave you. I never was."

You looked up at him with your puffy eyes. "No?"

"No. I was just wondering if I still like Liz."

"Oh." You said dumbly. "I feel really stupid now."

"No, your not stupid! Don't say that." He said cutely. "C'mon, let's go to your room." You then both sat down on the bed. You leaned on him, wrapping your arm around him as he brushed his fingers through your hair. "Honestly, I was kinda comparing you to Liz a lot."

You weakly laughed. "I bet I just embarrassed myself after crying for you, even though there was really no reason to."

Peter smiled. "I don't think Liz would ever like me enough to cry over me though."

"Mm. So do you still like her?" You felt it getting harder to keep your eyes open. Peter noticed and chuckled.

"This probably won't make any sense, but I think it would be easier if I still liked her."

"Nope. That doesn't make any sense, but I'll support no matter what. Don't worry."

"Hm. You always do."

You then fell asleep on Peter, and after a bit he called Aunt May to pick him up. When she got there, waiting for him outside, he covered you with a blanket first.

He stared at you, before mustering his strength to go over to you and kiss your cheek. You would never know, so it's okay right? No, that's not okay. Peter felt like an jerk. He shouldn't have done that. That's invading your trust. Damn.

Once he got home he texted Ned that he thinks he likes you, even though that's kind of crazy for him to realize. He then got a call from Ned, and answered. "Finally dude."

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Tag List:

@flawlessapollo6 @them-cute-boys @lunawndrlnd @the-greatt-perhaps @babebenhardy @sofisofi1602 @smilexcaptainx @herondalism @coni-martina @youvebeenlizzed

[thinkingaboutyoungroyals]

Lost Boy (Chapter 1: Welcome Home)

Summary: When his family moves from San Francisco to the town of Shadyside, T.J. thought his life would change. And it did. He just didn’t think it would come in the form of the ghost of a boy who haunted his new bedroom.

Prologue

Tag list: @delicatesleeper, @ibroughtachallah, @frenchtohste, @alittletooliteralleah, @tyrusmagocious, @tjskipping

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Boxes were stacked against every wall and on top of every surface. The rooms were still bare of much furniture since most were arriving in the moving truck the next day along with the rest of their clothes and things. 

They only brought the smaller necessities for the kitchen and bathroom and overnight bags.

T.J. dusted off his hands, looking around at what would become their living room. No couch or T.V., of course, but there was a coffee table as well as a large empty mahogany bookshelf left there by the previous owners. There was a nice fireplace in the corner, which they never had before and part of him looked forward to using it in the winter. Further in, there was a staircase that led upstairs to the bedrooms.

“Okay, these are the last of it.”

His mother entered with Amber in tow, both carrying boxes. They added them to the pile.

“So, kids, welcome to our new home. What do you think?”

Amber hummed. “It’s…big.”

“Are you sure we can afford this, Mom?” T.J. had to ask. “It doesn’t look cheap.”

Their mother, Stella, laughed. “Don’t you worry about that. This place was surprisingly decently-priced. Seems like the previous owners wanted to get rid of it as quickly as possible and I didn’t even have to negotiate.”

She waved them both over with both hands and the two teens moved into her open arms.

“I promised you both a better life and I meant it,” she said to them, warmly. “I know things weren’t easy back in San Francisco, but with this new job, we can finally have that. And it starts with this house.” She grinned at them both as she let them go. “You know… there are four bedrooms upstairs. The master bedroom is mine so the other three are yours for the picking.” She winked. “Go ahead.”

T.J. looked at Amber.

Amber looked at T.J.

Quick on his feet, he grabbed the nearest box labeled “T.J.’s things” and ran.

“No fair! Your legs are longer!” Amber shrieked.

T.J. didn’t stop, thanking his athleticism for allowing him to take the steps two at a time while carrying a heavy box without tripping. He could hear his sister struggling to keep up behind him.

“The master bedroom is the last door on the right so that one’s off the table!” their mother called after them.

Naturally, he reached the top of the stairs first. There were two bedrooms on each side. On the left hallway, there was a door closer to the stairs and one at the further end. An open door between the two revealed a bathroom. T.J. made to move for the closest bedroom door, but then… he paused.

He could feel a tug, like a rope was wrapped around him and an invisible force pulling him. He shouldn’t listen to it. He should ignore it.

Amber’s obnoxious “Ha!” reached his ears and before he knew what was happening, his sister had pushed past him.

“Hey!” he tried to protest, but it was too late.

Amber stuck her tongue out at him as she opened the door of the room he originally wanted and let herself in, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Letting out a frustrated huff, he considered taking the other room on the other hallway, next to his mother’s. But, then, he figured that it was high time for their mom to at least have a little space from both of them. So, leaving the room next to hers empty would give her the privacy she was deprived of back in their old apartment.

So, he made his way towards the door at the end of the hallway.

He entered the room, pausing at the doorway to take a quick look around.

It was a pretty large room, much larger than the one he and Amber shared back in San Francisco.

Naturally, the walls were white and bare. A full-sized bed with a mattress was already there, opposite the door and next to the very large window. A wooden desk was to his right, also bare and kind of dusty. And a dresser stood next to the closet.

Well, T.J. didn’t have much with him at the moment but it was a start. He could actually decorate this room the way he wanted, with posters of his favorite basketball players and rock bands, and not have them overlap with Amber’s wall butterflies and boy band posters. No more finding his sister’s makeup next to his hair gel.

He couldn’t wait!

Placing the box on the bed, he took another quick look around, imagining how it would look like. Posters on the walls, a basketball hoop on the door, and his CDs and stereo on the dresser.

He walked over to the window and peered out. 

His new room had a great view of the backyard. It was impeccably well-groomed despite the house being empty for months. He spied a few flower bushes – roses, daisies, and yellow flowers whose name he didn’t know. The previous owner must have liked gardening.

As he was wondering if he could convince their mom to let him build a treehouse, he heard his door opening and his sister saying, “Hey.”

He turned around to see Amber inspecting the room. “Nice,” she commented with an approving nod.

T.J. let out a chuckle. “Yeah,” he agreed, moving away from the window to sit on the bed. “I really like it.”

She sat next to him, still scanning the room.

Then, she whispered, “Do you see anything?”

T.J. scanned the room again. “No.”

Amber hummed. “Did you see anything around the house?”

“Not really. I didn’t pay attention.”

“Maybe there aren’t any around here.”

T.J. laughed without humor. “Ambs, wherever we go, they’re there. That’s just how it is. What matters is that they don’t know I can see them so they can leave me alone.”

Amber flashed him a worried look. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble again. Or get hurt. Teej, this new job is a big deal to Mom. And we’re finally living in an actual house. I just… don’t want that to get ruined.”

“I don’t either,” he snapped, feeling a little annoyed.

He knew Amber didn’t mean anything by it, but he could still feel the guilt itching at his chest. He had caused trouble without meaning to back in San Francisco. He had a notorious reputation for being a troublemaker and a rule-breaker. But, all he really wanted was some peace.

Amber reached out to squeeze his hand. “I know.” She smiled, lovingly, at him. “And I want things to be different here. Better. For all of us.”

“It will be,” he said, nodding. “I promise.”

She let out a loud sigh before flashing him a teasing smirk. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll finally find a boyfriend here.”

T.J. immediately pushed her away. “Shut up!”

Laughing, Amber got to her feet. “Anyway, Mom said we should finish up here so we can have breakfast. We haven’t eaten since last night.”

In all the excitement, he hadn’t realized how empty his stomach felt. 

“Okay. I’ll be down soon.”

As his sister left the room, T.J. turned back to his box of things. He had to grab the rest downstairs but this was a start.

He stood up and opened the box. Humming to himself, he took out the random stuff he had packed inside – CDs, books, the one trophy he won from the sixth-grade spelling bee, and some pictures frames – and laid them all out on the bed.

The books and CDs would go have to go on his bookshelf that was arriving tomorrow with the rest of their furniture. The trophy could go on the dresser and once he found the nails and a hammer, he could hang up the frames on the wall.

All of a sudden, a cold chill settled over his room. A prickle on the back of his neck made him freeze as his throat went dry. His heart picked up its pace.

Oh no. He thought he was safe. He thought there wouldn’t be a problem. He had checked the room, for God’s sake!

“Oh, hello, who are you?”

Feeling a lump form in his throat, T.J. swallowed. He forced his hands to keep moving through his things, ignoring the voice.

“I guess Dad and Sharon finally managed to sell the house. Good for them!”

The voice sounded young. Maybe he wasn’t malevolent. As long as T.J. made no sign that he was aware of another presence, he would most likely just leave T.J. alone.

His hands shook as he stacked the books.

“Is that all of your things? That’s not a lot.”

The hairs on T.J.’s arm stood up as goosebumps formed as he gathered the books in his arms. Taking a subtle deep breath as he prepared himself, he turned around.

It was a boy. His hair was a dark brown, almost black, and his eyes were a deep brown. Sharp nose. Thick lips. A mole on his cheek. He wore a dark blue sweater, khakis, and navy-blue sneakers.

All in all, he looked like he was T.J.’s age when he died.

T.J. tried not to let his gaze linger as he walked past the ghost towards the desk. The books would have to go there for now.

“Ooohhh, you have the Lord of the Rings trilogy! You, my friend, have excellent taste!”

T.J. ignored him, arranging the books just to give himself something to do.

“Hey, now that I’m looking up close, you’re kinda cute.”

T.J. dropped the book he was holding as his cheeks turned pink. He hoped that the ghost didn’t notice.

“Wait, you didn’t hear that, did you?”

T.J. held his tongue, quickly finishing up with the books and turning around to grab the CDs. He had to act as normal as possible.

Just his luck, the ghost was observant. Simply said, he was an annoying one.

T.J. could feel him following behind him.

“Can you see me?” the boy asked, sounding excited.

Swallowing the rising panic in his throat, T.J. grabbed his CDs. But, as he turned to walk back to the desk, the ghost’s face was suddenly in front of him. With a surprised yell, T.J. stepped back and dropped the CDs on the floor.

And, just like that, his cover was blown.

He tried to tamp the rising fear and panic threatening to take over him.

The ghost, however, looked absolutely thrilled. “You can see me, right?! Oh my god! You can see me! It’s been so long!”

T.J. opened his mouth but no words came out. His chest tightened and his head started to pound painfully. He couldn’t breathe all of a sudden.

