#Drew this because i was insanely bored and actually kinda liked how it came out so. fuck it.
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#Doodle#my doodles#my art#homestuck#vriska#vriska serket#Drew this because i was insanely bored and actually kinda liked how it came out so. fuck it.#apologies for homestuckposting on main once again (i don't have a homestuck blog)#I should make a homestuck blog actually#homestuck fanart#troll#homestuck troll
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Help from the help
Narrator, do you have a thing for these sorts of power dynamics mayhaps? Do you maybe want to get railed by Illumi while you’re his maid? Yes. Yes I do.
cw: I dunno, maids? Illumi being awkward maybe?
In total, you'd seen Illumi Zoldyck maybe five times during your time as a temporary maid for his family. Three times when you'd cleared dinner dishes, once when it had been your turn to clean his wing, so you'd been making his bed and he'd come in and ordered you to not forget to clean his bathroom too, and once when you had been putting a load of laundry into the washer and turned around to find the tall, dark-eyed assassin so close you actually ran into him a bit, he'd apparently come in to try and find out if a piece of clothing had been washed. Aside from those times, you'd hardly seen him. Despite these sparse encounters, you were rather smitten with him almost from the first time.
It wasn't like he was insanely better looking than any other Zoldyck, Kikyo was very pretty, Silva was nowhere near the worst to look at, even Milluki had his charms and wasn't hard on the eyes, but something about the doll-like assassin drew you in more than the rest. Probably the unattainable aspect you mused to yourself one day as you made your way upstairs with a laundry basket full of cleaning supplies, heading to clean said son's wing of the home today. Or maybe I just have a thing for men with long hair, you continued as you went, finding the upstairs cleaning closet and fetching the vacuum as you lost yourself in your thoughts. You were spacing out pretty hard, just mulling over all of what you found attractive about Illumi, entertaining yourself with ranking which Zoldyck you'd date before the rest, stuff like that while you worked, so you didn't notice until you'd turned the corner at the end of the hall leading into Illumi's wing that you had that static-y, fuzzy feeling his aura left you with creeping up your spine.
Confused, you looked around, giving a small yelp when you realized Illumi was damn near leaning over you from behind,
"Uh, s-sir??" you squeaked with wide (e/c) eyes before quickly clearing your throat and speaking again in a more composed voice "is there something I can help you with...master Illumi?" He simply stared at you, straightening at least when he had gotten your attention,
"I was wanting to ask something." He finally explained, walking around you to be in front, which helped you relax a tad bit, as at least now you weren't relying on somewhat intimate senses to gauge where he was,
"Well sir, if this is about some cleaning issue, I wasn't the one to clean your wing yesterday, that was a different maid," you chirped, using your happy demeanor to hopefully hide the filthy places your brain had shot to after his words.
"I know, I ran into the maid yesterday. I'd rather ask this of a woman closer to my age." he said flatly, and if he noticed any giveaways for your lascivious thoughts he didn't acknowledge them as he went on, "you see, father has told me I lack experience with women, and if I'm to find a wife I need to learn. So, would you help me?" he asked, making you blink, your brain temporarily screeching to a halt.
"Uh, I don't see how I could help with that, master Illumi." you pointed out, laughing awkwardly while he looked at you coldly, and you knew you might've offended him,
"(Y/n), I know very well that you are attracted to me, you more than any other maid should realize I have no trouble attracting women." and just like that, the color drained from your face. Your heart felt like someone was trying to squeeze the blood from it while you scrambled to reassure him, the task not made easier under his calculating, unreadable gaze. Finally, after a moment of floundering, you gave up and just went quiet, resigning yourself to the embarrassment of so brutally having your crush called out,
"A-alright, so...what did you need help with?" you asked, your voice somewhat quiet, which seemed to amuse or please the long haired billionaire in front of you,
"I need practice with seducing a woman, and if I am to try, I'd prefer to seduce someone I find attractive. So, I chose you." The words made your breath catch in your throat, but before you could put together the words to ask your next question, or even the power of thought required to register that last part, he spoke again, "No, I am not a virgin, I just don't have a plethora of experience, and my father says that I need more if I'm to get a wife." he explained, and you decided not to push it further or ask about why his father was concerned with the issue,
"Alright, so what do you want me to do to help?" you asked instead,
"I would like for you to let me try to seduce you. You have my permission to tell me if my attempts are off in any way," You nodded, agreeing to help the struggling assassin. After that was settled, he left you alone to continue cleaning. What followed was possibly the most awkward period in your life.
True to his word, Illumi did try his best to try and seduce you over the next two weeks, and true to his word, he did need work at it. Part of you was somewhat charmed at how awkward this intimidating murderer was when it came to trying to flirt, but the rest of you lowkey wanted to be one of his hits rather than hit on for that same reason.
