#you don’t know how smart I am in Spanish

[messrs-weasley]

My new headcanon is that Steve Harrington was raised by his nonna in the countryside of Italy until sometime in middle school. His father and mother put him in an American middle school when he knows nothing about English and was bullied horribly. Not just by kids but by other adults too. He hated that they all looked down on him. It also didn’t help that his father punished him if he even heard Steve speak Italian He learned English pretty quickly and around the eight grade, they settled in Hawkins. He took a chance to recreate himself since he didn’t want to be bullied. But his first language is Italian so that’s all he thinks in. That’s why he’s not able to catch more things that the others are saying and why he struggles in school. He’s trying to process everything. He’s actually wicked smart but struggles to express that in a foreign language.

A reason why the party or the adults don’t know is that since his father always got mad about the Italian, Steve just learned to not bring it up and not let the accent slip.

When he started at scoops and met Robin on the first day, she offhandedly commented about Italian. Steve was excited and tried to casually comment that he also spoke it but Robin scoffed because she knew his rep academically and socially. He’s a bit hurt and tries to defend himself when rush hits and Robin completely forgets about it. He doesn’t say anything when she mentions languages to Dustin because he rather not get scoffed at again. Robin would be horrified later on if he spilled the secret.

Steve deserves more love from the others and be let of easy because he’s surrounded by extremely intelligent people at all times.

[neiveel3llson]

Obey Me! Incorrect quotes

Diavolo trying to convince MC to continue being the babysitter:

NB Diavolo: "What are you talking about MC? You love it here!"

NB MC: "I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome."

Solomon being an old ass man:

NB Solomon: "The dinosaurs didn’t rule the earth they were just alive. Stop giving them credit for administration skills they didn’t have."

Satan for no reason at all:

NB Mammon: "Do I sound smart, or am I smart? "

NB Satan: "You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest."

Leviathan being depressed:

NB Lucifer: "How are you today?"

NB Leviathan: "Please don’t make me think about my life."

Beelzebub being.. Beelzebub:

NB Beelzebub: "My stomach growled super loud in French."

NB Beelzebub: "I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class."

NB Leviathan: "Bonjour."

NB MC: "Le growl."

NB Mammon: "Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette."

NB MC now that they're a demon:

NB MC: "I am literally evil incarnate."

NB MC: "I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil."

NB MC: "Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort."

Solomon can't cook:

NB Solomon: "I truly go into househusband mode when I'm someone's soulhousemate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning."

NB MC: "This is a lie."

NB MC: "I'm literally living with him. This is a lie."

NB MC: "HE DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS."

MC just wants to go home:

NB Solomon: "I think I'm falling for you."

NB MC: "Then get up."

Levi is sick of Satan:

NB Leviathan: "Satan is okay."

NB Beelzebub: "He's okay? He said he was going to break my legs! And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause he gave me the mackerel eyes, he meant it!"

NB Leviathan: "Beel, Satan threatened me. He threatens Lucifer every day. He probably threatened Diavolo before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. Grow a pair."

Levi self-deprocating:

NB MC: "I'm going the fight the next person who insults Levi."

NB Leviathan: "I hate myself."

NB MC: "Alright, square up."

When MC first came:

NB MC, referring to NB Mammon and NB Diavolo: "Those guys are dorks."

NB Lucifer: "Yes, but they’re my dorks."

Belphegor annoying Lucifer on purpose:

NB Belphegor: "Lucifer, we have a visitor."

NB Lucifer: "Don't tell me it's our babysitter.."

NB Belphegor: "It's MC."

Lucifer being sick of Mammon's shit:

Lucifer: "The greatest trick the diavolo's father ever pulled was changing his name to Mammon."

Mammon bc he's my fav pookie:

Mammon: "So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?"

MC: "Depends. Is your bed comfortable?"

Mammon: "Yes."

MC: "I'd sleep."

Thirteen is going insane:

Thirteen: "Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time."

Diavolo is far too concerned:

*after discussing a plan*

Barbatos: "Does anyone have any questions?"

Diavolo: "Is this legal?"

Barbatos: "Does anyone have any relevant questions?"

Satan loves to boast:

Satan: "I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight."

MC: "What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?"

Satan, already taking off his clothes: "God, MC, you’re so fucking stupid."

It probably wouldn't work anyways:

MC: "Here’s the cold medicine you asked for." *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table*

Thirteen: "...Thanks."

Levi and Garfield:

Leviathan: "I once tried to play a pirated copy of Garfield Kart, when Garfield jumped out of my PC! We are currently married with three beautiful children and a summer room in the basement of HOL with Cerberus."

Math doesn't work:

MC: "Which is correct, seven and five is thirteen, or seven and five are thirteen?"

Thirteen: "Niether."

Thirteen: "Because it's twelve."

Venomous or poisonous?:

Lucifer: "If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous."

Mammon: "What if it bites me and it dies?!"

Lucifer: "Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Mammon, learn to listen."

Diavolo: "What if it bites itself and I die?"

Lucifer: "That's voodoo."

MC: "What if it bites me and someone else dies?"

Lucifer: "That's correlation, not causation."

Asmodeus: "What if we bite each other and neither of us die?"

Solomon: "That's kinky."

Barbatos: "Oh my goodness."

:P done

[radio-fmm]

Law + mexican s/o

I am a believer that Skypiea was 100% supposed to represent Mexico I mean… the whole history and design of the island screamed Tenochtitlán to me. Also I am Mexican so I gotta represent am I right? 🇲🇽🦅🦅🦅

Masterlist

Pt. 2

If your name is specifically very noticeably Mexican, he’d be very curious and ask the meaning and the proper pronunciation

Obsessed with your accent and loves when it slips out

He would never forget the first time you made him chilaquiles he literally ascended to heaven

Definitely would ask you to cook him your traditional meals, probably fell in love with the cuisine and he can’t live without it now

A sucker for tamales

The day you made pozole, everyone begged you to never leave the crew and keep on making it for them

“You better treat them right Captain” said Penguin as he served his 4 plate of pozole

And don’t get me started on tacos… you are legally obligated to cook tacos at least once a week

Bepo would help you make tortillas and die happy if you let him eat the first one

Law’s mortal enemy is el mazapán, he almost fainted when you made him eat it, he thinks it’s the most disgusting thing on this earth

He finds it kinda amusing how your voice changes when speaking spanish, also would beg for you you teach him because he feels left out and wants to understand what you say

100% would get mad if you start speaking spanish and won’t translate afterwards. What if you’re talking shit and he doesn’t know it? FOMO (even if it’s about him)

The kind of guy to find the fact that you’re bilingual extremely attractive, you’re so smart

Would tease you if you forget words or don’t understand certain slang, but would always translate/explain it to you he doesn’t want to make you feel left out

Loves to swear in spanish, like the most mexican curses

His favorite one is chinga tu madre

One of his favorite activities is cuddling while you whisper sweet nothings in spanish to him

You once told him that even though names can’t be translated, he would probably be called Lorenzo and he hated it and of course you call him that to rile him up because its hilarious

100% bought a book to also teach himself some more spanish and impress you

You once wore a traditional outfit for a banquet and absolutely loved it he couldn’t stop complimenting you and eventually you gifted him a handmade shirt that he treasures

You gifted him some nice boots too and he wears them religiously

He noticed every time November would roll by, you’d buy flowers that’d sit under some pictures, and would also make some decorations with skeletons on them. When you explained what Día de Muertos was and that those were pictures of your loved ones that had passed away, he was so amazed and next November he’d add a picture of Corazón in your altar and bought stuff you were missing to complete it

Eventually the tradition was embraced by the whole crew and everyone would participate putting together a bigger altar on display for everyone

You’d paint everyone as catrines and best believe everyone is exited to be part of it, celebrating your culture and those that are not here is so precious to the crew

Viernes de carne asada at the submarine

There would probably be some cultural differences between you and Law; for example he probably thought you were so damn loud (a lot of ppl had told me we are very loud?) or wouldn’t get your sense of humor at first

Confused on why you keep every damn plastic bag inside another bag

Home remedies scare him, what do you mean you’re putting lemon on your cut? Would accept some sore throat drink tho

Freaked out the first time you did a limpia on him but he’s used to it now, still thinks it’s stupid tho and he’ll roll his eyes and grumble

He. Loves. Vaporub

When you proclaimed it was absolutely magical he laughed, but when then witnessed its power now he always has some on him

When he hears your music blasting in the morning he knows you’re on cleaning duty

He would probably listen to spanish rock and would ask you to translate the lyrics

When you moved in to a shared room with Law, he noticed how a lot of the decorations were so colorful it was comical how contrasting it was from his personal style. You were adding color to his life, literally and metaphorically

Noche de loteria once a month everyone plays and sometimes it gets out of hand, Law is so competitive he is winning no matter what

You asked Law to dress as a charro for your birthday. At first he acted like it was annoying but honestly he liked the all black outfit and ended up loving it

He’d wear it around to fluster you

Would bend whenever you call him “mi vida” or “mi amor” but would get mad if you do it in front of others, that’s for his ears only also hates pda

Honestly he loves everything about you and understands how your culture is a huge part of who you are, so he is eager to learn about and connect with it, but most importantly to allow you to embrace it, after all the heart pirates are your family

Might make this a series with other characters feel free to request

[f1-stuff]

VICTORIAN CHARLOS ROYALTY ABO you have sent me into chaotic overdrive with that sentence oh boy am I excited to read that!!!!!!!! Thank you to your brain as always

Hehe I'm glad you're excited!! So am I... 😏 which is why I'm going to share a bit of it now!!! 😝 (sometimes, I simply can't help myself)

For some exposition, Charles is the crown prince of Monaco and an omega, Carlos is the alpha son of a Spanish duke (but distantly in line for the throne, which also makes him a prince). Their meeting has been arranged by carlos' father & cousin and charles' uncle, which makes this a sort of arranged marriage AU, except that Charles still gets to choose his husband in the end. Charles is almost twenty-one, and he's looking forward to certain freedoms that will award him. All of this was inspired by The Young Victoria (2009).