The boy stepped back, beaming. “Oh, how rude of me. I didn’t even introduce myself.” He held out a hand. “Hi. I’m Cyrus.”

T.J.’s vision turned black and the boy in front of him disappeared.

[superwholocklotr95]

Prepare for a flood of random thoughts and feelings about SPN S14E13

So. I just got done watching s14e13, a.k.a. The Big Three Zero Zero of Supernatural. First I watched it with a friend. There were "”awwws" and "ooohhhs" and laughs and comments and criticisms and witticisms and whatnot. And I thought I would go to bed feeling content that we got a decent enough episode out of 300, but not especially ecstatic. 

And then my friend left. I was left in my dorm room, in the dark. Back to my old thoughts and feelings. Back to my everyday anxiety. So I decided to re-watch. Just a couple of scenes. Just the key moments. The difference? I was alone. And I could bawl my heart out. 

What killed me about tonight’s episode in particular (because let’s face it, season 14 has been treating us Sammy fans very kindly with all the closure he seems to be getting, but also Dean, my baby boy, I’m so happy that he’s proud of who he is, so I’ve had plenty of occasions to die of feels tonight) was that goddamn last scene. John waking up in the middle of nowhere, sitting in the car in the rain. with that old flip-phone. And - KAZ2Y5.

This is where I must digress for a second. I’ve had this art project in my head for a few months now. It’s nothing special, just decorating my dorm room wall. But it is pretty special at the same time, because this semester has been and continues to be pretty tough on me. I’ve been becoming aware of how much everyone and everything around me has changed. How much I’ve changed. Within these past few years, people have entered my life and people have left it. And people will leave next year, as I have another year of studies to go through, possibly two. I’m also not sure at all where the future will take me. So, with all of this on my mind, I’ve given myself a task to decorate my wall with one thing (quote/image/drawing/poster) per day, until I’ve covered it with things that mean a lot to me. It’s been a long time coming and I just need to do this for me and me alone, the way I want and like it. 

I put up the very first image today. I had this hand-made SPN-inspired frame for a picture that used to hang on my dorm room door, but the image got stolen (yeah, freshmen can be jackasses sometimes) and I was left with only the frame. I thought for a while about how to re-use it and then it hit me - KAZ2Y5. Even though Baby’s license plate has changed, that original code is something that has stuck with me ever since I boarded the SPN hype train. I’m usually terrible with letter+number combos, but for some reason, this has stuck. They say it symbolizes Kansas (both the state and the band) and the year 2005, back when SPN started. And I put it up on my wall before anything else. And today, of all days. The day I had reserved for episode 300. 

And then John Winchester wakes up in the Impala in the year 2003, before "Dad’s on a hunting trip", before "Saving people", before this weird, scary, fun, emotional, fantastic journey began. Before my own life truly began. He shares a few words with baby Dean, that young little rascal I see in episode 1 and barely recognize. And Sammy’s off somewhere at Stanford, not talking to John. I am currently one year older than Sam was in 2005, when that invitation to find dad happened. In two years’ time, I will be 25, the age Dean was in 2005, when he broke into his little brother’s apartment. I was 10 years old in 2005 myself. Long before I was a fan and long before I started to become who I am now. And, seeing and hearing how all of that stuff from season 1 happened "a lifetime ago" for them and how proud they are to be who they are now and of the journey they’ve taken, that truly gives me hope. 

People say all kinds of stuff about " Supernatural ". I am well aware it is not the best TV show in history, I am well aware that the fandom has its problems and goes overboard sometimes, I am well aware that it is dragging out too long for most people’s tastes and the writing has lost quite a bit of its charm. But God dammit, it is the only show and story that can make me stay up until 1 AM on a work night, writing this tumblr post, listening to "Americana" and reminiscing about the start of college, when I reached the season 5 finale and bawled my eyes out for these two poor boys, these two urban legend messiahs, in the middle of the night. In my dorm. Alone. Just like now. Because, people say all kinds of things about me, too. I am also very much not perfect. And this, the story of Sam and Dean and all the lovely people they meet along the way and include into their family, is one story I will follow until the very end. And I know that, thanks to this show, it will all be okay. I will be okay. 

Thank you for the ride on the road so far, Supernatural. I am looking forward to whatever you have in store next. 

Happy 300! ♥

[juniemunie]

HTTYD Books: How To Ride a Dragon’s Storm Commentary :P (w/text pictures!)

((shoutout to astrid-the-fearless that started the whole thing and giving me permission <3))

Yoooo this is how far I’m in the books right now thanks to the blessing of pdfs and I thought; “Hey? Lemme try reacting to this!!” 

Mind you, this is ridiculously long and it’s all because of the pictures I added in lmao so peruse for your amusement ((I might continue this just for kicks :P))

So it begins!

-everything went wrong when the fire nation attacked

-OOh! Swimming competition?? Don’t count me in!! I’m terrible at swimming, in  fact, I don’t know how to do it at all!!! :DDD

-of course the competition has to have a spice of suicidal bravery and possible death

-clueless, tf dude

-aRE WE GONNa TIME TRaVEL??? WHaTS THE WHOLE aLaRM THING OLD WRINKLY??? EXPLaINNNN HoW DID U EVEN KNOW????

-the judges are basically 99% old dudes 99% of the time

-aweeee toothless u cutie

-snotlout my boy, sometimes i really want to strangle u, u know

-yooo sTOICK U'RE DOING UR BEST THE BEST ISNT aLaWYS THE MOST OBVIOUS he's trying im proud that he's trying

-good ol teamwork

-nONONONONO DONT TRUST EM 

-u got bamboozled 

-only in the near end of his life, yeah

-oh man hes gonna kill em again 

-same

-awe, she's just like meatlug

-uh oh

-bet y'all it gets worse

-damn straight

-sHOOT CaMI NOOO-

-i hear the Jaw's theme song guys

-tOOTHLESS KEEPS TRYING ;-;

-well you're a jolly dragon23

-how was this marketed for children again

-brUH U SERIOUS?? I JUST THOUGHT IT Was only nORBERT

-woh fist time getting a look on nobert and he looks cool

-whoops u gon axe him again??

-u mean an unfortunate series of events??? wink wink

-i wouldn't go there if i were you its completely messy there

-buddy this dude has survived so many times out of pure dumb luck

-theres still more to go hiccup so much more

-awww this is such a throwback to the first book

-norbert is a crazy inventive dude i wanna see how well he goes with movie hiccup in the right circumstances :/

-thats a problem

-im not sure whether to be terrified or impressed

-yoooo hiccup youre right youre prize is absolute misery

oh no

-whoops i guess this is where he became a slave??

-bitter grandma is bitter than all my mates when discussing love42

-oH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD THIS IS IT HES GOING TO BECOME a SLaVE  HOLD ME

-nONONONONONONONO NOOOOOOOO

-my poor boy my POOR BOY

-oh man i knew this already but its still giving me shivers

-look at these drunk cuties lmao

-perfect excuse toothless hiccup totally believes u

-yOOO dragon nip exists in the books too!!!??

-This is one happy lot

-( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-Uh oh

-Look at this happy boy <3

-U sure??? I don’t think so

-Oh shit.

-oHHHH shitTTTT

-u aint wrong tho

-hahahaAHAHAHAHA not yET

-well fuck

-YO. WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANGUAGE.

-Oh. My fucking god.

-pHYSICS  WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY US-

-Knock knock its death’s doorstep

-Chances are, it wont.

-yEP

-“dafuq, why the hell is he running at us??” “maybe he’s given up”

“is it just me or is that an eye back there? “oh sHIT-“

-Y’all these kids know the drill already

-Toothless’ still asleep during the whole ordeal lmao

-So that’s how it works…69

-Stuff like that usually happens boyo they’ll prolly be back

-Poor Ronald.

-Not anOTHER ONE

-Shouldve made a spare and changed it while you were still in the border smh *Cinema Sins Ding*

-same

-a terrifying but intriguing thought.

-These sweet loyal kids backin up their parents yo ((Poor Fishlegs))

-i like the books that they portray a more worrier Stoick but the movieversion is also great too

-DON’T BELIEVE IT STOICK

-This LITTLE SHIT

-what??? really?? That’s a dumb revenge excuse :/

-We DON’T

-Holy shit he survived ((just like his third son cOUGH COUGH))

-In short; “Sorry to disappoint the masses, but I AM STILL ALIVE”83

-YOOOOO OLD WRINKLY KNEW??? HE’S AWESOME aND INSaNE!

-Poor stoick, tbh if he was movie stoick he’d have a heartattack by now

-Shit I feel bit teary in the eyes-DON’T LOOK AT ME!

-True just like this post that has way too much pictures like tf

-Sweet, but WHY WOULD yOU LEaVE THEM BEHIND???

-tbh this is both true

-Basically every country that was going to pillage America

-Oh shit times up

-whA-AA-At???

-Hiccup u little shit

-Discrimination between hair color too??? Jesus. Just when I thought skin colors -were ridiculous

-Have I told y’all I love sword fighting hiccup?? Because I do

-Nooo not his poor beard agaIN

-Oh. Oh no.

-fuck.

-Godzilla??? That u??

-tHINK aGaIN

-Tbh cats are sometimes really cruel ; - ;

-Nope. Theres always a chance of death bro

-OF COURSE IT WaS.

-This ridiculously huge shit

-Geezus. You’re fucked hiccup.

-Press F to pay respect

-ToothLESS HICCUP IS GONNa FUCKIN DIE

-TOOTHLESS U LITTLE SHIT

-Tbh, he does have a point

-Friendly reminder hiccup wrote this himself

-Hiccup the Insane. Sounds about right

-Me procrastinating some stuff i cant procrastinate while everything is going wrong

-yOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

-yOOOOOOOO tf he doin??

-“yo bro”

“yeah loki?”

“some kid’s asking for your help. It’s getting pretty intense.”

“really? Lemme see”

“see?”

*whistles* “wow, he’s crazy. I like it.”

-“wtf is this dumb redhead doing??” everyone thought simultaneously

-oHHHHHH LIGHTNING LIKES METaL!!!!

