#so im standing there getting the full blast of both

[toziers]

concerts are so embarrassing now with everyone constantly taking photos… like im here to listen to music i dont need my lesbian breakdown to be accidentally documented in the background of your obsessive fan photos let me rock in peace

[b14augrana]

Scrubber

Your first time versing Lyon was the match of your dreams

Barça Femení x teen!reader

pt. 3 masterlist

Warnings: lots of happiness and not proofread as per usual … 😁

A/N: i forgot to mention that mapi's knee is 100% functioning and not crippled in this series!!!! i’ve decided to turn it into a series because i love our hay day obsessed reader so much.

also, reader takes alexia’s place in scoring a golazo because our wonderkid needs her time to shine and what better time to shine than in a uwcl final 🪄🪄 (peep my reference in the fic to the gif im so smart)

we need a nickname for little miss wonderkid so i dont constantly refer to her as reader so plz suggest some in my asks 🥹

You were way too nervous for the final to function. You regretted eating breakfast that morning because it felt like you were about to throw it all up.

Honestly, you were even nervous to look at the players. You stood timidly between Lucy and Irene in the line, secretly hoping you never had to leave the tunnel. You did not want the likes of Ada Hegerberg charging towards little 16-year-old you.

You glanced down at the ‘NV15’ written on your wrist in black. That forever-present question of 'What would Vidić do?' loomed in your mind.

He wouldn’t be worrying about anyone on the opposition. He’d just be worried about breaking the Brexit tackle world record and keeping everyone in white as far away from the goal as possible.

The officials at the end of the tunnel signalled to both teams, which meant it was time. As you emerged out of the tunnel, walking out to the sound of a stadium full of culers, you didn’t feel scared. The cheers from all around the stadium deafened you, but also made you feel an insane amount of pride.

As you stood beside your teammates, the Barcelona anthem blasted on the speakers and the crowd became a choir as they sung the anthem loud and proud. Your attention was in the stands, looking at all the people that had come to watch. You almost teared up when you spotted a little girl and her older brother wearing a jersey with your name on it. Your name. Just having a mascot blew you away, so seeing people you probably weren’t much older than, wearing jerseys with your name on the back, was a crazy concept.

It made you think about the future. It made you hope that one day, you’d grow up to be some little girl’s idol the way Vidić is yours.

“Get ready to shake hands, (Y/N),” Irene reminded you, noticing that you looked a bit spaced out. You brought yourself back to the present and nodded, sticking your hand out to shake the long line of Lyon hands.

When Alexia asked you to bend down and hold the match day pennant, it almost felt like blasphemy. Your mouth was slightly agape as she thrusted it into your hand. “But why me?”

“My knee is no good, it’s better if I stand,” she explained.

“But why m–”

“Just hold it, nena!” Alexia laughed, getting back in the line. You crouched down, holding the pennant in one hand and bracing the ground with the other as you smiled gingerly for the camera.

As soon as the photographer lowered his camera, you sprung to your feet and gave the pennant back to Alexia. “There you go, capi!” you said happily, motioning to Renard who was approaching with their own pennant to exchange. Alexia laughed and patted you on the back, mumbling a quick ‘gracías’ before turning away.

You walked over to the bench and shrugged your jacket off, folding it neatly for one of the team management to take to the locker room later on. With one last meaningful glance at your wrist, you ran onto the field to take your position. Irene was with you in the center and Lucy covered the right while Ona took care of the left. Jona had told you to be prepared for Mapi to come on, so you kept that in mind too.

As soon as the whistle was blown, you were relieved to see that Aitana, Mariona, Caro and Salma had already gotten things under control. That gave you time to scope out the Lyon front three and think about how to handle them.

You thought about what Lucy said. ‘Don’t get hurt trying to do extreme tackles.’

At the end of the day, it all came down to instinct. When Dumornay started running at you with the ball, her feet moving too quick for you to focus on, you knew what you were going to do next had to be purely instinctual. This wasn’t the match for calculated tackles.

It was a fearless tackle. It wasn’t even much of a tackle, actually; you had just gotten to the ground right in her path and made contact with the ball first before she even touched you. When she did touch you, the top of her boot got caught on your abdomen, knocking her over. It was the consequence of her own speed and momentum.

With the ball at your feet, you did what you always did best — kick it as hard as you could and hope it goes well. You must’ve hoped extremely hard or hoped to the right deity, because the ball landed right at Aitana’s feet. Not an inch in front.

With one touch, she had beaten her marker. When Aitana got the ball, it was almost always a goal, and this time was no different; before you could even register that your ball had been kept in play, let alone found a player of your own, it had beaten Endler’s desperate hands and hit the back of the net. The stadium has the loudest atmosphere you’ve ever experienced after Aitana’s goal.

She came running to you, her arms outstretched. You threw yourself into her, hugging her tightly. The rest of the team came shortly after, suffocating you two in a big team hug. You heard some muffled voices praising you and Aitana, but you were too stunned by how quickly it all happened to even register their words. There were many pats on your back and side hugs before the game reset and you were back to your centerback position, kissing the writing on your wrist.

“Aparejo increíble (Y/N), and the pass! Magnífico!” Irene said, pulling you close and ruffling your hair (to which you huffed and slicked it back down) before running back to her position.

You didn’t actually intend to make that pass, so was it that special? Aitana did score from it, but she just has magical feet.

The match had flown by, both teams only separated by one goal at the 90th minute. Lyon were desperate for a goal. Barcelona were desperate for another. Many changes had been made, including Mapi and Pina coming on.

You watched as Diani came down the left wing and somehow managed to beat Lucy and Mapi, which meant you were going to have to try tidy up at the back and not let Diani get to Cata, the last hope.

At first, you just jockeyed. You held her off and tried to delay her, which worked; her stepovers were useless and she couldn’t get past you by tapping and running… but then she did.

She took a touch just wide of you, giving herself heaps of space to dribble up to goal if she was quick enough to retrieve the ball. The big underlying issue was, your jockeying had led you two up to the box. You could either get a card and risk her scoring from a penalty or worse — not do anything and let her put it in. You would rather break your Hay Day login streak than let that happen.

As she lurched forwards to get another touch on the ball, it was like everything was in slow motion. Time slowed down as you extended your leg and thrusted your entire body forwards, cushioning your fall by sliding on your arm across the damp grass and towards the ball. You closed your eyes as she got closer to your face, hoping that if you didn’t see it happen, the collision wouldn’t hurt as much. If this tackle went wrong, it would be over for you, for Barça.

Diani’s opening had been a gift from God himself, so you prepared yourself to see her celebrating happily, the ball rolling into the net when you opened your eyes, but when you finally did open them, the ball wasn’t in the net. Diani wasn’t celebrating.

She was lying on her chest, scrambling to get to her feet. The ball was out, discarded somewhere near the barriers as a ball boy passed a new one to Lucy to throw in. Cheers had rung through the stadium upon your last-ditch tackle, but you had been too distracted to pay attention to them. You had been too focused on trying to execute the perfect tackle that would either make or break the game.

The only thing you guys needed was another goal to really seal the deal. Lyon were getting dangerously close, you needed a goal.

When Lucy had played the ball in, you moved a bit further up the field, watching the play. You noticed Caro receiving the ball, and then you noticed the absence in the middle of the box. You scanned for Aitana or Pina or anybody, but they were all marked by figures like Renard and Carpenter or in other words, brick walls that were not letting them in any time soon.

It was all, pure, instinct. You ran– no, sprinted up the field, flailing your hands in the air. “Caro, Caro!” you screamed, motioning to the middle of the box, begging for a cross.

The cross she delivered from the right wing was set to land just in front of you. You couldn’t reach it for a volley and you sure as hell couldn’t bicycle kick it in. It was travelling fast and getting nearer by the second, but that was the advantage.

Without a second thought, you jumped up. Your body was basically horizontal in the air as you flew forwards, forehead connecting with the ball. It was a shame you couldn’t watch it shoot past Endler, burying itself right in the bottom left corner. You flew into the net as well, and the only way you realised you had scored was when you sat up and looked to your side to see the ball. That’s also the only way you realised you were in the goal.

You had never stood up faster or yelled louder. You zipped past Endler and ran down the field towards the nearest camera. Your first goal of your career couldn’t have been more perfect, so you needed a celebration to match.

Aitana appeared by your side, and as you two ran side-by-side, you pointed to the people in the stands. It was a simple but meaningful celebration; it was the same celebration Vidić had once done, and you remembered it vividly. In fact, it was one of your favourite moments.

You ran to the corner flag where the rest of your team were, and you all fell into another affectionate huddle. Lucy squeezed your side. “You’re in the wrong sport, I think you’d do well as a professional diver!” she jeered, having to yell her words over the noise. You grinned at her and hugged the woman tightly right before being instructed to reset.

The ball had barely started moving again before the referee blew the final whistle. Everyone from the sidelines jumped from their seats and ran onto the field, and the people on the field ram towards your goal. Cata booted the ball into the air and jumped on top of the big hug, and then Pina followed. There was singing and dancing and flags being thrown and tears and hugs for days.

It was happy moment upon happy moment for everyone as it all sunk in — you had finally, finally beat Olympique Lyonnais in a Champions League final for the first time in your history. You had helped beat Lyon and make history with this team, and you had won your first ever Champions League and quadruple, but you had to give credit where it was due.

You knew if you never had a role model like Nemanja Vidić, nothing would’ve happened the way it did for you against Lyon.

Being a 16-year-old girl with such a fiery passion to defend and hold it down at the back wasn’t easy. There wasn’t many defenders that played for the badge the way Vidić did. The reason you loved him so much was because he exerted such an immense sense of pride and dedication to his club, and that was the type of defender you wanted to be.

That was the type of defender you had been today.

You couldn’t believe Keira and Patri when they ran up to you saying that the officials wanted to see you so you could receive the Player of the Match award once again. Your jaw was dropped and you went red as they basically dragged you away from the locker rooms and towards the officials. Your cheeks were still red from embarrassment as you took the photo.

You learned that you couldn’t just slink away into the locker rooms after such a big match, so you spent a solid 10 minutes talking to fans all around the stadium. It was a bit awkward for you at first because most of them were either as old as Alexia or literally your age, but you figured you’d have to get used to it.

The best part about the whole day was, when you eventually got back to the locker room and picked your phone up, you had reached level 300 on Hay Day.

As if one major achievement wasn’t enough.

[the-artist-grimm]

Hello! So sorry to bother, I know your inbox must be full but I was reading your latest post and couldn’t help but notice you writing this

“And once Aym died and she saw how grief-struck he’d looked, heard how he rasped out Anthea’s name, watched as he reached out a trembling hand to the Lamb's collapsed, wailing form not to hurt but to comfort, she realized there was more going on.”