Behold, a 1.8k-word snippet:

Charles’ eyes scan over the chess board, carefully considering his next move. He can feel the looks of the rest of their party burning into the side of his face. He glances sideways to confirm his suspicions, and notes several people averting their eyes in a hurry.

When he looks back to Carlos, the other man is giving him a conspiratorial smile. Charles sighs, his lips curving up at the edges as he settles on moving his rook.

Ever since their walk earlier that afternoon, Charles’ feelings have...softened slightly toward the Spaniard. He much prefers when the man isn’t feeding him answers that he believes Charles will like, and luckily, it seems they’ve mostly done away with that nonsense now. There’s no doubt that Carlos is...handsome. Or that his scent seems designed to tempt Charles. But he’s smart enough to know that Carlos has his own motivations for being here, and that it would benefit him and his family very much indeed if they were to wed. Charles has no intention of finding a mate yet, not when his freedom is so close at hand.

As Carlos decides on his next move, Charles’ face begins to burn once again from the others’ returned stares. His jaw clenches.

“Do you ever feel like a chess piece yourself? In a game being played against your will?” He doesn’t bother to lower his voice. It would likely be futile, not to mention that he would welcome his words having a shaming effect on their company. If only. 

Carlos��� curious gaze rises to meet his own. He takes a moment to respond, brows furrowing as he considers Charles’ words.

“I hadn’t thought of it. But I suppose so, yes.”

“I do, constantly,” he sighs. “I feel their eyes assessing me, their fingers moving me round the board.”

“Your parents?”

“Everyone. My uncle, brother, advisors, politicians... They’re all ready to seize hold of me and drag me from square to square.” He chuckles to lighten the tone, and Carlos’ lips make an effort to smile, but fall short. 

Carlos glances over at the others, before his attention returns to the board and he finally makes his move. “Then, you had better master the rules of the game until you play it better than they can.” 

His eyes meet Charles’, and they hold there, candlelight flickering within their depths in a hypnotizing pattern. It feels like it takes all of Charles’ willpower to peel his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

“You don’t recommend I find an alpha husband to play it for me?” he asks, raising a brow as his rook takes Carlos’ pawn.

“I should find one to play it with you, not for you.”

Charles feels delighted surprise drip down his spine as he considers Carlos’ words. He’s never really...thought about marriage like that. It had always seemed like another prison he would be forced into. But if he were to choose a mate and a husband as an equal, someone who would play with him, like Carlos suggests...

They continue playing for a moment in silence, as Charles decides how to respond, but he’s been thrown off slightly, Carlos proving once again to be unexpected.

“You know, my father wants me to marry King Torger’s nephew, George.” He sees the flicker of distaste that flashes across Carlos’ face, and has to bite his lip not to laugh.

“Hm,” Carlos grunts, picking up his bishop. “What’s he like at chess?” He knocks Charles’ pawn aside, then looks up and grins.

Charles stifles a laugh, glancing over at his family. His uncle and mother are smiling contentedly down at their laps, his mother with her embroidery and his uncle with his newspaper. Charles’ good mood dims slightly, realizing how easily he’s playing into their hands by enjoying Carlos’ company.

And yet he can’t help the affection and attraction that simmers within him when he looks back at Carlos and the scent of dewy grass and fresh oranges caresses his nose, so refreshing compared to the usual dusty stale air of the drawing room.

He wins their first game because Carlos underestimates him, like so many others. But Carlos requests a second match, and this time, manages to take the win. The excited buzz of a good challenge fills Charles with a restless energy that he hasn’t felt in years, and they play a third game, then a fourth, and a fifth. Eventually, as the others are beginning to nod off in their chairs, they decide to retire for the evening.

He’s just taken Andrea’s hand to begin his ascent up the stairs when his name is called out behind him, followed almost immediately by that damn scent. Charles looks over his shoulder at Carlos, who almost appears out of breath, like he’d rushed to catch up to him. They had already said goodnight in the drawing room, but perhaps he’d thought of something else to tell Charles.

“It’s alright, Andrea. Carlos can take me up.” 

Andrea’s eyebrow twitches slightly with displeasure, but he would never protest. He steps aside, Carlos taking his place.

“You’ll have to hold my hand,” Charles explains. “It is a ridiculous precaution, but Maman insists.”

“Of course,” Carlos says, bowing slightly.

He offers his hand to Charles, who takes it after the briefest of hesitations. It’s the first time their skin has touched, and Charles suppresses the shiver that rolls through him.

For a moment, they simply stand there, feet unmoving, as Carlos’ thumb settles gently over his knuckles. His hand is warm and large, his fingers slightly calloused, from riding or shooting perhaps. He holds onto Charles’ fingers just tight enough to reassure, but not so tight as to entrap him. It’s a delicate balance, and Charles wonders how he’s managed to find that sweet spot so gracefully.

With some effort, Charles forces his feet to move, and they begin their climb.

“Did you want to tell me something?” he asks.

“Ask you, actually. Your father - he didn’t join us tonight.”

“Yes. He is...his health is poor,” Charles says, pushing through the sadness and worry to give Carlos a polite smile. “We...do not know how much longer he has.”

“Ah.” Carlos swallows, and in his gaze, Charles sees the man’s love for his own father. His brown eyes dip at the outer edges in sympathy. “I am very sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you,” he mutters.

“I would have loved to meet him.”

The sentiment makes Charles smile for real. He isn’t certain what his father would think of Carlos, but so far, there hasn’t been much to object on.

They climb a few more steps in silence, and only when they’re about to reach the top does Carlos speak again.

“I wanted to say that I may not entirely understand what you are going through, or just how much of a pawn you are feeling...” They pause on the landing. “But I know a bit of what it’s like to be moved around like a chess piece in someone else’s game. And I know a bit of what it’s like to feel as though your life is not your own.”

Charles studies him. He seems sincere, but it’s hard to imagine this alpha knows an ounce of what Charles has been through.

“Does your mother also assign someone to guide you up and down the stairs?” he asks, brow arched teasingly. Carlos lets out an amused huff, glancing down at their still clasped hands.

“No, indeed I do not shoulder that particular charge. But I do know how duty and obligation to one’s family, one’s country, can eclipse even your sense of self.”

That strikes a chord within Charles, who has wasted hours and hours of his life wondering who he really is beyond an omega, a prince. If these things were stripped away, who is he underneath?

“And yet,” Carlos continues, before Charles can formulate a response. “I am finding my current duty to my country to be much more enjoyable than I had anticipated.” Smiles spread over both of their faces, and something giddy and dangerous alights deep in Charles’ stomach.

Do not fall for it, Charles.

“Did your father instruct you to use all your charms on me?”

“My cousin, actually,” Carlos admits, startling a laugh out of Charles for his honesty. “He also told me not to let your beauty distract me. Yet, I confess, I have never been so distracted in my life.”

Charles wants to roll his eyes at the transparent attempt to romance him, but all his lessons in etiquette restrain him. Instead, he presses his lips together to prevent a smile, not wanting to give Carlos the satisfaction. Unfortunately, Carlos is watching his expression closely enough that he notes Charles’ attempt and responds with a smug grin of his own.

For a moment, they stand suspended, hands still holding one another’s, both unwilling to let go. And to his slight shame, it is Carlos who ends the stalemate, bowing at the waist to barely graze his lips against the back of Charles’ hand, his breath warm and startling. Charles’ heart stutters, but he schools his expression as the other man straightens once again, releasing his hand.

“Goodnight, Monsieur.”

Charles is afraid to speak, worried his voice will betray just how overcome he is by the barest touch of lips on his skin - not even a kiss, really. Embarrassing.

So he simply nods, then turns and strides toward his rooms without looking back. It’s only when he’s almost through the door that he glances just one time over his shoulder to see Carlos descending the stairs. 

He doesn’t wait around long enough to see if the other man looks back.

His attendant helps him undress while Andrea readies his bed. Charles brushes a thumb over the back of his hand, feeling the ghost of lips there.

“Will my lord miss the prince and princesses when they’re gone?” his attendant asks.

“Don’t be impertinent,” Andrea admonishes. Charles just smiles to himself as he undoes his necktie. “That young man pesters you.”

“Please, Andrea,” Charles sighs, shouldering off his waistcoat. “After all this time, you really think I’m going to walk straight into another jail?”

He’s taking off his shoes when Andrea eventually responds. “You must marry one day.”

“Well, I don’t see why I must,” he says, shaking his head. “But if I do, it shall be to please myself, and no one else - not Maman or Uncle or my father.”

So what if he never has children. There will always be another heir somewhere. Sure, it would be dangerous to remain an unmated omega. But if anyone could do it and survive, Charles thinks a sovereign prince, with more protection than anyone else in the country, could succeed.

He’s not marrying anyone just yet. Not even the charming Spaniard with the kind eyes.

[lunerabo]

no but like could u do a oneshot or something about the reader cussing someone out in spanish (im guessing u speak spanish since ur mexican) n who ever u want getting horny...? idk i had friend tell we it was hot when i spoke on the phone with my sister in spanish n that made me feel... happy ;)

I am absolutely a no sabo kid but WE’RE WORKING ON IT and luckily for you I know enough to answer fairly confidently (though that’s mainly taking from shit my mother has said to me soooo.)

Gone are the days where you can poke fun at him, where you’d cackle like a hyena on the phone with a friend about how you can say anything you want and your boyfriend can’t understand you. Satoru’s a smart man. Even if he hadn’t asked to learn your tongue at all, he would’ve picked up on some things.

You’d be proud of him for learning, if he didn’t immediately abuse what little power he’s gained. Insulting your salsa—“no es tan picoso,” he claims, even as his eyes water—and oh, you’ll show him picoso alright.

What he does notice, however, is the interesting habit of yours to switch languages whenever you’re annoyed in the hopes that he’ll stop attempting communication. This is a barrier he’s at last breached, replying in English or in Japanese whenever you spit a petty insult at him. And to say you aren’t pleased about that is an understatement.

“No entiendes la palabra que no? I really would, pero I’m so busy right now, you don’t even know.”

He may not know every word in the question, but he knows enough to understand it.

“But we can eat later! I’m hungry for something else right now, you can understand that.”

“Satoru, keep this up and you’re making your own food tonight.”

