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moonbaby26 · 4 years ago

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Title: One Shitty Friday Night (Part 1)

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Colossus x Shadowcat

Summary: Set after the events of Deadpool 2, you and your boyfriend Peter are on a double date downtown with your fellow X-Men Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) and Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat) when Deadpool and Russell arrive unexpectedly. Chaos and violence naturally ensues, including taking down mafia henchmen, dealing with news media and paparazzi who circle in with the action, and a jealous Peter. This will be concluded in Part 2 with the mixed reactions of Logan, Charles, and Erik when you all bring Wade and Russell back home, etc. 😄

Notes: For simplicity’s sake as Piotr R. is normally called “Peter” as well, he’ll just be referred to as Colossus here.

Warnings: Some alcohol use. And it’s Deadpool, so a lot of cursing and irreverent jokes of course. This started out as just crack!fic that became actual fic that had to be split into two parts because it hit post limit. Holy cow.

Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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Kitty all but snorted, trying to put her drink back down on the table before it could end up fully sideways instead as her laughter left her trembling.

Colossus sighed quietly, but you could still see the warmth in his eyes as he looked down at her before helping dab up some of her errant wine off the table with a thick cloth napkin.

It was late Friday night, and save for your semi disapproving, large and very Russian designated driver, the other three of you were now several drinks deep and a bit too loudly enjoying Peter’s retelling of the Led Zeppelin cover band debacle. You’d been there with him that night, but it never got old the way Peter told it.

“I shit you not, and this guy still keeps hitting on Jean.” Peter continued, his third nearly empty glass of craft beer still in hand. “Scott’s about to fry the dude. They’re playing Immigrant Song, and these lasers start up. All dudebros in the club go wild, and Scott tries to sneak off a warning shot. Freaking air balls it! I have to move like forty people and it still blows a damn hole in the wall. But nobody even noticed! Fake Robert Plant is screaming his heart out and everybody is just eating it up. I swear my Dad could have flown in there, cape billowing and they still would have thought it was part of the show!”

You were at risk of being elbowed in this small restaurant booth, with how animated Peter was as he spoke beside you. But you didn’t mind. The lighting was dim, possibly verging on romantic, the smell of good food from the kitchen reminded you of what was to come, and you were just enjoying time with some of your favorite people.

When Peter did finally drop his hand again though, the not so subtle movements of it then up your thigh also promised something much more personal later tonight. Maybe it was the warmth from the mixed drinks you were also nursing, but you shifted your leg a little, pushing even more into his touch under the table. Your movement just signaled your silent agreement to him that tonight would be a perfect night to be throwing clothes on the floor as soon as you got back to your shared room at the mansion.

It’d been a long, tiring week after all. Helping teach classes during the day and training your ass off in the danger room every night, you didn’t think it was unreasonable to cut loose a bit now.

Even Colossus was chuckling a little at last, but the big guy was always softest around Kitty. You in particular had been one of her biggest supporters when she’d first confessed her attraction towards him. You’d noticed his bashfulness with her as well, and all the little glances he’d given her long before she’d ever worked up the courage to ask him out.

But that seemed so long ago now, it was hard to really remember a time when they weren’t together. Almost as long as you and Peter really.

You glanced up as the waiter came back by to check on you all, saying your food would be out in a few more minutes and asking if anyone needed more drinks.

“Oh gosh, we’re really running up the tab right?” Kitty smiled.

You could see the little bit of relief in Colossus’ expression as she waved the waiter off though, her current wine glass still nearly full. “I’m fine for now, thank you.”

Peter glanced at you and you nodded as well. A buzz was fine, but you didn’t want to be climbing the mansion stairs full on drunk tonight. “I’m good.”

As the waiter left, your conversation got a little more subdued. You leaned into Peter somewhat, hip to hip in the booth as he put his arm around your waist.

Kitty was now talking about a movie she thought you should all go see next weekend if you could. You were just in the process of agreeing as you’d wanted to see it too, when Colossus suddenly went stock still, a look of real surprise on his face.

Kitty evidently noticed as soon as you did, you both staring up at him in unison.

“Do not turn around,” He instructed to you and Peter, eyes locked on something behind you.

Of course when told to do one thing, it would take everything in Peter’s willpower to not do the opposite. But to his credit he actually did hesitate. “Do we need to be dodging something? I mean, I can move us if I need to, man. You just gotta let me know.” Peter stated.

“I don’t think he’s seen us yet. Please do not draw attention.” Colossus responded, still frustratingly vague to the rest of you.

But he hadn’t metaled up yet, his skin still entirely human looking. So on the plus side, it couldn’t be someone he thought an immediate physical threat.

You glanced to Kitty for some hope of explanation as she was seated beside Colossus and facing the same direction. But she was too short in comparison to him, and couldn’t see all the way across the booth dividers as easily as he could. “Well who is it?” Kitty demanded quietly.

But you heard an impatient voice carry over clearly from the nearby restaurant entrance.

“Look, you know he’s here. I know he’s here. Don’t make me leave you guys a bad Yelp review. I will totally Karen that shit up. I’m just here for him.” A pause. “...And some of the cannolis. God, I love those things. You went a little scarce on the filling last time though. Don’t make me add that to the Yelp review.”

You heard the hostess stutter, fear evidently building. “Sir, firearms are not allowed in this restaurant. The owner, he, I...I can’t.”

There was a loud sigh from the man, the distinct sound of a gun cocking, and then all hell broke loose.

“WADE!” Colossus screamed, your entire table flipping as he stood up, metal now encasing him in this even larger form.

Abruptly you were now standing back by the entrance yourself. Peter had one arm around you, and the other around Kitty as he let you both go just as instantly, having just brought you there before he disappeared again.

That little flare up of vertigo from the speed and sudden stop didn’t mix well with the alcohol, and she and you both stood there another moment, queasy as Peter appeared again with an armful of guns.

It would have been comical as he clearly had no idea where to put them now, but everyone else that had still been in the restaurant was already screaming and running for the doors in a panic.

The owner of the multiple guns couldn’t care less about the crowd however, only turning his full focus to the lot of you then in exasperation.

“Oh my God, you anti second amendment, mother fuckers. I’m in the middle of a job here!”

“You can’t just point guns at innocent people, Wade! We have talked about this many times!” Colossus retorted, all seven foot of him now standing over Deadpool with paternal like annoyance.

“For fuck’s sake, it’s called a threat. I wasn’t going to kill her you overprotective, asshat! Now Giovanni is probably holed up in some pussy ass panic room, or he’s already ghosted me out the back door! And yes, I know that is such a stereotypical mob boss name and totally sounds like the Pokemon villain. Fuck him and his always trying to take Pikachu! He had a talking cat the whole time who just wanted his love, but no, got to have the electric rat. Fuck!”

“Language, Wade!” Colossus scolded. “There is still a child present!”

And honestly in all this insanity, that was the first time you actually noticed Russell also still standing there. Everyone else in the room had now fled out into the street.

“I’m fucking fourteen,” The boy replied defiantly. “And yeah, we were working!”

“Daddy and angrier metal daddy are just talking, hon.” Deadpool commented, waving a hand.

There was a small gust of air beside you and you looked to Peter knowingly. Wade’s guns were now all on a table, though intentionally still distant from your current position. “So I just made a couple laps.” Peter spoke up. “The cops are already coming, and there’s still a bunch of guys in the basement. They were opening some crates, probably getting weapons? I didn’t know if we were taking them out yet though. I didn’t touch anything. But is Giovanni like a big dude with gold rings and all?”

“I’m telling you besides the drug and human trafficking, it’s practically more criminal how much he sets back Italian-American stereotypes. They are an honest, manicotti making people goddamn it.” Deadpool answered.

You really were starting to regret the amount of drinks you’d had. If you’d known tonight was going to be anything like this, you would have gladly stuck to water. Your head was already trying to throb a little as you finally spoke. “So, does this guy actually have warrants out on him? If the cops come, they’re all going to end up shooting each other most likely. Can we just defuse this by giving him up to them?”

“I would say we assist to prevent unnecessary bloodshed, if that is the case, yes. I’m sure the Professor would prefer that.” Colossus agreed.

“Freaking goody two shoes, all of you.” Wade sighed. “But he has to get arrested or dead okay? I don’t get paid otherwise.” He paused though, then looking back up to Colossus before suddenly elbowing him. As if he’d even really feel that. “And hello rudeness, are you not going to introduce me to your little girls night out club here before we go bust some heads in a gratuitous X-Force/X-Men hotties crossover?”

“X-Force?” Kitty asked, sounding as already over this as could be.

“Well, we are a little empty on the roster at the moment. Some...unfortunate parachuting incidents. Wind advisory that day. You know how it goes.” Deadpool shrugged.

By her expression, no. She did not know how it went.

But the sooner you started, the sooner this could be over. Colossus motioned to each of you in turn, “Peter, (Y/N), and Kitty. These are my teammates and friends.” He nodded back to Deadpool, “And this is Wade.” And then to the boy. “And Russell.”

Of course you already knew who they both were. It’d been a bit of a scandal really, with the whole Essex House fiasco and the deaths that had occurred there. Fair or not, a lot of the blame had ended up on Juggernaut the second time around though you thought. Which is why Charles hadn’t had to deal with too much bad press in the aftermath.

You could not let this become another Essex House situation for the X-Men though. You were about to speak up about heading to the basement together and Deadpool staying out of your way so you all could neutralize everyone without any fatal hits, when he gasped dramatically, making you freeze again.

“Kitty!? Like an actual girl named Kitty? Oh my God, this whole time I thought you were his cat!” He hit his own leg, laughing. “I’m thinking, holy shit this guy loves his goddamn cat, but who am I to judge you know? I had a dog named Mr. Shuggums. Cutest little fucker.” He took a breath. “I miss him.”

“Wade.” Colossus groaned. “We do not have all night.”

Okay, so there was still something sweet about Colossus gushing about his girlfriend even to this manic mercenary. But no kidding, this show really needed to get on the road here.

“Guys, why don’t we just let Peter disarm them all, Colossus, you grab Giovanni, and Kitty and I deal with anyone who still resists? No one has to get hurt, and then it’s all done, easy.”

“And then we go find somewhere else to eat. Killing me here. I wanted that damn calzone and tiramisu.” Peter sighed, pulling his goggles back down over his eyes again. “More guns coming up.”

He disappeared at once, but when he didn’t return immediately as you were so accustomed to, you and Kitty exchanged a nervous look.

And after only another few seconds, your instincts told you something had definitely gone wrong.

“Is the basement directly beneath us?” You asked Deadpool sharply, already reaching out a hand to Kitty. Your adrenaline was starting, all good feelings gone as it was now time to act.

But you’d worked together long enough now, you didn’t have to explain your plan to her or Colossus.

Yet when the previously mouthy merc had no instant response, just staring at you in thought, it was clear he hadn’t done any recon beforehand at all. He’d literally just walked in here and expected everything to work out.

“Perfect.” Kitty said sarcastically, glancing quickly to Colossus as she took your hand. “You’re our backup, dear, in case our vertical entrance doesn’t work out. Come find us.”

“Always.” He said, already turning, his weight shaking the floor as he ran to look for any stairway downward while you and Kitty dropped straight through the floor.

It was surely a risk of its own to use her phasing ability so blindly as this. You could end up in a too small crawlspace, in underground piping, a sewer system, anything really. She’d make sure not to go solid until it was safe, as to not impale or bury you alive of course. But if Peter were in trouble, there was no time to waste by ending up at a dead end and having to go back up and try again.

You’d held your breath, as there was no way for you to process oxygen either as your lungs and every other part of you shifted through the other matter. It was darkness and insulation, pipes, and conduit that flashed by at first. But in the fractions of seconds that it took to fall, you had already powered up. The white light of your energy field overtaking your body, shielding you both as you did fall into a larger open area.

It was even darker than the restaurant above, all concrete and dampness. The glow from your body was the brightest thing there as much more men than you’d expected all turned in surprise. You saw the glint of multiple gun barrels now, but the thing you wanted to see most was Peter’s silver hair as you’d scanned the area for him instantly.

There was a stairwell in the distance. He was laying near the bottom of it. But you had no time to be shocked or afraid, only anger swelled as you released Kitty’s hand, making you solid again. “I’ll get him.” Was all you said. Letting her know to protect herself as you flew to him. Bullets couldn’t hurt her if she was ready for them. But Peter would be defenseless without one of you now, and by means of your power of flight you were the faster of you and her.

The man closest to Peter had a different kind of gun though you realized. Something you didn’t recognize at all as he aimed at you. You splayed your palms to create an energy shield in front of you as he pulled the trigger.

It didn’t make a sound though. But everything around you instantly distorted as pain exploded through you. You saw five or six of him now, as your feet hit the ground, unable to concentrate enough to fly then. But even as you stumbled, realizing your shielding wasn’t fully stopping whatever that weapon was doing, you were still able to expand your shield rapidly, hitting the man with the force of a car in your pain and sending him flying into a nearby wall, the weapon clattering to the ground lightly against his now limp body.

But you still felt like you were going to puke.

“Kill them you idiots!” Someone screamed.

You dropped yourself, laying over Peter just as quickly, grateful to feel him breathing as you focused through the pain to extend a shield around you both as the gunfire started.

“Bitch!” Another man yelled as Kitty just walked unharmed through all the flying bullets towards you.

“Shadowcat actually,” She said, skilled enough in her powers to choose what was solid and what wasn’t. Just the outside of her fist being all she needed to crush his nose in one punch with a squirt of blood, and only the end of her foot used as she swept her leg after to knock his own right out from under him.

Even among your own team, sometimes people could forget that that petite Jewish girl was about as skilled a martial artist as anyone could be.

“Babe?” You heard against your ear though, glancing back down to Peter. There was real relief even in the chaos as you saw him smile up at you.

He talked back against your ear in the noise as Kitty continued to utterly wreck the guys around you. “I fucked up a little, right? That gun...they already had it going, aimed at the door when I came back, a trap...I think I hit every stair on the way down...I still see like three of you right now.”

“Ditto.” You breathed.

And then there was another even louder noise as the remnants of a door also came flying down the stairs. Colossus barreled in behind it like a stampeding elephant, Deadpool right behind him as they leapt over the both of you and joined the fray.

“We found the basement!” Deadpool announced gleefully, swords swinging. “Don’t think they’d even locked the door back actually, but fuck if big Russki doesn’t love a dramatic entrance!”

For a moment you thought all your words about at least trying not to kill had been for nothing, thinking Deadpool was going to chop these men into literal pieces. But even as blood sprayed left and right, you realized he was just cutting tendons. The men then unable to hold their guns, unable to stand at all as he crippled each he reached in succession.

It was still completely horrific, but hell, how much could you really ask for from someone like him? Especially when you yourself had slammed that one man into a concrete wall as if he were a ragdoll. You glanced over anxiously for a moment, glad to see him shifting a little, but still crumpled exactly where you’d thrown him. He was alive, a small relief at least.

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Obviously the other gunmen hadn’t had a prayer either though once you’d all been down there together.

Colossus already had a still cursing Giovanni slung over one shoulder as you were now helping Peter back up and trying not to step in all the blood as you all walked over to Kitty.

“What a mess...very interesting weapon though,” She spoke of that odd gun that’d been used on you and Peter, it now in her hands as she turned it one way and then another examining it. “I’m bringing this back with us. The police don’t need anything like this. Hank and I can figure out how it works. And how to defend against it hopefully before we run into another one of these out in the field.”

“It seems this Giovanni was more a threat than expected,” Colossus said, giving the still squirming man an unhappy look, before looking back to you all. “Are you alright, Peter?”

“I’m still hungry.” Peter grumbled, an arm over your shoulder to still help stabilize him as his other hand went to his head as if it were pounding. He also had some bruising starting on his face, no doubt from his tumble down the stairs. “I wouldn’t have drank so damn much if I’d known we weren’t going to eat...”

With the speed of his metabolism, that alcohol likely was hitting him pretty hard now on his already empty stomach.

“We should turn this guy over and get out of here.” You agreed. Though you didn’t feel so hot yourself. Still a little nauseous from whatever that weapon did to your senses. But at least you weren’t seeing triple of everything anymore.

“Hold it, girl scouts!” Deadpool piped up, chipper as ever as he grabbed something at Giovanni’s neck before any of you could think to stop him.

The man choked just a moment though, before a piece of metal snapped off into Wade’s hands. It was a necklace, with a symbol of some sort. You saw just a glimpse of it before Deadpool pocketed it. “No proof of finishing the job, no payday for DP. No payday, then no liquor, no coke, no hookers. Am I right?”

It was too difficult to tell when if ever he was serious, and you all chose to ignore his comment, starting back up the stairs. The odd sounds of bullet fragments falling back down the stairwell caught Peter’s attention though as he gave a grossed out look to Wade for a moment.

The now impact deformed bullets were starting to work themselves back out of all the bloody holes in Deadpool’s costume. You knew where you’d seen that before of course, but Peter was the only one that actually said it aloud.

“Damn, you and Logan would be a pair.”

There was a pause, and you could swear even with the mask, you thought you saw Wade’s cheekbones move in a way that signaled he was outright grinning from ear to ear. “At least someone gets it. He still won’t return my calls though. Such a diva lately.”

Once you did get to the top of the stairs, you only found a very agitated Russell standing there, Wade’s guns in his arms. “You took long enough, the cops are outside you know. I’m not going back to jail for you!”

“Cool your tater tots, kid.” Deadpool responded lazily, in no hurry, but grabbing the weapons back to holster them all regardless.

“I could have finished this faster! I would have fried their asses!” Russell argued.

