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brelione · 4 years ago

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Neverland (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Warnings:Mentions of death,suicide,depression,probably a lot of spelling errors,has the possibility of making you cry. :)

This is really bad because I have not slept in 28 hours and I was bored :)

You had said over and over again from the age of 8 that all you wanted to do was go to neverland.It was right after your parents died in a drowning accident that you had become so obsessed with the idea.Neverland was the perfect place where children who simply didnt belong in the real world went to feel wanted.Neverland was where you belonged.You used to pray to any god there was that someday Peter Pan would come to your window and take you away.It never happened though.When you became friends with the pogues at age 14 you felt a bit better.You had met JJ Maybank,the boy of pure chaos and crackhead energy.He was always doing something illegal or doing something he shouldnt be.He was many things and loyal,sweet and kind were some of them.He acted like a lost boy,not caring about the consequences to his actions and living in the moment.

You would sit together on John.B’s roof and complain about life.

“You ever wonder why we’re so fucked up?”You asked.He shrugged,laying down with his arms over his chest.You tucked your hair behind your ears,looking up at the sky and staring at the second star to the right. “Hey,JJ?”You asked.He hummed,watching you stare up at the sky with a sad expression.He had noticed things no one else had about you.How your eyes were always a little pink,the way your laugh was never completely genuine,the way you hid your emotions from everyone because you didnt want to overwhelm anyone.He had always gone out of his way to do nice things for you.He’d made you a bracelet with your name on it that you had worn everyday until the beads had faded and the letters were hardly there.You still wore it.

He remembered your favorite type of poptart and would steal you some when he went to a large supermarket.You had always told him not to steal from independent businesses and if he were to steal from anywhere to steal from a store that had multiple locations because it didnt matter if they lost $2.He tried to show affection,hugging you or attempting to hold your hand.You never accepted it,shrinking under his touch.He wanted you to feel loved and appreciated but no matter how he tried the message just wouldnt get through to you. “If I ever go missing,just know that I probably went to neverland.”You spoke quietly.He sat sat up,frowning. “What?”He asked.You sighed. “I dont like it here.I wanna leave.Im gonna leave eventually so when I do you’ll know where to find me.”You avoided his gaze,staring up at the star.

He scooted himself forward so he was next to you. “Why dont you like it here?”He asked.You sighed,looking at him. “I dont belong here,you know?Everything just feels wrong and I feel guilty all the time because I know I should be grateful that im alive and healthy but I just want to give up.I just fuck things up and I dont wanna do it anymore.”You mumbled,feet dangling off the edge of the roof.He went to grab your hand,sliding his warm large hand over your cold small one.You let him,your fingers curling around his hand. “You do belong here,though.You belong with the pogues and we all love you.You know we love you,right?”He asked.You shrugged. “I dont really belong with you guys.Kiara felt bad for me so she dragged me into this.You dont really love me,you’re just saying that to keep me here.”You looked up at him.

His pupils were large,lips open like he was trying to form words.He was concerned for you,having the urge to pull you away from the side of the roof.You just grinned. “Its okay to admit it,JJ.I know its true.”You smiled.He shook his head. “No.No its not.What am I gonna do when you’re in neverland?Who’s gonna stop me from stealing from independent businesses?”He asked.You just huffed. “Pope will.”You replied.He shook his head,gulping. “No,no.Pope doesnt care about that stuff like you do-you’re the only one who can stop me from stealing pop tarts.”He replied,voice squeaking a bit.You rubbed circles on his hand with your thumb. “Its okay,JJ.Everything is fine.”You spoke softly.He shook his head. “You’re really scaring me right now...please just stay here with me.Please.”He whispered.

You bit the inside of your cheek,taking your hand away from his.You hesitantly leaned forward,hugging him.Your body heat against him was calming.He was nervous to hug you back,not wanting you to pull away from him.He slowly raised his arms,pulling you closer to him. “Dont stress,JJ.Everything is okay.”You whispered.He sniffled. “I just want you to be happy...what will make you happy?”He asked,blinking away the tears.You ran your hand through his hair,your finger tips scratching his scalp lightly as you twirled your fingers. “Shhh...JJ,honey,you’ve got to calm down.”You whispered.He let out a small squeak,biting down on his lip as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “Please dont leave...please.”He sobbed.The guilt ran through you,knowing you had caused JJ to be this upset with himself.You didnt say anything,you just continued to run your fingers through his hair.He felt his whole body heating up.His lips always got really hot and red when he cried,he didnt really know why.He moved,kissing your forehead lightly.The heat against your cool forehead made a shiver run down your spine. “JJ,look at me.”You whispered,lifting up his chin.He looked up at you,more tears falling from his eyes.He sniffled,staring into your eyes.

He leaned forward,kissing you lightly.You pulled away after a few moments,forehead still against his. “It’s three in the morning,if we want any energy tomorrow we should probably sleep.”You mumbled quietly.He frowned. “You’ll still be here when I wake up,right?”He asked.You nodded.He couldnt believe he was scared of you leaving to go to neverland.He didnt know if that was really what he was scared of though.In all honesty he was absolutely terrified you’d kill yourself or something.After that night JJ had always tried to stay close to you.He always wanted to be touching you in some way,holding your hand or having his arm around your waist.He stole you more poptarts,telling you where he’d gotten them from before you even asked.

He’d text you every morning when you two couldnt spend the day together and he’d call you at least three times a day.Everytime you didnt answer he’d feel his heart speed up anxiously.You’d always text him when you didnt answer,telling him that you were busy and that you’d call him later.Sometimes you didnt have the energy to answer his texts but he’d feel better seeing that you had at least read them.But one day you didnt answer his calls.He waited for a text from you to explain why you hadnt answered.He tried to convince himself that maybe you were in the shower or taking a nap or maybe out for a swim.He knew you werent.You’d always text him before you went out for a swim or took a shower.You always said the same thing. “Im hopping in the shower so dont get scared if I dont answer.Love you.”.He hadnt received that text yet.

He had bit his nails as he sat in the hammock. “Are you okay?You seem stressed.”Pope looked over at him.JJ gulped. “Im just scared about (Y/N).She’s not answering me and I dont know what to do.”He had explained.Kiara frowned. “Are you guys fighting?”She asked.JJ shook his head. “She hasnt read my texts and I checked when she was last active on instagram and it says three days ago.I dont wanna go to her house because I dont wanna seem clingy but she’s really starting to scare me.”He tapped his foot on the grass.Kiara nodded. “Maybe her phone is broken.”She shrugged.He shook his head. “I dont know.I have a bad feeling.”He frowned. “So lets take the boat and go check on her.”Pope sat up from the porch couch.John.B was at Sarah’s and he would understand why they were taking the boat.Pope drove,going through the water as fast as the boat allowed until they were at the dock in your backyard.

JJ hopped out,going to your back door and knocking on the wood.He tried calling again,hearing your phone ring from somewhere in the house.He reached over to the windowsill,moving the painted rock you kept there and grabbing the key.Kiara and Pope were close behind him,starting to become anxious as well.He turned the key in the door,opening it with such force that the door knob smacked against the side of your house.He walked in,calling your name.He approached your bathroom,his hands shaking as he reached for the door knob.He told himself he was being ridiculous,opening the door.He turned on the light,wincing and hoping that you werent there.You werent,but your phone was. “(Y/N)!”Kiara shouted,going into your bedroom.Your blankets and sheets were messy,pillows thrown around.The window was wide open,your dresser knocked over. “JJ!”She shouted.He sprinted through the house,catching himself on your door frame.His breath hitched in his throat.There was no way.

There was no fucking way that you had actually left.That wasnt possible.Peter Pan wasnt real.But robbers were.Maybe someone had broken into your window and kidnapped you.That theory didnt make sense either because nothing had been missing and you always kept your bedroom window locked.You promised you wouldnt leave him.Maybe you had been forced to leave.He had to figure it out.He had to have you back.

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gothamdad · 4 years ago

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THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS PART ONE: CINEMATIC WRONGS AND ANALYSIS COMMENTARY

DO NOT REBLOG.

This is going to be a bullet point list of incidents that occur in the movie, and will either have my general commentary or an analysis of what makes the scene terrible (or in some rare cases, good). TRIGGERS FOR SUICIDE, MENTAL HEALTH, AND DYSMORPHIA

-bruce trying to kill himself in the beginning of the movie.

Hes reckless, and willing to risk his life, but not suicidal. But he just purposefully gets into a wreck at 2 minutes into the movie?? for no reason??? theres literally no reason for it other than it being angsty bc they COULDVE started the movie with the mutants doing crime, as the next scene cuts right into it and the following news reports

-"This reporter hopes that wherever he is, hes enjoying a toast with good friends" said when its the anniversary of batman’s disappearance

this is stupid I hate this movie. You're telling me Gotham forgives Batman for just disappearing on them? DID THAT NOT HAPPEN IN NML AND EVERYONE GOT PISSED??? Like everyone in this movie seems to have forgot he abandoned the city. Not to mention, and I'm gonna go off on a tangent here, bruce will be batman for as long as he lives. He calls himself batman in his mind even when hes retired. He believes that Bruce wayne is the mask. His whole identity is batman. Saying that hed quit because of jason is not only stupid because it implies Jason's death isnt just as important as his parents, but shows that any tragedy is enough to permanently knock him down. And as if the league, or the family, would have let him give up. Anyway the whole reason the retirement in batman beyond works is because it shows bruce was going to fight until he literally died on the spot, but instead he pointed a gun, didn't even use it, just pointed it, and he realized he wasnt fit to HONOR batman anymore. He broke the rule. And he doesnt deserve to wear the mantle. This is so good because 1) bruce still wants to be batman and 2) it doesnt imply that he gave up at all, and at this point with his decreasing wellness his family WOULD be telling him to stop

-Gordon toasts with Bruce on the anniversary

FBKSBSOANSISSB OH MY GOD IT JUST SHOWED HIM SHARING A TOAST WITH GORDON. this is the anniversary of the last time batman is sighted and gordon. JIM FUCKING GORDON. Is celebrating. When they were literally partners and hed shine the batsignal each night TELL ME WHERE THE LOGIC IS!!! I CANT FIND THE LOGIC!!!!! I'm literally 3 minutes into this movie..... and already this is how its going...

-Gordon and Bruce talk

"You're not worried about me, are you?" Asked when hes in clear danger of being attacked by mutants "noT MorE tHAn i aM tHe ReST oF tHis CItY" ah yes. I forgot that Bruce hated gotham and jim Gordon. My mistake. Common misconception.

-the mutants are introduced

Ugh and it's the worst kind of villains too, jim just described the mutants as "the worst kind of criminals. They are only after violence, with no humanity at all" GIVE! VILLAINS! REASONING! I hate these joker wannabes Joker was already enough we dont need a million more "lol I'm just evil deal with it" villains

"Talk to Dick lately?"asks Gordon "You know I havent" Bruce responds

THIS CONVERSATION IS GETTING W O R S E BC I KNOW HOW THIS MOVIE GOES AND HE JUST INSTANTLY HAS CARRIE BE THE NEW ROBIN- WHICH, IS N O T BRUCE'S TO GIVE. ITS ALWAYS BEEN DICK'S MANTLE TO PASS DOWN- WHEN HE HASNT BEEN SPEAKING TO DICK????