-Benjamin Franklin can eat HIS HEaRT OUT123

“wow thor, you actually helped”

“¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

“how tf did you say that”

-Ship: If I die, I die with STYLE.((Like Grimbeard fucker sang to his death while burning his entire kingdom down))

-SWIM FISHLEGS SWIM ((wow he c an swim now amazing what near death experiences teach you))

-Poor toothless ; - ;126

-Itsss the cirrccccleeeeee the ciiirrrccclleeeee of liiiiiifeeeee

-Lets hope I wont learn to swim in this emotionally draining way 0-0

-Tbh this is kinda terrifying imagine if they died this way 0-0

-I KNEW THEYD BE BaCK YOU BETTER BRING HICCUP aBOaRD U LITTLE SHIT

-Oh thank god

-In short; “we have ship standards, peasants.”

-LaTE FOR a VERY IMPORTaNT DaTE

-G G. u did ur best lol

-yEEEE YOU BEST KNOW IT HICCUP Me BOYYY

-They gONNa FLYYYYY

-FISHLEGS MY BOY WERE GONNa DO IT WHETHER U WaNT TO OR NOT

-That’s THE TRUE CHIEFTaN WaY BOIS EXaCTLY HOW STOICK DIED- I mean shit uh

-Awww berk would love u back in their own way too

-*sobbing in the distance* ((fuckin alvin))

-yOU BET THEY ALL ARE

-“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” screamed the Reader.

-Happy sweet old senile future guessing dudes make me happy ; v ;

-How tf would it be deer

-Just like Grimbeard did.

-YOOOO IM SO PROUD OF YOU FISHLEGSSSS

-“IM SORRY TO DISAPPOINT THE MASSES, BUT I AM STILL ALIVE.”

-SNOTLOUT DO U WANT TO BE DEAD??? ((before your proper death))

-When Old Wrinkly is mad at u, you better be ashamed of urself.

-He really is Grimbeard’s Heir ain’t he? ; v ;

-Uhhh more common than u think boyo *turns to Harry Potter*

-oooHHH u done for gumboil

-My heart kindly says mercy, but my mind screams revenge

-SHit stop giving me ides to draWWWWW

-Somethings are often just found at home <3 like my MISSING PENCIL WHERE TF IS IT

-Summary of Httyd 2 Hiccup

-SO MUCH WISDOM IN THE EPILOGUE HICCUP SLOW DOWN

-Nooo HICCUPPPP- THE DRagONSSSSS

-DON’T REMIND ME OF THE SLaVEMaRK U CRUEL BEING

wow

that was a ride from start to end. (pUN INTENDED)

things are getting intensee

*scrambles to read the next book*

[johannesviii]

The Adventuress of Henrietta Street

Some highlights of the last EDA I’ve read (The Adventuress of Henrietta Street).

I took these screens while reading, along with my reactions. As usual, this is full of spoilers.

“Let’s wish for something simpler next time. I need a break.” (me, right after reading Grimm Reality)

OH SHIT OH PLEASE NO NOT NOW. NOT. NOW.

This is not what I wanted.

I’m not going to make any friends here, first because I’m sure this book has a ton of fans, and second because I don’t dislike it for the reasons you might expect. Sure, it sidelines Fitz and Anji, sure, the ideas aren’t as numerous or groundbreaking as the ones in Alien Bodies and Interference, sure, the pace is extremely slow, sure, it does some debatable things with the internal logic of the series, and yes, sure, it mostly takes place in a brothel. But while these things can be considered problems, they’re not real problems to me. Some of the most creative things in this story are actually possible thanks to them.

No. I have a problem with the way this story is written and framed. And I can already hear someone saying something like "what, is the academic style too much for your small brain?", but I actually think it doesn’t go far enough with its fake academic style.

By all means, write a fake pseudo-academic paper! Invent a ton of fake sources and names! Write horribly long digressions in footnotes until they eat up the rest of the page! Analyse this story like a bad history student and put on paper some really weird conclusions about it- most of them probably wrong. Even if you don’t go all out and write House of Leaves lite, at least write Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell lite, please. Have. fun. with. it.

But it’s not written like a fake master thesis, because there’s no sources, no footnotes, no actual goal or real analysis (right or wrong), and in the end, it’s mostly written like a normal novel, except it has a very flat tone and often digresses to talk about historical events. Reading Henrietta Street is not like proof-reading a badly organised master thesis written by a dispassionate student: it’s like trying to read a novel buried under piles of gratuitous infodumps. And that’s a real shame, because there’s an interesting story somewhere in there. 4,5/10

Okay, this is interesting.

That’s VERY cool.

That part made me laugh pretty hard.

Apparently the biggest danger that sex workers face in their line of work is accidentally summoning demons, and that also made me laugh pretty hard.

I’m not sure this is supposed to be funny, but it sure is.

Aaaaaaand she actually summoned a demon by accident and that guy was killed. Okay.

That’s very nice but there’s a distressing lack of footnotes and fake references in that pseudo-academic book. Also if there’s no quote from the dream journal (or if there’s some, but boring), I will riot.

Okay, first, I have to say Scarlette sounds incredible.

Second, I immediately pictured her like Mylène Farmer’s 18th century libertine persona, except with black hair.

This is probably a bad thing.

Oh my god

Ah, I was starting to wonder where our main idiot was.

Please tell me Eight is fencing with Scarlette. PLEASE.

YESSSSS Oh my god what a wonderful mental picture.

SCARLETTE, NO.

WAIT WTF EIGHT HAS A BEARD NOW?!

Ooohhh, he has finally discovered where he was from and probably what happened to Gallifrey! Interesting!

We already kinda knew that was what made The City of the Dead and its magic possible, but it’s always nice to have a clear confirmation.

I’M HOWLING

"Hello I’m the Doctor, can I stay here" "Sure"

So he’s looking for magicians. And clearly doing some research. I have to ask, though: where are Anji, Fitz and the TARDIS?

Meanwhile, on "The Doctor Is Asexual", episode 75647

These books have recently acquired a strange taste for tarot reading.

Wait, the Doctor is sick?

That’s all very interesting but could you please hurry up a little bit?

Again, I wish this kind of fake document had fake sources and/or footnotes to accompany it.

Again, I wish there was a fake drawing and a fake source there.

Interesting.

Also... is it bad if I’d like to read that book instead of the one I’m currently reading?

So the demons actually look like apes. Uh.

How much do you want to bet these creatures were inspired by this painting?

I love this dialogue.

What is your plan and what the hell are you trying to do.

"When Scarlette asked reasonably what on Earth she thought she was doing"

I laughed out loud at this awful, awful typo in French. That should be "par les couilles" and the level of sheer incompetence on display here is worse than any misused French ever printed in these books (yes, even the non-sentences of The Turing Test).

If you don’t speak the language, don’t pretend you do & send it to an editor anyway. You already know I don’t speak English very well, but you don’t see me trying to get my English typos printed in a book costing actual money and bought by actual people.

What are you trying to achieve.

Well you’re not wrong.

FINALLY

This is a wonderful little scene.

"It’s worth stopping" YEAH YOU THINK

WAIT WHAT, THEY DIDN’T ARRIVE WITH THE TARDIS

WHAT’S GOING ON

Another wonderful mental image.

Okay so I think that’s an important character. I don’t think anyone spoiled me anything too important about this book, but I’m pretty sure this guy comes back later.

The fact I didn’t stop to consider how awkwardly Fitz would behave in a brothel is all you need to prove how innocent minded I tend to be

This would be so much better if it was either written completely like a fake academic work or completely like a novel, because this weird hybrid thing isn’t working.

CUTE

How much do you want to bet he did a James Bond impression.

Fitz no.

Also this is a pretty great scene.

Is that a compliment or an insult

Oh. So he was looking for magicians of sorts who could act as a replacement for the Time Lords?

Anji as a prophet and a force of nature is a marvellous thought.

"But they had a tendency to giggle every time [Fitz] walked past"

Okay, I guess Sabbath is bad news, then.

 Is Sabbath actually human? Because if he’s a Time Lord survivor, that would explain a lot of things.

Probably panic.

It’s not a real EDA until someone is coughing up blood

Or because this book is clumsily organised.

And here’s another typo in French (éventrés).

Also who is that random guy with a rosette and why is he, like, metaphorically eating popcorns in the background?

Is that battleship a TARDIS?

It’s completely anachronistic, so it could very well be.

A question you could be asking yourself in quite a lot of these books, Doctor.

Take a shot every time an adjective reminds you that Sabbath is fat.

I’M HOWLING

Ohhhh is it his fault because he destroyed Gallifrey? Is that it?

What the fuck are you two talking about.

So the wedding is some sort of ritual? What?

What inspired the author to sit down and write this book also remains unclear.

That still sounds wonderful and I’d gladly read that book if it existed. Although it’s easy to picture it like some sort of Codex Seraphinianus variant.

A strange way to talk about regeneration, but a pretty cool one.

Of course, Doctor, of course.

Why is the author so fucking terrified by this very mundane detail about women.

"Assassin" as a noun doesn’t have a feminine equivalent so this is yet another typo in French.

Ohhh, is he trying to rebuild a TARDIS? Where is the real TARDIS, anyway?

You really don’t want Anji to have any kind of major role in that story, do you?

So this is what the ‘horizon’ is like. I like the black sun thing. Well okay it’s a bit of a goth cliché, but still.

I SPAT OUT MY TEA

DON’T MAKE ME THINK OF BETTER STORIES

And I’m pretty sure this would be a lot more dramatic if this book was written like a novel OR like a cold academic piece, but it’s neither, so it just sounds disinterested.

At least we have excerpts from the dream journal mentioned at the beginning!

...we know. It’s a very, very mundane thing, dude. It happens when a lot of women are living together. It happens in nunneries too. There’s nothing magical or evil about it, and this is getting very ridiculous.

Recently, in one of these liveblogs, I was wondering how many stories had living planets in Doctor Who and particularly in the EDAs... so I’m glad somebody else thought it was a recurring theme as well.

No seriously who the fuck is this guy.

Okay okay I laughed pretty hard.

I seriously doubt that.

138 PDF pages, and next to nothing has happened yet, apart from a lot of exposition.

Yes okay but could you please do something with this idea instead of just exposing it layer after layer?

A bit too meta for my taste, but still enjoyable.

Again, more explanations for this very cool concept, but nothing new.

Okay. Now do something.

We knew this already. Now do something with it.

An interesting parallel but the book still refuses to do anything with its ideas at this point.

Meanwhile, nothing happens.