“You would have been shot. Fire does not stop bullets.” Colossus only answered matter of factly.

Russell made a face, but Wade cut him off before he could say any more.

“Now now, listen to metal daddy. No sass. And actually, I think there’s something we should talk about, champ. X-Force is way more badass and all, but we don’t exactly have a training and junior member tier yet. Maybe later. You might want to think about riding home with these guys and checking their setup out. I don’t have any powers myself to relate to you like that, except me being very shootable, devastatingly charming, sexy, smart, and a competitive level Skee-Ball player...”

Deadpool sighed, continuing. “But these guys have a Danger Room. Which is totally not a sex dungeon, yeah I was bummed about that too. But they could let you unleash that school shooter level teenage angst and burn all the shit you wanted until you really figure out your powers.”

Russel bristled. ��I’m not a school shooter you prick! And you always said the X-Men were neutered dweebs and-”

Wade coughed loudly, ushering Russell forward suddenly as you all continued to walk. “Hah, kids. Such darlings. Mishear everything don’t they?”

Colossus only answered without offense though. “The offer is still open, Russell. Though you have said no before. The Professor would never turn down a young mutant in need.”

It was Peter who surprised you a little, a smirk on his face as he contributed. “Freaking sweet house too, man. Xavier’s loaded. Big screen TV, a pool, basketball court, your own room, supersonic jet. Bunch of cute girls as well, or cute boys, you know whatever you’re into.”

“I’m not gay.” Russell huffed, but actually looked to be listening now as he didn’t immediately spit back with a sarcastic retort.

Though you gave Peter a weird look and he just grinned. “What? I stayed for you didn’t I, babe? Just saying. I wasn’t exactly on board with the whole team thing before that either. I know where he’s coming from is all.”

“It’s up to you, Russell.” Kitty said more diplomatically, before returning to the matter at hand. “We’re parked at that parking garage two blocks south. Everyone meet back there, Colossus and I will hand this guy over to the cops out front. The rest of you, I’m sure there’s got to be some emergency exit you can sneak out of. Probably better to split up actually. Less attention.”

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Just as Kitty had suggested, Deadpool and Russell went out one way, and you and Peter another. You came out onto another street behind the restaurant. And you’d just finally started to relax again, Peter taking your hand in his own and walking away like an honest to God normal couple for once, just out on the town together before you noticed an oddly placed white van with distinct lettering on it.

Peter saw it too just as the light from a camera hit you both.

“Hell,” You breathed.

“Want to run?” He asked seriously.

“Too late, they’d just film us ditching, and say we had something to hide.”

Your headache was returning in full force you thought as you steeled yourself, seeing the reporter now in a full sprint towards you.

“It’s Quicksilver! And (your codename)! The X-Men are here!” A woman shouted.

As you walked closer to the news van, the camera flashes only increased. It looked like a small group of paparazzi had also camped out here, hoping for this exact result. How did word travel so damn fast?

“Marcia Fletcher, WAFN nightly news!” She introduced herself at once, her camera man there just as quickly, huffing a little from the run as he got you both in focus.

You could see the lights on on his camera as she shoved her microphone in front of you and Peter. “You’re on live coverage of the Ruffiano’s restaurant shootings with WAFN. Is it true that Giovani Marcello was apprehended here tonight by the X-Men? And how did you know he was here when he’s been on Interpol’s most wanted list for four years?”

You knew without looking at him that Peter was happily deferring the speaking role to you now as you tried not to look rattled. You attempted to think of what Charles would and wouldn’t want you to say, even with the pain in your head and lingering nausea. “We didn’t know who was here. We were in the area and saw people running and went to help, that’s all.” You lied.

“But the reports of gunshots, witnesses also said Deadpool had drawn a gun on a restaurant employee and Colossus was seen inside. Is Deadpool now affiliated with the X-Men again? Did he shoot anyone?”

“Deadpool is not affiliated with the X-Men. Colossus was here tonight, but he only would have been defending anyone he thought in danger. Deadpool did not shoot anyone.” You tried to keep to short truths that time.

“But then why was Deadpool there? Should people really believe it would be a coincidence that the X-Men and Deadpool would be at the same incidence at one time if not working together?”

“Well you’re here aren’t you? Are you affiliated with us?” You replied before you could stop yourself, though still restraining the annoyance you really wanted to put into that statement. “Trouble attracts a crowd.”

Peter made a sound, a restrained laugh you knew. But before the reporter could blurt out another question, one of the now growing number of paparazzi called out, “(Your codename), hey look here! Is it true you and Quicksilver are still dating!?”

You knew better than to be baited, humoring any of them just made it worse. They were like piranhas. But Peter couldn’t help it, turning to look as so many cameras flashed. His arm slid around you protectively. “Why wouldn’t we be, dude?” He called back.

“Are you saying the photos of (your codename) and Gambit were before you two reconciling?”

It took every ounce of your self control to not respond, but oh God did you want to. It was the mission in Tanzania. You knew it. You, Storm, and Gambit. Peter had stayed in the U.S. for that one as it’d been the holidays and his Mom had wanted both he and Wanda over for some time together.

After the mission was over, the three of you had ended up on one of the beautiful Tanzanian beaches for a single day. Just a single day to yourselves.

You’d had the audacity to wear a revealing bathing suit though and you and Remy had been photographed together, him shirtless of course because it was a goddamn beach. And laughing and smiling because, surprise, you were friends! And they’d cropped Ororo out in all the closeups for complete loss of context.

It’d been a thing in some of the tabloids for a while, but you really thought that had finally blown over. Of course if anyone asked Remy, he liked to play coy on the whole subject to keep up his God’s gift to all men and women sex symbol status.

“Peter, let’s just go,” You whispered in his ear, sure anything else said would only make things worse.

But you could read him all too well, and when he turned his face to look back at you, you already knew what he was going to do. You didn’t try to stop him, because never would you humiliate him on live television with any type of rejection, but oh, you would never live this one down. Never.

He kissed you hard. And there was nothing fake about it, honestly the kind of kiss usually reserved for your bedroom as you felt heat rising up in you. The camera flashes clicking over and over as you could still taste the alcohol he’d drank before.

When he finally released you again, you gasped a little. He gave the photographers a ‘fuck you’ look, before speaking just to you. “Now we can go.”

“Fly or run?” You breathed.

“Fly please. I’m still about half out of it.” He admitted.

You powered up to some surprised and excited sounds from the crowd. Your whole body glowing white again in the energy you emitted.

“Wait, aren’t you going to stay and talk to the police!?” The reporter shouted.

“They know where to find us if they need us.” You answered, extending your energy field around Peter, before you took off vertically, making sure to get sideways over the rooftops as soon as you could though to breakup their camera angles and finally give you privacy again at last.

You landed gently atop the parking garage only a few moments later, letting him go again as you powered back down.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, just taking your hand again though.

“No.” You said truthfully. “But, I have no idea what we’ve really just done. We still have to go home...home where the Professor always watches the 10:00 news with his late night tea.”

Peter sighed, only half joking. “We could always go stay with my Mom for a while?”

You just moved in closer, pulling him against you as you laid your head on his shoulder. “We’ll survive, babe. Somehow we always do.”

“I think that says more about you than me though. Pretty sure I’d be face down in a ditch somewhere already if it weren’t for you.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck then before raising your head back up to kiss him once more. Much softer this time, and even longer than his jealous little display a few minutes ago.

He made one of his little noises of contentment, hands sliding down to squeeze your butt through the thin pants you were wearing. As he pulled your hips tighter against him, he broke the kiss enough to speak regretfully. “I really was hoping to get lucky tonight...”

“Same.” You smiled. It had been a while. Mostly from you both being so tired by the time you finally got in bed. Passing out on each other had more been the norm the past couple weeks. “We get some food in you, and see where things go?”

“Gross! Get a room!”

You startled at the sudden shouting, having wholly thought yourselves alone up here in the moonlight.

Peter rolled his eyes, yelling back at Russell, “Kid, we have one! And we’d already be back there by now if it wasn’t for your little mafia hunting shenanigans!”

You looked over to see Deadpool and Russell both standing in the doorway to the parking garage stairs.

Wade whistled, leaning back against the doorframe. “Way to take down that Marcia Fletcher a notch! I always found her too uppity to be honest. I think she’s still butt hurt that they didn’t give her the lead anchor spot when Carl Sanderson moved to the early bird morning show. Tanya Meyer on the 5:00 news though, that’s my girl.”

You blinked. “How...how do you know-” It was literally minutes ago, it would have taken them just this long to walk here.

Deadpool lifted up his cell phone. “Facebook live, bitches. Don’t you follow WAFN? The recipes they post from Saturday morning cooking with Pat are always delish.” He looked back down at the phone though, happily reading. “Hah! Peggy Fredrickson from Brewster, New York thinks Marcia’s contouring and drawn on eyebrows are getting worse. Fire your makeup person, Marcia.” He tapped something on the screen. “Like comment! Oh, and Michael Morris from Ridgefield says who wouldn’t do Remy LeBeau. Damn, Michael, all out and proud on main.”

Peter let go of you, taking an annoyed breath. But then looking back to you. “Please let me at least prank Remy, something, anything.”

“But he didn’t do anything.” You replied, though only more stressed now that this was already blowing up on social media.

“Exactly! He should have at least denied it! But no, Mr. cool Cajun can’t admit that you’d actually choose me over him.”

“Hey now, I think you’re looking at this the wrong way, Quickie.” Deadpool interjected. “There’s always the ménage à trois option. I mean he’s French right? And Michael from Ridgefield is just spitting truth. Who wouldn’t want to do Remy LeBeau? He could shuffle my cards anytime.”

“You guys are so fucking weird.” Russell groaned. “Can we go find your damn car now?”

But you didn’t move yet, still looking fully at Peter. “Wade’s just trying to get under your skin. We all know how Remy is. He’d flirt with a piece of cardboard if it suited him. It doesn’t mean anything to him.” You recognized that Gambit was physically attractive of course, you had eyes too after all. But that was the only extent of it. You loved Peter. Not to mention you wouldn’t at all want to get on Rogue’s bad side. She and Gambit were tumultuous enough without someone else being added to the mix.

“This is adorable, really. But I did bring ‘good job team for sending a little girl selling, gentrification funding, pencil dick mob boss to butt fucking federal prison’ cannolis. Want some?” Deadpool offered, lifting up a large takeout box you somehow hadn’t noticed before.

Peter’s shoulders dropped a little, still heavily annoyed though eyeing the box. “So does this mean you’re coming back with us too?”

Wade shrugged, “The kid doesn’t know you guys. What kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t at least go and make sure he actually wanted to stay in your little mutant commune before I ditch him there?”

“You aren’t my damned dad.” Russell said, though almost sounding too tired to argue further at this point. He reached up, taking a cannoli from the box and biting into it as he started to walk back down the stairwell. “What floor is the car on?”

“Just one down from here, you already passed it. Black SUV,” you answered. Colossus and Kitty must not have been here yet if Wade and Russell had made it all the way to the top deck without finding them.

Peter grabbed your hand again, walking with you to the doorway as he grabbed three cannolis out the box begrudgingly with his other hand. He passed one off to you, before biting into the other two in quick succession.

And you only had a moment to see all the thick scarring under Wade’s mask as he lifted it just enough to start eating one himself, before turning to follow you both out and down the stairwell.

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(Concluded in Part 2 here)

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tarantulas4davey · 4 years ago

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i saw someone else mention it but how do you think the ralbert youtuber au would go if they only met online so like race doesnt know waht ao looks like?

OH MY GOD yes ok i’ve talked about this before but Many Thoughts, Head Full™️ about this and that time someone brought it up made me half regret how i originally wrote it cause ITS SO FUCKING GOOD

ok so imagine if you will -

the sort of,,,,, key among us crew??? from before, but minus al. at this point al has been streaming on twitch for a hot minute and posts youtube vids sometimes but he’s faceless and sort of underground compared to the rest of them

then he plays in a different lobby with spot and elmer right when the game started blowing up, and the rest is history

spot reaches out on discord and offers to have him in their main lobby for a few rounds on stream and they go from there

for the record when he first joins it’s literally a copy paste of jason’s reaction corpse the first time they meet but it’s race’s reaction to “red” (find here) i’m not kidding the thirst is REAL besties

and like obviously it goes well cause red keeps playing with the massive group

but in the shuffle race gets red’s discord and follows him on instagram and twitter and stuff

and race being race is like ‘i’m gonna befriend him cause he seems GREAT’ meanwhile albert’s brain is just short circuiting cause there’s a pretty boy ACTUALLY TRYING TO TALK TO HIM !!!

and after a couple months they’re streaming after they get proximity chat working and red is ACTUALLY crew mate for once and they’ve finished their tasks and are just chatting

and albert just says something about piercings or his hair or his tattoos or something and race is like “bro you know i have no clue what you look like right?”

albert’s just like “????? i haven’t sent you a picture or something ???? lol one sec” and he just messages one of the only pictures he has of himself to race on insta so he can open it without showing his stream

and obviously albert can’t see this at the time but race literally goes “😳🤭🥴” on stream to several thousand people. like you can literally see the moment it hit race’s brain that albert was hot.

long story very short cause this post is going to be ridiculously long any what they keep talking and vid chatting behind the scenes and streaming together (and flirting so much all the fans can’t tell if they’re already dating or not honestly)

and eventually they get a chance to meet up in person (and it may or may not be a date that they haven’t told anyone is a date)

they film some stuff together but overall they’re pretty lowkey about the fact they’re kind of a thing,,,,,, like romantically. cause they don’t want the internet to run with it and make it something it’s not before they’ve figured out how much they actually like eachother

the answer is a hell of a lot. like just- so much. they’re not MaGiCaLlY iN lOvE or anything but they just sort of click and can tell that t h i s is the type of person they would WANT to spend their life with

which is why they publicly announce their relationship 10 months later. mostly cause they’re moving in together and don’t really have a platonic explanation for buying a 2 bedroom apartment that has one guest bedroom.

and obviously by this point there’s been plenty of theories and guesses (that were honestly quite accurate and weren’t horribly disrespectful like the nightmare that was the 2014 gaming community cause both parties were publicly out as gay, in race’s case, and bi, in red’s) but having it confirmed was a big ‘holy shit’ moment for the fandom

and the squad is some of their best friends so they’ve known for months and they’re all just like “lol yeah all that’s changed for us is we can make fun of them for being grossly adorable on stream now and tease them on twitter instead of in the groupchat”

albert does his face reveal in similar fashion to the original like,,,,, 3 months after that?? and then from there it pretty much just follows that natural flow of canon au

oh except they get engaged a bit later lol. closer to 27/28 then 23/24 (i cant remember what age i had down in that post)

ahhhhh this was really fun !!!! i love this concept sm and have been thinking about the differences since the original ask came through over a month ago

thank you for being patient with me anon !!! this has been sitting half done in my drafts for far too long so i’m finally posting it

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bat-losers-inc · 4 years ago

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Kintsugi: Chapter 12

Summary: Final Crisis/Red Robin AU. Dick admits Tim to a psychiatric facility after Bruce is lost in time. Jason finds him suffering at the hands of a Scarecrow-copycat and breaks him out. While safe in Jason’s apartment, Tim still struggles with panic attacks and drug withdrawal. At a loss for what to do, Jason calls Roy Harper.

Pairings: Jason Todd & Tim Drake, Jason Todd & Dick Grayson, Roy Harper & Jason Todd.

Warning: minor mention of self-harm in this chapter.

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“Okay. House rules.” Roy turned to the whiteboard and started writing with big slanting letters, “Rule number one; no drugs or alcohol inside the safehouse.”

“Now,” Roy pivoted back to Tim, who sat curled up on one end of the couch, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. “I know this is an obvious one for the both of us, but it’s worth mentioning that Jason has also agreed to follow it as a show of solidarity. Right, Jason?”

Jason offered a thumbs up from his spot at the kitchen counter, his attention still absorbed by the computer screen before him, open to Tim’s research into Bruce’s disappearance. The lengthy document was full to the brim with images and news articles pulled from the web, scientific papers on optics, quantum mechanics and archeological sites — not to mention all of Batman’s previous research on Darkseid and his powers. It was going to take him days to read through all of it.

“Rule number two; keep it clean.”

“Yeah, we’re not trying to live a life of grime.” Tim smiled, clearly proud of himself.

Yikes, that peak dad joke knocked Jason right out of the physics of time travel and square into second-hand embarrassment. We’re really going to need to unteach him Dick’s puns.

Roy sighed, “Hang on. I just have to make an amendment.”

The expo marker squeaked loudly and Jason glanced up under his eyelashes to see him crossing out the first line. “Rule number one. No puns!”

Jason choked down a laugh and returned his gaze to his screen.

“Seriously, Roy?” said Tim, “You know, it’s going to take us all day to get through these rules if you keep—”

More marker squeaking. “Rule number three!”

“I’m still talking!”

“And now I’m talking.” Roy grinned. “Isn’t it funny how that works?”

“Jason!”

“I’m not here,” he called into the other room as he scrolled to the next page. Ooh, pictures… picture he could do. “Also, respect your elders.”

“Unbelievable,” Tim grumbled, just loud enough for Jason to hear.

“We’ll have weekly meetings every Sunday afternoon. We can use this time to talk about what’s been going well, what we’re struggling with that week, any routine changes that need to be made. Etcetera.”

Silence from Tim. That was good. At least there was the hope that he wasn’t going to fight them on every point. Reassured by that, Jason glanced back at a picture of Batman’s symbol painted on a cave wall and... let’s just say it wasn’t a case of everyday graffiti. Unless Batman had a lineage all the way back to early human civilization that Jason didn’t know about.