And it made me wonder even more how exactly the entire fight sequence went down between them all. I thought that Narinder would make the first strike after the twins deaths, but is it Anthea that does so out of grief or rage?

Anyways I love your content! Its great! Im normal about it!

Anthea strikes first yeah-Narinder had ordered them to sacrifice themself, then the twins to fight at their not so much refusal but more-so asking what the heck was going on (while he'd initially hoped the cages would be enough to encourage Anthea to lay down their life since he was betting on their self-sacrificial nature, when that didn't work he had hoped their love for the twins would get them to stand down instead). But after Baal got killed on accident via knocking Anthea off balance to ensure he'd get hit, then Aym doing almost the same via intentionally aiming for the cages with magic to force Anthea to counter (which unintentionally the curse they chose, an ice-based shield one produced a lot of shrapnel that pierced his stomach), he kinda broke a little? Like with Baal, he froze up in shock and didn't know how to react when Aym immediately went on a mana rage, then when Aym died as well that's what made his brain finally snap back and realize 'oh god what just happened my kids just died'.

Like he only asked Anthea to lay down their life because he was convinced they were going to betray him (see his overview here). And while at the moment he still thought as such, the shock of just losing his sons and now watching the love of his life break down covered in their blood had him just acting off instinct-Anthea's crying, comfort them now.

He reached out a hand, but the looming shadow just triggered a 'Fight' reflex, which was amplified by both their own grief and the Crown's desperation to defend its bearer in the wake of a threatening situation from its POV. Narinder nearly gets his hand blasted off with a curse launched on reflex, and it snaps him into realizing 'oh ok we're fighting now' which the battle goes from there. Narinder's chains had fallen off with each bishop's death so only his collar which was bound to the metaphysical one remained, so he was able to just jump into defense.

Which as a side-note (also see their overview here) Anthea doesn't actually remember much of the fight, like with losing the twins it was like losing their family all over again but worse since this time it was them who killed them, and the grief, confusion, and anger just took over. Combined with Red giving them essentially a massive adrenaline boost to make sure they could fight things just went downhill from there. Had Narinder not reached out his hand like that things might've gone a little differently-but because he spooked them battling it was.

All Anthea could see during that battle was red until Narinder was mortal size and their blade was pressed into his throat-and it was only at seeing how terrified he'd looked in that moment and the fact that they still loved him they snapped out of it. From there they sent him back to the cult, the two had an argument over who planned to betray who, and then they ignored him for the next few months.

So TLDR, the final battle is just a long chain of people making really bad split-second decisions (Baal tripping Anthea thinking he'd just get a simple cut to get Narinder to call it off, Aym following his brother's lead and miscalculating the possible results, Narinder reaching out a hand out of shock, Anthea getting spooked), and them snowballing into more.

(also thank you! :D)

[essmeow]

CHAPTER Ⅱ: MITSKI & MONDAYS

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okay so maybe you were already nervous about the first day of your new school.

and maybe listening to your depressing playlist at 7 in the morning wasn't helping that.

but mitski can help calm your nervs to! but with yuji blasting his music in his room right across the hall, it didn't necessarily get the mood right anyways.

"yn, hurry up! we gotta go in like—two minutes!"

"im coming!!"

you reply, grabbing your backpack. you hopped through your messy floor, clothes spattered out from your unpacked suitcase.

you ran down the stairs, seeing yuji sitting on the floor next to the front door and sukuna rummaging through the upper cabinets of the kitchen.

"here, take these for the walk."

you don't have enough time to fully comprehend what your uncle's saying before a protein bar is being flowed full force at your face—though thankfully you throw your hands up and catch it in the air. you throw the second one to yuji, who instantly unwraps it and starts eating it.

"first day—tough shit. todays when you make first impressions on everyone. good luck."

"oh, uhm—thanks?"

you reply, raising a eyebrow at sukuna's comment. he was being nice—maybe? you couldn't really tell. but before you get to decide yuji announces its time to get going so you wave a quick goodbye to your uncle as you walk outside.

"don't worry, its not a long walk—only like ten minutes give or take."

yuji says, taking out an airpod so he could hear. you nod, opening your phone to make sure you have your schedule for the third time today.

yuji was right, after about 15 minutes you arrive at school. you bite the inside of your lip slightly, a nervous habit you picked up over the years.

"so, were still early, me and my friends always come a bit early 'cause we like to hang before classes and—"

yuji starts, but before he finishes his sentence someone comes rushing from behind the two of you.

"yuji, yn! hey!"

you look behind you at the girl waving. she had dyed orange hair, nobara!

"nobara! there you are!"

"sorry, i know we usually walk to school together but i woke up late—anyways, hi yn!"

nobara replys, walking up to stand in the middle of you and yuji. she smiles as she grabs both of your arms—starting to walk into school.

"its so nice to have another girl in the group, y'know. it's just me and maki, and she dosen't really like shopping so she never goes with me. sometimes panda or toge come but like barley ever 'cause their always 'busy'—"

wow, you only really met her yesterday and she was already talking to you like you were close friends. you smiled, at least meeting yuji's friends was off to a good start then.

nobara countined talking untill you three reached the bustling cafeteria, her and yuji seemed to look around for a moment—trying to find their other friends. then yuji's eyes open a little wide and he points to the back of the cafeteria.

"there they are, let's go!"

he says, practically dragging you through the crowds of tables. nobara had already ran ahead, running to go grab a chair and sit down.

once you finnaly approached the table you looked up to five sets of eyes directly on you.

your mouth starts to turn into an awkward smile as you look around the table trying to deicde what to say, but thankfully for you, yuji most of the time knows how you feel.

"everyone, this is yn!"

he grabs your shoulders, presenting you to the group in a way before laughing. he moves his arms to point—starting at the two at the end of the table.

"yn, this is panda and toge! them, maki, and yuta are all a year older then us. but trust me, you can't tell with these two."

he giggles, his joke resulting in the white haired boy giving your brother a small "hey!" and turning to face you.

"you don't look to much like yuji, you should've ate him in the womb honestly."

panda laughs in response to that, an you can't help but laugh aswell.

"ha-ha, sooo funny guys."

yuji responds, rolling his brown eyes. he points to the two in the chairs next to them.

"those two there are yuta and maki! my favoire girlboss and her malewife-"

"shut up yuji."

the girl with the black hair and glasses replies, standing up and slamming her hands on the table annoyed.

she did look oddly familiar though...did you know her from somewhere?

she notices your confused look at her and raises an eyebrow, as if to ask if you have something to say. nobara wasn't kidding when she said she was intimating.

"sorry, you just look awfully familiar—that's all!"

"hm, you went to the boarding school north from here right?"

you nod in response, wondering what she's getting at. maybe you went to school with her?

"you must know mai. she goes there."

oh it clicks into place, shes related to mai. you didn't know mai all that well, but you did know she was mean. they must be twins, hopefully maki isn't anything like her sister.

"don't worry, im not like her—she's an asshole."

you let out a small sigh of relief. thank god. you turn your eyes to the one person who you haven't met yet. he was sitting at the other end of the table, on his phone. nobara was next to him—she was saying something but he didn't seem to be listening. you reconized him from a couple of yuji's instagram posts, but you didn't remember his name. he looked tired and like he didn't want to be there—which made you wonder why he seemed to hang out with them.

"oh yeah, yn—this is megumi! he's in our grade."

nobara says, as yuji sits down on the table next to him. was this the other best friend yuji had mentioned before? he seemed pretty annyoed as he took off his headphones.

"uh, nice to meet you!"

you say, giving him a small smile. he didn't seem all that interested in talking.

"nice to meet you."

"sorry, he totally puts up this whole 'mysterious and nonchalant' vibe around people—he's not even-"

"shut up, yuji."

nobara was in the middle of doing something with her phone as she spoke up.

"here yn, i added you to our group chat. check it after class m'kay?"

you responded with an agreement, as the bell rang for you to head to your class.

BACKGROUND INFO: - nobara, yuji, toge, panda and maki all met in middle school, megumi later moved into town and became friends with yuji—who added him to their friendgroup - yuta moved last year, and he became friends with maki (and then the rest of the group), are him & maki dating? who knows! i don't think they know either LMFAO - there will be more of each character! i just wanted to get quick character intros

A/N: i'll try to have chapter 3 out by this weekend! again sorry if anythings ooc or if my grammer sucks ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

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[mattysketchup]

do you even love me?

a/n: yes i finally decided to sit down and actually write something while blasting conan gray 😍😍 anyways i got a little smth for y'all, it is angst so yeah lmk if you want a part two to this !

warnings: some swearing, matt is lowk a dick, angst, use of pet names and y/n !

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as you were typing aggressively on the computer in front of you, you hear a familiar voice from behind you. "babe" matt whined. "when are you coming back to cuddle" you turned around to see matt laying on the bed with a bored expression. "just a second matt, i have to finish writing this email" you sigh. matt knew you had a lot on your plate with work and school, but right now he didnt care. "can you please come cuddle for a bit?" he complained from the lack of touch. "just give me five more minutes babe" you say, turning in your seat to work on the unfinished email in front of you. "you said that ten minutes ago baby." he stated, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "all you've been doing is work and school, i feel like you never make time for me." you are now fully turned around in your seat, a look of utter confusion painted on your face.

"excuse me? matt, im really trying here." you say, trying not to start any arguments. "well, i would sure like it if you tried in our relationship." he mumbles, knowing he sounded like a jerk. "matt, i dont think you understand" you began. "i have to deal with my family, i have work, i have school and so much more. you just get to fuck around with your brothers for a living." the boy who was once laying on the bed is now perched up on the edge, arguing with you.

"y/n, my job is serious. there is so much work that goes into it and you just dont understand. you'll never understand." he says. you are so tired and burnt out that you dont even care to fight back, you simply just try to reason with him. "matt i-" you begin but the brunette cuts you off. "y'know, it's funny. i try so hard and care so much for our relationship but you just try to hide us away like you hate me. have you even told your parents were dating?" he spits. "matt, i dont think you-" you start, but once again are cut off by matt. "i bet you haven't. do you even love me?" you pause for a moment, staring at the man in front of you.

"matt, this isn't worth fighting over." you say, trying to deescalate the situation. "are you sure? because i truly cant think of the last time you actually did something nice for me." matt says. "matt, are you being serious?" you ask, hoping he knows how hard you are really trying. "yeah, i am." he says, you both are now standing, trying to reason with one another. "then i dont think this is gonna work." you say. you know you dont mean it, but do you? this argument had come up maybe six times in the last week, and you've grown tired of it.

"w-what? are you breaking up with me?" he asks, in complete disbelief. "i-i dont know matt." you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "answer the damn question y/n!" he yells. the argument, something that was a small thing, has now become a full on fight between the two. "i- no! i just- i-" you stutter, grabbing your computer and shoving it into your bag. "can we talk about this later?" he grabs your wrist, pulling you over to him. "no. we're gonna talk about this now." you try to compose yourself in front of him so you don't break down into tears on his bedroom floor. "matt let go of me!" you say, loud enough to gather the attention of the others in the house. you suddenly hear a small knock at the door.

