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mikufanclub · 2 years ago
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xaviergalatis · 2 years ago
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Xavier's Rap phrases
XD'
Fuck around give you my last name
Draco fire
You ain't got mineuts in your phone then you inlove with me
No condom
For the money im a savage
I got a play on my phone
watch me get this money nigga
tired of being hungry nigga
I'm out here popping ollie's switch
this the start of it
bitch I'm high as fuck I can't even roll my weed
there
I'm in the hills
I keep a FN57 and a G Tuck
told my bad bitch let the camera man hit for me
I go 200 and I crash out
love to beat that till it creame up
you see us scorin'
V.I.P in the plural, while yo section borin'
Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger
Pull the checks, receipt stashed, straight to the palm, drippin'
space ghost coast to coast
ride around with a kill tec
he got shot he ain't get back
I got a whole lot of money coming in
ran off on the plug
Justin Bieber
I need a bitch with a real butt
jugg
I gotta know who you fucked in ths room
codine and a lot of cups
niggas think o can o broke
I can not go broke nigga
Xanny, help the pain, yeah
Please, Xanny, make it go away
know I'm misunderstanding
cuz skin complexion
free my nigga out of that jail
every other night another dollar getting made it
goddamn it
hot sauce
balling
Fast car, NASCAR
bag on fire
you gone fuck around and drowned of this wave
every other night another movie getting made
I spend in the club what you have in the bank
hate
my AP going psycho
had so many bottles gave ugly girl a sip
I'm in the Lambo I'm on my way
my money thick I'll never fold
can't really trust nobody with all this Jewelry on me
take you to the smoke shop we gone get high
got the racks and they all C-Notes
in the rental
all vvses put you in a necklace
diamond district in the chain
certified you know I gang
in the morning or the late
you got that yummy yummy
said she wanna fuck the homie we gone team up
my chain straight from the ocean
niggas think it's sweet
got free wifi they ain't got 3g
I really hate niggas I'm a Nazi
breaking the seal
Jesus piece
the audience
can we get married at the mall?
My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss
pouring up lean
backroom
money falling out the ass I got a lot of cash
I don't
just got up out it they like there he go
really spinny
really drippy
Moscow face
hand deep up in her purse
diamonds hitting
hide it in my sock
I'm her dad
xanny make it go away
I want drugs
college
I'm getting sketched out
shoot out
backroom
do the dash
2am in the A
wanna come to my room
Clancy ( ofwgkta manager )
iraq
hunting em down
backroom
foreign
Afghanistan
hell no nawh
every night
switch lanes
no face no case
club going up on a Tuesday
throw that to the side yeah
press my line
I'm different
wanna go it how I do it
i don't sell Molly no more
stupid lil bitch
lil bitch
put this Greek dick i
water
I didn't do it but fo
smoke
smoke crack
I cannot go broke
Octobers very own
Calabasas
locked in
late night in the studio you can't be wasting all my time
100k for a feat
niggas think it's sweet it's on sight
my new bitch ass fat like that ass on Kim k
I used
I used to
pink and yellow diamonds
my diamonds
diamonds hitting
beat the beat up
think it's sweet it's on sight
crying in a bag
I don't write I ain't got no time
if you is my son
I did it overnight, it couldn't happen any quicker
Always move right so my watch is on the other hand
Pullin' up on exes
old man told me this the way shit had to go
I had my best-friend die
In the middle of the hype
I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard w DC DSS as do s sad d so ass as do DSS s as dddßss sadhat I said
Y'all be cappin' online, on the Instagram
A-a-all we do is just go number one (
pass the Draco hit em with this and that
Yeah, take this X every day just so I can feel more
Diamonds hitting hard on my fucking watch (
Sosa take him down for his pack
Fill up my cup with that Wock and that Tris
I been geeked as fuck and stay right in the party
I'm too high, I can't stop it
I just left the bank, ain't made a deposit
n I got his hoe 17 floors up
island boys in this bitch
we 1700 in this bitch
mask on my face so nobody know
can't post no pictures cuz my case too hot
now she missing me used to fuck her till she sleep
had to cut her off now she just a treesh
cracking penthouse views
could a made some guap today but I was too lazy
I took her to backroom
my new bitch
I live in a house with a pool in the back
cut her off
Bitch, I'm married to this X, i
get high than a pelican
Think I'm addicted to guap
Think I'm addicted to Wock
I pour the Tussionex right
Up in that Limo tint, know it's me
I'm
Fuck up my racks then double 'em
Walk in Chanel, we cash that bitch out
Fuckin' that bitch and I'm fuckin' her friend
I just turned a fifty to a hundred
riding around with the stop'
Ayy, how you wanna get rolled up,
Catch me out in public
Y'all be cappin' 'bout the fashion, y'all some Helmut lames
Zay just flew out to LA
Heard that court date comin' up, fuck it, finna run
They say, "How'd you get it up?" I did it everyday
limousine tints
bust all over her face an
Uh, that's his hoe, that bitch, she came to fuck
murder suicide
Thirty minutes later, Kobe told me put my mask on
We go rack for rack, it ain't no cap in my rap (
Talkin' 'bout y'all wet? Boy, my bitch got more drip than y'all
If you ain't up a milli', it ain't shit you should be telling me
fell asleep off a four of yeah
I got the data to turn your body into anti-matter
Everybody let's agree that MC's need a tissue
Left the dubs and fifties at the crib, got a knot of Franklins
Green Nike tech, cutter on me, popping out like Zelda
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine
I don't wake up in the mornin' for cereal
Flip the brick, make the whole shit do an aerial
My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss
don't be chasing bitches stack you money up
Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes
gotta sip slow in case I die quic
I'm bout to sip on the suryp till I drowned
imma iconn nigga u just on icloud
imma thank God I'm not in the system
therapy session I'm in the waiting room reading Forbes
can you catch my drip
come my way
I'm catching a case I'm beating the case
I did not get in Canada
But when I'm in Toronto they treat me like Drake
n I show my face the case you know it's me
all in your girls mouth use her like a toilet
I don't ever get no sleep
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solarsleepless · 3 years ago
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what r max's stims? :)
SHSHJSHJSJSJSHJSH
okAY yes i have many thoughts abt adhd max i am vibrating rn
okay so first of all theres the average well known "flappy hands"
but she really likes it when she has sweaters with longer sleeves because then she can just flap them around
leg bounce leg bounce leg bounce
cracking her knuckles. she does this SO often its unreal
she doesnt have many vocal stims but she goes "ba ba ba" or just humming and singing sometimes
also running her hand on the bottom of her skateboard, and/or rolling the wheels
just being on her skateboard and swaying is a huge stim
chewing her shirt lmao
im also gonna say that she also stims by pressing on buttons and other stuff in the arcade. its just Nice To Do
also stims by kicking off of the ground on her skateboard. very nice
well this is gonna turn into adhd max rant get ready
she had adhd combined (like yours truly) and finds it hard to concentrate in class
she totally hyperfixated on video games at some point
and comics probably
and skateboarding too
she is a VERY picky eater. like she could barely eat stuff in california, so when she moves to hawkins it only gets worse
sensory issues my abhorreeed
can't stand too-loud noises (b!lly of course knows this and turns up music in his car so that he can't even hear himself)
that being said she cant STAND the silence and always needs background noise (she and el bond over liking white noise from tv)
SHE LOVES TANGLERS SO MUCH
goes nonverbal sometimes because of the fear that if she says anything itll just make things worse. the party + steve is very concerned at first, then learn to live with it
WHISTLE STIM WHISTLE STIM WHISTLE
she has so many weighted blankets. she couldnt actually use them much because it was too hot in cali but then in hawkins she used them all the time
SPINNY CHAIR SPINNY CHAIR
undiagnosed
loves fluffy jumpers. she never really used or felt them earlier because of the hotness of california but when she was cold and lucas lent her his fluffy jumper...
well let's just say he didn't get it back
rubbing her hand over lucas's knuckles :)
i know i've already said singing stim but just imagine her singing 'material girl' or 'old time rock and roll'
echolalia! only sometimes tho
like erica will go "hey max me and lukie are gonna make a cake wanna help?" "cake?" "cake" "cake!" "cake!" "cake"
also the sinclair family is so accepting. they're confused but they just accept max and thats okay
once the party started looking up what adhd was, max brought it up once and immediately they all went 'that's only for little boys'
(which is bullshit obvs)
remember that sleepover scene where max is dancing? yeah that but its a stim
the party + the teens have a running joke of max being moth because she stares at lights so much. visual stim
she scratches as a(n unhealthy) stim but it gets worse after billy's death
hates it when people shout, usually goes nonverbal if it's directed at her
jumps when she's happy!!
you know how she just wears basic and unlayered clothes? yeah she chooses them on purpose because tight stuff feels Bad
she hates labels with her entire being
she seems like the kind of gal to bite her nails
also adopted dustin's "grrr" as a stim
"hey max- grrr" "...what was that?" "...grrr" "could you teach me how to do that" ".. o k a y ?"
will and max (i hc will as autistic) both have lil stimming sessions! they just notice the other stimming and join in, just leaving them laughing at the end!
lucas is super understanding of her stims
he learnt to recognize when she's understimulated and gives her fidget toys!! and if he doesnt have any then he'll just straight up grab her hand and start rubbing his fingers against the knuckles
i'd like to say:
*SLAPS ROOF OF MAX MAYFIELD* THIS BITCH CAN HOLD SO MUCH RSD
she wasnt doing so good in the first place
thinking stuff like
"maybe if i wasnt born then my parents wouldn't have divorced"
and stuff like that
(billy intentionally makes it worse because of course he does)
but then it gets so. much. worse.
you know mike said "because you're annoying" in s2?
YOU CAN BET THAT TRIGGERED HER RSD SO HARD
and also when el just walked past her in s2? yeah well
that didn't go off well with her rsd either
lucas has to reassure her that she's not a mistake, she's not annoying, he doesn't secretly hate her, etc etc
he doesnt think he'll ever forgive mike for triggering her rsd so badly
this has so many hurt/comfort possibilities in fic holy fuck-
lucas immediately shuts down her deprecating comments
like IMMEDIATELY
he wont stand for that shit
he is glaring so badly at anyone who triggers max's rsd
unless it's someone they love (like erica) who doesn't actually know what they did wrong and want to make up for it
once erica activated her rsd by accident
just with a lil lighthearted comment
"ugh i hope you arent as annoying as lukey's little friends on the walkie talkie"
once erica finds out abt what she did she feels SO bad. babey
she does everything she can to make up for it
apologizes properly when they're both brushing the barbie's hair
she finds out max stims by brushing barbie's hair when max has to look after once
so when she can see max is understimulated she'll just toss a barbie and a hairbrush her way
also likes max's echolalia (can you hear that? its the sound of max's euphoria boosting)
erica learns to lower her voice around max
max can't watch anything without subtitles btw
she just cannot
she'll watch it and cause she's smart she'll figure out what's going on
but often has to turn to lucas and go "whats going on???"
she loves the feeling of snow thru her gloves
maybe its the cold but still. very Nice
uhh i have more but i cant be bothered also this is too long already
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sanchoyo · 3 years ago
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danny phantom, season 3, episodes 7-13 thoughts! cannot believe im finishing this series so fast. ...cannot believe it ended like that...uh. one of the weirdest finales to a show I think I've seen, it really stood out against the rest of the series, and not in a good way, in my opinion. I paused to yell in caps lock...several times, I think, out of anger... BUT. ANYWAY, HERE WE GO.
see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3
-the fentons putting the kids to Work in the lab, with NO SAFETY GEAR. AT ALL. THEY JUST GOT BACK FROM SCHOOL AND ARE TIRED!!! and when jack asked how danny his day was and danny tried to say it was bad jack cut him off :( for the 400th time, i am stealing these kids.