-tangent on how it’s overlooked that Dick Grayson was the one to make Robin, not Batman

This is a sin that not just the movie, but the batman franchise in general seems to always make. Robin was made as a tribute to the flying graysons, and is meant to be colorful and aerodynamic for acrobatic tricks. it should always be dick’s to pass down, or the next robin after.

-Bruce begins having trouble with holding back his urge to be Batman

His whole wanting to be batman again thing started because of a newspaper with a family's death and pearls being sold. On the same front cover. I'm. THATS WHEN HE REMEMBERS HIS PARENTS? NOT EVERY FUCKING TIME HE HEARS A GUNSHOT? OR CLOSES HIS EYES? OR SEES BLOOD? HE READS A NEWSPAPER THATS FLOATING IN THE WIND??????NOT EVERY TIME HE LOOKS AT JASONS COSTUME? OR THE OTHER CRIMES COMMITTED??????LOGIC!!!!!!!!!! I NEED !!!! TO KNOW!!!!! WHERE IT IS!!!!!!!! ARE U KIDDING ME NOW THE MARK OF ZORRO, WHICH IS WHO THE FUCK KNOWS HOW OLD NOW, IS ON TV??????????? AND HE JUST HAPPENS TO FLIP TO THE CHANNEL.. Batman telling bruce "you've tried to hold me back. But you're weak. Ypu know it in your soul. You're nothing but a hollow shell." Is so STUPID!! WHY HAS HE BEEN FIGHTING BEING BATMAN!!!!!!!!!! BRUCE SHOULD WANT TO BE BATMAN!!!! AND HATE HAVING TO NOT BE!!!! AND A BAT FLYING INTO HIS WINDOW AGAIN???? STOP THE FUCKING CLICHES IM SICK OF THIS . UR NOT BEING NEXT LEVEL, MOVIE. ITS JUST DUMB. ITS DUMB!!!

-Carrie Kelly

her first ??? Appearance??? Is her going into KNOWN MUTANT GANG TERRITORY instead of going through the rain. And scolding her friend for not having backbone WHEN THEY COULD LITERALLY DIE and saying, and I quote, "its better than out there." then when interviewed about the incident her friend says "It was a flying monster! With wings and fangs!" and she replies with "Reality check, Michelle, it was definitely a man, but he had to be like 12 feet tall" OH YEAH THATS VERY REALISTIC CARRIE. Shes an asshole to her friend and we're supposed to like her. Oh and Carrie's reason for wanting to be robin? She saw the bat signal while her parents were talking about public marches. That's it. That's her reason. Not because she was attacked by mutants and almost died.

-Giving the movie credit

Okay but if theres another thing I'll give credit for, and I'm sure its unintentional, is that Harvey is the first criminal he wants to take down. Because Harvey is always going to be Bruce's priority. He didnt go after the mutants, but Two-Face. And the way that confrontation goes when it’s revealed harvey thinks both sides of his face are scarred. the Arkham staff fixed his scars before he was ready for treatment, and his mental health wasn’t priority. he was going to have dysmorphia either way, but not treating mental illness worsened it. kinda? good writing? But I think it was unintentional to have the idea that Arkham didnt know what they were doing and the belief that scars are important before trauma, and how trauma has to be helped first. I dont believe for an instant that's what's meant.

-Carrie Kelly part two

She gets a Robin costume and goes out onto the roof and is like.... almost dies. THEN THE NEXT SCENE WE SEE HER SHES LIKE COMPLETELY ACROBATIC? WHY IS SHE SO ACROBATIC NOW!!! THIS TAKES PRACTICE!!!

-Batman confronting the man who supplied the mutant gang with guns

Oh, this scene...He hands a guy a gun, knowing full well that he was depressed because his wife was dying and he had to make more money to save her by supplying the mutants with weapons, and just walks away as he kills himself. (input from a friend which i like: think about everything bruce did to help mr freeze and his wife now think about this scene )

Batman vs Mutants

oh, and the "batmobile". Aka his tank. Rubber bullets. Ok fine, whatever, but RUNNING THEM OVER AND SHOOTING MISSCLES ISNT LETHAL? AND HOW IS CARRIE KELLY GOOD AT FIGHTING ALL OF THEM WHEN SHE COULDNT HANDLE HERSELF WITH ONE LIKE A WEEK AGO. hate that the mutant leader is just a ripoff of bane with long pointed nipples I hate this. I hate that batman cant take him down, but carrie kelly can. AND THE MUTANT LEADRER TOTALLY DIED WHEN BRUCE THREW ADHESIVE ON HIS FACE AND HE WAS SUFFOCATED BUT LATER ON IT SHOWS HE LIVES ??

Bruce talks to Carrie

"What is this thing?" -carrie "Dick called it the batmobile" -bruce "SIR!!" -alfred over the radio There are no words. Then she pops his arm into place and creates a makeshift cast And he says "where'd you learn to do that?” and because she’s a mary sue she says nothing, because miller doesnt know why she should, so he cuts to "what's your name?" and she says "Carrie. Carrie Kelly. robin" and HE FUCKING GOES "MINES BRUCE." and then immediately tells Alfred hes bringing "robin" to the cave. I hate it here I hate that he forgets what happened to Jason aFTER ITS HIS LITERAL REASON FOR QUITTING. WHAT IS THE POINT IF HE’S GOING TO ACCEPT THIS GIRL HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW AS ROBIN?

-Bruce talks about Jason

OH BRUCE'S FUCKING LINE. HIS LINE. IM FURIOUS Alfred asks "have you forgotten what happened to Jason?" And he says "I'll never forget. he was a good soldier. He honored me" I AM !!!! SHAKING!!!! WITH HOW MAD !!!! I AM!!! Bruce would NOT say that shit. Implying that jason wasnt his son, or that jason was only a casualty in a war, or that HE FUCKING HONORED HIM AND NOT THE CITY, OR THE TITLE OF ROBIN "He honored me" shut the fuck up I hate this and dont even get me started on the misconceptions of Robin in the first place. i dont want to go into the debate on whether or not they’re soldiers, which I personally don’t believe. but its just stupid because Jason considered being Robin the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and he was THE BEST. it wasnt his fault he was killed, either.

-The ending

So the mutant escapes his cell by going through a VENT. A . V E N T. AND ENDS UP IN THE SEWER. I hate that these mutants are just an army of evil people and have no motivation and the leader is just a brute I fucking hate Bruce calling him "son" And the mutants become the sons of batman who fight crime......??? because their leader is gone?? werent they supposed to be evil criminals with no humanity in them?

-Joker

Okay but Joker being absent the entire first part , only to show up in the end hearing news reports about batman, and then smiling as he stands up and just fucking creepily says "darling" holy shit that gave me goosebumps. another credit i have to give.

#long post /#theres still a part two but i am TIRED #i cannot today...... mayhaps if yall like this ill do the second part #ᴜɴᴍᴀsᴋᴇᴅ : OUT OF CHARACTER

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recordmcqueen · 4 years ago

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Kay so im gonna start by saying that tumblr mobile is boiled and doing this kinda thing on my phone is a Pain but my moms still asleep n she hasnt taken out my laptop yet so i make do with what i got ig

Secondly, context: so a while ago ashton posted about how ppl tryna cancel brendon urie is dumb and i mean i would agree without even knowing the context bc cancel culture IS dumb gdi but anyway i shot an anon asking like "yooo wassup" n he wouldn't say much aside from "yknow the usual CC argument" blabla im paraphrasing anyway i left it at that uNTIL someone i followed reblogged this post like "if u support brendon urie gtf away from me ugh" and i was like...wot so yknow i asked "what he do" n op replied with a Link to a Thread so being the curious cat i am i went for it

Side note that if u dont know by know, twitter.com and i are Not on very good terms ahahaha thats an understatement but in any case reminder that tumblr mobile is boiled and tumblr replies do not support hyperlinks so i mf typed this entire url out on my keyboard to get to Le Thread which was also ON TWITTER a place that i Prefer to Avoid Whenever Possible anyway all this considered i was expecting some Real Tea yknow?

Instead, i got...this list of, er, "receipts" proving that brendon is, uh, Problematic(TM)

Tbh im actually starting to question the...purpose? Of cancel culture? I understand the issue with JKR because shes in a position of influence and shes actively spreading propaganda against an already marginalized population so ofc the Objective here is to get ppl to Stop Listening to Her ie Take Away the Microphone so she cant spread any more of this bs and keep hurting trans people

But thats an extreme case and while i do think ppl should stop listening to her, i think the more important thing is to Acknowledge the Issues at hand Instead of Focussing on the person behind them. Whats a bigger issue, one writer who peaked in the early 2000s and hasnt been taken seriously since at least 2017, or the genuinely pervasive social institutions of racism, transphobia, etc. Im not saying we should let jkr off the hook im just saying this is less of a "JKR IS PROBLEMATIC!!!" and more of a "JKR is in an influential position enabling her to spread toxic ideology to impressionable minds and thats not good"

After all, no one is perfect. Ik it sounds cliche but honestly if i was Up There n in the public eye where people Care then heck id be canceled 360° within a week tbh. I'm still trying but literally no one Doesnt make mistakes and Hasnt done crappy things at Some point in their life WHAT MATTERS IS THAT THEYRE NOT DOING CRAPPY THINGS RIGHT NOW AND REFUSING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT IT'S WRONG

like what are you fundamentally trying to prove i dont understand?? expose their past mistakes?? call them out for being flawed and Human?? MISTAKES ARE NATURAL - ITS HOW YOU REACT TO BEING CALLED OUT FOR EM THAT TRULY DEFINES YOUR SO-CALLED “PROBLEMATIC”-NESS GDI

the fatal flaw of cancel culture is to hold people to unreasonable standards n put em up on pedestals where theyre expected to be nothing short of Perfect in past and in present and that?? is toxic?? as hell??? its genuinely sickening to imagine these people with too much time on their hands digging through actual deleted posts and videos just to collect dirt on people so they can present the sum of their sins and mark them as irredeemably evil. bro im terrified of fame n i pity celebs cause they just cant catch a break can they??

if youre going out of your way to dig up dirt on celebs from Years ago (one of those links was from 2011,,,) just to expose their mistakes? people change and the thing cancel culture refuses to acknowledge is that Yes People Change!! they Can and they Do!! so why why Whyyyy are you treating them as though one distasteful joke from half a decade ago is a permanent marker of their personality. gee i sure hope they apologized for it in any case, but yall fr need to get a life

#allya squawks #this ended up super incoherent bc i got distracted hhhh #ah whatever

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 6 years ago

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Sweet Pea//Replaced

Request: Hi! Can you write something with sweet pea where him and reader were best friends since they were little (like there hasnt been a day they didnt see eachother since they were kids) but then he gets a girlfriend who's really mean to reader and reader tries to tell sweet pea but he doesnt believe her and reader is replaced by the new girlfriend (both with sweet pea and their friends)? thank you!!!