Jason tilted his head, squinting. “Hey, Tim? Got a question about that picture of the cave drawing in your research. C’mere.”

“Jason!” snapped Roy. “We’re clearly in the middle of something.”

“I’ll only be a sec!” He turned the laptop around as Tim slid off the couch and walked over.

“What about it?”

Jason tapped the screen with his fingernail. “There’s an annotation in this section with a number listed. What’s that for?”

Tim stared at it for a long moment.

“Oh, that?” He picked at a patch of dry skin on his elbow. “Nothing, just a contact for a consultant.”

“A consultant? Were you working on this case with someone before you got locked up?”

“No, not really. It was more of a one-off situation. He was the one who brought the cave painting to my attention in the first place and sent me the picture.”

“A one-off.. But you kept the number?” Jason eyed him.

Tim smiled tightly. “You know me. I keep a record of everything.”

“Except the name of your consultant.” Jason spun the laptop back around to face him. “Spell it for me, I’ll put it in.”

“What?” asked Tim.

“What’s the name of your consultant?”

“It doesn’t matter. Really.”

Jason’s eyebrows hiked their way into his hairline. “Your reaction is telling me otherwise.”

Anger flashed across Tim’s features. “Just leave it alone, Jason.”

Seriously? Tim couldn’t really have expected him to just ignore the glaringly obvious tension in the room. Honestly, it was like the kid didn’t know him at all.

He turned to head back into the living room but Jason caught his arm. It was slick to the touch under his fingertips. The sweating had started two days after they’d done the first taper— the first, and most mild, of his body’s reaction to doing without his usual dosage. “The fact that you don’t want to tell me means whoever it is, they’re probably bad news —”

“Hey, look at me. ” He gave Tim’s arm a shake until Tim’s gaze finally wandered the expanse of the kitchen and locked back on his own. “I can’t protect you if I don’t know who I should be protecting you from.”

Tim’s eyebrows and the hair at his temples were dark with perspiration. It added an extra intensity to the glare he leveled him with.

“You really think I would work with someone who was out to get me? I might be going crazy looking for answers, but I’m not totally stupid.”

“Of course not, but you’re not the same person you were a week ago either. You’re weaker, more distracted, more—”

Tim yanked his arm free of his fingers, his forearm streaked with bands of red where Jason had been unwilling to let go even when he felt Tim starting to pull away. “No, what ‘I am’ is late for my first NA meeting.”

Jason clamped his teeth together and tried not to grind them. Well, you sure fucked that up.

Roy stepped in before he could make a bigger ass of himself. “Tim, get changed. We’ve gotta hustle if we want to make it there by one.”

“And throw on some extra deodorant.” He added. “All the sweating’s making you smell ripe.”

As Tim took to the stairs, Roy flashed Jason a look. “How's that helicopter parenting serving you long term?”

“Oh, please, I’m the furthest thing from a helicopter parent!”

“Prove it.”

Jason shut the laptop and rubbed at his forehead. “Admit it. This mystery consultant has you concerned too.”

Roy rolled his eyes.“Yeah, a little. But, maybe it was just a one-time thing. People make choices that they’re ashamed of later. This could be Tim’s, but he’s not going to tell you until he trusts you to treat him right.”

Jason swept his arm out wide so Roy had a chance to glance around the apartment at all the little spots where Tim had already made himself at home — the rumpled blanket in the corner of the living room couch, the post-it note with Jason’s wifi password taped above his workspace, and the plate with leftover toast crumbs sitting on the counter — just to name a few. “Uh, I am. He can trust me.”

I made a fucking home for him when he felt like he couldn’t go back to his real one. What more do I have to do to prove it to him? What the hell happened to the old saying ‘actions speak louder than words?’ Apparently, Tim was the greedy sort that wanted actions and words.

Roy cut him a look like he could read Jason’s mind. “Trust goes both ways, Jason. And You’re treating him like a child.”

“He is a child!”

“I’ve only known him for a few days, but I can already see that Tim’s got more intelligence and perseverance than I ever did at his age.”

“Which is why I was being honest with him,” Jason countered. “Just like I would have with you if you were back in his position and doing something stupid.”

“There’s a difference between doing something stupid and doing something you don’t agree with.”

God, was this the kind of mental minefield that Dick had to navigate when dealing with Damian? It was tiring as fuck and endlessly confusing. He was honestly never sure if he was making the right decision. Roy wasn’t one to be tired out easily however.

“Right now that contact is just some numbers on a piece of paper. If they’re bad news Tim’s doing the hard thing and steering clear of them, even if it means forgoing easy answers about Bruce. You want to be honest about something? Be honest with yourself about that.”

Jason was still trying to think of a reply to that by the time Roy herded Tim out of the apartment. When he heard Roy’s car pulling away, he went back to cleaning the bike parts in the garage. He always did his best thinking when his hands were busy with some repetitive task. Hopefully, he could miraculously sort out his shit before Roy and Tim came back.

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Tim hadn’t realized that when Roy said they’d have to hurry, it had more to do with the fact that they were driving all the way into Old Gotham than it had to do with mid-morning traffic. When he’d made a comment about it on the way over, Roy had simply said, “I think you’ll like the group at this place. They’re good guys who aren’t afraid to call you on your bullshit.”

“Oh, is that a valued quality in NA group members?” He’d ask, mostly sarcastically.

“At times, it can be.”

Tim didn’t know what to say to that, so they drove the rest of the way in silence. By the time Roy pulled up to the curb outside the Church of St. Jude and cut the engine, Tim’s nerves were even more on edge. It could’ve had something to do with the name of the church — St. Jude was the patron saint of lost causes — it struck Tim as an odd and ominous choice that Roy would favor this place.

“Ready to go in?” Roy asked as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

Lacking an answer to such a simple question, Tim stared out the window at the church. He took in its brick facade, the small courtyard hidden behind metal fencing, and the long-limbed trees that were just starting to bud. On a warm spring day like today it had the look of a small haven amidst the terrible giant that was Gotham City.

So, why was he so scared to leave Roy’s car?

“If you’re wondering when you’ll feel ready, the answer is probably never.”

“No… it’s not that. I know that.” Tim stared down at his lap. “It’s just…”

He struggled to find the right words, aware all the while that this was the first heart-to-heart that he and Roy were having that wasn’t within Jason’s earshot. They were venturing into uncharted territory.

Just breathe, you can talk to him.

This morning, he’d lingered quietly at the top of the stairs, like a child listening in on a conversation that they were too young for, and heard the way Roy had stood up for him. As long as it wasn’t endangering anyone, it seemed Roy was going to let him have his privacy, whether Jason liked it or not. So he knew that this conversation would be something that stayed just between them.

“What do I say to them?” he asked finally.

Roy hitched a thumb toward the church. “What, in group?”

“Yeah, I mean…” He shrugged. “Don’t you have to go around in a circle telling everyone how you started using and how long it’s been since you’ve last used?”

“It’s not mandatory, but yeah, that’s usually the way these things go.”

“Well, how am I supposed to tell them that I started using because some wanna-be villain experimented on me with fear toxin and tranquilizers?”

He threw out his hands like his frustration was something he could physically beat into submission. Instead, all he managed to do was accidentally punch the glove compartment and scrape his knuckles.

Ow. Universe 46, Tim still 0. Or at least that’s the way it felt.

Once he let one of his worries slip, it seemed he could stop it turning into a flood, his words spilling out like a tidal wave into the quiet space of Roy’s car. “ Hell, how do I tell them it’s been zero days since I last used? That I’m in fact still using. I can’t go in there and stare at a bunch of people who are actually clean and pretend to know what they’re going through, I mean—”

“Hey— hey, Tim,” Roy waved his hands. “Fuck that shit. All of it.”

“But—”

“No, I mean it. Fuck it, it means nothing to anyone in that room. Those details— the fear toxin, the mental hospital, your tapering regimen— they’re irrelevant. You think I had to dive into my shitty backstory with Green Arrow and vigilantism when recovering from heroin? Hell, no, I just told the parts of my story that mattered. You can do the same.”

Tim pressed his fingers harshly against his eyelids. “But I’m still using benzos!”

Roy laughed and tucked his long hair behind his ears, “Who told you being completely clean is a requirement for going to an NA meeting? If that was the case we wouldn’t have nearly so many attendees.”

Tim stared at him. That couldn't be right.

“I’m serious,” said Roy. “Most of us have been on and off the wagon more times than we can count. We come to the meetings anyway because it’s supposed to be the one constant lifeline that we don’t abandon. The only thing that matters to the people in there is that you’re trying to get clean.”

He leaned over the center console to look him in the eye. “Okay?”

Tim nodded, “Alright.”

Roy led the way down into the basement level of the church which served as the meeting room. It was much like Tim had pictured it. Fluorescent lighting; a scattering of folding chairs; coffee, water, and boxes of donuts laid out on the tables along one wall. A small group mingled around one of the tables, pouring steaming coffee into styrofoam cups before the meeting started. Tim instinctively tried to skirt around the group, eying a pair of metal chairs on the other side of the room. He was about to slink away when someone recognized Roy and gestured them over.

Roy glanced at Tim and jerked his head. “Let me introduce you to a few people.”

He had no choice but to follow, trailing a few paces behind Roy and hoping to hide behind his tall frame. Now he really was acting like a child. It was no wonder Jason was having mixed feelings. Get it together Drake! You’ve taken down super villains but you can handle some small talk?

“Roy!” A woman pulled Roy in for a hug, her dark curls spilling loosely over his shoulders. “How’ve you been?”

“Yeah,” The man at her shoulder smiled. “It’s been a while.”

Roy shrugged and offered a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I don’t get to Gotham nearly as much as I used to.” Tim took the last couple of steps forward, drawing the eyes of the group on him. “This is my friend, Tim. I’m gonna be sponsoring him for a bit. Tim, I’d like you to meet Rene and Dominic.”

“Nice to meet you.” He offered them a small wave, but nothing more. The last thing he wanted to do was draw more attention to himself during this meeting. It would be enough to just hang around in the background and go unnoticed while he got his footing.

It was a relief when the start of the meeting was called and everyone picked up one last donut and cup coffee before sliding into their seats. Roy pulled Tim over to sit next to his friends as a man stood up and addressed the group.

“Hi, everyone. Most of you regulars know me already, but for those of you new here my name’s Antonne Mays. I’m the group leader.”

He pulled a folded piece of notebook paper out of his back pocket and cleared his throat. “I’d like to start off with some general announcements. For those of you here by court mandate, come see me at the end of today’s meeting and I’ll validate your attendance cards. Also, Jessica can you stand up, please? Today is Jessica’s birthday so let’s raise a cup in her honor for staying strong and sticking around with us for another year!”

The people around him raised their styrofoam cups of coffee and tapped on them enthusiastically with their plastic stirrers. For a moment the room was filled with whistles and cheers before subsiding back into order. Tim shifted restlessly in his seat as the meeting went on, his attention going in and out of focus as the announcements transitioned into a round-robin discussion.

Roy bumped his foot with his own. “Pay attention.”

Tim nodded. He was trying to pay attention to the accounts from the other members but recently he’d been having trouble focusing on much of anything.

Focus, Tim. He rubbed at his thighs and rolled his shoulders. Just relax and breathe.

He closed his eyes and let his hands rest loosely against his legs, focusing his attention on drawing a deep breath in and then out. In and out.

“Will you relax and stop fidgeting? You're gonna drive me insane with that.” Roy hissed in his ear.

Tim opened his eyes, ready to shoot Roy a glare. “I’m not—”

His fingers were trembling, creating a spasmodic tattoo against the fabric of his jeans. He clenched his hand tight into a fist hard enough to feel his fingernails in the soft skin of his palms and sucked in a breath. It was just another symptom of the tapering.

It’s fine. You’ll be fine.

A hand covered his clenched fist from wrist to knuckles and applied gentle pressure. Tim looked up at Roy and read the unsaid apology that was written all over his freckled face.

He pulled his hand free and crossed his arms, stuffing his treacherous fingers in the crook of his elbow where no one could see them tremble. The minutes ticked on and Tim was only half listening now, the current speaker’s voice a dull white noise compared to his own thoughts. The trembling came and went in waves but Tim’s fingers lingered near his arms, circling the rough pattern along the skin of his inner arms. The bruising had faded but the raised skin from the needle marks still remained. Roy and Jason had told him he should be prepared for that and it really shouldn’t have mattered so much. It’s just a few more scars. Still, he couldn’t pull his eyes away this morning when he caught sight of himself in the mirror — the pearlescent marks peaking out right under the hem of his t-shirt sleeves.

They know. They all know just from looking at you. Sometimes that feeling was so strong it made him just want to pick up a hot poker and press it to his skin… to burn a brand big enough for those little scars to disappear into.

“I hope you’re not thinking those track marks are an excuse for you to slack off while you’re here. Because I’ll let you in on a little secret, kid; those are nothing special around here.”

Tim jerked his head up to find Antonne and half of the circle staring him in the face. “No- I wasn’t—”

“Mmhmm,” Antonne nodded, his fingers working diligently to roll up his shirt sleeves. When he’d cuffed them above his elbows, he held out his bare arms under the fluorescents. He traced one finger along his inner elbow, where tiny scars stood out in a dark mauve against the darker brown of his skin. “Look, I got them too. As does Antonio, Katey, and even your sponsor, Roy.”

“I’m just not used to them,” Tim said in his own defense. “They’re just so… public.”

Roy leaned forward in his seat, his hair spilling over in a red tangle that hid his expression from Tim’s view. “Sorry, Antonne. He’s new, this is his first meeting.”

Antonne waved away Roy’s explanation. “Ah, I see. So you’re still at the stage where you think those scars will define what others think of you.”

Tim shrugged. “Well, yeah… I mean, scars are permanent.”

That got a full-body laugh out of Antonne.

Tim stared at him confused. “Is something funny?”

“If you don’t like them so much, wear long sleeves, cover them up with concealer, hell you can even turn them into some hipster geometrical nonsense tattoo like Antonio did for all I care.”

“People are always going to stare, it’s in their nature,” Roy said before extending his left arm across Tim’s leg.

On the outside of his bicep was his Wyvern tattoo, a large winged beast with a reptilian tail that zig-zagged all the way down his bicep before ending at his elbow in an arrow-shaped point. But as he rotated his arm, Tim saw that the inside of his elbow was marked not with ink but with old track marks. He’s never even noticed them, his eyes always drawn to the colorful black and green ink, forever trying to figure out it’s meaning. “But, you can choose what they see when they look at you. Got it?

Tim’s hands dropped back into his lap. He felt a strange mixture of relief and humiliation all at once. “Yeah.”

“And here’s another pro-tip, on the house.” Antonne leaned forward in his chair. “The best way to change what people think of you… is to participate in group discussion.”

His face heated up as laughter erupted around the circle. Thankfully, it all seemed good-natured based on the smiles that some of the other members directed at him and the way Roy gave his hair a quick ruffle.

“What’s your name, kid?” Antonne asked.

Tim sat up straighter in his chair. “Tim.”

“Alright, Tim. Next meeting, you’re speaking first.”

#kintsugi #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #roy harper #batman #batman fandom #batman fanfic #tw drug problems #tw drug addiction #tw self harm #hurt comfort #emotional whump #bat-losers-inc #LittleDarlingXOX #myfic #fanfic #red robin #red hood #Arsenal

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slashersdownsouth · 5 years ago

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S/O with a Motor Tic Disorder

Hey, i don't know if asks are open right now so ignore this if they aren't (sorry never done this before). Anyways i was wondering if you could do some of the slashers with a s/o that has a tic disorder? Thank you!!!! I love your writing!!

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Howdy~

Thank you for the kind words~ very encouraging! If motor skills is something of a struggle, I hope everything gets better for you. Right now I have a lot of slasher matchups to work on, but I'm taking a little break for this reactions post - thought it was really good. But don't worry friends - I'm working hard!

Alrighty, let's begin!

Request By: @this-is-just-an-alias

Michael Myers

'Biting the lip'

• When he first met you, he knew something was different about you..

• You seemed ordinary enough to him, honestly.

• He knew you biting your lip was a thing, per se, but he didn't realize it was brought on by anxiety

• He saw you on the phone with a relative, he saw you getting jumpy and looking a bit flustered. Then he noticed it - the way the biting turned into nibbling and chewing

• "She's eating her face." he's thinking

• Once you explain, he won't think too much of it

• He doesn't mind it, it's a thing of yours and he's not one to judge on things.

• He'll probably just walk up to you and slide your lip out from between your teeth with his finger

• If that doesn't help, he'll steal you some lip balm so you don't chap up too much or so it can at least taste good

Thomas Hewitt

'obscene gestures/words'

• Thank goodness Sheriff Hoyt has a sense of humor, you flipping off the other victims while getting in the backseat of the car was the only reason you're still alive today

• You kept your hand up the entire time in the car , even when you walked in

• Of course, now at the dinner table, you calmed a bit, but the tension was high and so were your stress levels

• Now Luda Mae thought it was nice to have a guest, and an attractive one at that.. *wink wink Thomas*.

• Thomas kept his eye on you, he wasn't sure what, but you looked ... eerily calm but jumpy at the same time

• When Uncle Monty suddenly slammed his cane on the floor, both hands were high with the middle finger up - one at Monty and one above your head.

• Hoyt was dying, Luda Mae is trying calm you down a bit, Monty was not amused and Thomas is thinking, "what the fuck?"

• Once Luda Mae has you all calm and cleaned up, you take a moment to explain. Now she has no idea what it's like, but she can understand how much you struggle with this, so she'll take you under wing and care for you.