“Come on, you know as much as I do you don’t want to be stuck cooking, not while I’m right here, just begging for you to-“

“No. Quiero comida.” A pause, before you mutter to yourself, “y te ves como un palo.”

He gasps, dramatically slapping a hand to his chest.

“Excuse me?! How? You are all over these muscles in bed, need I remind you, I’m the furthest thing from-“

“It’s the outfit. Doesn’t do you any favors, makes you look skinny.”

“Then take it off me.”

Your lips press into a line, eyes shut and brow furrowed in annoyance, as you turn to face him.

“Y sigues con los pendejadas.”

His hands are, unsurprisingly, already on your ass, his boner pressed hard up against your waist.

“C’mon,” he whispers, and you allow him only a kiss, before whipping your head around to face the source of the slightly burnt smell.

“Satoru! You- ugh, por el amor de dios-“

He’s got a split second notice before he sees you reach downward for a weapon he’s become far too well acquainted with in the time he’s been with you, and he bolts out of the kitchen with a desperation only ever seen on rabbits running from foxes.

“Hijo de puta motherfucker, I’ll gonna wring your little neck como un pollo! Usaré tus seis ojos como joyas!”

Your aim is true, your slipper firm, and your boyfriend likely concussed.

[the-type-a]

Duncney Week 2024

Day 5: Silence and Sound

“Awe, and here I thought you didn’t care about me.” Create a situation where Duncney’s actions speak louder than words.

*Read under break*

“Oh, fuck me.” Duncan groaned as he inspected the damage on his dads already crappy car.

The day had been perfect thus far. He had successfully managed to get Courtney to come over, stating he needed help catching up on his Spanish Literature class. Then to his surprise she’d actually agreed to get in the same vehicle as him. So far so good, right? Wrong.

All this situation did was fuel Duncan’s massive ego. He now had every chance to impress the one girl who never gave him a second thought, or so she made it seem.

“Duncan, please drive right. We’re only 16 and I’d like to make it to graduation.”

“Relax, I do this all the time.”

Fucking dumbass, he thought now. Did he really need to let go of the wheel and show her how he could drive with just his knees? At that moment, yes.

That little stunt lasted for about 15 seconds before he hit a pothole and scraped the driver's side of the car against the median. He played it off thinking it couldn’t be that bad, but now he was looking at the damages.

“I am so kicked out.” He blew under his breath.

“Duncan—”

“Don’t. I’m already gonna have my ass on the line by the old man, I don’t need that smart mouth of yours right now either.”

Duncan didn’t bother looking as Courtney made her way out the garage door. He didn’t blame her. If anyone else were dealing with his stupid prick of a dad then he would have left too.

Had Courtney shut the door? He’d hate to have to get up from his sulking position to do so. Just as he was about to push himself up he heard the shuffling of feet approaching him. He paused; her shadow standing perfectly across the wall but Duncan couldn’t make out what her shadow was holding.

Slowly, Duncan turned his head to actually see her. Courtney’s face was cool, calm, and collected as she handed him a metal rod. It looked oddly similar to the ones by the living room's fire pit. He took it out of instinct and before he had a chance to ask her what the actual hell she was doing, Courtney swung her own metal rod and made a dent in his dad’s old car.

The ringing sound seemed to be the only thing he could focus on as shock hit him. Courtney, sweet old miss goody-two-shoes, was vandalizing property.

He had never been so in love.

His ears seemed to click back to reality as he watched her swing over and over again. The doors received multiple blows as she let her own anger out before carefully placing the rod on the ground. She dusted her hands off and took a seat next to him by the uneven steps.

“There. Now we can say someone hit you and sped off on the highway.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Princess?” Duncan said in awe. He didn’t care that he cracked a genuine smile in her direction.

“Princess needed a little break.” She shrugged, “And nobody should have to be worried about getting kicked out…” she whispered before looking away as a patch of pink rose to her cheeks.

Duncan loved getting that reaction out of her.

“You’re such a badass, you know?” He teased.

“Shut up.”

Courtney shoved his shoulder lightly and laughed. it was rare to see her so comfortable, he’d work hard to make sure there were moments like this if she ever gave him a solid chance.

“Ah, she’s back.”

She hummed as they fell into silence. They just stared at the hideous car together.

“Thanks, Courtney.”

Her head tilted as she looked at him. He’d used her real name and something about it made her smile.

“Anytime.”

—

[lappel-du-vide83]

Also getting back to the manhwas train I finally read debut or die which was?? Not at all like I was expecting?? But anyways, here are just my reactions (often kinda random) but I hope you read through and can figure out what's going on while finding it funny!

Also don't ask me which chapter it starts at because brother in arms I don't know either

EUGENE IS SO FUNNY

[VTIC Cheongryeo sunbae-nim: Call me if you feel like dying ^^]

- LMFAOOOO what

didn’t know where this dogsh*t idea came from. Does his pituitary produce saliva instead of hormones? It was fortunate that he was the type to be impressed by trivial interpersonal relationships.

- woah what went straight for the jugular

I never thought that the situation where I cried for the first time in nearly 7 years would be live in front of a camera with 13,000 people.

- AND AIN'T AFRAID TO CRY

- OR TREAT HIS MAMA RIGHT

“You didn’t have a trashy attitude back then, Moondae. You just worked hard even though you were sick. Chungwoo hyung was worried too.”

- Oml

[We have to lose!]

- Bless cha Eugene's heart

-- HE'S SAYING IT IN ENG

Hey, that’s scary. I’m scared.’

- Behold the intelligence of mcs

The company’s internal network structure is derived from T1.’

- HOLY SHIT THIS GUY'S DEDUCTING SKILLS IS CRAZY

- Have you considered a career in

- Forensic?

He also gave very American advice.

- LMFAO

I cheered as I reviewed the ten-day seclusion plan.

- FR

- secluded for 10 days sounds like the DREAM

‘I am so f*cking uncomfortable with it, you bastard.’

- Leave the poor man alone 😭

-- Is this..?

-- THE KIDNAPPING???

(- WHAT

Why don’t you try to commit suicide?”

- CRAZY BASTARD

-- He is now the kidnapper

--- Kidnappee turn kidnapper

Because I beat the sh*t out of him.”

- Amen

It’s okay. I won.”

- HELL YEAH YOU DID

The fact that I was injured enough to go to the hospital was funnier.

- WHAT STOP

- HE COLLAPSED

- WTF

- PLS REST

--

HE'S ACTUALLY SO MANIPULATIVE

-- USING THE SKILL

-- SUBTLY CHANGING THEIR THOUGHTS IT'S CRAZY

---

DO YOU REALLY WANNA WORK THAT HARD

Arent you drinking too much

- ONG was not expecting this to actually be a problem

You look tired these days!”

- OMG HE _IS_ AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR

--

Oh no he got a SURPRISE BDAY PARTY

-- Woah so his actual one is 8 dec??

-- That's awfully close

---

WATCHING RED PANDAS IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM

--- SAUR CUTE

----

HIS GRANDMA IS AN OPP

---- I'M SORRY IT'S REALLY MEAN BUT GET IT TOGETHER GIRL

---- OMG CHA YUJIN INSISTING THAT HE STAY

---- URGHHH MY HEART

Self criticism should be done during spare time not when it's a nuisance

- I respect this man so much

like a brainless idiot

- STOP

- YOU ARE SMART

- AND AMAZING

- YOU JUST GIVE 200% AT THE WRONG TIMES

--

AW OMG HE CARES SO MUCH

-- BLESS RAEBIN

-- EVERYONE ACTUALLY

-- THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH

- - -

Woah wait so they're aiming for a Moondae is the the same person as bae sejin feel??

--- I am INVESTED in the mv lore

It doesn't matter if it was worse this time

- NO

- IT'S ALREADY SO BAD

- THE RECOIL SHOULD NOT GET WORSE

- THAT'S RIGHT SLEEP MORE

- JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE BACCHUAS DOESN MEAN YOU DONT NEED SLEEO

--

OH NO

-- THE ACCIDENT

-- STOP

-- ARGHHH

-- WILL YOU REST PLEASE

-- OH THANK FUCK

---

WAIT

--- NO

--- NONONONO

--- STOP

--- NOT ALLT HE WAY BACK

--- Daydream??

( how desparate he is)

- OH MY FUCKING GOD

- SHOULD I JUMP OFFF

- NO

- OMG

- NO

--

OMG THIS REALISATION is Tearing me APART

rapid prayers in spanish

- the angst here is killing me

--

THANK GOD FOR NECTAR

-- 18 DAY COMA

OMFG

-- CHA YUJIN IS SAUR CUTE

-- BRIBED HIM WITH TANGEIRNES

-- HE'S SORRY

-- HE IS FORGIVEN

-- CHA YUJIN KEEPING QUIET ABOUT VTIC

-- AND BLACKMAILING MOONDAE

-- SO ADORABLE

---

FUNDRAISING

--- He's actually so sweet

--- PLS EVERYONE WAS CRYING

"do you think I'm some kind of sociopath"

- SEJIN NO

- THEYRE FRIENDS <333

- PLEASE I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY

--

So the system is actively trying to help him??

---

TSRANDED ARC!!

--- Lights out :0

--- SAVE THE CHICKENS

--- The secret door is so ominous

--- Horror arc

--- OMG MOONDAE GOING wtf do I do??

--- SO REALL

--- WAS SO SCARED FOR A SECOND

----

THE MEETING

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- AHHHHHH

---- DID HE RUN AWAY???

---- I'M SO CONFUSED

---- BUT RGW IN THIS CONTEXT IS SO SWEET

HE TRIED TO COMMIT DEATH

- WHAT

- WHAT THE FUCK

- HUH

- IT ENDED LIKE THAT????

- No more abnormalities???

- WHAT

--

:OO A CONVO WITH OG PMD

Ah the need to be in control of every situation

- So valid

AND THEN MY TEXTS JUST END THERE SO...

anyways hope you had a laugh

And I really hope this fandom gets so much bigger than it is now :)

[dashnite]

I feel like that one set of gifs of Sofía Vergara in uh,, Modern Family I think, where she says “you don’t know how smart I am in Spanish” porque mi amor… Esa es la verdad

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter sixty five

close to home | chapter sixty five

plot: the reader meets a new threat

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,968 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, character death A/N: thank you for reading!!