“I’ve been looking for you three everywhere!” You smiled as you approached your group of friends. Sweet Pea continued to text, and Toni and Fangs continued their conversation. Your smile faltered slightly before you remembered why you had been looking for them. “Hellooo. Am I ghost?” You asked jokingly and they glanced at you.

“What? Yeah. Whatever you wanna do Y/n.” Sweet Pea replied nonchalantly and you rolled your eyes. He had been like this ever since he got with Zoe, a new serpent who used to live in Greendale. She moved to Riverdale a few months ago and ever since it was like you didn’t exist to any of them. At first it was just Sweet Pea, which hurt like hell. You had been friends since you were 2 and there literally wasn’t a day that you hadn’t been together until she came along and all he wanted to do was hang out with her. Which you understood to an extent, they were dating so you were obviously going to see each other less but it had been a solid month and half, if not more since you had hung out with him properly. You would see each other in school but even then she would always be around and intimidate you when Sweet Pea wasn’t paying attention. You had tried to tell Sweet Pea on multiple occasions that she wasn’t a nice person but he just argued with you so eventually you gave up trying to help. Then Fangs and Toni started to ignore you, and then all four of them would hang out without you and by that point you had started to give up. Not that they noticed.

However, when you found out your parents were going away for the weekend, you were ecstatic. You were going to invite them to stay the weekend and everything would be like it was before she turned up.

“I have exciting news!” You sat down beside Sweet Pea, but they continued to ignore you. “Am I invisble or are you doing this on purpose?” You snapped and they looked at you confused.

“Sorry. I was..” Sweet Pea started.

“Texting Zoe. Yes, I know. And you two were talking about something funny she did at the weekend when you said you were doing homework but instead you were hanging out with her. I get it, but can we focus on me for a minute? Or are you forgetting that I’m your friend too?” You asked angrily and they shrugged.

“Sure.”

“My parents are going to Florida at the weekend so I have a free house! I was wondering if you guys wanted to come over, we can hang out, watch movies, eat popcorn, and you can stay as well. So. What do you say?” You asked with a bright smile.

“I. Err. Sorry, I can’t. I promised Zoe we would hang out this weekend.” Sweet Pea said apologetically.

“You’ve hung out with her every single weekend since you met. Can you not spare this one?” You asked and he shook his head.

“I’m helping her with a project.” He replied and you nodded your head slowly.

“Fine. What about you two? We can still have fun.”

“Sorry. We have a project due too.” Fangs replied, and Toni nodded quickly.

“Oh. Okay. Thats fine. What about afterwards? I can’t imagine the project is going to take all weeke-”

“What project?” Zoe asked and you rolled your eyes. She made her way over to your table and stood in between you and Sweet Pea, signaling for you to move over. You sighed before moving and she sat down, not so accidentally hitting you with her bag. “I hope you’re not cancelling our camping trip this weekend?” Zoe asked with an evil smile, causing your friends’ eyes to widen.

“You’re going camping?” You asked sadly. “Of course you are.” You stood up. “I think I’m gonna go. Have fun at the weekend.” You sighed and started to walk away, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Y/n!” Zoe called after you and you rolled your eyes before turning around to face her.

“Yeah?”

“Do you hear that?” She asked and you looked at her annoyed. “That was the sound of your friendship with each of them shattering. You’re welcome. Now, have fun at the weekend with all your friends. Oh wait. Thats right. You don’t have any. Bye.” She smiled sweetly before walking away. You turned the other way and ran into an empty classroom. Well what you thought was empty.

“Are you okay?” A boy with glasses asked. You jumped at the noise and your head snapped up to see a group of people sat around a table.

“What? Yeah. I’m fine.” You wiped your eyes.

“You don’t look it.” A blonde girl replied and held a tissue out to you. “Don’t worry, its clean.” She smiled and you took it from her, wiping your nose. “I’m Emma.” She introduced herself and you smiled slightly. “Y/n.” You replied.

“I’m Alex!” The boy shouted.

“Hi.” You waved. “Sorry for interrupting.” You apologized. “I’ll leave you guys.” You looked at the rest of the group.

“Stay if you want. We don’t mind and you look sad.” Alex offered and pointed to the seat beside him.

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not. Come on.” Emma grabbed your arm lightly and pulled you towards the table.

“What is this?” You asked as you sat in between Emma and Alex.

“We’re just a group of friends. We sit in here at lunch because its quieter and less intimidating than the lunch hall.” Another boy said. “I’m James by the way.”

“Oh. So you hang out here every single day with each other no matter what?” You asked and they nodded.

“Yeah. The majority of us have been friends since we were kids.” Emma replied and you started to cry again. “Are you okay?” She asked and you shook your head. She wrapped an arm around you and you cried harder.

“I’ve been ditched by my friends for some girl that they’ve known for 4 months. My oldest friend is dating her and she is horrible to me but he’s too blind to notice so now I have know friends and I’m alone.”

“You can hang out with us if you want?” A girl said.

“Yeah. We’ll be your friends, you’re not alone.” Alex patted your shoulder and you nodded.

“Okay.” You smiled sadly.

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It had been about 5 months since you had met your recent group of friends and you finally felt happy again. You hung out with at least one of them every single day and you were staring to forget what Zoe had done to you. You still got sad whenever you thought of Sweet Pea, Toni and Fangs but you would soon feel better when one of your new friends would say something stupid, causing everyone to laugh. This was the happiest you had been in a while.

What you didn’t know though, was that Sweet Pea was miserable. After the camping weekend he had started to notice Zoe be mean to people, which got him thinking about all the things you had told him, which he ignored.

A few more months had gone and now Sweet Pea was stood in front of your door about to apologize. He didn’t know what he was going to say but he knew he needed you to forgive him. He had been an idiot, they all had, and he only realized that once him and Zoe broke up after he caught her cheating on him.

“Hold on Alex!” You called out and he looked confused.

“Who the hell is Alex?” He mumbled to himself before the front door swung open. You were smiling brightly until you saw him and instantly your smile fell, which hurt Sweet Pea more than he cared to admit. He was supposed to be the person making you smile, not making it disappear.

“Can I help you Sweet Pea?” You asked politely.

“Uh. I came by to see you.” He mumbled.

“Will this take long? I’m kinda meeting some people in twenty minutes.” You asked and he shook his head.

“Let me guess. Alex?” He asked.

“Yep. So whats up. Why are you here after not talking to me for 5 months, and before that barely talking to me.” You sighed.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.” He replied and you looked at him confused. “For everything. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you and I’m sorry I ignored you. So are Toni and Fangs, they’re currently thinking of ways to make it up to you which is why they’re not here.” He explained.

“I don’t wanna hear it Sweet Pea. You are god knows how many months late. You should have believed me when I first told you about Zoe instead of waiting until you broke up and have nothing better to do. Now, if you don’t mind, I have real friends to be hanging out with. Friends who won’t abandon and ignore me.”

“We are real friends.” He argued.

“No, we’re not Sweet Pea. Real friends wouldn’t believe their girlfriend over their friends. They wouldn’t let their girlfriend bully the people they love. They wouldn’t lie about doing a project so they could hang out with their other friends. They wouldn’t do any of the shit you did. So leave me alone Sweet Pea. You’re too late.” You sighed and pushed past him, closing the door as you left.

“Y/n!” He called after you.

“What?” You snapped and turned around.

“I love you!” He admitted and you gasped.

“You what?” You asked and walked towards him.

“I love you. I love you so much and I have only just realized. But I really do love you. I’m in love with you and I’m an idiot for not realizing.”

“Sweet Pea.” You sighed and stood in front of him. “You can’t just say you love someone so they will stop being pissed at you. Thats not how this wor-” He cut you off by kissing you roughly. You were shocked at first but eventually you kissed back and he smiled against your lips. You pulled away and glared at him. “Do you believe me now?” He asked and you nodded. “I will spend the rest of our lives making this up to you if you’ll let me?”

“I love you too.” You replied and he smiled brightly. “I’ll see you later though.” You kissed his cheek and started to walk away again.

“What?” He asked and followed you.

“I promised my friends I would hang out with them and I’m not gonna break that promise just because you admitted your undying love for me. Who do you think I am?” You asked with a smile and he laughed.

“Fair enough.” He replied. “I have a free trailer this weekend.”

“You always have a free trailer.” You raised an eyebrow.

“True. But I was thinking, if you wanted, me, you, Fangs and Toni could come round and watch movies, eat popcorn and do the stuff we used to.” He suggested nervously.

“Yeah. I’d like that. I’ll come round later tonight. And I’ll bring the snacks.”

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x y/n #riverdale #riverdale imagine #jordan connor #jordan connor imagine #jordan connor x you #jordan connor x reader

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chapter 11.5 -- okay, 12, it’s chapter 12, fine, fine. I should stop trying to predict how long my chapters will be. I’m always wrong. the Fae AU keeps escaping all my predictions. it’s fine. it’s cool.

[Beginning] [Chapter Masterlist] [ao3]

It is not, as Apollo expects, the worst road trip he has ever been a part of. Trucy likes to sing along to the radio – she has a surprisingly good voice – which stops Clay from starting up his usual road trip tradition of bellowing out “Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall” and seeing how much he can get through before someone slaps him. Trucy claimed shotgun, as “the woman with the magic map”, meaning Apollo is shunted to the back with Ema, who upends her bag on the floor to pull from it a jumbo-sized pack of Snackoos and offer a handful to him.

“None for us?” Clay asks, pouting in the rearview mirror.

“Backseat privileges,” Ema replies.

Trucy cranks the radio up as a familiar guitar riff begins.

If it’s extortion, it works; she and Clay have not finished the first verse, Trucy’s almost-operatic interpretation running up against Clay’s off-key warbling, before Ema is shoving the Snackoos up between their seats, offering a trade of chocolates for an end to the car-vibrating force of Guilty Love.

“Not a fan?” Clay asks.

Ema groans. So does Trucy. “Don’t get me started,” Ema says.

“Yeah, please don’t,” Trucy adds.

“He’s a pretentious fuckin’ diva who—”

Trucy begins yelling out the chorus to the song over the second verse emitting from the radio.

They are all still arguing – Ema berating Clay’s taste in music while Trucy moves into an attempt to sing My Boyfriend is the Prosecution’s Witness to the tune of Guilty Love and Apollo tries to turn the volatile atmosphere anywhere else – when the song ends. Trucy shushes everyone, violently, smacking Clay on the arm and then flailing back at Ema, and turns up the radio. A DJ is in the middle of saying something.

“—announced today on their social media. While fans are disappointed, no one can say that the break-up comes as a surprise, after the sentencing of guitarist Daryan Crescend for murder in July, and the three months of, ahem, radio silence that’s followed. And earlier this week, leader singer Klavier Gavin’s brother was indicted on a second count of murder – I can’t say I blame him for maybe wanting to duck out of the spotlight. Gavin’s brother was previously charged in April, for—”

Trucy changes the channel. A commercial for a local furniture outlet doesn’t help break the awkward spell fallen over them. “Yeah,” she says, after a full minute, during which time they discover their new channel is a country music channel. “No real surprise.”