• She explains to Thomas it's like when she bites her nails when she's nervous and that he needs to be patient

• After nearly two years of living with the Hewitt's, it's gotten better thanks to Thomasand his mama, but sometimes Thomas will catch you flipping off the laundry hanging outside

Bubba Sawyer

'Sticking the tongue out'

• No lie, Bubba thought it was cute.

• He didn't mind the tic, cause it only happens when you're really excited about something!

• He figured that out when he presented you with jewelry he personally made just for you

• You were so giddy, your tongue just kept poking in and out of your mouth

• He knew your excitement was genuine, he'd try to groan out some incoherent words and just squeeze you with hugs

• Of course you've explained it to him it's just a tic, it could go away with time. He doesn't really want it to though, but he understands tics aren't normal for folks

• We've lost count for how many times Drayton and the boys (besides Bubba) threaten to cut off your tongue and throw it in the chilli bowl eww nasty fools

Jason Vorhees

'jerking'

• Now he met you when you were making a shitload of noise in the forest

• He understood something may have been wrong with you and you WERE alone, so he took you a cabin

• Once you saw him again, you explained your tics and how this was like a syndrome and how you jerk your arms and legs alot when your extremely anxious

• Now, he knows syndrome means sick. So you're sick. No worries, he'll take care of you.

• He'd watch you and show you around when you were generally calm. Letting you know where traps were and how to access him quickly

• He would be busy around the camp, taking care of traps and trespassers and such

• But he'd never be gone for too long in fear of you getting anxious

• He wouldn't want you to start jerking and hurt yourself

Brahms Heelshire

'wrinkling the nose'

• Now as his "caretaker", he's been observing you through the walls for weeks

• He saw how you'd scrunch up your nose when you got frustrated with anything

• It was a minor detail really - but he caught it pretty quickly

• Now it wasn't a big deal. It's just like a little scrunch.. kind of like when you smell something bad

• Thus made Brahms a little more conscious about personal hygiene thank God

• It wasn't until that new delivery boy called you out on it and made you visibly embarrassed/uncomfortable about it that he knew it was something you struggled with

• After that, he made sure to always do his best to help you and give you little eskimo (nose) kisses when you felt down

Billy Loomis

'blinking'

• When people are happy, they usually smile. Not you, you blink. Excessively.

• Now Billy, in all honesty, if he doesn't understand is gonna be all like, "can you chill the fuck out?"

• Once he knows, he'll feel a bit bad, cause this is a struggle of yours and him being a dick isn't helping.

• He'll research on how to help someone with tics, different exercises to help, write notes and try to be a little more positive around you

• When he learns that it happens when your happy, then he'll think it's kinda funny and a tiny bit cute

• If anyone tells you shit, they somehow appear on the next day's homicide news. Coincidence?

Stu Macher

'animal noises'

• Being with Stu has always been the funniest times of your day, hell, the BEST. Period

• Now, he's never spent the night, and for that you're kinda glad cause you have this "habit" of making noices when you're tired.

• One night though, he knocks on your window around 11 at night and you half asleep, just unlock it and let him crawl in

• He doesn't say much, just undresses into his tank top and boxers and slides under your covers and you just mold to him

• You know Stu though, he's a talker. He's talking about his day, and you're honestly trying to keep up but you're keep nodding off

• Then begins the "woof! woof! meow! woof!"...

• Stu is just stunned... and he's dying of laughter on the inside... he's googling "why is my gf making animal noices?"

• If he can't find anything, he's recording your ass so he can play it for you in the morning, this is your cue to explain.

• He actually thinks it's a good thing! Appreciates you sharing and tries to help should you feel down or upset about it.

Bo Sinclair

'snapping the fingers'

• Bo is a very hot-headed man, it takes a patient and strong person to deal with this slasher

• Sometimes, he says stupid shit and directs his anger at you and it's just stressful

• When the stress builds up and just pours out like a full cup, your hands have a mind of their own

• You just start snapping your fingers and it's difficult to calm your nerves to stop

• Bo never sees it first hand cause you hide it - you don't need more judgment from people who'd never understand

• One night though, Bo is blowing steam off at you again and runs out the house to check on any passing trespassers

• This is your chance to snap in the privacy of your room and you don't even realize you're crying

• You're just sitting on the bed,, crying and snapping and yea, that looks unnerving

• When Bo walks in and sees this, he thinks he finally drove you insane

• Now, everyone may not think the same, but Bo still has compassion, so when he sees this, he's heartbroken

• He'll just sit behind you and hold you close, whispering apologies to you and rubbing your arms so the nerves will relax

• Once you two talk, he'll try his best to cool it with the anger and should he hear you start to snap in future arguments, he considers that his cue to calm the fuck down and shut the fuck up

Vincent Sinclair

'twisting the neck'

• When he saw you, no lie, he thought you were trying to kill yourself via neck break

• He's thinking, "oh no, this one's a cuckoo".. might as well ease their pain

• But when he sees how your friends ignore it and leave you to do you, he thinks you're a captive and that they're torturing you "I'll save you sad girl!"

• He'll kidnap you and keep you in his art studio so you don't have to witness what he and his brother do to your friends

• Of course, you're scared shitless and this just makes the tic react even worse

• He has no idea what to do with you, honestly. He's looking through his dad's medical notes and he can't find anything

• Once you calm a bit, you willingly explain to him what a tic is, and how yours is simply twisting your neck

• Of course it's a dangerous one and sometimes your neck pops and you feel like you've given yourself whiplash, but Vincent's been so kind with you that it's actually helped your habit

• I guess living here in Ambrose won't be too bad

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Hope you liked, will post new stuff very soon

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Part 9

"What's up Claykids, welcome back to my second channel, new vlogs every single day," Clayton Howard shouted at the Go Pro he held at arm's length from his face. Angel knew he was loud based on his videos, but hadn't been prepared for just how loud he really was. It took a lot of restraint not to cringe away.

"We're here with AngelVinh96, go follow him on Insta," Clayton continued, wrapping an arm around Angel's shoulders and pulling him into frame. Angel flashed a bright smile at the camera. "Angel's here to show us how they party in West Virginia!"

"Hiiii," Angel cooed, holding up a peace sign for the camera.

"Okay, and cut," Clayton said, and he lowered the camera, his huge smile instantly disappearing. He released his hold on Angel's shoulders. "That's good for the intro, we'll start filming again when we actually get to the club."

The conversation had been like that since they'd met up. Clayton had been all business, talking about shots and directing not only his friends, but Angel as well. Angel couldn't help but feel disappointed. This was sort of what he'd expected talking to Demie to go like when he'd approached him after the concert - awkward and parasocial. But Demie had been easy to talk to. Clayton, on the other hand, was the worst kind of influencer, the kind that was purely a performance.

And he'd looked so relatable on Youtube, too.

"Alright, so where are we headed?" Clayton asked, turning to Angel. His face was so devoid of joy that it was eerie.

"Alright, so, Broadway is the big gay nightclub," Angel said. "There's Atmosphere, but they don't have a dance floor."

"Aw man, we're going to a gay club?" One of Clayton's crew moaned. Angel thought that that one was Jason Ransom, but he could've been Miller High. It was hard to tell, they were both blonde Californian white guys.

"Man, shut the fuck up," Clayton said. "You can deal with gay guys hitting on you for one night."

That was the saving grace of all this, at least. Clayton was openly bi, and even if he was just as image-obsessed as the rest of Youtube, Angel might still be able to get a hookup out of this. Plus the exposure on Youtube would really help his Instagram follower count.

"So how long have you been a dancer?" Clayton asked as they walked down the sidewalk towards the club. Angel fought back a sigh of relief. Clayton was asking him about himself, so the guy couldn't be that self-absorbed, right?

"Like four years?"

"Wow, so you're like a veteran, huh? How'd you get into it?"

"It was in college - I really, really needed money, and I mean, I did theater in high school so I already knew how to dance, just not on a pole, y'know? And then it wound up being more fun than school, so I just sort of stuck with it."

"That's dope. So, this the place?" He nodded to a two story plantation-style house, complete with columns, with rainbow flags flying from the second story balcony.

"Yep, this is Broadway."

"Cool, cool, let me get some shots."

Clayton pulled out his Go Pro again, and turned it on. As soon as he did, his face light up with a smile and he started shouting. It was eerie, like he'd flipped a switch and become a totally different person.

"Yoooo, check it out guys, this place is DOPE!"

"Look at this Colonel Sanders looking place, fam!" One of his crew shouted behind him.

"Let's go inside!" Clayton said as he ascended the porch steps. Angel followed after him, flashing his ID to the bouncer.

It was a Thursday night, so the place wasn't jam-packed, and there weren't any drag shows scheduled, but the bar still thumped with dance music and there was a decently sized crowd.

"Yo, this place is so fuckin' country, I love it," Clayton shouted over the noise as Angel led him to the bar.

"Okay, so, my tradition here is to always start out with a shot of Fireball," Angel shouted, smiling as Clayton shoved the camera in his face.

"Alright, yeah, show us how country kids party," Clayton shouted back.

Angel ordered, and within a minute the bartender produced enough shots for the entire filming crew, who had gathered around the bar. Clayton took a minute to hand off his camera to one of the guys and coordinate camera angles, then picked up a shot glass.

"Alright, on three," he shouted. "One, two, THREE!" He knocked back the shot with ease, and Angel followed suit.

Clayton's entire body shuddered, and he yelped. "Oh shit man, that's fire!" He shouted. He looked over at Angel, who hadn't had a reaction to the shot at all. "Dude, look at this fucker, look how fucking calm he is!" Clayton grabbed the camera back and shoved it in Angel's face again. "That shit was spicy as fuck, how are you not even affected?"

"That wasn't spicy!" Angel laughed. "That was like, white-people-spicy! It's not actually spicy!"

"Check this guy out," Clayton shouted, "balls of fucking steel over here!"

"C'mon, let's dance!" Angel shouted, grabbing Clayton by the strap of his tank top and pulling him towards the dance floor.

"You heard the man," Clayton shouted into the camera, before tossing it back to one of his crew.

Angel quickly learned that Clayton had no rhythm to speak of. He moved jankily; gyrating, but not in time to the music. He couldn't really keep up with Angel. Still, it was fun. Or at least that was what Angel told himself. He would've preferred someone who could actually dance, but it wasn't like Clayton was known for dancing or anything. It wasn't like he could really be disappointed.

They stayed on the dance floor for a few songs, always shadowed by one of Clayton's crew, before Angel dragged Clayton back to the bar. "Okay, we gotta get more drinks!" He shouted.

After downing another drink, they headed back to the dance floor. Clayton loosened up some, but he was still way off rhythm.

"I gotta go take a leak," he shouted after a couple more songs.

"Sure, bathroom's over there," Angel shouted, pointing.

Before he could tell what was going on, Clayton grabbed the sides of his face and brought him in for a sloppy kiss. His crew hooted in drunken frat boy-style approval.

Angel had no time to react before Clayton stumbled off the dance floor. He just stood there, stunned. Sure, he had had a crush on Clayton for ages, but this wasn't how he wanted the hookup to go down. He didn't necessarily need anything romantic, but he wanted it to at least feel like… something. Like it meant something, even if the meaning was just that they were both horny. Instead, all it felt like was that Clayton was doing it for the camera.

He walked off the dance floor, going to lean against a wall. Clayton's cameraman followed him, and Angel hated it. He wanted a chance to think, but he had to smile for the camera.

Clayton emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, and spotted Angel. He grabbed Angel's hand and practically dragged him over to a bench.

"Hey, you should dance for us," Clayton said, almost collapsing onto the bench.

"I've been dancing!" Angel laughed.

"No, like, you should give me a lapdance or something!" Clayton shouted.

"Um… I don't really do that outside of work," Angel said, laughing again, though this time it was tinged with anxiety.

"C'mon, it'll be good content!" Clayton said.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" His cameraman started chanting.

"C'mere," Clayton yanked on Angel's hand. Angel lost his balance and stumbled, almost falling on Clayton's lap.

"Take it off!" The cameraman shouted as Clayton grabbed at Angel's shirt.

"Stop," Angel said, shoving Clayton's hand away.

"C'mon, one little lapdance," Clayton slurred, sticking a hand on Angel's crotch.

"Fuck OFF!" Angel shouted, pushing Clayton hard and standing up.

"Uh oh, made him mad," the cameraman jeered, coming in close with the Go Pro.

"Get that out of my fucking face!" Angel shouted, swatting it out of the cameraman's hand. It hit the floor with an audible crack.

"Hey, you're gonna break my camera," Clayton whined.

"Good!" Angel shouted, kicking the camera across the floor. He didn't wait for Clayton to react. He wanted out of the bar, now. He stumbled towards the door, and out into the muggy night air. He stomped down the sidewalk, in the opposite direction from where they'd all parked to get to the bar.

He accidentally hip-checked a public trash can, which wobbled, and then spilled. He let out a guttural shriek of frustration, walking away from it before anyone on the street could say anything. He rounded a corner and spotted a bus stop bench, collapsing onto it.

He bent over, his head between his knees. He felt like he was going to puke, but it never came. There was nothing in his stomach to puke up. He'd starved himself all day, hoping that he'd get to hook up.

Well, that definitely wasn't going to happen.

He fought back tears. He didn't want to cry on a public street. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone. He knew he should get an uber, but he couldn't stop himself from opening up Instagram. There, right at the top of his feed, was a picture of himself at Broadway. Clayton had posted it, and tagged him in the post. His notifications were going crazy as people began to follow his account.

He closed the app, pressing the top edge of his phone against his forehead. He wanted to throw the thing across the street, but knew better.

He felt betrayed. Not like he'd ever had any trust in Clayton - they didn't even know each other - but he'd at least figured Clayton for a good person. He guessed that was why people always said you should never meet your heroes.

He needed to talk to someone. He needed to vent. He needed someone to tell him that it would be alright, that he was more than what he made himself out to be online.

There was only one person he could think of that would do that. Or at least had the potential to do that.

He opened up the phone app and dialed a number. As always, the phone rang for a long time before it was finally picked up.

"Demie?" He asked in a shaking voice.

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biblio-bitch · 4 years ago

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Teen Titans 1x01 Blind Reaction

I haven’t watched the OG Teen Titans yet. Sue me. I wasn’t allowed to watch cartoons as a kid so I’m playing catch-up here. As usual, spoilers and cursing under the cut! Also. apologies for the short sentences, it was like 3 am.

A disclaimer: This is entirely for fun and a lot of the comments I make are based on my preferences for media as well as the way I, as a writer, would have written things.

If I say something you disagree with (more likely in my analysis posts than my reactions) then I am more than happy to hear your opinions so long as you are respectful!

If you followed me for Detroit Evolution content I promise I’ll post the rest soon. Formatting and proofreading takes ages. I also might start liveblogging my adventures in screenwriting so look out for that!

That being said, let’s get into it!

[In brackets is added post-watch.]

Holy old animation Batman. It feels like Phineas and Ferb.

BB Sounds like Phineas.

The cheesy intro tho

Seriously which Robin is this cause I think it’s Dick but Idk

“Titans Go!”

The theme song is iconic

Love the OG Raven design

Is the theme Japanese?? It kinda feels Japanese

I love that Starfire’s outfit isn’t like literally a bikini it’s nice since she’s designed like a sixteen year old

Epic fight scene™️. Makes me feel like something’s going to go wrong.

“I am stronger than I look” fuck yeah Star get his ass

Honestly wtf Rob you’re like twelve and you don’t have powers??? Also is he wearing steel toe boots?? I thought they were converse at first. Seriously Batman, what’s with the child soldiers??

Cyborg?? I love him

Ouch that was a fail

Ok the bo staff is a Tim Drake signature as far as I know so wtf???? Which black haired mf is this???

It’s Dick. I googled. [I love DC and I realize that most of the Robins were designed before having diverse characters was a thing but literally they all look the same. Like personally I’d love to see a Romani or other non-white rep for Dick.

{I gleefully return to this post with news that Dick is canonically Romani! He’s been played so often as white, including in the new Titans, which I will be making a post about, but he was confirmed to be poc in Devin Grayson’s Gotham Knights. He’s part Romani on his mother’s side. She, according to Tim Seeley’s twitter, is an immigrant. He was originally presented without a confirmed ethnicity! My apologies for being uninformed about this. I stated Romani specifically here before knowing because I had seen people talk about him as such and really enjoyed it.}

Maybe a mixed Jason? I feel like Tim is white mostly bc he’s rich IN GOTHAM,,, but like I never turn down the possibility of poc characters. Damian is canonically middle eastern so if I ever see a live action Damian not played by a middle eastern brown kid I’m rioting.]

What a petulant child. Blaming each other. Now they’re fighting. [This part feels very overdramatic to me personally. I do think that if this wasn’t animated it would be toned down quite a bit. That being said? I do think it’s in character for Dick, especially late Robin-era Dick, to have outbursts like that, especially as a character that I see as needing a lot of control.]

Oh wonderful. He quit. That’s overly dramatic.

Oh goddamn it Slade.

I’m not supposed to know he’s Slade yet tho huh. [Rip the element of surprise with that, I have a habit of learning everything from things before investing my time in it, and my obsession with other versions of DC comics isn’t helpful in this situation. Also the 25 pages of AO3 I’ve read about the Bats gives quite a bit away.]

