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savoryscribbles · 4 years ago

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Brothers With MC Who’s Scared of Spiders But They Didn’t Know

A/n: I have an irrational fear of bugs, insects and spiders. But not many know unless I like freak the fuck out over a bug. Soooo MC who hates spiders!!!!

Also I’m so sorry for not including Belphe, he’s honestly my least favorite character, and I find it hard to write for him because of that. Plus thus has sit in my drafts for weeks and I just want to post it.

Parings: All demon bros(minus Belphe)(separate) x gn!mc

Warnings: Spiders!!! There’s no detailed description, but if you too have a fear of spiders please don’t read :;(∩´﹏`∩);: I don’t want you to be scared.

Lucifer:

Didn’t mean any harm

He doesn’t seem like a prankster, but he is a demon, he has to enjoy torturing people

He thought it would give you a little jump

But he went all out, getting a remote control spider that was far to realistic

You were just taking a nice relaxing bath, but when you got out, and opened the door, there lay a huge ass spider

And you shut down frozen in compleate terror as the thing walks towards you

He starts to get worried when he doesn’t hear you scream

So he walks towards the door so your in his vision

He did not expect to find you currled up in the counter balling your eyes out

He quickly picks up the thing and turns it off, tossing it aside

He walks over to you “darling, what’s wrong?” He asks, genuinely worried

He wanted to give you a spook, not full in terrify you

“S-spider in in the doorway” you choke out between sobs. “Don’t- don’t like spiders” you finish your sentence before shoving yourself into him, knowing he’s your safe space

He’ll obviously never tell you he played the prank, but he will tell you the spider wasn’t real

Bans all pranks having to do with insects, bugs or spiders even if they aren’t directed at you

Won’t admit it tho

Makes a pest control person come at least once a month, to make sure no spiders or any of the like even dare to walk onto the premises

Wont tell you but he totally looks ahead in the halls just in case their might me a bug

He’s oober paranoid I’m sorry

Mammon:

High key headcannon he hates bugs just as much

I mean look at him

He’s a little bitch boy

He wouldn’t even dare to try and prank you so he’d probably find out via you running into a spider

Could hear your shriek from 100 miles away

He came running “someone better not hurt my human!”

Pfft it’s not like he cares or anything! So don’t you think otherwise

When he finds out it’s a spider he starts screaming too

Cause of course dis boi is scared of spiders too

You’re both paralyzed buttttt since you’re also both screaming it attracts literally the rest of the house

Lucifer is the first to show up for obvious reasons

He pintchs his nose on the way there, “ugh what have those two headaches gotten themselves into this time?”

He gets the spider quickly then leaves to finish whatever work he was doing before

You’re both sitting on your bed, and you explain how much you hate bugs

He vows to never let a bug near you ever

Weither he can keep that promise is unknown though

Levi:

This boy leaves good all over his room there’s no way he doesn’t have some nasty shit going on

Prolly fungus everywhere and ants, flys(god typing this out just makes me ughhhhh)

You step into his room and you see a trail of ants and you hightail outta there

He’s like “nooo where are you going??” “Hmph no one wants to play with a yucky otaku like me”

🥺no we do I promise I just hate bugs

He’s sad next time you run into him, and you ask him what’s wrong

He tells you he’s sad you didn’t play with him, obviously blaming himself

You quickly explain that, no, you do want to play with him, you just can not stand bugs

And he’s like “huh? Why don’t you like bugs?” He shrugs it off, but goes back to his room

And he for the first time sees how actually disgusting it is

He doesn’t know what to do. But he tries his best, starting with the food and making his way to even washing the stains on his couch(s)(let’s be real there’s no way this boy doesn’t have only one couch)

But the bugs are still there

He has no choice but to go to Lucifer

“Um Lucifer, my room has a lot of bugs and I don’t know how to get rid of them.” He says making Lucifer practically bang his head against his desk

He calls an exterminator nonetheless, but that means Levi can’t be in his room, so he brings on of his many gaming consoles to your room

And y’all play games while the exterminator gets rid of the bugs

And when their done and he goes back to his room, which is kinda bare, he finishes setting it up

The next day he invites you to his room again, and while your skeptical, he seems really excited, so you decided to give it one more shot

You open the door and are surprised to see all he did... just for you

I can’t say that he’ll always keep his room nice and tighty but it will never be that bad ever again

Satan:

I think this guy might have like a tarantula or something

Idk why just seems like he would

Guess it’s like a replacement for a cat???

Anyways, he usually keeps it in a cage because he doesn’t want it getting squished by books

But you choose the worst day to visit him

You walk in too him reading with his tarantula just crawling around him

You shriek which startles him so bad he drops his book

He looks up just in time to see you running out of the room

He’s smart, and realizes you’re likely afraid of spiders

But he doesn’t think it’s that bad, so he just invites you when hus tarantula is in its cage, there problem solved

Hahahaha nope

You walk in slowly after knocking, looking around for the awful thing he calls a pet

You see it in its cage and you back away slowly, and settle in the coner

Cause like your rational brain is like “okay, it’s not going to hurt me” but your fear is still very prevalent

He sighs, and decides to get rid of the spider, how doesn’t really matter

I mean their demons, I think they really don’t have many emotions for anything besides demons/humans/angel

So now you two can read together!!!!

Asmodeus:

Obviously hates spider, bugs, incects, etc

But doesn’t have a full on phobia of them

So one day y’all are just chillin in his huge bathtub when you spot a eight(8) legged freak crawl it’s way into Asmos’ bathroom

And he’s rambling about a new face mask he wants to try meaning you’re the only one who notices

You curl up on him and he things your trying to be sweet but you mange to stutter out “s-ss- spider.” And point in its direction as you shove your face in his shoulder

He turns quickly and sees it, which causes him to do a small shriek

But he’s not that irrational, so he decides to grab his D.D.D and text one of his brothers to take care of it so he can keep cuddling you

Beelzubub:

This hunk of a man definitely is not afraid of any sort of insect

He looks down at bugs and thinks “cute” cause they’re so tiny

So when you come running into his room screaming, he automatically assumes the worst

Did something happen to his brothers?

Did something happen to Belphe?

When you catch your breath enough for him to actually understand you and you mutter “s-spider” in between breaths he’s like “uh?”

He asks him to show you it, and he excepts it to be one of the bigger ones(cause Devildom definitely has huge ass spiders)

So he’s a little bit confused as to why you came running to him over an ordinary house spider

But he sees the fear in your eyes, so he calmly takes it outside

The cuddles you until you aren’t scared anymore

#obey me #satan obey me #obey me x mc #diavolo obey me #obey me app #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #rainbowwritings

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whumpmatsus · 3 years ago

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Hmm could do one where one one of boys has rough day, that leads to emotional overeating, and bellyache that they try to hide until they can't. Please and thank.

aaaaaa, lovely!

I went with Totty because it feels like I haven't written him in a while

and there's a tiny bit of Allmatsu, buuuut really it's mostly Cybermatsu :D

hope you like it, I had a lot of fun with it!

Most of the time, Totty thinks he does a pretty good job being composed at work.

However, that’s easy to do when the majority of the days are okay. Sometimes there’s a bad moment or two that he can recover from by the time he gets home; never before has it been an entire day full of nothing but bad moments.

Until today, of course.

It’s just been one awful thing after another. One of his brothers accidentally turned off the alarm clock, probably by hitting it or steadying themself against it while going to the bathroom… so he was late to work. When he finally got behind the register, there was already a decent-sized line and the early morning customers were irritable before their coffee. Nearly every single customer during his shift snapped at him in some way even when he was trying to be helpful.

His coworkers were less than pleasant, especially after a couple hours when one of them had to take over for him because he had to go pee. To make things worse, toward the end of the day he managed to smash his fingers in the cash drawer while closing it.

The highlight of the day was when he was on his way out and a customer wanted help. Company policy being that he wasn’t allowed to work in any way while he was off the clock, he told them he was actually heading home and pointed to one of his coworkers. Which apparently wasn’t good enough, as he was accused of being lazy and not wanting to do his job and told that the customer was going to talk to his manager and have him fired.

Is it any wonder he’s spent almost the whole train ride home in tears? It hasn’t been a great day to be Matsuno Todomatsu.

He feels a little better by the time he gets home, but he’s exhausted and overwhelmed by everything that went wrong. Part of him wants to find one of his brothers and bitch his heart out. The other part just wants to shove food into his mouth and pretend none of it ever happened.

Sutabaa allows employees to eat some of the cheap things for free during their break, which Totty doesn’t often take advantage of. He’d rather have a snack at home so he doesn’t have to scarf it down in ten minutes. Today, though, he managed to put away a chocolate croissant plus a couple of cookies, so he shouldn’t be hungry at all when he gets home.

And he’s not… really hungry. He just wants to eat something for the sake of it, so that maybe eating something tasty will make it seem like nothing went wrong today. The food during his break made things seem better for a minute while he ate it. All he wants is more of that feeling, to make believe it wasn’t such a bad day.

He doesn’t know where any of his brothers are, and he doesn’t particularly care. He doesn’t think he’d give half a shit if one of them walked in on him raiding the fridge and pantry as if he’s preparing to hibernate through the winter. They all stuff their faces at any available opportunity, so why would it be surprising to find him doing it, especially after a long day at work which none of the rest of them do?

It doesn’t even really matter to him what he’s eating, either. Just things that don’t require too much time between being in his hand and sliding down his throat.

There’s about a portion’s worth of takoyaki left in the fridge from dinner last night, so he finishes that off. Some daifukumochi that was in the cabinet, along with a packet of konpeitō. A bag of arare disappears pretty quickly, too. He doesn’t really know if the imagawayaki that was sitting on the counter was left for him or if it was a single treat that nobody had fought over yet ― regardless, he eats it anyway.

Each bite is a violent attempt to deny the shittiness of this whole day. It all tastes delicious, so he can lose himself inside it for a moment. What never really occurs to him is that every moment doesn’t last too long, and even though his stomach isn’t built for this kind of eating, he’s reaching for another snack as soon as the last one has dissolved on his tongue.

He throws packaging away as he goes, just to keep things neat. He’s just biting into his latest snack when someone else walks into the kitchen, and looking up, it turns out to be Choromatsu.

“O-oh, hey, Totty, you’re home. How was work?” He starts ducking into the refrigerator, then suddenly straightens up and gives his youngest brother a curious look. “… Uh. That’s my Big Katsu. Why are you eating it??”

Given that his teeth are currently sunk into it, Totty feels a little guilty. So at least he doesn’t have to fake the expression on his face. “Oh… sorry, Choro-nii-san! I’m just really hungry… I’ll buy you another one tomorrow.”

After a moment, Choromatsu sighs, evidently deciding to let Totty off the hook rather than fight with him about it. “Yeah, that’s fine. I was saving it, but if I haven’t craved it this long, I can wait. There’s other stuff I can have for a snack.” He opens the refrigerator door and pulls out a single mini carton of milk, then frowns. “Hey, wasn’t there some leftover takoyaki in here?”

He huffs as he closes the fridge. “Dammit. Osomatsu probably ate the rest of it while I wasn’t paying attention, the douche.”

He shakes his head and gets in the pantry for a bag of potato chips instead. “Guess these’ll do till dinner. Hey, Totty, you’re probably still hungry, right? Why don’t you share with me? I’m not starving or anything… half a bag would do it for me, I think.”

Totty’s stomach twinges suddenly, alerting him that he may have eaten too much. He’s not used to shoveling down this much at one time, though the realization that he’s uncomfortably full doesn’t stop him from hurriedly cramming the rest of the Big Katsu into his mouth.

And, honestly, it’s not like he can say no to the offer. He just told his big brother he was hungry and he’s been gulping down food at an insatiable pace. Thinking about the taste of potato chips sort of makes him want some.

Plus… Choromatsu is being nice by sharing, despite the fact that Totty already took one of his snacks without even asking. It would be mean to turn that down when he’s just trying to make sure Totty gets fed properly.

So he plasters a smile on and tosses the wrapper before stepping toward his older brother. Everything’s fine. “Ah, yeah… sounds good.”

Everything is not fine.

Dinner is beginning to be a struggle to get through. Totty hates wasting the food, but his thought is to put it away for later when his stomach isn’t actively trying to kill him. The pain is different to anything he’s ever experienced, a feeling like he’s full all the way up to his chest and so can’t get a decent breath in. He feels cold and clammy even though he knows he’s sweating. In short, it sucks.

The one thing he counted on was his brothers not noticing that he wasn’t eating anything. After sharing the chips with Choromatsu, he started to feel like he was going to burst. Even though the sensation quieted down a little bit, it never quite went away.

Now that he’s been faced with a table full of food, it’s even worse. His stomach is gurgling and swirling and nothing helps. Not taking deep breaths through his nose, not taking tiny sips of his tea, not focusing on any other thoughts. Nothing. It’s all useless. He thinks that as soon as dinner is over, he’s gonna have to go throw up. No ifs, ands, or buts; one way or another, he’s gonna be sick.

His only hope now is that he can ride it out long enough for everyone to head their separate ways so he doesn’t have to face the humiliation of admitting that he ate too much and hurt his stomach.

“U-uh, Totty,” Choromatsu speaks up suddenly, “aren’t you gonna eat anything? You were hungry enough to eat my Big Katsu earlier, I’d have thought you were really looking forward to dinner.”

Ugh. Did he have to???

Totty forces a smile onto his face. “Oh, yeah, I… I guess I’m just not in the mood for this stuff tonight, you know?”

The look on Osomatsu’s face could be mistaken for someone who’d just swallowed a lemon. “What?! But Totty, this is your favorite! You’re not gonna eat any of it? You can’t just skip meals like that, dude.”

“Yeah,” Ichimatsu hums thoughtfully. “You’re not gonna be any more healthy or attractive if you’re starving, you know.”

Geez. His brothers are so fucking embarrassing. Choromatsu is giving him some backhanded concern, Osomatsu is overzealous as usual, and Ichimatsu sounds like a Goddamn after-school special.

Karamatsu, meanwhile, is scrutinizing him just the same. “Yes, Totty, my brother… you look rather pale. You really should eat something!”

“Yeah, yeah!” Jyushimatsu practically launches himself over the table, holding a bite of food from his own plate between chopsticks toward his little brother’s mouth. “Here! Winding up for the pitch… batter uuuuuup!”

“Ughhhhh!” Totty leans back, even though any movement unsettles his stomach further. “You guys are ridiculous! I’m fine! W-what, am I not allowed to have just lost my appetite without every single one of my big brothers making a federal case of it?!”

All the others share a silent look, then there comes a unanimous, “Nope.”

He groans and leans his arm against the table. Shit, it’s getting worse. All he wants to do is run to the bathroom and puke, so that maybe he’ll actually feel better. If he does that, though, everyone will be on his case about how much he ate instead of how little he’s eating right now. He doesn’t need nor want a lecture.

Actually, what he wants more than anything is to just be taken care of and told that it’s okay, he screwed up a bit, it’s not the end of the world. That would require confessing to this stupid mistake, though… and he really doesn’t want to do that. He’s so sure that if he does, he’s just going to get scolded instead of comforted.

When he looks around the table again, he notices that Choromatsu in particular looks worried. “C’mon, Totty. You know we care about you. Osomatsu and Ichimatsu are right; it’s not healthy to skip meals.”

“Dammit, I know that, Fappymatsu! Just because I’m pretty doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” Totty scowls down at the food before lifting his eyes back up. “If I take one bite, will you all get off my back?”

He hates that those words just came out of his mouth. Even if it’s just a single bite, he doesn’t think his stomach will be happy with him. The idea of eating anything isn’t sitting well with him.

What else can he do, though? Just like with literally everything else, his brothers won’t stop bugging him until he caves in and does whatever they want.

The others exchange a look and Osomatsu shrugs. “Yeah, that should do it! Maybe after you take a bite you’ll realize how good it is and how hungry you are.”

Shit. Well, now he doesn’t really have a way out.

He takes as deep a breath as he feels he can, and collects a bite of food with his chopsticks. Although he isn’t sure how noticeable it is, it feels like his hand is shaking as he raises it to his lips.

Maybe it’s better to do it fast and get it over with. So, that’s what he does. The food in his chopsticks disappears in rapid time, and even though it feels like swallowing a spoonful of glue, he manages to get it down.

“Th-there,” he announces as he slams his chopsticks down. A hiccup squeaks out of him, followed by a fist pressed to his mouth, then he glares around the table at his brothers. “Ha… happy now? God, you guys are… you’re such… such…”

His stomach roils aggressively, almost like he’s just been punched in the gut. He cuts himself off with a loud, painful belch… and whines softly, because he knows what’s coming next. There’s no possible way he can stop it, nor can he get up fast enough to make it to the bathroom.

He tries to clap his other hand over his mouth in some childish belief that if he just blocks the exit, so to speak, he won’t be sick. Predictably, it doesn’t work.

Only a second and a couple of retches later, Totty has vomited through his hands into his lap. It’s perhaps more than a little ironic that his attempt to avoid lectures and feeling shameful has led to something incredibly humiliating.

The tears well up almost immediately, and it doesn’t take long for him to be sitting here coughing, not quite knowing what to do except cry.

“A-ah, Totty!!” Someone’s up from their seat, grabbing him gently by the shoulders. It sounds like Choromatsu, he thinks. “Hey… hey, it’s okay. O-oh, no, no, guys, it’s okay ― yeah, Mom, Dad, it’s fine, I-I’ve got him. Totty, hey, c’mon. I’m gonna help you to the bathroom and we’ll get you cleaned up. Okay?”