-maddie and jack IMMEDIATELY SELLING THEIR LAB AND WORK FOR A LOT OF MONEY. and danny cant get into the portal anymore, oh no!!! he could always just steal vlads I Guess.
-THEY ARE VLADS NEW NEIGHBOR. OH MY GOD. this is a sitcom format. a butler came with the new mansion. i would absolutely try a kiwi fudge milkshake, why is the butler disgusted.
-the..guys in white bought the lab to shoot a missile. into the ghost zone thru the portal. bro i hate these guys
-jazz straight up setting her new bedroom up in the library. i am very very jealous
-"RATED E, FOR ENTRAILS"
-I like how the 14 year olds very quickly realize if the giw destroy the ghost zone itll destroy OUR ZONE because its just. like. the other side of the quarter so to speak. and the giw, a fully funded government agency, didnt consider that...(or worse, are willing to risk that anyway...)
-a...graphic novel version of the constitution? what in the world have you been READING SAM
-'cool, I always wanted to be called a meddling kid!' scooby doo reference...
-can they keep the butler. I love him.
-ecto latte....I also want to try that. is ectoplasm edible...
-YESS I KNEW DANNY WOULD USE VLAD'S PORTAL. vindicated.
-DANNY WHY DIDNT YOU JUST ASK JOHNNY NICELY. STEALING HIS BIKE IS SO SO RUDE.
-youngblood is also into astronaut stuff, thats really cute. and him being like 'phantom, dude!! :D' ALL EXCITED. THATS ADORABLE.
-the slapstick comedy of the giw slipping and falling and running into shit in the lab. is funny, but also, because this lab has NOOO safety codes in practice. god its a wonder dannys the only one to have died here...
-JOHNNY, SKULKER AND YOUNGBLOOD HELPING DANNY!!! I keep saying it but the other ghosts helping him. is my fav thing in the world. and, it's a really good thing the missile in the real world was harmless...otherwise the fentons wouldn't have had a home/lab to come back to...
-WULF WANTED POSTER!!! we havent seen wulfy in so long :( very funny the box ghost is offended by how much these ghosts are wanted for. first off, what do ghosts even DO WITH MONEY. does the ghost zone have its own currency??? what are ghosts BUYING
-the box ghost is So Funny, im so glad hes still got his bubble wrap. u are VERY wanted in THIS house box ghost. you are SO scary king. dont give up on ur dreams
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-this needs to be a meme format. I made a transparent version, very very messily, for future use.
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-this is a Fellow and a Friend
-box ghost accidentally bringing lunch for everyone, and giving people at the mall free shoes. SHOES ARE SO EXPENSIVE, ID BE SO GRATEFUL. helpful king. i feel SO bad for him lmao, he's putting in SO much effort. he wants the evil aesthetic So bad but hes Just Too Silly. I understand your plight, box ghost....
-oh my god. pandoras BOX. 'THOSE OF US IN THE BOX TRADE' HOW MANY ARE IN THIS BOX TRADE. I WANT IN. pandora is a multi-armed ghost goddess and i love her.
-SKULKER WHY ARE YOU RUNNING FROM THE EVIL UNICORN?? YOURE A HUNTER!! JUST SHOOT IT!!!!!!! JUST HUNT IT!!!
-box ghost...where did you get the cowboy hat. I respect it, i just want to know
-JAZZ COMING IN WITH THE BAZOOKA TO FIGHT THE 10 HEADED DRAGON!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! and the rest of the fentons I Guess
-ignoring the sam/danny moments. I simple do not see them.
-...why doesnt danny just fly over the maze. or do the whole 'real world people act as ghosts in the ghost zone' and turn back!!! I know its just to show off the ghost greek monster designs. but STILL.
-danny being like. um. hi pandora. i found your box. >< polite...PANDORA IS SO GIANT. GIANT GHOST WOMAN. SHES GOING TO BEAT BOX GHOSTS ASS. another ghost thats nice to danny to add to the list :) and HER FORCING BOX GHOST TO APOLOGIZE. and having sandwiches with danny after making box ghost clean up. I LOVE HER.
-DANNYS 'BEWARE' AT THE END JAKHDJFKN
-okay, when dash pulled out danny's seat and was calling him buddy, for half a second I was like 'this is a prank, hes gonna pull it back' BUT THEN FRIGHT KNIGHT MY BELOVED IS BACK. AND EVERYONE STARTS CHANTING FOR DANNY TO BEAT HIS ASS WITH GHOST POWERS AND DANNY DOES WAY TOO EASILY, and im like, yup, this is a dream LMAO
-danny is getting an A+ in science :) my smart son
-DANNY WAKING UP FROM THE DREAM RIGHT BEFORE KISSING SAM AND BEING LIKE 'that was a dream...no, a NIGHTMARE!' same. not to be a hater but, shouldve been val. maybe I am a hater
-...danny running and checking the 'tapes'...why is his whole house constantly being recorded. hes been in ghost form/fights plenty of times in his house. does he have to run and wipe the tapes after?? every single time?? god
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-letting this image speak for itself
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-this is SO cursed
-NOCTURN'S DESIGN FUCKS SO HARD. the Venice mask vibes. also his space pattern not moving while the rest of his animation does is big chowder vibes. but this guy is basically the sandman but Evil, huh. I love dream plots. also, nocturn's design feels very similar to clockwork, like, red eyes and a scar over the same eye, but also just the purple, and the Cosmic Vibes. I want to see them fight. anyway nocturn's va was also avatar roku AND alfred in several batman cartoons.
-the 'sleepwalkers' designs were super cute in shape (kinda remind me of oogie boogie! pillow-cased shaped, which is appropriate for the 'king of dreams's minions) until I looked closer at their eyes. why do they look sewn shut!! (they open their eyes a few times, so they aren't, but they look like it...)
-I like how this show has been pretty consistent (with a few exceptions) about a Ghost Being Huge (or getting larger) = Very Powerful
-2 months of summer camping??? wtf, do camping things usually take that long?? I've never been to a camping...thing like that. but isnt that basically their entire summer??
-'the entirety of nature is your bathroom!' and thats why I do no camping despite loving nature LMAO.
-sam, at least TRY TO BE NICE TO THE OTHER GIRLS YOU'RE GOING TO BE SHARING A CABIN WITH. also, the amount of times people in this show have their SHOES ON THE BED!!! IM DISGUSTED
-swamp creature Is A Ghost. Big Foot is a Ghost. starting to think in this universe, every single cryptid or legend is a Ghost Actually
-paulina crying not only because star is missing, but because SHE FORGOT HER SUNBLOCK AND SHE BURNS SO EASILY!!!! okay girlfriends
-ghost cops are the real monsters at the camp. i.......I mean. fair. no one missed you walker
-WULF!!!!!!!!!!! WULF IS BACK!!!!!!!! MY FRIEND WULF :D MI AMAS VIN!!!!! kaj danny lernis Esperanto :)
-'relax kid, we arent here to do any harm' *immediately shoots danny* yeah. ghost cops. and also danny bringing walker 'wulf' and walker IMMEDIATELY SUCKING DANNY IN A THERMOS. FUCK OFF
-haha walker Bald. and haha walker Frozen Now
-the fenton thermos can...reverse its polarity to close portals? okay
-LIBERA MIA AMIKO. :")
-ohhh they end the ep with them star gazing, thats pretty cute...
-dani is back! ...with a new voice actress? wiki says AnnaSophia was in 3 diff movies in 2007 when this aired, so she was probably too busy... (including, bridge to terabithia aka the movie that ripped my heart out that I mentioned in the first ep Dani was in...kinda wanna rewatch it now)
-shes still scared of vlad, who's still being creepy and spying on her. 'shes hardly going to come home to daddy!' I WONDER WHY. also does vlad's cat look more evil than last time? love the concept of him going shopping for cats and being like 'give me your most EVILEST looking cat, please, so I can pet it in my spinny chair dramatically!' ...oh god white cat hair on his black suit. I have a black cat and her hair is still way too noticeable..
-vlad has a big 'valerie' button in his office. can he be pressing that button every episode, thanks
-'theres a GIRL called dani phantom?' yeah valerie. no relation, obviously, even with her looking EXACTLY like danny. so sad valerie just wants to help her dad and her get out of the place theyre in now and vlad using her. ill MAUL HIM
-dani having to STEAL FOOD. :( and valerie immediately being like oh poor kid :(( and trying to help her!!! and then dani immediately helping valerie!! this episode is starting SO well
-...and then valerie catching her. DAMN IT. and being surprised dani knew danny?? HELLO VALERIE I KNOW YOURE SMARTER THAN THIS. I AM SO SORRY THEY WROTE YOU THIS WAY. I STILL LOVE AND BELIEVE IN U !!!
-valerie lying her ASS off for a chance at gettin danny. ok <3 also 'they couldnt catch a ghost if it was living under their own roof' JSDHKJHNK
-danny. why dont you just tell valerie!! this would be so much easier if he was direct. there is NO way valerie would hurt danny (fenton) she'd be HORRIFIED. esp since she got on board helping dani!!
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-look at valerie and danny. flying together. about to go beat vlads ass together <333
-DANI SCREAMING AS VLAD IS MELTING HER. WHAT THE FUCCCK
-...fucking vlad convincing valerie hes a good dude with his stupid duplication. FUCK. DANNY JUST TELL H E R
-jesus christ how many times has danny had to watch loved ones die. even if she didnt stay perma-dead. glad they fixed her...
-valerie and dani pranking danny when he came out, oh :( cute...them havin fun and laughing together...babies
-BUT THEYRE JUST LETTING DANI LEAVE, AGAIN??? SHE WAS PREVIOUSLY STEALING FOOD. CHRIST GIVE HER A PLACE TO LIVE. OR A FAMILY. actually, I think it'd be really cute if, since danny isnt ready to out himself, dani went and lived with valerie?? dunno if her dad would have the money but,, it'd be a cute concept. big sis valerie...
-'tomorrow, it's game on!' 'and ill be ready to play!' THE FLIRTING....DANNY/VALERIE REAL
-oh my god,, valerie found out about vlad in the end. But he doesn’t know she knows!!! the DRAMA!!! HOLY SHIT THAT ENDING.
-this episode was. SO Much and probably one of my favorites out of s3. (I mean, there has been a gross lack of valerie this whole season, so thats not a hard choice to make...)
-FINALE EPISODE TIME.
-the title screen looks different! so no title card...
-vlad has his own fucked up satellite that looks like him?? okay. why does the animation look so different?? are they mixing cg in?? for what. anyway, vlad and the gang in SPACE. danny is 100% living his astronaut dreams rn
-'defeating frostbite' YOU BETTER NOT HAVE. YOU STOLE HIS COOL MAP. FUCK YOU VLAD
-wait oh my god. vlad is the final series boss, isn't he. I half expected a fake out, for another boss to show up midway, and for him to finally have to have a real truce with danny for this ep. ITS THE FINALE. VLAD FEELS SO UNDERWHELMING.
-And it's like-- his character isn't bad, i just feel like..he has more potential! they WANT him to seem like some smart super evil genius, but the way he's written makes that SO hard to believe...but the solid backstory and design is THERE and its FRUSTRATING.