YOU DON’T SAY

OH. Okay. At least we know the purpose of that wedding thing now.

It’s… very weird, honestly. I mean, the Doctor never really had ‘roots’ with Gallifrey, he hated the place (in Classic Who, at least – and in New Who as soon at it existed again) and tried to get away from it as soon as he could. But hey, fluidity in canon and all that, so why not. Can’t say I like it, but yeah, why not.

Meanwhile the Doctor gets worse and worse and Fitz finds yet another girlfriend "out of boredom"- which is understandable at this point.

Usually I would be like "OH NO" but since something is happening at last, I’m like "OH MY GOD, FINALLY"

Wait wait wait.

You know I try to avoid spoilers for these books but I couldn’t avoid this one. So.

Is this the book where Eight loses a f█cking HEART

I WISH

And now the Babewyns have a leader, since you persisted to do nothing.

Again, I wish this book was full of fake sources for this kind of things.

Good description of the TARDIS’ sound!

Finally, someone’s doing something about the Babewyns! Go Scarlette!

I like this detail.

WAIT A F█CKING SECOND

IS THAT THE MASTER

IS THE MASTER JUST CHILLING IN THE BACKGROUND OF THIS STORY WITH POPCORNS WHILE WAITING FOR THE SHIT TO HIT THE FAN

Okay, so the wedding plans had to be changed and now the bride will be Scarlette.

And the Master is drinking in the background, like:

Eh eh, so Moffat wasn’t the first one to think about this!

Take a shot every time an adjective reminds you that Sabbath is fat.

Holy shit, Scarlette rules.

And this is very sweet.

Well you’re not wrong.

Eight you are literally dying, there is no shame in using a wheelchair, okay

This is a great mental picture.

I’m pretty sure "howl of laughter" wasn’t the intended reaction, but I’m sorry, he kissed Scarlette and instantly started the apocalypse, I can’t stop laughing

You know what, just for fun, I am going to pretend this is a post-apocalyptic version of the Library of the Serpent’s Hand from the SCP mythos.

Ooooooh boy.

YEP. YEP, YOU ARE THE MASTER. YOU LITTLE SHIT.

At least he’s being reasonable for once.

How very convenient for you.

Yes I was about to ask, could you please hurry up and die already?

OH SHIT JULIETTE HANGED HERSELF.

YEAH YOU THINK

ISN’T THAT OBVIOUS WTF

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

FDSDFGHFDSGHFDFH I KNEW IT

To be honest, this book is FINALLY getting intense and interesting.

WELP, FITZ ISN’T THE LEADER ANYMORE, BYE BYE FITZ

YOU DON’T SAY

Bye bye, Master.

You weren’t very useful, were you.

YOU DON’T SAY

This place looks terrifying in my head.

Finally, FINALLY, this book is gripping.

But it took the Doctor, literally dying on the floor, in a pool of black blood, in a post-apocalyptic dimension for it to become gripping.

Or just a self-insert.

OHHHH HERE IT COMES, FOLKS.

Ah yes, one last typo in French, just because.

YOU DON’T SAY

Hey, isn’t that the cover?

SFSDFGHGFDHHHH ONE OF YOUR HEARTS WAS LITERALLY TORN AWAY FROM YOUR DYING BODY FIVE MINUTES AGO, CAN YOU PLEASE SIT DOWN FOR A SECOND BEFORE CHALLENGING GIANT MONSTERS IN A FIGHT TO THE DEATH

Hi happy Eight, we missed you!

YES BUT SCARLETTE WITH A SWORD IS AMAZING

Holy shit, Eight.

Holy shit dude.

I hope Scarlette isn’t really dead.

Apparently she is. F█ck.

There’s hugs, though. Hugs are always good.

DOCTOR WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING

COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT

OH SHIT SCARLETTE FAKED HER OWN DEATH

And she’s still pretty great, too.

How very convenient for you.

EXTREMELY OMINOUS.

Phew. I’m glad this book is over. It was just as exhausting as the previous one, although in completely different ways.

[asidian]

Ooohhh could you do how they met PromNyx style!

Author’s Notes: Oh, man. I hope I did Nyx justice! It’s my first time writing him, and here is the part where I shame-facedly admit that I only watched Kingsglaive once and fell asleep during part of the final battle scene, h-haha. orz 

I hope this is something close to what you wanted, though! I tried. ^^

===

In Which the Citadel is Intimidating and Prompto Develops Crushes Easily

===

It’s Prompto’s second time in the Citadel, and the first time doesn’t count.

The first time, he was eight years old, one of a gaggle of kids in matching yellow hats, trailing behind their teacher to stare at the classical art that hangs on the walls, stately and beautiful.

Prompto remembers being intimidated by the paintings then. They’re all of things bigger than he is – Astrals and prophecies and kings of the past.

He’s intimidated by them now, but it’s not because of the subject matter or even the artistic talent. It’s because he recognizes this room. He knows it’s closed to the public after tours stop for the day, and it’s got to be past 9 pm.

“Noct?” says Prompto, in a hushed not-quite-whisper.

But nope – Noct’s vanished, as though by magic. One second, Prompto was pausing to take a picture of an ancient marble bust, the next he looked up and his best friend was gone.

Suddenly, Prompto glimpses a prophecy of his own, some ominous portent of the not-so-distant future. He’s going to wander the twisting hallways in increasing panic until he has a heart attack right here on the polished marble flooring.

“Noct?” says Prompto again, a little louder.

It’s not Noct’s voice that answers. It’s a voice that’s less mild – more self-assured. It says, “Hey, kid. You can’t be here.”

Prompto just about jumps out of his skin. He spins around, heart in his throat, and comes face to face with – a guard, he guesses? But he’s pretty sure that’s a kingsglaive uniform. It’s not what the other Citadel guards were wearing on the way in, anyway.

“Um,” says Prompto, and while his mouth forgets how to work, his eyes take in the view.

The guy is gorgeous; there’s no two ways about it. He’s got a sculpted jaw dotted with stubble, and a uniform that hugs broad shoulders, and alert, intelligent eyes. He’s also got great lips, and Prompto stares so long that the guy clears his throat and says, “Hey. You listening? This wing closes at 7. You lost or something?”

“Uh,” says Prompto, and scrambles for something to say that won’t make him look like he’s an idiot schoolkid.

Problem is, he is an idiot schoolkid.

And this guy. This guy has got to have more than ten years on him. He’s every bit as cool as Prompto wants to be when he hits thirty.

Now is not the time, he tells his raging hormones, to develop a random crush on some random guard in the middle of a random Citadel hallway. But that’s the problem with hormones. They just don’t listen.

“I, uh,” says Prompto.

Before he can find something to say – before his brain can manage to put the words “I lost the prince,” together in a way that doesn’t sound like the world’s worst scam – Noct’s voice drifts in from the hall behind him.

“There you are,” says Noct, and just the sound shuts up the panic ringing through him like alarm bells.

“Yeah,” says Prompto, weakly. “Here I am.”

The guard’s eyes are on him. Noct’s eyes are on him, too.

“I was taking pictures,” he manages, throat dry. “Sorry. I, uh. I should’ve said.”

“Didn’t know you were into art history,” says Noct, smile wry. He’s close enough to elbow Prompto companionably in the side, and he does. “We oughtta go to the museum sometime.”

“Dude,” says Prompto. “This place practically is a museum. The guy who made that statue bit it like 300 years ago.”

The guard’s smiling now, too, a little. It lightens up the grim and brooding vibe – makes him look about twenty times more approachable. His lips really are great, and Prompto’s face feels hotter than the surface of the sun. He’s staring again and can’t seem to stop.

“Anyway,” says Prompto, tearing his eyes away by sheer force of will. “You were saying something about a garden, right? Let’s go check it out.”

He seizes Noct’s wrist in a desperate grip and hauls him off down the hallway, hell-bent on escaping before he makes an even bigger idiot of himself. Noct trails after, laughing the whole way, probably because knows exactly what it means when Prompto turns this particular shade of ripe tomato red.

Prompto’s never going to hear the end of this. He’ll be ninety, lying on his deathbed, and old man Noct will be by his side, telling their grandkids about that one time in the Citadel’s west wing.

It takes Noct two full minutes to stop laughing, because he’s kind of the worst best friend ever.

[radiumkind]

“The Sexy Librarian and the Ghost of Dorian Gray: Or, Vince and Howard Does Role Play”

Warning:

•PG-13 with sexual themes

•WIP

Don’t mind how massive Vince is… 

Image edited @ 11/3/18

Warning: PG-13 with sexual themes

“Dorian Gray in Penny Dreadful?–he was pretty hot.  But I bet I can play Dorian Gray better than that twink.“

“Do you now?”

“Think about it–I’m the confuser.  I’m a charming, Camden royalty, and I’m pretty sexy.”

Vince daydreamed how perfect a role play this would be for him and Howard.  Howard would be a sexy–in a dorky way–librarian who’s been graced with the ghost of Dorian Gray’s knowledge of earthly delights.

“Have you actually read The Picture of Dorian Gray?”

“Nah, ‘s too complicated.  But I’ve seen the films and the panto.”

“There was a panto of ‘Dorian Gray’?”  Howard could not believe it; it’s hardly a family entertainment.

“Yeh.  Last Christmas, it was.  Leroy was in it–they made it all sexy and psychedelic.”

“This is still pantomime you’re speaking of?”

“Have you lost your hearin’?  Yes, and it was amazin’!”

*

“So?  What’dya say Howard? You’ll be a dusty, virgin librarian and I’ll be the ghost of Dorian Gray.”

“You know he was a fictional character.”

“He comes to life from a crackly old book ‘cos its well dingy in there.”

“Old books would be a splendid place to live in–so much culture and history.  Secrets and intrigue.  Those smells are the primal fragrance of the humanity.”

“What you’re smellin’s mildew and some tosser’s 100 year-old drool, more like.”

“It was not a sexually explicit book.”

“No, but for moldy, Victorian types, that go to the libraries, I can see little Dorian causin’ some excitement.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, little man.  Library is a very sexual place, indeed–and librarians are the most sexually ferocious beings in the world.  They are equipped with millennia of coital knowledge; you can’t get to the bottom of it–even if you shagged them everyday for the rest of your life.  They’d always have something up their cardigan sleeves.”

“As if!”

“How would you know? You’ve never stepped your twinkly, booted foot in a library in your life.”