"y'all good in there?" you hear chris say from outside the room. you and matt are quiet, both awkwardly staring at the floor. chris cracks the door open, peeking in. "yeah. we're good." you finally say. "i should go." you gather all your stuff and walk out, saying a quick 'bye' to chris as you walk out of the house. matt can't help but feel a pang of guilt, knowing he might've gone a little far with the argument. he accepts the fact that you're obviously pissed, so he decides to back off and give you space before texting or calling you.

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a/n: hii so this is like my first angst fic so PLEASE don't be a silent reader, feedback is much appreciated! thanks for reading!

blessings and riches, tessa:)

[walmartbrandwhatever]

I need to hear about WLW Marbit plssss

OKAY IM AWAKE NOW.

So last night me and some mutuals were yapping up a storm because someone had mentioned how a highschool production had a female two-bit and how marbit went crazy and since we all know I'm literally insane over wlw marbit we started yapping.

I fear I wrote SO much but I hope yall enjoy this because it's just me yapping and probably doesn't make sense.

So I believe @girlishwhimsies had mentioned soft butch two-bit x fem marcia and I fear I have NOT stopped thinking about it. Like godddd imagine all the events that happened.

Like Marcia a girl who has dated a lot of guys just praying to feel some sort of feeling back first talking to two-bit who is by far the coolest fucking girl she's ever seen and realizing something was different about this girl. Marcia who had learned very quickly in life that things were very "black and white" and there are rules she has to follow to stay with her collective group. Despite knowing that she still give this girl her number in hopes of... something.

Then Bob dies and her focus turns to Cherry and her boyfriend who's she's always just convinced herself she's liked him even though he sort of treats her like shit.

Two-Bit who the jokester still in her group full of boys and just having a blast is so silly to me. She's still a amazing fighter who's just pretty much doing whatever she wants without a care in the world. Her constantly getting in trouble at school for wearing pants and shorts at school. Two who stayed behind in order to watch over Johnny and ponyboy is actually so important to me (I believe @brunetteairhead said this at some point ‼️).

Two-Bit who has always seemed so brave and strong literally falling all over the place because of some soc girl who is prettier than anyone she's ever seen at the drive-in. She like tripping over herself trying to impress marcia because she's never met a soc girl like her before. She's quick-witted and confident and that takes two by surprise. And getting Marcia’s number was the highlight of her night. While walking home doubt settling and making her decide to toss the number assuming it was fake makes me so sick.

Then Johnny and pony run away and everything goes down from there. She see Marcia once in the week their two youngest are gone and it's at the police station. Marcia doesn't see her but two spots her almost immediately. Marcia is just staring off into space and the bag underneath her eyes are dark. Two was leaving after being questioned so they never got to talk again.

Then later that week two gets jumped. Marcia standing there with her back turned hurt her for more than any kick or punch she got from the socs pinning her down. Long after her torment two wasn't sure what she was going to do, she could barely walk let alone all the way to the curtis residence and that's when she sees someone coming towards her. Marcia coming back and helping Two and two finds herself in Marcia's house holding her side because it hurts like a bitch but she can't believe she's in Marcias house. The two of them practically losing it because they both sense there's something there but both know they can't act on it because Marcia still has a boyfriend and two still worried about her friends. (Marcia breaks things off with trip after this because she doesn't want to be with someone who thinks its okay to hurt others .)

Them meeting eachother after a few months post book and both of them just kicking their feet n shit because they are SO down right bad. Two-bit yapping to soda about marcia knowing she likes her so bad and Marcia yapping to Cherry about how two isn't like any boy she's ever met and how she really wants their friendship to be good and Cherry hesitantly pointing out how she thinks Marcia might want more than that and marcia freaking out because she knows that it's wrong to want to see herself with this girl. A girl who seems so impossibly strong and a girl who just seemed to understand her better than anyone she's ever known. She knows it's wrong but she can't find it in herself to care. She denys her feelings for awhile because she doesn't want to ruin everything she's worked so hard to build.

The two of them hanging out more and more until eventually they are hanging out at Marcias and two is allowing Marcia to paint her nails despite not necessarily caring too much about like having her nails being done etc but she can't find it in herself to say no to Marcia whenever she makes that face that looks like a puppy who just got kicked so she always agrees. Anyways the two of them are laughing and joking and Marcia like brushes a curl out of two-bit face and the both of them sort of freeze because they are so close together. Two-bit shockingly makes the first move and kisses Marcia (ofc with a bit of hesitation but Marcia meets her halfway) and the both of them just pull away both shocked that they just kissed.

Marcia in that moment does panic for a moment before realizing that she liked the kiss and that no kiss that she's ever shared with a boy ever felt like that. Part of her couldn't find it in her to care that this was "wrong." It felt right and she wanted more, she wanted to sit here and be happy with two.

Meanwhile two is panicking so bad because Marcia is just sitting there with this shocked expression and two-bit is frantically apologizing and trying so hard not to scream or cry she doesn't know herself bit then Marcia takes two-bits hands and tells her that it's alright and that she liked it which catches two completely off guard.

"Wait you did?"

"..yeah"

Anyways after that fact they just sort of just do not talk about it for the rest of the night because the both of them have no clue how to go about talking about what they are so they just wrap up their hangout and go about their week. Two-bit absolutely losing it the next day to soda and is practically screaming over how the kiss was and how she doesn't know what to do and marcia reluctantly yapping to cherry and cherry fully saying "I told you so" and marcia just going crazy because she wants to hold Two-bits hand and she wants to be able to kiss her again but not knowing if Two-Bit wants the same(she does) and they are just complete messes I fear.

ANYWAYS once they start dating they have sleep overs all the time. Two-bit will go to the curtis house and they immediately know she was at Marcias because her nails will be all nice and pretty and her hair will be all nicely braided and she is giving them the look of 'don't you dare talk about it'. Soda totally makes fun of her for it and they almost always end up fighting on the ground.

Anyways I have no clue if any of that makes sense but they've truly taken over my life I fear.

[daydreamingmia]

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 16

Santa Monica 🌊

"Y/n!" You hear someone yell

"Y/n!" They yell again

It was Walker!

Then you hear another voice come in the room

"Is she awake yet?" The other voice asks

It was Aryan!

"No I think she's dead" Walker says

"Oh well she was kinda annoying anyway" Aryan replies

"Rude" You mumble

"She's not dead!" Walker gasps

You started drifting off again

"Y/N WAKE UP!!" They start to shake you

"Noooooo!" You whine

"Fine" Walker says then there was silence

That wasn't good

Suddenly ice cold water hit you in the face and you screamed

"NOW WAKE UP!!" Walker yells

"WALKER I SWEAR IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN ARYAN IS GONNA HAVE TO TESTIFY AS A WITNESS IN YOUR MURDER TRIAL!!" You scream at him

"Honestly Walker kinda deserves it" Aryan smirks

"Rude" Walker gasps

They then pick you up by your arms and legs as you try to fight them off.

"PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!!" You scream

"Okay" Walker says a little too fast and they drop you on the floor

"Ow! Walker!!" You yell

"What?! You said put you down!!" He says acting innocent

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" You look at Walker

"Why don't you hate Aryan?! He did it too!" Walker complains

"Because Aryan is just your accomplice!! You're the idiot behind all this!" You point in his face but instead of arguing back he just kisses you

"Good morning lovely" He says as he pulls away

"Good morning idiot" You smile

"Gross!" Aryan complains

"Sorry" You both giggle

-

You go to the bathroom and do your hair and makeup.

You fill your water cup with water in your sink then peek out your door.

"I'm ready!" You yell

You hear them walk over and stand in front of the bathroom door. Aryan facing you towards you. Walker's back to the door. You open the door slightly and Aryan looks at you and you wink and him and lift the glass so he can see it. He slightly nods but immediately looks back at Walker so he doesn't know what's coming.

You sneak up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. He turns around with a smile that immediately fades into shock when you throw the ice cold cup of water in his face.

He just stands there mouth open but smiling a little.

"I little pay back for earlier" You say smugly

He just stands there dripping

"Oh wait!! There's still some left" You say as you reach to grab a stool to get above him to pour it on his head.

You turn around and get hit with water as you shriek. You look and see Walker grabbed your shower head.

"OH YOURE DEAD!" You scream and charge him as he turns the water back on

The two of you were now fighting for it. Water soaking the ceiling and the walls. Just the sound of both of your laughter...but mostly Aryan's. He was just standing there watching. Laughing hysterically.

After about 5 minutes with the walls soaked and the floor starting to flood you feel another pair of hands grab the handle. You look and see Aryan fighting on your team.

"BETRAYAL!" Walker gasps

"Yup" Aryan just laughs

The two of you force it from Walker's hands and pointed it at him.

"Full blast?" Aryan asks you

"Oh yeah!" You reply

After a few minyes Walker started to plead

"Please! Please! I'm sorry!! I will never pour ice water on you to wake you up ever again...I'll use hot water." He jokes

"Aim for the face" You tell Aryan

"Okay! Okay! Im sorry!!" He pleads

"Fine" you say

Aryan turns off the faucet and we look around the room. It was flooded.

"Oops" Walker mumbles

"What are we gonna do?" Aryan asks

"Mom!" You yell

-

You dried off and left. You were sitting in between Walker and Aryan in the backseat.

"Can you move over anymore?" You try to shove Walker

"No! And you're gonna shove me out the car door if you keep pushing like that!" He complains

"Well then I'll have more room soo..." You keep shoving him

"You know what..." He bear hugs you

"You can't push me out of the car like this" he says smugly

You would complain but you were enjoying the hug

-

"Soooo...how are we doing this we just walking out?" You ask

"No we are gonna fly" Walker answers sarcastically

"I meant they don't know we are coming so like is there gonna be an announcement or are we just walk out there?" You say

"You want an announcement?" Walker asks

"Not want. I was just curious how this was gonna work" You shrug

Walker opens the car door and steps out

He makes a trumpet noise

"Presenting! Her royal highness Y/n!" He announces to nobody

"Well thank you kind peasant" You joke

"What no announcement for me?" Aryan complains

Walker rolls his eyes

"Presenting the court jester!" Walker says sarcastically

"Well I am pretty funny" Aryan replies

There were like 5 security guards Walker around you

You walked onto a bridge where everyone was

You heard the screams of all the fans

"Walker marry me!!" A girl screamed at Walker

"Sorry taken" He replies

"HE TALKED TO ME!!!" She yelled in her friend's face

Then you noticed the paparazzi. One of the paparazzi guys pulled your arm to get you to look at the camera but Walker pulled you back and glared at the guy. He put his hand on your waist and pulled you in. You kissed him and he blushed.