All he can do is nod, and it seems like even the fact that he leans against Choromatsu, all streaked with puke, doesn’t bother his brother.

It’s a short walk to the bathroom. He thinks he hears one of the others getting up to clean whatever mess he’s left behind. He just concerns himself with getting into the bathroom, then with lifting his arms when told so Choromatsu can help peel the soiled clothes off.

“It’s okay, Totty. E-everything’s alright.” His voice is low and gentle as he manages to also get Totty’s pants off, hanging everything over the side of the bathtub. If he’s lucky, one of the others will come rinse them off so they can go right in the wash while he tries to take care of getting Totty situated on the couch or something. “I’m gonna take care of you. You just cry as much as you need to, as long as you cooperate with me, okay?”

Totty sniffles, doing his best to stop crying. This is so embarrassing. “O-okay…”

Eventually the crying tapers off a bit, to the point that he can breathe normally again. His mouth has a bad taste and his throat hurts; at least his stomach feels a lot better, though. He’s just so mortified that he threw up on himself in front of his entire family after trying to save himself from this fate.

What did you think was gonna happen when you ate something else after already being stuffed and nauseous, dummy?? His mind is exactly no help at all, unfortunately.

Choromatsu is careful as he tries to get his little brother cleaned. As soon as all his dirty clothes are off, he wipes a wet cloth over Totty’s mouth to wash off any remnants of vomit and helps Totty wash his hands in the sink. He holds a couple pieces of toilet paper over Totty’s nose so he can blow, which makes him feel slightly less gross.

Once there’s no more danger of new clothes having leftover puke dripped on them, he darts out to the closet in the other room and comes back with a pair of Totty’s pajamas. It feels somuch better to be in fresh clothes after Choromatsu gingerly tugs them on.

With all of that done, Choromatsu sets a hand against Totty’s forehead and gives a contemplative hum. “Well, you don’t feel warm… you might still be coming down with something, though. I think maybe you should just go right to bed. We’ll get you settled on the couch in the other room so that hopefully the rest of us don’t catch it, and I’ll get you some ginger ale or something, okay?”

The idea of all that sounds nice, sure. He feels a little guilty for not being honest, however, so… “Um, Choromatsu-nii-san… I-I’m not… I’m not sick. I… I think I ate too much today, and… that bite I took out there was just kind of… th-the last straw, you know?”

Choromatsu frowns. “You ate too much? You said you were really hungry when you got home. And all I remember seeing you eat was my Big Katsu and some of the chips.”

“I ate a lot more than that,” he confesses, rubbing at his teary eyes. “There was some stuff I had while I was at work, a-and… and I was the one who ate the last of the takoyaki. I was just going through the fridge and the cupboards for a while before you walked in.”

“Oh… okay, I get that. Why didn’t you just tell us you overate today instead of forcing yourself to eat?”

More tears bubble up and start rolling down his cheeks. “B-because… because I thought if I did, you’d all just lecture me and tell me, ‘Oh, you shouldn’t do that, Totty!’ The day was so bad already…”

The more he talks, the more tears fall. “It was just one thing a-after another! Work was shitty, everything that could go wrong did,and I didn’t want you guys harping on me! I-I know I fucked up eating a lot, but doing it just… made me feel better for a minute… like the day wasn’t so crappy, like I could pretend everything was okay because I was eating something good. So I just… d-didn’t wanna tell you guys… I-I know you’d say it’s bad for me…”

Quietly, Choromatsu pulls Totty up off the toilet and into a hug. His hand rubs calmingly between his little brother’s shoulder blades, shortly after switching to a series of pats. “Hey, you learned your lesson. I know you think we’d give you some big speech… and maybe you’re not wrong. But I’m sorry it felt like you had to hide it and suffer on your own. That’s not what we want! We just wanna take care of you. If we lecture like that, it’s just because we love you.”

“I-I know,” Totty mumbles into Choromatsu’s shoulder. “Are you… are you mad at me? For doing it in the first place and for not telling you?”

“Mad? No! No, no, no way. I’m not mad!” Choromatsu presses a brief kiss to the top of Totty’s head. “You’re my baby brother. How could I be mad at you for this? Just… you know… next time, come talk to us instead of going to the food. I’d rather listen to you complain for hours than have you eat yourself sick.”

He gives a cautious squeeze, somewhat reassured when Totty squeezes back. They stay like this for a few minutes, with Totty burying his face against Choromatsu’s shoulder and Choromatsu rubbing Totty’s back.

Finally Choromatsu lets out a sigh. “Just so you know… even if we lecture you a little, we’ll still try to take care of you if there’s anything we can do. But we’ll… also do our best not to lecture as much when you come to us. Do you feel any better?”

“Yeah… it doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” He mirrors the sigh and just sinks into his big brother’s embrace. “Can I still go lie down, though? In the futon?”

Choromatsu nods and pulls Totty up when he gets to his feet. “Yeah, of course. That’s probably a good idea even though you’re not really sick.”

“And… can I still have some ginger ale?”

“Yeah, I’ll get that for you after we get you settled.”

Totty is silent for a few seconds while they walk down the hall, then he speaks up again. “… Will you maybe stay and cuddle with me for a minute, too? Even though I’m not sick?”

Choromatsu glances down before chuckling. Does he really think he has to tack on that condition, as if Choromatsu won’t cuddle just because Totty isn’t actually sick? “I… o-of course, Totty. All you have to do is ask, even if you’re not sick.”

“Okay…” By this time they’ve reached the bedroom, so he stands aside while Choromatsu unrolls the futon. Before too long he’s lying down, and Choromatsu has both arms around him, gently stroking his hair.

He closes his eyes and nuzzles against his brother. “Thank you… you’re the best nii-chan ever.”

He can feel Choromatsu grinning. “Am I even better than leftover takoyaki?”

Totty pouts at the jab, but snuggles closer regardless. “Way better.”

#Osomatsu san #whump #Totty #Cybermatsu #vomiting #stomachache #caretaking #ughhhh TOTTY BABY WHY YOU GOTTA ALWAYS BE HIDING SHIT FROM UR BIG BROTHERS #silly boo just fess up and they'll fuss over you after a mini lecture #sweet babies <3 #Choro is such a good big brother SOBS

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the-pen-and-the-stethoscope · 4 years ago

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So while Six of Crows has been on my to read list for a while now when I saw that Shadow and Bone was coming to Netflix and realized they were all part of the same little universe I was like *rolls up sleeves* K guess it’s time to read five books in one month to prepare for this new series drop. (special shout out to @darklesmylove because it’s mostly your blog posts that convinced me I had to read this series...I give you this as a gift...)

And now I present to you (in the order which I read them) the events in the Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows books that made me go ABSOLUTELY FERAL (wow there’s a lot more of these than I thought there were).

- “The problem with wanting,” he whispered, his mouth trailing along my jaw until it hovered over my lips, “is that it makes us weak.” (unfortunately the last time I was seduced by the Darkling - NEVER AGAIN BAD SIR! But this was fucking hot)

- THE. FIGHT. OVER. THE. STAG. (Just...Alina not killing it, the Darkling is here, now he’s going to kill it. NOW ALINA IS IN FRONT OF THE STAG SAVING IT. NOW SHE WANTS MAL TO SACRIFICE HER. NOW THE COLLAR IS AROUND HER NECK AND NOW SHE’S UNDER HIS POWER AHHHHH) Bonus: “Shhhh. Quiet now, or I will let Ivan kill him. Slowly.”

- When Alina figures out the dream and TAKES THE POWER BACK!!! (yaaaaasss queen!)

- When the Darkling finds Alina and Mal in Cofton and that whole fight scene and her getting bit and then I had to WAIT UNTIL THE REST OF THE BOOKS CAME IN THE MAIL

- “From what I know of the Ice Court, whoever stole my DeKappel is exactly who I need for this job.” “Then you’d be better off hiring him. Or her.” “Indeed. But I’ll have to settle for you.” (I’m 50 pages in and in love with Kaz Bekker, someone help me)

- “Not just yet, Inej.” The rasp of stone on stone. Her eyes flew open. Kaz. (ugh my cold cold heart is awake and beats only for them!)

- Because I’ve been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days. (literally like......)

- When Jordie and Kaz get tricked. (I mean all of Kaz’s back story but that was...ugh..........)

- It was because she was listening so closely that she knew the exact moment when Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the bastard of the Barrel and the deadliest boy in Ketterdam, fainted.

- When Nina runs into the guards and the alarm goes off and I realize that I’m an idiot and OBVIOUSLY THINGS WERE GOING TO GO WRONG.

- WHEN INEJ TOUCHES KAZ’S FACE. His eyes were nearly black, the pupils dilated. She could see it took every last bit of his terrible will for him to remain still beneath her touch. And yet, he did not pull away. She knew it was the best he could offer. It was not enough.

- He slammed his fist against the window. “Do not speak my name.” Then he smiled, a smile as cold and unforgiving as the northern sea. “Welcome to the Ice Court, Nina Zenik. Now our debt is paid.” (like FUCK MATTHIAS GOT ME TOO. WHAT A GOOD ACT!)

- I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept from this oath. It was the vow of the druskelle to Fjerda. And now it was Matthias’ promise to her. (OMGGGGGG)

- “This is going to sting a bit,” said the druskelle holding the whip. His voice was rasping, familiar. His hands were gloved. “But if we live, you’ll thank me later.” His hood slid off, and Kaz Brekker looked back at them.

- The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbor wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world. (YEAH OKAY. AND THIS IS HIS LAST THOUGHT BEFORE DROWNING.)

- WHEN THEY STEAL THE TANK. THE TANK. AND THEN DRIVE IT THROUGH THE FUCKING TOWN.

- Nina on parem.

- “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.” (SCREEAAAAMS. BANGS HAND AGAINST BOOK. DIES.)

- “Kaz knew the instant he made his mistake...in that moment of threat, when he should have thought only of the fight, he looked at Inej.” (asdlfkasgkjasglk;sdfjl)

- I’m going to get my money, Kaz vowed. And I’m going to get my girl. (YEAH BITCH!)

- When Alina first sees the Darkling while they are traveling the fold (I froze, I read it like four times, I couldn’t believe what was happening)

- When Mal suggests they go to that stupid party and then Alina actually agrees (I literally was like...well something bad is going to happen and I hate it here)

- When the Darkling shows up after Alina and Mal kiss. “Another otkazat’sya, Alina?” the Darkling mocked. (sdflkajd)

- “I can’t decide if you’re an idiot, or an idiot.” (ugh Nikolai, marry me)

- two pages later: “You’re a spectacular actor,” I said drily. “Do you think so?” he asked. Then he leaned in and whispered, “I’m doing ‘humble’ right now.” (FUCK ME)

- “I want to kiss you,” Nikolai said. “But I won’t. Not until you’re thinking of me instead of trying to forget him.” (Am I the only one who found this cute??? Why did Alina get upset??? Do I have Nikolai-colored goggles on??? Maybe...)

- When the Darkling came to Alina in her sleep and then PRETENDED TO BE MAL SO HE COULD HAVE HIS WAY WITH HER?!?!?!?!?! (ahhhhhhhhhh) “I missed you too, Alina.” That voice. Cool and smooth as glass. (AHHHHH)

- Nikolai stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the parquet floor. “When did you lift the blockades? How long have the roads been open?” (LSDAKLFSDLFDKASLDKLSKLKLL)

- “Not bad looking?” said another voice. “He’s damnably handsome.” Luchenko scowled. “Since when - “ “Brave in battle, smart as a whip.” Now the voice seemed to be coming from above us. Luchenko craned his neck, peering into the trees. “An excellent dancer,” said the voice. “Oh, and an even better shot.” (And then I damn near died.)

- There’s a whole three pages (that I will not re-type here) after they arrive at the Spinning Wheel of Nikolai just being *chef’s kiss* flawless. Some great lines include: “Everyone needs a hobby.” “I thought yours was preening.” “Two hobbies.” “Should I be offended that he doesn’t want to dine with us? I set an excellent table, and I rarely drool.” “What a filthy mind you have. I was referring to puzzles and the perusal of edifying texts.” “Last chance to run.”

- “Alina, I’ll be back to fetch you for dinner, but should you grow restless, do feel free to run screaming from the room or take a dagger to her. Whatever seems most fitting at the time.” (asldjkasl;dkfs;lkd NIKOLAI)

- Okay gunna skip ahead - you can assume any time Nikolai said anything I screamed.

- Nikolia’s second proposal (THE EMERALD!!! JUST HOW HE PUTS IT ON TOP OF THE WALL)

- Nikolai’s third proposal. Nikolai’s skin was warm, his grip gentle. I’d wondered if I would ever feel something so simple again or if the power in me would just keep jumping and crackling. (THIS is why he is perfect for her - no jolt of electricity, just warmth and comfort!!!)

- SERGEI!!!!

- When Nikolai gets fucking taken over by a nichevo’ya (I HATE EVERYONE)

- When Baghra sacrifices herself

- When we finally FINALLY find out what makes Mal so special (I mean....his tracking was OTHERWORLDLY I can’t believe people weren’t more fucking freaked out by him)

- “The Darkling marched on Keramzin.” (Literally screamed: “MY HEART HURTS.” I was crying. I nearly threw the book down. “BUT THE CHILDREN!” I say with my fists in the air. I am become a blade.)

- Nikolai visiting Alina while he is the monster and trying to make himself better (ahhhhh tears!!! THE EMERALD!!!) The words died on my lips. Nikolai turned my palm over and slid the ring onto my finger. (FUUUUCK. PAAAAIN.)

- When Nikolai comes back and FIGHTS FOR THEM IN THE FOLD!!!! HE MAY BE A MONSTER BUT HE IS NOT THE DARKLING’S MONSTER, BITCH!!

- “Please,” I sobbed. “Bring him back to me.” (lkadsflkj this was actually devastating even though I’m not a huge Mal fan)

- “We need more light,” he said. A choked laugh escaped me. I held up my hands, pleading with the light and with any Saint who had ever lived. it was no good. (UGHHHH. MORE PAIN.)

- Tamar sobbed. Toyla swore. And there it was again: the thready, miraculous sound of Mal drawing breath. (and also the first time I breathed for an entire chapter!)

- “Alina,” he said and kissed the scar on my palm, “I remember everything.” (Literally the last like twenty pages of this book I just gave up and was like actually Mal is adorable and I need to protect him at all costs.)

- “Really I just wanted to look at the words.” (ughhhhh)

- Once a man arrived with a fleet of toy boats that the children launched on the creek in a miniature regatta. The teachers noted that the stranger was young and handsome, with golden hair and hazel eyes, but most definitely off. He stayed late to dinner and never once removed his gloves. (NIKOLAI SIGHTING IN THE EPILOGUE MY HEART GOES ON)

- When Van Eck thinks Kaz is coming to get Inej and then he tells Inej and then she is WILLING HIM to not show up and then it is revealed he wasn’t there all along (BOOM BITCH THAT’S HOW KAZ BREKKER FUCKING WORKS.)

- “Those were my mother’s favorite flower.”

- “Why the net, Kaz?” I couldn’t bear to watch you fall. (POETRY OKAY?)

- Jesper and Wylan going to see Wylan’s mother and just fucking everything about that chapter.

- When Inej almost FALLS INTO THE FUCKING SILO AND IT’S THE END OF THE GD CHAPTER

- “Pick up the pace,” Kaz said, eyeing his watch. “If I spill a single drop of this, it will burn straight through the floor onto my father’s dinner guests.” “Take your time.”

- “We’ll fight our way out together,” Inej whispered. Nina glanced from Inej to Kaz and saw they both wore the same expression. Nina new that look. It came after the shipwreck, when the tide moved against you and the sky had gone dar. It was the first sight of land, the hope of shelter and even salvation that might await you on a distant shore. (AHHHHHH)

- Wylan’s first thought was that this boy had the most perfectly shaped lips he’d ever seen. His second was that his father had sent someone new to kill him. (Wylan you are so adorable it’s adorable)

- Inej was moving before she thought of it. She couldn’t just watch him die, she wouldn’t. They had him down now, heavy boots kicking and stomping at his body. her knives were in her hands. She’d kill them all. She’d pile the bodies to the rafters for the stadwatch to find. But in that moment, through the wide slats in the banister landing, she saw his eyes were open. His gaze found hers. He’d known she was there all along. Of course he had. He always kew how to find her. He age the barest shake of his bloodied head. (THESE TWO!!)

- “My leg! My leg!” “I recommend a cane,” Kaz said. (cackling)

- When Sturmhond (aka Nikolai ***swoons***) showed up in Crooked Kingdom. (What actually happened: me reading a description of a “fox-like” man with Genya and Zoya and screaming and saying to myself “OMG WHEN I TURN THE PAGE IT WILL CONFIRM THAT NIKOLAI IS IN THE BUILDING I CAN’T” (did I mention I’m in love with him??? already??? k))

- When Jesper and Wylan FINALLY kiss FOR REAL (this was a big chapter for me) This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. it was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart - or was it Wylan’s? - like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.

- CHAPTER 33 - just everything, everything about the reveals in this chapter. The money being funneled to the Shu, not being able to trace even the RANSOM NOTE back to Kaz. WYLAN SHOWING UP!!!! “ARE YOU SURE THEY WERE PEKKA’S MEN?” !!!!!!!!