“I have!  That time in year 5, I got the audio book narrated by Mick Jagger, but when I opened the case at home, it had a second volume of The Famous Rocks of the World! I swore never to go back there again.”

“What did you do with the audio book?”

“I threw it away.”

“Vince!  That is heresy!”

“Well, nobody’s gonna listen to 2 hours of some geezer describing rocks with no pictures.”  

“You are unbelievable.  It’s people like you that give grief to the honest library goers.  You are an enemy of the state.”

“Come off it, I’m sure it’s livin’ happily on the bottom of the canal with some slaggy, but well meaning, cassette player.”

“Well, I’d be afraid if I were you, little man, those who don’t pay the fine will see the wrath of the shadow librarians”

“Wot?  Who are they?”

“They are the MI-6 of the British Library.  They work in the shadow of the night to punish those who commit the most heinous of library crimes, and cheekily collect the unpaid fines. They are only legends, but once in a blue moon, a regular library patron stops showing up.  Just, poof!”

“Maybe they died…or moved.”

“Nooo.  Because the patron’s name will suddenly disappear from the checkout cards–everything they’d borrowed, no longer bears their name.”

“No way! That is well creepy.”

“Creepy is their game, little man.  That’s why you should never piss off the librarians.”

“Ooohhh.  I don’t know if I wanna do this role play anymore, Howard.”

“What…wait a second. It’s not that scary, it’s merely a legend you know.”

“They seem legit, with the names disappearin’ and all that–sounds like they’re right wankers.”

“Well, you know, maybe I can talk to them and…negotiate.  I speak fluent Shadow Librarian…-nian.  I bet they’ll listen to my pleas, yeah?”

“You’d do that for me, Howard?”

“Of course, Vince.  It’s you and me all the way.  I wouldn’t let those tossers touch you with their dry, oil-less fingers.”

“Aw, Howard, you’re a diamond.”

“No problem, little man.”

Vince looks up at Howard with a sultry look. “Huh.  Then you’ll do it, then?

“Absolutely.”

"For real? If librarians are so horny–”

“They aren’t horny–they are just sexually…enlightened.”

“Whatever.”

*

"Vince? Is that a smoke machine?”

“Yeah.”

“Why on earth do you have that?”

“For my appearance, you jack of clubs!  Makes it realistic, and that.”

*

“Howard…Howard…”

Howard looks around but gets back to the task at hand.

“Howard…Howard, Howard, Howard, Howard!”

“Do I hear a wind?”

“…tosser.”

“What was that?”

“That got your attention, you prick.”

“You don’t seem like an apparition with that attitude.”

“Never mind that. Lets get it on.”

“I was just setting a scene, don’t you see?”

“I’m the star here!”

“What–why are you the star?  There’s no star in a role play!”

“Well, no…but if it was a play, I’d be one.”

“You narcissistic twat, I thought this was going to be–”  Howard stopped himself and looked away.  

Oh no, Howard’s upset now.  This had taken a surprisingly fast turn south.  “What is it, Howard?”

Howard sighed.  “You always make it about you; I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”  

That was true, thought Vince.  “Then why are you in a strop?”

“I just wanted you to take my knowledge of library seriously.  I am the librarian.”

“Well, you’re not a real librarian.”

“You bloody aren’t Dorian Gray!”

Even Vince couldn’t argue with that.    

“Alright, I’ll respect your creepy library fetish.”

“…You are incorrigible.  It was your idea, you know.  You’re the one who wanted to objectify me in a sexy wool jumper and tweed suit.”

“Objectify you?  I was settin’ up the best role play for you to objectify me, you numpty!”

“And we’re back to this again!”

“AND, it’s not your moldy jumper that does things for me!”

“Wha…Then what is it?”

“…It’s nothin. Never mind all that, lets just get on with it.”

“No, I’d like to know.  What is it about me that turns you on?” Howard was grinning–so smug!

“…s’ the glasses.”

“What?”

“THE GLASSES! Have you gone senile!?”

“These?  The tricks of the trade for nerds and geeks worldwide?  The librarian’s friend?  The blind man’s–”

“Alright!  Stop goin’ on about it!”

“You think I’m sexy in these.  Vince Noir, I have never…” Howard tutted, seductively lowered the horn rimmed specs, and examined the blushing younger man in mock scandal.  Vince can almost hear him thinking: ‘I can’t believe you just said that you little tart, see me after class for extra lessons’.  The air in the room was suddenly stifling.

“Unf…whatever…”  Vince, burning red from the bookworm’s assaults, picked up a glass of absinth and finished it in one gulp. The ghost of Dorian was feeling terribly embarrassed and turned on.  He wanted revenge for the unexpected seduction from this chalky librarian.    

The End…?

[dazedtrains]

1-65

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

All the time, which most of the times leads to panic attacks. :/

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

2.4 because I have to shut the door of the room I’m in or I can’t sleep because if someone breaks in they know I’m home. AND THEN I DIE, which leads to panic attacks when I sleep in the same room as my sister, Kayak, who has to sleep with the door open or the monsters that she imagines will eat her pancreas.

3. The person you would never want to meet?

My next math teacher.

4. What is your favorite word?

murder. just say murder and I’m listening, though not as many times as @madeyesims has used it *those eye emojis that everyone in the PP discord love*

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

A dormant one.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

I look like a congressman in crisis.

7. What shirt are you wearing?

A Jurrasic park shirt.

8. What do you label yourself as?

A distressed congressman, but with less rights and no will to live.

9. Bright room or dark room?

dark. except when im trying to take photos, im talking to you mother.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

WHY DO YOU WNAT TO KNOW? 

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

probably 16 because I’m finally being the gender, or rather making the transition into the gender, I’ve always believed I was but wasn’t allowed to be.

12. Who told you they loved you last?

Probably Kai.

13. Your worst enemy?

AHAHHAHA I have so many of those things.

14. What is your current desktop picture?

We dont talk about that.

15. Do you like someone?

@utopian-sims AKA MY LOVE

16. The last song you listened to?

Pray by Sam Smith

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

UGHH THERES A LONG LIST BUT ILL START WITH WHO EVER MADE THE NET NEUTRALITY PROBLEM SO MY BABE COULD CALM DOWN

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

Donald Trump

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

Alex Høgh Andersen, and so many things. I may be asexual, but it would be so many things.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

Um, my eyes, because they turn orangey in the sunlight.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

HOW DOES THIS APPLY TO ME? But since im technically and legally classed as female right now, I would say hot and a lot of things, probably send selfies to my babe with really cheesey pick up lines.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

I can knit without looking.

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

no spaghetti.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

its going to be spaghetti, with garlic bread as the sandwich bread.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

probably put it in savings because im broke, but only after getting some BBQ.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Canada.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

Everyone is equal.

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Cunt

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

my laptop, because i have the level legacy on here and im not remaking them all again.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Any father daughter bonding time that i was forced to attend. AKA the only time.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

Canada

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

Maxine.

34. What was your last dream about?

I married a sock and socks took over the world and i was forced to raise my sock children with the forced sock beliefs and attend sock temple.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

Boy. and yes.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

Yes.

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

No. D:

38. What is the color of your socks?

im wearing blue socks with little rainbows all over them.

39. What type of music do you like?

most. except the one where its just screaming and country.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunsets. sunrise means the sun will be there and i hate squinting.

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

CHOCOLATE

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

my dad likes the redskins, and im kinda just supporting them so i can continue to live in this house

43. Do you have any scars?

yeah, like on my finger, i chopped a small chunk off on accident in math class and my teacher didnt beleive me. now it kinda looks like a scale so when im around little children i claim to be part dragon.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

a Speech Language Pathologist or a therapist of the gender sort.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I THINK THIS IS VERY OBVIOUS

46. Are you reliable?

yeah. i mean i hope i am.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

are you accepted?

48. Do you hold grudges?

OOOHHH yeah

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

A sloth unicorn

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

i have so many thooo

51. Are you a good liar?

i think i am

52. How long could you go without talking?

4 days 6 hours and 10 minutes.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

long.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

yeas.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

country, confused.

56. What do you like on your toast?

cinnamon and butter or peanut butter

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

my teacher, Mr. Mungo, you can check it out on instagram, my handle is artbythecactus

58. What would be you dream car?

the camaro in my papa’s backyard. in it’s original paint aka bumble bee

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

i daydream.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

sometimes. you should never ask my dad this question.

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

yes.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

F

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE GOD DAMN IT

64. What do you think about babies?

they should really get out more. and that if i ever spawn they are only wearing costumes until they can tell me their pronouns.

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

YOU DIDNT ASK ANY THING OMLLLL

[worldcakecakecake]

Good Luck Friedrich

A series of video diaries by Isabella Beilschmidt for her baby brother, Friedrich, where she details and explains the lives of their hectic family.

                                                     Video 3

As she raised the camera to the center of the room, it focused its vision on her elder sister, Analiese, who was currently picking, throwing and only adding more as she brought from upstairs.

“Friedrich, I want to let you know that she’s not leaving to Paris till next month,” Isabella began, watching as Analiese groaned once again about a match she had made before she went for another one.

“That one is pretty,” Giovanna pointed to the newest match, a beautiful long red skirt with a small white shirt. Isabella thought that with the right white heels and jewelry it would be an outfit of splendor perfect for the type of strutting she imagined her older sister will take in the streets of Paris.

“Of course it’s not! Everyone is repeating this style right now. I can’t let myself be part of such lack of originality.” To the floor, back to searching through the many piles.

“Analiese starts high school in September, and not just any high school, oh no, she got accepted into a specialized designing school working with all kinds of important fashion and modeling companies. She drove herself crazy last year trying to get in, but luckily she had a big help from uncle Francis, who she’ll be staying with when she leaves to Paris again. With the meaning, she’s dedicated on trying to look the best the school has ever seen.”

“Yes, talk about my feats! Let our little brother know of the fabulous and beautiful elder sister he has!” She praised, striking poses to exaggerate herself.

Isabella and Giovanna did a unified roll of their eyes.

“Ah yes, this is perfect!” She finally decided on a dress, a retro styled navy blue one that flowed perfectly. She placed it inside the large open luggage on the sofa, with only but a couple of things of her late choice that didn’t even fill it half way.

As Analiese searched on for something else, Giovanna spotted a peach colored tutu with beautifully decorating flowers that hanged like real fallen ones.