-...DANNY CALLING VLAD OUT SAYING HE NEEDS THERAPY LMAOO THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING.
-my grandpa technus is in the finale too :) 'well look on the bright side, at least im not downloading them illegally!' he says while stealing dvds. feels like hes calling me out. im watching this series on a bootleg website lmao. anyway, him turning the tech into a transformer. love that
-mASters BLASters sTOp diSAsterS shut the fuck up. you will never be valerie or danny. bite chomp kill. violence
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-like this if u crie everytiem
-my god the 3d/cgi mixed in looks SO BAD IT DIDNT AGE WELL AT ALL
-the white stripe in dannys hair kinda rules tho. did he just KILL HIS GHOST HALF??? 'revert his human half back to normal' UM. you ever unkill yourself. why are his friends/jazz so mad about it, he'll be in a lot less danger!! christ. they can still hunt ghosts!! as humans!! if they want to!! hes 14 if he wanted to be normal. let him. vlads stupid little team has things COVERED apparently. why are they acting like this. jazz would never act like this. is this fake whats going ON
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-oh my god jack was in a college band. vlad was also in the band. what did instruments they play. i didnt need that headline to tell me they sucked, but i want to KNOW MORE REGARDLESS
-valerie was here for 0.3 seconds.
-sam calling danny selfish. the audacity. no one is stopping YOU from hunting ghosts, girl. valerie does it!!
-I'm halfway through the episode and incredibly underwhelmed so far.
-why would they send jack and 3 teens to space to destroy the asteroid. why not professional astronauts. not even the 3 teens that have already been to space this episode...
-jack getting beat up by teenagers. ON TV. IN SPACE. I GUESS. I GUESS EVERYONE AGREED TO SEND JACK BECAUSE..VLAD SAID SO? we know it was to embarrass jack, but why would everyone agree. why didnt any other space program Do More or whatever, they sent like, 3 rockets/missiles tops?? no way
-danny attempting to punch vlad in the face. i WISH HE WOULDVE LANDED THAT HIT.
-vlad outed himself on live tv, on purpose? and BLASTED AT THE TEENAGERS HE HIRED. LMAO. HES HOLDING THE WORLD HOSTAGE, MAKING THEM PAY HIM BILLIONS TO STOP THE STUPID ASTROID. THATS YOUR GRAND PLAN??? REALLY. REALLY. im like. lmfao
-jack just now, on the last episode GETTING TOLD HE MADE VLAD A GHOST. THIS SHOULDVE HAPPENED WAY SOONER. jack's reaction was one of the only times in this entire show hes seemed human. 'an old friend? no. you? yes.' GET HIS ASSSS ACTUALLY. HE STRAIGHT UP LEFT VLAD IN SPACE. GOD DAMN. that is a Murder! I mean, I guess vlad could fly back to earth, but...I mean, he'll have to, right? no food in space. (that we KNOW of...)
-'thE WHolE EArtH, INTangiBLe?!' oh my god.
-...the white strand of hair somehow still had ghost dna, I guess, and getting blasted turned him back into phantom. I GUESS. I GUESS.
-the fentons being the first to clap for danny despite not knowing hes phantom...that was sweet. and very sudden character development, not at all gradual over the course of time or episodes like it probably should have been...
-sam and danny kissing. IT SHOULDVE BEEN VALERIE, BUT OKAY, I GUESS. also, its a little underwhelming, considering theyve kissed already...
-ALL of the ghosts being ready to beat danny's ass? really. no they wouldn't, they've worked together before, and some of those ghosts are friendly!! cringe. why is the last ep written like this. I mean they came thru at the last minute but. was really cringing for a minute there, why did they write it like that
-valerie is there for another 0.3 seconds! ....she should've been more involved. dani is also there! for also like 0.3 seconds. almost fast enough to miss. (btw, I think shes still homeless at this point, are, we going to...do ANYTHING ABOUT THAT IN THE LAST 5 MINS OF THE SHOW)
-the cgi smoke or whatever it is. this whole post is me saying the cgi is bad, but IT IS.
-'danny or should we say. DAAANNNNY.' this is like the 3rd or 4th time hes been outed damn, but to the whole world, again. and valerie saw, and is just. an extra in the bg clapping. bro im so mad.
-TUCKER IS THE NEW MAYOR? WHAT THE FUCK?? HES 14.
-i think. this is still linked to the dream ep a few times ago. hes still dreaming. this is a plot a 14 year old would write. this feels like a bad fanfic. so much got rushed, and not tied up. vlad wasnt really even the villain this episode, a fucking. non-being asteroid was.
-they kiss again. ok. sure. whatever at this point.
-VLAD IS NOW A FREE-ROAMING SPACE NOMAD. I GUESS. THATS. SURE. WHATEVER. THE END, I GUESS. cannot believe I'm saying this, but: they did vlad dirty.
-IF YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE HIM A VILLAIN, MAKE HIM A VILLAIN!!! DON'T MAKE IT A METEOR!!! STOP BEING WISHY WASHY WHO WANTS TO SEE DANNY VS ASTEROID!!! I didnt even WANT vlad to be the final villain because his character is SO back and forth (esp this season.) but he has done some FUCKED UP SHIT AND I WANTED THE WRITERS TO DOUBLE DOWN, PERSONALLY, IF THEY HAD TO MAKE HIM THE FINAL BOSS. the cabin ep where he basically held danny and maddie hostage? FUCKED. THE DANI THING? FUCKED. FUCKING COMMIT AND MAKE HIM ACTUALLY SCARY OR HAVE HIM FUCK OFF AND AGREE TO A TRUCE!! WHAT IS THIS DYING IN SPACE NONSENSE. (and, he will (fully) die out there, right? still half human, still needs food and water. I imagine he'll like, slowly half-die but this time his human side is dying. will he come back 100% ghost? we dONT KNOW. WE DONT GET TO SEE, ITS PLAYED LIKE SOME FUNNY THING AT THE END, THEN THATS IT!!! WHAT!!!)
-I don't know how to articulate how FRUSTRATING THAT IS. having him basically out himself and ''hold the world hostage'' does not track at all in my brain. like. he's always been scary because he is HUMAN, TOO. like, if he was 100% ghost, he'd be LESS scary, but vlad MASTERS has more power and influence than vlad PLASMIUS because of his position as mayor, his money, too, and his (supposed, s3 made me doubt it) intelligence/manipulation skills, and his being in good graces with jack made it HARD FOR DANNY. him outing himself for,, money and to 'control the world' i guess?? MONEY WAS NEVER HIS LIKE, MAIN GOAL. yeah obv he likes money and is materialistic and values his Rich Life, but hes got billions, the end goal? 1. getting maddie (and or danny as his son, but to me he always treated that as secondary) 2. ruining jack. this feels like they wanted to say 'oh he just wants POWER' which is. HMM?? OKAY?? obv he /does/ want power (usually over certain ppl, tho), but seeing him try to get it like this FELT WEIRD SOMEHOW. weird like the ep where he tried and failed to take over various historical civilizations, because like,, how is that realistically going to do anything for him?? just, being in that time forever and never seeing maddie aka Goal #1 again?? HELLO??? this was like that, but worse
-this was such a weird ending to an entire show. why did season 3 only have 13 episodes?? why did it feel so weirdly paced?? WHY WAS THE ENDING LIKE THAT. I think. I am going to pretend I did not see that. fucked up, dudes. I'm like...hm. I shouldn't have watched that because now I'm mad. valerie sweetie im SO sorry you shouldve been more present. it felt like..if they knew this season was going to be short, and the last season, they should've spent more time wrapping up EVERYONE'S plot lines for the entire season. imagine how cool it wouldve been if every single ep of season 3 was working towards something, a big, nice wrap up at the end, with nothing feeling TOO rushed because they'd been heading towards the End for the whole season....
I will probably end up writing a follow up full series thoughts post. In a couple of days so I can sit with my thoughts. BUT. overall, I really liked the show! (ignoring the finale and some of the moments that aged pretty poorly...) it was charming and a fun concept and very fun to watch in general :) and I am pretending the finale didnt happen <3 and I’m gonna dive RIGHT into the dp tags and mix fanart and posts in my queue, very excited to run and look at that 🏃🏻 (and, of course, make more fanart myself hehe >:3)
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Future Management Chapter 10
A/N: Hi everybody! Thank you so so SO much for all your love for this story.  This is probably going to be the last chapter.  I know, but I’m thinking I might do another one shot or some headcannons? Maybe you guys can let me know what you think. Anyway! Love you guys and hope you continue to enjoy!
Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader
Summary: You and Ben Hardy had been together for the better part of a decade.  After hitting a rough patch, the two of you decide to end things. However, one small surprise keeps you two connected more than you thought.
Warnings: I’ve written a lot of fluff in my day, but damn. This one may take the cake.    
Catch Up: Prologue (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188795655663/future-management)  Chapter 1 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188846514968/future-management-chapter-1) Chapter 2 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188923255568/future-management-chapter-2) Chapter 3 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189095339763/future-management-chapter-3) Chapter 4 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189199837403/future-management-chapter-4) Chapter 5 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189300488163/future-management-chapter-5) Chapter 6 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189442099338/future-management-chapter-6) Chapter 7 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189800039798/future-management-chapter-7) Chapter 8 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189937325478/future-management-chapter-8) Chapter 9 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/190017663658/future-management-chapter-9)
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 ONE YEAR LATER-CHRISTMAS
“Mommy, can we open presents now?!” Eliza asked as soon as you walked through the door after Church.  The house mostly only had Christmas decorations left in it.  You had slowly started moving things to London over the past couple weeks. You’d officially be moving shortly after the first of the year.   
“No, Lovebug. We’ve got to call Daddy first.”
Eliza threw her head back, but waited for you to FaceTime Ben.  The two of you sat down on the couch.  
Ben answered, and it looked like he was driving a car.
“Good morning, loves,” Ben grinned at you.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy!”
“Merry Christmas, Birdie! Have you opened your presents yet?”
“No! Mommy said we had to call you!
Ben laughed at the annoyance in Eliza’s tone and in your face.
“Where are you?”
“On my way to Gran’s,” Ben smiled like he had a secret. “Can you wait about ten minutes, Liza? Gran would like to see it too.”
Eliza sighed dramatically.
“God, you’d think her parents were actors or something,” you stroked her hair as she rested her head on your shoulder.
“Why don’t you tell me about Grandma and Grandpa’s last night?” Ben asked.
Eliza started telling Ben about going to your mom and dad’s last night and it worked. She showed him some of the presents she had gotten and he showed her as much enthusiasm as he could. You loved that about him. No matter what Eliza showed him or told him, he made her think it was the best thing in the world.
You watched as Ben got out of the car and kept talking to Eliza.
“Just a couple more seconds, then you can open your presents, sweetheart.”
“Yay!”
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. You cocked an eyebrow and told Eliza to stay there. You walked over and opened the door to see...
“BEN!” You threw your arms around Ben and buried your face in the crook of his neck. You felt tears come to your eyes.
“DADDY!” You heard Eliza yell and come running towards you both. You both picked her up and Ben smothered her with kisses.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, wiping your eyes.
“I wanted to surprise my girls,” Ben responded with a soft smile.
“Daddy, I’m so happy you’re here! Merry Christmas!”
“Oh Happy Christmas, Birdie. Are you ready for presents?”
“YES!” Eliza wiggled out of your arms. You put her down and she ran away towards the presents.
You watched her before turning back to Ben.
“I can’t believe you’re here.”
Ben pulled you into a kiss.