The meeting was a good distraction for you, though you were annoyed when Michonne targeted Magna and scared the council into voting no--aside from Daryl, of course. You’d told him you liked Connie and Kelly and wanted to stay. And he knew how much you disagreed with Michonne on not taking anybody else in. He did, too. 

You were looking for Rosita because you needed someone to confide in when you found her and Eugene talking about going on a quick run. 

“Can I come with you?” You asked. 

“Oh… I didn’t think you’d be up for it, or I would’ve asked.” Rosita said. 

You shook your head. “I need the distraction today. And I wouldn’t mind leaving here for a little while.”

“Daryl coming?” Eugene asked. 

“Probably not. He’s got too much to do with the farming expansion. Is it overnight?”

“We’re hoping not, but pack like it will be.”

You nodded and told them you’d meet them at the gate in a few. You quickly found Daryl and told him you were going out, which he was hesitant about. “Are ya sure ya wanna go out there right now?” He wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I was thinkin’ we could cook or somethin’ and stay in?”

Your heart melted and you grabbed his hand. “You are the perfect husband, Dixon. But I wanna get out of here for a few hours. I just wanna get my mind off things. We might end up staying overnight, so don’t panic if I’m not back until tomorrow.”

“What are ya even doin’ out there?”

You shrugged before giving him a hug. “Something about a radio thing, I don’t know. Besides, I’ll be with Rosita and Eugene. I’ll be fine.”

“You, Rosita, and Eugene against the world.”

You smiled and kissed him. “I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

Daryl kissed you again and then one more time. “I love ya more. Be safe.”

You kissed him one final time, promising to be safe, and then you walked away. As you did, you could hear Aaron mimicking I love you more, be safe and Daryl telling him to shut the fuck up. It made you laugh for the first time today. 

***

Eugene was a good hundred feet in the air, and you shielded your eyes from the sun to watch as he climbed over the top. Once up there, he wouldn’t need too long to set up the radio. With him up there safely, you looked at Rosita as she worked on the mechanical stuff down here. 

You walked toward her and watched her tweak some of the controls. If there was one thing you admired about your close friend, it was how smart she was. 

“Hey,” You said quietly, even though you knew Eugene was entirely out of earshot. “If I tell you something, will you promise not to freak?”

“That’s never a good sign.” She didn’t look up as she spoke.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

Rosita paused and looked up at you. “What?”

You glanced back at Eugene and stepped back, lifting your shirt up so she could see the swell. “It looks like it, right?”

“How did you not even notice that? How hasn’t Daryl?”

You lowered your shirt and shook your head. “It happened within a week. My pants fit fine three days ago, and now they’re tight. And he’s been tired with all the work; we haven’t had sex in a few days.”

Rosita started mumbling in Spanish and then started laughing. “That definitely looks like a baby bump to me, babe.”

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. “I was afraid you’d say that. How am I even supposed to know for sure?”

“Maybe you could radio Jesus? They have equipment there. When was the last time you got your period?”

“A few months ago, but it was always on and off since the start.”

“Does Daryl know?”

“No. Just you and Judith.”

“How the hell does Judith know?”

You laughed. “She walked in on me looking at it and remembered Michonne when she was pregnant.”

“Well, it does look like a bump. You were pregnant before, right?” Her question was hesitant. When you nodded, she continued. “You’ll show a lot quicker than. You’re probably not that far along then. You’ll need to tell Daryl soon unless you want me to help you out with that situation if you know what I mean.”

“No,” You shook your head. “If it has a heartbeat already, I can’t risk an abortion. Who knows how fast a baby would turn in there. Oh, God.” 

Rosita smiled and threw her arm around your shoulders. “You’ll be alright, babe.”

“Hopefully. Don’t tell anyone, babe.” 

You and her returned to work on a few things, but it wasn’t long before you heard Eugene yelling about a herd coming. When you looked, it was a lot closer than you expected. You swore as you and Rosita started gathering up your supplies. 

When the horses took off, you yelled at Rosita, “Get the supplies from the wagon now!”

You heard a clang and turned to see that Eugene had knocked the ladder over. You cursed under your breath and grabbed it, trying to prop it back up. But he must’ve panicked because he jumped the rest of the way down. To avoid him hitting it, you swerved but lost your balance, and the metal ladder slammed down on your shin. 

“Fuck!” You screamed as the fire spread through your leg. You looked down at your exposed leg and saw a deep cut, with blood already soaking into the ends of the cut-off pants you were wearing. You looked at Eugene and Rosita running over. 

“My knee,” Eugene swore. 

“(Y/N), you okay?”

You struggled to stand up, and after Rosita gave Eugene a shovel, she helped you. “Did it hit your stomach?”

You shook your head, and the two of you followed after Eugene. “Good, one less walker to worry about.” She said. 

“Not funny!" You yelled, but despite your situation. and the impending herd, you laughed. 

***

You were on the run until well past sunrise the following day. You’d managed to have a few minutes of downtime here and there, trying to find somewhere to hold up in. But they just kept coming. And you couldn't risk them tracking you back to Alexandria.

The three of you were out of water, and you’d lost your supplies a while back. Eugene’s knee was still hurting, and while your shin wasn’t bleeding anymore, it was severely bruised and swollen, and every step hurt like hell. Rosita could barely keep herself standing, let alone Eugene.  

You were all desperate, so when Eugene offered to sacrifice himself and then admitted his feelings towards Rosita--which you wished you weren’t around to hear--Rosita forced him to keep going. 

But at every turn, they kept cutting you off. You had no idea how they were still trailing you after so long. It was like they were hunting you. 

“Here, here!” Rosita yelled. 

You slid down a muddy hill as Eugene and Rosita came beside you. She was immediately flinging mud onto both of you, and you worked quickly to help. Then you all laid back, and you tried to still your heartbeat when you heard the walkers approaching. 

At first, it was just the groans and shuffling of their feet like usual. But then there was something else. Something that made your blood run cold and changed the way you thought of walkers entirely. 

Where are they…They must be close…Don’t let them get away.

***

“Don’t leave us out here, please, please.” You begged as you stumbled into the hole in the ground. 

“I have to. I’m going to lead them away and get help. I can make it faster without you two.”

“Please Rosita…” You were delirious, exhausted, and lost a decent amount of blood. And you were probably pregnant.

Your friend slammed the trap door closed and you and Eugene were left in darkness.

***

Daryl had ended up going with Michonne to escort the newcomers to Hilltop. He didn’t want to; he tried to refuse, but he knew Michonne needed him. So he left a note on your pillow for when you came home and went with her. 

The next day, when he arrived at Hilltop, after hearing the message from their scouts on the road about Rosita arriving without you and Eugene and that the two of you were missing, he didn’t wait a single second before getting a group together and going out to search. 

***

Pressed shoulder to shaking shoulder, you and Eugene clasped hands as you heard the herd go by once and then a second time. You could hear the whispers, the groans, and you couldn’t unclench your shaking hand from Eugene’s. They were looking for you. 

You were being hunted.

***

You and Eugene were cooped up long enough to make you think you would go crazy. You didn’t have any food or water and haven’t slept. 

It was nighttime when you heard something familiar, and you strained yourself to listen. It took you a second before you realized what it was. 

“That’s Dog.” You breathed out. 

You heard him whining above you and scratching, and then you couldn’t stop yourself. “Daryl! Daryl, I’m here!” You yelled, ignoring Eugene, shushing you. 

“(Y/N).” It was Daryl. “Move the hay, come on, guys.”

You heard the floorboards creaking, and then bright flashlights shone directly onto your face. Daryl dropped his light and reached down, hooking his arms under yours and lifting you out. 

“Thank God,” Daryl breathed in your face as he hugged you.

“We need to leave. We need to leave now.” You cried, grabbing his vest. “We have to run.” 

“What?”

“The herds coming,” Eugene said. “They’ve been through here enough to keep us trapped.” 

Daryl stared down at you and pushed your messy hair back. “What the hell are ya two talkin’ ’bout?”

“They’re looking for us.” You whispered because you couldn’t say it any louder. “They’re hunting us, Daryl.” 

Your husband shushed you and brought you into a hug. “No one is huntin’ ya, just been out here a bit too long.” 

“No! Listen to us. They’re coming back. We need to go now!” You were desperate as you pulled away from him. “Daryl, they were whispering.” 

“What?” Jesus asked. 

You turned to look at them. “I know it sounds crazy, but look at us! We know how to get away from herds. They were talking. They were looking for us.”

“We should get you guys back…” Aaron said, and from his tone of voice, you knew he didn’t believe you. None of them did. 

You turned to look at Daryl and grabbed his hands. “You gotta believe me. I know how it sounds. You gotta believe me.”

Before he could respond, Dog started barking, and your blood went cold. You looked at Eugene, and he was shaking again. Then behind him, you could see the herd approaching from the open windows. 

“There’s no way that’s the same herd,” Daryl said as he moved to look out the window. 

“They got us cut off.”

Eugene kept repeating the word no repeatedly, and you started hyperventilating. Your body was shaking uncontrollably, and you were shaking your head. Daryl grabbed your arm and titled your head up. “Come on, I need ya with me. Are ya with me?”

“I wanna go home, I wanna go home.” You cried. 

“We goin’ right now, stay with me.” 

***

Daryl’s mind raced as he set you on the abandoned car beside Eugene. Your face was pale, and you shook so hard he didn’t know what to do. Your eyes were glazed over, and the look of pure terror was too much for him. He quickly put his vest on you, knowing it wasn't enough to keep you warm or to get you to stop, but he hoped it was enough to calm you down.

“It doesn’t make any sense. They shouldn’t have double-backed like that, and they definitely shouldn’t have followed us to the barn.” 

Your hands clamped down on Daryl’s arms, and he looked at you. “They’re hunting us.” You whispered to him. 

His mind was a mess, and he didn’t know what to think. Both you and Eugene were terrified, more terrified than he’d ever seen either of you. But it didn’t make sense, just like Jesus said. 

When Daryl offered to stay behind and lead the herd away, you went frantic and jumped down from the car. “No, no, Daryl, don’t leave me. Don’t. You have to stay.”