Oh ew that’s a plasma monster

He looks like fuckin,,, Underbelly! that mf from the Red Hood/Arsenal comics. [Underbelly is the personification of the criminal world. I got through four RH/A comics as of posting this so once I finish that storyline I’ll probably post about it]

“It’s pointless to get upset about Cyborg” breaks glass. [I personally really fw Raven being like ‘master of meditation i feel nothing’ but then these dumbasses get all up in her brain and she ends up loving them like honestly that’s amazing]

“I’m fine” fucks up that punching bag. Master of emotions this bitch. [I don’t think that this little tantrum is entirely because Cyborg left. Again, Dick was raised by Batman, and neither of them are too good about losing control and fucking up. This to me is very much a mix of guilt for having driven away a friend and teammate, anger at Cyborg for leaving, and also anger at himself for a perceived failure. Bruce really needs to get his kids therapy bc the complexes are really shining through.]

Now they’re sad like bitch ur the one who kicked him out???

He’s eating something and it’s gross.

“That stuff can’t be good for you” Robin,,, sweaty,,,

The puns. Jeez Louise.

Immensely powerful half demon lady and the best you can do is some cans?? [Again with the things you shouldn’t know, Theo. Yeah I get that she’s still a kid and the demon lady thing isn’t exactly revealed yet, but I maintain that the barrels -- which I realized that they’re barrels not cans -- could be improved upon]

“You giant zit”??? A Child [Seriously how old is he because it’s concerning that he seems as young as he does. @ Bruce wtf did you do to your kids]

Phase three what an ominous asshole

Again with the puns Rob like jeez just fight this mf

Star,, you’re an alien?? Why are you screaming??

Both eyes on the road while flying Raven

He just extends the bo again bro what kinda bat bullshit is this

Cyborg saving the day!! We gotta love that. “Still got the sonic if you still got the boom” what kids I love them

I love that he just,, brought Cinderblock with him. He’s just that powerful.

Wtf is up with this knockoff Alfred mf with Slade? Also?? What stereotypical villain shit Slade step it up. [Titans (2018) Slade is like,,, so much better at this. Hell, even Arrow Slade is more nefarious.]

[I know it’s stupid to say this about an antagonist from a kids show vs two YA/Adult shows but like?? Titans Slade had the Motive, and Arrow Slade was Deep. In my defense here, I’m only on Ep 1, I’m sure he gets more interesting as the show progresses.

My non-sleep deprived rating? 9/10. Points off for melodrama but points on for nostalgia and attention grabbing. I’m not really into kids shows so I did my best to be fair despite that. Personally I think it’s a little much on the fighting especially for a pilot and it definitely seemed a little bit rushed. But, the animation is fun, I love the way each character is distinctive in costume and personality.

Keep in mind I prefer watching things with writing/pacing like Arrow, The Flash, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and the new Titans TV show and all of my ratings are going to be skewed based on a preference for stronger and darker material.

With that in mind, I did enjoy the episode and I do want to continue watching. I think if I had watched this as a 10-11 year old, it would’ve been amazing.]

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mfackenthal · 5 years ago

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The MFackenthal Show with Birthday Girl @lilyofchoices

banner by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

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Megs: Hello hello hello! Today is a very very very special day and I am so excited to announce my next guest. Please give an extra special welcome to our birthday girl, Lily!

The crowd stands up and cheers as Lily comes from off stage, waves to the crowd and gives Megs a big hug! When Lily sits down, the audience get quiet.

Megs: Wow! Look at how you command this crowd, Lily. This group loves you! I cannot believe you have only been here since March.

Lily: I know! It feels like it has been so much longer.

Megs: So, how did you come up with your tumblr handle?

Lily: I hate coming up with names and titles. They are the bane of my existence. Just ask any of my friends on tumblr I’m constantly asking them for help or whining at them. Thank the gods I have help. So my tumblr handle is super boring and unoriginal. It is my name (well one of my middle names) and I’m “of the choices fandom” so...of choices. Yeah, you can groan. It’s bad. I know.

Megs: Are you really telling me, MFackenthal, that your handle is unoriginal?

Lily: laughs

Megs: Anyways, tell me, what brought you to the fandom?

Lily: Well, I live for crazy and this site definitely delivers on that. Joking, kinda. In all honesty, I created that tumblr on a whim after I went looking for more fanfic to read. I found @perriewinklenerdie @hopelessromantic1352 and @ahumanmishap and loved their writing. Their writing inspired me to just go for it! I created this blog just to post shit and geek out with myself about the newest chapter releases and share whatever fics I discovered. I never in a million years expected to find so many friends and awesome people.

Megs: But find so many friends you did!

Lily: Yes, I did! They’re all amazing. Well … takes calming breath I’ve had my fair share of disagreements in this fandom and while the haters are hard to deal with and they can get exhausting, they are far, FAR outnumbered by those in this fandom that are here to have fun and be crazy and silly and don’t care if your opinions differ from their own. I live for those types of beautiful people that make this fandom amazing! Plus have you seen the level of talent from the writers and artists in this fandom? I’m constantly in awe of them all.

Megs: The talent amazes me every day! Speaking of talent - what’s your favorite work that you have created?

Lily: Damn girl. You are asking all the tough questions. Why ya gotta do that to me?

Megs: laughs and shrugs her shoulders It’s kinda my job, girl!

Lily: smirks I guess I'd have to say that I love the first chapter of my Merida fic. I wrote it as a distraction, a break if you will, from my real life writing which is dry and boring. We had all just made our way through the Open Heart chapter where Ethan tells mc that Naveen is dying and then Pb won’t let us even hug Ethan. I desperately wanted that so I decided to write it. I’m going on chapter 32 of that fic now. I need help. Oh, but my favorite as far as fandom reactions goes was definitely the chapter where that dirty rat stabs Merida. Y'all lost your minds and it was hilarious.

The audience gasps. “Oh yeah, I remember that chapter.” “Landry is the worst.” Members of the audience whisper.

Megs: I remember that chapter. I feared you’d go the way of @laniquelovewrites and kill Merida!

Lily: winks

Megs: shakes her head Do you have any advice for other writers or artists? Especially those from within the fandom?

Lily: Well, talking to all you not-yet-writers out there - take the ducking leap lovelies! Do it! Don’t worry about language, grammar, flow, tempo, timing, editing, just write it. I rarely edit mine beyond a cursory review. And ya know what? This fandom loves whatever you give us. And I’m at the front of that line waiting to read it. Seriously! Tag me in anything you write!

Also, don’t be concerned about likes and reblogs. My first fic only got like 15 likes when I first released it. It’s hard not to get caught up in wanting likes and reblogs and comments. Hell, I live for them. And ya want to think that a lack of those means no one likes it, but trust me, there are plenty of people enjoying your work that don’t like, comment, or reblog. Try not to focus on the likes but on your fic and know that there are those out there enjoying the hell out of it!

And I’m always willing to review anything and everything. If you want someone to look it over first, I am here for you. But I warn you now, I will encourage you to share it with everyone.

By the end of this little speech, the entire audience is up and clapping. Standing ovation.

Megs: Look at that crowd, Lily. It’s obvious that you speak the truth.

Lily: Whispers to Megs: Don’t worry - I can get them all to sit down. Ask me about the choices books.

Megs: So Lily, have you read all of the choices books?

Lily: I feel like I’m going to have to duck behind this couch as soon as I say what I’m about to say. No, I’ve not played them all. I’ve played most. I tried to play The Freshman, Big Sky Country, Sunkissed, and America’s Most Eligible but I couldn’t. I have replayed countless books. Thomas, Ethan, Sonia, the entire Perfect Match crew, the entire Nightbound crew, and Jake - I’ve played all of their options.

Now Megs, I have only admitted this once and after this we will never speak of it again hangs head in shame I am a sucker for one particularly hated Choices book. Want to take a guess? I've, no joke, replayed this more times than I should admit. No one will follow me after this. I...I, love Home for the Holidays.

Lily gets up and ducks behind couch while many in the crowd sit down.

Lily: This is now my home. I will live back here so no one can see me in my shame.

Megs: walks around the couch to sit with Lily loudly saying: Well, as I enjoyed that book a lot and very much miss Nick, if you live back here then I will have to live back here with you … but this is kinda a crappy place to continue this interview so I’m gonna move back to front of the couch, okay?

Megs walks back around the couch and sits down.

Well, you did get people to sit down, Lily. Gives her audience the stink eyes. Where were we? Oh yes, which book is your favorite?

Lily: stands up behind the couch Well, I’m going to stay behind the couch at this point because I'm not going to say Open Heart and I know I'm going to hear about it. Hero is my favorite book. It was the first I played and I absolutely loved it! The art! The characters! The story! It had it all! If Pb doesn't give me Hero 2 in 2020 I’m not sure what I’ll do now that they’ve teased me. But I’ve also learned that they like to tease me. Lily jumps over the couch in a superhero type move and lands sitting down next to Megs.

Megs: Nice moves! So who is your favorite OTP?

Lily: I will always say Detective Jason Shaw and my mc Ashtyn Stark to this question. I loved the book RoD until the end when our option of which side to help disappeared and we had to help MPC. I was so excited to see a book that allowed you to pick which side to help, Police/Brotherhood, MPC, or both. You should know by now that I love the villains and all I wanted was for my mc to side with Shaw.

Bryce and Harper are another OTP for me. I found a few others out there that ship this but @tallulahshh is a godsend when it comes to this ship. Her fics on these two are so amazing! For reals, you should all check them out. She will convince you that this is the ship to be on.

Megs: Gasps! I should kick you off this couch for loving a Bryce ship over an Ethan ship. YOU WRITE FOR ETHAN!

Lily: What can I say? The heart wants who it wants.

Megs: Yeah, yeah. What do you do when you’re not producing work for the fandom? What else do you do for fun?

Lily: I teach Latin and Formal Logic and I also write (journalism and academic pieces). My fanfics are my break from my dry writings. I know y'all are dying to read about how Latin could revitalize the modern American educational system. I love to cook, read, hike, and spend time with my family. I live in the city now but I'm a country girl at heart. Give me open fields to run through, dense forests to explore, water to kayak on and I'm a happy one.

Megs: That sounds wonderful. Lily, one last question - do you have any questions for me?

Lily: Ah, you should not give me this power. What non-LI would you make a LI if you could and why? I must know, please tell me!

Megs: Oh, that’s easy - Bastien! The drama is already built in because of his part in the Tariq plot and damn @stopforamoment, @bobasheebaby, and @lolablackwrites have made that man irresistible.

A second and more strange one is actually Emerald Phan from High School Story: A Class Act Chapter 2. She’s technically an adult when I’m (MC) technically a high schooler … but I would date this gal. She’s gorgeous!

Before you leave, Lily, I need to ask one last thing of you. Please close your eyes.

Lily closes her eyes

@msjpuddleduck, @anxious-arliah, @meindraws, @keepcreative, @brightpinkpeppercorn, @tallulahshh, @twin-skltns all come on stage, pushing a large cart with a beautiful cake that says “Happy Birthday Lily!” They all start singing Happy Birthday. The entire audience joins in.

As soon as people start singing, Lily opens her eyes and smiles really big.

Lily: Oh my gosh, you guys, I love it!

Megs: Happy Birthday, Lily! We’re all sooooo glad that you’re here. Blow out your candles, beautiful!

Lily: Takes a deep breath and blows out the candles in one puff.

The audience cheers!

Megs: It’s cake for everyone!

Those on stages start cutting and plating the cake. Others start handing a slice to everyone in the audience.