“Ooohhh, this is really cute,” she appointed, picking it up and putting it over herself to try out.

“That’s one of the first things I ever created, I was ten I think,” Analiese mentioned as she settled on another pair of jeans, pants and shirts.

“You should bring it!”

“Definitely not! That would be an embarrassment!”

“Then can I keep it,” Giovanna excited, a begging and pout that Analiese couldn’t resist.

“Sure, in fact, there’s a lot of things around here that I can give you.” And thus a new search started for Analiese’s entire old princess, flowery and pastel wardrobe that she had no use of anymore.

It was in that moment that Ludwig headed downstairs, Friedrich cuddled on his shoulder and chest, his head swimming with ideas on what to cook with Feliciano out for the rest of the day. He instantly stopped when he saw the mess, clear distaste in his eyes, trying to remain calm as to not disturb Friedrich. He directed a questioning gaze to the camera, obviously expecting Isabella to explain.

“She’s preparing her luggage for Paris."

“But she’s not leaving till September,” Ludwig raised an eyebrow.

“She really wants to be prepared!” Giovanna added to defend.

“You shouldn’t even talk, vatti. When we have visitors, you expect us to have our rooms ready weeks before they come,” Analiese reminded with a groan and instantly Ludwig knew he shouldn’t mention anything else.

“Ooohhh, look, look, look at these pretty crowns!” Giovanna found a whole pile of them.

“Oh mio dio! I used to love these!” Analiese leaned down and began picking some of her favorites, memories running through her head.

She held up a blue one of roses, a laugh and a smile reigning on her face as she recalled a particular memory. “Do you remember these, vatti?”

Ludwig had to lean close to recognize, then being tainted with the same smile, one Friedrich seemed to look with question to its suddenness.

“What is it?” Giovanna questioned.

“It used to be my own flower crown,” Ludwig admitted.

“You had a flower crown!” Giovanna couldn’t believe.

“Of course, I wore it whenever I was invited to special tea parties with the fairy council.”

Analiese laughed.

“The fairy council!” Giovanna kept getting impressed.

“Yes, I used to make the best tea parties, with plenty of treats no creature could deny. I had fairy queens, wizards and princes join me every afternoon,” Analiese told like it had been a real honor and it only made Giovanna’s eyes sparkle the more.

“Now,” she turned, facing Ludwig, with a look, a positioning, and the blond knew what was coming, but he smiled and prepared himself none the less.

“Welcome, Sir Ludwig of the Anikis. You have been chosen as an honorable guest to partake in my tea party, bow to receive your crown as a gift to your presence,” Analiese bellowed with the true grace of a princess in her voice.

To their surprise, their alpha father actually took an exaggerated bow, holding Friedrich still tightly to him as he offered his head. Giovanna rolled in anticipation on the coach, while the camera vibrated with Isabella’s chuckles.

“This is the crown of impossibility, to your feats in the pass of Bayka, for defending against a billion forces that no other would have been brave enough to face, and thus giving you passage to my table of tea and candy!” Analiese called with now more clarity, that childish tone and stuttering all but gone, yet somehow Ludwig could clearly hear the echo of those past memories, of back when Analiese was just his little fairy princess. 

Analiese placed the crown, her shinning smile still large, her movements with elegance, truly like a crowning taking place on a fantasy meadow.

“Truly an honor to be at your table tonight, your highness. I shall remember this forever and keep it in my heart the next time I heed into a fearsome battle!” Ludwig bellowed with just the perfect act, despite the years being as true as if they were still stuck in those moments of imagination.

“Arise powerful knight, arise and show yourself proudly!” And Ludwig did, closing his eyes, extending the arm that wasn’t holding to Friedrich and letting himself show as if heavenly lights were shinning on him. 

“I have been baptized by the princess! Long live the princess! Long live princess Analiese, who I shall always defend proudly with this!” And he turned away in finalization like he was off to battle…when seriously he just really needed to start working on dinner for tonight.

He left the girls to laugh at the living room, just as stairs echoed with the last members of the house.

“Did we really just miss that?!” Alessandro was disappointed.

Behind him followed Heinrich and Aldrich, who seemed to be tired with whatever they had been doing upstairs and wanted some unwinding time downstairs somehow. They moved around the mess and settled themselves in a couch, looking curiously among the room for something to do.

“You did, but…” Analiese noticed that there were indeed several other flower crowns and so an idea hatched. Before they knew it, Analiese was celebrating all kinds of ceremonials for each of her brothers and sisters, with different stories and feats, different flower crowns that none had a problem with wearing proudly, especially Giovanna, who began twirling and dancing, going over to Ludwig so her father could compliment it endearingly as he beat some eggs and prepared the broiler. Even Friedrich was given his own, one of purple edelweiss that made him quite the charm that had the whole family cooing.

“I feel so pretty,” Alessandro said as he took a selfie of his own green carnations.

“Are we going to stay with these on for the rest of the day?” Heinrich wondered, looking rather reluctant even with his own aqua blue anemones.

“We have to! Papa has to see us like this!” Giovanna was so excited she was still jumping all over, now trying climb up from the back of a couch, Alessandro and Heinrich having to help her.

“He’s not arriving till dinner though,” Aldrich knew, adjusting his own pink pansies.

“Well we’re all here, might as well entertain ourselves with something,” Analiese suggested as she went back to choosing things for her luggage. She really needed to clear the living room before their papa arrived.

“I was actually meaning of taping another story for Friedrich,” Isabella reminded.

“Oh, what’s this one going to be about?” Giovanna wondered excitedly, already sitting and settling herself to hear over Heinrich’s lap.

“About how Analiese and I came into the picture.”

The person in question perked up, with an interested and eager smile.

“Awesome, we can add some things ourselves,” Alessandro suggested.

“We were two and five,” Heinrich reminded.

“Still,” Alessandro shrugged.

“Come on, tell it, tell it, tell it,” Giovanna insisted.

“I want to add too,” Aldrich suggested as he came close for the camera to capture as well.

“All right, we’re all going to be a part of this then?” They all nodded, ready. “Okay, so…”

  Ludwig arrived with a heavy loud break that announced his arrival to the entire valley. He couldn’t care about it as he rushed out of the car and into the house.

His twins were now two years old, which was just as long as he had been in the house, more or less. They worked with the plumbing, had working bathrooms, normal kitchen appliances and could finally cook in the comfort of their own home. His room with Feliciano was still a process, as well as with many other ones in the house, the outer appearance and yard, also the living room and terrace, which they held in favor of working on a garden. But they weren’t in any hurry, the twins had their room, the halls and stairs were sufficient enough to run upon, the living room had space for them to play since it didn’t have furniture or decorations yet, with doors and windows open to let a perfect breeze enter from these beginning summer days. When he entered, he quickly spotted the three loveliest people in his life, all sitting together on the floor as they worked on finger painting a large paper. Ludwig couldn’t bother to care about the mess the three were in, didn’t care to interrupt whatever Feliciano was trying to teach them, he easily scooped the three in his arms to sway, all laughing and letting themselves be spun in this sudden show of excitement. Both the boys were now shouting and trying to scream out for a repeat, but that was as much as Ludwig was willing to give them. He took each one into his strong arms, raising them both so he could leave kisses to both their heads, which they continued to giggle at, extending their little hands to wrap around him, wanting more of this love, but there was someone else waiting his turn. He placed them on the floor, taking Feliciano into a spin for himself, dipping him out nowhere for a lighting kiss. It got the twins losing interest and heading back to their drawing, just as Ludwig and Feliciano departed from their kiss, the smaller rather disorientated, not expecting such an outburst from Ludwig.

“Caro, is everything all right?” He wondered.

“Remember that company I told you about and how they were opening a base in St. Moritz?”

“Sì, you mentioned the owner used to work with you dad."

“They gave me an interview today! They were really impressed and instantly gave me a position as an assistant supervisor!”

“They did! Without worrying about-”

“Yes! They didn’t care! They just wanted my work! It’s only a couple minutes’ drive from here, nine to five, weekends free and the pay is incredible!” Ludwig even shook Feliciano in his excitement.

“Re-re-rea-really?” Feliciano couldn’t believe. More pay meant not depending on Vash and Lili constantly, on paying their bills on time, doing more for the still constructing house and especially for their toddlers.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” And they spun once again, both laughing and shouting, which definitely had the boys staring, lost and wondering why their fathers couldn’t just come back down and join them in their painting.

“Boys!” Ludwig called, picking them up once again in his arms as he separated from Feliciano leaving him breathless. “Tonight we are celebrating. Anything particular you want to eat?”

The boys began wondering and thinking, hands moving and trying to show what they wanted, their speech a small one that hadn’t developed enough.

“Marinana!” Heinrich managed to word.

“Pata!” Alessandro added.

That was code for spaghetti.

Ludwig rolled his eyes. Definitely the sons of their omega father. Never the less, the two began their preparations for Feliciano’s special spaghetti, along with a salad, a mix of nuts to choose from, and a strawberry shortcake Ludwig offered to make for dessert. Feliciano settled with preparing the table, the boys running around and offering to help as best as they could, and of course Feliciano let them place the plates, grab some flowers from the terrace to put in a vase and even choose from a collection of animal shaped cups for all to have their drinks in. A domestic and beautiful scene that couldn’t stop the smile Ludwig wore as he watched over all the things currently boiling and cooking.

As he turned to mix the sauce Feliciano had prepared, his gaze caught a calendar stuck to the refrigerator’s side. In it Feliciano marked the days he was supposed to finish paintings and other projects to deliver or send to customers, as well as activities and festivals going around the area, sure to take the family or just Heinrich and Alessandro. Ludwig also recognized the days of his heat, noticing that in fact Feliciano should be in his heat for most of the day and even tonight. He must have taken suppressants, for he worked as normally as ever with their twins, laughing, picking them up to kiss, caress and play.

He knew it wouldn’t last long though, surely by tonight the effects would be gone…which meant they could have other ways of celebrating.

  They really hated how loud the springs of the bed could be, but oh how delicious it was for both to move like this. Feliciano did try hard to hide the sudden high moan, trying to control himself by holding tighter to the headboard, giving a stronger bite to his lips, but it weakened every time Ludwig thrust just in that spot, joined with a kiss and a bite to his body, which only made him weaker to be responsive with his voice, with his very body, which only worsen the squeak of the bed. Feliciano really hoped the twins were too deep into sleep to hear anything, because oh god had he needed this, oh god how he craved to have Ludwig worshipping and giving into his deep lust for him, driven themselves in ecstasy and reach that made them forget everything else outside of the warmth of this room.