“Brother and bandmate,” Clay says quietly. “Hell of a year.”

“Hell of a six months,” Apollo says. And he was there for all of it – he was there for more of it than Klavier ever was. Klavier wasn’t there in April, not when Kristoph fell, not when any of them could have had any idea what was ahead. How much magic would surround them.

“If my older sister had been convicted of murder, I was gonna crawl into the dirt and die,” Ema says, “so I’m with the fop on that one, actually.”

There is a worrying lack of hypotheticals in the second half of Ema’s scenario. No “would have”s. Like she was where Klavier is, but the trial had a different outcome, and the frozen expression on her face, her eyes gone blank, she looks like she has caught up with her own words. Said too much. Apollo doesn’t know much about her as a person, her life before failing the forensics exam, how it was that she knew Mr Wright, but he can sympathize with that fear of having given away too much, turned the conversation down a path that should stay blocked off.

“You have a sister?” Trucy asks, turning around in her seat. “You seemed kinda ‘only-child’ to me.’ “Yeah,” Ema says quietly. “Older sister. Her name’s Lana. We don’t… talk much.”

Apollo doesn’t know why the name feels like it strikes something in his brain, the way Ema’s did when she first introduced herself.

“Oh.” Trucy visibly wilts. “Sorry.”

Ema shrugs, slumping back against her seat, her arms folded. “It happens,” she says. Her eyes are glazed over, settled in Clay’s direction. Her mouth quirks in the beginnings of a smile. “She took me to the Space Museum once, not long after it first opened.” The wistful smile has grown a little larger. “Back when I didn’t know what kind of scientist I wanted to be, so I wanted to go everywhere, and she was like ‘Ema I’m not taking you to the fucking tar pits again, how about space?’, and—” She shakes her head. “Sorry. Your jacket got me thinking. Do you work there or something?”

And that is the question that Clay most likes to be asked, that or literally anything else ever about space, and that is the end of any of them getting a word in edgewise – but while Apollo’s heard it all before, Trucy has questions galore, and Ema sits forward, slowly losing the pretense of not being enraptured.

They have driven for over two hours by the time Trucy directs them to pull of the highway at an exit that tells them there is nothing for them that way but another 38 miles until Kurain Village. “Is that where the Fair Folk live?” Ema asks dryly, in her voice none of the nervousness that people tend to have. Apollo hasn’t spoken much with her about magic, doesn’t know what she thinks – but, well, she knows Phoenix. That’s clue enough that caution comes secondary.

“Not really,” Trucy says. “They just named it that. It’s part of our world. Sometimes some of the fae do show up and hang around, I think – Maya tried to convince Daddy to move out here, once, apparently, but he wouldn’t leave the office.”

“Who’s Maya?” Apollo asks. Sometimes he realizes how little he knows about Phoenix’s personal life, too.

“Daddy’s friend. She’s – wait, stop! Here! Turn down this road here!”

“This is not a road,” Clay says, hunching over the steering wheel. “This is some dirt, off the road, not even in the shape of a dirt road.”

The car groans as Clay turns it off of the asphalt into the dirt. Trucy pops open the door and stands, holding herself between the door and the car roof and turning her face to the sky and the no-longer-distant mountains looming above them. She says something, muffled, and points into the trees. “We’re close,” she says, ducking back inside the car. “Let’s park and go – we’re close.”

“Park right here?” Clay asks, raising a doubtful eyebrow.

“Barely anyone comes this way,” Trucy says. “Like, one bus, except I’m not even sure if this is on its route. It’s fine.”

“I’m more worried that this is some sort of sacred ground that we’re stomping on,” Clay says, but he turns the key and then smacks his head against the top of the wheel. “How much are we going to regret just walking out there?”

“Probably we won’t,” Trucy says. She flings the door open and jumps out, stretching her arms up into the air. “C’mon already!”

“So what are we doing now?” Ema asks, crumpling the Snackoos bag back into her bag and tumbling forth from the car like a liquid spilled. “Just walking into the woods until we find treasure or a bear?”

“We do have a map.” Trucy waves it at her. “But yes. That’s what we’re doing.” She lowers the page halfway to her side and then stops, tilting her head back. “I’ve been here before,” she says. “Grandpappy and I – sometime – sometime after my mom died.” She takes a few slow steps toward the treeline, her movements uneven, as in a daze. “It was just the two of us. And we came here, and we buried—” She spins around, eyes wide, looking at all and none of them. “We buried his grimoire.”

Without another word of warning, she dashes into the woods, sending them scrambling to catch up to her. It’s colder here than in the city, though Apollo didn’t think they went up too far in elevation. Leaves thickly coat the ground; do they hide rings of flowers beneath them or do those in their magic break through? They finally reach Trucy when she, focused on her map, walks straight into a tree and takes some time to properly reorient herself.

“Do you know why here, of all places?” Apollo asks. “Is it because of the mountains, and he was…?”

He stops. Does Trucy know what her grandfather was? Phoenix didn’t say. Of course he didn’t.

“He said this is where he landed,” Trucy replies, crunching a leaf beneath her foot. “He said he fell, and this is where he landed.”

“Was he—” Clay’s sense, that question that they all know they shouldn’t ask, that question that Apollo has asked again and again anyway, wars against curiosity, against more than wanting to know – needing to know, to understand what is Trucy’s family. “Was he, erm, one of – Them?”

He can’t even bring himself to offer up one of the epithets. This close to the mountains, Apollo isn’t sure that he could bring himself to speak of them plainly like he has learned to.

“Yeah,” Trucy says. “But I’m human. Don’t worry.” She flashes a grin, one of her usual grins, but it is tempered by the speed with which is vanishes from her face again, replaced by a frown of concentration. “I think we must be close, but not quite yet.”

“Hey, Trucy?” Ema asks. She pushes a branch out of the way and it snaps back to nearly strike Clay in the face. “Not to pry, but – if your grandfather was one of the Fair Folk, are you the changeling, or was it your mother?”

Trucy stops.

“Wait,” Ema says. “Not a changeling – that’s the fae child. The human kid, the one swapped out. Is there a word for that?”

“I don’t think so,” Trucy says. She hops over a log. “I don’t think there’s a name for people like that.”

She doesn’t answer the first question. Maybe she doesn’t know, either.

“When you say you buried it,” Apollo says, aware that there is nothing subtle about this lifeline he is throwing to pull her away from questions best left avoided (am I a child stolen away, raised by the fae? Did they take me from the life I should have had?), “have we come all this way to be foiled for want of a shovel?”

“Oh fuck,” Trucy says.

“Hey!” Ema barks, her sharp rebuke the manifestation of that urge Apollo feels to scold her for that. “Language, young missy!” She folds her arms across her chest, her glare a fond one. “Where did you learn that?”

“My daddy’s a card shark,” Trucy says, countering Ema with a smug grin of her own.

“I thought he was a piano player,” Clay says.

“Only because you’ve never heard him play,” Trucy replies. “Easy mistake to make.”

“Considering it was all magic that hid the map,” Ema says, with nary a pause to acclimate everyone to the idea of throwing the conversation back past that latest sharp turn, “wouldn’t it be magic to hide it again, logically speaking?”

“Where’s the logic here?” Clay asks. Ema snaps a twig off a bush and flicks it at him. “And I mean, if it’s just covered up with some illusion, couldn’t anyone stumble into it?”

“Maybe it takes the map, too,” Apollo says. “Or maybe only a Gramarye can unveil it.”

He steps up onto a tree stump, like the extra five inches can grant him some kind of special insight or a better view in the forest of brown. Then he is falling, the wood rot giving way beneath his foot, a sharp jolt running up his leg from the twist of his foot. “Shit!”

Trucy winces. “Ouch. Poor Polly. I—”

“Apollo,” Ema says, very seriously, but somewhat muffled by her hand over her mouth. “Move. Move right now.”

“What?” He sits up, dislodging his foot from the stump, and looks about himself. The forest floor of dead leaves has cleared, as though by a strong, concentrated wind, revealing browned dead grass encased by a perfect circle of blue flowers. “Oh. Oh shit.”

Without an ounce of grace, still on his hands and knees, he scrambles and rolls his way out of the faery ring. “So according to the map,” Trucy says, and above his head Apollo hears the flutter of the paper, “I think we found it.”

“Only a Gramarye, huh,” Clay says dryly.

“That was only supposition!”

“So who’s gonna stick their hand in a rotten tree stump?” Ema asks, producing a flashlight from her bag and shining the beam down into it. “I volunteer Trucy, because she’s wearing gloves, and is our Gramarye.”

Trucy kicks up the leaves on her approach, searching for hints of another ring around the stump, more than just Apollo’s that sits adjacent to it. “If I get bit by a squirrel and get rabies and die, it’s your fault,” she says, kneeling down next to the stump and brushing her hair back to peer down into it.

“Statistically, your chance of getting rabies from a squirrel is negligible,” Ema says. “That shouldn’t be your worry.”

“What should I worry about, then?” Trucy asks. “Can you bring the light a little closer?”

“Bats, racoons, foxes, feral cats and dogs, and right now, probably non-rabies Fair Folk curses, since we’re fucking around by a ring.”

“I’m still concerned about bears,” Clay says.

“I’m not,” Ema says. “I’ve already got my plan, which is to trip you into its path.”

“General ‘you’, or me, specifically?”

“You specifically. Nothing personal, though. I just know Trucy and Apollo better than you.”

“This is way heavier than I thought,” Trucy says, falling off-balance and dropping something dark and rectangular. “Oof! Okay. Okay. We got it!” She lifts it up onto her knees, a thick book with a black cover and a character emblazoned in flowing purple script on it. “I knew I remembered this.” Her voice is quieter as she opens the book and flips through the rough-edged pages. “Grandpappy’s grimoire.” She closes the cover again, reverently, and keeps it balanced on her legs as she turns back to the stump. “Light again, please. I thought I saw something else.” Trucy has her head nearly in the hole, which can’t help her with her light situation, and she sits back and plunges her hand in again. “Yep! This is a – a funny-looking magatama?”

She holds it up, the blue stone sparkling in the flashlight beam, but also seemingly with its own interior glow, and Apollo gasps.

Three sets of eyes turn to him.

“That’s a mitamah,” he says, and to his own ears he sounds like he’s choking, but he feels like he’s choking too, and maybe the others don’t notice but he doubts it. “That’s someone’s soul.”

Trucy drops it into the leaves.

“What?” Clay looks suspicious – Trucy looks horrified. “How do you know?”

(“There’s no reason to give away your soul,” Dhurke told them, sternly, the sternest he ever got. “Never.” And then they tried to argue, to come up with reasons, because of course they did, and he hugged them both close. “You’ll make great lawyers someday, always looking for reasons and other ways, but this one – promise me. Nahyuta. Apollo.” He prodded each of them in the chest. “Don’t let someone else get their hands on your soul.”)

“The tail of it is different.” Apollo picks it up, brushing off the dirt and leaf particles that cling to it, and points to the longer, squiggling protrusion that extends from the loop. It doesn’t fully connect like a magatama, either, more like a hook than a circle.