Megs: And that’s today’s show everyone! Thanks for coming! Join me next time when @hopelessromantic1532 will be the guest star. Have a GREAT week and please, join me in wishing @lilyofchoices a wonderful birthday!

~~~~~

I’m guessing @lilyofchoices will get this when she wakes up - but it should be officially her birthday right now!

And now for the tags. If you want to be added to the tag list for these or removed, please let me know!

@hopefulmoonobject @queen-among-writers, @hopelessromantic1352, @lilyofchoices, @msjpuddleduck, @theroyalweisme, @lady-kato

#The MFackenthal Show #Guest Start lilyofchoices #Happy Birthday Lily!#Happy Birthday Lilyofchoices!#Episode 11 #Behind the couch is a safe space #I miss Nick from Home for the Holidays

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msephy · 5 years ago

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Upbringing chap 11/13

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

Cross-posted to AO3

Earth 53 - Jason Todd

Jason fired, aiming at Ra’s chest – but then Bruce pushed the Demon’s Head out of his line of fire. Jason swore. Seriously? Seriously?

“Goddamnit, B.!” he yelled, aiming again.

He didn’t intend to fire again, that would just be wasting bullets at this point, but it prevented the nearby leaguers from attacking him. Also, he was very aware of Talia’s presence in his back. She put her life on the line for saving Damian and would very much do the same to safe her goddamn father.

Damnit, damnit. What were there going to do now? Killing Ra’s might have distracted the assassins for long enough for them to get the hell out of there, even though they’d then most certainly have followed them all the way back to Gotham for revenge. Hopefully, on a more long-term perspective, the League of Shadows might have collapsed, though, deprived of its leader.

That’s to say, if Ra’s hadn’t come back to life. Again.

Anyway, here went his plan. What now? There was no way they’d manage to fight them all off, even with Talia’s help.

“Thank you, Detective,” Ra’s was saying while picking himself up. “Interesting reaction from you, Zila al Xu'ffasch. Or maybe you aren’t who I thought you were.”

“Seems so, old man,” Jason answered, still trying to find a solution out of this. Stalling wasn’t going to work for long. “I’m nobody’s shadow.”

“So I see.” Ra’s turned back to Bruce. “You keep interesting company, Detective. But as grateful or interested I might be, I’m afraid I won’t tolerate this interruption any longer.”

“We aren’t giving you the kid, Ra’s,” Jason retorted, annoyed at being ignored. He was the one with the gun, damnit!

“And how do you suggest stopping me?”

Ra’s tone was faintly amused. Damn. Him. If Jason had had time to prepare, he would have brought – a bomb, or something.

Except trying to outbid Ra’s hadn’t worked so far, and was unlikely to work in any case. What they needed was a change of scenery. Anything that would offer an opportunity.

“Why the hell do you need his body in any case? Ain’t your Lazarus pit not working anymore?”

“The situation has gone beyond the pit’s ability for healing, I’m afraid,” Ra’s said, raising his arms to display his diminished state. “And I would suffer no more indignities.”

“Damian is your grandson, don’t tell me you’re happy about doing this.”

Jason had been thinking out loud, but to his surprise – and Bruce’s from his flinch – Ra’s nodded. “It does pain me. Alas, hard decisions have sometimes to be taken.”

“You’re full of bullshit,” Jason accused, unbelieving. “If you’re so sad about it, why the hell didn’t you just go to Nanda Parbat instead?”

Silence fell on the room, except for a slight gasp Jason heard from Talia behind him. He lowered his gun, frowning. Was it possible that…?

“You don’t know where it is, do you?” Jason asked, incredulous. “You actually don’t know. But from your reaction, you know what it is.”

“I am aware of the temple’s existence, yes. As a matter of fact, I have been looking for the invisible map that is told to lead to it, as an alternative, but constituting the map took too long. I cannot wait any longer.”

Jason smirked. “A map, huh? What about a guide instead?”

Ra’s seemed to consider it, but then shook his head. “As glad I would be to find a solution which wouldn’t involve my grandson’s passing, you’ve just demonstrated that the bounds of honor don’t matter to you by intervening from afar in a duel.”

“Oh for god’s sake. It’s not honor if you’re making up the rules as you go.”

“Yet it is. Even if you give your word, won’t you take the first opportunity to leave me be and run away? No, I won’t risk it.”

“What if I gave my word?” Bruce suddenly said.

Jason stared at him. Bruce, giving his word for Jason’s sake? They barely knew each other! And Jason had just betrayed Bruce’s rules in front of everyone. Ra’s understood it was pointless to trust him. Why would this Bruce think otherwise?

Why would this Bruce trust Jason, when his own adoptive father wouldn’t?

“Very well,” Ra’s agreed.

As one, the leaguers put their weapons away, some still staring at Jason as in fear of him starting to fire on everybody again. To be fair to them, he kind of wanted to. What the fuck was happening?

As things were, he put away his guns. Even then, they didn’t entirely relax, but then neither did he.

“Alright, you have Batman’s word,” Jason said. “Then Talia can bring the kid back home while we go.”

“If the temple is not found…”

“Then it won’t be our damn fault. This goes both ways, Ra’s. I’m guiding you there, and you let Damian go. You can settle with my body if you aren’t happy. You should love it, it’s all pumped with pit’s magic already.”

Ra’s approached at those words, Bruce following half a step behind. Jason tensed but Talia put a hand on his shoulder and he instantly relaxed. She smiled. Damnit. Now she’d assume there was something between her and him, in the world Jason came from, which… Alright, there was, but not that way. Mostly.

Ra’s climbed the steps to the platform. Talia let Jason’s shoulder go to retreat toward Damian, embracing him protectively. Ra’s ignored her and went to Jason, looking at him in the eyes. Then his eyes went up, to the white streak lost among Jason’s otherwise black hair; and he nodded.

“I see.”

“You don’t see shit,” Jason contradicted him, just because, no. He didn’t. Even if there was green in his irises and if death had left a mark on him, it didn’t mean anything.

Except the fact that the pit, too, had left a mark. Obviously.

“So, are we going?”

Ra’s inclined his head. “Let’s go.”

Jason really hoped this would work. Now, it was him, putting his life on the line, fuck. What the hell was he thinking?

Talia took Damian away, ordering a few leaguers around to prepare their trip back go Gotham. She smiled at him again, passing next to him. Damian frowned, but nodded at him, once.

And Bruce – Bruce, too, was nodding approvingly.

Jason swallowed back the unwanted feelings of longing and delight which tried to reach him. This wasn’t his Bruce. And he didn’t care, in any case. Besides, he did intend to take Ra’s down at the first opportunity – that’s to say, after they’d arrive in Nanda Parbat proper. That way, they would have kept their word.

He just hoped Bruce would follow him on it, this time.

But he had good hope.

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Earth 53 – Jason Wayne

Jason was very hard trying not to pace, keeping instead a confident smile on his face, not to worry Dick. The teenager had relaxed since their arrival, likely reassured that his adoptive uncle would somehow save Bruce even though they were thousands of miles apart, and Jason didn’t want to disabuse him of the notion. There was no point in both of them worrying.

“I’m glad to see you help from the computer,” Bruce suddenly told Dick, surprising Jason. “It’s invaluable, to have a second set of eyes like that.”

“I’d be much more useful on the ground,” Dick protested.

“Don’t be so sure. If everyone is at risk, who can call for help? Besides, you told us you were the one to spot Talia on the cameras, weren’t you? Neither Batman nor Jason would have been able to, from the streets.”

Dick grinned, delighted at the compliment. Jason fought back a smile.

“However,” Bruce continued. “I would have thought you’d be done by now. Isn’t tomorrow a school day?”

Dick’s face fell as quickly as it had lit up. “That’s not fair! Besides, Bruce isn’t back yet. How am I going to sleep?”

“Properly,” Jason intervened, thanking Bruce mentally for the reminder. “I’ll wake you up when we have news, if we have news. Considering how long the trip is, they might not get out of the mountains before tomorrow morning and you aren’t staying awake all night.”

“Bruce would have let me!”

“Bruce isn’t here. Come on,” Jason said, softening his done. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I didn’t go to work yesterday, so I’m fine, actually. Up to bed, little bird.”

It took some more coaxing to have him go, but half an hour later, Bruce and Jason were alone in the Cave. Jason collapsed in front of the computer.

“Fuck. What are we going to do?”

“Patrol,” Bruce suggested.

Jason stared at him. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? What if they call us?”

“The call will be transferred to your com and you won’t be able to teleport there in any case.”

This Bruce was way too reasonable, Jason decided. “You’re just trying to keep me distracted.”

Bruce didn’t protest, which was as good as an admission, coming from that one. He titled his head toward the cars. “So?”

“Why patrol? Nothing is happening in Gotham anyway,” Jason protested, but he stood up.

“Isn’t that worrying?”

Jason snorted. “Not really. Things are quiet, lately. I mean, not perfect, you know? But settling down.”

Something like curiosity passed on Bruce’s face. Jason smiled. Alright, now he did want to go.

“Come on, old man. Let me show you my Gotham.”

They didn’t take the car, just a couple of bikes. Those would be more practical if they had to move around in a rush. The streets were empty, at this time of the night, or rather, of the morning. It was well past midnight.

Jason parked behind a Wayne Entreprise building, then removed his helmet, breathing in the air. Not so polluted, since they managed to pass the car tax motion. Ironically, those bikes were going around Gotham illegally, as they hadn’t paid any taxes for them; though they did for the dozen or so vehicles Bruce officially owned.

Bruce parked next to him. They threw their lines and were on the roof in a couple of seconds. Jason grinned. This was more like it.

“Is that a park?” Bruce asked, pointing at a black dot with no street lamp, not far away.

“We repurposed some of the waste ground around here, as part of our effort to make the air more breathable. Incidentally, it also attracts families on Sundays and some shops have started to open at street level.”

“Must be a hub for crime.”

As Bruce said those words, a patrol car rode by, slowing down as it approached the park. Jason crouched to see as it parked and two officers got out, but apparently they were just patrolling, like they were.

“Not more than the wasteland way,” Jason answered at last. “But this is the financial district, it’s quieted down. What about heading for the Bowery instead?”

“Lead the way.”

Jason grinned then ran toward the edge of the rooftop, and jumped.

This was so freeing. Running around Gotham, knowing each of its bowels, stone and roof, its sky as well as its streets – just for that, he was glad to have followed his brother when he went to train all around the world. Even though they didn’t agree on the most efficient way to help the city, Jason would have never felt this if he had not been the Bat’s shadow.

They reached the Bowery without slowing down, Bruce following his path effortlessly, even though it was different from the city he knew. Moving like this in silence… It was shooting, in fact.

If only Bruce, his Bruce, had been safe back at the Cave, Jason would really have been able to enjoy it.

He finally stopped on the top of the clock tower, looking around to see if anyone needed help, but nobody was screaming, no gunshot echoed. Bruce peered down, frowning.

“You seem upset?” Jason asked.

“It’s too quiet.”

“Just another Thursday night,” Jason smiled.

“It can’t be that different,” Bruce said, meaning the city, their cities. Their Gothams.

“It isn’t,” Jason agreed. “The families are still out there, and the occasional madman. But crime is not an everyday occurrence anymore. It was the work of more than a decade, you know?”

“A decade.” Bruce’s sigh was so soft Jason could barely hear it. “It’s nothing.”

“I’m far from being done. And I wasn’t alone. Commissionaire Gordon’s help was priceless. And… Our father did a lot of ground work, you know?” Jason shrugged. “I also have the advantage of being able to protect myself, so I dare to try a lot of things most people wouldn’t. Of course, having access to Batman’s information network is also a plus.”

“Corporate espionage?”

“Benefits are only necessary to provide more money we can invest in Gotham,” Jason chastised. “No. But information is key, you know that much. Knowing the city, its darker side, it makes it easier to find where to act. What to build. What technology to work on next.”

Bruce shifted. Jason looked away from the city to turn to him. He seemed upset, still, but also thinking.

“Only a decade?”

“It’s not finished. It’s far from being finished. It never will be.”

“Yet. Another Thursday night, without crime,” Bruce said, echoing his earlier words.

“Not all criminals are a cowardly, superstitious lot. A lot of them felt like they didn’t have a choice, even if they did. They were broken by the city’s cogs, by the institutionalized poverty brought by a systemic pressure put on people by exploitation.”

“I wouldn’t have imagine you to be a socialist.”

Jason snorted. “I’m not. But there is capitalism, and there is excess. We have money. We have the possibility to redistribute.”

Bruce was nodding. Jason laughed, a bit derisive. “That’s all fine and well,” he added, “but what about all the other people who don’t? Luthor and others of the same type, who don’t provide good work conditions to their workers, who don’t care about those who are too sick to keep going? Not everybody cares about people, that’s why the system has to change.”

“Are you going to go into politics?” Bruce asked, and he sounded as if he meant it.

Jason blinked. He’d never thought about it, in fact. “And leave Gotham?”

“There are local politics. It would be a good place to start.”

“Are you advising me to?”

“You’re the one who is speaking about changing the system.” Bruce shrugged. “You did a good job so far.”

Jason smiled, feeling warm all over. That meant a lot, from Bruce. From any Bruce, but especially from this older one who was looking at his city from the perspective of an outsider, yet who loved her as much as he did.

“Maybe I will. I’ll think about it.” And he would. He’d never thought that far but, to be honest, he already was doing politics – just not in the sense Bruce meant. Wayne Enterprise was an amazing tool, but to go further? To actually change things?

Hell yeah.

“Alright, now that we’ve admired the city and my own genius,” Jason joked, “let’s finish patrol.”

Bruce nodded and they launched themselves again in the city sky, shadows between her silent towers.

Notes

"Zila al Xu'ffasch" means, I hope, the shadow of the bat. I don't speak Arabic, I apologize if I got the name wrong. This is just what I came up after about an hour of research on the internet.

I hoped it would be simple enough but what google translate sent me (zila alkhafafish) didn't match Damian's name (Ibn al Xu'ffasch), so I dig a bit deeper and came up with "zila/zili/zil" meaning shadow, "al" being the possessive and I kept "Xu'ffasch" because the readers would be familiar with it.

If anyone reading knows about Arabic, please let me know the correct phrasing so I can change it if I got it wrong.

Also sorry-not-sorry about the whole politics. This wasn’t where I expected their conversation to go at all XD

Comments are very welcome :)

#byme #my fics #upbringing #jason wayne #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfamily

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years ago

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Survey #238

“crimson calligraphy written on the trees, creature from the grave, headless and hellbent for me.”

Have you ever played golf? Like, mini-golf. Is there a lake near your house? No, but there's two small ponds down the road. Have you ever made your own pizza or pasta dough? No. Have you ever watched an entire season of a tv show in one day? Uhhhhh how long are the first few seasons of Supernatural? Because Jason and I fucking binged it, and I honestly think that's partially the reason I don't even enjoy TV anymore. Like I liked the show, but jfc it became torture at some point. Not his fault at all, I just never pointed it out. BUT ANYWAY, it's definitely possible we did. What did you have for dinner tonight (or last night)? A ham and cheese hot pocket. Do your parents do things that ‘embarrass’ you? This is so mean, but my mom makes the cringiest jokes and such imo that gives me mad secondhand embarrassment. Do you like any Bon Jovi songs? Yeah, a decent handful. Who was the last person you were in a car with? Mom. Do you give people second chances? Ha, more than "second." How’re things between you and your most recent ex? We're totally great. Really as if we didn't even break up, considering I mean... nothing emotionally has changed. We just know that being together right now isn't the wise decision. It's frustrating as hell, though. We've already established we're not going to "wait" for each other, but neither of us are actively looking for a new partner, either. I want her, and from what I can tell, she wants me, too. We kinda just... don't talk about how unfair it all is anymore because we both get too upset. I was even supposed to go up there with her and her fam for her birthday and Christmas, but that's changed because she and I agree it's too soon after splitting, making it only more difficult to be around each other. We'd want to cuddle and kiss and such by instinct, so we're trying to wait until the wound isn't as fresh. Though honestly, I don't know how visiting period would go consider as said, there has been zero change in romantic attraction. Ugh yeah I just hope she figures out what she wants and all and we can get back together. Have you been to a wedding this year? No. I'm going to my half-sister's next year, though. Are you an aunt or uncle? Yes, and another niece is on her way. :') Do you expect to be married in the next two years? Probably not. What season is your birthday in? Winter. Have you ever been hunting? Fuck that shit. How often do you walk around barefoot? Always in my own house + in other houses if I'm allowed to take my shoes off. When you eat take-out, do you just eat it out of the containers provided? Usually, but it does depend on what food it is. Ex., those little boxes that have rice in them from Chinese places? I'm using a bowl. From the container is just messy. Would you need to sleep with someone before considering marrying them? Nah. Do you carry condoms? No. Would you date someone who has a hearing aid? ... Yes...? "No" is just... so rude?? Like that is something the person absolutely cannot help, nor is it a HUGE thing. It's just a hearing aid, dude. How organized are the files on your computer? Pretty decent. Folders and such. Could be better still, probably. Have you ever been to a strip club? Nah, not my scene. Have you ever brought home a stray animal? Pleeeeenty of cats. Are you physically strong? No, especially not my legs. I've got a newborn fawn's legs, jc. Still working on building the muscle back up. Would you date someone with braces? Oh my god, fuck off. Yes I would. I was the person with braces dating someone without them, so 1.) I obviously can't say shit, 2.) they're taking care of their goddamn teeth, and 3.) I dunno, wearing braces has no goddamn impact on personality???????????? Does scuba diving interest you? Not to an incredible degree, but it'd be cool. Would you ever ask your parents for relationship advice? Maybe for certain topics. Do you think people look up to you? Y'know that "oh no hunty WHAT is u doin" meme??? That's me if someone does. How often do you have trouble sleeping at night? *blinking* There are people who don't??????? Do you blush easily? Ohhhhhh yes. Do you get angry at yourself or at others more often? Hm. Not sure. Can you name five current world leaders? AHAHA nope. How many times have you had the flu? Zero. Do you think imagination is valuable? Oh hell yes. We would be NOWHERE CLOSE to where we are as animals without it. Who or what are you most impatient with? I don't know. When was the last time you mowed a lawn? Never. Have you seen all of the Star Wars films? No; seen only the first three with a friend and saw zero appeal. He didn't either. How about all of the Harry Potter ones, so far? I haven't even seen one. Jason and I started the first one together but. Paid way more attention to each other than the movie lmfao. What part of the newspaper do you typically enjoy reading? None. I collect my school's papers now though 'cuz I'm the photographer for it. :') Have you ever made a website, even a simple one? Four that I remember. The ancient and now-defunct ones were back when I think this site called Wetpaint was a host for simple sites, and a lot of us RPers posted our mob info and stuff there. I had one for Talons, one for Connrads. Ha, out of curiosity, I think I looked for them not all too long ago since I never actually deleted them, but I think the site itself was re-purposed. NOW, I have a Wix site for my photography, and then Kalahari Manor is a ProBoards-hosted site. Which was better: your childhood or your teen years? Jfc, childhood. Teen years were a chaotic and rancid cesspit in terms of mental health. What was your reaction to your first time falling in love? I truly imagine that realizing I was *in love* with Jason surpassed what a high probably feels like lmao. What does it take for someone to win your heart? I'm actually putting thought into this one and I think what appeals to me in a person most is just being friendly with a good sense of humor and obvious, shameless concern for others. AND JFC, HAVE EMOTION. Don't be a brick wall with me. Lacking an emotional side, positive or negative, is such a turn-off to me. I'm not attracted to robots. Being a gentle person is important, and for me personally, you need to actually act like you're into me. Not just between us. Do not make me a secret. AND BE CREATIVE AND WEIRD AND FRESH!!!!!!!!!!! There's nothing wrong with more "vanilla" people, but just for me myself, I need someone who stands out for some good reason. lol okay this answer's actually getting kinda long, I'll stop. There's a number of ways. What is one thing you would rather be doing? Ha ha yo real talk, Sara and I are getting all emotional and deep into our relationship, platonic or romantic, and I want me and her in her bed right now tearing each other up alsdkjfla;kwejre I love her a lot ok. When was the last time you changed your mind about something? OKAY SO I started a new birth control, right? It. Sent. Me. BACK. With my PTSD. How? Idfk, but I was suddenly obsessing over Him again, badly. I stopped that shit, and wha'd'ya know, two days later, I'm like "lol wtf I don't want him why did that just happen hunty was u ok????????". SO YEAH, that was a trip. Do you know anyone with a lisp? I'm not sure. Possibly. How much weight can you lift at once? No clue. Not a lot. Do you ask guys out, or wait for them to ask you out? I've never asked a guy out, but I wouldn't say I wouldn't. Do you like the last person who showed interest in you? I love her. Describe the last person you stared at? I have no idea. Do you like dating one person at a time, or multiple people? I'm personally monogamous. Have your experiences made you more or less sympathetic to others? MORE. Do you find smoking unattractive? I do. Have your parents ever searched your personal belongings? Mom has. Where did you get your last bruise from? ... Well. This is uh. Awkward. Tying into when I was on that medicine that made my libido fucking uncontrollable (thank the fucking lord I'm back to normal), my breasts are lookin rough, sister. Are you looking forward to anything? Nothing in the VERY near future, I think. A bit further off, Christmas. I can't wait to see the kids so excited again, and for once, we come together as a true family. Plus my #1 wish is to have my Mark tattoo improved at an amazing parlor, and I'm pretty sure that'll be happening, just obvs. not on Christmas Day itself. I'll just be fuckin STOKED when I *know* it's happening. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes. How much money did you spend today? $1.25 for something from the vending machine. I didn't have breakfast, so I was really hungry. When you’re bored in class, what do you usually do? Try to not doze off. If we're not doing anything, then I'll play around with my phone. Have you ever had a song stuck in your head for more than a day? Oh, definitely. Ever walked into the guy’s bathroom? HA as a stupid elementary school with her friends, we sure did during a work day (my mom used to work with special ed kids at school). We thought we were soooo rebellious. How many wives or husbands do you want? One. What happens if you fall in love with your best friend? Ha, did. I still am, and we hope to be back together someday. Has a teacher ever flirted with you? Not that I know of. Thankfully. Is it okay for friends to kiss each other, as friends? It's not my thing, but sure, if it's consenting and both are aware it's platonic. Do your wishes ever get granted in the worst way possible? Probably in some way at some point I don't recall. How do you feel about your naked body? NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO Have you ever been called obnoxious? I don't think so, anyway. Do you wish you had a bigger family? No. Which friend would you kiss full on the mouth, no questions asked? Sara. Can you do a split or stick your foot up next to your ear? Nope. When was the last time you complained about something? I was venting some mild frustration to Sara earlier tonight. What is your favorite color combination? Favorite is probably pastel orange and light blue. Love it. Then there's pastel pink and purple. Okay pretty much any combination is about the pastels When was the last time you spoke in front of a group? A month or so back when I had to do my Lifeline presentation in FYS. Do you like group projects, or do you prefer to work alone? I strongly prefer working alone. There's no disagreements, compromises, incompetent partners, etc. Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? Yup! (: Indirectly, but. How did you respond? I don't recall, but I wish I did. Who is the most argumentative person you know? She's not in my life anymore partially BECAUSE of that shit. Do you know anyone who is crazy about proper grammar? Yes, but she has OCD as a valid reason. I'm pretty particular about it too to a degree. Who was the last person to make you feel special? Oh my gosh, my therapist told me she was so proud of me and the progress I was making that I just entirely lit up and became a total beaming ball of giggles and "thank you"s. Would you feel funny if you kissed somebody of the same sex? No, I'm bi. If your best friend grabs your hand, what do you automatically do? Squeeze it. What’s something you can cook or bake like a pro? Cheesy and spicy scrambled eggs, man. Also known as the only thing I can properly cook lmao. Do you tend to flirt a lot, even when the person isn’t single? Fuck no, if they're not single. I'll flirt with my s/o when I see it appropriate or relevant, and in a case where we're both single, I'd be very subtle about it because shy. What’s something that you think is really cute? Off the very top of my head, the Ewoks from Star Wars, oh my fucking god. They were the only thing I enjoyed in the movies. What’s a pretty bird? I mean... pretty much all of them. BUT, can we take a moment to appreciate the bearded vulture? like???? they're fucking BADASS???????????? Besides sleeping, what do you do in bed? Almost... everything. It's the reason I endured/am still recovering from muscle atrophy in my legs. Have you ever hacked into somebody’s account? Playfully, back when that was a thing for friends to do and post lovey-dovey stuff about them everywhere. Megan and I, and I believe Mini and I as well, did it to each other. Possibly more. Is having to pee really badly worse than being really thirsty? Oh hell yes it is. The former can get to a point of hurting. Have you ever touched a Qu'ran? No. Do you love animals more than most? Oh definitely. Why do you eat fast food? It's easy to grab when on the run, and Mom has almost zero time to cook. Then we both have school. Most often I just warm things up in the microwave or grab something substantial enough in the fridge. Is there always going to be that one person you and a friend makes fun of? I guess you could say indirectly, yes. Just something she said in a certain way became an inside joke. Her as a person, no, I wouldn't do that. What is a bad habit of yours that you’re actually trying to fix? Having terrible eye contact. I have a very hard time maintaining it, but I've been trying to keep that weakness in mind when talking to people. Do you write out your feelings? That's one reason why I take these surveys, yes. Do you have bills to pay yet? It's embarrassing that I don't. Not saying like, I want to pay bills, what madman would, but I do want to feel more like a proper, independent adult. Will you be changing your hair any time soon? Not the style, but one thing I'm asking for Christmas is a professional to dye my hair silver. I say pro because my hair does NOT hold color, and because of the bleach needed, Mom's concerned I'll damage my hair if I put my trust into anyone less qualified. Does your mom have a celebrity look-alike? I don't think so, but she looks UNCANNILY like her firstborn daughter. It is SCARY. Is there something you wish you could learn to do? There's loads of stuff. Probably above all, cook. Or stop procrastinating. If you could be amazing at ONE thing, what would it be? Drawing precisely what I see in my head. Because of how important they are to me, I would pay BIG FUCKING BUCKS to get how my 'kats look onto paper. What do you wish people would pay you to do? Complain about my weight. :^) I'd be able to just pay for surgery to fix that within a day. Do you take good pictures? I personally think I do. I mean I wanna be a professional photographer. How would one go about impressing you? It depends on the subject and difficulty of whatever. What probably impresses me most would be someone maintaining a mature, peaceful attitude when there is reason to act otherwise. Self-control, that's it. Do you automatically apologize if you walk into somebody? Duh? Tell me a memory of this summer: It was fucking scorching and I hated every minute of it. What’s something that you don’t need, but really want? Hmmmm. OH, HELL YES. IF I had the proper body to even remotely pull them off, I. Would wear. NOTHING. But corsets. Jesus FUCKING Christ they are so hot. What do you draw more than anything else? Just about all I draw is meerkats. What’s the most favorite class you’ve ever had? The Digital Photography course I took in high school. Or Art Honors my junior year. I really enjoyed the stuff I made. For each person you’ve kissed, describe your feelings in one word: Jason: melancholy; Tyler: dramatic; Girt(?): loyal; Sara: ideal. How do you react when you trip or stumble? Gasp and carry on. If it was a more serious trip, I look around at who saw. Are you good at “biting your tongue”? NO. Why do you love the one you do? She's been there for me without fail, has undying faith in me, supports me through everything, is honest, she's funny and very unique, her adoration for animals shows a great level of compassion, she trusts me so much despite her history, she stands extremely firmly for what she sees as right and wrong... okay I can honestly write an essay on why I love her. Would you rather get [another] tattoo or piercing? GIMME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 THE TATTOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111 Do you have long or short legs? I'd say they're normal, idk. When do you listen to Nickelback? *shrugs* When I wanna? Would you rather make the first move, or your crush? Them. I'm shy.

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snickletastic · 7 years ago

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Definitely in a Creepy Way {Jason Todd x Reader}

warnings~ drinking, cursing, angst

summary~ jason and reader go out to a club for a date, but jealousy erupts when multiple women won’t stop flirting with jason

a/n~ i tried to make this long because i know i haven’t posted in awhile! i’m so sorry about that, i’ve been super busy with school. i hope everybody had an amazing holiday and happy 2018! i might try to write a new years story. also, i know the way the story is written is a bit confusing, so the beginning takes place after the middle part, and the last part is after the beginning (i know it’s confusing but i wanted to write in a different style for once, heheh)

“Go. Away.” You said through clenched teeth as Jason followed you down the hall.

“It wasn’t my fault! Why are you always so mad at me? Are you on your period 24/7 or are you just a bitch?” Jason inhaled sharply the second he realized what he had just said, but it was too late and he couldn’t suck the words back in.

“Excuse me?” you raised your voice, “That was completely un-fucking-called for! Why would you even say something like that!?” You pushed Jason as hard as you could but he didn’t budge.

“I-I’m sorry..that’s not what I meant to say-”

“Of course it wasn’t, but you said it anyways, you ass,” you ran into your room and slammed the door shut behind you, locking him out.

“I’m sorry, Y/N! I don’t know what got into me,” Jason leaned his head against the door and groaned at his own stupidity. He could smell his own breath as he panted, it reeked of alcohol. With the realization that he’s drunk, he hit his head against the door.

Jason had brought you to a club in the center of the city for a date. He figured it’d be a fun change of scenery from your usual restaurant and movie dates. The night was young, and Jason wanted to take you on his motorcycle.

“Are you positive it’s safe?” you nervously crossed your arms as Jason held out his helmet.

“I wouldn’t let you near the motorcycle if it wasn’t 100% safe. I’m even giving you my helmet, I’ll use the spare one.”

“Are you sure? Yours looks so…expensive,” you examined it as he still held it out to you.

Jason noticeably got tired of your stalling and put the helmet over your head, “There, now you’re ready,” he gently hit your helmet and laughed.

You groaned and got on his bike as he put the spare helmet on. Before he got on the bike, he stopped and studied you. “What?” you asked.

“You look like you belong on a playboy calendar,” he smiled.

“Stop ogling me. Let’s get to the club before it’s dark,” you rolled your eyes.

He finally got on the bike and started the engine. You wrapped your arms around his waist as tight as you possibly could, holding on for dear life. To tease you, he revved the engine a few times and laughed whenever you somehow managed to squeeze tighter.

The ride to the club was surprisingly exhilarating, the wind in your hair was stimulating. The sound of the motorcycle was muted by the sound of the wind pounding against your helmet. After 5 minutes on the motorcycle, you didn’t even want to go to the club anymore. There was no place you’d rather be than on Jason’s motorcycle with your arms wrapped around him tightly, feeling him breathing. The streetlights were like giant fluorescent moons passing at 60 miles per hour. When Jason pulled into the parking space and turned the engine off, it was almost like a rude awakening to an intoxicating dream.

The sun was nearly gone, but the sky was still bright with an array of orange and yellows. Jason noticed you shiver lightly and quickly took off his leather jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders as the two of you approached the club entrance. The bouncer nodded at Jason and let you both in.

As soon as you walked in, the noise of the music blared through your eardrums, and the lights shined purple and blue. Crowds of people were cattled together on the dancefloor, and couples sat in booths on the outskirts, mostly drinking or making out. The bar was crowded, but two stools were empty. Jason nodded his head towards the stools, saying something inaudible. You just shook your head yes and he slipped his arm around your waist, leading you through the crowds of people on the dancefloor, trying to get to the seats.

As you walked through the mass, people kept bumping into your sides or stepping on your feet. A drunk girl broke from the crowd and wrapped her arms around Jason’s neck, trying to kiss him. He quickly jerked his head back and pushed her off of him, then proceeded to walk even faster, holding your hand as you trailed behind him. A dancing couple who were practically having sex broke your chain with Jason, and you immediately lost him in the crowd. You started to shuffled between people, trying to find him. The best thing to do was to get out onto the exterior, so you snaked through drunks and shady people.

When you finally got out, you went over to the bar to wait for Jason. After about 5 minutes, he finally broke out of the hoard and gave you an awkward thumbs up when he saw you giggling to yourself.

He walked over to you and gave you a kiss, “I tried looking for you, but that crazy drunk girl was stalking me through the crowd. I figured I’d lose her before coming out to the bar.”

You gave him a sweet smile and gently rubbed his arm,”Let’s just order a couple drinks, hm?”

The two of you walked over to the bar and sat down next to eachother.

“Excuse me,” Jason called out to the bartender, “Can I get a dry whiskey and a-,” he scratched his head and looked over to you.

“A martini, please,” you told the bartender.

The bartender began to make your drink after he poured Jason a whiskey.

“A martini, huh?” Jason grinned at you as he swished his drink around in his glass.

“Pffft, I just ordered it for the olives,” you joked and Jason laughed as he took a sip of his drink.

The bartender set down your martini, “on the house, hun,” he winked and flashed you a smile. Jason choked on his whiskey as the man walked to the next customer down the bar.

“Jason, I swear-”

“Who the hell does he think he is? He can clearly see that we’re together! What the fuck?”

“Jason, don’t start. Don’t. Tonight is our date night, don’t let the dumb bartender ruin it, okay?” You assured him in a kind voice, trying to calm him down by holding his hand.

He contemplated his next action, but when he saw your face, he decided to leave the bartender alone,”Alright. But if he pulls that shit again-”

“I don’t think he will,” you kept trying to assure him.

Jason chugged the rest of his whiskey and flagged the other bartender down to pour him another. You ate the olives out of your martini, then proceeded to sip it. The two of you chatted for awhile, told eachother the stupidest jokes you could come up with, and told stories about stupid things your families have done over the years.

“And Damian started beating the guy with a banjo he took off of the shelves!” Jason laughed and you giggled.

“I’ve never heard of anyone trying to rob a music store before,” you sipped more on your drink.

“It was hilarious. When the police came, they had to pry the banjo off the guys head. It left a giant red line on his forehead, you can even see it in his mugshots,” Jason said through his laughter.

“What was th-,” before you could finish, a woman interrupted your conversation with Jason. She was wearing a short red dress with matching lipstick and heels, her blonde hair in a bun, and a cosmo in her right hand.

“Excuse me honey,” she said condescendingly as she reached across the bar to ring the bell for a bartender. You coughed awkwardly as she stood between you and your boyfriend.

“You know what?” the blonde started, “Why don’t you go find another place to sit? Perhaps over there,” she pointed a finger at the other end over at the other end of the bar, where all of the creepy men were sitting and staring at drunk women dancing.

You scoffed and she smirked then turned her head to face Jason, “Why don’t you ask this tramp to leave us alone? Hm?” she had humour in her voice, but she definitely wasn’t drunk.

“Who do you think you are? That’s my boyfriend,” You said indignantly.

“Oh please, someone that looks like that would never hook up with the likes of you,” her words stung. You immediately grabbed your clutch and stormed out of the club, pushing through the crowds of drunks.

“Y/N! Wait!” Jason got up to chase after you. The blonde went to grab his arm but he pulled it away, “Fuck off.”

You ran outside and the chilly air made you shiver as soon as it made contact with your skin. At the realization that Jason had too much to drink to drive you home, you stamped your foot in frustration before walking to the sidewalk. Jason eventually made it through the drunken crowds and outside where you were. He ran over to your side, but was unsure of what to say.

“She was a drunken bitch, Y/N,” Jason rubbed his forehead.

You ignored him and attempted to flag down a taxi. One flew by, and you groaned. Jason put his hands in his pockets, ashamed that he was too intoxicated to drive you home. It didn’t even cross his mind earlier. Another taxi pulled over and the both of you got in. Jason texted Roy to pick up his motorcycle later.

When the taxi finally pulled over to the mansion, you stepped out and walked as fast as you could without sprinting towards the steps.

“Wait, can we talk about this?” Jason shouted.

“About what, Jason? The fact that I’m not pretty enough to be seen with you in public without whores throwing themselves at you?” You turned back around and stomped into the house.

Jason trailed behind you like a puppy, trying to find the correct words to string together but couldn’t find them.

You woke up the next morning still wearing the same dress and Jason’s leather jacket. Your heels were on opposite sides of the room, and when you went to pick them up, your reflection showed tear stains on your makeup. You sighed and put on clean clothes before preparing to face Jason after your dramatic drunk reaction. When you opened the door, Jason fell inwards onto your feet.

“OH MY GOSH,” you screamed as he woke up and got himself off of the floor.

“Shhhhhhhhhh, no loud noises,” he whispered, “Y/N! We have to talk,” he said as he rubbed his head.

“Hungover?” You asked.

“Unfortunately,” Jason leaned against the doorway.

“Me too.” You half smiled.

Jason smiled at your smile before his face going blank again, “I’m so sorry about what happened last night, I would’ve told her off but-I mean i should have but I-,” Jason stuttered, “I had this speech all planned out while waiting outside of the door- I can’t believe i forgot it all.”

You laughed and gave him a hug, “I was just as drunk as you were, Jay,” you said into his shoulder, “It was just me being overdramatic.”

“I just want you to know, what I’m about to say is going to be the cheesiest thing you’ll ever hear, but-you’re the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes. Sometimes I’ll watch you sleep and want to cry because you’re so perfect. I don’t deserve you, Y/N.”

You wanted to cry all over again, but squeezed Jason tighter, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He held you close.

You leaned back to look at him and tilted your head, “You watch me sleep?”

Jason awkwardly coughed and scratched his head, “I-uh-I-I mean, sometimes- not in a creepy way- I don’t-”

You laughed hysterically at his reaction and kissed him, “Don’t worry about it. I watch you sleep sometimes, too, but definitely in a creepy way,” you joked.

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head-and-heart · 7 years ago

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Unnecessary Bellarke Moments - Season 4

Hey fam! So last hiatus (The Dark Times), I created a post to give our fandom a little bit of hope that basically pointed out every single Bellarke moment in the first three seasons of The 100 that served absolutely no plot purpose besides pushing the Bellarke Agenda™ (you can view it here). The idea of the post was basically just to point out the VAST number of Bellarke moments that simply would not exist if canon!Bellarke wasn’t actually in the cards for later seasons.