But he ignored you and forced you over to Aaron. “You keep her safe. You get her back to Hilltop.”

Aaron held you as you tried to push him away and get to Daryl, which broke the archer’s heart. But he was doing this to keep you safe, to keep you moving. And if the herd kept following, no one had a chance. 

“I’ll keep her safe.”

***

“We have to go back, we have to go back for him,” You cried for the millionth time as Aaron shoved you into a crack in the wall.

“He’s going to be okay; he’s done this before.” Jesus told you. 

You cried harder and shook your head. “You don’t understand… you're not listening to us!”

When your feet hit the ground, you tried to make a break for it, but Jesus stopped you before you could. 

“Use the wall; there’s gotta be a gate,” Jesus said. “How are they still following us?”

He pushed you along until you came to a gate, and Aaron had you pulling yourself over within a minute. You carefully dropped down, winced from the pain in your leg, and looked around. You couldn’t see any walkers from the fog, but you could hear them. You went to grab your bow but remembered it broke while you were on the run, and you’d tossed it. 

You looked through the gate to see Aaron and Jesus trying to get Eugene up, but they couldn’t. Then you saw the walkers behind them.

“Guys!” You yelled, grabbing onto the metal bars. There was no way you could climb back over to help them; you were too short. 

They took down the first wave of walkers quickly, and that was when you heard the whispering. You started shaking again and saw Eugene do the same. 

“Get over the fence now!” You screamed. 

A hand grabbed you waist and you screamed again, and swung around with your knife raised. But it was Michonne, and she blocked your arm before you could hurt her. 

“Michonne!” You cried out. “We gotta get the gate open now. They’re coming.”

You both grabbed the gates as Michonne yelled for Eugene to push and then two of the newcomers were there helping to pull. You couldn’t remember their names but you were more than thankful to see their faces. 

When the gate finally pried open, you heard Jesus yelling for Aaron to get you all out of there. You started screaming for Jesus to come, but Michonne held you back. “He’ll be fine,” She said. 

“No, you don’t understand! You don’t understand!” You cried, trying to pull away from her grasp. “Jesus!” You screamed. 

You broke out of her grasp just as a walker dodged your friend and pulled a knife, stabbing him in the back. You pushed yourself through the gate as you screamed for your friend and ran toward the walker that killed him. 

It used the same move on you that you just watched, and you ducked and spun, slicing open his side. You moved fast as you jumped on its back and rammed your machete into its neck. You both fell together, and you took the machete out, stabbing again and again and again as you cried. 

You heard arrows flying, and you saw another walker approach you. You jumped up and twisted the machete in your hand, ready to fight, when an arrow pierced its skull, and it fell to the ground. Behind it, you could see Daryl’s silhouette in the fog. 

He ran up to you and cradled your face. “Are ya okay?”

You nodded and looked around. All of you were still there, and you looked at Aaron kneeling before Jesus’ body. Then you turned back to Daryl. “They killed him. A walker stabbed him.” You cried. 

“(Y/N), ya hands.” 

You looked down at them and saw what he saw. It wasn’t walker blood. It was fresh. You turned around to see your group realizing the same thing. 

Daryl walked over to the closest body and knelt down. You followed him because you couldn’t stand to not be next to him. He looked at the walker, and you both saw the stitches on the back of his head. After calling over Michonne and getting the rest of the group, Daryl pulled off the skin. 

Only it wasn’t the skin. It was a mask. And when Daryl rolled the body over, it wasn’t a walker at all. It was a person. 

Then you heard it again. 

They’re trapped.

Circle around.

Don’t let them slip by.

Keep them together.

Lightening and thunder clapped above you and you grabbed Daryl’s arm, pulling him away from the body. 

“We have to go now!” You yelled over the thunder. 

“Go, now!” Michonne said. 

“Go with Eugene,” Daryl told you. 

“No!” You shouted, “Daryl, Michonne, we go together!”

“Now (Y/N)!” Daryl screamed at you. “Get out of here!”

A hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back as you stared at Daryl. It was one of the new women, the one with the tattoos. She pulled you away toward the gate, and one of the other girls raised a bow and started firing. 

You looked at the woman with the tattoos. “Thank you for coming.”

When you turned back around to look, Daryl and Aaron were dragging Jesus’ body out, and Michonne quickly followed them out and locked the gate behind her. Then, you all ran. 

[captain-mj]

HII, first of all I just wanna say that I love your fics, and then could please post something about wolfshifter au?👉👈🥺🥺 It's my favorite one, I love it

CW for... a lot man honestly. Sexual abuse. References to reproductive rights/the taking away of reproductive rights

Previous parts

Ghost fell asleep with his head in Soap’s lap. The sun was still shining so bright on both of them and the smell of the honeysuckle lingered on their hands. 

“Hey Johnny.”

Well, Soap thought he was asleep. His eyes stayed closed. 

“Yeah, Simon?”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

Soap pet his hair gently, mulling over the words. He could answer that this was his job and while that was definitely true, Simon also definitely got special treatment from him. Not once in the years he’d be working in this job had he ever, ever taken someone home. 

“I don’t know. Guess I just think you deserve it.”

“Sappy.” Ghost opened his eyes. Chocolate brown eyes stared at him. “You’re so sappy. All the time.” 

Soap frowned. “I am not!”

“Kinda are.” Ghost sat up and leaned into him. “That’s okay though. I like it about you. How… soft and squishy your insides are.” He smiled at him. 

Soap flushed. “You’re weirdly romantic for someone who hasn’t talked for a while.”

Ghost looked around to check to see if anyone else was nearby. “They always had romance movies playing at one of the places. Shitty hallmark level ones. All in Spanish, but I picked up things.” He smiled, tilting his head. 

Soap wanted to kiss him. Instead, he followed behind him. 

Ghost walked funny. A tiny bit lopsided. Soap wondered if he had a limp or something that he had been hiding or if that was just his natural gait. He grabbed on to Ghost’s arm and they walked in tune. 

After the park, Ghost seemed a little brighter. He sat up in the car and looked out the window, showing interest in the things that passed by. 

Soap thought he was gorgeous. Regardless, they could not stay out all day. He brought Ghost home and made him more food. 

“So… you mentioned some things that I’m curious about.” He kept his tone light, not wanting to send Ghost on the defensive. 

Ghost looked up, tilting his head. “Yes?”

“You mentioned that when you were being rewarded, you got more control, right?”

“Yes.”

“And when you were being punished, you got less control?” 

Ghost frowned. He didn’t get why Soap was reiterating this so much. Soap was smart, Ghost had no doubt he grasped the concept just fine, so he didn’t get why he seemed so baffled. “Yes. They’d tie me up and let women use me. Sometimes I wonder if I have any kids.”

“Kids?” Soap stared at him, eyes wide. 

Ghost shrugged. “Makes sense. Take two wolves and shove them together. Get better fighters.” It was logical. 

Soap went to the bathroom and retched. Ghost followed and rubbed his back gently, not understanding such an extreme reaction. He didn’t understand why Soap let out a sob. Why he cradled his face so gentle and started to promise it wouldn’t happen again. 

“I’m never ever going to let anyone do anything like that again. I promise. I’m going to keep you safe.” 

Ghost frowned and pulled Soap closer. “You don’t have to keep me safe. I’m your guard do-”

Soap kissed him softly and pulled him in closer. Cradled his face and dotted kisses all over his face once he had gotten his fill of Ghost’s lips. “No. You’re not. Not anymore. You’re not anyone’s guard dog. Not anyone’s dog at all.” He was just so upset. 

Ghost picked him up and carried him easily. He made Soap drink some water and decided he didn’t need the reward he was promised. Johnny was a good enough reward. 

“You’re a person. A very good person.” Soap pressed into him. 

“Johnny.” Ghost started, very gently. “Is it bad, if I don’t feel like a person?”

“Not at all. We’ll get there.”

“What if I never feel like a person? What if I always feel like an animal? What if I can’t be what you’re expecting?”

Soap paused, having to actually think about that. It was a fair question. If he denied it was a possibility, it could be stressful. And regardless of what recovery would look like for Ghost, he needed reassurance now. 

“I’ll still care for you regardless.”

“You own me then. That makes sense. Why isn’t that… good enough?”

Soap tried to think of how to impress upon Ghost that wasn’t… right. It wasn’t okay. “Okay. Remember when you said you own me and I own you?”

Ghost nodded.

“See, we’re… partners. It’s now ownership, just, I care about you and you care about me.” 

Something about that bothered him. “But… I want to own you. I don’t want anyone else to.” 

Soap blushed brightly. “What exactly do you want no one else to do?”

“Touch you. I don’t want to share anymore. I want you to be mine.” 

“Well, then we can arrange that. It’s part of being partners.” 

That seemed to satisfy something in Ghost. “Fine. If you prefer we act as partners instead, we can. But I really don’t think you should trust me as easily. I’m violent. Bad. Feral.”

Soap shook his head. “One day, I’ll get those nasty thoughts out of your head. Until then, just know I do trust you though. And that we should eat.” 

Ghost quickly went to check on the food, happy to see that before Soap ran off to the bathroom, he had turned it off. He watched Soap, making sure he ate first and then he dragged him to bed and let himself be cuddled to sleep. 

Soap though did not sleep. As soon as he was convinced Ghost wouldn’t snap back awake, he went to the balcony and called Price, lighting a cigarette. He spilled everything and even over the phone, he could feel Price’s distaste. 

“How did you find this out?”

“He’s shockingly open about it. I don’t think he quite gets how awful all of it is. He’s so secretive about certain things but with this, he’s an open book. Is there a way to find out if…”

“There were a couple of children according to their records, but obviously no fathers were put down. I’ll check into it. Did he give you anything we can use?”

Soap sighed. “No. Nothing we can use. I’m sorry, I’m just trying to treat him with kid gloves.”

“It’s understandable, Johnny. Take care of yourself here. He hasn’t done anything, has he?”

Soap felt the wound on his shoulder throb. “No. He hasn’t done anything.”

[j-hauke]

So I tried to write a chat fic for cod, I'm not a very good writer so I gave up but I thought maybe someone would think it was funny so here you all go have fun with this mess (let me know if the Spanish is right, I had to use google translate)

Soap created a group chat Added Ghost, added Price, added Gaz, added Alejandro, added Rudy, added Laswell, added Graves, added König

Soap: how come penguins can be gay but cows can’t be lesbian?