Ludwig released inside him and Feliciano joined him, a throw, a force that made Feliciano forget, focused better on the heights, on holding, on their fall just being with each other, kissing, caressing, whispering sweet words to enunciate their love and want.

How they wished it could be more everlasting, that they could cherish every drop, every force of their bodies against each other, no matter if this was already the second time this night.

A little knock interrupted it.

“Vatti! Papa!” They could recognize Alessandro’s trembling voice, just outside their door, a begging that made their naked bodies sit between the mess of sheets.

“Caro, what’s wrong?” Feliciano called back.

“Scared,” he could only admit, Ludwig and Feliciano knowing he was jumping in impatience, knocking once again, wanting instant entrance. It all meant a night in which their son would want to sleep with them, no matter the actions they had committed in that very bed.

With heavy sighs, they had to stand, having to be quick in getting rid of everything.

“Okay caro, just wait a bit while we…nightmare and monster proof the room,” Feliciano excused, which earned a chuckle from Ludwig as he picked new underwear, riding of the sheets and getting new ones to place. Feliciano dressed himself in his own underwear, turning a humidifier that worked on riding any air from the heat he just shared with Ludwig. It was a loud and annoying sound that surely alerted Alessandro, but yet he laughed at what his young imagination concocted.

“Is the monster sweeper!” He identified, proud.

Feliciano laughed, but he joined along, “yes it is! It’s helping to drive all those fiends away!”

Soon enough everything was hidden in their own drawers, new comfortable sheets and pillows, the room clear of any stenches. Feliciano could unlock the door and in an instant Alessandro dashed inside, with direction to Ludwig, who was sitting on the bed preparing for rest. Alessandro jumped on him, Ludwig catching his little body easily, swaying and beginning to kiss him, even blowing into his belly, which earned a loud laugh.

Ludwig cradled him like he was a baby again, bringing him forward to lay on the bed, cuddling into his chest, his strong arms wrapped well around him, practically covering him from Feliciano’s dreamy gleam.

He closed the door once again, joining the bed’s side, laying a last comforting kiss on Alessandro’s head for rest, another on Ludwig’s lips, before settling…but not too much, he knew what was coming next.

There was a reason he left the door unlocked, for Heinrich would surely wake up with all the sudden noises, sit up, notice that his brother was not in his bed, look around, find that his room was too dark and scary, stand, run along, and…the door opened, his little head peeking in. Ludwig and Feliciano welcomed him with trusting smiles, Feliciano opening his arms and he ran towards them in a shelter from any of the nightmares their imaginations could create. Feliciano cradled him just as tightly, settling him in the center alongside Alessandro, cozy still in Ludwig’s arms, already drifted. Heinrich was well on his way on joining in the same dreams, settling, but making sure that his papa still held him, still protected him. Feliciano lay a kiss on his head giving him that promise, smiling and apologizing to Ludwig, but he didn’t mind, he wore a similar smile, one hand going to caress as Heinrich’s hair, while Feliciano did the same in Alessandro’s.

As sleep began to reach them, they made their hands reach, giving each other those same caresses and hold, a last touch before the four of them settled together.

  A month later, a shining day of July, all curtains were pushed aside to let that heavenly gleam into the art room. It was a long one, filled with all kinds of canvases, some leaning against the wall, others on different easels, on tables, along with paint, clothes, models and any other materials Feliciano thought could work with whatever he would be creating. His current fascination was in painting the very view this room offered on this perfect day, the skies in a beautiful blue, the hills, the trees and the grass a lively green going along with the flourishing of flowers that gave just the touch to give Feliciano the precise inspiration.

He assumed it was done, there was really nothing else he wanted to add, everything that was showed to him that day was replicated well in this painting in enough splendor and detail. It was in that moment that Heinrich stood from his own finger painting with his twin brother, walking over to join his papa’s side, probably expecting to be held, to play and hope that he lets him paint in one of the canvases.

“What do you think?” Feliciano asked to the two year old.

Heinrich eagerly nodded, wanting to touch with his very freshly painted hands to show his content.

“No, no, no, no, what did we say about papa’s paintings?”

“No painting papa’s painting,” he remembered, but still swinging his hands about, Feliciano having to hold them in sweetness.

“That’s right. If you want to paint, you do so in the paper I place for you, all right?” He moved a strand of his waves apart from his bubbly face, showing him a deep smile, a contagious one that Heinrich responded with his own, laughing and moving his hands about again, painting Feliciano’s face wanting his touch.

Feliciano let it slide, he laughed along, coating Heinrich himself in some of the paint in his own hands and it only made him laugh the more.

“Come on, you boys need a bath if you want to help with making dinner.” And Feliciano picked them both up to run them some water, letting them play with some of their water toys as they waited.

Everything was going as normally as he thought, the medicine he had taken that morning should have been sufficient, maybe it was the water that was running, maybe he just hadn’t had good enough sleep, maybe he was just really hungry, but he felt a grand dizziness, a nausea, bile running up his body, making him shiver, making him groan and pain. His sons must have noticed, for they perked, wondering, coming close and trying to see what was going on with him. Luckily the toilet had been right there and in an instant Feliciano was vomiting all his pains and problems into it, trembling and red, having the twins cry and embrace their papa in worry.

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” They panicked, wanting to do something, but no matter what they shouted, how they jumped and moved, nothing would get their omega father to be well.

“I-It’s-It’s all right, it-it’s nothing, papa is all right, just a- just a little sick.” The dizzying, nausea rising up, the bile once again hurled into the mess that was already given.

The twins continued to panic the more.

  “-thank you so much,” and Ludwig finished the call, returning back to the dining table, having forced Feliciano to only have some soup and water for dinner after the events.

“Mrs. Natale said she’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll ask for a day off and stay with the twins,” Ludwig decided.

“You…you shouldn’t.” Feliciano felt rather disappointed, letting his hands be joint by Ludwig’s.

“Feliciano, you’ve been like this the whole week. I’m worried you caught something and I want it to be dealt with as soon as possible.”

“It can’t be… that bad.”

“None of the medicines and treatments have worked. Just go tomorrow so we can be more in the clear.”

And it was decided, both hoping that it wouldn’t be anything dire.

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[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 8x22: “Clip Show”

THEN: Crowley shot Cas in the gut. The Winchesters meet Metatron. Metatron saves Kevin from Crowley. Kevin’s figured out the third trial: cure a demon. Abaddon, a Knight of Hell.

Lost Creek, Colorado.

“I can't believe you finally came up here with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Because of your traumatic experience.

Hello again, Tommy Collins.

His experience really stuck with him.

RIP Tommy Collins. His brother and sister will be devastated.

“You see, the Men of Letters kept files on every demonic possession for the last 300 years, I mean, we've got Borden, Lizzy, all the way to Crane, Ichabod.” Cool.

“Dean, the only thing that's gonna make me feel better is finishing this.” More like make you feel dead-er.

DEAN YOU JERK.

“I like this bunker. It's orderly.”

“Oh, give us a few months. Dean wants to get a ping-pong table.”

Dean’s gonna have his own little man-cave in a couple of years.

(Oh, it just occurred to me that this is Cas’ first time at the Bunker!)

“And the final test, do you – you know what it is?”

“I have to cure a demon.”

“Of what?”

lol

“Soup’s on. There we go. I think this is, uh... Oh, it's still good.”

“Yeah, we're – we're running a little low. I'll make a run.”

“Dean, I can go with you...Dean, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For everything.”

“Everything? Like, uh... Like ignoring us?”

“Yes.”

“Or like bolting off with the Angel Tablet, then losing it 'cause you didn't trust me? You didn't trust me.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah. Nah, that's not gonna cut it. Not this time.”

“Dean, I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Yeah, you always do.”

Dean, I can punch you.

“Hey, uh, do we have a room 7B?” Thanks for interjecting, Sam.

And thanks for defending Cas.

“Dude, if anybody else – I mean anybody – pulled that kind of crap, I would stab them in their neck on principle. Why should I give him a free pass?”

“Because it’s Cas.”

Exactly!

Case 1138. “It was a class 5 infernal event – St. Louis, March 8, 1957.”

“One of the files just had a note written in the margin about room 7B and the word "weird" with three exclamation points.” “Weird!!!”

The discovery of the torture dungeon!

Ok, but who made popcorn if Cas is the only one eating it...and he can’t even taste anything??

Josie. Pre-Abaddon days.

“Hey, those chains look exactly like the ones in our dungeon.”

“In your what?”

lmao

“That wasn't a normal exorcism. They changed the words.”

“I believe ‘lustra’ is Latin for wash or cleanse.”

“Oh, yeah, 'cause that was the most freaky thing was the vocabulary.”

He’s TRYING TO HELP. 

“All right. Let's roll. Not you.”

“Sam is more damaged than I am.”

“Yeah, well, you know, even banged up, Sammy comes through.”

“Dean, I just want to help.”

“We don't need your help. Just stay here and – and get better.”

I SWEAR TO GOD I CAN RIP DEAN’S HEAD OFF.

Talking with Father Simon.

“A demon is a human soul, twisted and corrupted by its time in Hell. Father Thompson believed that you could wash that taint away and restore their humanity.”

Sam’s off to cough his lungs out, but Cas couldn’t help.

“Sammy there is gonna take whatever shredded your friend and every other black-eyed bitch out there, and he's gonna get rid of them for good.”

“He is? In his condition?”

“Father, over the past couple of months, I've seen him do crap that I didn't even think was possible. I mean, sure, he's miserable and he's hurting, but you know what? There's not a doubt in my mind that he's gonna cross that finish line – not one.”

I’m sure Sam would’ve appreciated that.

Ooohhh, Cas is shopping for the Winchesters. (But mainly for Dean, let’s face it.)

I love how all of Cas’ money is crumpled up into balls.

“I think we're out.”

“You don’t understand. I need pie!”

His boyfriend’s mad at him, he’s trying to make it up to him!

“Put the virgin down, Castiel. We need to talk.”

Cas, meet Metatron.

Ha, Cas left with all his purchases.

“Kevin Tran told me about you.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. According to him, you and I have a lot in common. We're both free thinkers. We're both on heaven's most wanted list. I thought we could socialize, maybe grab a bite.”