At first, his lines were rather cheesy, stuff that you guessed he heard his parents use or from movies, but as time went it became pretty obvious that the lines weren't exactly the issue, his delivery was.
"y'know, this might work better if you were more...expressive," you advised one day after he'd tried another miss of a pick-up line, and all you really got in response was a slow, owlish blink,
"Expressive? I'm expressive," he argued, but you shook your head, "You have a tendency to sound bored or uninterested when you speak, and it's currently what's making you sound so awkward...sir." you explained, and for a moment he looked a tad lost, but than hummed,
"What should I sound like then?" he finally asked, "Hisoka?"
Your stomach dropped at the thought of Illumi trying to imitate Hisoka's way of flirting. You'd run into the brightly colored magician a few times, mostly whenever he'd stop by to be tortured for interfering with jobs, and you'd been hit on each time by the man. You didn't know if you could survive Illumi being as brash, forward, and creepy as that.
"I wouldn't suggest following his lead, but m-maybe finding a middle ground? L-like, sound more...coy? Flirtatious? But don't sound quite as...aroused, as master Hisoka does." you advised, and Illumi seemed to understand better.
"so, what if I did this," he than walked towards you, backing you to the wall of room you'd been cleaning in his wing and than caging you between his arms before leaning down so your faces were closer together before he spoke in a much more playful, husky voice, "Would you let me bed you now, (y/n)?" and you couldn't even respond. It was like he'd knocked the wind from your lungs in one try, leaving you feeling as if you were going to melt down the wall. Thankfully, Illumi inferred your answer from there and smirked a bit while his hands slid down and than around you, pulling you closer to him so you didn't have the option of sliding downwards anymore.
"I didn't expect it to be so easy to win you over, (y/n). I've only changed one thing and you're already putty." he purred, and all you could muster up was a pretty brainless reply,
"It's a pretty big...change." even in your derpy, hormone-addled state that sounded kinda dumb, but it got you a small laugh from Illumi. After that, the assassin took you by surprise and actually went in for a kiss, though he pulled away when you squeaked,
"What?"
"ah, n-nothing, just didn't expect you to...do that." you squeaked out, your body now fully aware of just how close his was, and of a small spot of pressure.
"I did say I would try to seduce you, that includes getting you to have sex with me." he pointed out, and his return to a disinterested, aloof voice did nothing to stop his words from being gasoline on a bonfire to you. So, when you couldn't form any other arguments, he kissed you again, and this time you were swift to return it.
You wouldn't admit it, but you were a little surprised at just how good of a kisser Illumi was. Yes, he'd said he wasn't a virgin, but after some asking around you'd learned that he at most has has sex 4 times, all for jobs, so you were not expecting his kiss to knock you on your proverbial ass like it did. Though, you were glad to be in one of his side rooms when it did, because the way he dominated your tongue with his, and slid his hand down your back, over your ass and down your thigh to pick up your knee may have gotten a pretty inappropriate noise out of you. So, when he finally broke the kiss to step away in order to strip, you were already panting while following his lead and losing your own clothing.
Once fully disrobed, he wasted no time in scooping you up and pressing you back into the wall with another kiss, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips for support. Then, he set to work on getting more moans out of you. He started with pressing his body to yours, and you rewarded him with a mewl and a hip wiggle when you felt his swiftly stiffening member against your stomach, you also gasped and moaned when his lips moved from yours and down your throat, zeroing in on your sweet spot within seconds and nipping and sucking at it until you were sure to bruise. After that, you were already soaked enough for him, but he kept going, keeping you up with one hand on your ass, using the other to rub your clit and send shockwaves of pleasure through you so powerful you curse and arched your back.
"it's been a while since you've gotten off, hasn't it?" He asked, using that playful purr you'd later curse yourself for teaching him to use, but for now you just nodded. It really had been a long while since you'd had sex, if at all, but either way the way he played your body like an instrument had all other times currently beaten.
That decision was set in stone when you felt him leave your clit for a moment to slip a finger inside of your already soaked cunt, giving a few testing thrusts just to make you moan again, then he pulled his hand away and instead grabbed onto your hips to lift you up more, which earned a squeal when your hips pressed more against his member on the way up. He quieted you down briefly with another kiss while your veins coursed with lightning and he lined himself up with your entrance. He pulled away just as he pushed into you, wanting to hear you whine his name as he filled you up. Once you were full, he began to move, briefly setting a slow pace, but once you were moaning more he was quick to get rougher.
Pretty soon you were a mess of moans and curses, clawing into his shoulders a bit, which got you pretty mercilessly rammed into as punishment, but the pain only seemed to further feed your lust at this point, along with Illumi sprinkling in hungry kisses while he slammed his dick into you repeatedly. Though, he made sure to use one hand to hold your hips in place while the other was in your (h/l), (h/c) hair to keep you from moving up the wall or turning your head to avoid his demands for kisses.