“Mommy! Daddy! PRESENTS!”
You pulled away and giggled.
“We better get in there before she tears the whole house apart.”
The two of you walked, hand in hand, to the living room so see Eliza sorting the presents.   
“Mommy! You have some too!”
“Thank you, sweetie,” you looked to Ben.  “Do you want a coffee or anything?  I can make it while she’s sorting.”  
“I’d love one, thank you,” Ben kissed your nose.  
You walked into the kitchen, your heart finally slowing down.  You were so excited to see him.  You and Ben had talked about him coming to New York for Christmas, but he had just started a new project and they needed him the day after (which would be about the time you would be celebrating).  You wanted to ask him, but figured you should let Eliza open her presents first.  
You walked into the living room with Ben’s coffee and handed it to him on the couch, you cuddled into his arms.  
“Daddy, all of yours are in London,” Eliza looked up at Ben with wide eyes.  “You don’t have any to open!”  She started looking at some of her boxes and placed some in front of him.  “Here, you can have some of mine.”  
Your heart swelled.  She was honestly the sweetest little girl you’d ever met.  You still weren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky.  You had your daughter and the love of your life. There was nothing more you needed.
“Oh no, Birdie, you can have your presents.  I already opened mine with Gran a couple of days ago.”
Eliza gasped. “You got to open your presents early?! What about Santa?”
“He um…he knew that I was coming here so he dropped them off early,” Ben’s voice was slightly shaky.
“I didn’t know Santa would do that!”  
You bit your lip to keep from laughing.  
“Alright, Lovebug, why don’t you get started?”
Eliza started opening her presents and she was just as excited every time she opened one. You and Ben matched her eagerness with each one.  
Once she finished, she ran over and threw herself in your lap, hugging you.  
“Thank you, Mommy!”  She reached over and hugged Ben too.  “And you Daddy!  Thank you!”
“Of course, sweetie.”
“Now Mommy, your turn!” Eliza crawled into Ben’s lap and watched you.  
“Thank you, Liza,” you told her before picking up a package and opening it.  It was a candid picture of Eliza and Ben playing at the park on canvas.  Your eyes started swimming.  You knew you had asked for pictures, but this was more than you had thought you would get.
“Mommy, why are you crying?  Do you not like it?” Eliza’s voice was quiet, like it was when she thought she might be in trouble.
You smiled at her and shook your head.  “I love it, baby.  Thank you so so much.”  You leaned over and kissed her forehead.  
“Daddy and Unkie Gil helped!”  
You smiled at Ben.  “I’m sure they did,” you kissed Ben’s cheek.  “Thank you.”  
“Yay! Daddy said you would like it.”  
You opened the rest of your gifts and loved each of them.  Eliza had painted you a coffee mug with a heart on one side and ‘Mommy’ on the other.  
“Grandma helped me!”  
“Well thank you, Lovebug.”  
“You’re welcome!  I think that’s all your presents, Mommy.”
“And they were all…”
“Hold on, Birdie.  I think I see one more in the tree,” Ben glanced at the tree,
You squinted at it and saw there was something there.  How had you not noticed that?  
Eliza stood up and plucked the small box out of the tree.  
“There’s no name!”
“Bring it over here, honey,” you told her with a glanced at Ben.  You noticed he was fidgeting his hands and bouncing one of his legs.  
“I’ll take it, Birdie,” Ben’s voice had that same shaky tone when he’d mentioned Santa.
Eliza brought the box over and handed it to Ben before sitting between the two of you.  
“What is it, Daddy?”  
“Well, sweetheart,” Ben cleared his throat.  His eyes flickered to you before meeting Eliza’s again.  “I’ve been thinking for a while now. You know that you and Mummy are going to come to London to live with Daddy?”
“Yeah! And Frankie!”  
Ben chuckled. “Yes, and Frankie.  And you know that Mummy and Daddy love each other?”  
Eliza nodded.
“And,” Ben cleared his throat again.  “Well, Daddy’s been thinking that…well, maybe,” Ben looked at you.  
You finally put everything together and your brain suddenly felt fuzzy.  
“Ben?” you breathed out.  
Ben stood up, opened the box, and dropped down to one knee.
“Y/N, I…I know this is…well, we’ve been down this road before, and it didn’t work out the way we originally planned.  But, this past year, with you and Eliza, us being a family, have been the happiest of my life and I just...” Ben’s eyes started to fill with your tears.  
Or maybe that was yours.  At this point, you couldn’t really tell.  
“I never want this to end.  So please, Y/N, will you marry me?  Again?”
Your heart was thumping.  You couldn’t believe that this was happening.  You had thought that maybe the two of you would live together for a while and then maybe you and Ben would get married again.  You’d talked about it in passing, but nothing really substantial.  How long…?
You must’ve been quiet for a little too long.
“Mommy? Are you okay?”  
That brought you back to reality.  You glanced at her and wiped your eyes again.
“Yes, baby, I’m okay.”  You looked back to Ben and smiled wide at him.  “And of course! Of course I’ll marry you!”  
Ben stood up and wrapped his arms around you.  He picked you up and spun around with you.  
“Daddy! I wanna spinny too!”  
You and Ben laughed and picked her up, spinning around with her.
Eliza giggled when you stopped and Ben gave you a kiss.  
A couple hours later, Eliza had fallen asleep with her head in your lap (the rest of her body over Ben’s) as the three of you watched Elf.  You examined the ring and played with it.  
“How did you get this back?” You whispered.  It was the same ring that you had offered him back after the divorce. The one that had belonged to his family that he’d told you to keep.  
“When Joe was here helping you pack things up, he may or may not have also been on a spy mission.”  
“Joe stole it?!”  
“I wouldn’t say steal it,  I’d say he nicked it.”  
“Shut up,” you rested your head on Ben’s shoulder.  “You realize how ridiculously cliché it was for you to propose on Christmas, right?”  
“Well,” Ben started, resting his head on yours.  “I was planning on waiting until you were back in London, but I just…I couldn’t. I wanted to ask you as soon as I could and once I thought about surprising you here, it came to mind. Gwil may have helped a little with the planning.”  
“Speaking of, do we need to call anybody?”
“We can in a little bit.  For now,” Ben stroked Eliza’s hair.  “Let’s just enjoy the rest of Christmas, yeah?”
“Don’t they need you on set?”
“I asked for an extended holiday.”
“So when do you need to go back?”
Ben sighed. “Too soon.”  
You were quiet then.  You knew that meant that he probably only had today and maybe tomorrow to be with you and Eliza.  You closed your eyes, deciding that you’d just enjoy Christmas with your daughter and fiancé.  
��3 years later
You walked down the stairs after helping Eliza get the crayons down so she could make Ben a birthday card since his birthday was in a couple of days. She wanted to make it totally by herself and so you left her alone in her room. 7 years old and she was already so independent. You could hear Ben muttering in the living room.
“...And that’s Tottenham. We don’t like them either. Matter of fact, if it’s not Arsenal, we don’t like them.  When you start talking, Daddy will teach you the song.”
You chuckled to yourself and leaned against the doorway, watching him rock your 8 month old son. Ethan looked up at his dad with those big green eyes, but you could tell he was barely awake.
“You know, you probably should let the kids pick their own teams.”
Ben looked over at you and smiled.
“They’re more than welcome to like whomever they want,” Ben looked down at Ethan. “But if you want Daddy to love you, you’ll like Arsenal,” he cooed, making Ethan smile. “Yes, you will.”
You rolled your eyes but walked into the living room, closer to your boys.
“I think you’re being a tad ridiculous, but whatever.”
“Eliza likes Arsenal.”
You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek.
“Eliza loves her Daddy and her daddy likes Arsenal.”
Ben chuckled.
“Where is she?”
“Upstairs, she’s making somebody a birthday card,” you watched as Ethan blew a raspberry at you and then giggled. “Are you ready for your nap, little man?”
Ethan reached for you and you took him in your arms.
“Tell Daddy nini. We’ll see him soon.”
Ben leaned over and kissed Ethan’s head. “Daddy loves you.” Then he kissed your cheek. “And I love you.”
“Love you too,” you grinned at him before going upstairs to lie Ethan down.
“Mummy,” you heard hissed from Eliza’s bedroom after Ethan was snug in his crib.
“Yes, Lovebug?”
She gestured you into her room and she quickly shut the door when you were inside.
“Here’s Daddy’s card!” She handed you the card she’d made.
On the front it said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!” You smiled, and opened the inside. Inside was a picture of your family. All four of you. Ben was on one end, Eliza and Ethan were in the middle, and you were on the other end.
“I know Ethan can’t stand yet, so I pretended.”
“This is beautiful, sweetheart. Daddy will love it.”
“Can we give it to him now?!”
You gently ran a hand through her hair.
“In a couple days. Remember? We’re making Daddy breakfast and then we’re going to relax and then Gran is going to come get you.”
Eliza nodded.  
“And you and Daddy are going to dinner.”  
“That’s right, baby.  And then you’ll stay the night with Gran and Mommy and Daddy will come get you in the afternoon.  Do you want to come downstairs watch football with Daddy?”  
“Yeah!”
A few days later, you applied your lipstick to finish getting ready.  
“Love! My Mum’s here!” Ben yelled ay you from downstairs.  
“Alright!” You called down to him.  You looked yourself over one more time before coming downstairs.  
“…games and there’s milk and toys in the bag.  Ethan just ate, so he will probably need his bottle at…”  
“Ben, sweetheart, I know.  I have watched them overnight before.”  
You laughed as you walked into the room.  You loved your mother-in-law.
“Y/N, don’t laugh.  It just encourages her,” Ben rolled his eyes before he looked you over.  “Wow, you look beautiful.”  
“You do, Mummy!”  Eliza peeked around Ben from her seat at the island.  
Ben’s mother was holding Ethan.  He smiled and reached for you when you walked in.  You took him and kissed his forehead then looked to Ben.  
“Thank you, both.  Ben, we should probably get going.  We don’t want to be late.”  You looked at Ethan.  “No we don’t. And you’re going to go with Gran. Yes, you are.”  
“Alright, dears, you should get going.”  
“Daddy, can Frankie come to Gran’s?”  Eliza asked.  You hadn’t noticed that she’d gotten down and was petting the Beagle’s ears.  
“No, Birdie, Mummy and Daddy will be home tonight, so she can stay here tonight.”
Eliza pouted, but gave Frankie a kiss on the head.  “I’ll be home tomorrow, Frankie.”
Frankie barked quietly at her name.  
Eliza and Frankie had become the best of friends over the past couple years. She even started to feed Frankie when Ethan had just been born without being asked.
You and Ben said another round of goodbyes and helped get the kids into your mother-in-law’s car.  After they left, you and Ben went to his car.  He gave you a kiss before he opened your door and gestured you inside. You gave him one more peck over the door.  
“Happy birthday, Benny,” you whispered before you got into the car.  
Ben smiled to himself before he walked to the other side of the car to get in. The two of you talked about your upcoming projects.  Yours would be filming just outside of London, so you would be home every night.  Ben was in talks for a new film that would take place in Ireland, so he would be able to come home on the weekends.  
You pulled up the restaurant and Ben handed the keys to the valet.  
“I can’t believe you go us reservations here,” Ben muttered in your ear.
‘Oh I got us more than that,’ you thought as the maître d lead you the back of the restaurant.  
Sitting at a table, waiting for you and Ben, were six people you knew he’d be incredibly excited to see.  
“BEN!”  They all stood up and shouted.  Ben jumped slightly, making you laugh.  