It feels warm in his hand, humming through his fingers and up into his ears. It reminds him of the office – familiar, but disturbing, because there is no reason that it should feel so familiar and comforting.

“Could it be your grandfather’s?” Ema asks.

“Wouldn’t that mean he’s still alive?” Clay asks. “Is that possible?”

“It couldn’t be,” Apollo says. If he stares at the mitamah he thinks he can see flecks of gold within the blue, like stars on a constellation chart. “The Fair Folk don’t have souls like we do. They can’t sell them or manifest them like this.”

“Is that why they want human souls?” Ema asks.

“How do you know?” Clay repeats.

Apollo’s heart has stoppered up his throat.

“It makes them stronger,” Trucy says softly. “When they buy names, or souls, it makes their magic stronger. But this – this can’t be that.” She hugs the grimoire up to her chest. “It can’t just be that.”

“Should we just… put it back?” Ema asks. “Someone’s probably looking for it, right?”

“It’s been seven years and no one has come before us,” Apollo says. The humming isn’t as steady now, seems more like a song, and familiar, damned familiar. “No, we can’t just leave her here.”

In the silence, even the song seems to stop. “What?” Apollo asks. Their three sets of eyes are on him again, even more piercing, Trucy’s wide and Clay’s narrowed and Ema’s narrowing too.

“‘Her’?” Ema repeats. “Why ‘her’?”

“I…” Apollo swallows his heart. “I don’t know, but I… I know?”

“I don’t think you should be holding that in your bare hands,” Clay says.

But the alternative seems to be dropping her in the dirt again, and Apollo’s fingers curl tighter around the stone. He can’t do that, either. Trucy unties her scarf from around her neck and silently passes it to him, letting him wrap the stone up in the red fabric and then cradle it close again. The song thrumming in his ears ceases. “I guess we should take it to Mr Wright and ask him if he knows what to do,” Ema says. “He’ll know what to do with it. Her?”

Trucy’s gaze is unfocused, her head slowly drifting away from the horizon back toward the stump. “Trucy?” Apollo asks. “Are you okay?”

“He wouldn’t do that,” she says. “Just buy up someone’s soul all for himself. He wouldn’t. There had to be some other reason. It wasn’t just power, there had to be a good reason.”

(“There’s no reason,” Dhurke said. “Never.”)

“He gave me magic, as a gift,” Trucy says. “He was a good man.” She looks up at Apollo, blinking her blue eyes furiously. “Wasn’t he?”

It takes them another forty-five minutes to stumble out of the woods and find Clay’s car again. Ema makes everyone nervous talking about the odds of them stumbling across a body decomposing in the undergrowth – “I have zero desire to ever get caught up in one of your murder investigations,” Clay says, picking up a branch from the bushes and brandishing it like a baseball bat – and bears. The two of them are at least doing a good job of filling the silence left by Trucy, uncomfortably quiet, walking in a trace. Apollo tugs her by the arm out of the way of trees. He could put the mitamah in his pocket but hasn’t, has kept it held close to his chest.

The story that Phoenix spun of the Gramaryes is gnawing at him. A woman, on the bad end of a deal with Magnifi – Apollo doesn’t want to think about the possibility.

(Trucy must be thinking about the possibility, mustn’t she?)

She crawls into the back seat of the car, depositing the grimoire in the middle, and Ema makes a mad dash for the front seat, leaving Apollo to sit on the other side of the grimoire, separated by it from Trucy. The only time she speaks is to call Phoenix and ask him if he is at the office – he is, because she directs Clay to go back to the office.

It is a long, quiet ride home, some subdued conversation between Ema and Clay about their fields of science rising over the country music still on the radio. Trucy taps Apollo’s hand and beckons him to hand her the mitamah. She takes off one of her gloves and weighs it in her hand with an ever-deepening frown until she wraps it back up and passes it back to Apollo.

Ema shouts “Yellow car!” and hits Clay on the shoulder. He hits her back and tells her that she needs to specify no punch-backs next time.

Phoenix is sitting on the floor leaning against the couch with two notebooks and a stack of papers spread out in front of him, the coffee table shoved to the side, a pencil in his mouth and another tucked behind his ear, when they stagger into the office. Apollo is mediating an argument about the merits of Eldoon’s for a late lunch – Ema does not want to brave it, while Clay wants nothing more than to do so. Phoenix does not look up.

“Hey, Daddy,” Trucy says wearily.

His head snaps up, dislodging the pencil behind his ear. “What’s wrong?”

“You always complain about your back hurting, and now look what you’re doing.” Trucy’s words sound forced through a smile. Phoenix’s frown deepens. He watches Trucy walk past him to deposit the grimoire on his desk.

“We went looking into the envelope you gave her the other day,” Apollo says. “The real last page.”

Phoenix doesn’t look back from Trucy right away. “A full expedition team, huh?” he asks, raising one eyebrow as he looks over Ema and Clay. “Who’s this?”

“Er, oh, yeah. I’m Clay Terran. Apollo’s roommate.” Clay points with his thumb at Apollo, even though they all know there is only one Apollo that they know. “You’re Mr Wright, yeah?” He doesn’t do a good job of feigning enthusiasm.

“I know that look,” Phoenix says, standing with a wince and an audible crack of some of his joints. “That’s the ‘I’ve heard about you and it’s nothing good’ look.” He lets Clay splutter for a full two seconds before he grins crookedly and adds, “That’s fair.” Almost immediately, his expression flattens out to something stern and almost entirely foreign. “Trucy,” he calls. “What’s wrong?”

“We found my grandfather’s grimoire,” she says, sitting on the desk and holding it up, only for it to slip from her hands and crash to the floor. “And Polly has the other thing that was with it.”

Apollo unwraps the mitamah.

Has he ever seen Phoenix surprised? The man spent seven years an unbeaten poker player, and this past half-year absolutely inscrutable to Apollo’s eyes. There is nothing controlled in his reaction; his mouth falls open and his eyes go wide, turning blue immediately and staying blue, horror apparent in how they linger on the mitamah. “Oh,” he breathes. “That is – yeah.”

He reaches forward with trembling hands and scoops up the scarf spread across Apollo’s hands. He holds it cradled close, too, his free hand cupped beneath the one holding it, prepared to catch the stone should it slip, but still not having touched it with bare skin. “So,” he says. “The ‘source’ of Magnifi’s magic – that grimoire, and this soul.”

“But,” Trucy says, “that…” She stops. She chews on the inside of her cheek. Mr Hat, the wisp, is visible, bobbing frenetically around her shoulders. “It’s…” Her shoulders slump. “Do you know what to do with that, Daddy? Is there a way to know what person a soul belongs to?”

“Not from looking only at the mitamah,” Phoenix answers. His eyes still hollow blue when he turns them back to Trucy. “I am not particularly familiar with mitamahs, honestly, but I’ll look into it and see what I can do to get it back to her.” He takes the stone in one hand and offers Trucy her scarf back. “If the fae who has possession of a soul is still alive, they can just give it back – not that many are willing to, mind – but since he’s dead – well.” He shakes his head. “Thank you, though. For helping Trucy, and bringing this back.”

It’s a firm end to the conversation, not that Apollo knows what more to ask about a soul. Ema, though, is frowning, her arms crossed, her mouth twisting like she is puzzling out something. “We were gonna go get noodles at Eldoon’s,” Apollo says. “If – if you wanted to come, Trucy.”

“Oh!” She looks surprised, like she hadn’t expected to be addressed. “Um.” Her heels bounce against the desk. “Thanks, but I’m okay.”

Her hands, curled around the edge of the desk, shine red. Apollo doesn’t even need that to know she’s lying.

“We all agree she’s not okay, right?” Clay asks.

They were silent for a block down from the office, Ema not even complaining about losing the Eldoon’s battle. (Apollo was prepared to tell her that she didn’t have to come, but she had attached herself to them without a cursory protest.)

“Definitely not,” Ema says. “I guess she doesn’t want to believe that her grandfather was the double-dealing type of Folk – which, I’ve read the case file on his death, I’d believe that about him in a hot second. There’s nothing worse than a blackmailer like that. Also.” She plants herself firmly in the sidewalk. Apollo and Clay both bump into her. “None of us referred to the mitamah as ‘she’ or ‘her’, right? Like you were, Apollo.”

“None of us but Trucy even talked about it,” Apollo says. Clay nods. “Why?”

“Because Mr Wright did.” Ema’s forehead creases. “He said he would ‘get it back to her’. He wasn’t even touching it, was he?” Apollo shrugs. Ema shrugs too. “He knows something. More than he said.”

“He always does,” Apollo says.

They reach Eldoon’s, and Ema says that it’s weird to see the stand without a corpse attached. The look that Clay gives her makes her and Apollo both laugh. Once they have their noodles, they walk another few blocks to People Park and find a bench not far from where the noodle-stand crime scene once stood. Apollo has learned to be grateful for the mouthfuls of broth that taste of so much salt to sting. It feels a little more like safety, like salt across a doorway.

He starts to say what he’s thinking, that Trucy might be worried that the mitamah is her mother’s, or at least he is, but the words die on his tongue, shriveled by the salt. He doesn’t feel right to tell Clay and Ema about Trucy’s mother’s death, when he has no idea if Trucy knows or not. Phoenix has made him the guardian of family secrets that aren’t his and something about that feels wrong. Maybe necessary in some way, to understand the case, to understand what happened with Kristoph, but still wrong.

Instead, he helps Ema explain to Clay her earlier comments about Magnifi and blackmail. You can’t refuse, and we both know the reason why – Trucy can’t know he did that. She seemed to idolize him. What a hard way to fall.

He’ll text her tomorrow, Apollo decides. Check in, see how she’s doing.

(There’s probably someone else he should check in with, too, the events of this week all considered.)