In a short time you could feel a knot in your stomach tighten, your orgasm quickly approaching. So, with one final cry of his name, you let yourself fall over the edge, Illumi soon following after. Though, part of you was a bit sad that he pulled out to spill his seed onto your stomach and not fill you up with the warm fluid, but you kept your complaints to a small whine, which earned you a look that you gauged as intrigued.
"Did you want me to come inside?" he asked, and while his voice was back to being flat, and notedly not changed by the activity he just partook in or the fact that he was holding you up, you could hear the hint of maybe surprise in it.
"A little..." you admitted with an embarrassed, breathy laugh before trying to unwrap your legs from around him so you could get dressed, but he moved his hand from your hair to your thigh, keeping it in place,
"Well than, I'll have to fix my error."
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mephistopheles love post
the equivalent of a mental breakdown tangent is all going under a read more
yes believe it or not that freaky ass literally not even human clown in fgo gets love, and love from who? me and like 3 other people
first off
ok and with that out of the way,
i’m not even familiar with their lore. Reason why i stopped caring about the lore behind faust and mephistopheles is that an interlude happens that shows that mephistopheles is just some homunculi made by some mage nobody named faust. and even then the interlude doesn’t talk about the lore behind the novel, its just you helping mephy kill faust
that being said though i would hope the developers expand on their origins more and potentially even release a “true” mephistopheles (a girl can dream)
So, they’re not even the real deal demon known as Mephistopheles in the first place, and i can hear u going “well that’s lame” and like, no, we just need to redirect our feelings from appreciating a demon to appreciating a homunculi who has a weird characterization in the fate universe
Design tangent:
Fgo was actually my first gacha, and so when I came across this servant I kinda instantly fell in love with their design, I love the colors used in their final ascension and overall appearance. The hat that has horns but they're not quite horns, theyre these weird colorful pointy twisty things, the large garish butterfly ornament on their chest (which isnt ugly at all and somehow works so well with their everything on them) is cool, the tights are so cool to look at, i mean look -- a checkered pattern with golden lining on the shorts portion, the tits out look like yes we get it youre insane, the gloves??? purple and also cool, plus theyve got this gradient thing going on? and the fingers have this line going through them, thats so cool. actually the only other servant that comes close to this in terms of “out there” colorful designs is probably final ascension kama and qsh ( i love them both). Also, mephy has this scissor weapon?? thats so cool lol i dont see any other servant wielding giant scissors (for the love of god give mephy an animation update i need to see them use the scissors while doing flips) and they also have this bomb obsession going on? cant relate, but the bombs designs are so so cool i mean its a fucking centipede -- no idea if centipedes are a thing in the original faust but thats something Ill have to look up at some point. ALSO mephy is wearing heels oh my god anytime people wear heels is an automatic win. No clue whats going on with the hair but its kinda cute (dont question me on that) and it has curls and the hair colors are cool i mean its like a lavender thing with darker purple highlights? i love colorful things and i love people with wacky personalities so. Oh my god their tail how could i forget that its so cute and dumb i almost forgot it was there, like what is that even a whip? i dont.. but its got these little purple tips to them that are kinda cute/cool but more cool because tails are fucking up there alongside heels in terms of cool stuff on characters. and of course their fluffly cape -- again no idea what the designers were going for i mean look its a mess of a design i have no fucking idea what any of it means and i hope they explain it someday because that hair and the butterfly and the tail and the hat and the fluffy garb and a bomb obsession?? and this got the go ahead - yeah lets add that to the game like what
ALSO LETS TALK ABOUT THEIR EYES
appreciate these with me for a second
god.
oh and the blue lipstick and face paint god thats a cool design ugh
they can be normal too or at least as normal as possible i mean they even trimmed their eyebrow here lol but you can see the not so well hidden insanity/goofiness peaking through with the inside of the suit at the bottom being highlighter purple and a green shirt with gold accents underneath the black coat at the front <3, fuckin hate that hairstyle tho bro we gotta get that middle part hairstyle outta hereeeee--
TAKE A DETOUR AND LOOK AT THIS LINK THOUGH THIS IS THE MOST NORMAL AND BEST IVE SEEN THEM IN FANART. THE POTENTIAL IS THERE. WE CAN HAVE NICE THINGS AND THEY LOOK GREAT ITS POSSIBLE. I HAVE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE FROM THAT DRAWING.
anyways this is me going off all about why i like their design! but we haven’t even touched the nitty gritty of it all. their personality! what personality you may ask? havent they always been some weirdo laughing a lot and saying dumb shit all the time? well yes and no
Characterization:
True to their dumb little clown design mephy also acts like one.