Gwil, his wife, Carryl, Joe, his wife, Viv, Rami, and Lucy all came to you and Ben for a big group hug.  
“Careful!” Joe declared.  “You’ll squish The Fourth.”  
“I told you not to call the baby that,” Viv rolled her eyes.    
“Wait, does this mean you’re having a boy?” Lucy clapped her hands together.
“We don’t know until the day after we go back.”
“It’s a boy,” Joe replied, slapping Ben on the back.  
Ben rolled his eyes.  “Trust me, mate.  You won’t know before she does.”  
“Two kids and this guy thinks he’s an expert,” Joe joked as you all sat down.
“You’ve certainly come a long way from hiding in your trailer to not play a drum a solo,” Rami smirked.  
“Oh shut up,” Ben gave him a playful punch to the arm.  He then looked around the table.  “Seriously though, thank you all for coming out tonight. You really didn’t have…”
“Stop,” Gwil immediately cut off Ben.  “Of course we did.  When Y/N came up with the idea, we all agreed right away.  We all haven’t been together since your wedding.”  
“That can’t be true,” Carryl frowned as if she was trying to remember.
“What about LA last year?”  Joe threw out.  
You shook your head.  “Ben was in New Zealand.”  
“Oh, that’s right.”  
“I’m offended you don’t remember I wasn’t there,” Ben put a hand on his heart and pouted at Joe.  
“You were there in my dreams, baby,” Joe winked at Ben.  
The whole table laughed.  
“The important thing is we’re here now,” Viv grabbed Joe’s hand just as the waiter came over.  
The rest of the night was the eight of you catching up.  It had been about three years since you had all been together. Yes, you’d met some of them here and there, but there was just something different when all of your were together. It was like a family.  
Halfway through the night, while everybody was listening to Rami tell a story about one of his new costars, Ben leaned over to your ear.  
“Thank you for this,” he whispered.  “Thank you for everything.  This, Eliza, Ethan, giving us a chance again, all of it.  I love you.”  
You felt like you were going to cry.  If somebody had told you when you and Ben were going through your divorce that you’d get back to this point. You were remarried.  The two of you not only had Eliza, but now also Ethan.  You were out with your best friends to celebrate Ben’s birthday.  This was perfect.  It was exactly where you wanted to be.  
“I love you too.”  
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idk if you've done 31. speedingbullet before but oh man, that would be such a wholesome blessing ♡
missed the festival in town this year unfortunately bc travel reasons, time to live vicariously through these fictional 60s/70s gays again. (warnings for sappy, mentions of vomit in goof contexts, mentions of weed because im a creature, food)
31.) “Can I kiss you?”
One of these days, he’d figure out how to get Sniper out of his shell. He was sure of it.
He’d tried just about everything he could think of. He’d invited Sniper to the movies, to tag along to help with a shopping run, out to eat at three kinds of restaurants for lunch and two for dinner. Hell, he’d ended up roping Sniper into a double date, himself set up with a fiery-tempered girl who’d dumped a drink on his head and then written her number on his arm, Sniper with the tag-along friend who apparently needed to get out more. The date hadn’t gotten much of anywhere, the girl and him half-arguing the whole time and Sniper and the other girl staring at their plates and hardly even chiming in when invited. It had taken a bit of pestering to get Sniper to go out again after that.
He dragged Sniper to team meals, to bars, to clubs, to casinos. To a museum, to the farmer’s market, to a flea market. And each and every time he brought Sniper somewhere, the man ended up pacing along beside Scout, hands in his pockets, quietly chiding him when he got argumentative with civilians and quietly laughing at him when his bad luck had him making a fool of himself.
He just wouldn’t open up. Scout told him story after story, showed him all his own interests, presented every kind of joke he could think of, and the guy wouldn’t budge. Wouldn’t start telling his own jokes, wouldn’t start telling his own stories. Wouldn’t commentate on the things around them unless directly asked, and never once suggested where they should go next.
If Scout didn’t like a challenge so much, he would’ve ripped his own damn hair out.
The fair was his last resort. If he couldn’t get Sniper to open up somehow with the excitement and variety and overall greatness of an entire fair, then he was denouncing the man as a robot who did not feel things or have real emotions and turning him over to Engie for further study.
This was the middle day of the fair, meaning it was straight up bustling. Every stand had at least two people at it, and all the food booths had lines, and all the rides had even longer lines, and the number of teenagers stood around with each other was downright astronomical. This was a big fair, too, one of those harvest-type once-a-year nothing-else-ever-happens-in-this-state festivals that people would come from all over the place to go to. Engie had a lot to say on those kinds of things, and in fact had been the one to suggest Scout go check it out after hearing about it from some other old person when he was out doing some work-related supply run stuff.
Scout was most excited, as he often was, by the food.
The first thing they did once they got in the place was beeline to the first booth, some caramel corn thing, to get a small bag of it. Sniper commented lightly on his restraint. The second was to go to the next booth, which sold cotton candy. They got one cone to split between them. The third was to go to the next booth, which was one of those fair-specific food trucks. Sniper was starting to catch on.
“Aren’t these… well, the same sorts of food you can just find in a city somewhere?” Sniper asked, voice lowered so that only Scout could hear him.
Scout put on his best expression of complete shock and offense. “What! No, it’s totally different! The hell you talkin’ about? Fair food is awesome!”
“I mean… I’m not so sure, mate,” Sniper said carefully, glancing over the colorfully-painted sign.
“I—okay, hold on,” Scout instructed, and turned to pay as he was handed his latest portion of food, the Bucket ‘O Fries. “I mean, c’mon, check this out! It’s a bucket of french fries, what’s to dislike?”
Sniper looked at him blankly as they walked away from the food truck. Scout breathed in and began to elaborate.
“I mean, okay, the quality of the fries? Not great. I’ll admit, they’re fuckin’ shit, garbage oil sticks, and they’re also just straight up delicious. They’re the best trash. They’re the truck stop diner bacon of french fries. They’re tasty nightmares. I’m literally gonna like, sweat oil and salt after eating these, and it’s absolutely worth it. You can’t get this specific brand of perfect awfulness anywhere but at a fair. And, and? It’s in a bucket. That’s hilarious. Food in a bucket is awesome. Like, it’s maybe the closest a food place can get to calling its customers animals without making them eat from a trough, and I’m all about it. And you get to keep the bucket. Like, I just have a little plastic trash-lookin’ bucket now. What part of this isn’t objectively the greatest?”
Sniper considered the question. “Well, don’t imagine you’ll be able to eat all those,” he said after thinking about it for a moment. “So, not ideal.”
“Dude, don’t even worry about that. Best part of a carnival like this? They’ve got all this horrible garbage food, and like thirty feet away—“ He stopped in his tracks, and Sniper stopped as well, following his line of sight. “—They have spinny rides that’ll make you puke.”
Sniper was still. Scout watched him, waiting for a reaction. “Rides make you throw up?” he asked after a second.
“If I eat a whole fuckin’ bucket of french fries before I get on, then hell yeah they do,” Scout said cheerfully.
Sniper considered that, or maybe just stared at the ride and all of the screaming and hollering people aboard it.
“How many foods come in a bucket, y’think?” Sniper asked.
“Uh, you got fries,” Scout said, lifting his Bucket ‘O Fries to demonstrate his point. “You got fried chicken. I went to this place once with chicken tenders in a bucket with fries.”
“So just a combination of the first two,” Sniper said.
“Oh my god, what? Dude, no way, fried chicken and chicken tenders are wildly different, you kiddin’ me?” Scout gasped. “Barely the same food group!”
Sniper shifted his feet, still watching the ride. “How’re they different?”
“Don’t even get me started, man,” Scout warned.
“Do you even know the food groups?” Sniper asked next, voice flat in a way that Scout had learned meant Sniper was joking.
“Sniper, as a connoisseur of absolute garbage, you insult me,” Scout deadpanned back. “Let’s take some laps of the games and stuff before we go on the rides, I gotta have time to appreciate these fries before they’re being sent into a trash can.”
Sniper shrugged in agreement, following Scout as he started off towards some of the games.
Scout blew a good twenty dollars on the bottle ring toss game, pleased to hear Sniper chiming in every time he made a particularly bad throw. The next booth over had Scout making a repeat performance with the cane ring toss game, except he did manage to win himself exactly one prize, a sticky hand which only ended up directly in his pocket due to the look of immediate dismay on Sniper’s face when he saw Scout wielding it.
“Hey, if there’s one of those shooting games here, think you’d wanna play it? Show up some people?” Scout asked.
Sniper shook his head. “Mate, even out here in civvies,” he started, plucking at the shoulder of Scout’s civilian t-shirt and the chest of his own choice of clothing, a green-grey button-up, “I imagine an Australian washing out the place and a Boston bloke cheering him on would earn enough looks to get us recognized. Especially since you’ve still got the hat and I’ve the glasses.” He tapped first the bill of Scout’s hat, then the side of his own shades.
“Then we fake some accents,” Scout said cheerfully.
Sniper raised an eyebrow, which Scout had long learned was the closest thing to emoting that Sniper managed most of the time. “As if you know how to fake accents,” Sniper said, a note of disbelief showing through.
“What, you think I don’t?” Scout challenged, bumping elbows with him partially by accident as they needed to squeeze between two gaggles of people.
“Do one, then,” Sniper said simply.
Scout cleared his throat, raising his chin. “Oi, look ‘ere, mind tellin’ me where you might find a hotel ‘round ‘ere?” Scout said in an approximation of a lighthearted British accent.
Sniper stared at him. “The hell’d you learn to do that? That was damn well spot on,” Sniper said, both eyebrows raised now.
Scout kept grinning, ducking ahead for a second to squeeze between two intersecting lines of people. When Sniper caught back up he started explaining. “Me an’ one’a my brothers spent these two summers pullin’ this scam,” he started to explain. “We’d pretend to be tourists in town for tour group stuff, sneak into tour groups around the middle’a the day with these old busted cameras he got off people and fake accents so people thought we were from somewhere else, get into buffets for tour-specific stuff and eat for free and leave again,” he explained. “First summer we did it for like two months straight with different tours, second summer we only made it a month in before we had to cut it out.”
“Why?”
“His ex-girlfriend apparently got a job as a tour guide. That was, uh, the second time I ended up in custody that summer.”
“Hooligan,” Sniper murmured in a way that made Scout unsure if he was being made fun of, scolded, or congratulated.
They ended up at the ball toss at some point, which Scout did end up knocking out of the park a few times until the attendant told him to please move along already, reasoning that they already had a frankly ludicrous number of stuffed animals. Indeed, Sniper was carrying three large ones, and Scout had another one in the arm not carrying assorted food.
“I’m namin’ this guy Cotton Candy,” Scout said matter-of-factly, hefting the blue-pink-and-white rabbit up higher as it started to slip from his grip. “And I’m naming that guy Fry Bucket.”
“Which one?” Sniper asked, glancing between the three stuffed animals in his hand.
“That one,” Scout said, bumping a the yellow-and-purple-and-white-and-black slightly-suspicious-looking cat with his elbow. “Because the colors are bright like the bucket.”
“What about the other two?” Sniper asked.
“Eh, they’re yours, up to you.”
Sniper didn’t speak for a moment, just shifting the stuffed animals a bit. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I don’t got a use for four of these guys,” Scout shrugged. “Already I’m thinkin’ about whether Pyro’s gonna want Fry Bucket or Cotton Candy more.”
“What’s that second name about?” Sniper asked. “Is that a brand?”