- “Do something,” Matthias growled at Kaz. “This is about to turn ugly.” Kaz’s face was as impassive as always. “Do you think so?” (bahahahahaha)

- Nina’s just complete glee over the chaos she creates!!! “She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.”

- Jesper using his fucking power!!!!!!

- She stared up at him. He was going to miss that look of surprise. (HE’S GOING TO LET HER GO. HE KNOWS HE IS GOING TO LET HER GO.)

- KAZ’S PLAN BECOMING CLEAR IN IT’S BRILLIANCE AS EACH CHAPTER GOES BY.

- Inej frowned. “I thought you and Nina chose four outbreak sites on the Staves.” Kaz straightened his cuffs. “I also had her stop at the Menagerie.” She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again. (AHHHHHHHHHHHHH)

- “A sedative,” said the medik. “Is that safe for a pregnant woman?” “For me.” (This is just FLAWLESS in its depiction of people who don’t do OB care regularly.)

- Matthias saw the anger there, the rage. He knew it well. But he was still surprised when he heard the shot. (NOOOOOOOO!!!)

- “Has she at least done it before?” said Kaz. “For this purpose?” asked Sturmhond. “I’ve seen her do it twice. It worked splendidly. Once.” (NIKOLAI I BEG YOU!)

- When Matthias DIES?!??! (I’M SORRY WHO LET THIS HAPPEN??)

- “You will meet him again in the next life,” said Inej. “But only if you suffer this now.”

- Wylan getting all of his father’s money because KAZ HAS BEEN PLANNING THIS ALL ALONG??!

- Jesper leaned in and said, quietly enough that no one else could hear, “I can read to him.” (alksdflk;jasfl;jkd that was hot)

- “Well hopefully the medik will be here to fix my ribs soon,” he said as he headed back into the parlor. “Yeah?” “Yes,” said Wylan, glancing briefly over his shoulder, his cheeks now red as cherries. “I’d like to make a down payment.” (OMG WYLAN?!?!?! IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!?! IS THIS ALLOWED?!?!)

- At some point, Jesper realized Kaz was gone. “Not one for goodbyes, is he?” he muttered. “He doesn’t say goodbye,” Inej said. She kept her eyes on the lights of the canal. Somewhere in the garden, a night bird began to sing. “He just lets go.” (TEARS.)

- She felt his knuckles slide against hers. Then his hand was in her hand, his palm was pressed against her own. A tremor moved through him. Slowly, he let their fingers entwine. (I gasped so loud i literally woke my cat up from a deep sleep.)

- “Wait,” he said. The burn of his voice was rougher than usual. “Is my tie straight?” Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair. “That’s the laugh,” he murmured. (THAT’S THE LAUGH. THAT’S THE LAUGH. AHHHHH)

Okay done. Gunna go stare at the ceiling until tomorrow night/whenever I finally get King of Scars and Rule of Wolves in the mail (BECAUSE YOU KNOW MY SORRY ASS IS DYING AT THE THOUGHT OF TWO BOOKS ALL ABOUT NIKOLAI)

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the-paris-of-people · 3 years ago

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1-5, 7, 8, 10-14, 16-20 for the ask game? Sorry for all the questions😅 just curious!

Love the questions! Ask away :) Also feel free to drop by my inbox and vent your random thoughts/theories.

13, 16, 18-20 are here and here!

Who is your favorite female character?

Kamala or Nalini are my favorite female characters! They are such badasses and are so complex I love them both. They also are very relatable to me since I grew with up multiple strong, Indian women as role models in my household. I particularly love their focus on career and how deeply they care about their family!

2. Who is your favorite male character?

Argh!!! This is difficult because I don't like the male characters on the same level as the females. For now, I think Dr. Jackson but I also have a soft spot for Mr. Ben Gross.

3. Who is your favorite overall character? And why?

My favorite is Kamala because she's hilarious (she had one of my favorite lines: the police work with just anyone), hardworking and intelligent, a biology nerd like me, and indulges in some trash TV (I also hate and love riverdale at the same time)

4. Who is your favorite side character? And why?

My favorite side character is Nirmala! I just love the way she's written and she behaves so similarly to my grandmother. She also deserves more appreciation for being the only person to stand up and care for Nalini.

5. Who is your least favorite character? And why

My least favorite character is Malcolm because he's an emotionally abusive dick who was (implied to be) cheating on Eleanor. I'm glad that shit is over with sooner rather than later and I hope he doesn't make an appearance again. At the same time I thought the satire of a douchebag was pretty fun and the actor is very talented.

7. What’s your most unpopular opinion?

Honestly, I thought Devi two-timing Paxton and Ben was kind of hilarious and I enjoyed watching her try to have it all as a woman. Obviously it's morally wrong but it was very in character for Devi and it was super funny to me that she was like "I'll just date both of them, it requires no mature decision making or introspection." I laughed my ass off LOL

8. What’s your favorite thing about this show?

I love that they decided to take on the manifestation of teenage grief. Lang Fisher's brother also apparently experienced psychosomatic weakness after the separation of their parents (double check me on that in Mindy's Fresh Air episode) and it was a really interesting aspect of Devi's grief. I also love Devi's hotheaded personality, and how that is intensified after the death of her dad, combined with impaired decision making abilities and underdeveloped prefrontal cortex of a teenager, it makes for plenty of disasters but also plenty of hilarity and heart. Crazy Ex Girlfriend is one of my favorite shows of all time, and Never Have I Ever reminds me of it a lot.

I also love the portrayal of Indian family dynamics. I think Devi's mom is similar (but also very different) to mine, and I adore that Kamala and Nirmala also live with them too- the extended family is part of the family too!

10. What was your favorite thing about season 2?

My favorite thing about season 2 was the introduction of all the new characters! I adored them all! I also really appreciated and adored Paxton's character development and his project on his grandfather.

11. What did you hate about season 2?

I've mentioned the Aneesa/anoxeria rumor/storyline but the handling of that upset me a lot. I hope that they expand on it more in s3.

The second thing I hated (or didn't like) was that Eleanor and Fabiola were each gone for an episode so the three of them weren't together as much as they could have been. In general, I felt like a lot of characters had a lot less screen time/interactions with Devi (in particular I would've loved to see more of Fabiola, Kamala/her mom/Nirmala, Dr. Ryan, Aneesa, etc. etc.) idk if this was due to COVID-19 restrictions or what but idk it seemed like all the characters interacted a lot less than the previous season which may be in my imagination or because I am greedy

12. Who is the character you relate to the most?

Ughhhhh I do relate to Devi the most and that's why I get so frustrated when she makes poor choices!

14. What is your favorite ship, besides daxton and benvi?

Dr. Jackson and Nalini all the way!!!!!!! They are so cute together and Nalini deserves someone kind and patient to her the way Dr. Jackson is. Plus the enemies to lovers is so similar to Ben and Devi clearly Mindy loves that trope but I am not complaining at all!

17. Do you read fanfic? And if so what is your favorite fic?

I just started reading fanfic and I love this one by @parkersedith aka magnetic hearts where Ben and Devi are fake-married

#ask #answered #anon #never have i ever

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lauraashley93 · 4 years ago

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Clubhouse Christmas

Request: everyhowlmarksthedead: HI! I saw you have a short prompt for Christmas. Can I request you the last one, with my baby Riz? ❤✨

thank you for the request! :)) I loved doing this one!!

Readerx Riz :prompt “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE?”

You had moved to Santo padre a little over a year ago from Colorado. You were only supposed to be here temporarily to open up your restaurant but you found yourself moving shortly after because you fell in love.. it was like your own little hallmark movie, well, without snow. Riz and you had immediately clicked. He was sweet, kind and caring but you’d never let his big bad biker brothers know that. He was everything you never knew you needed.

You were missing home a little though and you just seemed a little down today. Riz sat down beside you and grabbed your hand. “My love why are you so sad. It’s Christmas time Isn’t that your favorite time of the year?”

You looked up at him and smiled. Everyone knew you loved the winter time and Christmas but not being in Colorado with all the snow and away from your family saddened you. “I guess I’m just missing home a little. Ya know? I mean, don’t get me wrong you are my home and I love being with you my darling. But I miss the snow and the feel of Christmas. I’ll be okay my love I promise” you leaned over and kissed your lover softly on the lips and smiled. But he knew you were still down. Riz hated to see you sad so he decided to talk to Bishop.

“What do you think about letting y/n decorate the clubhouse for a Christmas? She’s really missing home this year and she left there to stay with me and I just, I want her to feel happy and at home.

Bishop shrugged, “sure, I mean I don’t see the harm in it.”

Riz told you to meet him at the club house because he had something he wanted to tell you. When you got there everyone was waiting for you and you looked at them eyebrows raised. “What’s going on?” Riz got up and wrapped his arms around you. “Well we have a run to go on and while we are gonna we were wondering if you would decorate the club house for us?” Your eyes lit up and his heart just melted seeing the smile on your face. It was like a kid at a candy store.

“Really? You mean it?” Riz nodded at you and laughed. He didn’t see why you thought it was a big deal but it made you happy so he was happy.

“Are you sure Bishop?” You asked him with excitement. “Of course babydoll. What could it hurt?”

You laughed at that. He obviously didn’t know you. The boys left for their run about three hours ago and You had already made it looked like Santa had explosive diarrhea and shit everywhere in the club house. It was a literal winter wonder land. You had just finished making the hot chocolate when you heard the rumble of their bikes coming in you couldn’t help but smile.

The first one in was Riz. He couldn’t wait to see you and what you had done. His smile grew when he seen the lights draped from the wall. The garlan and lights around the bar. You had candy canes and mistletoe dangling everywhere and Christmas music was BLARING. Fake snow fluff was everywhere. And a beautiful decorated Christmas tree was in the corner. Everyone else piled in mouths gaping open wide. Bishop looked like he might have slightly regretted not putting a limit on your decorating but he looked impressed all the same.

Riz came walking up to you arms wide open smiling so big seeing you bouncing with excitement. You wrapped your arms around him. “Do you like it?? Isnt it wonderful? It’s literally just like home!!” “It’s amazing mi reina. You did amazing.”

Angel came up to you and placed a kiss on your head and took a deep breath in. “It looks amazing y/n but I wanna know what that AMAZING smell is.” “OH!! The hot chocolate! I almost forgot!” You practically jumped out of Riz’s embrace and ran to get it. You were back in a flash as the boys gathered around the tray that had the cups of hot chocolate on them. You handed them out one by one happy to see all their smiling faces until you seen Riz’s. He had this weird unpleasant look while he was poking at the marshmallow’s on top. You furrowed your brows as you came to stand next to him.

“Is something wrong my love? Do you not like it?” He could hear the sadness and worry in your voice and he looked up at tou and cupped your cheek gently with his hand.

“No love, it’s just, I don’t really like marshmallows in my hot chocolate.”

Your eyes grew big and you stepped away from his touch like it had burned you. And he looked at you worried.

“WHAT?”

Your sudden out burst caused everyone to stop what they were doing and chucky to turn down the music. They had never really heard you raise your voice before so they all grew concerned.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOTCHOCOLATE??? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE??”

Riz blinked a couple of times before he realized that you were distraught over his dislike of marshmallows. He knew he shouldn’t but it was the cutest thing so he laughed. You gaped your mouth open the AUDACITY of this man.

“Are you laughing at me? Of all the.. you.. I can’t.. ughhhhh. Well, let me go make you a cup of BORING non cheery hot chocolate.”

You were mumbling under your breath while you walked to the back as Bishop walked up to Riz and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Man. If she gets THAT worked up over someone Christmas shit I’d hate to see her really pissed off at something serious.”

“You ain’t lying brother. But damn do I love that little spit fire spirit of hers.”

@angelreyesgirl @auroraariza @trulysuccubus @spookys-girl @stunning-shitz @rosieposie0624 @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @skyofficialxx @strawberrywritings @bucky-iss-bae-archive @miss-nori85 @cind-in-real-life @deeandbobbymcgee @starrynite7114 @louisianalady @itsjaybeast @-im-fantastic- @justatiredfool @scuzmunkie @everyhowlmarksthedead

#mayans x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #Riz reader

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princessmuk · 3 years ago

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Time to live blogggg!

I’m so excited to see Ravi shine

Why are the roads so empty

TAYLORRR

Buck is all aloneeee

Do they blame him???

Okay I love Taylor giving Buck advice

Ahhhhh they’re in pain

LMAO

Okay so maybe Eddie wasn’t wrong about Hildy

This guy is just having a terrible time

Man’s is gonna pull something isn’t he

He’s working out too hard!!!!

HE HAS TO POOP????

Oh my god he’s PARALYZED

Hen that was so rude

Raviiiii

Oh my god Buck is becoming the hardass boss

Hen is NOT HAVING IT

Eddie and Hen mythology nerds????

Poor Ravi

Y’all were literally fine last episode what is happening

We got the Buck and Eddie side eye, iconic

She has indeed

Mayyy I love your self confidence

Athena I agree but also you have no context for this you are jumping to conclusions lol

Oh shit did Harry get in a fight?

HE PUNCHED SOMEONE IN THE FACE

Oh I just remembered Athena is gonna slap him this episode ewwwwwww

Haha, Bobby is a dad first and friend second

“What’s your damage?” Is this Heathers???

Wow the disrespect

Uh ohhhhhhh

Also okay sitting in the chair is not normal but helping is, ma’am you could be a bit nicer

Raviiiiii

Wtf was that Hen, Eddie can drive just fine

Wowwwww, this woman needs to stop. You could give her advice and not be a jackass

POP OFF HARRY AT LEAST HES EXPRESSING HIS EMOTIONS

ATHENAAAA WHAT THE FUCK

Okay good to see she’s regretting it, let’s not act like it’s okay

Poor Bobby can’t do anything to help :(

Buck why are you being so angryyyy

Give a mouse a cookie… (Give Buck a single bit of power…)

AWWWWW THIS IS SO CUTE

This is just Bullies: The Episode

What is happening bro

OH NO

I also wish I knew, that scene was so weird

The water is making it worse

Raviii taking the lead

Eddie and Bobby are gonna get caught in this aren’t they

Okayyy everything seems good

I’m so confused what even happened lmao

METH?????

A life of crime!!! Elderly crime should be legal

Ravi is so cute he needs ALL THE GIFS THIS EPISODE

Awww Buck reaching out

AWWW HES DONE IT TOO MUCH

CHIMNEY THAT WAS RUDE

Is he feeling replaced? Buck bro

Oh, no!!! He feels like he’s part of the familyyyy

Buckkkkkkkk

BUCK

WHAT????????????

BUCK WHY!! THIS IS YOUR FAMILY

Oh???? So we just didn’t get to see the Bobby and Chimney scene because they hate us

May THIS GIRL IS GONNA KILL HERSELF HELP HER

She DID take pills

Yeah she’s a GOOD CALLER MAAM

SHE DOES HER JOB WELL

BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP

Damnnn May

He used his name awww

Hell yeah Ravi be yourself

Athena needs therapy!!!!

Taylorrrr sexy as hell

Awwwww she’s a great girlfriend

Awww that’s sad

Oh, to be Taylor… in Buck’s arms….

WTF HARRY

HES READING ARTICLES ABOUT HIS MOM BEING A BAD COP SJSJJDJD

Maddieeeeeeee

Where the FUCK is she

Ughhhhh we have to wait a whole extra week

#my post #911 fox #911 spoilers #911 season 5

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alixanonymous · 4 years ago

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How A Demon Commissions An Angel ~ A Daminette FanFic ~ Chapter 8: A Review Of Friendships

From the phone of Marinette Dupain-Cheng:

Chat Name: Mr. Postscript

Me: We’re getting nowhere with this!!!

Mr. Postscript: You don’t say…

Me: Your sarcasm isn’t helping.

Mr. Postscript: Well, it certainly can’t be hurting our progress seeing as we aren’t making any.

Me: Ughhhhh, Damian!!!

Mr. Postscript: What do you want me to do? It’s not my fault Todd isn’t exactly the sentimental type! Our only “inside jokes” are our attempts on the other’s life.

Me: Right.

Me: I just don’t see how we can get Grayson’s piece planned out so quickly and yet still not have even a single detail for Jasons besides knowing it needs to be a leather jacket!

Mr. Postscript: And that it won’t have any pockets.

Me: Not. Helping.

Me: Or happening.

Mr. Postscript: I don’t know what to say then.

Mr. Postscript: Grayson is quite possibly the easiest person on the planet to please alright? He’s the most emotional in the family and would probably always have been the easiest to design for.

Mr. Postscript: Todd, on the other hand, is difficult, in all meanings of the words.

Me: What do you mean by that?

Mr. Postscript: If you knew them, you’d see what I mean.

Mr. Postscript: It’s like this, if Grayson is the most annoyingly cheery and friendly person, then Todd would be his opposite: frustratingly angry and antagonistic.

Me: Huh, he didn’t seem like it when we talked.

Mr. Postscript: Need I remind you that you had a short exchange on a stolen phone?

Me: Right, sorry.

Me: But I get the comparison!

Me: Grayson = Brightly colored Xmas sweater Jason = Leather biker jacket worn by someone with a chip on his shoulder

Mr. Postscript: An apt description.

Me: He did seem to care about you though…

Me: He wants you to stay, they all do.

Mr. Postscript: I assure you that was news to me.

Me: Did you think they didn’t?

Mr. Postscript: I don’t know what I thought. Our family has never been particularly open with our feelings.

Me: Even Grayson? You say he’s emotional right?