The idea was brought to me a little while ago (I don’t remember by who, unfortunately) to recreate that post, except this time pointing out all the unnecessary Bellarke moments of Season 4. So that’s basically what this post is.

If you’re interested in seeing just how Extra these two lovesick idiots truly are when it comes to each other and how full of shit the cast/Jason are when they say it was “never planned” feel free to continue under the cut.

1. 4x01

“Thank you, for keeping me alive.”

So I just rewatched this scene and boy is it SO not subtle … at all? Like the music starts swelling with the super romantic Bellarke theme and then THIS line happens and theres NO REASON FOR IT. I mean, objectively, Abby and Murphy kept Clarke alive more directly. And technically Bellamy wasn’t the only fighting to protect her either, so - reasonably, if this is really SO platonic - then why didn’t she thank anyone else like this?

We all know why.

“ECHO, LET HER GO!” Bellamy appearing out of nowhere and charging angrily to save Clarke the love of his life.

This scene cracks me up because like … why is Bellamy here? They literally had Bellamy walk off-screen earlier to do … nothing … just so he could charge dramatically in when he see’s that Clarke is in trouble. AND THERE’S NO POINT OF OF HIM EVEN BEING IN THIS SCENE EXCEPT TO GET WORRIED ABOUT CLARKE. That’s his SOLE purpose of existing in this moment. He isn’t even the one who talks Echo out of letting Clarke go.

And then THIS happens:

And suddenly it makes sense what Bellamy’s purpose in the scene is because HOW ELSE WOULD BELLAMY DRAMATICALLY CATCH HER SO THAT CLARKE CAN CARESS HIS CHEST ????

AND WHAT OTHER EXCUSE WOULD THERE BE FOR THEIR FACES TO BE THIS. FUCKING. CLOSE??!!! LOOK HOW ZOOMED IN THE CAMERA IS. THAT IS NOT PLATONIC DISTANCE. THESE TWO DUMBASSES HAVE ZERO CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE. AND YET, THEY’RE TOTALLY PLATONIC.

Right. Got it.

jason you are so transparent but wHATEVER

I can’t find a gif of it but IMMEDIATELY after this it ! focuses ! on ! bellamy’s ! face ! as ! he ! hears ! this! and all i’m thinking is WHY WHAT IS THE POINT? WHY BELLAMY HUH? WHY IS IT IMPORTANT FOR BELLAMY’S FACE TO BE FOCUSED ON HERE SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN ME ONE (1) PLATONIC REASON FOR THIS OH RIGHT IT DOESN’T FUCKING EXIST BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING PLATONIC ABOUT BELLARKE

okay and then GET THIS

there’s ANOTHER bellarke scene that has NO plot purpose AT. ALL!!1!!

and i can’t find a gif of it dammit

but Bellamy LOSES HIS SHIT when Clarke gets taken away again and honestly my question is WHY is he the only one freaking tf out? Like the focus is ALL on Bellamy’s reaction to Clarke being taken away and no one else’s, not even her mother’s.

It’s All Very Suspicious.

and, of course, there’s no actual plot reason for this to happen.

2. 4x03

Clarke: YES YOU WILL!!1!!!

Raven: So does that mean you made the list?”

Clarke: … no.

THIS MOMENT IS SO UNNECESSARY. Like, they easily could have just had Bellamy being like “i ain’t gonna be inside” without having Clarke freak tf out about that cause HOW IS SHE SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITHOUT BELLAMY BLAKE??? My favourite part about this moment is how Clarke admits that she hasn’t made the list yet but she KNOWS that Bellamy is going to be on it. Because it’s Bellamy. I mean, of course, she’d put him on the list.

Is it a wonderful moment? Yes. But plot-necessary? nah.

And again we have an AMAZING Bellarke moment that never, not once, serves the plot in any way besides stressing how Bellarke is the best, basically, and they need each other and love each other so much.

Just Platonic Things™

All right, I gotta take a long moment to talk about the many ways in which Bellamy’s presence in the List Scene is completely unnecessary and totally useless to the plot in every fucking way unless you admit that BELLARKE IS A PART OF THE PLOT.

fIRsT of all, biNCh.

Was it REALLY necessarily for Bellamy to be sleeping on the couch, and for Clarke to watch him while he’s sleeping and fucking smile??? Like, seriously, that is so intimate and that little detail was the most unnecessary thing I’ve ever seen. Why was he sleeping? Why couldn’t he just be awake and helping her with the list? Because they wanted to stress how intimate Bellamy and Clarke’s relationship is, that’s why.

AND THEN. (and then) it focuses on Clarke writing BELLAMY’S name on the list. Bellamy’s. Not anyone else’s.

Bellamy’s.

What makes BELLAMY so special that he is the ONLY one whose name is focused on when it is written down? Huh, Jason? Explain it to me.

oH WAIT. IT’S CAUSE CLARKE IS IN LOVE WITH HIM THAT’S WHY

anyway.

There’s no plot-based reason for Bellamy’s name to be focused on when it’s written down. And there’s no plot-based reason for them to have that crazy intimate moment. And there’s no plot-based reason for Bellamy to comfort her or for Clarke to fucking nuzzle into his hand with her face.

NO REASON.

other than the reason that the writers have to push the Blorke Agenda

AND YOU KNOW WHAT ABSOLUTELY KILLS ME ABOUT THIS WHOLE LIST SCENE????

THEY PUT SO MUCH BLOODY EMPHASIS ON THE FACT THAT BELLAMY AND CLARKE’S NAMES ARE ON THE LIST, SO, MUCH, EMPHASIS. AND THEN IT DIDN’T EVEN MATTER. WHEN THEY END UP USING THE LIST, IT DOESN’T MATTER THAT BELLAMY AND CLARKE’S NAMES ARE ON IT BECAUSE THEY DON’T EVEN END UP IN THE BUNKER.

So basically, what I’m getting at, was this moment between Bellamy and Clarke where they write their names down has absolutely nothing to do with Bellamy and Clarke having a spot in the Ark/bunker and EVERYTHING to do with the fact that they don’t want to live in a world without each other.

That’s it, folks. That’s why this scene exists. lmao

3. 4x04

“BELLAMY should be back by now."

Not much to say on this moment, but even in an episode where Bellamy and Clarke don’t interact at all they managed to squeeze in Clarke getting worried about Bellamy (and not all the other people who haven’t returned to Arkadia, BELLAMY. Singular).

And that’s all.

4. 4x05

This is basically the same as the previous scene, where it only exists to show Clarke’s worry over Bellamy. And I also love Monty’s snark because it suggests that Clarke has been asking them about Bellamy repeatedly and that its getting annoying lmao.

THIS. This is the most dramatic/romantic shit I’ve ever seen.

lmao. Kane who? Doesn’t matter. Clarke only has eyes for Bellamy. The way this scene was shot was so fucking unnecessary. The dramatic way Bellamy’s hood is pulled off, how they make eye contact and it zooms in and focuses on their expressions, focuses on Clarke’s distress when she sees him.

Honestly what was the point of Bellamy being taken hostage anyway? Kane makes sense: he’s the chancellor, but Bellamy? His only purpose to be taken hostage was to set up a situation where Clarke has to make a choice whether to sacrifice him … this guy she cares about, and ultimately ends up caving, cause she can’t lose him. SHE SACRIFICED HALF OF THE ARK TO SAVE HIM EVEN THOUGH THEY HAD A HUGE ADVANTAGE IN THE FIGHT AND IT DIDNT EVEN MATTER BECAUSE THE ARK BURNS DOWN ANYWAY SO ! WHAT ! WAS ! THE ! POINT?!

THERE WAS NO POINT EXCEPT TO MAKE CLARKE CAVE CAUSE SHE CAN’T LOSE BELLAMY THAT’S LITERALLY IT FAM.

5. 4x06

Was it really necessary to focus on Bellamy’s shaky hands when opening up the body bag in 4x06 or to show his relieved face when it wasn’t Clarke?

Plot-wise, definitely not. In terms of Bellarke …

Well. You get the idea.

Was that last part about him being special necessary? No. And, quite honestly, that’s a really fucking weird word choice to talk about someone’s sibling. She’ll see how special you are. Special.

Nah. This moment had nothing to do with Octavia thinking Bellamy was “special” (like, I said, odd word choice for siblings) and EVERYTHING to do with how special CLARKE thinks Bellamy is … how special he is to her.

Also need I mention the wandering eyes? It was excessive my dudes.

THE ONLY PURPOSE OF THIS LINE IS TO MAKE US THINK HE WAS GOING TO SAY I LOVE YOU (whether or not he was). THE INTERRUPTED LOVE CONFESSION IS THE OLDEST TROPE IN THE BOOK. WE NEVER GOT TO HEAR THE END OF HIS SENTENCE SO ITS LITERALLY THE MOST POINTLESS PIECE OF DIALOGUE UNLESS WE WERE INTENDED TO FILL IN THE BLANK. Duh.

6. 4x09

I know a lot of people were disappointed in the anti-climactic lack of Bellarke reunion in 4x09 but there just was too much going on in the episode for it to be included and honestly the fact that we got a scene with them talking at all when not even Kabby got that (who were literally separated all season) - or anyone else for that matter - is pretty indicative of the fact that the relationship between Bellamy and Clarke is important to the writers. Honestly, this conversation could have been with any character(s) but they wanted it to be Bellamy and Clarke. For … reasons.

7. 4x11

Bellamy: *screaming*

Murphy: "Do you wanna talk to him?"

Clarke: "Yeah."

Clarke: *can’t talk to him cause listening to Bellamy in pain gives HER pain so she runs away*

THIS WAS ENTIRELY UNNECESSARY CAUSE CLARKE DIDN’T EVEN END UP TALKING TO BELLAMY. SHE COULD HAVE JUST HANDED MURPHY THE RADIO AND LEFT. but nooooooooo we had to see her in pain at listening to Bellamy screaming.

This is honestly such an underrated Bellarke moment. Why are y’all sleeping on this?

(Gifs taken from this gifset here by @bellarkegifsdaily - I couldn’t find gifs anywhere for this scene unfortunately, if you want me to take them down I will!)

Honestly this line is one of those lines that doesn’t really HAVE to exist but the writers saw an opportunity to throw some Bellarke in the script and they took it.

8. 4x12

Bellamy smiling/staring at Clarke for so long he crashes the fucking vehicle.

… writers wyd

The car needed to crash but they easily (EASILY !!) could have managed that by just having the dude throw himself in front of the vehicle. Did we really need the intense heart eyes? Yes … but only for Bellarke reasons. There are unlimited ways they could have had the crash take place that didn’t involve any special Bellarke moments whatsoever but i think we know by now that the Bellarke scenes we get can’t just be shrugged off as “platonic moments necessary to move the plot” anymore. We’re past this.

9. 4x13

They literally set up a situation where Clarke had to cry JUST so Bell could comfort her. They could have sold it as Clarke having talked to Abby off-screen, or show Bellamy handing off the radio and then ending the scene. But noooope. They just needed an excuse for Bellarke to hug. Like, god, this moment would NOT exist if Bellarke was actually platonic. It’s not even just the hug itself, but the camerawork. Like, focusing and zooming in on her hands slowly tightening around his waist is so NOT SUBTLE.

The entire oxymoron conversation AND face caress are soooo extra its crazy. WHY WAS THIS NECESSARY???

Hint: they were not. They served the plot in ZERO way, except to give Bellarke a cute/flirty + soft moment. Especially the face caress. Like, was it really absolutely critical that Bellamy had to reach out to stroke Clarke’s face just to point out that she’s suffering from radiation sickness?

The head and heart conversation needed to happen for Bellamy’s character development (and Clarke’s to some extent, too) but there was no plot reason (besides pushing the Blorke agenda) that it needed to be THAT intimate, with her touching his heart and shit. Zero. Holy shit. This scene would have read WAY different if they were actually platonic.

I mean let's just consider the delivery of the following lines:

"We’ve been through a lot together you and I”

“NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO YOU.”

“You have such a big heart, Bellamy.”

“I got you for that.”

IT WAS SO INTIMATE. If they were just bros this conversation would be a whole lot more casual and a lot less emotional.

(Credit goes to @bellarkegifsdaily again - link here - apparently gifs of this scene are extremely hard to track down which is honestly surprising to me.)

THIS WAS SO POINTLESS. It’s the exact same thing as the interrupted love confession in 4x06. The only reason it exists is for us to fill in the blanks on our own (which certainly is not “hurry”). They easily could have just nodded and gone on their ways like they usually do on their respective missions but noooo it HAD to be angsty and romantic.

Bellamy waiting outside the rocket for Clarke and Raven coming to get him. (“I KNOW Raven) + Bellamy asking Raven about Clarke TWICE.

Honestly, there’s no reason for Bellamy to be set apart from all the others in this scene unless the writers admit that Bellamy’s feelings for Clarke are just that much stronger (in a romantic sense). He could be waiting inside the rocket, OR Raven and the others could be waiting outside with him … But the writers wanted to stress how much it’s killing Bellamy to leave Clarke behind, not the others.

"I left her behind and we all die anyway."

There’s no real reason this line needs to exist. It’s literally just there to serve us some good ol’ wholesome Bellarke angst.

LISTEN ! ! This scene was SO extra it could have been taken straight out of fic. If the writers were actually concerned with Bellarke being interpreted as romantic, they would have just had Clarke say something like "calling all Ark survivors” or “Raven” or “Monty” or LITERALLY anyone but Bellamy, and just Bellamy. The fact that she’s been calling him and JUST HIM for six years is INSANE you guys. And there is NO plot purpose why it had to be that way.

Also, the "I still have hope" line is a clear callback to their conversation in 4x03 (”the list scene”). It’s so unnecessary. All of it. These writers are so transparent i swear.

SO THAT’S IT FAM! I’m sure you could create an argument for why more scenes from Season 4 should be included in this list because I did end up narrowing it down a bit from my original list, but I believe that I hit the main scenes that are pretty much completely unnecessary towards the plot, lol.

Hopefully you enjoyed this sort of ridiculous little (long?) post of mine and it maybe even gave you some hope in Bellarke. Thanks for reading!

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Monday Night Raw review November 20th, 2017

Hey hey! It’s Monday, which means Raw, which means it’s review time! Also, happy birthday to this blog that is a week old today! Thanks to those who have checked it out so far! On to the review!

Please please let me know your thoughts on the show, your opinions, or leave me a comment or some feedback on how you’re either liking or not liking this page! Thanks!

I think this is the first time in a while that the theme song/intro title sequence has played before the show started. I was in a class until recently so I wouldn't know if they played it earlier, but I like it and I want them to keep it!

We have Stephanie starting things off again, which I think is a strong start considering Raw won the most matches last night, and since Triple H picked up the win for Raw in the tag team it makes sense that she’s starting. As I said last week, I think Stephanie has a good announcing voice. Even if people don’t like her, she can still get everyone excited. I do also love how well she and Shane do the sibling rivalry. The McMahons are very good with family drama. I didn’t expect Kurt to be out so early after Triple H arrived, but I think his timing was fine. But then the god awful Jason Jordan challenged Triple H to a match, and I would never expect Triple H to waste his time, and our time, with Jason. I’m not surprised that Jason has to take on Braun tonight, I hope Braun decimates him. I also love how HHH is playing the weasel with Braun, but I hope it doesn’t run dry too fast.

Finn vs. Joe

I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY DID THIS MATCH SO EARLY! I WANTED IT TO BUILD HYPE THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT! But at least my boy is looking ready to fight! Michael Cole and everyone else is still gonna call him the first-ever Universal Champion, yet he hasn’t gotten another shot at it yet hmm hmm hmm. Anyway, the match itself was pretty good. Most people know that Finn and Joe have an awesome chemistry and history in the ring, and they both brought it out tonight. Joe looked ready to kill, and that’s what I love about his character because it looks true to life for Joe. Joe was also getting in some hard hits and keeping Finn grounded, which can be hard to do sometimes because he’s so fast in the ring. Finn had a really nice dropkick early on in the match that caught me by surprise; he does kicks, but he doesn’t do dropkicks ya know? His overhead kick is a thing of beauty to me; he always hits his marks with it and has spectacular execution when it connects. I don’t like seeing Finn put in the coquina clutch ever, no thanks Joe. Sad that Finn lost, but I hope this builds up a storyline for them in the near future!

Asuka vs. Dana Brooke

I’m so in love with the fact that everyone is in love with Asuka. She just amazes me every time. Hey look, it’s Dana Brooke on tv again! But they had that backstage interview with her, and I thought that when she was rolling with Charlotte she had an accent, so did they make her drop it? I could be misremembering, but I’m almost certain that she had an accent. The submission move that Asuka does on the ropes is great. She’s so great isn’t she? Dana got a good slap to Asuka’s face, but I really want the women’s division to be done with slapping. It seems like such a “Divas” thing to do. A win for Asuka!

Miz TV

I don’t really know why Miz had Roman on at first, but as the segment went on I was on board. One of the great things that Miz does well is character work. He’s so confident with it and with who he is, and I think he’s absolutely great. Curtis Axel had a great goofball reaction to when all 3 members of the Shield came out. Dean had the mic first, and honestly, he sounded a little off? It sounded like he flubbed something up. Also, was Roman wearing brown boots? His boots were really standing out to me for some reason. Miz’s mic skills are levels above everyone else in the company right now and you can fight me on that. There was a weird glitch with the lights, but I think the crew did that to get everyone back on track in the segment because they segway into talking about merch and money and random stuff. Roman going for the IC title doesn’t make a ton of sense, but I do think it is time for that title to change hands for sure.

Dean Ambrose vs. Sheamus

I wish that everyone in the ring right now would be a singles competitor again, to be honest. I miss seeing Cesaro in singles, but I don’t think anyone would have a great storyline right now, so maybe tag teams are better for right now. I keep having this feeling that Dean is just off his game a little. He’s not looking great in the ring, and he hasn’t for a while in my eyes. He’s getting a bit stale. I don’t think the crowd or the fans are really into this “crazy dean” character anymore; they just care about Shield Dean. Dirty deeds is my least favorite finisher because it just looks like a messy DDT. I want the Bar and Seth/Dean to be done with their feud and move on.

Women’s Fatal Four Way

I love that Mickie James is still in the title picture, she deserves it! Also, I’m so happy that Alicia was in this match, too. She’s finally getting matches, and I think that’s great! Bayley and Sasha can go away. But the big moment here that myself and pretty much everyone else has been waiting for... PAIGE!!!

I’m so excited to see Paige back in WWE. She’s had a rough year, but she’s back home, and she brought some friends with her! SONYA DEVILLE IS ON RAW YES PLEASE! God, I just want her to punch everyone on the roster in the face, and then I want her to come to my house and punch me in the face. It’s awesome to see the 3 new women on the roster! I can’t wait to see what they do next!

Braun vs. Jordan

I hope Braun really beats up Jordan tonight; I know it’s what everyone wants to see. This match ended super quick, though, with Jordan selling that knee. I was pretty sure going into this match that Kane was gonna show up somewhere with how much Cole was bringing it up during the night. Braun sold that chair shot very well, and he had me fooled that he was actually hurt, but if he is....I hope he’s okay. I’m glad this was over and done with! Next!

205 LIVE

Oh god, it’s Enzo. I really can’t believe he’s still champion, but if it sells tickets right? I caught Corey Graves’ line where he said, “Do we have to sit through this every week?” and I was just like same Corey. Enzo does the same shit every week, but people love it for some reason. I think Drew Gulak is the best thing about Enzo. He’s a funny character and I want to see more of him. Enzo really takes away all enthusiasm I have for the show, and he just kills the ending for me honestly. He’s taking away start power that all the legitimate competitors in that division have, and that’s unfortunate.

Roman Reigns vs. The Miz for the Intercontinental Championship

I love that Miz went for the weasel moves right away, another perfect fit for his character! The network took too many commercials right before and during this match, which really hurt my interest in the match because it had so many breaks. I thought the beginning pace was fine, and Roman had some big hits in the beginning. The pacing really picked up at the end, but I think they needed some of that energy throughout the middle to keep things entertaining. To be honest, this was a match that anyone could have written or assembled. I felt like I had seen everything done before like I had seen this match somewhere else. I wish this match was a bit more exciting and less predictable because I knew someone was gonna interfere. I don’t understand the story of Roman being champ just yet, but congratulations to him, but also congratulations to the Miz for having an awesome title reign!

Overall I thought the show was fine. It was a good post PPV show, but it was lacking a bit of star power, and what star power they had was used too early. I hope next week’s show delivers a bit more, but we’ll just have to wait and see!

Stay tuned for more reviews throughout the week, and maybe a personal post or two squeezed in here somewhere! Thanks!

-Casey

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