“…What?”
“Cotton candy.” Sniper’s accent wrapped around the words strangely. “That a specific kind? The, er, blue-pink stuff?”
“…Of cotton candy?” Scout asked slowly.
“Yeah. It’s fairy floss, so is cotton candy then just a certain—“
“It’s fuckin’ what?” Scout asked, eyes lighting up.
Sniper paused for a few seconds. “…You people made up your own name for somethin’ again, haven’t you?” Sniper asked, sighing.
“Fairy floss? Okay, let’s talk about this. Let’s talk about that name.”
“No, we already did this with the bonnet and hood thing, and the… prawn and shrimp thing. So you people call it cotton candy. Noted. Moving on.”
“So like, the tiny winged girls, fuckin’—so goddamn Tinkerbell, she brushes her teeth, right? And she’s gotta be thorough. Ain’t gonna get no gum disease here in fuckin’ Neverland, no way, no adults here so no dentists so that’d go pretty bad. So she’s gotta floss, right? And she uses a goddamn cloud-lookin’ pillowy thing? It’s fairy floss?”
“I didn’t invent all of Australian slang,” Sniper interjected. “You can’t judge me for my country’s choice in naming things. I can’t help it.”
“It’s cotton candy, man! It’s cotton, like outta some kinda pillow, made with sugar. I don’t get why you would call it somethin’ else.”
“Apparently Ireland and those blokes up there split the difference, called it candy floss,” Sniper added in before Scout could get too carried away.
“It’s still not floss! Couldn’t pick a different one? Called it, what, fairy cotton?”
Sniper’s lip twitched up for a moment. “I’m nearly sure that’s some sort of code word for hooch, mate.”
“What the fuck is hooch? Are you speaking English? Am I in fuckin’ wonderland right now?” Scout asked, downright baffled.
“Hooch. Marijuana, cannabis. Mate, you said you grew up in the city, the hell you mean you don’t know what hooch is?”
“Who the fuck calls it hooch?! Man, I knew that Australia was weird, but seriously, it’s gotta be crazy down there,” Scout laughed.
They continued to wander the fairgrounds for awhile longer, and while Sniper was a bit more talkative than usual, Scout couldn’t be sure it wasn’t his imagination and his quietly trying to prompt Sniper into saying more. Eventually Scout could tell that the fairground was nearing closing time, crowd thinning alongside the various booths starting to close up shop and haul things away and lock stuff up for the night.
“I don’t think we’re gonna get around to that eating a ton of food and throwing up thing,” Scout said, a little bit put out.
“Sounds…” Sniper started to say, and stopped again quickly.
Scout waited. “What? What were you gonna say?”
Sniper hesitated. “I was going to say that it… sounds a bit juvenile, don’t you think?” he said slowly. “Not quite as fun as an adult.”
Scout considered that for a few seconds. “…Yeah. Maybe,” he conceded. “Haven’t done that since I was a teen. Might not be as great anymore.”
Sniper hummed. Scout kept talking, as he was used to.
“I mean, back then stuff was also pretty weird all the time,” he said, fidgeting with the handle on the fry bucket. “There was school, then practice, then I’d go home and have stuff with my brothers goin’ on all the time, some kinda shenanigans to pull. Now it’s just work, then I go do chores, then I’m all tired and don’t wanna do nothin’ except go to sleep, then I go to sleep and it’s the next day and I got work again. If I don’t got chores or whatever it’s fine, but man. When did I get all boring, y’know?”
“I don’t think you’re boring,” Sniper said quietly.
Scout looked at him, but couldn’t quite catch his expression the way he was holding the stuffed animals. “Huh? What’d you say?” he asked, fully aware but giving Sniper a chance to take that back or spin it into a joke the way just about everyone did.
“I don’t… I don’t think you’re boring,” Sniper said again, a bit louder now. “You’re interesting. You’ve got big opinions on just about everything, a million stories, a bunch of secret talents that only ever happen to come up at odd times. And you’ve got a lot of jokes. You’re…”
He trailed for a moment as they passed a small group of teens, chattering and laughing among themselves.
“You’re funny. You’re interesting,” Sniper said simply. “Not boring.”
Scout didn’t fight the smile that pulled at his face. “Well, look who��s gotten sweet all of a sudden,” he marveled aloud. Sniper readjusted the stuffed animals he was holding, bringing them closer to his face. “Well, speakin’ of sweet, want some more fairy floss before that place over there closes?”
Sniper nodded somewhere behind the layers of fluff and foam.
Their last stop was out towards the edge of the fairgrounds, the big ferris wheel they had set up. It was the tallest thing at the fair, no contest, and while it definitely wasn’t the biggest ferris wheel Scout had ever seen, or even been on, it was still surprisingly nice.
“Imagine that’s the sort that they need to break down to transport, rather than just keeping it on a trailer,” Sniper said almost offhandedly, following Scout’s line of sight.
“You know stuff about ferris wheels?” Scout asked, blinking.
Sniper shrugged. “Needed to for a job. Just the basics.”
“Huh. Cool.” Scout continued to look at the wheel. “Hey, I know sometimes they don’t shut those off at night, to like, promote the fair. Think they’ve still got an attendant working?”
“Probably not,” Sniper said, glancing around at the line of closed tents and booths around them.
“Wanna just hop on board?”
Sniper looked at him with a slight head tilt. “Why would we do that?”
Scout grinned. “Hey, we aren’t plannin’ on coming back here tomorrow, might as well make a grand exit and get kicked out,” he reasoned.
Sniper’s head tilted slightly further, almost disapproving. “We’d get arrested. The boss would be furious.”
“Assuming they call the cops and the cops get here before we’re gone. What’re they gonna do, be mad? Call our parents? Give us a stern lecture?” He elbowed Sniper. “Come on, let’s live a little!”
And then Scout was off, headed towards the wheel.
“I didn’t agree to this, technically,” Sniper said, hurrying to follow, voice slightly raised.
“But you’re gonna do it anyways!” Scout chimed.
Sniper did not argue that point.
The security was foolproof. A padlock and chain on a gate that was three feet high and had horizontal bars, as well as another lock on the control panel lever. Scout, known for his ability to jump vertically to well over his standing height, was quiet simply unequipped for such a challenge.
Sniper did have to hand over the stuffed animals before he could hop the gate, but soon Scout was placing Fry Bucket on lever duty and the other three nearby to stand guard, then he and Sniper were clambering into one of the cars and headed up.
It was going fairly slowly, to be fair. It took a solid minute for them to get only a bit above halfway up, and it spun them up backwards, meaning most of the view was obscured.
“Other wheels I went on usually spun the other way,” Scout commented lightly, kicking his feet up despite the slightly awkward angle. “Kept stopping to let people on and off, too. Way smaller, though.”
Sniper hummed. Silence fell.
Not long after they’d reached the apex and started heading back down again, Sniper sighed quietly. “I’m sorry if I got sharp with you,” he apologized, very serious. “I just… crowds aren’t much good to me. Too much noise, too much action. People too close. Gets me on edge.”
Scout was suddenly treated with the memory of just about every outing he’d gone so far as to take Sniper on, almost all of which involved crowds. “What?” he asked, taken aback. He pulled his feet down, sitting up. “Really? Dude, why didn’t you say nothin’? I’ve been takin’ you out to real bustlin’ places for like, two months!”
Sniper made a listless gesture. “Didn’t want to ruin your fun just because I’m a worrywart,” he replied, even quieter now. “And I doubt you’ve got many places you know that don’t involve whole masses of people. It’s your whole element.”
Scout couldn’t really argue with that. “Well, then I would’ve been letting you pick where we hang out,” he said stubbornly.
Sniper’s eyebrows drew together. “What? I thought you just wanted someone to bring with you when you went out,” Sniper said, clearly confused.
Scout blinked. “Dude, no. I’ve just been tryin’ to find a place you’d like to hang out in, see if I could get you to talk about anything. You’re always all quiet, I figured it was because you’re bored.”
“Of course not. Opposite, really. Gets overwhelming, I try my best to shut my mouth and pay attention.”
Scout needed a minute to loop his head around that. “Oh. Huh.” They reached the bottom of the wheel, but neither moved to get up, and they just continued on their steady path up again. “I… shit. Dude, I had no idea. I thought you were just hard to please.”
Sniper shook his head. “No. The places are always nice—this is nice—but I just…”
He trailed off. Scout waited for him to sort through his words.
“I just prefer… things like this,” he decided on. “Instead of noises and movement and close quarters and a hundred food smells.”
Scout’s mind went ahead and dealt with that one for a good minute. “Close quarters,” he repeated. “So this isn’t good either?”
“With other people, other folks,” Sniper clarified. “I’m fine with closed spaces.”
“Well, I’m other folks,” Scout said.
Sniper looked away, off to one side. “Not really,” he said, words almost lost to a breeze that decided to blow by just then. “You’re just Scout. I’m fine with you.”
Quiet again.
They made it to the top of the ride again, and Scout found himself relaxing a little bit. He tilted his head back.
“Can’t see the stars out here so good,” Scout said, looking up at the sky.
“Light pollution,” Sniper murmured in agreement, looking up as well. “I can hardly see any at all.”
“You’ve still got your shades on,” Scout half-laughed.
Sniper reached a hand up as if to push his glasses up his nose, and just kept his hand there on them for a few seconds.
“C’mon, not so many stars, by they’re still good ones,” Scout urged.
Sniper hesitated for a moment before he pulled the shades off, folding them, hanging them on his shirt. His gaze fell down below for a moment, then up to the sky. He had pretty eyes. There were some wrinkles around them, the kind of thing that meant Sniper either laughed a lot, or spent a lot of time in the sun, or a mixture of both. Scout realized he’d probably have his own pretty soon with his lifestyle. He found a lot of things funny.
Sniper briefly glanced at Scout out of the corner of his eye, then back away again.
“You’re staring,” Sniper said quietly, gaze falling to the tents and stands as they started on the inward down curve.
Scout looked away, also out at the area they’d just been in. Only a few places still had lights around them. The area was mostly dark, the tent blockings around them lit mainly by the gently changing lights on their ferris wheel. “You should take your shades off more,” Scout said.
Sniper shifted. “I use ‘em at work,” he replied. “They help me shoot.”
“You weren’t at work today, or any of the other times we went and did stuff,” Scout replied, tipping his head against the back of the seat, rolling his head to look at Sniper. Tiredness was creeping up on him, not in a cranky way, just in a lazy way.
“Why would I take ‘em off?” Sniper asked, not looking at him.
“So I can know where you’re lookin’,” Scout shrugged. “And because you look good, and they hide your face.”
Sniper’s eyes fell to his own knees, which he gripped in both hands. “Maybe that’s the point,” he said, voice rumbling against the lowest volume he could manage.
Scout kept looking at him, then back up at the sky as they made it to the upper half.
“Scout, I have a question,” Sniper said, eyes locked downward.
“Mm,” Scout hummed.
Sniper took a breath, exhaled. Looked over at Scout, made eye contact, maybe for the first time without the barrier of tinted, reflective lenses in the way. “Can I kiss you?”
Scout wasn’t sure what his expression was in the following several moments of silence, but it made Sniper tense, paling under the colorful lights, visibly sinking at roughly the same speed as the car they were in as they passed the apex.
“I’m sorry, I just—“ he started to stammer, backtracking as Scout did his best to mentally try and sort out the can of worms that was just opened. “I thought, we—ferris wheel, you sayin’ that I’m, I’m good looking, and—“
Scout saw the way he was fidgeting, fiddling, hands no longer able to be stuffed in his pockets to prevent it.