Mr. Postscript: It’s hard to explain.

Me: Wanna try?

Mr. Postscript: Didn’t we just have a conversation about my complicated relationships? Do you really want to do this again so soon?

Me: I’m good to go. It’s really about if you want to.

Me: I’m not going to push, Damian. That’s not what I’m trying to do.

Mr. Postscript: What are you trying to do?

Me: I don’t know, understand? Listen? Like I told your brother, I do think of you as a friend.

Me: This doesn’t all have to be one long give and take exchange.

Mr. Postscript: Right.

Mr. Postscript: So we’re doing this.

Me: Not if you don’t want to!

Mr. Postscript: Stop the indecisiveness and concern, I’ve agreed alright!

Me: If you’re sure…

Mr. Postscript: Unlike you, I’m not in the habit of doing things I don’t want to.

Me: Whoa!

Me: Low blow! Foul!

Me: Foul I say!

Mr. Postscript: Sorry?

Mr. Postscript: I can’t tell if you’re kidding….

Me: I am! :)

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: You’re a dork.

Me: No, I’m an angel. You said so yourself!

Mr. Postscript: I’m regretting that now…

Me: Mhmmm, sure….

Mr. Postscript: Can we get back to my complicated family now?

Me: Great idea.

Mr. Postscript: Wait a moment.

Mr. Postscript: Was this all an attempt at reverse psychology?

Me: Well…

Me: If it was, I’d say it worked, wouldn’t you?

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: You unnerve me sometimes.

Me: Really, why?

Mr. Postscript: You always seem to have the upperhand. I find myself often saying things I normally never would around you.

Me: I feel the same most of the time.

Me: I wish I could talk to my classmates the way I talk to you.

Mr. Postscript: Right, well I’m glad to see the feeling is mutual.

Mr. Postscript: Now as for my family…

Me: Okay, I’m listening.

Mr. Postscript: Right, well.

Mr. Postscript: Like I said, feelings aren’t addressed much in our family.

Mr. Postscript: It wasn’t like that in my mother’s family either I suppose.

Mr. Postscript: It’s hard to explain but I assume it’s because they’ve all been together longer.

Mr. Postscript: I don’t know. It’s like my family is talking and I’ll be right there and it’s like I’m only getting half the conversation. My brothers, they understand each other in a way I can’t seem to.

Mr. Postscript: I suppose it’s because they know each other’s histories or maybe it’s just because they’re better at understanding people than I am. What do people call it, reading between the lines?

Mr. Postscript: They may not get along together all the time but they can communicate well enough. I can’t seem to figure out when something’s a joke or not.

Mr. Postscript: It’s difficult to describe.

Mr. Postscript: Like you pointed out before, I also have trouble refraining from making assumptions and those do tend to lead me to the wrong conclusions a lot of the time as well.

Mr. Postscript: Grayson is the best at explaining things. I suppose it wouldn’t be wrong to say he is the most emotionally equipped of all of us.

Mr. Postscript: Except Alfred. Alfred surpasses all of us.

Me: Who’s Alfred?

Mr. Postscript: Our butler, but don’t let the title fool you. He’s family. He helped me apologize to you actually.

Me: Oh, that’s great. It seems like you have some allies at least, not to make it sound like a war or anything.

Mr. Postscript: That’s the problem: I shouldn’t need help. I hate feeling like a child who can’t understand when the adults are talking. I’m still on the outside even though that’s exactly where I started.

Me: Besides the communication issue, is there anything else that makes you feel like an outsider? Anything they do? Is that why you call by their last names?

Mr. Postscript: None of it’s intentional mind you. I am an outsider and all of their inside jokes and how they understand each other so well simply serves to remind me of that. I bet if I did start calling them their first names they would make a big deal about it, so no point in starting now.

Mr. Postscript: I mean all of it is one big reminder that even if I’m his only real son, he chose them and they chose this life. They’re his family and I’m the son he never knew existed that got dumped at his feet when I was ten. Neither of us had a choice in the matter.

Me: What about now? Does he choose to acknowledge you as a son now?

Mr. Postscript: Yes, although I keep proving to be more difficult than his other children despite my best efforts.

Me: That wasn’t your choice right? It’s cultural differences, not to mention that they’re all older.

Mr. Postscript: No but it’s my fault I haven’t managed the distance yet.

Me: It sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice in that matter either, how much you could change.

Mr. Postscript: Where are you going with all of this?

Me: What choices do you get to make, Damian? What do you want?

Mr. Postscript: I already told you, I want my father to be proud of me.

Me: So to do that you have to change? Be more like your brothers?

Mr. Postscript: I mean I must get better, grow, improve.

Me: Because you want your father to be proud of you, so you can be part of the family he had before you joined?

Me: Or because you want that for yourself?

Mr. Postscript: Can it not be all of the above?

Me: What’s the main reason? What drives you?

Mr. Postscript: Look, I don’t think you understand the situation, not everything relates to your own unfortunate situation okay? Can we just get back to Todd’s jacket?

Me: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push.

Me: I know I can be a bit preoccupied with my own situation but the thing is, Damian, I know what it’s like to need other people's validation okay? It’s not good and it’s not healthy.

Mr. Postscript: My father is nothing like your pathetic peers. He only wants what’s best for me.

Me: I think that’s true, but how can he know what that is when all you want is to please him?

Me: Look, it’s not my place to tell you what you want and should want but it seems like you haven’t had a lot of choices in your life and I’d hate to see you only continue to do what other people expect you to.

Mr. Postscript: I don’t feel like talking more about this right now. I need some time to think on the situation.

Mr. Postscript: Now can we get back to work on Todd’s jacket seeing as we’ve been talking for hours and have managed practically zero progress?

Me: Right, okay..

Me: Let’s start back at the simple stuff then: What does he like to do?

Mr. Postscript: Besides piss people off?

Me: …

Me: Yes, Damian, besides that.

Mr. Postscript: Nothing comes to mind.

Me: Any hobbies? Interests?

Mr. Postscript: Well, he likes guns.

Me: Guns?!

Mr. Postscript: Yes.

Me: …

Me: Like collecting guns?

Mr. Postscript: You could say that.

Me: Okay, well that’s a start.

Me: I could embroider some guns onto the front of the jacket or on the labels as a smaller detail? Would that work? I think it’d be pretty cool.

Mr. Postscript: It’s a bit difficult for me to picture but it sounds like a good idea, fitting at the very least. It might help seeing it drawn out first.

Me: Okay, well there we go. Somewhere to begin at least. Now, you said he likes the colors red and black right? Do you want the jacket to be one of those?

Mr. Postscript: Yes, that would be preferable.

Me: Give me a minute to think…

Me: So how about this? I think gold thread would be best for the stitching and then I’d recommend using black for the body so the designs will show up better. If you want, I could also use red fabric to line the inside of the jacket and wait, you wanted this to have a hood too right? I could use red fabric for the inside of that too.

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: All of that sounds fitting, especially the red lining in the hood. I definitely approve the color placement..

Me: Great!

Me: I think that’s actually enough for me to draw up some designs with a few different styles of the jacket itself.

Me: Is there any way you could send me a picture of the kind of gun you’d want me to use as a model? I have no clue about that kind of thing…

Mr. Postscript: I can do that. He has two favorites so perhaps one on each side?

Me: Right, two favorite guns… sounds good. Symmetrical too.

Me: So, do you want to add any wording? I could make it subtle if he’s not the sentimental type, add it on with the embroidery.

Mr. Postscript: Hm, how about “Carpe Diem”? One word on the barrel of each gun.

Me: “Seize the day”? I love it.

Me: Oh, I can just picture it, it’ll look so good in gold thread on the black leather!

Mr. Postscript: Just to clarify, you won’t be using real leather, right?

Me: Of course not! I would never!

Mr. Postscript: Good, that’s good to hear.

Mr. Postscript: I’m actually vegan.

Me: Oh cool!

Mr. Postscript: Have you ever considered the lifestyle? It has many benefits, especially environmental.

Me: No, but I do try to limit my meat intake. Dairy is a little harder since we live in a bakery.

Mr. Postscript: Ah, I see.

Me: What made you decide to go vegan? Environmental reasons?

Mr. Postscript: Actually, I acquired a pet cow.

Me: You have a pet cow?!!!

Mr. Postscript: Yes.

Mr. Postscript: Would you like to see pictures?

Me: Yes!

Mr. Postscript: They’re on my computer so I’ll email them later.

Me: Cool! What’s their name?

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: It’s B.C.

Me: Damian, please tell me you did not just give your cow an alias!

Mr. Postscript: Of course not, we call her that for short.

Me: Then what’s B.C. stand for?

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: Before Christmas

Me: Before Christmas? Really? Why???

Mr. Postscript: She was an early Christmas present.

Me: So you decided to name her Before Christmas?

Mr. Postscript: I was a child and uncreative.

Me: Well, as long as you admit it…

Mr. Postscript: Shouldn’t we get back to the commission? We’re almost out of time.

Me: Okay, I still don’t buy that name though so don’t think you got away with anything.

Mr. Postscript: I never do around you.

Me: So, back to the commission. As soon as you send me those pictures of the guns, I’ll have enough to do the first sketches. Then all we’ll have left will be Drake’s sweater, right?

Mr. Postscript: Yes, everything seems on track. Do you want to tackle Drake’s sweater tomorrow, same time?

Me: Sorry, I’m not able to tomorrow.

Mr. Postscript: Oh?

Me: Yeah, I’m meeting my class for an outing at the park after school.

Mr. Postscript: You still do those kinds of things?

Me: When I can.

Mr. Postscript: Why would you do that?

Me: I don’t know maybe because I don’t like being alone all the time if I can help it?

Mr. Postscript: It’s better to be alone than unappreciated.

Me: Can you honestly say you believe that, after everything you told me about your family?

Mr. Postscript: That’s different and you know it.

Me: Of course it is.

Me: Look, all I know is I’m trying my best to make things work. Sometimes things aren’t as simple as cutting all ties. Is it so wrong of me to try and salvage what I can of my friendships?

Mr. Postscript: No, it’s not. I didn’t mean to judge.

Mr. Postscript: I just hate seeing you having to crawl after them. It doesn’t seem like they're doing much to try and salvage anything.

Me: Look, Damian, I know I asked you to help me not be taken advantage of but I don’t want to completely lose faith in everyone okay? I don’t want to live like that, to always be so pessimistic. So just this once, can you let me look on the brightside? Please?

Mr. Postscript: Very well. We can message the day after tomorrow.

Me: Thank you.

Me: Oh and I’m almost done with the sketches for Grayson’s sweater so check your email sometime tomorrow okay and let me know which one you like best!

Mr. Postscript: I will.

Me: Great! Goodnight, Damian!

Mr. Postscript: Night, angel.

Google Search History

Tacky Christmas Sweaters

Who started making tacky xmas sweaters?

Audrey Bourgeois on tacky christmas sweaters

Gotham

Robin Robin Batman

Gotham Superheroes

Gotham Vigilantes

Gotham Villains

Does it mean anything if a boy calls you angel?

How to not read too much into things

How to spot red flags

Where’s the barrel of a gun?

Gotham Gun Laws

Gotham Crime Rate

Chat Name: Alya

Me: Hey, I’m here! Where are you guys?

Alya: We’re in line getting popcorn.

Me: At the park?

Alya: No, at the movie theater…

Me: What?

Me: No, let me guess: Lila decided at the last minute that she wanted to see a movie and no one thought to tell me.

Alya: That’s not what happened! You always jump to blame Lila!

Me: No, then I guess Lila said she was going to let me know and conveniently forgot?

Alya: It’s not her fault Marinette. She gets memory lapses.

Me: Then why did she offer to be the one to tell me? Or rather why did you let her?

Alya: I’m sorry, okay! I forgot for a second.

Alya: Look, the movie’s going to start soon but we can hang out this weekend! Just the two of us if you want.

Me: I’m busy.

Alya: You’re always busy these days.

Me: Well, I wasn’t today or at least I made sure not to be.

Me: You should go. The movie’s starting.

Chat Name: Mr. Postscript

Me: Well, it turns out I am free to talk today after all.

Mr. Postscript: What happened?

Me: Why should I say? I don’t need you to me “I told you so.” I got it, okay?

Me: You were right.

Mr. Postscript: I wish I wasn’t.

Me: Really?

Me: You love being right.

Mr. Postscript: No, I merely detest being wrong.

Me: … really?

Mr. Postscript: Okay, I admit I do find some satisfaction in being acknowledged for my superior intellect, but I find none in this case, not when it comes at my friend's expense.

Me: Damian, I think that might be the nicest thing I’ve ever heard!

Mr. Postscript: Yes, well it’s painfully obvious your standards for that would be very low.

Mr. Postscript: Now, tell me what they did.

Me: Apparently Lila decided she wanted to see a movie at the last minute and forgot to tell me because of a “memory lapse”.

Mr. Postscript: That’s sick.

Mr. Postscript: How has no one thought to confirm anything she says? I mean faking illnesses like that, she can’t be mentally stable, Marinette. She could be dangerous.

Me: I know, especially considering we have a villain that preys on negative emotions to worry about but what else can I do? All the teachers and the principal believe her without proof.

Mr. Postscript: Haven’t you considered legal action? There’s proof of her numerous lies all over your classmate’s blog, not the least of which being her claim that you committed theft of intellectual property! That’s grounds for slander!

Me: I don’t like the idea of a lawsuit Damian. That would be so messy and with practically everyone believing her, not to mention that her mother is a diplomat, it wouldn’t be worth it. I’m not sure I’d win.

Mr. Postscript: You’d win. You’d be the only side with proof.

Mr. Postscript: Also, I’ve mentioned before that I have resources that would make failure unthinkable.

Me: Right, resources…

Me: Damian, you’re not into anything illegal right?

Mr. Postscript: What? Of course not! Where is this coming from?

Me: Well, you see…

Me: You live in the crime capital of the world, you mentioned before that you’re not like my usual clientele but still have the means to afford my services, you just told me that brother collects guns, and offered to use “resources” that would guarantee I’d win in court.

Me: So, um, yeah, I was getting kind of concerned.

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: Right, well when you put it like that, I can see how you might jump to that conclusion so allow me to put your mind at ease.

Mr. Postscript: When I said I wasn't like your normal clientele, I meant that I’m not a performer of any kind. My family’s fortune comes from a completely legal business owned by my father and old money he inherited when his parents died. The resources I refer to are our family’s lawyers and legal teams who would never stoop so low as to lose a lawsuit against a pathological liar whose claims are outrageous and well documented.

Me: Ohhh

Mr. Postscript: Other than that, Gotham, while crime infested, is a large city and many law-abiding citizens live here too. Todd is also one of them for the most part and he only uses his guns with rubber bullets for self defense because Gotham is still a dangerous place to live.

Me: I see, well that makes sense.

Me: He does have permits for his guns though right?

Mr. Postscript: Angel, no one has gun permits in Gotham, not even the police.

Me: Right, well…

Me: Sorry about that!

Mr. Postscript: It’s okay. I can see how it looked.

Mr. Postscript: Frankly, I’m more than a little relieved that you’re at least being somewhat careful considering we’re still friends that only talk online and who met when I tried to blackmail you.

Me: You know, I don’t hold that against you anymore.

Mr. Postscript: You should.

Me: I mean I could…

Me: but I don’t!

Mr. Postscript: You know…

Mr. Postscript: Your ability to forgive is commendable. I don’t think you’re wrong to practice it. I just hate that it allows people to hurt you like they did today.

Me: I’m not hurt, Damian.

Me: I mean sure I’m disappointed but honestly I don’t care that much anymore. I just thought it was worth a try.

Me: And anyways I find I enjoy talking to you more than any of the interactions I’ve had with my class of late. So I guess it all worked out for the better.

Mr. Postscript: I see.

Mr. Postscript: Is this that brightside you were talking about?

Me: Why, yes.

Me: Yes, it is.

Mr. Postscript: It’s nice.

Me: Isn’t it?

Mr. Postscript: They don’t know what they’re missing.

Me: They don’t need to.

Me: More for us.

Mr. Postscript: I find your reasoning sound.

Me: Hey, Damian? Thank you.

Mr. Postscript: For what?

Mr. Postscript: Not being a criminal?

Me: Haha, no!

Me: For making me feel better, for being my friend.

Mr. Postscript: Angel, if apologies were necessary, I’d owed you a thousand.

Me: Nooooo

Me: Maybe just a couple hundred?

Mr. Postscript: Funny.

Me: Oh, hey! Did you get a chance to look at the designs I sent?

Mr. Postscript: I did. Your talent really shows in your drawings. They all looked very good.

Mr. Postscript: I can just picture Grayson crying on Christmas morning.

Me: So, did you make a decision?

Me: Did you? Did you?

Mr. Postscript: I did.

Me: Sooooo, don’t hold your breath! Tell me!

Mr. Postscript: I’m partial to the one where the robin’s wearing sunglasses. I don’t why but it seems like it would fit Grayson.

Me: Yay! I was kind of hoping you’d choose that one too!

Me: One design done, two to go!

Me: Oh and got your pictures and have already started on the jacket! So now we just have to meet to go over Drake’s piece.

Mr. Postscript: We’re still on for tomorrow, right?

Me: Yes, sounds good!

Me: Oh, and Before Christmas is a beauty!

Mr. Postscript: What?

Mr. Postscript: Oh, right.

Mr. Postscript: Yes.

Mr. Postscript: Yes, she is.