#fic: the seelie of kurain #roddy fanfics #start your morning with some magic and gramarye fuckery wooooooooooo

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today in reasons i feel shitty: my friend blew up on me on twitter bc i kept ASKING him if he wanted to play dnd with us bc hes a part of our group. i asked him if he could LAST WEDNESDAY and he has been giving me the run around since then. saying “i dont know yet” and “ill tell you when i do”. i tell him to let us know sunday at least, because the only days off he has are monday and tuesday. he says okay

sunday evening comes and he hasnt said shit so i ask him. hes drunk and i tell him we’ll talk tomorrow. monday i ask him if he can play tomorrow and he says hes “not sure and will need to ask if theyre playing mtg” so i say “okay”. he doesnt reply back all day. TODAY i ask him if he wants to play today or not and he says “i have to pick up a court summons” (not, “actually sorry i am playing mtg today”, not “i dont feel like playing, im sorry”). i sound suspicious but say “okay” and remind him we havent played in over a week AS IS. and he then GOES OFF ON ME for “guilt tripping him” and “making it an ~obligation~ he plays” and how i “stress him out by asking over and over again”. when i tell him he should have told me straight out he didnt want to play instead of just giving vague “maybe i dont know” answers he gets defensive even more and says “I DID” and when i say “no, you didnt, the only thing vaguely like that is you saying “im gonna be tired” on a question about your days off. thats not a yes or no answer and lots of us play while tired so why would i assume it was something else”

“WELL ITS NOT MY FAULT YOURE A BUNCH OF SADISTS WHO HAD TO TURN A FUN CASUAL GAME INTO A OBLIGATION WHERE YOU ALL ARE FORCED TO PLAY SICK OR TIRED! i cant even SAY i dont want to play because you all guilt trip me and get mad when i do.”

see, he doesnt say “sorry guys my next days off will be full and im not up to it.” and apologize for keeping us waiting or giving us the go ahead to play without him (WEVE HAD THIS DISCUSSION BEFORE and PURPOSEFULLY made the game so if he doesnt want to play he can leave whenever so long as its not in the middle of a fucking mission. okay. its not like we just sit there doing nothing but complain if he cant play). he waits until the DAY OF OUR GAME to tell is he purposefully made plans on game night, no he cant change them, no he was absolutely always forced to do them right now during game time, and then get pissy when we all complain because we dont even have time to plan around him and have cleared out our evening for nothing and our time is wasted.

he then keeps going on and on because apparently i was just supposed to know the words “im tired” and his vague answers like hes genuinely unsure about the state of tomorrow were him “actually” telling me he doesnt even want to play and i should have fucking caught on, he wanted to quit this game MONTHS ago. i was just supposed to know him being ‘busy’ was a ‘secret message’ that actually meant ‘just stop even asking me when i want to play a game and hang out with my friends! just stop inviting me in general! i dont like you or the game! its not fun and stresses me out and im LYING to you.” and we just all fucking ignore him and play without him and let him figure out we havent even been giving him the opportunity to join to play

which is so fucking. terrible. who would just assume “thats what you mean”???? like imagine if you WERENT doing this and actually were really busy and your friends just eventually stopped even inviting you to game night, only for you to check the group chat months later and find out they have been playing without you and having fun and didnt even bother inviting you to anything at all. you just find this out. and by the time you figure it out they might have done a lot stuff or played games YOU wanted to play and they arent going to go back and replay the stuff you missed bc they just assumed you were lying to their faces and it wouldnt matter anyways if you were there or not. how hurtful would that be? imagine if some of your friends did that to you, would you be HAPPY they did it???

keep in mind HE is the one who picked out the VERY NEXT MISSION WE”RE ABOUT TO DO so fucking sorry if we assumed “HEY HE PROBABLY WANTS TO PLAY IT. YKNOW THE MISSION HE FUCKING PICKED OUT. THE MISSION INVOLVING STUFF SPECIFICALLY FOR HIS CHARACTER” oh my fucking god.

now i dont know the state of our group bc he yelled at me more and said he quit and deleted all his tweets and our dm is miserable and put the game on hiatus for 2 fucking weeks. i feel miserable too bc my friend has been lying to me and called me a guilt tripper and manipulative for reminding him hes stringing along 5 other people by not being fucking honest with us and said its OUR PROBLEM he cant be honest even though we structured the game so he can take MONTH long breaks if he needs to just give us the heads up. i told him he could quit once we got more than 3 players bc do you know how annoying it is to do a full campaign w only 2 characters playing???? bc one of the three dropped out??? i told him to just fucking play until then and he could quit for real and he went “but i DO wanna play : ( im just stressed!”

well now ill just fucking believe every time he complains abt smth like “man i have to spend money on this thing” that means we’re just not hanging out like we planned. im not gonna ask him if hes actually going to the ren fest even tho the bed situation was taken care of bc i just assume now that he only brought up the bed to tell me hes not fucking going and to fuck off. im not making a costume for it either if my best friend doesnt go im just gonna stay home.

i cant read the fucking air and he knows this. hes known me forever. he knows im ignorant and dont ‘get’ stuff like “if someone keeps canceling plans that means they want you to leave them the fuck alone and stop even inviting them or talking to them”. he knows im probably autistic and struggle with ‘unsaid” social cues like that and he just STILL does this and calls ME terrible for not ‘getting it’ and ‘forcing him’ to yell at me. im rtired.

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b0stonmanor · 6 years ago

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since yall kept fuckin asking heres 1-155. Go ahead and see how fucking lame I actually am

1: Full name: Madison Lyn (I’m not putting my last name on the internet lmao)

2: Age:19

3: 3 Fears: heights, elevators, being alone for the rest of my life

4: 3 things I love: cats, coffee, sleeping

5: 4 turns on: (I’m gonna make it nonsexual okay): body mods, humor, good vibes, nice laugh

6: 4 turns off: (gonna make these nonsexual too): rude, nasty, conceited, takes days to reply lmao

7: My best friend: girl: @bohoangel guy: @bostonnanner

8: Sexual orientation: pansexual

9: My best first date: haven’t had a best one yet, need someone to change that lmao

10: How tall am I: 5′8

11: What do I miss: lots of things and people both too many too name

12: What time was I born: 2:06am

13: Favourite color: blue

14: Do I have a crush: still crushin on my last man

15: Favourite quote: either some vine or “I’m here for a good time not a long time” I have way too many favs

16: Favourite place: my room, best friends house, or beach house

17: Favourite food: buffalo chicken or alfredo

18: Do I use sarcasm: of course not

19: What am I listening to right now: music ;)

20: First thing I notice in new person: smile

21: Shoe size: no

22: Eye color: hazel

23: Hair color: naturally brunette currently red

24: Favourite style of clothing: gothic, pop punk or hippie/boho

25: Ever done a prank call?: I havent personally

27: Meaning behind my URL: I needed to change my url of 8 years and I wanted something short and easy to remember but I also wanted it to be a band so it would fit my blog and surprisingly this one wasnt taken

28: Favourite movie: I have way too many

29: Favourite song: again way too many

30: Favourite band: AGAIN way too many

31: How I feel right now: I feel fucking exhausted

32: Someone I love: okay now Im sad

33: My current relationship status: okay NOW Im crying but single

34: My relationship with my parents: welp my dads dead and my mom and I are okay

35: Favourite holiday: Halloween or Christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing I have: no tattoos yet and I have my nose pierced and first and second holes pierced on my ears

37: Tattoos and piercing I want: too many

38: The reason I joined Tumblr: I was 12 that should be enough

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: No. In fact I could never hate him and I dont think I’ll love anyone like I did/do him.

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: eh sometimes

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? last text over imessage yes

42: When did I last hold hands?: I have no idea

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: I dont do anything really so not too long

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: dont out me

45: Where am I right now?: my room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: @bohoangel

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: both

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: mom

49: Am I excited for anything?: nah

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? @bostonnanner

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: eh

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?: yesterday

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: I mean idc but it’d just be fucking weird cause they’re kissing in front of me

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: plenty of people lmao

55: What is something I disliked about today?: I’ll do yesterday since today hasnt really happened. But it was fathers day and my heart was hurting so bad cause I miss my dad more than anything and really wish he was still here

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: my fuckin soulmate bitch

57: What do I think about most?: in all honesty, my ex

58: What’s my strangest talent?: I can do this smile thing that nobody else can do and it makes me look like a frog

59: Do I have any strange phobias?: probably

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: in front

61: What was the last lie I told?: that I was a child of God

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: video chatting but I dont mind either

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: fuck yes and fuck yes

64: Do I believe in magic?: I’m a god damn witch bitch

65: Do I believe in luck?: I believe in karma

66: What’s the weather like right now? according to my phone its currently clear and 61 degrees

67: What was the last book I’ve read?: I have no idea

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?: eh

69: Do I have any nicknames? Maddie, Mad, Mads

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?: I had a staph infection in my foot that went back and forth across my foot and then up my leg (doctor said if my mom didn’t bring me when she did I would’ve died cause it would’ve gone to my heart)

71: Do I spend money or save it?: spend it

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?: nope

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? ye

74: Favourite animal?: cats

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: I have no idea

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: oh shit I’ve never thought of this

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: good question

78: How can you win my heart?: Be Italian

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? I honestly have no idea

80: What is my favorite word? bitch

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: I get asked this way too much

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: probably some hippie bullshit

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?: I’ve had relatives in jail but I dont think anyones in jail rn

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? theres too many lmao

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? probably if I’ve smoked or drank or have done anything bad but only if my mom was asking

86: What is my current desktop picture? its just basic

87: Had sex?: nah

88: Bought condoms?: nah

89: Gotten pregnant?: nah

90: Failed a class?: nah

91: Kissed a boy?: ye

92: Kissed a girl?: ye

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?: nah

94: Had job?: ye

95: Left the house without my wallet?: ye

96: Bullied someone on the internet?: nah

97: Had sex in public?: nah

98: Played on a sports team?: ye

99: Smoked weed?: ye

100: Did drugs?: nothing hardcore just smoking weed

101: Smoked cigarettes?: nah

102: Drank alcohol?: ye

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: I’ve tried

104: Been overweight?: no answer

105: Been underweight? also no answer

106: Been to a wedding?: ye

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: ye

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: ye

109: Been outside my home country?: nah

110: Gotten my heart broken?: of course

111: Been to a professional sports game?: ye

112: Broken a bone?: ye

113: Cut myself?: ye

114: Been to prom?: ye

115: Been in airplane?: ye

116: Fly by helicopter?: nah

117: What concerts have I been to?: pink, metallica/volbeat, warped tour 2016,2017,2018, jingle ball, some birthday bash, I cant remember if I’ve been to any other ones lmao

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: not entirely

119: Learned another language?: not fully

120: Wore make up?: ye

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?: I’m a child of god

122: Had oral sex?: nah

123: Dyed my hair?: ye

124: Voted in a presidential election?: not yet

125: Rode in an ambulance?: couldve a couple times but my parents decided to drive me

126: Had a surgery?: nah

127: Met someone famous?: I guess?

128: Stalked someone on a social network?: who doesnt do this

129: Peed outside?: ye

130: Been fishing?: ye

131: Helped with charity?: I think so

132: Been rejected by a crush?: who doesnt get rejected

133: Broken a mirror?: probably

134: What do I want for birthday?: lots of things

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?: I have no idea

136: Was I named after anyone?: No but I have the same middle name as my aunt

137: Do I like my handwriting?: ye

138: What was my favorite toy as a child?: I have no idea

139: Favorite Tv Show?: American Horror Story, Bob’s Burgers, The Office, or Drunk History

140: Where do I want to live when older?: New Hampshire

141: Play any musical instrument?: I can play the violin and piano and can also sing but idk if that counts lmao

142: One of my scars, how did I get it?: its barely noticeable but literally right under my left eye (like right at the edge of my dark circle lmao) I got attacked by a dog and it bit me in the face and I had to get stitches but I bitched out and had it glued instead lmao

143: Favorite pizza topping? cheese

144: Am I afraid of the dark?: depends where I am

145: Am I afraid of heights?: ye

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?:nah

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?: haha yeah

148: What I’m really bad at: everything

149: What my greatest achievements are: I fucking graduated from high school. Like I would never wish what I went through on anyone ever not even my worst enemy. It was worse than hell

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: I honestly dont remember

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: lots of stuff

152: What do I like about myself: my eyebrows

153: My closest Tumblr friend: I cant say @bohoangel cause I’ve known her since 5th grade so I’ll say @bostonnanner even though we met on omegle years ago lmao

154: Something I fantasize about: lots of things

155: Any question you’d like?: literally whatever anyone wants to know

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kouyurii · 3 years ago

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sobbing and crying bye

and it’s just nice to build your castles in the air, imagining yourself in the shoes of the heroines, dreaming of gallant knights

omgomg the title makes an appearance aaaa fjskfjks omg awh haruhi is a hopeless romantic

(help that was my spotify wrapped aura for this year together with wistful fjsbbfjss HAHAHAH)

“At least I’ve steered clear of making jokes about the periodic table - they’re not exactly my element.”