“—and you won those stuffed animals for me s’well, and you’ve been taking me to dinner, tryin’ to make me laugh, and—“
He couldn’t quite look at Scout, and maybe he could never quite look at Scout, and maybe that’s why he never took his sunglasses off. Maybe that’d why he kept his hat’s brim low. Maybe that’s why he held things up near his face.
“—and I just assumed, I, I’m sorry, I’m godawful at picking up the clues on that sort of thing, and maybe I just imagined things, I—“
“Do you wanna?”
Sniper’s rambling stammered to a halt. He didn’t look at Scout. “What?”
“Hey. Look at me.” It took a minute, but he did, tipping his head up first, eyes following a second later. Crow’s feet. “Do you wanna kiss me?”
Sniper managed the tiniest of nods.
“Out loud,” Scout added, voice level.
Sniper took a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like to,” he said.
Scout tilted his head up for a second. They were headed back up and over again. Stars.
“Yeah,” Scout decided. “You can, if you want.”
Sniper had to take a second to process that. But then, slowly, he placed his hand on Scout’s shoulder. He second-guessed himself, hand moving instead to rest on Scout’s cheek, tilting his face only on accident, and then Sniper was kissing him.
It felt nice. Scout reached up slowly so as to keep from scaring Sniper away, an arm wrapping up around his shoulders.
By the time they pulled away, they were at the bottom of the wheel again. Sniper managed to smile at him, so visibly relieved and contented that it almost left Scout reeling, the sudden input of reaction making his head spin.
“You taste like fries,” Sniper informed him quietly.
Scout laughed.
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pomegranateanarchist · 6 years ago
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things about the lightning thief musical
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lulueteli · 5 years ago
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tell me about your date!!!!! that's so excitinggg!!!!!!!!
uggghhh anon im dying so hard.
ok look wise hes kinda geeky? short brown hair, pretty brown eyes with circle rim glasses and a gorgeous laugh and he has long eyelashes fuuckk im dying.
basically last tuesday we hungout and studied together and i flirted and got his number right?
wednesday we weren’t able to hangout but we texted all day
today (thursday) we’re in the same math class and our friend aubrey watched us flirt the entire time lol (as well as the rest of our class lol) and we were writing notes to each other
after class we went to this quaint cafe a few blocks from our uni and we (tried to) study and i was talking about how i switched seats with toxic friend and he asked why, and i straight up told him it was because i thought he was cute. so eventually we were talking about childhood fears? so mine used to be those blue spinny bristles in a car wash and so he was teasing me about that right, and so he asked if i was still afraid of them, and OBVIOUSLY i said no, right? this fucking boy straight up says “oh thank god i could never date someone with such a weak fear” (teasing me still) and goes fucking frozen and pale like he realizes what he just said right?? legit fucking IMMEDIATELY after my brain processed what he said he turna bright red and blushy and flustered that hes stumbling over his words and so now obviously im gonna tease him because (smooth but not really smooth babe) and fuuccckk hes so red and its so fucking cute. eventually im teasing him and he goes “noooo shut uuupp” and pretends to focus on his work becuase hes so embarrased. jfc its amazing
after this we went to my car to drop off our backpacks and we walked to a local museum and we goofed around there and kept flirting and jesus. he held my hand?? and in the early 1900’s area there was swing music playing and we pretended to dance (legit this is so fucking sappy im gagging) and we sat on this couch where he put his head on my shoulder. eventually we kept walking around and flirting and (legit his fucking type is short girls and short hair?? tf?? im??) and at some point we were in the animal section where he TRUST FELL ON ME and it was so fucking funny and while in the same section he rested his head on top of mine while telling me some weird story because he takes bio (plant boi).
so we walk back from this museum and we get our shit from my car and we go to our uni’s cafe to chill for about 45 min before our last class. basically we watched different tv shows while i was working on math (he cant study with noise around him) and eventually we were picking out new glasses for me, and to get an idea he had my put on his glasses which are circular frames right? boy straight up said “yeah you look cute in those frames” like ok susan we’re going there are we
uggghhh so we’ve STILL been texting and he’s just the sweetest person ever. AND he was super worried about me yesterday (9/11) because michigan had fucking four CONFIRMED (there were and possibly are more) tornados and i was in the middle of two huge ones and uugghhhhhhhh
listen hes really the sweetest and funniest guy ever and good looking and jesus im gonna die from him
the only saddish part is that hes a 2nd year and im a 1st year and after next semester hes transferring to a college in the UP while i might be going to wmu, and thats at least an 8hr distance but WHO KNOWS
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fearfilledvirgil · 6 years ago
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Ivity and Anx: part twelve
Summary: Virgil has to escape to the bathroom for a moment before he and Logan do a puzzle and talk about things.
Warnings: Need of permission stemmed by abuse, guilt, slight panic attack, mention of face bruising, brief insomnia mention, few swears
Word count:  2590
Pairings: Slowburn Prinxiety
A/N: I’m so sorry for the wait. In return, here’s a longer chapter that honestly isnt that long. Also, I think I’m going to do a timeskip at one point because this chapter was so hard to get out. I need to write more Roman and even I don’t like all this waiting to see Virgil and Roman interact again! Tell me what you want, friends. Taglist under the cut.
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The awkward shuffle of feet. The silent pressing weight down onto his shoulders. The clasped hands in his lap. The fear pricking at his neck that made droplets of a cold sweat form near the hairs standing on their ends. The sound of a closing door. Logan was sitting on the bed now, opposite of where Virgil sat in his desk chair. Eyes were pressing into his chest, a gaze filled with the want to know. Logan wasn’t doing it intentionally; his craving to understand everything got in the way of how he usually handled these types of situation. Virgil’s leg was wobbling from side to side now, lip bitten and eyes darting back and forth. It was too much; the pressure was too much.
“Can I go to the...the bathroom real quick?” Virgil near whispered, making Logan all but snap right out of the curious haze that he found himself in. Virgil didn’t see this, as his eyes refused to make any sort of contact with Logan’s form. Instead they decided to focus on his own feet, and the plastic over the carpet floor underneath them.
“Of course you can,” Logan began with slight hesitation. Virgil heard him shift on the bed. “You’ve been here enough times that you really don’t have to ask anymore.”
That was all the confirmation that he needed. Granted--according to Logan--he didn’t need to ask for permission. But he still did, as Virgil wasn’t accustomed to doing anything in anyone’s presence without specifically seeing if it was okay or not. Old habits die hard, even though it technically isn't an old habit per say. The boy with a rapidly pounding heart slowly stood from the spinny chair, careful not to make it spin around as he did so, and proceeded to leave the bedroom.
As soon as he left, Logan brought a hand up to his temple. He shouldn’t have been pressing his eyes and his undying need to know into his friend. He let out a small groan and let his other hand join the first on his head before leaning over to set his elbows on his thighs. In this new leaned over position, he closed his eyes and attempted to think of another strategy. Of course the brooding, anxious mess that was Virgil would think the worst of what would happen once he told Logan whatever he was going to tell him. Logan took a deep breath, following the pattern that he used when Virgil came to him when panicking. He recently took to using it for himself when he was increasingly stressed, and it seemed to help just as much as it helped Virgil.
Logan acknowledged that in this friendship, he was usually the rock. There was nothing wrong with that; Virgil desperately needed someone he could trust. But in order to be that rock, Logan needed to put away that ever-present theorizing part of his brain. It was difficult for him to do, as analysing everything was second nature to him. Currently, though, the fact that one of his theories could be proven true was not the priority of the situation. The priority was Virgil being okay, and if he wasn’t, for Logan to help him be okay. The eldest Brian child took another deep breath and put aside his curiosity for the better of his friend.
Virgil, on the other hand, was not being as calm and logical about the situation at hand. He locked the bathroom door after he closed it, immediately leaning over the sink. He didn’t have to use the bathroom in all actuality, but he was fairly positive that Logan knew that too. Bathrooms were safe places. They were where Virgil could go to cry, clean himself up, or be alone. They had locks. Locks meant that people couldn’t get in and hurt him. It also meant that he couldn’t get out without unlocking it, but he didn’t like to think about that.
The boy leaning over the sink turned on the water by turning both the hot and cold faucets equally. He let the water flow for a few moments before testing the heat with one of his hands, his breathing starting to become uneven. Lukewarm, just like he liked it. Virgil took a moment to attempt to concentrate on his breathing, shakily taking in a long breath as he pushed up the sleeves of his hoodie. After they were at his elbows, he cupped the semi-cold water in his hands and brought it to his face. His heartbeat was still heavy and fast, but the splash of the water on his face calmed it some. Virgil repeated the action, also repeating a mantra in his head of ‘Its okay; he’ll understand.’
After a few more times of water meeting his face, Virgil heard a tentative knock on the bathroom door. It was Logan, it had to be. No one else in this house knocked like that when a door was locked.
“Virgil?” the soft and concerned voice of Logan proved him right. “You’ve been in there a while. Are… you safe?”
“Yeah, I just-” Virgil paused. Logan always knew when he was lying, for some reason. He also appreciated the other’s use of ‘safe’ instead of ‘alright.’ If Virgil knew anything, it was that his normal state of being didn’t really fall under the ‘alright’ category. “Stressed. Cold water helps.”
“I… I’m sorry if I put pressure on you. Will you maybe open the door for me?” Logan’s voice held nothing else but sincerity. It was only when the two were alone that he heard this amount of emotion in the older’s voice.
The sincerity alone made a pull on Virgil’s heart. The amount of care that Logan held toward him always pulled on him to let the other help. Virgil turned off the water, then quickly dried most of his face off with the hand towel hanging on the wall. He pulled down his sleeves, readying himself before opening the door.
It was times like these when Logan got to take a good, long, and hard look at what Virgil looked like. These times were rare, as the younger absolutely despised being stared at, especially in public. Virgil didn’t mind these specific times of prolonged looking as others, mostly because he knew that it was just a way for Logan to assess what exactly was wrong with Virgil.
The very first thing that Logan noticed, the most evident thing, was that there was a fading bruise on the edge of Virgil’s jaw. Next, as his eyes grazed over the younger’s face extensively, he found that Virgil’s cast down eyes were sunken in more than usual. That would mean that there hasn’t been much sleep. It was almost hard to tell that the bags underneath Virgil’s eyes were so prominent, but Logan had years of examining Virgil’s face under his belt. The black under-eye makeup couldn’t deceive Logan anymore. After acknowledging the sleepless eyes, Logan’s own eyes drifted to his friend’s purple hair. It was slightly rustled underneath the hood that was still over Virgil’s head, but that had basically become the norm for the younger.
After the fair few seconds of looking at every part of Virgil’s face, Logan moved forward with cautious footsteps. He gently placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders atop the heavy black jacket. The touch was extremely light, so if Virgil wanted to move away, he could. This shoulder touching was common, especially when Logan saw that Virgil needed comfort. When he felt the small touch underneath his jacket, Virgil unconsciously closed his eyes momentarily and leaned into it.
“You are safe here. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, Virgil. We’ve already been over this. I care for you deeply, okay?” Logan spoke in his lower register, but not because he was angry or upset. Usually he used this lower but smooth tone to calm Virgil down from panic, and by the looks of it, he was close to an unhealthy level of panic already.