Me: …

Me: Damian, you’re really bad with aliases.

Mr. Postscript: I took the “use the initials” idea from you.

Me: Fine. I guess that makes us both bad at aliases.

Mr. Postscript: I suppose, if it makes you feel better.

Me: I’m not the one who needs to feel better, Before Christmas.

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: Tell no one of this.

Me: Your secret’s safe with me, B.C.

Chat Name: The Child Prodigies (If you don’t look closely)

Me: Kagami, I saw the match online! You did so well! I’m sure even your mother couldn’t find anything to critique.

Gami: I’m afraid you severely underestimate her, Mari. It’s even worse now that I’m finally old enough to qualify for the Olympics, even if they are still three years away.

Me: Don’t listen to her! Well, not too much anyway. You were amazing!

Luka: She’s right. You did great, Kagami.

Gami: Enough about me, how did it go today?

Me: Well…

Luka: Oh no. What happened, melody?

Me: Nothing. They didn’t show up but it’s fine, really. I’m not even surprised anymore.

Gami: That doesn’t make it any better, Marinette.

Me: No really guys, I’m good. It all worked out in the end.

Luka: So what’d you end up doing?

Me: Just sat in the park and worked on a commision.

Gami: I suppose it was the one for the blackmailer then?

Me: Not this again!

Me: We’re way past that now, Kagami. He’s actually way better at friendship than blackmailing.

Gami: So you say, but if you would just give me a few moments to talk with him and verify that I’d be less concerned.

Me: I don’t want you scaring him off!

Luka: From what you’ve said, it sounds like he doesn’t scare easily.

Me: No, Luka, not you too!

Luka: We just care about you, Marinette and we’ve seen you hurt too many times. Besides, if he really is your friend like we are, wouldn’t it be good for us all to get along?

Me: …

Me: You’re going to guilt trip me into this, aren’t you?

Luka: No…

Gami: If we must.

Me: …

Me: You and him have so much in common.

Gami: I’d like to see that for myself.

Luka: So?

Me: Fine… I’ll ask but I make no promises okay? He might not agree.

Gami: He will if he knows what’s good for him.

Me: And no threats!

Luka: We’ll see.

Gami: No promises.

Chat Name: Mr. Postscript

Me: Hey Damian! So I know you’re probably really busy so I really don’t want to bother you or anything…

Mr. Postscript: No, it’s fine. I have about thirty minutes before my father expects me. What do you need?

Me: Need? Oh, nothing! It’s just my friends wanted to talk to you and I promised I’d ask but since you have to do something soon, it’s fine.

Mr. Postscript: Friends? What kinds of friends?

Mr. Postscript: Are they reading over your shoulder right now?

Me: What?! Oh, no!

Me: They aren’t a part of Lila’s posse or whatever. In fact, they’re not even in my class. I guess I just haven’t mentioned them yet because they have super busy careers and travel a lot now but we still talk all the time.

Me: I told them about you (nothing personal though) and uh how we met so they just wanted to make sure I was safe. I tried to tell them they have nothing to worry about but after everything with Lila… let’s just say they’re a little protective!

Mr. Postscript: Good.

Mr. Postscript: I’m glad you have some decent friends on your side.

Me: Me too! Well, since you’re busy I don’t want to make you late!

Mr. Postscript: Oh, it’s fine. I’m sure I have enough time to meet them. Did you want to do it over a group text?

Me: Oh, it’s okay! You don’t have to or anything!

Mr. Postscript: Seriously, angel, it’s fine. I mean it’s only fair since you had to put up with Todd for a conversation. I’m interested in meeting some of your other friends too.

Me: Right…

Me: Just give me a second to make the group chat.

Chat Name: The Child Prodigies (If you don’t look closely)

Me: You guys get ten questions max okay? He only has like twenty minutes.

Gami: Each?

Me: Total!

Luka: Hurry, melody, you said we only have a little time right?

Me: Fine.

Chat Name: All My Favorite People

Me: Okay, can you guys introduce yourselves?

Luka: Hey, man. I’m Luka.

Gami: Hello, you may address me as Kagami.

Mr. Postscript: Damian, pleasure to meet you both.

Luka: Ah, a formal one I see.

Gami: How much time do you have left so we may act accordingly?

Mr. Postscript: Actually, my father agreed to give me the night off from my duties so I could meet you and there’s still hours until dinner so I’m available till then.

Luka: Formal and a controlling father? Marinette, I think you have a type.

Me: LUKA!

Mr. Postscript: My father isn’t controlling, I merely have responsibilities that can’t be put off sometimes.

Me: Of course, Damian. They should be thankful you were able to get the night off at all especially since it’s only to satisfy their curiosity.

Luka: Right then, shall we begin? You ready?

Mr. Postscript: Of course.

Me: Remember, this isn’t an interrogation, you guys!

Gami: How old are you?

Mr. Postscript: Sixteen

Me: Huh, I figured something like that but I don’t think I ever asked before…

Luka: So that would put you in what grade?

Mr. Postscript: In the American schooling system, I would normally be in tenth grade and considered a junior but I skipped a grade and am now in my second to last year of secondary school.

Luka: A little wordy but okay.

Gami: Why’d you skip a grade?

Mr. Postscript: I was far ahead of my fellow classmates and found school boring and redundant so my father allowed me to knock a year off my plate.

Luka: Do you often resort to blackmailing to get your way?

Me: Luka!

Me: I told you we’re over it!

Mr. Postscript: It’s fine, Marinette. They’re right to be concerned. They care about you, do they not?

Luka: Of course, we do.

Gami: It’s not our affections in question.

Me: Um, I think you guys are taking this wayyy too seriously.

Gami: Nonsense, now answer the question.

Mr. Postscript: I can’t say I’ve ever tried that tactic before.

Mr. Postscript: Or ever will again.

Mr. Postscript: I did get a good friend out of it, however I doubt there are many people with Marinette’s ability to forgive so I wouldn’t take a chance on getting a result as favorable as this again.

Luka: Dang

Luka: That was a good answer

Gami: No, it wasn’t. It was satisfactory at best. Now, tell me, do you have any experience in fencing?

Me: Kagami, you can’t duel him.

Gami: We will see.

Mr. Postscript: Fencing? No. I’m more familiar with traditional swordplay.

Me: What? Really?!

Gami: Oh?

Gami: Weapon of choice?

Mr. Postscript: Katanna

Me: WHAT?!

Gami: I see.

Gami: Now, that is a good answer.

Luka: Really? Cause I don’t think Marinette needs any more weapon-wielding friends.

Gami: With that class of hers, the more the better.

Me: Kagami, no!

Mr. Postscript: Should you ever decide to launch an attack on those heathens, I would be happy to lend my sword.

Me: No no no! There will be no attacking with swords!

Luka: For now, let’s get back to the questions.

Luka: You’re going to pay Marinette in full for her services, right?

Mr. Postscript: Of course! What do you take me for, a thief?

Luka: It’s best to be certain, to make sure you know there are people who will hold you accountable.

Me: Luka, I said no threats!

Gami: Her class has taken advantage of her talents too many times to not be cautious. I can only imagine how much time and materials they’ve cost her over the years, thinking they shouldn’t have to pay because she was their friend.

Mr. Postscript: You didn’t mention this, Marinette.

Me: I mean I kind of did. Remember when I said I was done designing for people who didn’t deserve it? That’s what I meant.

Mr. Postscript: That’s criminal!

Me: It’s in the past, Damian. It’s my fault I let it go on too long.

Gami: Nonsense!

Luka: You know that’s not true Mari.

Me: Right, well, let’s just move on.

Mr. Postscript: Marinette, remember all those times you’ve told me it wasn’t my fault?

Me: Of course.

Mr. Postscript: Could see how your words might apply to this?

Me: …

Me: I guess.

Mr. Postscript: We can talk about it later. Next question?

Luka: What’s your favorite thing about Marinette?

Me: Why ask that?

Gami: Wait, it was my turn to ask a question.

Luka: Well, you went twice in a row before so I’m doing it now.

Mr. Postscript: How her kindness is another form of strength.

Me: What?

Mr. Postscript: I was raised to see kindness as a weakness, as a vulnerability. Nothing since then has done much to change my mind.

Mr. Postscript: Marinette’s kindness is unlike any I’ve encountered before although that isn’t saying much. I only wish people wouldn’t see it as a weakness and try to use it against her like I once did but they will find as I did that is not the case.

Me: …

Me: Thank you, Damian.

Me: That was really nice.

Luka: He said nothing but the truth, my melody.

Mr. Postscript: Melody?

Luka: Yes, it’s what I like to call Marinette.

Mr. Postscript: Oh, I see.

Mr. Postscript: How nice.

Mr. Postscript: I prefer to call her angel myself.

Luka: That’s very fitting. Marinette’s like a ray of sunshine.

Me: Stop, you guys. You’re embarrassing me.

Gami: Why? It’s all true.

Me: …

Me: I liked it better when you were interrogating each other!

Gami: Very well, we still have a question each left.

Mr. Postscript: A question each?

Luka: Marinette didn’t want us to scare you away so we were given a limit of ten questions each.

Mr. Postscript: Well, Marinette should know I don’t scare easily but as it happens I only have twenty minutes left till dinner, so fire away.

Gami: What are your intentions towards our Marinette?

Me: Gami!!!

Me: What the heck!

Mr. Postscript: I intend to be a good friend to her, to listen and respect her choices, to offer advice if it’s wanted, to pay her generously for her services and to support her however I can.

Luka: Is that all?

Mr. Postscript: For now, however I’m looking forward to building our relationship and to learning more about her.

Me: I am too.

Me: I mean learning more about you.

Me: I’m looking forward to learning more about you too!

Me: Right, so that was the last question!

Me: Thank you for putting up with this, Damian.

Luka: Wait, I don’t think that last one should count!

Gami: Agreed.

Me: Well, then you should’ve been more careful!

Mr. Postscript: I should get ready for dinner. It was interesting meeting you both, perhaps Marinette will one day let us talk again.

Luka: Here’s hoping.

Gami: I would not object to that.

Me: We’ll see. No promises.

Gami: Very well, goodnight everyone.

Luka: night!

Mr. Postscript: Goodnight.

Mr. Postscript: Go to sleep, Marinette.

Me: Okay, goodnight!

From the phone of Luka Couffaine:

Chat Name: Sempre piu

Me: You know, I think he just might be good enough for her.

Sempre piu: We will see.

Me: Come on.

Me: Admit that you like him, and that you like him for her.

Sempre piu: Well…

Sempre piu: He seems like someone who would not hesitate.

Me: She deserves that much. And more.

Me: It just seems like neither of them sees it yet.

Sempre piu: It will make it all the more stronger when they do.

Sempre piu: Already she talks to him in a way she never did to Adrien.

Me: We both know that was puppy love.

Sempre piu: Even so, she’s never felt so comfortable around a potential suitor before.

Me: Could she just not see him like that?

Sempre piu: You saw how she acted around him, how unsettled she was when we talked of her to him.

Me: No, you’re right.

Me: It’s just going to be hard waiting for them to figure it out.

Sempre piu: It’ll be worth it.

Sempre piu: Her happiness is worth it.

Me: Yes, it is.

From the phone of Lila Rossi:

Chat Name: My Agent

My Agent: Mister Agreste has been very pleased with your work so far. He would like to set up a meeting to go over your contract and continue your excellent relationship with the Agreste brand.

Me: I’m ready whenever.

My Agent: He will see you after your photoshoot this afternoon.

Me: I’ll be there!

My Agent: Good work, Miss Rossi. He’s very pleased.

Woo! We’re almost caught up to what I’ve already posted to AO3! Yay! Now, in case anyone actually reads these and wants to know: I’m working on chapter ten and is breaking practically all the patterns my chapters usual follow but I’m not mad at yet? You might be but we’ll see! One thing I think I can give away is that so far, I don’t think Damian and Marinette will be in at all... That’s all I’ll say for now. Till next time!

Master List

#MariBat #Daminette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Damian Wayne #FanFic

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thesvenqueen · 4 years ago

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S&B Episode 6

- you're a horrible liar bro - um, excuse me, they are NOT his crew RUDE - buuuuuuuusted - NINA?!?! GIRL WHAT??????? - Hahaha oh heyyyyy - Oh Inej...Kaz bout to be fucking FURIOUS yo - Yikes Fedyor... - THEY KNOW OF MATTHIAS?!?!?! NOOOOO - Aw HELL YEAH GIVE ME MORE NINA & MATTHIAS CONTENT LETS GOOOOO - Matthias, get on the damn board and stfu - I mean, Zoya you are not wrong but also you in daaaanger girl just saying that hooooo boy - no the fuck you don't. more manipulation ughhhhh stooooop - DAMN ZOYA AND HIM HAD A THING?!?!?! SHEEEEEEEEEEEESH - ah, he manipulated her too my god dude - MAL!!!!!!! - take it offfffff TAKE IF OFFFFFFF - YEEEES - "You're just a man, like all the others" I BEG TO DIFFER THAT MAN IS FINE AS FUCK HELLO?!?!?! - HA I saw that lick of your lips Nina, HARD same - You're both fucking idiots my god - Yeahhhh you like her hehehe - .....well this argument is fun - "thanking you for finding me" "Always. I'll always find you" now KISS you fools - oh well, parents are fighting...again. fuck. - oooo love the slgith of hand yes yes - I mean...he has a point? - ooop.....yeah, so about the club >.> - "I'm sorry it took me this long to see you Alina. But I see you now" OH that's so SWEET. - HA Nina such a tease, I love you - "No it's natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall and yet oh, there you stand" HAHA YESSSS I loved that line from the book - Awww Matthias' laugh is adorable I love it - oh...oh no - uhh...hey guys lmao nice to see y'all - Jesper vs Ivan..interesting - Jesper really playing with his food over here omg - "You're a--" yep, he is, you are completely right sir - Inej really said aight, bet, then you can die - KAZ VS DARKLING OH SHIT LETS GOOOOO - TELL HIM KAZ - AHHHHHHH KAZ OUTSMARTED THE DARKLING OH SHIIIT HAHAHAHA THATS MY BOY - Also where the fuck did you get that flash bomb Kaz >.> - Haha yep, he does not at all wanna like you Nina but he already does - AHHHH TOLD YOU SO - THE TEASING I CAN NOT - And here is where the dynamic completely changes and ohhhh my shipper heart - THE INTRODUCTION I CAN NOT FUCK. IMMA BURST - He put the fucking coat around her, I CAN NOT IMMA DIE NOW BYE - bruh, the struggle on Kaz' face to help Inej but knowing he literally is unable to just UGH KILL ME - Oh Kaz big mad, so we gonna steal the Darkling's carriage hahaha love it. He looks so incredibly mad too, don't hurt his..investments lmao - DAVID HAHAHAHAHA I fucking love you you precious bean I swear to god - Noooot the name sliiiiip - nah we know you jealous Mal lol - oop, he knows. that's not good Ok, I know people complained about envisioned Nina to be different than what Danielle but I have to say, she is killing this role and is a FANTASTIC Nina. Also, seeing someone that look similar to my body type just..makes me so happy. Again, I know representation matters and I completely agree and understand people's annoyance/anger towards the depiction of Nina here but for me, personally, I love it and love Danielle completely. And Matthias, my main stupid lump of muscle, keep doing you cause D A M N. Seeing how Kaz is making rash decisions is not so out of character as, again, he is younger here than in the books so him putting the crow club up as collateral for Inej makes sense. Could be how, in the future, after this adventure he ends up working for Haskell. I do love them working out the kinks of their crew though, learnign to trust the other and that though they believe in other things, doesn't mean they can't work together. Though, I will say, Kaz had a slight point that this job may not have been the best one for Inej if she was going to let her faith lead the way. complicatedddddd. The reunion between Mal and Alina was FAR MORE satisfying than in the books because we've seen BOTH of their journeys to get there, one that was finally set directly towards the other while another was pulled askew but led back in the right direction again. It's more wholsome, satisfying in a sense than it was when reading it as you get a full sense of what both of them are doing, especially Mal. The

realization as well from the Darkling that Alina RAN, Ben depicts him brilliantly. I still hate him SO much as he manipulates everyone around him to gain what he wants, including Zoya which poor thing, but I have to say Ben is kiiiiiilling it for sure.

The casting, seriously, is absolutely perfect for everyone. Which is incredibly rare for book addaptations but fr, they nailed it here.

#six of crows #shadow and bone spoilers #jessica watches shadow and bone

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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Shopping Trip HC- Kirishima x Reader

@fxndxmxnxce!:Hi! i just saw your blog but you already look so good😍 could i get a request where kirishima and his s/o go out to get groceries for cook dinner for their classmates? they goof off; riding around in carts, taking random samples of food, and even recite vines while they look for ingredients🥺 just a lot of tooth rotting fluff because why not :D bonus todoroki gives them endeavor’s card (in which he stole) to let them pay for the stuff tonight LMAOO thanks i love you🥰🥰🥰

ACK MY FIRST REQUEST THANK UUU! I love getting requests ngl :) I made this into a HC hope you dont mind!