-

The three of you were now signing stuff and taking pictures with fans.

Aryan was a couple people ahead of you and Walker was a couple behind.

Everyone was screaming your name and handing you books.

"Y/n! What was your favorite part of filming?" A girl asks you

"Hmmm...making fun of Walker" you reply

"You do that everyday" He says to you

"True. I guess meeting Walker" you reply to the girl and hand her the book you just signed

"Awwwww" You gushed

You continued down the row of people

"Y/n!" You heard a familiar voice yell

You turn and see one of the boys you used to go to school with

"Max!" You yell

You hug him

"What are you doing here?" You ask

"Well I'm a fan of the show so I came here for the event. I had no idea you would be here!" He smiles

"Surprise" you say

Suddenly you felt eyes one you. But not like usual. You look over and see Walker staring at the two of you. No expression on his face. You look around. EVERYONE was staring

"Walker come over here!" You wave to him

He give someone their phone back and slowly walks over

"Walker this is my old friend Max. Max this is my boyfriend Walker" You smile

"Boyfriend" Walker blurts out as they shake hands

You giggle

"Nice to meet you boyfriend I'm Max" He jokes

"So...why are you here?" Walker asks Max awkwardly

"Uhhhh...I'm a fan of the show" He responds

"Oh. I'm glad." Walker says

"Anyway we gotta go. It was nice seeing you again" you say trying to get put of there

"You too!!" Max waves as you pull Walker along

"Well...that was interesting" You laugh

"What?" Walker says like nothing happened

"I think someone is a little jealous" you giggle

"WHAT?!?! NOOOOOO!!" Walker says in a high pitched voice

"Hmmm...then why did your voice go higher than a 2 year old?" You ask

"It didn't..." He clears his thought

"It didn't" He says in a really deep voice

"Okay" You laugh

"Do you still like him?" Walker blurts out

Mind you the two of you were still signing things while you were talking

"What?! Are you crazy? Walker I love you! I don't like him. I love you and only you" You look him in the eyes and kiss him

"I love you too" Walker smiles

"I know...that's why you're jealous" you giggle

"I'm not jealous" He states

"Okay "boyfriend" " you quote him from earlier

"Okay maybe I was a little bit." He blushes

"It's okay. I know it's only because you love me" You kiss him again

"It is" He blushes

-

You were signing the Percy Jacksom sign when Walker came running up behind you.

"Boo!" He screams in your ear

You jump and mess up your signature

"Great! You messed it up!!" You point to it

"Mission accomplished" He says smugly

"I hate you" You hit him in the head

"I love you" He says and kisses you

"I love you too" You blush

You then turn and try to fix your signature the best you could

Then you write under it

"Walker messed it up 🙄"

"You know what I think everyone needs to see what my signature looks like not messed up." You say mischievously

"What are you doing?" He asks nervously

"I'm trying to sign you forehead idiot. Now stay still." You say

"Ahhh! No!" He says trying to fend off your pen (with karate hands)

"Stay still!!" You yell

"Somebody help me!! That crazy girl is trying to sign me!!" He screams as he runs away

You chase after him

"Just stop running!!" You yell at him

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!" He screams still running

-

About 20 minutes later you guys were now in front of the sign.

He now had your signature written across his forehead

The three stand in front of the sign and pose for the paparazzi. You were on Walker's right and Aryan on his left. You smile and look up at him sweetly

"Awwwwwwww" everyone says in unison

"What? I'm just looking at my beautiful autograph" You joke

"Is this gonna come off?" Walker asks worriedly

"No. It was a Sharpie" You shrug

He just looks at you shocked as you turn back to the cameras and smile

A/n: Sorry Taylor wasn't in this one I promise she'll be in the next!! As always thank you soooooooooo much for reading!! I love you all soooooo much!! You all mean so much to me!! I can't thank you enough!! If you like this story please comment, like and follow!!

Also if you guys ever wanna talk my messages are open😁

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Tags: @noajakah236482 @yeeteddemigod @the-tortured-poets-depxrtment @walker-scobell-obsessed

[shiftyyyy]

faggot ewww ewwwwwww ewwwww you smell ewww you like jimboooo ewwwwwwwww wwww

ewwwww alfred brown smells 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 hashtag doll eye hate ewwwww mystery looks like ass i bet he smells and his rotting smelly balls smell like ass cheekz like ewww they’re hanging ewwwww old men balls ewwww i also hate your bunniez they smell like baddd ewwww yuki smells so bad she had shit all over her ewwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaa

OKAY NOW DONT START WITH ME YOU SODAPACK SMELLING FREAK. I KNOW I SMELL LIKE JIMBO AND THATS NOT A BAD THING TO ME ATLEAST. SMELLING LIKE SODAPACK IS TERRIBLE BECAUSE THE AMOUNT OF FRUITINESS THEY PROJECT OUT OF THEIR BODYS WHENEVER THEYRE TOGETHER ITS INTOXICATING. YOU NEED TO WEAR SOME KIND OF GAS MASK TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM THEIR FUMES. THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE HAD TO MAKE A WHOLE NEW WEATHER WARNING BECAUSE PEOPLE COULDNT BREATHE TO THIS NEW GAS CALLED THE GAY AHH LICE INFECTION, AND YOU ARE THE MAIN REASON WHY IT SPREADS SO MUCH, YOU ARE A THREAT TO THIS WHOLE WORLD. YOU AND BOTH OF THOSE FREAKS ARE GONNA BE SENT TO DEATH ROW BECAUSE THE AWFUL TOXIN WHENEVER YOU GUYS AROUND MAKE PEOPLE PERISH IN MID ARE LIKE THE ASH BABY. YOU ARE WORSE THEN DEAD AURA WITH FLIES.

YOURE HATING ON ALFRED YOU FLYING SON OF A GUN. YOU WONT LIKE IT WHEN I GET MY HANDS ONTO YOU, THAT IS IF I CAN EVEN TOUCH YOUR FRUITY SMELLING AHH. IF I THREW AN AXE AT YOUR HEAD THE BLOOD WOULDNT EVEN BE BLOOD. IT WOULD BE LUCKY DAY FOR A KID WHO WANTS A FRUITY FLIPPING SUNDAE OR SOME CRAP. DONT EVEN START WITH MY WIFE NOW I SWEAR TO GOD. I CAN ASURE YOU HIS BALLS ARE JUST FINE. ATLEAST WITH MY WIFE I CAN GET IT AT NIGHT UNLIKE YOU. IM TIRED OF HEARING BRYCE COMPLAIN THAT YOUR 50 INCH SLONG CANT FIT IN THE TOP OF HIS LITTLE BOTTLE HOLE, “s-sorry babe it’s too big for me!!” TALK ABOUT A STINKY LITTLE LOSER. THE ONLY THING MAKING HIM SCREAM IS THE FACT THAT YOULL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIT IT IN. I TRIED TO PRAY TO KAO TO MAKE YOU GUYS STOP THAT NOT EVEN THE PUREST FORM OF HUMANITY CAN STAND SUCH A FRUITY PEBBLE SKITTLE BURST KOOL AID TUME YUMMIE HAWAIIAN PUNCH SMOOTHIE BLAST SMELLING CREATURES LIKE YOU TWO.

YOU BETTER WATCH WATCH YOUR BACK. I SEE ALL. I KNOW ALL. AND THE FACT YOU THINK ITS OKAY TO TALK ABOUT MY BUNNIES LIKE THAT??? BUNNIES ARE SELF CLEANING, THEY CAN ACTUALLY GET ALL THAT GUNK OFF OF THEM THEMSELV— **CoUgh— COUGH—** OH GOD WHATS THAT SMELL??? OH GOD ITS THE FRUITY SMELLING FREAK THAT CANT DO WHAT MY BUNNIES CAN. I BET YOU SAY THAT THEY STINK BECAUSE YOUR JEALOUS. THEY HAVE WHAT YOU DONT. SO YOU GO AND HATE ON MY BABIES FOR THAT? YOU DONT WANNA SEE ME WHEN IM ANGRY. IM FULL OF PURE HATRED AND DESPISE. IM EVIL. NOW BEFORE YOU GO AND HATE ON ME FOR “SMELLING SO BAD” TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOURSELF, GO TO A MIRROR. BUT WATCH OUT YOUR AURA MIGHT SHATTER THE GLASS TILL THERES NOTHING LEFT.

GOOD DAY. 😡

[sunny-with-a-knife]

PERCY JACKSON OC LORE

+ FRIENDS

Let me all show you my oc! Their name is Aundrea (Angie for short) as Well as my friends ocs!

I'll upload more or her art soon but I just got too lazy so have them from an art challenge I did w/ some friends^_^

Tw: death in all backstories (litteraly none of them have a mortal parent who's alive)

(It's great /j) all text colored in parentheses are my own comment! The white ones are from my friends

ONTO THE LOREEE (click read more if interested)

AUNDREA (Angie)

Their father, Terrance Maheswaran, had planned to tell Angie her "amazing" heritage and terrifying adventures that would’ve laid ahead of her when she was 13, packing up her gift and a letter explaining everything for when she arrived at chb,

but in a sick cruel, twist of events, their Father died in a large explosion when she was working on an invention (a kid from the village had jacked with the oil rig, causing the generator to explode, Setting off The highly explosive fireworks and chemicals inside)

That had left her with a dead father, bad Eye, half her face burned and neglected trauma she refuses to Talk about, and would much rather throw herself into her inventions when someone Tries to make her talk.

But now she's dealing with a busted home, a hospital bill, a present, and a letter telling Her she's the daughter of greek goddess athena? Obviously she steals car parts and pieces from a local news station, making a warrant out for her arrest, (what half-blood hasn't?) as Well as an epic police chase scene while she blasted barbie girl and crashing Through the chb woods into A tree as well as a girls wine bottle (All jokes aside she was practically dashing to half blood all the way from the empty land if El Paso, Texas)

All of this has taken place somewhere after the pjo books (I thinkkk???? Me and my friends have yet to decide a timeline, so for now we ball ig)

REFERENCE:D

Written by my friend Kiwi!

NADIA

daughter of Dionysus!

One of her first trips to the casino when she was 8 caused the trigger of her madness. Nadia got invested watching a poker game that when it was time to leave and someone interrupted her trance, she suddenly got angry and started clawing at the attendants face. Her mother was banned from the casino. This news spread about a demon child attacking anyone that touched her with glowing purple eyes. This also didn’t help Layla’s and Nadia’s money situation as that casino was quite common for clients. The rumours spread to Layla calling her a “temptress” and “demon mother” since she was the only one to calm Nadia and she “slept around” so she could have “easily slept with a demon and gave birth to a monster”. Many conspiracists found out and religious freaks plotted to kill them both. A ritual for the child and murder for the mother.