“Thanks, Lo. I’m just… Scared, is all? I know logically that you,” there was a pause as Virgil opened his eyes and gathered together his words. “That you care for me, and that you wouldn’t be mad at me? For what…” Virgil let out a breath, letting his tense shoulders relax. “For what it’s worth, I’ve been trying to syke myself up to tell you for a couple months now.”
Somehow, Virgil still held himself in an incredibly uncomfortable way. Logan released his hands from his shoulders, taking a deep breath himself as he watched Virgil sag back down and away from Logan’s touch. Logan’s eyebrows creased on their own accord as Virgil’s eyes casted themselves downward on their own as well. The two were at an impasse. One wanted to help, and the other wanted him to help too, but was still too caught up in his own fears. This, however, was an occurrence that happened often. Luckily, because it was a common thing, Logan knew how do combat it.
“Well, I did just get a new constellation puzzle, so maybe you could help me with that instead?” Logan shifted the conversation. Virgil lit up for a moment, his dark brown eyes sparking with a small excitement and connecting with Logan’s blue ones. He dimed to a small glow, a content smile settling on his face, as he began to nod. Logan nodded as well, a very similar smile settling on his face as well. He gestured his head back toward his room before leading the way back there.
When Virgil entered Logan’s bedroom for a second time that day, he got confused with himself. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he neglected to see the start of a puzzle atop Logan’s desk. He was sitting in that desk chair not moments ago, and for some reason, Virgil decided not to look at the actual desk. His shoes and the floor just seemed so much interesting in the moment, apparently. Now that he was getting a good look at it in the half natural light of the bedroom, Virgil could see that there was the border of a dark blue and purple puzzle with flecks of white.
Virgil sat down on the spinny office chair as Logan pulled up the extra normal chair sitting in the corner of the room. He liked puzzles. More importantly, Virgil liked the repetitiveness of putting a puzzle together. It was calming, and it gave him something semi-productive to keep himself focused on. Logan enjoyed completing puzzles as well. He could put together the five-hundred pieces that made up the constellations he had on his desk alone in a few hours, but it was more enjoyable when he worked on them with Virgil. The two could spend forever together relishing in the quiet as they finished putting together all the parts until a clear picture formed.
~•~
The words that Virgil planned for the original reason he came over to Logan’s house began to rise in his throat after about an hour and a half of silently putting together the puzzle. He could feel it steadily rising, begging for attention as the consonants and vowels became a lump in his throat. Virgil stole a glance back at Logan who was obviously continuing to search where a specific puzzle piece would go. Of course he didn’t know what was lumping below Virgil’s Adam’s apple. Logan wasn’t a physic. Virgil replaced his eyes on the piece in his hand, gulping to try and keep the words down. This didn’t work in the slightest, so he decided to just rip it off like a band-aid.
“Ivity was Roman.” Virgil mumbled out quickly, the words meshing together to almost sound incoherent. He kept his eyes trained on the blue and slightly white piece of cardboard in his hand. He didn't want to see Logan’s reaction.
Logan, however, snapped his neck towards Virgil right as he began to speak. His eyebrows lifted as his jaw simultaneously slackened. He was right. Well, it wasn’t the theory that he had hoped to be confirmed today, but at least it was one of them. Almost since the start of Virgil and Creativity friendship, Logan had started theorizing on who he could be. Disclosing how long he had been trying to figure out who it was, and that he had been thinking that Roman was Creativity for a while now, was out of the question. Virgil already was so tense about this conversation, so there had to be a reason.
“I… had been thinking so for a while now,” Logan picked his words as carefully as he could as he turned to face his torso to Virgil. He set down the puzzle piece in his hand and adjusted his glasses. “I overheard Patton and Roman talking about an online friend Roman possessed having anxiety. That’s what sparked the idea in the first place. Even more so when Patton dropped the word ‘anxiety’ in a name-like fashion, but at that point I couldn't tell if it was the disorder or your alias. Then, in the hall, when I mentioned your tumblr internet friend, Roman perked up without meaning to. But that’s only to name a few.”
Virgil was silent for a moment, still looking away, before saying, “So you knew? And you didn’t tell me?” He began to fiddle with the piece he held. His voice sounded so hurt, so broken, that it made Logan’s heart twinge.
“I wanted to,” he started again with full truth enveloping his words. “But I didn’t want to break the relationship you two had. If I did, would you have cut contact with him?”
“Yes,” Virgil responded almost immediately. “I would rather have had the illusion broken earlier on then live in the lie that I was.”
“I take it that you… You cut contact with him, haven't you?” There was a tentative nod of Virgil’s head. “From what I heard and saw, Roman wasn’t lying.”
“Don’t try and fucking say that,” Virgil bit back, rolling the chair away from Logan. “There wouldn’t have been any other reason. Why? Take one look at Princey. He has everything.”
“Having everything doesn’t mean you can’t be in pain.” Logan retaliated, making the room become incredibly quiet. No one spoke for what felt like several minutes, but in reality was only one. Logan took a deep breath, returning to the puzzle. The last thing Logan wanted was for Virgil to go down into another spiral. He could never forgive himself if he was the reason that his best friend had yet another sleepless night.
“I’m sorry if I sounded harsh,” there was true sorrow behind Logan’s voice. The phonation of the words rose through the sentence as if it were a question. “Maybe, just maybe, think about it?”
As a matter of fact, Virgil was already thinking about it. He was pondering the validity of cutting Roman completely out of his life, but his mind was not having it. Despite the secondary look at who Creativity was, Virgil couldn’t shake the fear of everything being a well crafted lie. He wondered as he continued to stare at a new puzzle piece if everything in this messy situation could be put together and shown as clear as a finished puzzle. In Virgil’s current view it never may, but then again, maybe he just didn’t have all the pieces to the picture yet.
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wanna chat? pt.18
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hey so its been a while
im in a really crappy mental place and like my entire life is drowned in discourse right now (specifically today) and its making me an anxious mess. so today i slept, avoided the discord app as much as possible, only spent like 20 minutes total on tumblr, and worked on this. its bad but i need proof that today was worth it so *jazz hands*
pluto is better than u = alya, space bro = nino, trappist = adrien, galaxy print = mari
1:15
pluto is better than u: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ikWb_Xjako pour one out for vine
 6:48
space bro: alya i love you but why do you never sleep like my dude
7:08
pluto is better than u: rip vine u were a good
 8:03
space bro: yo mari you coming today
 8:17
pluto is better than u: hello hello hellloooooooooo
PM between trappist and galaxy print
trappist: I’m assuming you aren’t going to class today I’m going in late because of a photoshoot, but I can swing by during lunch with work if you want some? Or later tonight? Just let me know <3
13:31
galaxy print: So rry Ij ust woke up Holy  on I cant typ ern Oh go d
space bro: oh man dude are you ok????
pluto is better than u: D: D: D: mari ur worst than me when im sleep deprived
galaxy print: FIght me alys
pluto is better than u has changed their name to alys
galaxy print: Fucck you
alys: i luvve u
galaxy print: Im gonn a vough on you Couhg Cough FUck
space bro: im guessing youre sick
galaxy print has changed their name to cough cough
cough cough: Ye
alys: babe :(
space bro: feel better mar!! you arent missing anything much its all boring
alys: ummm IM LONELY thats important!!!!!
cough cough:  you ve got the boys right in fornt of you Front
alys: yeah but :’(
space bro: want us to drop your work off at your place after school dude?
cough cough: No I dont want towork
trappist: I’m already on it You two can tag along if you want though
cough cough: D: Nooooo I dont awnt it My hea d hursts
space bro: we can come over and chill with you
alys: CUDDLES
space bro: ^^^
cough cough: Im siCK I dont want you gettin s ick too
alys renamed this conversation to “boo you whore”.
space bro: back at it again with the american memes
alys: mean girls is not restricted to one country it is Iconic and international and also timeless
cough cough: Can you qote the hwole movie?
space bro: mari dude go back to bed like ily but rest my man
alys: nah i cant but marsh can
cough cough: Wha t
space bro: hold up
alys: B)
trappist has changed their name to glen coco
glen coco: I guess it’s natural for parents to cry on their kid’s first day of school But you know this usually happens when the kid is five I’m sixteen And until today I was homeschooled
space bro: alright damn confession time ive only seen like half of mean girls
alys removed space bro from this group.
cough cough: Ru de
alys: not seeing mean girls is an insult to my honor
cough cough: Ok princ e zuko
glen coco added space bro to this group.
alys: hmmm who would b the zuko of our group antagonist turned  good hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
space bro: first of all fuck you alya
alys: ;*
space bro: second of all what are we doing now?? i thought we were on mean girls
alys: the gorup chat stops for no one babe
cough cough: I dont think any of us arE Zuko???
glen coco: Yeah, as much as I love Zuko I don’t think I’m even remotely close to him Not honor driven enough
alys: not angsty enough
space bro: i dunno adrien cn be pretty angsty
alys: poll time say aye if you had a crush on prince zuko growing up not book 1 zuko that was some bullshit were talking book 3 redemption arc zuko the Good Shit cause aye as fuck
space bro: aye
glen coco: Aye
cough cough: ay e
alys: im glad were friends
 15:03
glen coco: Hey Mari we’re on our way
 15:10
alys: if ur unconsciou s can i nap w u im wiped
space bro: shes not gonna answer if shes asleep babe also just joining her for a nap is weir d
alys: im standing right next to u insult me 2 my face u coward
space bro: ok
glen coco: Mari I hope you’re awake because please save me from these two
 15:43
cough cough: Ye I wasnt awak e My he ad hurt sstill and my eyes got like Stuck shut????? Tmi?
alys: nothings tmi when it comes to u <3
space bro: id like to argue that there are in fact somethings that ARE tmi but yaeh this isnt one of them were chilling in the park across the street cause your mom said you were asleep she offered to just take your hw but we said wed wait to explain it all
alys: pfff theres no explanation needed we just wanted 2 see u
cough cough: Ugh you dindt have to do that I dont want to ge tanyone sick
space bro: you wont!!!
cough cough: You odnt know htat!!!
PM between cough cough and glen coco
glen coco: Obviously patrol for tonight is canceled
cough cough: :( TIkki said shed leave if I tired to go Tried And i STarted cryin g
glen coco: Aww Mari She wouldn’t leave you she just wants you to take care of yourself Tikki loves  you too much to leave you
cough cough: Im going to start crying again
glen cooc: D: NOT my intention!!! Do you need a hug??
cough cough: NO BECAUS E IM SICJK DONT CME NEAR M E
glen coco: We’re in your living room and on our way up
cough cough: nooooooooo :’( Im gross and crying rnight now why eould you do thsi to me
glen coco: Because we love you and you definitely need a hug right now And maybe more medication
cough cough: This s the wors thting to ever happen ot m e
glen coco: Knock knock
cough cough: :/
16:21 in boo you whore
cough cough: I hate yoiu all Thanks for coming over <3 <3
alys: <3
space bro: of course dude!! you looked like you needed the company
cough cough: If you all get sick you can tblam e me I told you not to come near me Cuddling mgihtve been too much
glen coco: Cuddling is never too much
alys: ^^^
space bro: ditto
 22:44
alys: hello? 112? yeah fuck my life and everything in it
space bro: you think i can bribe hawkmoth into taking a day off
PM between cough cough and glen coco
cough cough: Oh no
glen coco: Do not
cough cough: I have to??? I feel like Im gonna fall over THe world is spinny Oh n o
glen coco: I fight the akuma, you do nothing until you absolutely have to We can’t have you falling off a roof or something
cough cough: Do you think if I just cry at the akuma itll purify itself
glen coco: We can try
cough cough: :(
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