Kirishima x reader

Genre: OVER LOAD of Fluff

Word Count:

Warnings: Choatic Energy throughout

(RULES | MASTERLIST COMING SOON| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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It was the week before exams and everyone was beginning to cram big time

Everyone was in the common room, every surface covered in textbooks and notes from the semester

Izuku, Ochaco, Iida, Froppy, Ojiro, and Toru were on the training grounds practicing for the practical exams- Todoroki was studying on the couch

Momo was giving all of Bakusquad (including you) a huge study session that made all of your heads hurt (minus Bakugo- he wouldnt be caught dead studying with a bunch of ‘idiots’)

All of you were exhausted- you had been going at this since 9 in the morning at it was already close to dinner time

Kirishima had his head resting in your lap, you playing with his fire red hair as Momo rambled about Geometry, while Kaminari and Sero tried desperately to take notes as fast as Momo talked

Mina had given up an hour ago and was now standing in front of the fridge

“Ughhhhh”, she whined, “we have no fooooooood.”

“Cmon Mina we got like a hour to dinner you can wait!” Kaminari said while writing like his life depended on it (which it kinda did- he was borderline passing his classes as it was- if he failed these exams he was screwed)

“Oh be quiet Kaminari your the one who eats all the food half the time!” Mina yelled frustrated

When Mina’s hangry- she is HANGRY

“Dont blame this on me- my quirk isnt the one that depends on eating to work!”

“If your trying to imply Im the one who ate all the food then you are completely wrong!” Momo spat out at Kaminari, kinda looking hurt

“Can you all keep it down-Im trying to read,” Todoroki interjected calmly, not even looking up from his book

To be honest, all of you forgot Todorki was even in the room, so it kind of threw you all off

“Hey-why dont me and y/n just go pick up some food! The market’s not too far away” Kirishima sat up, his hair in odd angles from you combing it with your fingers

You knew what he was doing- he had zoned out too, and he just wanted a way to leave the study session, but he was too polite to actually leave it (for Momo’s sake- she got way too excited over study sessions)

You yawned, stretching from sitting for so long- “thatd be nice, Id like to stretch my legs a little.”

Kaminari shrugged, “Sure why not- not like were going anywhere, mind as well get some snacks-”

You started making a list of everything everybody wanted and it was long- Kaminari and Sero were shouting out everything fattening, from Takis to Twinkies to 2 liter sodas, Mina yelled she wanted a bunch of sweets like Pocky, Momo was a little healthier but she wanted more expensive things like sushi, and Kirishima wasnt helping since he wanted to buy everything for everybody

You two started adding up stuff in your head and you knew for sure there was no way you could pay for all this, even if everyone chipped in

You gave Kirishima a look, letting him know that this wasn't going to work- somebody had to help you two out or ask for a little less

He knew you hated to let your friends down, so he smiled, letting you know he had it under control

“Uh, guys, we cant get so much food- this is way too much and we cant buy all this- can we maybe take something off the list?” kirishima asked as Kaminari and Mina began to whine

To your surprise, Todoroki walked over and handed you something. You looked down at it seeing it was a credit card.

You gasped slightly- “No Todoroki we cant take this this is yours-”

“I dont care what you do with it or how much you charge on it,” he said calmly, “as long as it makes you all quiet.”

“Of course- thanks man, we owe you one!” Kirishima smiled, grabbing your hand, pulling you up and shuffling you out the door

“Well you were desperate to leave, huh Kiri?” you kidded as you cuddled closer to him as you both walked to the store

“Anything to spend some alone time with you princess,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head, “Also.... I think my head was starting to hurt from listening to Momo- what even is a Pythagorean theoreom?!”

Oh Kiri you poor baby

You both get to the supermarket and the cute lovey dovey Kirishima disappears

He instantly gets super excited because FOOD

And carts

“Cmon y/n they have kiddie carts!”

“Kirishima no those are for kids!” you laugh, taking the cart from him gently

“Ahhh cmon babe please!!!”

You kiss him on the cheeck- “No Kiri sorry!” (he pouts tho)

You get one of the normal carts and he instantly stands on the back and holds on to the wired basket, forcing you to push him around

You shake your head, smiling, because he looks so cute just standing there having the time of his life as you push him around

“A Thousand Miles” comes over the speakers and you both look at each other with the most shocked but happy faces ever

-30 seconds later-

Your now on the back, Kirishima is pushing your around like a maniac, has knocked you into 3 stands of food already, but you dont care because your both laughing trying to sing the lyrics

“IF I COULD FALL INTO THE SKY” Kirishima practically shouts, holding a can of whip cream like a microphone

“DO YOU THINK TIME COULD PASS ME BY!” you sing after

“BECAUSE I WOULD WALK A THOUSAND MILES JUST TO SEE YOU!” you both shout out, getting some dirty looks from a pair of old ladies at the meat section (which you could care less about)

You both look at each other and just start busting up, Kirishima taking you to the next aisle

You get to the candy section, where Kirishima is still laughing over the old ladies’ glares at you two

You kinda calmed down, going back to the task at hand, picking out all the candies Mina had asked you to get her

He then sees a bag of Life Savers

PLS TELL ME SOMEBODY REMEBERS THIS VINE

“Hey y/n-” he taps your shoulder, giggles barely being contained from him

You turn around, a grinning Kiri holding a bag of Life Savers

“Le-fes Sa-ve-airs”

You roll your eyes, giggling, “Oh my gosh Please Kiri no more vines!”

“Oh calm on vines are so awesome!” he exclaims, putting the bag of candy back in its original space

“Yes but I think we’ve annoyed enough people with our vine references”

“Only two old ladies!”

“Two old ladies that will probably get us kicked out” you laughed, giving him a kiss

“Lets just get the food so we can go back to the dorms- Im getting kind of hungry seeing all this food…”

“Wait, youre hungry?!?” he asks super concerned

“Just a little,” you shrug off, “its no big deal-”

“WAIT HERE” Kirishima practically yells, seemingly not hearing what you said and runs off

You shake your head, knowing your boyfriend too well- he could get impulsive sometimes

You got all the food and was waiting in the checkout line when you spotted Kirishima trying to balance a bunch of small, clear cups in his hands

“Are those--- samples?!” you asked, shocked that he went around the WHOLE store getting all those samples

“Yep!” he says super proud, happy he was helping his girlfriend

“Oh my gosh Kiri I love you, you know that, right?” you exclaim happily, your stomach growling as you began to eat out of one of the cups

KIRISHIMA.exe is BrOkEn

If he knew food would get you so happy he would have brought you WAY more food A LOOOOOOONG time ago

You got to the check out and the price- was- ALOT

You gulped, hoping the rumors of Todoroki being extremely rich were true

And thank the gods they were because you were able to pay for the food no problem

Then you realized- you had 10 bags full of food you had to lug back to the dorms

And it was close to a 15 minute walk

You started picking up bags, already feeling the weight of them after 3

“I got them, don't worry babe!” Kirishima gingerly took the bags from your hands and began to strap them across his arm

‘Wait Kiri no theres alot you can't hold all-”

Kirishima put a kiss on your cheek, instantly making your cheeks warm

“Its okay I can carry them!” He smiled, making your insides all fuzzy

How did you get such a cute boyfriend?

“At least let me hold 2!”

You literally had to claw two bags away from him because he refused to let you hold any because it wasnt “manly” for his girlfriend to have to hold a bunch of heavy bags by herself

The walk back was a breeze, Kirishima seemingly unbothered by the weight and you two both enjoyed the sunset coming down against the mountains

When you finally got back, all your classmates were there, everyone in their pajamas and on the floor

All the notes and books had been replaced by pillows and blankets and everyone was in their lounge or sleep wear

“Oh hey ya two love birds, you got the food!” Kaminari yelled out happily, wearing pajamas with lightning bolts on them

“Hey Pikachu,” you laughed, “and yes, we got your food,” throwing him a bag of chips (which he devoured instantly like an animal)

“Why is everyone in their pajamas?” Kirishima asked, putting the bags on the kitchen counter

Mina came over and hugged you, so happy you got her snacks as Uraraka made a pillow float in the air

“We all decided were going to hang out and build a huge pillow fort and have a sleepover!” Uraraka exclaimed excitedly, Froppy and Momo helping her place the pillows inside the fort

“Awesome!” Kirishima shouted excitedly, “Cmon, y/n, lets go get changed!”

He grabbed your hand, Kaminari and Sero making whistle sounds at you two as Kirishima pulled you up stairs

You shook your head, a blush coming on your cheeks

“When did they get so interested in us?” you asked, your face turning red from those dumb whistles

“Dont worry about them babe,” Kirishima said soflty, “their just jealous that i have somebody as amazing as you.”

BONUS

“So,” Ochaco asked, snacking on a cookie, “how were able to pay for all this food?!”

“Yeah, you guys must have spent a fortune,” Tsuyu added

“It was Todoroki,” you explained, “he was nice enough to let us pay for it on his credit card- again Todoroki, thank you for letting us pay for all this!”

Kirishima agreed, his hand wrapped around your waist, “We totally owe you a favor- if you ever need anything, come to us!”

Todoroki nodded in thanks

“Your all welcome”, he replied calmly, “but that credit card wasnt mine-”

“It was my father’s.”

You instantly choke on the soda you were sipping on, Kirishima patting your back to keep you from choking

“Wait-” you gasped out, “We SPENT 500 DOLLARS OF FOOD ON ENDEAVOR’S-PERSONAL-CREDIT CARD?!”

“WHY WOULD EVEN GIVE US THAT CARD IF IT WASN'T EVEN YOURS MAN?!” Kirishima shouts, fear evident in his voice

To say the least, the night just got 10 times more stressful as you and Kirishima were terrified that the #1 Hero was going to come and rip you to shreds for using his money to buy snacks

Requests open!!!!

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yadds · 5 years ago

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Tony Reappears, Pt 5 - Tony gains a new confidant in the form of one Peter Parker, Pepper tries to understand.

Part 1 - what would happen if Tony appeared out of nowhere to be found by Peter, who’s still haunted by Beck’s reality bending? Part 2 - Tony is in bad shape and Peter helps, Strange snarks, and Pepper gives him the kick in the pants he needs. Part 3 - Tony has come back with more than he bargained for. Part 4: Tony is Iron Man. Plus, Tony gets to go home.

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It was a Wednesday night and Tony was trying desperately to find a distraction.

He’d hit a block in his control design and was spiraling, down, down into the depths of his bitterness and guilt. He couldn’t focus on anything, head jerking up periodically as he drifted in and out of consciousness while sitting at his work table. He also couldn’t stand the thought of actually trying to sleep in this mindset.

He flung his schematic holos away, growling in frustration as he dropped his head into his hands. His eyes cut to the side to check the time. 12:15 AM. Too late to call and pester reasonable people. He sighed.

But wait. Maybe not too late for a college student.

“Fri, call-“ he cut himself off. No. What if Peter has a big exam in the morning and had just gotten to sleep? Or what if he was out actually enjoying his life? It’s not like he was just sitting around his dorm waiting for Tony to call.

“Who would you like me to call, boss?” Friday asked.

“Never mind, sweetheart. I just saw the time,” he fibbed, ”I don’t think anyone is up for a call from me right now.”

“Peter is currently taking a break from patrolling,” Friday dutifully reported. Talk about an intuitive AI.

Tony arched a brow. “Is he now? And how do you know that?”

“Karen told me,” she replied. Right, they were basically connected at the metaphorical hip now.

He mulled this information over for a minute before he bit the bullet. “Okay, old girl. Call him up,” he called, leaning back in his chair and steepling his hands over his chest.

He was weirdly nervous as he listened to the phone ring.

His heart was racing by the time Peter answered with a breathless, “Hello?”

Tony’s mouth opened but nothing came out, suddenly speechless. What was he even supposed to say? I was feeling mopey so I called someone half my age to cheer me up? What the fuck was wrong with him?

“Mr. Stark?” Peter questioned as the silence drug on. “Shit, did I hang up on you? Damn it, Karen, I thought we’d fixed that! Ughhhhh why am I this way? Well we’d better call him back before-”

Tony chuckled, nerves evaporating as his chest filled with amused affection. “No need, kid, I’m here.”

“Oh, great! Except for the fact that you definitely just heard me rambling like an idiot. Am I talking fast? I feel like I’m talking really fast.”

“Definitely fast. You good? I thought you were patrolling - you’re not doing that high are you? Don’t make me lecture you about stupid choices,” he warned teasingly.

“No, of course not! I’ve just been slinging around a lot, which gets my blood pumping and gets me kinda hyped up, you know?”

Tony nodded. “Ah, to be young and enjoy life just for the hell of it,” he said sagely.

“Don’t you get that feeling too? I mean, come on, you can fly!” Peter asked, huffing as Tony heard him sit down heavily.

“I guess I used to,” Tony said thoughtfully. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done it just for kicks, though.”

“Well you should!” Peter insisted.

Tony was quiet for a moment as he thought about it, remembering the thrill of flight the first time in his Mark II. But the idea of getting back in the suit made his chest sieze. He drew in a sharp breath before gathering himself enough to respond quietly, “I don’t know if I can.”

Peter hummed. “Yeah, I get that,” he said softly. “It took me a while, too. I always had flashbacks of...well, you know. And panic attacks. But it got better,” he offered.

Tony felt that knot in his chest loosen just slightly. It didn’t make it all better, but it did help, knowing someone else understood what he was going through and could validate it. He appreciated how Peter was so casual about it - he obviously took it seriously but it was also something totally normal and okay. But he’d known for years that Peter is much stronger than he is, and not just physically.

“Maybe,” Tony replied hesitantly, not quite as optimistic about his own mental health improvement capability. He’d been in some pretty tough spots before and come back, but this was the first time he’d died. But so had Peter and half the rest of the world, so apparently that wasn’t even particularly noteworthy.

“So, anything exciting tonight, Spiderling?” Tony asked.

Peter graciously allowed the subject change, rambling happily about stopping a mugger, walking a girl to her car who was leaving work late, playing catch with a couple kids in the park. It was amazingly relaxing, listening to Peter recounting his night, voice animated in a way that indicated wild gesticulation on the other end of the line.

It made his throat a little thick, remembering how fucking wholesome this kid was. This was the first time he’d gotten to hear this again since...before Titan, almost ten years ago. He was suddenly grateful to himself for making it possible to reverse the snap, in a way he hadn’t been able to truly appreciate until this very moment.

He realized Peter had paused, the quiet stretching before he questioned softly, “Mr. Stark? You okay?”

Tony cleared his throat. “Yeah, ‘course. Keep telling me about the- the, uh, search for the best slice of pizza in Manhattan; I’m dying to know, here.”

After another hesitation, Peter continued, detailing all the places he’d visited in the past few weeks.

Tony leaned back, closed his eyes, and smiled.

A week later found Tony standing in front of one of his suits that had made it back to the lab, kept all this time, he assumed, for sentimental reasons.

He reached out but recoiled before he could make contact, breath catching.

Shaking his head to clear it, he turned quickly and went back to his work table.

They had a schedule now. Tony spent the weekends at the cabin with the girls and occasionally picked up Morgan in the evenings after school for a few hours.

He’d finished his control protocols (now named FEMA because he was his own natural disaster), which used subdermal chips to monitor his vitals and would deploy nanites from the wristbands he now wore to restrain him in the instance of nighttime adrenaline spikes - an unfortunately common occurrence, as he was plagued by nightmares. The restraints didn’t particularly help with the nightmare situation, but they were a necessity.

He’d start out in bed with Pepper, but when she fell asleep, he felt the panic settle gradually over him until his chest felt concave with the pressure of it, breath coming shorter and shorter. So he’d roll out of bed and go down to the crude lab he had out there, usually tinkering with cars and blasting music loud enough that he’d hopefully drown out that inner voice whispering soft, hateful self-incriminations.

He’d quickly discovered that alcohol no longer had any effect on him. He also discovered, in a fit of desperation, that neither did drugs. So his faithful old friends had deserted him when he needed them the most.

So he was trying so-called “healthy coping mechanisms” now, like hard work and spending time with loved ones. Which was great, but Tony’s issues were gargantuan and he was an addict at heart; he craved any release like a starving man craved food (which he was actually quite familiar with, so he knew it was apt). He knew this, knew he came on way too strong, too needy, and was just...too much. In his attempts to not smother his people, he found himself becoming withdrawn and distant, tormented by the certainty that he’d drive them away with his clingy dependence.

Tony was terrified Pepper would remember just how inadequate he’d always been, how much his love for her, his money, his intelligence never overcame his inability to give her what she needed. He knew she still talked to Tom, and he’d never ask her to completely cut him out of her life, but it didn’t help his insecurities. He would see Pepper’s jaw clench or her eyes dart away and he’d find a way to quickly shut up and make himself scarce.

Happy would check his watch and Tony would suddenly recall an important task running in the lab he needed to check on.

Morgan, his sweet angel, would gladly hang off him until the end of time, but he knew she needed to get back to having a normal life. Well, as normal as life gets when you have a family of billionaires and superheroes.

And he also didn’t want her to see behind the curtain, to see what a weak man her father really was.

Rhodey came by when he could, but he was kept busy with his duties in DC and a new wife. Tony had done enough to damage Rhodey’s career and relationships in the past. He didn’t need to add his newest level of instability onto his friend like that.

And Peter. He never seemed annoyed by Tony’s random check-ins but also didn’t have a problem telling him when he was busy, which actually did more to allay Tony’s worries about being a nuisance than anything. Tony never found any indications from Peter that he should pull back. But he did anyway. Because, well, Peter was a goddamn blessing to the world. And if Tony could, he’d bottle him up and keep him all for himself.

So, anyway, “healthy” was...probably still not an accurate term for his coping mechanisms, shoddy as they were. But at least he wasn’t poisoning his body into an early grave. Again. Ha-fucking-ha.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter questioned one night.