She is the daughter to Layla Mansour when Layla had a one night stand with a disguised Dionysus (idfk how it works don’t come at me). Layla was a prostitute that used her body to get in the pants of high ranking officials that cheat on their wives but when Nadia was born, she had a new purpose. Living. Nadia was Layla’s break from disgusting men and she tried to protect Nadia as long as she could. Money was tight and Layla took more jobs. By the time Nadia had just turned 8, she was taken on her mother’s “trips” to nice hotels and casinos etc.

(Shit goes from 0-1000 real quick in Vegas ig /j)

During the night on a full moon on the 30th of October at 3 am. A 10 year old Nadia found her mother killed with a shot to the head.(she only saw the body im not that mean to nadia) (yea right 🙄) The religious freaks mysteriously went mad (I wonder could it be Nadia whhhaaaattt). Nadia ran away blah blah blah she’s 11 and at camp half blood woo. (My friend is so funny when talking abt Nadia lmfao)

Her first year there she was sceptical and hoarded shit, she was claimed when she first gambled with Dionysus and woo new brothers. They introduced her to drinking (bad brothers >:() and the fact she isn’t affected like normal people by alcohol if she wants and skaboosh wine gal emerged. Her need for money couldn’t be solved with taking stray drachmas from the floor (don’t ask me just accept what I say as fact and just take it) so she started a gambling activity of sorts. Second year is when she started gaining reputation and it went pretty normal until the start of her third year this random ass kid crashed their weirdoes car causing Nadia to drop her drinking making it undrinkable. (How she met Angie!)

FRIENDS REFERENCE SHEET BELOW vvvv

DEX

Written by my friend Rohan!

DEAR GOD MY FRIEND DIDNT HOLD BACK ON THE ANGST SO BE PREPARED FOR

•C@NABLISM

•DEATH

AND OTHER TRIGGERING STUFF

Dex was born in China before moving to the US when they were 2. They had a rough life, being forced into anything that had extra credit or talent labeled on it, since they’re mom wanted them to be able to be a dutiful citizen of the US.

Dex’s mom; Beihe was on a vacation in the US when she had gotten pregnant with a one night stand with the disguised Hades. Beihe was ostracized from her family when she came home pregnant, and when she gave birth she moved to the US.

Soon Dex was forced to learn anything and everything from a young age, it didn’t matter what it was; Their mom wanted them to be a prodigy in everything, the most prominent things being Violin, piano and kung fu. Dex had come out to their mom, and soon it became something to use against them.

Dex and their mom were in constant arguments daily, but by evening their mom was parading them through downtown before they went to eat dinner and go to bed. But by the age of 9 an accident had occurred, and right in front of Dex’s eyes their mom was turned into a puddle of flesh, organs, blood, and other bodily fluids. (It was not finger licking good ☹️ /j)

It had left Dex with scars along their body and trauma to deal with. When they were found they were placed into their fathers custody, and that's when they gained an accepting parent.

And soon they transitioned and changed their name with their fathers permission, and was trained and taught languages and fighting styles and mainly how to fight with a spear. Dex has powers but doesn’t know about them, since they are constantly helping their father and only have enough time to sleep and eat whilst doing so.

They were sent to the camp as a spy when their father had come up with the idea, and sent them a monthly allowance for it. They have books and journals in different languages, and can contact their father through a mirror that they have hidden.

Dex when Nadia and Angie find out their a spy almost murders them in a fit of fear, before they leave them kinda beat up and make them swear they won’t tell anyone. And grow kinda distant for a while from them, and become scared to touch them after watching them recover slowly from a distance. They don’t report this to their dad.

REFERENCE SHEET BELOW vvv

Together they go on a journey??? TO THE WEST! nah jk- but so far we haven't really written a concrete story yet, it's mostly just dealing with Dexs betrayl rn but I'll update when any changes occur!<3

[ottpopfic]

“It's okay,” Katie croaks, taking her godfather's hand in hers, both their palms slippery with blood. Jason's unfocused eyes train on her face, brow pinched with concern “I got it from here. You can go to him”

---

Leo and Jason are the first to pass of the seven

When Katie comes to she knows immediately that Uncle Leo is dead

Some possessed someone has been targeting safehouses, very monster of the week. The Bomb Shelter, a backyard fallout shelter turned house show venue that acts as a temple to Ah-Pa in Cincinnati, has been tracking them after a failed uprising. They had gotten an IM from Alania, the daughter of Iris who runs the place, that the group was heading north after the failed attempt. 

They hadn't been worried. If the assailants barely touched The Bomb Shelter, a five-person operation where two members were fully mortal, The Way Station should be fine. 

At least until the oncoming force got their hands on a fucking trebuchet

They didn't get much warning, just a feeling and then a sound as she and Uncle Leo locked eyes and knew . Katie had enough time to scale up a chunk of curved sheet metal to kick over their two current apprentices before Uncle Leo tackled her to the floor as the wall and rose window exploded in 

The large flaming barrel full of stones the opposition hits them with only does some of the damage, the rest of it is the equipment in the WorkShop going up on its own. They have both magical and mortal machinery and raw materials, a lot of which when combined wrong are a hazard on their own. The major issue is that the projectile hits the dust catcher’s receptacle, once it goes up it's all over. The fireball it creates shoots through the vents and into the other equipment, bypassing the safety enchantments and creating a multitude of explosions sending shrapnel flying in all directions

Katie knows her godfather is dead in three ways. First she feels it, his soul downstairs. He's blocking the line of traffic like a dickhead, waiting, she knows exactly for who. The older she gets the easier things are to feel in the upside down, and someone so close to her is a simple feat

The second is that his body is still on top of her. He's too cold, like his internal flame fled with him leaving Uncle Leo at a regular mortal body temperature. She can also see that he's dead, there are multiple giant shrapnel wounds from where he protected her with his body, and way too much blood. He's also not breathing, or moving, or anything. Festus is standing over them both, about the size of a horse as Katie likes to shrink him down so he can hang inside, blasting fire whenever anyone or anything gets close 

The third is that the Way Station is in her head like never before. Ever since moving here it's been a pickle in the back of her mind, a feeling here an emotion there. Now it's speaking full sentences, Katie can feel every want and need. If she weren't so out of it it would be overwhelming 

She can see Uncle Jason from where she lies prone on the floor under the wreckage. He's holding his own against multiple flying enemies, but even the Pontifex Maximus Valdez Son of Jupiter can't help his age. Katie's dads are in their seventies now, and it shows

Uncle Jason is injured, he has arrows sticking out of his back and a nasty gash on his left arm and chest, but he's still going. Katie gets the impression that he knows he's not making it out of this battle and he's just trying to take out as many infiltrators as he can before he falls, fighting like the wounded and cornered animal he is. Every movement is filled with rage and desperation, using his powers without care for the consequences. It would be terrifying if she wasn't still struggling to consciousness

Katie doesn't think she could ever be scared of any of her dads, not the way other people tend to be. Big shows of power are the norm for her, and she knows they would never ever hurt her. But if she was going to be, this is the closest. Uncle Jason fights like he has nothing to lose, like he's lost it all already. The electricity that pours off of him is rolling and visible, half alive on its own. And where Uncle Jason usually fights with this dignity, a trained poise and finesse, have been replaced by this feralness as he's full-on taking people out with his teeth

It's hard to watch, but Katie is also feeling super out of it in a way she can't place

You have a concussion the Way Station informs her, that makes sense 

Are our apprentices okay? She asks back

The apprentices are alive

Are there any dead?

There are three dead

Are you counting Uncle Jason?

Yes

Who's the third

Cirro  

Oh

Katie has always liked the cloud nymph, she had joined the Way Station only a little before Katie was found. She was a wonderful kind hearted spirit, always there to lend an ear and an excellent baker, she will be missed

Uncle Jason staggers after he takes out the last attacker, trying to balance for a second before his sword clatters from his hand and he collapses to the floor. Festus makes a wounded heartbroken keen above her but keeps his post

You need to get up the Way Station tells her It will be worse if you don't. You have things to do

She does have things to do

Katie rolls over, using her arms to drag herself out from under Uncle Leo’s body. It hurts , every movement hurts but she keeps going, ignoring Festus’s worried whining and pulling herself over the wreckage toward where Uncle Jason lays barely breathing

When she finally crawls her way to him he's almost dead. One of the arrows went through a lung, his breathing wet and ragged. She couldn't save him even if she wanted to, not with his age and injury and the amount of blood he's lost, but he needs to go he needs to be with Uncle Leo

They have to go together . If they don't go together their cycle will start again, storm or fire, and their souls won't survive it a second time. Dieing for each other, pulling each other out of the underworld over and over, it has bound their souls together more than any prophecy ever could. There is no one without the other now

“It's okay,” Katie croaks, taking her godfather's hand in hers, both the palms slippery with blood. His unfocused eyes train on her face, brow pinched with concern “I got it from here. You can go to him”

She holds his hand until he passes, it doesn't take long. He can't talk, but she knows he tells her he loves her, she loves him too. She waits until she can feel her goddad’s meet, they head for Aunt Styx together. They have already paid for the passage many times over, she doesn't need to worry

It's okay, they are together

It takes her a moment to hull herself to her feet, her body feels fuzzy and far away, but she stumbles to the hole in the wall all the same. Katie has always been able to see things that are super small, never needing the magnifying lenses others do to do the same work she does. But sometimes, if she works really hard at it, she can see things far away like she's looking through her binoculars

It's a trebuchet, like they knew it was, all outfitted to the nines and surrounded by monsters and lackeys. The man in charge, possessed as he is, is decked in golden armor like the king he is trying to become. Katie has always needed a line of sight to use her powers, but she feels the Way Station helping push her visuals, she can see all the details

The man's mouth is open as he yells an order, she can see all of his teeth. She lets her magic take hold of a back tooth, the twelve-year molar her medical training tells her, and then makes it grow. The screaming and the loss of the view of the bone as the man clutches his head in his hands doesn't change anything, her magic holds on tight, scaling the tooth up and up until it erupts out of the side of the man's face, the sharp roots of the molar puncturing his brain and exploding out his skull.