Ghost: what the fuck

Price: did you create a group chat just for this?

Gaz: I set the microwave on fire

Laswell: YOU DID WHAT!?

Rudy: how?

Gaz: I wanted ice cream but it was frozen so I warmed up the spoon

Graves: dumbass

Alejandro: cállate gilipollas puñaladas por la espalda!

Graves: I don’t speak Taco Bell

Alejandro: TACO BELL!??!

Rudy: calm down

König: what is happening

Soap: beautiful chaos

Price: cut it out

Gaz: yes dad

Price: I’m not your father

Soap: already know your lines

Rudy: Hermano, are you ok?

König: I’m not

Ghost: we know

Soap: I’m good

Soap changed Rudy to mother hen

Mother hen: I’ll accept it

Laswell: get back to work boys and Kyle we are going to have a talk later

Ghost: who ate my soup

Ghost: smart you knew I’d never forgive you

Price: it’s 2 am why are you eating soup

Ghost: someone ate my soup, I’ll find them and kill them

Soap: I’ll buy you more just go to bed

Ghost: it was you wasn’t it

Soap: unless it’s chicken noodle I’m not touching it

Price: bed both of you

Soap changed price to Daddy

Daddy: no

Ghost: fits

Gaz: some people are trying to get their beauty rest

Soap: you need it

Laswell: bed

Soap: alright alright going to bed

Graves: one time in a dream I dreamed that I was gay

Alejandro: you like fingers in your ass

Mother hen: so do you

Gaz: L

Soap: buncha hoes

Laswell: keep it tactical boys

Daddy: I’m the backbone of this household

Laswell: you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair

König: What is an eclair?

Soap: frozen dessert thing, it’s French I think

Graves: it’s a bread thing filled with custard with a frosting on top

König: I’ve never had one

Mother hen: I’ll look for them next time I’m at the store

Gaz: I’m so good looking

Soap: hello 999, this bitch is on fire

Alejandro: damn there was no reason to kill him

Ghost: he’s not wrong

Daddy: behave

Soap: sorry dad

Gaz added Alex

Alex: hi

Daddy: hey Alex

Alex: wtf

Gaz: it’s price

Alex: that’s even more concerning

Daddy: soap changed it and I’ve no idea how to change it

Ghost: it doesn’t need to be changed

Alex changed soap to lil shit

Lil shit: hey!

Gaz: he’s not wrong

Daddy: what happened

Alex: HE SET MY MUSTACHE ON FIRE

Lil shit: it was funny!

Daddy: soap

Lil shit: I can feel your disappointment

Daddy: room now and no explosions for a month

Lil shit: but what about on a mission

Ghost: I’ll do it

[ask-ikevamp-faust]

Faust!!! You speaking spanish really surprised me! I'm really happy when I discover sides like this from you! You for sure have a great person as a teacher taking good care of you and I really don't expect less from someone as smart as you. That was very very sweet, thank you! 🩷 Still, I'm trying my best to write in english to make things comfortable.

I've been really tired this days but reading your words the other day gimme such a energy boost! I was less tired in a instant! It really put me in such high spirits even if everything feels so awful lately.

I'm working the most dreadful job ever, I wish I could do everything but what I'm doing right now. I wish I was doing something more trivial like cleaning houses, everything to escape, I could be cleaning the castle where you live, I wonder how much the wrinkle old bat would pay for dusting off the whole place (haha).

Such delusions I have. I do respect people who do domestic labor, they deserve more recognition and to be payed more!

I think a lot of my bitterness comes from me spending already 10-12 hours in the office, so I really have very limited time between the week for myself. When I take my time to write back to people, I'm giving them part of the little time I have. I think how every person's time is precious.

I think a lot about this woman that I really like who talks a lot about otome games and I really like how she always takes her time to reply to every single person who leaves a comment or ask a question and she says is because if someone is taking their time and effort to leave some words, the least she can do is doing the same.

TBH I did over did the other day at work and stayed very late, but just because I wanted to have some peace of mind today and I leave work early. I had to take a bath because everyone was sweaty and stinky in the bus I took and It was packed so I was feeling pretty gross. Right now I'm just writing before going to bed.

There was a beautiful white full moon while walking at home the other day and today there was a golden moon slowly rinsing to the sky.

Really considering making a "faustian bargain" just so you're here with me (doesn't sound that crazy if I look for a way) I would love to have a date, either to walk at the beach or a tour in your secret lab with the corpses you have there, both sound absolutely delightful to me ✨

I think is very sweet you're taking word from your admi to tone it down, but I do think one of the things I love about you is the extremes of your personality, I think it makes a perfect balance of you, you can be very rough and harsh and yet very soft and kind. I think there were already some times in past replies when I was the gremlin to you and you were trying to be annoying but I expect as much of you.

Sleeping is also very unpleasant to me lately, I wish at least one sweet dream of you and less nightmares at night, I don't know what I have to do to channel those positive ideas. I really wish you a very cosy oversleeping to you ☺️ I just wanted to write back as soon as posible 🩷

– @crowmero

Don’t praise my admin. It's undeserved, I had to find resources on my own. She claims it’s unfair if any of us in the castle speak her second language since the rest of us speak languages she doesn’t understand. You may continue to write in English or switch between both languages, I’m fine either way. If it serves as good English practice for you then who am I to deprive you of it.

I doubt Vlad would pay at all when the overly devoted Charles is here doing everything. Try convincing Charles to work less around here, maybe you’ll open an opportunity for yourself. Of course if the castle is too big, you can always become my employee; my lab always needs to be cleaned. 

If you don't mind sharing, why did you choose your current job and what’s keeping you there? If it’s causing you so much distress you should find something else. It could potentially harm your overall well-being in the long run if you continue putting such stress on yourself. 

It’s good to see that there are still people in this time who reciprocate and show appreciation for people’s time, like this woman you mentioned. I agree with this sentiment, time is precious. That may sound odd coming from a vampire but in my line of work, I’ve seen many people run out of time for several reasons. Life and time are extremely precious.

Mmmm, it’s difficult to punish you for staying extra at work when you leave early the next day. I suppose your decision deserves praise.

Is that truly what you desire? To spend time with me… Hmm I’ll have to add kidnapping you on my list, right next to my grave digging.

Excellent, this means my admin can’t try to scold me for being a “gremlin”. Now then, don’t be shocked if you receive the extremes of my personality from now on. And yes, I recall our other replies, such fun banter. I expect more of it from you, don’t disappoint me.

You’re strange, most people would consider it a nightmare if I appeared in their dreams. However, if you're seriously trying, they say that if you think about something before falling asleep, you’ll dream about whatever you were thinking about. Try thinking about me before sleeping, find pictures of me as well if it helps with immersion. I’d like to know if this method works, so make sure you share the results of this experiment with me.

By the way, @crowmero there's no need to reply to me as soon as possible. I'm not going anywhere, I'm always here; even at the most random hours because my sleep schedule does not exist.

[asher-agere]

may i please request fyodor with his adopted daughter (from another culture) who regresses very tiny or has vent regression? So sorry for this ik its kinda embarrassing.

if its too much im asking for feel free to simplify it to just fyodor with a daughter, also feel free to ignore the request if needed, i understand its kinda specific.

Thank you for your time T_T

I can absolutely do that! No task is too difficult for me to write! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ I also saw your other request and that’s a smart suggestion! I’ll keep it in mind for if you do future requests hehe, but I wanna write for all these amazing requests! No matter how specific!

Caregiver Fyodor + Adopted Foreign Vent Regressor Daughter

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✮ Fyodor would hate seeing his little one upset. He wants to be in control of everything, if he can’t control whatever’s upsetting his little one then he’s not pleased. So he’ll control everything he can! He’ll keep his daughter in a comfortable environment, bringing her everything she needs. Blankets, stuffed animals, snacks, soothing lights, music, anything that could possibly be needed!

✮ Fyodor would never want to leave his little one alone. I’ve said before that I don’t think he’d be strong enough to pick someone up, he’d hate that fact as he watches his baby crying. However he’ll always try to coax her into leaning against him! Leaning on his shoulder, laying in his lap, any way that he can comfort her, he wants to do it!

✮ Vent regression can be scary, but he does everything in his power to make it comfortable for her! He’ll locks the doors to wherever they are to show her it’s just them, no one else can bother them, but they can unlock the door if they need out of course! He’ll just try to eliminate all stress factors he can to keep his baby comfortable and safe

✮ Vent regression can be a lot of crying, but he doesn’t mind! He’ll rub his daughters back as she sobs, then as she eventually calms down he’ll gently coax her into drinking some water! He doesn’t want her getting dehydrated from all the crying. Likewise I think if they know she’ll be dropping soon he tries getting her to drink water beforehand, they know crying will be coming. But they don’t always get a chance to do that part, and that’s ok!

✮ I think Fyodor would try learning her native language! (Only if she knows it of course). Fyodor is not good at learning languages, but he still puts in the effort! Especially if it’s for his darling daughter. He’ll use pet names native to her language and try learning some common phrases and questions! If someone is in a state of panic it can be nice to revert back to the language they’re the most comfortable with! (Coming from someone trying to learn Spanish. If I get anxious I can’t think anymore ｡°(°.��ᯅ◝°)°｡)

✮ Likewise I think he’d also try teaching his daughter Russian! If someone is panicking, sometimes a distraction can be the best bet! He’ll calmly say a word in Russian and wait for her to speak it back in their common language! Not thinking about anything to do with what’s stressing her out. Or he’ll say a word and have her point to it! He’s adaptable to a non-verbal baby!

✮ I think Fyodor would try incorporating his daughter’s culture as much as possible! The familiar is comfortable, and he wants her to be comfortable! He’ll try to make snacks based on the culture, perhaps even prepare juice or milk differently. He doesn’t care if there’s a juice that’s super hard to find and really expensive, he’ll buy it! He’ll try decorating the safe room based on the culture, but plushies based on it. Everything in his power! The baby must be comfy!