I HATE HIM FKSHDJS HAHAHAHAHAHA i cant tell whether haruhi missed the pun or if she just straight up ignored it HAHAHAHAH

“Maybe I am”, he replies, a little too seriously. It makes you regret your harsh words, even if you meant it as a gentle jibe at him.

jdjfjfkdjfks haruhi being so perceptive to kuroo's reactions and her feeling bad for being too mean aaaaaa

Because the very next time you open your door to put on your running shoes, his door swings open, and he steps out, stretching languidly.

KUROO GETTING UP EARLIER TO RUN WITH YOU IM SCREAMING SKFJSKFJJS

the first light of the sun catching the gold flecks in his amber eyes, making your mouth go dry. That’s the first argument you willingly lose to him.

fjskfjksjfdn FIRST argument grr fksbdndjsjfndbfjdn

this makes me think haruhi is falling hard for one kuroo tetsuro gah i hope she doesnt get hurt 😣

im gonna take this as a hint that she already liked kuroo in the prev chapter and got upset when he said she wasnt his type

but girl probably hasnt realised her feelings for him yet aaaaaa OR she refuses to admit it (which also makes sense)

since he’s the only one between the pair of you who can actually talk while running, his fitness level is scary

help i hate running but if i had a kuroo who talks my ear off while doing it id probably be more inclined to go 😭

but you weren’t about to let Kuroo in on the secret that you were eager enough to watch that you cleared your schedule in advance.

i literally gasped out loud iM SCREAMING SHES SO DOWN BAD WHY DOES THIS MAKE ME SO SOFT 🥺

“Will you really come, if I get tickets for you?” For all his teasing, his words are heartbreakingly sincere.

JFJSBFKSBFKSBBKRBFKS IM SCREECHING

just shoots you a smile that’s actually open, brighter than the first rays of the sun peeking over the horizon, so bright that you actually have to drop your gaze on the ground.

IM KICKING AND SCREAMING DKFBDJBFKDJDKSJND AAAAA KUROO SMILING AT HER SO SINCERELY LIKE THAT NO WONDER SHES FALLING FOR HIM

“Obaa-chan, don’t bother her, she’s probably busy -” “I’d love to”, you interrupt. Kuroo snaps his mouth shut, an unreadable expression on his face.

fkskjfdknfdkgndknfdmfndkdndkdmds

awhhhh his grandparents telling you stories of fetus kuroo and him having his grandfather's laugh im so!!!!!!

to press said charm in his hand - (it’s just like your stories - the princess sending the knight fighting in her honour with a lock of her hair)

i screamed omg iM BFKSBFKDNFKDNFKSBS

“But thank you. I appreciate it.” He scratches the back of his head. “And thanks for taking care of my grandparents too.”

AWH HE'S GETTING ALL SHY FKSBFMDBFKS

to quell the rush of affection in your throat, you resort to your usual insults. “I don’t get what happened to you, in that case. Though I’m sure they tried their best.”

fjskfjdkjfk HELP SHES SO FUNNY I LOVE HER

because he’s standing far too close to you, and you’d really prefer not to babble whatever nonsense your first schoolgirl crush might possess you to say,

SHE ADMITS HER CRUSH OM HIM IM SCREECHING SJFJKSNFKDJDK

Your phone lights up with a text. “Don’t go running in the morning without me!’

him being so tired but still getting up to run with you im crying skfndkdn

There’s something wrong with you for actually finding the smug grin directed at you attractive. You’d like to slap something,

jfskhfksjfksnfksndk wait its that trope of 'i have feelings for you but i absolutely hate it' HELP HAHAHAHAH

Kuroo Tetsuro is a menace to your heart, especially when you suspect it’s beating at maximum speed not because of your run, but because of him.

iM KICKING AND SCREAMING SJHFKSBFKSND

castles in the air: chapter 3

chapters: one.// two.// three.// four.// five.// six.// seven.// eight.// nine.// ten.//

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f! reader genre: uni romantic dramedy, oodles of fluff wc: warnings: none summary: kuroo is your pain in the ass classmate. nothing more, really.

Kuroo Tetsuro is a menace.

He laughs too loud, straddles the line between human and hyena in his amusement so often that you can’t go out in public without being stared at by a group of chattering obaa-chans, as if his rooster head didn’t attract enough attention anyway. He lobs insults like it’s method of self-care - be it Sato-san, who he’s termed as a self-important dickhead after one too many flubbed balls, or Daishou Suguru, who he labels a snake bastard, a nickname he mutters often after a practice match with said wing spiker’s university.

“Could you try to be a little more polite”, you point out after he spends five minutes during a precious study session grumbling about Daishou cheating yet again, or Sato flubbing a receive and blaming it on his block. It’s hypocritical of you, you know - considering you have your own choice of insults for him, but it’s the principle of things.

“I highly doubt your ears are too tender for my words, considering you called Sato a misogynistic prig to his face when he asked why you’re so good at math - I quote - even though you’re a girl”, he replies, smirking in delight having called your bluff.

“He deserved it!”

“Well”, he points out, utterly reasonably. “Daishou and Sato deserve to be insulted by me too.”

At the very least he’s alright to work with. More than alright, really, if you set the bar to Sato-san, who spent project meetings drooling on the library bench, who couldn’t even read the script you prepared for him with suitable gusto. You even had to step in to answer all the questions to salvage your grade. Kuroo’s smart, you knew that from the minute he answered a professor’s question perfectly during a lecture, despite his eyes drooping, half mast, despite the question requiring a series of tricky mental calculations. And he’s responsible enough to pull his weight and then some, putting his devious mind to work to charm both the professor and his imagined marketing audience, even if you might have ethical qualms about his tactics working too well in real life.

So alright, Kuroo Tetsuro is a menace, even if he’s a pretty good work partner. You’ll give him that.

It still doesn’t explain why you’ve let him worm his way into your life so easily.

Keep reading

#hfksjfksjfksnfkdfnksnd #castles in the air #amjustagirl #NIKKI JIE IM SCREAMING NON STOP #helpppp haruhi coming to terms with her feelings im so 🥺🥺#i absolutely loved that scene with her admitting to kuroo that she tried to get tickets to his game #him getting so shocked and offering to get her one kfkdjfksjf #HIS SMILE WHEN SHE AGREED #TOP TIER CONTENT #ill be thinking about this scene for the rest of my life pls that was so sweet wtf #😭😭😭#not the authors note basically telling us to prepare for the heartbreak T^T

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surprisebitch · 7 years ago

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lmao okay so there’s this thirsty guy on instagram.. he like started messaging in like october 2015. and he was really fit. he’s 23 too and like really muscular and really tall.. and at that time, i searched by image on google and he is a real person. he also has pics of him with his face and body and it’s legit.

and TBH his first message was like “hey cutie” with a dick pic and IT WAS MASSIVE. i dont even know how he found me cause he says he’s not on tumblr and the picture he linked when he messaged was an untagged pic.. but he doesnt remember but he found me there. and then i asked him if where is he from and LMAO he lives in London and it’s funny because he messaged like 3 months after i left London so yeah im very lucky right. cause i wouldve definitely hopped on that dick if i was still there.

but yeah he sent pics and videos so i got to see his dick in different angles and they’re all consistent so it is his dick. and there was even this one photo of his dick next to a mug and IT’S WAY BIGGER THAN THE MUG. LIKE IT’S A GIANT DICK. and then i asked him how big it is and he said it’s 11 inches. and he sent more photos of how like there was one time a bottom could only take half of it and no one was able to deepthroat it cause its so big. and im like OKAY INTERESTING... and he’s a dom top too! which is perf cause im a power bottom and i’m up for a challenge so i entertained him for a while out of boredom and ofc i send back some vids and pics of mine too cause it’s only fair. and this has been going on for like 2 years already BUT not so frequently cause he like messages twice a month or once a month. or every few months.. and tbh i only reply when i literally have nothing else to do and i leave him on “Seen” cause whats the point.. like hello.. i’m in Canada and you’re in London so?? you can grab an ass right there.. why are you messaging me lol. and this guy isnt looking for anything serious, he just wants to fuck and he obvi just messages when he’s super horny like he just sends them when it’s the evening in London or like 2am UK time or early morning

but tbh his messages are a fucking mess cause he’s into like feminising his bottoms. and tbh im not even into that.. BUT i’m the type of guy who’s always up for a challenge and i wanted to put my power bottom skills to the test and take on that 11 inch dick cause that’s like an opportunity that doesnt always happen. so i just black out everytime he uses the word “boy pussy” and the c-word and all of that. cause i mean my masculinity aint that fragile and they’re just words

so anyway, last december 2016 i went to London to visit my family. and i messaged him cause yeah i was ready! but HEY he was away for the duration of my stay cause he was up north in england : ) but yeah i got dicked down by two english jocks anyway (and even got both on video cause they were both into that thing and i dont mind expanding my collection) so it was fine but yeah obvi i would’ve loved to try that monster dick

and then when i got back here in Canada last January, he messages and says he’s home and can accommodate and i was like “i just got back in Canada” and he was upset and he sent a dick pic. and then i was like “sorry maybe next time” and yeah this guy keeps messaging like every few months now. even when i told him i wont be back in like another year. and tbh i dont even reply or just have short replies at this rate cause really whats the point

but yeah here’s when it starts getting really crazy, he messaged recently and..

it was a photo of a guy sucking his dick and yeah the bottom just had his mouth on the tip and couldnt even reach half of it. he was like “wish it was u kneeling down” and it was hot! so ofc i reacted. and since i was bored and i just asked him how he fucked him cause ya know the details might be hot. but yeah it gets messy from here..

and he talked about how the guy begged to remove the condom (cant blame him tbh.. imagine getting bred by a monster cock. that doesnt happen always) and he even sent a video (and it was hot) then he talked about how he’s gonna fuck me and its redundant now cause like he’s been saying almost the same thing he has already told me. and I literally cringe everytime he calls it a “boy pussy” im like STOP TALKING.