When she lets go of the tooth to move on to the second-in-command it starts to shrink back to its original size on its own. That's how it's always worked with organic living things, even if he's not exactly living anymore with the side of his head blown open and his shredded brain falling out. Inanimate objects keep their scale when she's done with them, living things don't, it's not a big deal. Katie uses her powers to grab the second-in-command’s tongue as the woman screams in horror, giving her the same treatment. it's hard to tell if she suffocates first or dies from her jaw and cranium being ripped apart and then off her neck by the sheer size the muscle reaches

She kills four more people this way before her wife gets to her, wrapping both arms around her waist and pulling her from the hole in the side of the building. Katie feels even more lightheaded with the break in the connection, in a far-off way she realizes her nose is bleeding and that's probably bad. An over extent of her powers or a reaction to her injuries, she can't tell

Festus is back too, hot on her wife's heels like he went to get her himself and supporting some of the blond’s weight

“I gotta, I gotta” Katie is mumbling, she can still see some of their attackers. Most are dead or in some kind of retreat, but she can't be sure

“Katie you gotta stop ” Lettie insists, pulling her so she can't see out of the side of the building anymore. Festus helps by pushing Katie with his body, corralling them like a sheepdog

“But I gotta, ” The Way Station is pushing her to continue, it's so angry and miserable and it wants them to not only leave and never come back but pay for what they have done and who they have taken

“Please baby,” Lettie turns her in her arms so she can see her face. There's a gnarly cut through her left eyebrow that is still slowly trickling blood into her eye and she is covered in dust and dirt and detritus, her beautiful blond ringlet curls matted down with mud and debris “Please Katie your hurt, and Jason and Leo-”

“It okay,” she tells her wife, eyes unfocused as they both slide to the floor “It's okay they went together”

“Katie-”

“They had to go together” she's desperate for Lettie to understand, bloody hands clutching at the blond’s ripped dress “It would start again if they didn't go together, but they went together so they're okay”

Lettie has this look she recognizes, but it's not one she's used to having directed at herself. It's the one people give Papi sometimes he does big underworld magic, or when Dad uses his plague powers, like for the first time her wife is scared of her “Katie that's not-”

“The Way Station says I have a concussion” Katie pushes on. 

“It's talking to you?”

“Yeah”

“Oh sweetheart ” 

Lettie pulls her into her lap, the blond bracing her back against the bricks and Festus. Katie can hear her saying something about calling her dads, then Lettie is swiping her thumb through the trail of blood from her still bleeding nose and wiping it across the coin charm on her necklace. Katie can hear her secretary Janet’s voice, then a very panicked Papi, but it feels far away like she listening through cotton. 

“C’mon baby, stay with me” Lettie prompts, papping Katie’s cheek, but it's hard to stay focused. Now that she's not concentrating on defending her home, information from the Way Station is streaming through her head unfiltered. There are forty-five broken windows not including the rose window which they have destroyed 78% of and over 50% of the roof garden is unsalvageable and they have lost six of the fruit trees also there's a water leak that is affecting the mortal structure below and at least one load-bearing wall is at risk of collapse as well as every resident is injured in some way and the infirmary is already at capacity and she's being fed the exact location of every inhabitant in real time some of who are trapped in some way and she needs to go help them right now

Suddenly Dad’s face is swimming into view, his warm hands holding the sides of Katie’s face so he can inspect her. She can feel his vitalkinesis slam through her hard, no gentle rev-up or bedside manor, right into triage mode. 

“Papi shouldn't shadow travel like that,” she slurs out, they are getting too old to be hopping about willie-nillie especially with carry-ons

“Think that's the least of your concerns right now sweetpea.” Dad tells her, in full doctor mode

“We have five that are in critical care and three dead,” she recites, somehow her disaster training coming through first

“Uh-huh?” Dad lets go of one side of her face to scale up his med kit and dig around “Tell me what else is wrong”

“Two of the critical are still under ruble we gotta-”

“Your Papi is on that, tell me what's broken”

“Mark has a broken clavicle and -”

“No, tell me about the building’s damage”

“The garden and main room are the worst, but we got structural damage on both our side and mortal side.” That's easier, not as raw. It's painful to track the people but the hard statistics of the infrastructure feel more neutral “The stair creation enchantment has been damaged we will need to gather the right supplies to fix it, I don't know if we have enough crab blood”

Dad is tying something on her right leg, the one that was trapped under Uncle Leo and the shrapnel of the exploded WorkShop. That's not right, she just has a concussion  

“Wa’s goin’ on,” she asks, she still can't really feel her body right. She tries to pitch forward to see what Dad is doing down there  “Wa’s wrong”

“Don't look baby,” Lettie tells her, putting a gentle hand on Katie's forehead so she can't look down. It holds her against her wife’s shoulder, Katie can feel how there is blood on her hands too. Festus puts his big warm metal head in her lap, helping keep her still

“Keep her talking,” Dad says to Lettie over her shoulder and starts in on a hymn 

“C’mon Kat-Bird, how many bricks do we need to replace?” Lettie prompts, the number comes instantly into her brain 

Lettie keeps her talking like that, gentle questions about the state of the building that the Way Station gladly feeds to her. Now that Katie isn't in fight or flight anymore she can feel the full loopiness of her concussion, making her sluggish and dazed. The only thing that’s sharp in her mind is what the Way Station is informing her, all hard facts.

When her godfathers reach the other end of the river Katie bursts into tears. She has to be in shock or something, because one moment she's barely aware of her surroundings and the next she's so wracked with grief that she just can't take it

“ They crossed ,” Katie sobs. She feels Lettie pulling her closer, her wife pressing a kiss into her hair as her own tears drop onto Katie’s ruined shirt. Festus lets out a mournful whine

Papi slides up to them a moment later. His expression is pained from feeling it himself and winded like he ran to them. The second Katie locks eyes with him she starts crying harder

“They went together ,” she tells him through her tears

“I know Pippi ,” Papi reassures, putting his arms around Lettie’s shoulders so he can hold the two of them “You did good”

Katie just cries, the closest members of her family holding each other tight, yet two people short. 

“I got her as stable as I can here,” Dad eventually tells them “Let's get to the Infirmary, Georgie is gathering everyone there and I don't think the floor is sound”

They don't let Katie stand, Papi scoops her up bridal style with an old man grunt, careful around her legs. Festus helps Lettie get up by giving her his neck and shoulders to haul herself up with

“But we gotta-” Katie tries to argue, still crying and loopy even as she tucks her face into Papi’s shoulder 

“It's okay, the others are coming to help,” Dad says

“Who?” Lettie asks following behind, Festus helping support most of her weight 

“ Everyone ”

[problematicraccoon]

🍎&🌊 for the shifting game <3

THANKS FOR THE ASKKKKKKKKKKKKK

question one: pretend your dr has one of those filler-beach-day episodes. what’s everyone doing?

once again i am gonna do my skz dr with this one, cos i miss it T0T

Chris is probably off somewhere staring at the sunset, standing in the water. Seungmin's probably there with him, warning him to be careful standing somewhere so slippery at "his old age". Chris is currently trying not to punch him in the throat.

Felix is getting picked up and hauled off by Changbin, who's cackling like a little gremlin and running around with Lix over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Jeongin and Minho are throwing Hyunjin into the water after Hyunjin REPEATEDLY has said he just wants to build a sandcastle and be left tf alone.

I'm sitting by mine and Hyunjin's unfinished sandcastle as he's carried away kicking and screaming, as Jisung comes up and tries to rizz me up by flexing his muscles and jokingly asking if im single (we've been dating for like seven months lmfao), but he can't keep a straight face and neither can i, and we both just end up laughing. he eventually gives up and plops down beside me to help build the moat for the sandcastle. Hyunjin trudges back to us, soaked and looking pissed, as Jeongin and Minho laugh hysterically behind him.

once the sun sets, we hang out for a little while longer before we head back to our hotel, grabbing ice cream on the way. we stay up half the night just talking <3

question two: what are three songs that remind you of your dr and why?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION ILOVE THIS QUEASITON

Oil & Water by PVRIS. mainly because of the chorus, which goes "maybe it's foolish, but I wouldn't do this, for anyone else but you. but i'm born to do this, fall and keep moving, up on my way to you" and i think we can all resonate with this T0T

Midnight Fiction by ILLIT. its just such a dreamy, pretty song. i always have it on in the background when im attempting a shift or just daydreaming about my guys :) makes me think about them.

The Creeper Rap by tryhardninja. mainly cos i cant wait to connect my phone to our blutooth speaker and start playing this song on full blast to jumpscare the guys T0T cant wait to terrorize them

[legacyshenanigans]

I don't hate you THAT much..

The boys all ran through the Forbidden forest, a Troll close on their heels, and adrenaline pumping through their veins, the sounds of panting, hollering, and the troll roaring echoing the area. Garreth and Leander hurled out spells towards the troll behind them as they ran, with Sebastian joining just in front of them as he had a firm grip of Ominis's hand helping him run through the dense valley, Amit and Everett were slightly ahead but also trying to fire out spells towards the troll. They all eventually made it to a large open space clearing of the woods. Garreth yelled out for them all to keep running as he stood in the clearing about to face the troll head on.

Leander: Not a chance! Im with you!!

Sebastian: Amit! Everett! Take Ominis and keep going!!

Ominis: Sebastian?! I-

Sebastian: Please Ominis! I dont want you getting hurt!

Amit: Of course!

Everett: Come on Ominis!

The Ravenclaw pair look Ominis with them, all the while Ominis shouted out for Sebastian in despair. Sebastian ran back towards the clearing to help the two Gryffindors, all three of them grunting and shouting out their spells towards the Troll, Leander had climbed up a nearby platform shooting spells from above as Sebastian and Garreth remained on the ground.

Sebastian: Keep fucking blasting it! And watch out for his hits!!

Garreth: Got it!!

The three of them running themselves to exhaustion against the behemoth Troll in front of them, Sebastian knew he could end this Troll in a heartbeat with dark magic, but resisted the urge, in fear of Garreth and Leander getting it out there, they weren't exactly the "best of friend's" so he felt his worries were valid.

The Troll hit the ground HARD with its club, sending a mass shock wave, making Sebastian and Garreth fly back onto the floor of the clearing. Sebastian quickly stood back up and looked over, seeing Garreth still lay on the floor, gripping at his leg in agony after hitting it against a large rock from the force of being pushed back, the Troll glaring towards him, beginning to charge over, club in the air.

Leander felt helpless atop the platform, still firing spells, but the troll was in some form of frenzy, Sebastian widened his eye's as he shouted out "Weasley!!!!" Running over to him and standing between the wounded Gryffindor and the Troll, the creature still coming full force, Sebastians face curled into intense anger as he held up his wand, screaming out "AVADA KEDAVRA!!!!" Sending a large bolt of green magic darting towards the troll, hitting it in the chest, the Troll letting out a strangled gasp, its eyes rolling back as it instantly fell backwards, hitting the floor with a loud crash. Silence filled the forest, Leander making his way from the top of the platform. Sebastian was panting, staring at the dead troll, before turning his attention to Garreth.

Garreth simply stared at Sebastian in shock, panting himself as Leander appeared.

Leander: Garreth! *kneels down beside him* Fuck, your leg! Are you ok?!

Garreth: Yeah *winces* I'm fine...

Sebastian: ....

Leander: *looks towards Sebastian* Didn't know you knew unforgivables Sallow...Never seen one in action before.