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That’s all for my thoughts hehe. This was fun to write! My caregiver is actually from a different culture than I am so I was able to project a bit into this! Though I prefer my caregivers culture over my own, so I didn’t project that part hehe. I hope I’ve proved that no request is too specific! So keep them coming!

[superluigiglitchy]

8!Desti talking about Avatar!Meggy: I'm proud to identify as morosexual. I'm attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. A girl asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing her under the moonlight

Avatar!Meggy: what kind of animal is the pink panther

8!Desti, already taking off her clothes: Meggy you're so fucking stupid

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Acht/DJ Dedf1sh: seriously, what do ya see in that woman?

8!Desti: she makes me laugh

-

Mario: Meggy, I am nothing if not a man of principle.

Mario: Now let’s break into this apartment.

-

*Michigan and Tari are on an adventure and a plan to take back and artifact that was taken from the duo went horribly wrong and now they're running*

Tari: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?!?

Michigan: Probably because I'm a dangerous narcissist with a long history of violence.

Tari:

Tari: oh-

Michigan: I don't understand why you keep forgetting that.

-

(nintendo!mario/og!mario is the canon mario with in the franchise and who smg4!mario was before being dumbed down by the gaurdian pod, just to clear smth up)

Nintendo!Mario: Damn, the power went out.

Avatar!Meggy: Don’t worry, I got this.

Avatar!Meggy: *cracks neck despite not having bones*

Nintendo!Mario: What-?

Avatar!Meggy: *starts to glow like those luminescent squids* I drank glowstick juice :3

Nintendo!Mario: *on the verge of tears* WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT-

-

Triple Dose!Meggy: I hate when people ask me, 'What did you do today?' Buddy listen, I woke up at noon and then it was five p.m., okay? I don't KNOW!

-

Michigan: Do I sound smart, or am I smart?

Saiko: You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest.

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Triple Dose!Meggy: There are some things beyond our understanding. We must accept them and learn from them. Because these moments of crisis are also potential moments of faith. A time, when we either come together or fall apart. Nature always has a way of balancing itself. The only question is, what part will we play?

Paige: *concerned* Did you just make that up?

Triple Dose!Meggy: No. I read it in a fortune cookie once.

Paige:

Triple Dose!Meggy: A really long fortune cookie.

-

Michigan: Sometimes I like to call people by the wrong name to show them I don’t care about them.

Bob: That’s brilliant.

Michigan: Thank you, Jeff.

-

Michigan: You’re alive.

Bob: No need to sound so disappointed.

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Avatar!Meggy: Thanks for opening my message and not responding.

OG!Mario: *smug as hell* All good bro, any time.

Avatar!Meggy: Fuck you

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8!Desti: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Avatar!Meggy: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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Avatar!Meggy: Bro-

8!Desti: No, no, hold up, rewind.

8!Desti: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

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Avatar!Meggy: We have a problem.

8!Desti: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

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Avatar!Meggy: *Laughs* Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing—

8!Desti: We’re married.

Avatar!Meggy: Still

-

8!Desti: Know why I called you in here?

Avatar!Meggy: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

8!Desti: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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Avatar!Meggy: Cause your pretty and your smart, and your ignoring me so your obviously my type.

8!Desti, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying?

Avatar!Meggy: Perfect.

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Avatar!Meggy: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

8!Desti: Aren't you forgetting something?

Avatar!Meggy: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Desti's forehead before running out.*

8!Desti: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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Avatar!Meggy, an hkur after she and Desti got together: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Desti is? Because Desti is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

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Avatar!Meggy: That's ridiculous, Desti doesn't have a crush on me.

Og!Mario: Yes they do.

Og!Luigi: Yes they do.

8!Desti: Yes I do.

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8!Desti: Look, last night was a mistake.

Avatar!Meggy: A sexy mistake.

8!Desti: No, just a regular mistake.

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8!Desti: Meggy, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Avatar!Meggy, naked in 8!Desti's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

8!Desti, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

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Avatar!Meggy: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

8!Desti: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

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Avatar!Meggy: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

8!Desti: You always act stupid.

8!Desti:

8!Desti: Wait...

[moku-and-his-madness]

First few pages of Ghost Stories (by me) is Out!!! Enjoy!!!

!heads-up! i put any other language in red for it to be easier to read, the story basically self explains the sentence and translates it for you so need to worry about language!!!

Languages Contained: Spanish, Portuguese. (more but we'll have to see how the story progresses)

GHOST STORIES

                                               By  Unt1t3d

                    Position for Hire: “J”

I don't like offices. I don’t know if it's because they mean that something uncomfortable is being discussed or that I didn’t organize anything myself, knowing that contents are probably where they don’t belong. This tossed here, That cast aside there. But this office I hated the most. Not only was I uncomfortable, I was being pestered about “How I felt” and, “What I should do to get on a healthier path in life”. I’ve never liked the ‘this is a safe space’ shit they rant. 

I didn’t need to get healthier mentally, I needed to get better physically. I needed money. “Justice, are you alright?” The Therapist was nagging me, I noticed. “Huh? Oh, Yeah. I agree.” I spaced off a lot so I just pretended I knew what anyone was saying in a conversation. “ I was just saying that you should get your work papers in order. I think a job might be just what you need to get yourself in the right headspace.” She said like she was talking to a toddler, writing notes on her notepad. Wow, I’m touched, she’s concerned. Aren't they all? I’ve had enough of the sympathetic 'Are you alright?’s Honestly, a ‘you're a crazy mother fucker’ once in a while is perfectly fine to balance out the chaos.

“So is your medication working? Do you still see…them?” She's talking about the shadowy friends of mine! Yeah, I still fucking see them even though you have me on enough meds to call me a drugaddict! In fact, I saw one on Tuesday, SUSAN. I’ve always been able to see them, even when I was younger, and they blamed it on a very rare, very young case of dementia. But these…things, aren't just figments of my imagination. They have minds of their own, taunting me all the time. It's the reason he’s gone. 

“Yeah, I haven’t seen them in a while.” I say with a smile, so that she won’t prescribe me another pill. “Don’t we end in a few?” I say to hurry her along. She taps her skull, as if she’s just now remembering I have a life. “Oh, you’re right! Then we’ll pick this up next week.” Ew, I didn’t want to pick this up again next week. “Um, I’m going to get my papers organized, remember? I’m getting that job. So, if I just notify you, I don’t think meetings will be necessary as of right now.” I say impatiently with a weak smile, tapping my foot at godspeed. Man, she’s slow on the update. Maybe if She's smart enough she’ll realize what I’m trying to say. 

She gathers her things, clearly not in her right headspace as she throws it all recklessly in a tote bag. My OCD impulses twitch. “Oh, wow. Yeah, that is right! You have a way better memory than me!” she said over-enthusiastically. No wonder she was alway re-scheduling. “I suppose that’s alright, but if you're ever stressed, or need someone to talk to, call my number.” She said with a deeply concerned look. To be truthful, I lost her Number, but that’s just between you and me. “Yep. In fact, I’ll have you on speed-dial, just in case.” I tell her, my enthusiasm weak and my social battery draining fast. “Okay! You have a good rest of your day then!” She says with a cheery smile. Right, like hell I will.

  Yup. Sure will. Time to go home to Mamá and step-daddy and scrub the house clean, and cower away from David’s leather belt. I hate to be brutally honest like I always am, but they’re half the reason I’m in debt for these damn medical bills. I walk down the long flight of stairs and out of the building. Ugh, finally, I’m free.

                                                -X-

I hung my keys and walked into the kitchen and shouted, “I’M HOME!”.  No response, of course. I opened the door to my room and took a deep breath. Now I’m home. I closed the door because, privacy ya’ know? I hung my messenger bag on a decorative rung I had 3-d printed in sophomore year of Computer Design. I glanced at my neat wall of vinyl records with bands like “Nirvana” and “Los Campesinos”, right next to the picture of me smiling with my father. On my desk was a stack of books, things I was borrowing but now belong to me, a cup of pencils, and my PC setup I made myself, stickers plastering the frame.

I flopped on my bed, tired as hell. I pulled out my phone and selected a playlist, closing my eyes and drifting in and out of sleep. I dream of the shadows and VHS tapes changing and a loud static in my head. Everything is so unilluminated, and I’m scared, frightened out of my wit at whatever could come out of the wispy darkness. “Jay '' someone says. I look in the darkness, trying to detect where the voice is ringing from. “Jay” I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jolt awake and rub my eyes. When my vision focuses, my mom is standing in the middle of my room, cigarette in hand. “You were screamin’ again. Did you take your damn pills?” No, I hadn’t. I was supposed to take them even if I took a two minute nap. Or else I screamed like a madman.

“David isn’t coming home tonight.” She said, taking a drag of the cancer creator. “ ‘Work’?” I say, not looking at her. She breathes out. “Yeah, ‘work’. I figured you could use the stove tonight then.” She takes one last look at my room and walks out, her shirt askew across her small curved shoulders. She’s not the same anymore. After my dad died in that plane crash, she’s been doing all the wrong things with all the wrong people. I don’t understand why she would want to be in a relationship with that abusive fuck ‘David’ or whatever anyway. 

But she still does little things like this, letting me know if and when David’s going to be home, and letting me use the stove to make my empanadas and arroz Rojo or ‘foreign food’ as David calls it. He doesn’t let me cook because it’s too ‘spicy’ for him. 

I pull out all my spices and ingredients, ‘Summerland’ by Half Alive still playing in my ears. I’m in the zone, everything how I want it. Cooking the arroz and frying the meat and sauce for empanadas, carefully avoiding the paper cuts on my hands when dicing the jalapeno and cilantro. In the midst of cooking, I decide to make dessert, having a hard time picking either Tres Leches or Concha Bread. I would ask Mamá, but she was half asleep on the tattered La-Z-Boy in the parlor. So I just decide based on what we have the most.  A few hours later, mom wakes up, the smell of authentic Mexican food calling her. “Gracias por la comida hijo.” She says, eyes only half open. “De nada mami.” Spanish is another thing David doesn’t like. He can’t understand ‘taco bell’ as he calls it. “Pronto conseguiré un trabajo.” I’m getting a job, I tell Mamá. “¿un trabajo?” she says with no surprise. “¿Sabes cuál?” Do I know which one?  I was so focused on getting out of my meetings for a bit,that I hadn’t actually thought of what I would do. “Quizás algo en informática. Se paga bien.” I told her about my computer science classes and how the area of work paid well. Well enough to finish paying the debt to the bills I owed. 