“Yeah, kid?” Tony replied easily, distracted by the circuit board he was soldering while they talked.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

Tony’s brows snapped down and he automatically looked up at the screen in front of him despite the fact that this was an audio call, which was frustrating since he’d really like to see Peter’s face to see if he could tell what had brought on this madness.

“What?” He wracked his brain, trying to figure out what the hell he’d done now that made Peter feel like he’d done something wrong. He hissed as the soldering iron pressed heavily into his finger. He finally set the tool down and looked down to see the circuit board he’d been working on was ruined now. Not surprising.

“What?” he said again. “Of course not. I mean not as far as I know. What the hell are you talking about?”

Peter’s heavy sigh echoed through the lab. “I dunno, just thought maybe I’d pissed you off or done something to annoy you,” he said, too casually. Tony could perfectly imagine the shrug and eye aversion that would go with that statement.

“What?” Tony intoned again. He knew he sounded like a broken record but seriously, what? “Not at all, kid. I mean, not more than normal. Which was a joke, sorry, I can’t help myself. In all seriousness though, I’m not upset at you. Why would you even think that?”

“Okay, sorry, it’s nothing. Anyway-” Peter said quickly, trying to change the subject.

“No, no, no,” Tony interrupted. “Nuh uh. Circle back around here. I’m not letting this one go. I need to know what I’m doing that’s making you feel like that so that I can fix it.”

“No! You’re not doing anything wrong, Mr. Stark,” Peter insisted.

“Well, obviously I am. Just tell me what’s going on, kid,” Tony coaxed.

After a brief hesitation, Peter took a deep breath before responding. “You’ve just been kind of...distant, I guess. I felt like we’d been getting along so well when I was visiting and we were talking on the phone more and it was like we were...friends, you know? And it just seemed like lately you haven’t been as engaged and you’ve been calling less. But I know you’re super busy and you’ve got a lot going on and more important people to hang out with, so I’m sorry, I’m just being overly sensitive.”

Tony’s elbows fell down onto the table in front of him, hands cradling his head. Of fucking course. His idea to help spare the kid had just ended up hurting him. And how was he supposed to explain this without sounding as fucked up as he actually was?

“Mr. Stark?” Peter pressed softly.

“Yeah kid, still here. Just...give me just a minute, okay?” he replied wearily.

Tony listened to Peter’s soft breaths, the rustling of the wind, the NYC traffic far in the background over the line.

“Pete, I - fuck, I don’t know really know what to say,” he said, unable to come up with one of his usual lines. “Just know that it is definitely not your fault. I’m not tired of you or upset at you or any other bullshit you’re coming up with in that head of yours. And I don’t know what ‘more important’ people you think I’m hanging out with, but that’s definitely not the case either. I mean, hell, I think only maybe ten people are even aware I’m alive. But regardless, even if I had every single person on the planet at my disposal, you would still be one of the most important people to me. So don’t sell yourself so short.”

He heard Peter’s breath hitch slightly before he cleared his throat. “Oh. Well, okay. And, uh, same. Just so you know.”

Tony’s lips twitched in a tired smile. Despite the awkwardness of it, he knew Peter was ridiculous sincere about it. “And hey, you can always call me, too - stop making me do all the work.”

“Okay,” Peter said. “I just don’t want to bother you. Between trying to get your family back together and figure out your new body, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate, so I don’t want to be a nuisance.”

“Never,” Tony replied immediately. “Nah, kid, you’re not a nuisance. I like hearing from you. And honestly, you’re probably my best source for figuring out the physical craziness and I’m not utilizing you near enough for that.”

Peter hummed. “Okay, well just promise to let me know if you’re busy or if I’m getting to be too much.”

“Same,” Tony responded, echoing Peter’s earlier statement.

As Peter huffed a laugh, Tony felt confident enough that had been handled as much as it needed to be and launched into an explanation of his current project.

Thank God, because the moment of touchy-feely honesty was surely going to start making his skin crawl.

It became a thing: Tony calling when he was stressed and couldn’t sleep, Peter calling frustrated about classes, and everything in between. Peter realized that Tony was basically under house arrest so he’d send him pictures of random things he saw on the street - a cute dog, a weird sign, his lunch for the day, a crazy outfit someone was wearing.

More and more often, Pepper would come downstairs looking for Tony when he left their bed on the weekends to find him lounging in the lab, laughing as he talked to Peter in the middle of the night.

At first, he’d see her come in and nod and she’d smile back, relieved to see him happy and connecting with someone else.

Tonight, she was not smiling. Tony noticed her jaw clenched and eyes shuttered when he glanced at her and he frowned.

“Hey, Pete, I’m gonna have to cut this short, okay? We’ll talk later,” Tony cut in.

“Oh,” Peter said dumbly. “Uh, yeah, sure, no problem. Good night Mr. Stark!”

“Night, kid,” Tony replied before promptly hanging up.

“What’s wrong, Pep?” Tony asked, turning and giving her his full attention.

She stood in front of him, arms crossed and fingers tapping agitatedly on her opposite elbow as she battled with whether to say what she really wanted. Tony was quiet as he waited for her to decide.

“I’m trying to be understanding, Tony,” Pepper finally said. “I am. But are you ever going to be able to sleep in the same bed as me or is this going to be how it is for the rest of our lives?”

“Honestly? I have no idea. As long as I feel like you or Morgan are in danger then the answer is no.”

“Isn’t that what the FEMA protocol is for?” she asked.

“Yes, but it’s one thing to have it work in a test situation and another thing completely to trust it with your life. And I don’t. Do you think I don’t want to be able to sleep next to you?” Tony said, frustrated.

“Some days I feel like I really don’t know. You seem perfectly content to come down here and talk to Peter every night,” she said.

“Is that a problem?” Tony asked, brows furrowed. “Me talking to Peter?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know,” Pepper said, sighing, hand coming up to cover her face. “I just feel like you’re able to talk to him in a way we haven’t been able to manage and I’m...jealous,” she admitted. “And yes, I know how incredibly childish and stupid this sounds.”

“Hey,” Tony said softly, standing up and coming to grab her by the elbows and pull her close. “No, it’s not stupid at all. I get it. Mine and Peter’s relationship is easier than ours, and it’s not fair. But it’s because we have a simpler relationship - we’re not trying to juggle a romantic relationship, a parenting relationship, and a potential working relationship in addition to our friendship.”

“But it’s not just that,” Pepper said, looking up at him. “You talk to him in a way you don’t talk to me. And I never see you laugh like that with me - it’s like you’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Tony dropped his gaze, pulling back slightly. “I guess I also don’t feel like I have as much to lose with Peter.”

“Because he doesn’t mean as much to you or because you think he’s a sure thing and I’m not?” Pepper asked bluntly.

He pulled back another step, sighing as he ran his hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t say Peter necessarily means less to me. Of course he doesn’t mean more than you, he’s just important to me in a different way - like how you and Morgan and Happy are all important to me in different ways.”

“And?”

Tony didn’t want to answer the second part of that question. But Pepper was staring expectently at him, no out in sight. “What do you want me to say, Pepper?” he asked wearily.

“I want you to tell me why you always act like you’ve got one foot out the door.”

Tony grit his teeth before replying. “Because I know I’m gonna fuck this up and I still don’t really know where I stand with you. So instead of bumbling my way through it, it just seems...I don’t know, safer, I guess, to just be ready for it all to explode in my face so I’m prepared for the inevitable end.”

“You’re being a coward,” Pepper said harshly, eyes filmy and lower lip trembling.

Tony recoiled, eyes hurt and wary, but didn’t deny it. “You’re right,” he admitted softly. “But can you honestly tell me that you’re not waiting for the same thing, Pep?”

She immediately started shaking her head. “No, of course I’m not! I…” but she trailed off.

“I see it,” Tony cut in before she could gather herself. “I see how you’re always waiting for me to disappoint, bracing yourself for how to deal with it and make this work. I’ve always admired your problem-solving abilities, honey, but this shouldn’t have to be something that you grit your teeth and push through just to get it done. I don’t want to be another chore.”

Pepper shut her eyes tight, brow scrunched in pain briefly before she opened them again. She sniffled quietly, a tear tracking slowly down her left cheek as the rest of her face remained stoic.

As the silence drew out, she sighed, shoulders slumping. “Maybe that’s true. And I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”

Tony shrugged in response, scuffing his foot across the floor.

“But I still want to work on this, on us,” she said.

“Me too, honey,” Tony murmured, stepping back into her space.

Pepper smiled tremulously, reaching out and twining her fingers behind his neck. “So come to bed,” she coaxed.

Tony stiffened, shaking his head. But as he opened his mouth, she put her finger to his lips, smile turning coy. “Beds aren’t just for sleeping, Tony.”

Eyes widening, Tony blinked helplessly for several seconds before gathering her in his arms and bolting for the main house, Pepper screeching in laughter on the way.

It was wonderful.

The closeness, the intimacy, was everything he’d craved, miles of warm, smooth skin against his own. He trembled violently, overwhelmed, skin soaking up the contact it had been deprived of for so, so long.

It was beautiful.

His hands glided over every inch of her, worshiping her body until she’d pulled him back up impatiently. He sank into her, warmth that permeated through him, down to his bones.

It was earth-shattering.

As she came apart beneath him and he reached his peak, he felt his blood surge, hands flying to the headboard to brace himself. Groaning deeply, his hips jolted forward and the headboard exploded in his grip.

It was terrible.

Chest heaving, he looked down and froze, seeing her wide eyes staring up at him, splintered shards of wood in her hair. He scrambled backwards, all that glorious warmth turned to ice in his veins. Despite her rushed assurances, he stumbled out of the room.

It was never happening again.

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So I ended up having to split up this update. Because I seem to have a major problem with not having an ending that’s depressing.

I’ve got a pretty good chunk of the next part written (look forward to Peter visiting Tony but everything still being frustratingly sweet and platonic, and a brief return mention of badass/scary!Peter) so hopefully the delay between updates will be shorter buuuuut no guarantees. Kids, y’all, they are a major time and energy suck - but they’re worth it because I love them :)

taglist: @marvelobsessedrat, @dim-ships-johnlock, @starkerstories @t1of3 @consciencecoward @peachbabytarte

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hellogoodbye741 · 5 years ago

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Hi.. Can you do an IronHawk? I love them together.. Maybe high school AU? Thanks

Sorry, this took so long, my writing muse has been in the john for the last two years ngl.

Hope you like it! Read it here at: Don’t Know Much Bout Biology or under the cut

DAY ONE:

“New year, new school, new me,” Clint muttered to himself over and over as he walked towards the entrance of SHIELD High. “New year, new school, new- aw fuck, I’m so screwed.”

Clint came to a stop right at the doors and looked up at the huge lettering that sat close to the top of the building. “SHIELD High School. A school of Excellence.” Hawk sighed as he rubbed his forehead. “What am I even doing here, man.��

Clint Barton was a 16-year-old circus brat who had thought his education experience would be one of 20-year-old textbooks from Texas, and teachers who did tricks for a living. But here he was, at one of the best schools in the country. All because some Vice Prinicipal saw his act, and thought he would be a great addition to their archery team.

“Ohhh I can’t do this” Hawk said as he felt panic set in. Clint wasn’t a ‘school’ person. He hadn’t even stepped into a school building in almost ten years, not since Barney had dragged him out of the orphanage one night to ran away to the circus.

Yet here he was… This wasn’t going to end well.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Tony said as Jarvis parked the limo.

“I’m not sir, you know I don’t kid”

Tony groaned as he looked at the high school in front of him. “But Jarvis, I’m already waaay too smart for high school! I went to MIT for christ’s sake!”

Jarvis turned and looked over at Tony. “Master Tony, we all know about your timed at MIT. But your father insists, and so do I, that a little… socialization with children your own age would be good for you.”

“I don’t need to socialize, I have Rhodey.”

“Who just got shipped off to Afghanistan, and won’t be back for a year. Also, Rhodey is 10 years your senior and treats you like a little brother. What would be wrong with having friends your own age?”

“Nobody my age gets me Jarv.”

Jarvis sighed. “One semester is your father’s deal if you want to start working in the shop.”

Tony groaned, “One semester??? How about three weeks.”

“One semester.”

“A month.”

“Two semesters.“

“One semester it is, see you at three Jarv.”

Jarvis smiled and handed Tony a box. Tony gave it a look.

“I packed you a lunch, your favorite.”

Tony narrowed his eyes, “My favorite when who’s around.”

Jarvis winked, “Me, Anna, and Peggy.”

Tony fist-pumped, “Sweet PB&J.”

“Alright, first bell will be sounding soon. Your schedule is in your bag. Go on now. Shoo.”

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah okay I’m going.”

“Don’t start any fires!”

Tony waved a hand, “No promises!”

Clint sat in silence with the Principal and Vice-Principal, his knee bouncing harder and harder the more anxious he got.

“Don’t worry Clint,” Vice Principal Coulson said with a smile. “We’re just waiting for the other new student to arrive.”

The Principal, Fury, snorted. “Student my ass”

Coulson kept the serene smile on his face, so Clint took that as a signal to pretend like he didn’t hear what he just had.

It was another few agonizing minutes later when the door finally opened, and a small dark-headed boy entered the room. “Sorry I’m late, I got lost and didn’t want to be here.”

“That’s fine Mr. Stark, please sit down next to Clint.”

The boy grimaced, “Please call me Tony. Mr. Stark is my old man” and sat down next to Clint. The boy smiled and stuck his hand out, “Tony Stark. Pleased to meet ya”

Clint blinked, but slowly reached out and shook the other boy’s hand. “Uh, Clint… Clint Barton. Nice to meet you too”

Tony nodded and released Clint’s hand, “So we got that out of the way. Why are we here?”

VP Coulson leaned back in his seat. “Since you both are new to the school, we decided that we wanted to cover the basics of our program here before we send you out to classes.”

Tony sighed, leaned over to Clint, and whispered: “Wake me up when they’re finished, kay?”

Clint blinked again, unsure on how to respond.

“I’ll take that as a yes”

Clint rushed out of the office 30 minutes later, more certain of his inevitable downfall than ever. So many expectations were on his head, both academically and athletically.

“I am so screwed” He whispered to himself.

“No, I’m screwed, you’re fine.”

Clint jumped and looked back to the other new kid as he exited the office as well. “Huh?”

The kid, Tony, waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it. Lemme see your schedule”

Clint tipped his head, “Why?”

“Because if I’m forced to be here, I’d rather share some classes with people I know. Gimme” Tony made ‘gimme hands,’ and Clint reluctantly handed over his class schedule.

Tony quickly skimmed it and made a face. “Well how about. 6 out 7 classes ain’t bad. New school buddies for the win”

“You’re weird” Clint said before he could stop himself.

Tony just smiled and handed back Clint’s schedule. “I know, you’ll learn to love it. Let’s head to class”

Clint tucked the schedule into his backpack, “Is that one we have together?”

“Yep”

“What is it”

Tony turned and winked at Clint, “Chemistry.”

DAY TWO:

“So you’re the new kid?” A red-headed girl asked as Clint stood at his locker.

“Uhm... Yes? At least one of them anyway.”

The girl nodded, “Natasha.”

Clint slowly closed his locker, “Clint.... Nice to meet you?”

Natasha nodded, “You’ll eat with us at lunch. Don’t be late”

Clint opened his mouth to respond, but Natasha walked off before he could say anything.

“What”

Tony plopped down at the desk next to Clint’s and leaned against Clint’s shoulder. “Ughhhhh I’m so bored.”

Clint, unused to this sort of touching, awkwardly petted Tony’s hair. “Uhm... There, there.”

Tony snorted, “Thanks for trying bud. You sound like my father... I hate this place, I already know everything.”

“I’m sorry you’re smart?”

“I appreciate it. Anyway, anything new going on in your life since last period?”

“Some girl told me I’m sitting with her at lunch?”

Tony jerked up in his seat, “Red hair?”

“Yes?”

“Looks like we’re twinsies again, I’m being forced to.”

Clint nodded, “Okay so the girl collects new kids then. Cool cool cool cool”

“Are you panicking? You sound like you’re panicking”

“A little?”

“Hey it’s just lunch. Maybe we’ll make more friends and everything will be fine.”

Clint grimaced, “I don’t know how to socialize.”

Tony smiled and patted Clint’s shoulder. “I’ll do the talking, you just sit there and look cute.”

“Thank you... I think”

Clint was dragged into the cafeteria two hours later by Tony. “Come on, Merida! If I’m being forced to make friends my own age, so are you.”

“Did you just call me Merida?”

“Of course. You both do archery, right?”

“... I’m gonna ignore that.”

“Why are you booing me, I’m right”

Clint grimaced, “Why did I allow you to become my friend?”

“Because I’m special. Let’s go and find the scary red-haired girl”

“You found her”

Both Tony and Clint gave a small yelp as Natasha suddenly appeared behind them.

“Jesus Red, don’t do that to us”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Come on. Our table is this way.”

Clint and Tony looked at each other, but quickly followed her to the table.

“Clint and Tony, sit down. Let me do the introductions.”

They both sat down.

Natasha smiled, “Everyone - this is Clint and Tony. The new kids”

The full group at the table waved at the pair, they waved back slowly.

“Okay first is Steve,” A muscular blonde waved. “Next is Bucky, his beau.” A muscular brunet with a permanent resting bitch gave a nod. Clint and Tony nodded back.

“Next we have Sam Wilson,” A black boy boy with shades and a goatee gave them a wave.