Sebastian: I...I just-

Garreth: You saved my life...*small smile*

Leander: You did *smiles* I'm willing to forget what I saw here today..Just from that alone.

Sebastian: *gives them a small smile back*

Garreth: Quite surprising, actually....Heh...You, saving my life.

Sebastian: Shut up Weasley *chuckles*....I dont hate you THAT much that I'd of let you die..

Leander and Sebastian both help Garreth up, to make their way once again through the forest.

~

[soundofastar]

*Knocks on your door innocently*

Hi chat, it's Uly anon are you surprised to see me? I hope not

HEY, I'VE BEEN DELAYING SENDING THIS ASK FOR SO LONG because I'm kind of awkward BUT I LOVE YOUR OCS. WHAT THE HELL, AND YOUR ARTSTYLE??? I'M GOING TO GOBBLE IT UP

Like, just let me steal your art rq /SILLY

Words can't describe how much I love your artstyle though like GOSH SODJFJFJRJEJRJ

Okay okay, so I don't really know how to word this but I love misses and I also love Raena, if you are ever so kind. . .I would like to know anything that hasn't really been said IF YOU ARE SO INCLINED

But to be soooooo honest, I really love Raena, and he makes me so sad. So great job on doing that, because those are usually the best characters. I just *sighs* love Raena and Azazel 😔

MISHA !!!! ULYSSES !!!! They are a train reck, I fear, and I LIVE for it. GOSH they are so silly willy

Also, if you don't know, it's basically my full-time job to fangirl so I'm so sorry about that 😓

I hope this finds you well !!! And have a great day :)

-Ulysses loving anon

haha, hello uly anon! its really nice to see you as well! im really glad you enjoy my art (mine art style ..... You Ate it....... UAAAAA) and my characters!!!

don't worry about being a fangirl, its really flattering and exciting for me that people find my characters interesting (all thanks to neon!! love you so much. SIBLING BLAST! :]) and fun!

moving on, i believe neon has talked a lot about misses in general, however misha on her own is mostly my realm (of course, shes my character...) so i will give you general information about her, haha! dont worry, she has some relation to raena (whose information has almost been exhausted), so i will touch on him eventually.

misha kiselyov is the owner of a clothing brand within novaturient. her company is surprisingly not that predatory (at least for novaturient standards), yet not completely absolved from flaws and things of the such. aside from that, she does participate in the creation of clothing, and shes quite a prodigy in fashion design. in her free time, she does on-request tailoring of the highest quality!

she met ulysses through a one-time date, and they did decide that a relationship was just, Not For Them, but continued talking to eachother. kind of as a rebound, and also because...

well. misha's husband was killed in the war! (his name was elpenor!) he kind of fell and died because he was drunk. whoops. but misha's son received the letter of his death, and misha wished to take revenge on ulysses after the death of her son, ilia kiselyov. (he died during a magical girl duel, unrelated to the war)

this is why she has a weird situationship with her. to make things short, she kept talking and asking for favors of him and essentially maintaining a 'relationship' with him to eventually enact her plan. this didnt work. she fell for him.

why favors, you ask? well, misha did eventually remarry. she married miss aracea! an inquisitor that did really fucked up shit with her husband in the denizen district!

and ulysses told her about this before they got married. what a nice guy! misha did take this at face value, since he wasnt lying, but didnt really hold affection for miss aracea anymore. its okay, because miss aracea's daughter, mikhailis aracea, kind of went crazy and killed her parents! not misha. she loves misha.

misha used ulysses to get contacts to other corpheads and get the best opportunities for her daughter, whom she proceded to adopt after the death of both araceas.

however, she isn't an only child. her brother is none other than raena mondlicht iuris! due to his parents' history as inquisitors, he decided to fully distance himself from his family, and that included poor mikhailis. mikhailis really loves her brother, though, even if hes painfully neutral about her.

as it stands, misha really does care and love for ulysses. its... a bit painful for her, actually. she feels like shes betraying her diseased fiance, but at the same time, she really couldnt help it. its destined to fail, though. misha is no penelope, and nothing will change that. but she also loves toying and messing with him. it did get her injured a few times (we dont talk about the twice-happening roleplay cannibalism incident. we do, actually.) but shes a strong woman!

i think that's a lot of information. i may be missing a bunch, but it's more fun to not share everything sometimes! hope you enjoyed, uly anon! :) happy to see you around here!

art cred: @ / wolvzephyr (here on tumblr!)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Heyo! M.I., here, with a second update today. Hopefully this makes up for the complete absence of Blackie in the first one. (Oh, and I totally forgot to say this earlier...can you seriously just picture Freddy getting a second glove, but they're both full of crochet needles lmao)

1974

You've almost stopped noticing the passage of time. One day you could have a customer bundled in their winter coat, the next shorts and sandals. Which usually didn't indicate much besides a change in hemisphere.

Seasonal holidays aren't really important, either. The one thing you do have? New Year's Eve. The Cafe seems to love it, transforming itself into a tacky wonderland of streamers and lights. The tv screen flipping from one celebration to another.

Your little group of three gathers around as the clock strikes midnight wherever you are, clinking the champagne the building always provides.

This year, Blackie seems strangely on edge. This, in turn, puts you on edge. Nothing gets to him, so if something has, that can't be good. He never says much during the toast beyond the standard wishing of a happy new year, maybe some cynical musings about who's going to wander in over the next one.

You're simultaneously intrigued and worried by the cryptic 'to new beginnings,' he offers up. It's too out of the ordinary to be unimportant.

You're not reassured when he's nowhere to be found the next morning. Logically, you understand that Blackie disappears all the time. He's got things to set in motion. But you can't shake the feeling something's...off.

Not that you're given much time to ponder it before the door swings open, ushering in a pair of teenagers along with a blast of cold air.

There's a ring on the girl's left hand that can only have come from a box of Cracker Jack with how cheap it looks. It's the most terrifying promise you've ever seen and you hate her boyfriend on principle.

It's going to be impossible to speak with them together. You can already tell that from the defiant way the girl cuddles into the arm draped around her shoulders. No one understands how in love they are. How ready to take on the world.

He's a musician. God, of course he is! The hair gave that away. That and the way he goes on about just needing to get in front of the right people with his guitar and it'll be smooth sailing to the top. You know she's afraid of being left in the stardust, even if she doesn't say it.

Seeing them, you have to give yourself some credit. Tommy had never gone near a guitar. His sole ambition was 'become rich.'...Oh. No, actually, maybe you don't deserve any credit. You spent years believing in someone who had a vague dream and no discernable talent or skills to achieve it.

This girl can't be allowed to go the same way.

You finally manage to corner her in the bathroom, eyes darting quickly to search out any signs of abuse when she emerges from the stall. It's sad to say, but you've been here long enough to become an expert.

"You alright, honey," you ask. "Should I call someone?"

"No," the girl says tersely, scrubbing her hands extra hard and avoiding your gaze. Clearly she's heard this all before. "I'm fine."

"Maybe you think that, now, but-"

"Leave me alone!"

Alright, that was clumsy of you. Poorly-handled. Fortunately, the extra delay has bought Tommy enough time to get the boyfriend away somewhere. The girl looks uneasy, twisting her ring as she waits in the booth.

It's a good two hours before they return, freezing you with the swing of the door. The boy looks pale, sitting down across from his girlfriend instead of cuddling up again. Taking her hands. You can't hear the conversation, but she's shaking her head frantically.

"What'd you say to him," you ask Tommy, getting him alone in the kitchen.

The two of you watch through the window, keeping your own voices low. Standing a little back and to the side so they won't immediately catch you if they look up.

"Showed 'im he was being stupid," Tommy replies, holding out his arm to offer you a cuddle. You allow it. "There's a bridge about five miles from here, old guy under it with nothing but a guitar..."

You have a feeling you know exactly who the old guy was, and find yourself oddly relieved to know where Blackie had gone. Along with sorry to have missed seeing him dressed down in hobo-chic. His antics aren't nearly so bad when he's on the helper side of things. Shame he's gotta be an ass just as frequently, but you're starting to understand that's a literal requirement of the job.

Doesn't mean he needs to have so much fun with it.

"Kid thinks he's invincible," Tommy continues. You tilt your head back to look at him and the two of you exchange bitter smiles. "Said that would never happen to him and if it did he'd just work his way up. So I asked what about her. What does he think happens to women living under a bridge and could he protect her from that?"

"That actually worked?"

"I had to spin a few worst case scenarios, but...yeah. He's a hot-headed idiot, but he definitely cares."

"He's not hurting her?"

"Nah. Except right now," Tommy adds as an afterthought while you watch the ensuing drama play out.

The girl starts crying, throwing her cheap ring at her boyfriend and flouncing out the door. Letting in another blast of cold and nearly bowling Blackie over in the process. She pauses long enough to give a red-faced apology before hurrying on.

You're even more relieved to see him back. But that something is still hanging over him.

He looks at the boy, who ducks his head at the scrutiny.

"Lover's quarrel?"

"Yeah." The kid runs his hand through his rockstar hair. Bends to collect the ring from under the table. "Yeah. Guess I better go after 'er."

"Ya think," you mutter sarcastically, finally untangling from Tommy as he gives a quiet laugh at your remark.

One more blast of cold, that still manages to reach you in the warm kitchen thanks to the giant window. Making you grumble as your bare legs have had enough.

Blackie sits with his back to the counter, leaning on his elbows; lazily snapping his fingers at the tv. You and Tommy make your way into the dining area for a better view.

The screen displays the adolescent lovebirds waiting at a bus stop. Huddling for warmth and talking about going home to see what opportunities Jesse can find there. You'd wondered what their names were, as both had refused to give them. You still don't know hers, but it's enough that you do know they'll be sensible. Work hard and wait for things to happen in their own time. Instead of getting impatient for dreams that were too far out of reach.

She's not wearing the ring. It gives you hope she'll outgrow hot-headed rockstars in the meantime.

Suddenly, there's a shift in the atmosphere. A humming energy that makes you gasp in recognition. You and Tommy turn as one to face the door.

It's glowing. Barely able to contain the too-bright whiteness behind it. Blackie reaches into the air for his sunglasses. You reach for Tommy's hand, giving it a squeeze.

The door swings open. The pair of you step forward but something...blocks you. Only you. Tommy stops, as well, looking down at you apologetically. The last time he'll ever have to do that, you know.

"I love you," he says.

You don't say it back, that would be dishonest. But you do let yourself be kissed goodbye for the sake of the past and the almost rekindling that had begun with your stay here.

Then he's gone.

That's when it hits you all over again. The way it had the night you died. He was your biggest regret. When you were alive, it was always lurking in your subconscious. The post-death, better version had almost made you forget. And you'd found yourself starting to care for him the way you had when you were bright-eyed and stupid. Free of bitterness.