“¿Cuándo te convertiste en un hombre tan adulto?”  When did I become such a grown man? She looks at me. “uh, el mes pasado mamá.” I had just turned 18 last month on November 7th. I was already an adult, technically. Mamá just looked at me and shook her head. “Ya sabes a qué me refiero, joven.” She said sassily. I laughed, enjoying our little corner of the universe, where we were safe. I brought out the Concha Bread and Mamá’s eyes lit up. “Mi Favorita! ” I smiled at her happiness, “¡Solo para ti! “. Just for you! “Hijo, ¡me estropeas!” You spoil me, She says with a laugh.

We finished dinner, and I tucked Mamá into bed. I piled up the dishes, planning to do them tomorrow, and pulled out my phone to look at available jobs in my area. I pulled up Yelp and look for an IT job. No such luck. I tried Indeed next, again, nada. The hours passed, websites were searched, and still, no IT or Cyber Security jobs in my area. 

I give up and try to find a decent paying job not too far from home.There are some alright ones and then there's the ones that look a little shady. I filter out my results so I don’t wish myself an early funeral. And then I found it, THE GOLDEN JOB!!! The golden job is this thing me and my computer friends would do when we were job hunting. You search for a job, filter it, and whoever had the best job at the end could dare anyone to do anything (within reason of course). One time, my friend Alex won and he got everybody to buy him something from DQ.

But this job seemed too good to be true. Just down town in the suburbs, away from the city, is a fancy estate house. The owners died a few years ago and this little old lady is looking for someone to clean it up for resale, as she is getting on in her years. The pay is good enough to pay for my bills though. All that's left now is to make the call…

  Question Everything: “Wil”

Do you ever get that feeling that you’re constantly being watched? Like eyes are constantly trained on you? As if existing is a cause for concern. “Hey Wil,can you pass me the arroz?” I snap out of my daze, “Huh? Oh sure, Tio.” The house is hectic today, cousins running around and Aunts and Uncles drinking and talking. Nobody in the family liked to be around me and Tio Hector felt bad about that, so he sat with me at all the family meets.

“Ei, você está bem?” Tio says, I smile dancing on his lips. I play along, “Sim, só pensando... e você?” I’m just thinking, what about you? I say this with the same smile playing on my lips. Tio just laughs, “You silly, I’m always fine! Como foi a terapia hoje?” He asks about therapy. He cares but I don’t need therapy. We’re just wasting money we don’t have. “Ah, o mesmo de sempre. Ela apenas traz à tona as mesmas coisas…” Same old, Same old. The lady doesn’t even have a plan for me to get ‘better’. Tio just smiles and says, “Talvez ela esteja louca!”. He bursts out with laughter, making the house feel a little more homely.

Some more family members enter the kitchen, filing up on more drinks and food. I feel so uncomfortable around them, as they do around me. A hate/hate relationship, I guess. Tio sensed my unease and acted as necessary. “Ignore-os, eles estão aqui apenas para ficar bêbados e conseguir babá de graça.” He said they’re alone at the event to get drunk and get free babysitting. He knew this would make me smile, because not only was it funny, it was true. 

I stand and push in my chair. “Vejo você mais tarde, tio. Tenho que ir para casa. Trabalho ocupado para ser feito.” Tio stands, “Trabalhar? OK, te vejo mais tarde. But don’t stress yourself! Or else you’ll end up like Aunt Maria!” He laughs. We hug and I leave, off to drive to my small apartment.

                                                  -X-

I got in and locked the doors and tossed my keys anywhere, I didn’t care at this point, my stuff was already everywhere. Boxes were still piled up from a month or two ago, from when I left the family house and moved out on my own. I toe my way on my cold floors, slowly inching my way to my room. LED lights are strung up, drawings and sketches hung up from AP Art classes. A picture of me and Tio sits on my nightstand. We were at a fair, eating bad funnel cakes and playing games. He won me the very avocado plushie that rests on my bed right now that day.

My laptop rests on my desk, covered in stickers I had designed myself, still open on my DAW program with a music track in queue. I slam it shut, too tired to even think about any actual work. I collapse to the bed. I don’t fall asleep, but just lay there. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with more scars. I lay horizontally, drinking in the late afternoon sunlight, absorbing all the details of my room. It’s kinda like when you’re waiting for something but can only leave at a certain time, so you wait and actually notice all the little things in your life.

A boom rings from upstairs. Ugh, the neighbors. I finally decided that I had rested long enough and had to do something productive. The therapist said something about getting a job or whatever, so that I could ‘get myself in the right headspace’. I already had a job, but it was one my family didn't approve of, and if I mentioned that to the therapist we would have a WHOLE discussion about ‘how that made me feel’ or, ‘what I could do to change their perspective’.

I didn’t have the time for that, and hell, I needed a buck. So, restlessly, I snatch my laptop and open Yelp and Indeed and other numerous job websites and applications. Hours later, you would think I would discover a decent art job! Even a graphics designer looking for an assistant in the heart of New York! But Nada. I gave up a half hour later, deciding to just filter my results for easy, high paying jobs in a calm area (so that way I wasn’t lost in Time Square).

What comes up is some crack-head craigslist kinda shit but some of the jobs are promising. I filter again to get rid of the cuckoo's and 9-5 jobs, settling for something more temp style. This narrows down my search even more, drastically not giving a fuck about my opinion, and only showing one or two results. Eenie Minie Moe later and I found the thing to shut Susan up about the job. A cleaning job, high pay, pick my own hours, AND! When the estate sells I get 2% of the profit sold. It’s this little old lady, selling the home and land of her dead son and daughter-in-law, just wanting to get it in shape before resale. 

I applied for the application and got it sent. I go to the kitchen to eat some trashy dried ramen in a bowl I haven’t washed in a week, and decide what time my body wants to deal with sleep and pain.

                                            -X-

I woke up late that morning, my knees bloodied. Fuck. I tip-toe to the bathroom and get out my huge first aid kit. I disinfect and clean, avoid infection and patch it all up with a huge band aid. I've learned the art of self-aid with my eyes closed and hands tied by now. Fixed, for now.

I checked my phone, surprised to see a notification from the lady with the estate this early. She says my application checks out and that the latest I can start today is 11:30 am. Well, at least I can choose when I leave. I glance at the clock, gauging how much time I get to blow before leaving to find the property. 10:29…okay. Shower, skip breakfast today, and attempt to clean. Like hell I'm gonna clean. It’s just not in my nature anymore.

Flashforward and I’m running to my car to get there on time because my sense of time is horrible. I showered and barely had time to get my boxers on. So, looking like a lunatic, brandishing my disheveled hair and soggy bandaids barely hanging on by a thread, I booked it to my car.

more to come soon!!

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Seeing the new PJO content has me thinking way too hard about growing up. Its crazy because it’s like…. I think that chapter of my life is over? Which is a BIZARRE feeling. It’s all pretty stupid to write out but I’m drinking coffee and staring out the window and don’t have class for another 6 hours so lemme scribble some thoughts.

I read the Percy Jackson books when I was the same age as the characters, and so whenever I look back on those stories I sort of… remember them as peers? I remember how much I related to them and looked up to them. It was the first story that ever told me my ADHD could be a gift, and that it made me just like my heroes. It was so, SO important to me. I JOINED TUMBLR for the PJO fandom! I made camp t-shirts and painted necklace beads! I learned to draw because the fanart inspired me. Those books were such an escape for a lonely kid. The characters grew up right alongside me, and eventually got older than me. So when I picture our trio I still picture people… more competent than me? People I would aspire to be. But seeing that trailer and remembering like… holy fuck they were kids. I was a kid. This is a faithful adaptation because they were TWELVE… where did the time go?

It’s just strange because if you scroll back through my tumblr you’ll find a kid who camped out for the release of HOH. Who saved her allowance for a year to get an autographed copy of the Blood of Olympus. Whose eyes would glaze over in euphoria at the idea of my favorite thing in the world coming to screen. At the idea of a new BOOK!! And from Percy’s perspective?? That girl would’ve exploded. This was HER blog! Push a few buttons and you’ll find her!

So how odd is it that… it’s simply not for me anymore. When I saw that the book was set in Percy’s senior year of high school, I had a tiny flash of disappointment. Obviously I can’t relate to an 18 year old, and I felt myself frowning. “Why isn’t Percy for ME anymore?” I wondered. And I immediately felt silly. The answer is because… I don’t need that world anymore.

They’re not making this show for me. They’re bringing it back for the next generation of kids who need those role models and those stories. When I watched the trailer I thought “oh that’s cool” instead of “oh my god I can’t wait!!” Because it just doesn’t make my brain light up like it used to. I’m never going to relate to it like I once did. Ever. And that’s okay because I’m not that kid anymore! Insane.

It’s not like the series doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. There’s a copy of The Lightning Thief on the bookshelf directly across from me. Its smooshed between The Secret History and a level 4000 Spanish textbook. It’s yellowed with age and shredded around the corners. The first sentence has been underlined repeatedly in smudgy mechanical pencil. There are about a thousand folded pages and the back cover is missing. I don’t remember the last time I opened it, but it’s moved with me for years now and I have no intention of letting it go.

Those stories and that fandom shaped me into the person I am today. I wanted to be brave like Percy and smart like Annabeth. I believed it was possible because I saw myself in them, and it turned out to be true. So while it’s sad to know those days are behind me, I’m so SO glad that other kids will get to have that experience. I hope these stories live on for decades to come.

I don’t really know what the point of writing this was. I think I just wanted to have these thoughts written out somewhere. A sort of acceptance that time goes on and things change, ya know? And to clarify: this is NOT meant to discourage ANYBODY from watching the new series or reading the new book. People should absolutely go back to the things that bring them joy, should discover new worlds to escape to, etc. live your life baby! Hell, I’ll probably end up liking everything PJO related that floats across my dash. Nostalgia is a powerful thing. If you read this entire post I hope you have a great day lmao.