I don’t trust youuu.

“Just – just picture it. We ride to the rescue, save the day – make a great story.”

Ugh Cas, this is how Crowley got to you. :(

“I can't find Cas. You think he blew town?”

“Sounds like him.”

*angry screeching* D e a n.

Father Thompson’s last exorcism, two days before he died.

“When you crawled into Mr. Kent and ate his children, how did it feel?”

“Orgasmic!”

There’s the change.

“When you ate his children, how did it feel?”

“They were screaming...and I laughed. Why did I laugh? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. God, I was a monster.”

“But now you are a man again. And you have been saved.”  

The son of a gun did it. He cured a demon.

“Do we still have dad's old army field surgeon's kit?” Was John a field surgeon? Or did he take it from someone??

“I think it's time we put humpty dumpty back together again.”

“Coffee, please.”

“Sure. Cool coat.”

“No, it's actually quite warm.”

“Cute and funny – okay.”

Same.

“I've got the plan. You've got the muscle. We can do this. Heaven needs your help, Castiel.” Again, this is how Crowley got to Cas.

“I am the one that caused these problems. I should be the one to fix them.”  Samandriel’s right. Cas’ heart is in the right place, but he cares too much.

A nephilim before Jack: the waitress.

That’s kinda cool actually, how Sam and Dean sewed Abaddon back together.

“We figured kitty didn't need her claws.”

“Then I'll stump you to death. It'll be swell.”

Alright, Black Knight.

“Father Max Thompson, born October 12, 1910. Died August 5, 1958. Who do you think ripped him apart? Word got back to home office that Maxie was messing with things, so we made an example.It wasn't my most artful kill, but it was effective. And bonus – before he died, he told me all about Josie Sands. I found her, and I rode her into the Men of Letters.” Ah, that’s how Abaddon found her.

“666″ aka Crowley.

Abaddon controlling the disembodied hand is pretty cool.

“What the hell – I'm sexting you an address. Check it out. Then we'll talk. Cheerio.” omg, shut up.

She pulled a bullet out with a disembodied hand. Metal af.

Plan A (for Abaddon) is gone.

Prosperity, Indiana.

The case from “Shut Up, Dr. Phil”

RIP Jenny Klein. Killed by Crowley.

So wait, she either never moved or moved back even after the brothers told her to get out and away.

What I don’t get, is that if Crowley is going off the books...how did he know to go after Jenny? She was way after the books.

“I'm gonna gut one person every 12 hours until you bring me the Demon Tablet and stop this whole trials nonsense.”

Crowley was a good villain. I love him, but I also want to cut his tongue out so I don’t have to hear him deliver evil villain-y monologues.

“Indianapolis, the Ivy Motel, room 116. You have 57 minutes.”

MY GIRL SARAH BLAKE!!!

(Why couldn’t Sam have gone back to her during his year off?)

“I know what you are. I could see your halos.” What do they look like?

“You want an abomination? I'll show you an abomination.” Nephilim’s last words.

RIP nephilim. Killed by Cas.

“No. No, he's not.”

I wish I could say he’s right.

Sarah still works with her father, she got married, and she has a daughter. A young, cool mom about to be taken too soon.

“What about you?”

“Me? Pretty much the same, I guess.” 

“No, you're not. You're not the same. Look, it's been years, and I can't even imagine the things you've been through. But I don't know. You just seem...more focused, confident, like... ...like you know what you want. You grew up, Sam.”

Sam and Sarah are still cute together.

“I do miss the old haircut, though.” I kinda do too. (I also resent that these were Sarah’s last words.)

Hell, she had a gun!

“Son of a witch, actually.”

I can’t bear to watch the brothers frantically look for the hexbag or even hear Crowley monologue.

Oh I really want Crowley dead right now, even tho I’ll be sad when he actually goes.

“They're your life's work, and I'm going to rip it apart piece by piece because I can, because you can't stop me, and because when they're all gone, what will you have left?”

RIP Sarah Blake. Killed by Crowley. You deserved better.

Nothing crushed me more with dread than when Dean threw the phone at the wall to reveal the hexbag had been in there the whole time. I wanted to throw my laptop on first viewing.

“Maybe this isn't one we can win. Maybe we should just take the deal.” Sam’s halfway right.

“We'll figure this out. We will. Man, we'll get it done. We'll kick it in the ass like we always do.” Dean’s 100% right.

[bonerofalonelyheart]

Back on my Bullshit

Answering every single question on an ask meme because I want to

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

Spotify Premium

is your room messy or clean?

If I’ve been manic lately then it’s clean. if not then messy

what color are your eyes?

Blue da ba dee da ba da

do you like your name? why?

NOPE my name is Grace and when I tell people that they assume I’m like some sort of religious nut

what is your relationship status?

I’ve been dating my boyfriend for a little over a year

describe your personality in 3 words or less

boring, bland, macabre 

what color hair do you have?

Brown

what kind of car do you drive? color?

I drive a shitmobile. It’s a 2007 vw beetle and it is the color of slightly jaundiced Caucasian flesh, so it looks like a giant pimple

where do you shop?

Be more specific

how would you describe your style?

day to day style: whatever i found on the floor that looks clean because I once again gave myself -10 minutes to get ready. Usually pants and a shirt I bought in the men’s section 

I had one day a couple weeks ago that i dressed how i actually wanna dress all the time and it was great. short skirt, thigh high socks with garters, sweater, trench coat. It was great. 

favorite social media account

I’m addicted to instagram

what size bed do you have?

full

any siblings?

yep

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

Somewhere with good healthcare, like canada

favorite snapchat filter?

I don’t really use snapchat

favorite makeup brand(s)

I rarely wear makeup, but when I do, i guess my two favorite products are both Maybelline (total temptation mascara and instant age rewind concealer

how many times a week do you shower?

at least 7

favorite tv show?

I don’t really watch much tv, but the last thing I watched that I really liked was The Good Place

shoe size?

6.5

how tall are you?

5′3″

sandals or sneakers?

sneakers

do you go to the gym?

I pay for a membership but I don’t use it

describe your dream date

no

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

$20 cash

what color socks are you wearing?

grey with cat faces

how many pillows do you sleep with?

one, and it’s so flat that I don’t think it even counts as a pillow

do you have a job? what do you do?

I work at a call center where I caption calls for the hard of hearing

how many friends do you have?

like none

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

I have anxiety, everything i do is the worst thing I have ever done

whats your favorite candle scent?

fuck candles

3 favorite boy names

fuck your heteronormative bs

3 favorite girl names

fuck your heteronormative bs

favorite actor?

uhhhhh I don’t really pay attention to actors

favorite actress?

see above answer

who is your celebrity crush?

celebrity crushes are pointless

favorite movie?

Paranorman

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

I have terrible reading comprehension so I only read when I have to or there’s a book that I REALLY wanna read. I like Junji Ito graphic novels

money or brains?

for who? be more specific.

do you have a nickname? what is it?

my boyfriend calls me “weirdo” as a term of endearment

how many times have you been to the hospital?

fuck dude a lot. I’ve only been inpatient 3 times though

top 10 favorite songs (I’ll just do ones I’ve been listening to recently)

Run For Cover- The Killers

Blow Your Mind (Mwah) - Dua Lipa

New Rules - Dua Lipa

Anxiety- Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

Just Tonight - Jimmy Eat World

Bloody Nose - Bay Faction

Steady, As She Goes - The Raconteurs

Talk Too Much - COIN

Up All Night - Beck

tie: Weak or Sober Up by AJR

do you take any medications daily?

Yep

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

Dry AF

what is your biggest fear?

I have anxiety, everything is my biggest fear

(If I had to pick one it’s probably abandonment)

how many kids do you want?

ZERO

whats your go to hair style?

step 1: wash, step 2: towel, step 3: leave the house before its dry, step 4: ruffle it around while looking in my visor mirror in the car, step 5: hope for the best

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

It’s my parents’ house and it’s pretty big

who is your role model?

fuck dude i dunno

what was the last compliment you received?

I wore my sweatshirt that has the sushi cats all over it yesterday and probably 6 people told me they liked it

what was the last text you sent?

“Ooohhh damn”

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

i honestly have no idea

what is your dream car?

one that gets good gas mileage. I like the look of the Honda CR-Z

opinion on smoking?

cigarettes: FUK DAT weed: ok man u get a pass

do you go to college?

yes I do

what is your dream job?

one that has health insurance

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

suburbs

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

nope

do you have freckles?

yep

do you smile for pictures?

sometimes

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

my camera roll has 1,517

have you ever peed in the woods?

yep

do you still watch cartoons?

yep

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

McDonalds

Favorite dipping sauce?

Mcdonalds BBQ

what do you wear to bed?

underwear

have you ever won a spelling bee?

no

what are your hobbies?

I collect vintage cameras, I have a problem with online shopping, I do photography sometimes, I scroll through instagram, I curse the instagram algorithm gods because i have been getting way less likes than i used to, I sleep, I do homework

can you draw?

No. I wanted to be a graphic design major but a) it was gonna take too long and b) I can’t draw

do you play an instrument?

no

what was the last concert you saw?

fuck dude I don’t remember

tea or coffee?

I like both, but my coffee has to have lots of cream and sugar

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Starbucks. I don’t think we even have a Dunkin Donuts in Idaho

do you want to get married?

maybe

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

KW

are you going to change your last name when you get married?

Maybe

what color looks best on you?

i have no idea

do you miss anyone right now?

yes

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

open

do you believe in ghosts?

sure

what is your biggest pet peeve?

not sure

last person you called`

mom

favorite ice cream flavor?

non dairy chocolate

regular oreos or golden oreos?

regular

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

rainbow

what shirt are you wearing?

its pink with cats on it and i got it at ross

what is your phone background?

lock screen: a drawing of no banana cat by chuckdrawsthings

background: iphone default

are you outgoing or shy?

depends on the situation

do you like it when people play with your hair?

NO

do you like your neighbors?

I don’t know my neighbors #RuralProblems

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

In the shower

have you ever been high?

yep

have you ever been drunk?

yep

last thing you ate?

cookie

favorite lyrics right now

dunno

summer or winter?

no

day or night?

both

dark, milk, or white chocolate?

dark

favorite month?

i have no idea

what is your zodiac sign

gemini

who was the last person you cried in front of?

probably my therapist