“Then there are the twins, Wanda and Pietro.” A boy and girl at the end of the table waved quickly before going back to their conversation.

“Okay after them we have Scott.... Scott, wake up!” Clint and Tony startled when a boy climbed out from underneath the table.

“Sup”

“Sup” Clint and Tony said quietly.

“Okay who do we have next... Ah, Little Peter. Late again”

“Sorry guys, I got stuck in the science lab because the teacher wanted me to go over this one scientific principle i brought up with him about the multiverse theory, you know the one I told you guys about? I was trying to explain in detail exactly what, oh hi new kids, exactly what-”

“Peter, peter, please take a deep breath you’re rambling.”

The younger boy, Peter, blushed. “Sorry”

“Hey kid, I love the multiverse theory. Ramble away” Tony said with a smile.

Peter’s eyes lit up.

“Uh oh, you just set yourself up for the talk of a century.” Sam said with a laugh.

“I’m game kid”

Peter grinned and began his ramble again, Tony listening diligently.

Clint tried to pay attention, but eventually tuned out from the conversation.

“Hey”

Clint blinked and looked around.

“Over here dingus”

Clint turned and spotted and black haired girl waving at him from a nearby table.

“Uh... yes?”

“Are you Clint?”

“Yeah that’s me.”

The girl smiled and stuck out her hand, “I’m Kate. Welcome to the archery team.”

Clint smiled and shook her hand, “Glad to be apart of it.... Though not sure how good my technique is, I’m self taught.”

Kate waved her hand, “Technique schmenique. If you can hit the target you’re better than the rest of the team. They all suck”

Clint laughed, “Well hopefully I’m better than suck“

“I’ll be the judge of that. See you on the green at 3!”

“See you then.”

Clint turned back around to find Tony smiling at him. “What?”

“You made a friend without being forced! Good for you Glen coco”

“I don’t understand that reference.”

“Oh dear god, you poor boy.” Tony turned and looked at the group. “Anyone wanna come help me destroy my father’s mansion and show Clint Mean Girls for the first time in the process”

The huge group all shouted positive exclamations, shocking Clint in their fervor to both destroy property and show him a movie he never knew existed.

“Okay... I guess I’m in too... But it has to be after Archery practice”

Tony waved a hand, “No problemo mi amor. I never do anything before 7 pm anyway”

Clint just sighed but didn’t say anything. It wasn’t the weirdest thing Tony had said to him in the two days they have known each other, and he knew he was gonna hear weirder at some point in the future.

DAY 10

“Tony, no”

“Tony, yes”

Clint sighed and rubbed at his forehead. “I am not pretending to be your boyfriend for funsies”

“Who said it was for funsies?”

Clint rolled his eyes and pushed at Tony’s shoulder. “Stop playing around.”

“Hahahayeahthatsmeplayingaround.” Tony said quickly, “See you in class.”

“Okay weirdo, see you then.”

DAY 20

“Soooo...”

Clint turned and looked at Kate and raised an eyebrow. “So?”

“Soooo when are you and Tony gonna go on a date?”

Clint blinked, “Huh?”

“Dude you and Tony are in love, go on a date.”

Clint rolled his eyes, “Kate you’re drinking the crazy juice. Tony and I are definitely not in love...”

Kate snorted, “Blind as a bat”

DAY 30

“Tony I swear to god if you don’t just tell him you want to date him, I will!”

Tony groaned and slammed his head down on the table. “Red you’re killing me. Don’t you think I’ve tried??? He’s an oblivious, adorable, moron!!”

Bucky patted Tony’s shoulder. “As someone who had to deal with Steve’s oblivious dumbass for 16 years, I feel. I can also help”

Tony raised his head up, “You can?”

Bucky shrugged, “Well I can try”

“That’s all I can ask for really”

DAY 40

“He really is a dumbass” Bucky said with an exasperated sigh.

“See?? I told you!” Tony practically shouted as he paced back and forth. “I have literally tried everything to get him to notice me as more than a friend.”

“There’s gotta be something, I mean Jesus”

Tony grimaced, “Is there though? Cause I can’t think of anything.”

“Maybe we can help”

Tony looked over and spotted Natasha and Clint’s friend, Kate. “You have an idea we haven’t tried?”

Kate and Natasha looked at each other and smiled. “Just leave it to us, okay?”

Day 50

Clint frowned, “But why do I have to wear the blind fold?”

“Because I said so, keep moving” Kate said with a huff as she maneuvered Clint back and forth.

“But what’s going on? You wouldn’t tell me shit”

“It’s a surprise, okay?”

“I’m not sure I like surprises”

“You’ll like this one, okay? Now shut up”

Clint huffed and continued to allow Kate to manhandle him.

“Are we there yet?” Clint asked 5 minutes later.

“Not quite, be patient you heathen.”

“Did you just call me a heathen? You uncultur-”

“Okay, we’re here! Take your blind fold off”

Clint sighed and ripped off the blindfold, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light.”Where am I?”

“Look!”

Clint spun to where Kate was pointing, and gasped. They had walked all the way out to the archery field, and standing in a line were several targets in a line, each with a different letter on then spelled out in arrows. Clint could see the rest of their newfound crew in the background watching.

‘DATE ME’

At the end of the line was Tony with a bunch of fledglings in his hand. Clint’s head tipped to the side and he let out a little laugh. “Oh Tony”

Tony gave him a huge smiled, “Oh Tony what?”

Clint laughed, “I can’t believe what a prankster you are. Such trouble for a laugh! ‘Date me,’ I love it! And you got everyone else involved too”

Tony’s face dropped and he looked over at the crowd in astonishment. Everyone else looked shocked too.

“Oh my god, you’re an idiot” Kate whispered.

“What? What do you mean I’m an idiot.”

Kate gripped Clint by the shoulders. “Clint, this isn’t a prank. It’s real. Tony LIKES you, and wants to take you on a real date!!!”

Clint frowned, “What? That’s crazy. Tony totally thinks us as just friends.”

Kate dropped her hands, “Okay. New question... If Tony didn’t think of you as just a friend, and actually asked you on a date. What would you say?”

Clint shook his head, “That’ll never happen.”

“Why do you think so?”

“I’m not boyfriend material. Tony knows that, that’s why he’s joking about it.”

“Why are you not boyfriend material?”

“Because I’m a hot garbage can fire and nobody can love me past those flaws?”

“Tony can you big dingus, he’s even more of a hot mess than you!!”

Clint gave her a look, “Tony hasn’t been joking?”

“No!!!”

“He really wants to date me?”

“Yes!”

“Like legit?”

“YES” Everyone shouted, including Tony.

Clint turned and gave Tony a sheepish look. “Uhm... sorry?”

Tony sighed, “Apology accepted... and?”

“And?”

“AND YES OR NO LEGOLAS”

“Oh, yeah. I would love to go on a date”

Tony gave a loud whoop and ran towards Clint. “FINALLY! HE SAID YES!!”

Clint blushed as all of their friends began to cheer in the background.

“Was I really that much of an idiot?” Clint asked when Tony got closer.

“Even more than you know” Tony said with a smile before jerking forward and planting on kiss on Clint’s lips.

Clint let out a muted ‘oof,’ but gladly kissed Tony back.

The kiss lasted a good minute before Tony pulled back. “Best. Semester. Ever”

Clint laughed and pulled Tony back in for another kiss.

DAY 75

Clint’s leg bounced as he waited outside the principal’s office. He had been waiting for almost an hour, and he was getting more nervous by the second.

Finally, the door opened.

Clint jumped to his feet and rushed towards Tony. “So????”

Tony smiled, “I’m staying.”

Clint let out a loud whoop and jumped into Tony’s arms. Tony laughed and hugged Clint back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Wow, it’s like you like me or something.”

“Well who wouldn’t like a boyfriend like you, hmm?”

Tony just shook his head. “Come on, we’re gonna be late for class.”

“What class?”

“Chemistry”

#clint barton #tony stark #edwin jarvis #phil coulson #nick fury #peter parker #natasha romanova #steve rogers #bucky barnes #rhodey #sam wilson #Wanda Maximoff #Pietro Maximoff #Scott Lang #IronHawk #HawkIron #fan fic #ao3 #fic req

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staliasjeronica · 6 years ago

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Riverdale 3.16 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- TBH Hermione does have a point. After what happened to Midge in Carrie… you go for this musical? But whatever Cheryl wanted it and she’s going to get it because THAT’S MY FUCKING BABY OKAY

- THE OPENING IS KEVIN AND A SOLO THIS IS ALL I EVER NEEDED! Also why does his voice/this remind me of Winn from Supergirl???

- Why does the girl in the background look just like Midge??? That’s—

- What the fuck is that choreography tho sksksksks

- MY GIRL VERONICA ❤️❤️❤️ She’s so sad about her and Reggie breaking up catch me CRYING

- ARCHOSIE AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW BITCHHHHHHH

- I hate to admit that that tiny bughead peck was kinda c*te

- “Why did I hit him?” bitch… who? Also Reggie wondering why he’s a creep I’m—what? he’s changed wtf I don’t see how he’s a creep/why he was a douchebag but alright

- SWANGS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ALSO I PAUSED AND ARCHIE LOOKS LIKE FRED IM CRYING

- “Are all of you this miserable?” well… yeah… they can never be kids because your bitch ass husband’s plot is being dragged on that it’s boring now so like… yeah… and now they’re being manipulated by a stupid ass tree so ummm

- “She was a real mess after her breakup with Toni” no 😭😭 but love that they literally broke them up just to base the musical around it like… seriously? lol alright at least I know they get back together because they’re the top and only few healthiest couples on the show so

- TONI AND THE POISONS.

- First off… Reggie shoving Fangs and calling him a geek…? Okay… BUT HIM SHOVING SWEET PEA INTO CHERYL BITCH!!!! Cher calling my boy a pervert I’m sad I want them to be boss ass bitch friends like that’s all I need!!

- OMG JORDAN’S VOICE “WHAT DID I EVER DO TO THEM?” literally just choke me bye

- Betty I get that you automatically hate his choice for making Evelyn co-director but uhhhh he directed the last one with Fangs so your sentence is plain wrong lol

- Poor baby Fangs, the trauma of Midge he never got to really address because last time he was accused of her murder and then almost killed himself so like he never had time to mourn I’m—lmao did Kevin just say no to that or like was he being like “no bitch we’re going to talk about Midge fuck your trauma”

- SP’s pettiness love it. “STRAIGHT” reggie neither you or Archie are straight but cool

- LET CHERYL SAY FUCK 2K19

- This is why they were all lying down? That’s… weird but okay. ALSO I hate agreeing with Betty that this entire thing was to recruit people into the farm :( it’s weird because mostly what Betty does is annoying but this season she’s been mostly okay.

- MY CHONI HEART JUST GOT SHOT

- BITCH SKSKSKS “ARE WE GONNA HAVE A PROBLEM?”

- SKSKSK WHAT WAS THE REASON FOR THAT HAIR WHIP SOUND EFFECT

- “SHUT UP TONI” MY—CHERYL JUST PUSHED HER NO

- Evelyn… leave SP’s solo alone :( he deserves this. HE’S LITERALLY A LEAD TOO

- Betty, one of the main’s in the play, is telling Evelyn this musical is for recruitment. Then why tf are you in it Betty

- FP being dismissive of Jughead and how much he cares about the trailer? Smells fishy…

- Poor Veronica. like yeah her dad is a cunt but like it’s her parents… my poor baby

- So what if he knows? He’s doing illegal shit, it doesn’t fucking matter??? He’s such a whiny pissbaby

- SP BEING ALL CUTE AND SHIT. LMAO “YOU NEED A JELLO-O SHOT” SKSKS WE NEED MORE CUTE HAPPY SP PLEASE AND THANKS

- Veggie… is hot… I love them and want them back together :(

- oH NO SP SAW ARCHOSIE MY BOY IS SO SAD

- TONI AND THE POISONS YESSSSS

- whO THE FUCK IS SITTING IN THE TUB ALICE WAS ALMOST DROWNED IN

- VEGGIE. VERONICA LOOKS SO GOOD UGH I LOVE THEM. Stop with the “Endgame” not only because ew but because she’s said that to Archie and that may be… triggering.

- Did Evelyn just give Kevin a spiked brownie…

- Evelyn you sneaky bitch… I know this is what brings Kangs together but I didn’t want it like this!!!

- FANGS… wow an actual line that provides insight into his life? Mmhm

- That almost smile Fangs gave… was cute… but I’m not here for this recruitment.

- SP IS A PETTY BITCH SKSKSKS like that’s bad but like… shit I can’t wait for SP to rage and save his best friend from a stupid ass cult

- “That is what we in the theater call a breakthrough” um I assume you’ve never been in theater but also I don’t think that’s correct…

- ALSO ALL THIS BERONICA IS SO SWEET I MISS THEM. Still, though, Betty needs to apologize for all of the shit she’s done and said to Veronica

- “He’s a real class act, that Sweet Pea…” girl he has every right to be upset though. I mean he shouldn’t have outed your relationship. Also, the definition of “class act” is a person or thing displaying impressive and stylish excellence so like is that supposed to be an insult…?

- Reggie is so good ughhhhh 😻😻

- Evelyn go away you shady bitch. Also what’s the point of getting mad at Toni for wearing red? lol

- DEAD GIRL WALKING BITCHH I LOVE THIS. OH MY GOD PEACHES? THIS IS THE SCENE? SHE JUST CAME ONTO PEACHES. NOW SWEET PEA. THIS IS THE SCENE. Also Jordan’s voice… choke me! ALSO I love how he’s down with it though? Like I’m guessing this isn’t him and Toni’s first thing… but why are they doing this threesome on the stage lmaooooo

- SKSKKSKS PEACHES AND PEA (MMHM why does that sound nice… she beat him up nooo) LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE “THIS BITCH MADE US UNDRESS AND THEN LEAVES” like thank GOD because Choni but still

- NO ONE CAN TELL ME DIFFERENTLY, SP LIKES TO BE BOSSED AROUND. HE’S A SUBMISSIVE. The way Toni pointed and he just followed? He loves being bossed around bye my story Unholy is correct thank you and goodbye

- GOTTA ADMIT THE “can I borrow your camera?” WAS CUTE OKAY

- OH THIS IS WHERE KANGS GETS LIKE MARRIED LMAO I’ve wanted Kangs (less than Swangs yeah but whatever) BUT NOT LIKE THIS. ALSO DREW’S VOICE FUCK MEEEEE. the kiss 😭❤️ aLSO WOULDN’T IT BE EASIER TO TAKE A VIDEO BETTY LOL

- Archie practicing his moves looks so weird when it’s not on a punching bag or anything like—

- Archosie uwu THIS DUET FUCK ME UPPPPP THIS IS SO CUTE. JOSIE’S ABS FUCKKKK

- Did Betty seriously think that her taking that picture would work??? Should’ve taken a video but mmhm

- How did Toni get in. I feel like Cheryl would have immediately taken her key. BUT ALSO THE HEATHER’S REFERENCE. AND CHONI. UGH CHERYL’S ABOUT TO CRY STOP STOP STOP!!! Literally this scene proves that Choni is the HEALTHIEST couple on this show like they ACTUALLY took time to talk through their shit (kinda, not the full thing but the start of it at least)

- Did… Jughead just call the Ghoulies/Serpents tonsils??????????

- “… the longing for what they’ve lost” *Swosie looks at one another KNOWING this bitch did this on purpose* COLE SINGING OMFG this really irks me that Bughead has actually been kinda cute on this episode? CHONI BITCH YES. NEVERMIND BUGHEAD GO AWAY I JUST WANT MY TWO QUEENS

- Also if this doesn’t include Swosie… why were they given the sheets and shit from Kevin and whatnot? This is evil. But this proves that Bughead COULD be cute and healthy if they weren’t these annoying little shit heads that they are now like let them be kids and normal and not shitty people… it’s not that hard.

- Betty… I was about to say that you telling him to not let his emotions get the best of him was actually a good idea but then you suggested burning down his fucking trailer. I get it, you’re a Blossom, but chill the fuck out. You ALMOST had a good idea and weren’t being stupid… but now you ruined it.

- Boo fucking hoo your wife tried to kill you Hiram

- So now that even Hiram says that there’s no family anymore… can he let her and Archie (bc come on that all can’t go away with some words and a handshake/mutual agreement) the fuck go? ALSO POOR VERONICA

- OH THIS IS THE SONG EVERYONE WAS PRAISING LAST NIGHT. CAMI IS SUCH A GREAT ACTOR WE LOVE AND STAN A QUEEN!!!

- First of all… SP saying hi to Evelyn… not sure how I feel about that. SECOND OF ALL FANGS IS THE CUTEST BYE

- THE BLOT THING IS SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

- Bughead really get off to violence and shit huh… that’s… weird. But sure.

- why is Betty wearing the crown sweater it looks so weird idk why and Jughead looks so out of place lol

- SWEET PEA GETTING INTO IT IN THE BACK SHITTTTTTT

- Oh this cult clap is creepy… why… that’s so weird stop. Also it’s not like other people to not join in on the clapping but alright

#Riverdale #Riverdale Heathers #Riverdale 3.16 #Veronica Lodge #Jughead Jones #Archie Andrews #Betty Cooper #Sweet Pea #Fangs Fogarty #Cheryl Blossom #Toni Topaz #Kevin Keller #Evelyn Evernever #Swangs #Jeronica #Vughead #Barchie #Kangs

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