BUT IT GETS MESSIER NOW CAUSE HE WENT “i’ll demolish ur ass and gape u so hard until my seed is leaking from ur [redacted] and lick ur [redacted] while ur wearing my gf’s panties”

AND IM LIKE HOLD ON WHAT???? GF??!?!? YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND? and i obvi just typed lowercase like i was calm but inside i was FREAKING OUT. i mean its obvi NOT in my place to pry at his relationship but yeah so i was just like “u have a gf?” and he was like “yah i hope that doesnt put u off” and IM LIKE OF COURSE IT DOES. LIKE WHATTT. so i went “aah okay why dont u break up with her then if u fuck other guys?” and he was like “cause she has amazing tits but she wont let me touch her arse.. and besides boy pussy is hot and makes me cum loads more than girl pussy” and im like in my head GOD WHY DID I EVER REPLY TO THIS DEMON and he then he was like “i still wanna fuck ur brown asian pussy” and I WAS LIKE WELL WHAT THE FUCK.... and in my head i was... and then i replied “uh okay” #CANCELLED and GODDDDDD I FEEL DEFILED and A MESS??!?! I mean i didnt know he had a gf when i messaged him BUT THE FACT HE”S THATTTYPE OF WHITE DEVIL. and i asked him if his gf knows or if its an open relationship and he said “no” and he hasnt been caught. and he even bragged about fucking his gf’s gay 18 y o cousin who was a virgin and im like what the hell is THIS WHITE DEMON WITH A MONSTER DICK LIKE WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE A LITERAL MONSTER

anyway, obvi i was turned off! he probably does have an 11-inch cock that’s like super rare but i have dignity and my manhood! and his feminising kink wasnt my thing anyway. i just stayed for the pics and videos and the possibility i’d put my skills to the test and see if i can deepthroat him BUT OBVI THAT IS CANCELLED IF HE HAS A GF. LIKE I DONT WANNA BE THE OTHER PERSON or a side piece. but yeah gosh i am just shook rn. i like unsent all the nudes i sent and vids (thank god instagram has that feature)

and he hasnt stopped messaging, but yeah i now stopped replying and will stop replying. like i know this is probably like a men dot com gay porn fantasy to get fucked by a hot “straight guy” especially WITH A giant cock but like.. this is all too much. like this demon is out here fucking dudes and even rawing them behind her back. and im not gonna get involved like it’s a fucking mess and

#a literal monster #gosh this day couldnt get any better #i swear this really happened #i dont normally share details of my life but this one had to be let out cause i would go crazy if i didnt vent it like godd!!!?!?!?#im literally stunned what the hell happened there #lemon #long post

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ishqbaaaaz · 7 years ago

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Ishqbaaaz - Oct 3/17 - Episode 381

Alright kiddos, I’m so not looking forward to today’s episode so I’m not sure how long this post will be but lets see

Here we go

Starting off with Shivaay and Om hugging

now hes hugging everyone in the fam

IS HE GONNA HUG PINKY

he didn’t go to hug her

lmao further proof hes faking LOL

He’s still so mad at her that even faking the memory loss, he wont talk to her

Dadi is like where the hell have you been

Hes spotted Annika

LOL I STILL CANT GET OVER HOW MUCH TANYA LOOKS LIKE JANKEE LMAO (Jankee is Nakuul’s wife)

ITS THE SAME FACE LMAO

Hes telling Annika to leave

everyone is like ???

Shes like Im Annika

this bitchass is like Annika who

Annika and dadi ask who this woman is

hes like Tanya my wife

ugh i hate this shit so much

OHMYGOD THE MEDIA SHOWS UP

WAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

HES LIKE SHE SAVED MY LIFE AND TOOK CARE OF ME

WE FELL IN LOVE AD NOW WE’RE MARRIED

SHIVAAY SHIT DOESNT WORK LIKE THIS

WHY ISNT THE MEDIA ASKING HOW HE MARRIED SOMEONE ELSE WHEN HES ALREADY MARRIED

The whole family is like what the fuck

Where are Gauri and Bhavya when you need them

ANNIKA FIGURES OUT SHIVAAY IS PROBS DOING THIS BECAUSE HES BEING BLACKMAILED

YES THE WHOLE FAM WILL BAND TOGETHER YES

LOL JHANVI’S LIKE WHAT IF ITS MAHI

Suddenly we all remember Mahi

I HATE THIS SHIT

Annika shows up in their room

guys this episode is so hard to watch my anger is just getting worse

shes wtf is she doing here this is our room

and hes like bitch wah

I hate this guys omg

Annika knows how to handle her man

LOL shes like what is all this tadi

hes using all her words

michmichii - tadibaaaz - kanji aankein

im gonna parallel this when he was trying to bring back her memory

hes like dont say shit to my wife

and shes like the who the hell am i

LOL SHES LIKE CHINTA MATHH KARO JO BHI TUMHARA NAAM HAI

She is roasting Shivaay to Tanya

amazing

LOL SHES LIKE AM I TALKING TO YOU IM TALKING TO HER

Annika is acting like shes a saheli

shes like dont look at him, look at me

hes tells her to stop talking

shes like im talking to your friend

hes like DOST NAHI WIFE

wow im legit ready to beat Shivaay

THROW PAANI BABY DO IT I KNOW ITS COMING

YEAAAHAHHHHHHHHH FUCK HIM UP BABY

Hes like what the fuck lmao

He tells her that he doesnt know her and tells her to leave

shes like bitch im your wife and i have every right to be here

shes like this is my house im staying here

Om and Annika talking things about and they know something is up

See, this is my problem with this track, this has happened so many times that they already know something is up with Shivaay

Theyre gonna call a doctor

Abhay here to take care of the business..

OH BETE KI

HES GONNA BE FUCKING EVIL

ABHAY AND TANYA ARE GONNA BE IN ON IT TOGETHER I BET MY BOTTOM DOLLAR

What the fuck the doctor didnt even examine Shivaay and hes diagnosing him with selective amnesia LOL

He forgot everything that happened for the past year

WHY IS IT ALWAYS ANNIKA SUFFERING THIS ISNT COOL

Annika wants to talk to Shivaay but Om doesnt want her to

Annika knows Shivaay better than he knows himself

MY BABY KNOWS HIM

SHIVAAY HEARD EVERYTHING

I KNEW THIS BITCHASS WAS FAKING

YAS BITCH

He wants to convince Annika he isnt faking what the fuck Shivaay remember when you told Annika you wouldnt hide things from her AND I TOLD YOU NOT TO KEEP PROMISES YOU CANT KEEP

Now hes talking to Tanya and hes like i did everything you asked and now i need the proof

shes getting instructions from someone else *cough*Abhay*cough*

ANNIKA COVERED THE HALLWAY WITH PHOTOS OF THEM BYE

also who took these intimate photos LOL

WAIT

WHY DID THEY USE THIS ONE

WHY DIDNT THEY USE A PHOTO FROM THE WEDDING THEY WERE HAPPY IN LMAO WHO IS IN CHARGE OF THIS STUFF

They need to have an obsessed fan on set to pick things like this for them because they suck

he sensed her coming

aw hes gonna rip them off

HE DID THIS IS SO MEAN

shes like WHAT ARE YOU DOING

my heart hurts this sucks

befazool ke photos

shes like if you dont know me then how do i have these photos

hes like theyre photoshopped

SHES LIKE STOP THIS

He wont even look her in the eye

shes crying

HE TOLD HER TO STOP CRYING

IM HURTING SO MUCH MY DIL

omg farak parta hai phir se? BAS HO GAYA

He turns to leave and his button caught on her mangalsutra

shes so happy she knows hes lying

hes leaving and shes going after him

shes telling him to stop doing this now

hes like dont call me bye these names

Shes like if you’re Shivaay Singh Oberoi, then im ANNIKA

YES BABY FUCK HIM UP

ALSO WHERE IS GAURI WHEN YOU NEED HER BABY COME BACK

Pinky is so happy about this

LOL LITTLE DOES SHE KNOW THIS BITCH IS LYING

omg if she does more things and says shit about Annika to Shivaay oh man the roast that will follow when they find out hes faking

now thats what I wanna see come out of this track LOL

Abhay tryna be the new Shivaay

answering a phone call from Baby

IM TELLING YOU ITS TANYA

THIS IS ALL THEIR PLAN

I dont trust knew characters

BHAVYA BABY IS BACK

BABE THEY NEED YOUR COP EXPERTISE

What the hell is she wearing

I dont think she married Manav

she got a phone call and they arent replying to her

LOL Her phone bg is Mansi’s photo with Leenesh ahah

Chubby is watching her and she seems him

Omg he thinks Manav is kissing her

CHUBBY WHY ARE U TAKING A PHOTO

aw hes really just blowing into her eye

Manav is marrying someone else?? ITS ONLY BEEN 15 DAYS THOUGH?

Who the hell does Abhay think he IS

man im salty

i was hoping he was a good noodle

Abhay is dealing with some work matter lol i dont care about this

oh shit forwarded too much

HOLY SHIT HE JUST BLEW IT UP

WHAT

Omkara and his exhibition people

theyre mad because he hasnt been painting

hes like how am i supposed to bring you so many paintings

the dude is like we need the paintings or we’ll take legal action

WHY ARE WE WASTING TIME ON THIS WHERE IS GAURI

omg theyre gonna sue Om

Abhay is listening in

WHY IS HE TRYING TO BE THE NEW SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI GO AWAY

hes like you are like my brothers

bitch i dont buy this shit

Pinky is so happy

LMAO IS PINKY OK

WHY IS SHE GONNA TELL SHAKTI SHE’S HAPPY SHIVAAY DOESNT REMEMBER ANNIKA

Shakti is like what the fuck ahahhaha

YES

YES TEJ SINGH OBEROI

ROAST HER YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

IM SO UPSET WE DIDNT GET THIS LAST TIME BUT LETS GET IT NOW

Shes like lol you’re saying this?

and hes like yeah because ive learned from my mistakes

I guess thats the difference eh?

Omg this is a ROAST fest

YES SHAKTI TELL HER TO SHUT UP YES

Im so happy that Shivaay is faking and will see all this first hand

Pinky is looking in her cupboad and her suit is burned

I CANT READY HINDI SOMEONE HELP ME

I ONLY CAUGHT THE ENGLISH PART “Be there...it’s payback time for your old crimes”

WHO IS THIS SECRET PERSON CAN I BAKE THEM A CAKE

another raaz?

STOP I DONT NEED ANYMORE

Tanya getting water

and Abhay here

IM TELLING YOU THEYRE IN ON IT

TEJ SEES

YES TEJ YES

Oh snap hes asking what he was saying to Tanya

THIS BITCHASS IS LYING AND SAYS HE TOLD HER THAT ITS NOT GONNA WORK OUT FOR HER HERE

LYING TRASH CAN

Precap:

Om and Shivaay are talking

Om all moody and shit and Shivaay’s like are you okay

and Om is like we’ll talk about it later

THIS BITCHASS SHIVAAY IS LIKE “Gauri se jhagada hua?”

OM IS LIKE OH

YOU REMEMBER GAURI

BUT YOU DONT REMEMBER ANNIKA

AND SHIVAAY IS LIKE

He sees Annika’s reflection in the pool and Tanya’s reflection behind her

what a damn ass MESS

#ishqbaaaz #ishqbaaz #shivika #rikara #ruvya #shivaay singh oberoi #annika #gauri kumari sharma #omkara singh oberoi #rudra singh oberoi #bhavya pratap rathore #ib update #ib oct 3/17

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