Now he's let go of his regrets and left you behind. The way he should've in the first place. You stand regarding the door with open hostility as it gently sways in his wake. Taking a harsh, shuddering breath, you stalk towards the ladies' room without a word. Trusting The Cafe will know what you need.

It's an empty, white void when you get there and you smile, sad but grateful, before throwing your head back and screaming into it.

"I was a child, you no good, reckless son!of!a!biiiiitch!!"

He'd never even given you so much as a Cracker Jack ring. Bastard.

You stay there for who knows how long. Shrieking, crying, kicking and pounding your fists on the soft yet sturdy walls. Your rage isn't spent by the time you leave, but you need an interactive target. Preferably male. There's only one of those available right now. Or, you suppose that should be 'anymore.'

To be honest, even limited to verbal sparring, fighting with Blackie is satisfying in a way. You get to be angry without feeling bad about it, and you know he'll give as good as he gets.

He's right where you left him. Though now he's facing forward, eating a cup of coffee with a spoon. Like it's cereal. Overloaded with sugar, too, if you had to guess. He raises an eyebrow curiously at your return. As if there wasn't a very good chance he'd seen your entire breakdown on the television screen and was waiting for you.

You hope not but...you know there's precedent. Honestly, you were sure the building meant well, but you'd rather've had a moment to yourself.

"Why didn't you stop him," you demand, stomping over and slamming a hand on the counter.

Blackie shuffles to the next bar stool, taking his coffee with him. Away from you. Which you think probably has less to do with feeling threatened and more with how far you've encroached on his personal space to yell at him. Practically in his face if he'd turned even an inch in your direction.

"Not really my job."

"Oh, bull!"

He should have been more than capable of dangling an offer that left Tommy stuck here with you. The way he deserved.

Thinking about it, now, you feel a little betrayed. Saving the kids must have been a final step. For him. Something The Cafe had begun by giving you that glimpse into his thoughts. Earning his redemption in your eyes and setting him free with your forgiveness.

"He was ready," Blackie says with a shrug. "I can't stop that."

"And me?" You're still spitting your words like tearful daggers. "Don't I get to be ready? I was right there with him for all of it."

Why are you still here, in this endless, timeless limbo? Helping other people move on or go home when you can't do either.

"Not up to me," Blackie reiterates calmly. "That's between you and...uh..."

He trails off, pointing upward. Directing his eyes the same way. His refusal to engage properly somewhat deflates your anger and you settle for scoffing at the unfairness; folding your arms and dropping onto the seat he'd just vacated.

There's a little glitch in reality as he slides his cup across the counter. Well, it's not his, anymore. Just a duplicate. This one filled with cocoa and a generous dollop of whipped cream.

Somehow, his coffee never actually moved despite the fact you'd watched it happen.

"Thanks," you say, more to him than the building. You're not happy with it at the moment. "When I was really upset, mom used to-"

Make you hot chocolate just like this. Even in the summer, braving the heat to simmer it on the stove because nothing cheered you up quite as well. Blackie knows this, already. In that unsettling way he knew everything about your lives.

For a moment, you sip quietly and think about finally making a wish to go home. You'd phrase it as 'I wish I'd never met Tommy.'

Except it wouldn't do any good. You'd danced that dance before. The first night when you'd passed all the little tests Blackie threw at you to prove yourself worthy of being a guardian spirit or whatever you were, now. Your life would be on fast forward until the inevitable death at twenty-six.

No matter how things played out, there wasn't any more future left for you. And you'd just been rejected by heaven. No way of knowing if that were temporary or permanent.

"Did you know," you ask quietly, fidgetting with your cup handle. "Is that why you've been so..."

Trailing off, you gesture vaguely. Trying to convey with a wave of your hand that he hadn't been himself.

"I did."

It's matter-of-fact. No guilt or apology. He and The Cafe both knew Tommy's stay was drawing to a close without you. Both helped facilitate it.

"A warning would've been nice, thanks."

"Why?" Blackie still has that same matter-of-fact tone, spooning more coffee into his mouth. "It wouldn't have changed anything...just sped up the sulking."

You huff at him, sipping your cocoa.

"I could've been more prepared."

"True," he concedes. "But tell me this: the night you died...would you want someone warning you, knowing it was still going to happen? Nothing you could do but dread the inevitable."

"No, but...this is different."

"Not really."

You hate admitting Blackie's right. In a way, it was still a death you'd be dreading and couldn't stop. Tommy's gone and he won't be back. You hate him. You're jealous. You once loved him. He was your friend. You'll miss him. For good or bad, that was still a decade and some odd years spent together.

You can't help feeling very conspired against.

Not to mention very disturbed, suddenly wondering what else Blackie knew. If his strange mood didn't have just as much to do with awkwardness around seeing things he shouldn't.

"Did you see...us," you ask, cringing back from the question while the words are still forming.

He looks away, only giving you a glance from the corner of his eye.

"Do you want honest or reassuring?"

Okay, that answers that. Now you're stuck with him for who knows how long, and you don't know if you can ever bear to face him again.

You gather what's left of your cocoa and beat a hasty retreat toward the ladies' and your own room, but his next words pull you up short. Addressed to the nearly empty cup he's idly stirring.

"For the record...I turned it right back off."

"Thank you," you say, clutching your cup and exhaling the words on a sigh of relief. "That was really-"

Polite. Kind. Gentlemanly. What comes out is an awkward combination.

"-polind...ly. Look, I'm just going to avoid you for awhile until we can both pretend that didn't happen."

"Perfectly understandable." Then he looks up. Deadpan except for the mischievous twinkle. "But don't worry. I saw more of Tommy and his birthmark than of you."

You laugh. Just like that, everything's okay again. You're still going to hide for at least a week, though.

Blackieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

He's killing me XD Oh lord.

The bit where Frank has the opportunity to watch Fae change in the first ep but turns the screen off is my FAVOURITE part of the first episode XD And seeing it mirrored here is giving me all good feelings 💛!💛!💛!

This is my favourite part so far XD Every new part you make is my new favourite, though-

[pierregazly]

it's raining in my part of the world and since im still on my gasly twin bs, i present

the gasly twins during a rainy race

just imagine them in their little rain boots and toddler sized versions of the rbr and ferrari rain uniforms

merc and alpine have their own teams' rain jackets on stand by if the little tornados decide to pay them a visit

ellie and théo moving about the paddock by taking turns jumping in the puddles that are forming

imagine an intern is tasked with keeping up with the gasly twins

the twins are going about having the grandest of times while having a grown adult probably with a masters degree or two under their belt running after the resident demon spawns of the paddock with an umbrella in hand to make sure they dont get too wet

ONE OF THE TWINS CARRYING AN UMBRELLA BUT CAUSE THE PROPORTIONS IT LOOKS GIANT

FULLY EXTENDED IT WOULD PROBABLY BE THE SAME HEIGHT AS THE BOTH OF THEM (derailing a bit to say i think ellie would be just the tiniest bit taller while théo would be the tiniest bit older)

back to the topic at hand

the twins each drinking a hot chocolate when spectating the race with their respective team principles, while the adults have a coffee to keep warm as well

and while they are drinking their warm drinks fred and christian are talking to them like full grown adults who work for them and the twins responding in same fashion

fred 🤝 christian: turning the twins into mini team principles one race at a time

omg ellie and théo making fred and christian patch them through to their uncles so they can tell them to watch out for puddles

(i can make a whole post of the twins on the team radios)

after the race they demand a cuddle session with their uncles (mick, sharl, george, lew, etc.) so that they can make sure they are warm from the elements of the day

their parents dont even get an invite at first and when they ask ellie responds with an "i guess 🤷‍♀️"

okay i think i've gone on long enough, hope this cheered you up a bit after the week you had 💜

☕

no but imagining little babies jumping through puddles in their little rain gear has me 🥹

ellie and theo would absolutely have a blast during rainy races, even if it’s pouring and everyone’s stressed and concerned about the hazardous conditions they’d just be having the time of their life (fred and christian would be like oh no rainy races are great, don’t worry little mini me’s, your uncle’s are totally fine [they’re not])

even if it hurts them to admit it, although the hot cocoa is great at ferrari and red bull, alpine interns make it special for them with the best chocolate they can find and it’s probably the only time you’ll ever willingly see them in the alpine garage during a rainy race

ALSO JUSTICE FOR THE INTERNS MY GOD

[watery-pancake]

It's a weird pattern I've only now been able to notice, after regurgitating that previous story. I always fall into the same pattern. Becoming comfortable in a new person, settling into routine and feeling like myself, and they switch up on me and suddenly everything is different and we end things and I end up alone once more.

It's different in my current relationship, where now that we've both settled into routine, I've found him becoming more and more loving as time goes on. It makes me so uncomfortable.

It breaks the moment when shitty things happen. The other day I was harassed by a guy in an Uber, and he fell asleep before I could finish talking about it. I used to wait hours for his calls and texts, and he consistently stays up to the dawn of morning, but the first time this has happened to me and I need comfort? He just sleeps. The next day, when I could really use attention to feel comfort. Conveniently, he decides to take a day to himself, exploring the city. I wished he came to my job to surprise me to help me feel better. I found comfort in coworkers and customers. I came home and he showed me the beautiful sunset over the bridge, and it felt mocking. It wasn't his intention, obviously. But here I was, working all day, and feeling as lonely as ever, and he's able to just relax and enjoy life. The beautiful view I have to watch from my bed while my feet throb from standing all day. And today, I worked a full 8 hour shift on a busy Saturday, and after I talk about my day, he has nothing to say. I ask him a question, and he automatically assumed I've finished.

He wasn't listening.

He can say he was doing laundry. Or that he wasn't at his phone since he was busy. Or whatever excuse to shift the blame to it being my fault. It hurt. A lot. I watched tiktoks, and he just said there was a problem with my audio being too loud, and I muted myself. I doubt he ever noticed, considering his silence for the following hour. Not a single interaction to me or my long monologue about my day. I waited that full hour hoping he would say something, anything. All I heard was his TV blasting noise to my headphones. I gave up, and said goodnight. I almost wished I'd gotten drunk tonight again, but my legs ache too much to get the bottle. Nor do I want to drink. I just want to relax.

And tomorrow (or should I say later today after staying up all night) I'll go to a family gathering with him, and this will be a 'dumb overdramatic' memory once again. As they always become, for comfort's sake.

What am I supposed to do, talk about it with him? A stupid idea. ill just feel shitty and he'll become super distant and it makes me feel even worse.

i just wish he would go out of his way, like "hey i know the past few days have been rough and i havent been giving you as much attention as i shouldve. and im sorry." not this "my bad" bullshit. an actual im sorry, or apology. it sucks. he says he cares but his actions show so much otherwise. actions speak louder than words after all.