Some servants bond 1 lines are like “fuck off” and some actually talk to you, nah this bastard mephistopheles’ just laughing. and for the second bond line it seems to imply theyre fuckin with you more (showing up and dissapearing and saying ‘afterimage’) so thats nice that theyre actually making some effort to mess with you in a way? some servants take a long time to actually interact with you so this shows theyre not afraid of interacting with you and thats just at bond 2. and of course the third bond line implies they were probably trying to betray you, its stated in more than 1 place that mephistopheles (actually isnt this a caster class thing?) will betray you or attempt to do so. So the third bond line seems to imply that their attempts have been stopped by you and that’s what they say after some failed attempts. So after stopping this freak from doing some shit their next bond line is actually doing a confession! a jester being honest who couldve seen that one coming but theyre 100% not lying, they really arent a demon but a homunculi made by faust
speaking of faust we’re going to backtrack a little into their interlude that i brought up at the start of this post, its one of those dream interludes and it starts with mephy asking you to help him plant bombs for their eventual reuinion/showdown with faust -- in the meantime faust keeps sending golems in an attempt to kill both you and mephy
When you track faust down, it’s shown that faust was your typical mage, inhumane and uncaring. It’s also pointed out that this faust killed innocents, but this typical mage behavior is boring to mephy, and they say that boring typical behavior is why they wanted to kill them
so i really cant blame mephistopheles for being the way they are, being raised by this type of guy, even if mephy was always messed up and wacky from the beginning its no reason for faust to attempt to kill him.
Mephistopheles also shows up in salem, cu alter’s interlude, and of course the knk crossover event, and some other things im most likely forgetting but those 3 are ones that i find notable
anytime they show up theyre actually helpful, in salem mephy points out that the nature of the being responsible for the salem epic of remnant is something alien rather than a typical foreign god, mephy also tells you that time is also being sped up and in their weird way they try to cheer you up by spouting some nonsense at the beginning (guda needed some kind of distraction from the grim events that had just transpired at that point in the story), i cant quite remember what mephy did in the knk event but they were a part of your group and were helpful the whole time, actually @/zeravmeta does an amazing analysis of their role in the knk event as well as some extra character analysis here
mephistopheles is kinda cryptic in a weird way though,
like overall i mean theyre a jester homunculi in appearance so yeah its to be expected but come on i love morally gray characters, despite their supposed betrayal hints scattered around here and there
they have this one line that always gets to me
and this line is said with a completely serious face too
the rare serious mephistopheles face! its kinda grim to see that line, no laughs, no nothing, their voice is kinda serious and monotone too. of course this could be just to get you to lower your guard but its still kinda out there that they have this rarely used portrait and that line, so i like to take it as being said to you when youre by yourself and with sincerity
and at least sei (with her wacky outfit and all lol) seems to get along with mephy and thinks theyre nice woohoo
so at the end of the day you have this guy that laughs a lot and gives mixed signals
and they fuck with you
and will most likely try to kill you more than once but hey thats just another tuesday at chaldea
Before I finish last thing I want to point out is this snippet from the fgo source material book which provides more information on servants, and this specific translated bit under mephistopheles
at the core of it all this homunculi....can be your friend! you just need to not go into despair i guess
of course this entire post is an overanalysis into an underwritten character, quarantine + all online college classes have done this to me, i have a douman icon what did you expect
OH...BEFORE I REALLY SIGN OFF AND FINISH THE POST HEY CLOWN LOVERS CHECK OUT THESE FANARTS AND FANARTISTS...
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i cant believe they drew mephy
twice !
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#mephistopheles#fgo#i just go off on the various things i like about this clown#a whole lot lol#this started bc someone asked about my thoughts on mephistopheles well..
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The Troubles Are Lurking in Queens - Pt.2
Of Not So Funny Billionaires and Terrified Husbands
Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader Word count: 2960
Type: Two-shot, reader insert
Summary: When an arrogant lawyer demands his paperwork right now or better yet this very moment, you’re a good wife to Matt and decide to deliver the documents yourself – for your husband’s mental health sake (and for the sake of the meeting he’s running to).
The catch is the said lawyer has his office in Queens – and whoever said Hell’s Kitchen was the least safe place in NYC was clearly lying. Also, Tony Stark is... Tony Stark.
Warnings: swearing, mention of attempted assault, mention of past torture, some blood, Tony being a jerk
Part 1
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Spiderman apparently didn’t take no for an answer.
The office wasn’t on the way, but Spiderman delivered the papers anyway; you thought Davidson’s secretary’s face was priceless at least as Spiderman with a woman in his arms knocked on the window of her office, but anyway. Your way included a lot of not exactly secure flying around in the vigilante’s thin and somehow strong arms (enhanced strength?), only holding onto buildings via some sort of a web fibre and it was a fucking wonder you hadn’t either ended up smashed on a side of some building or hadn’t puked by the time you magically landed on the roof of the Avengers Tower.
Also, you were pretty sure some of your blood had rained down on someone and it was an awful idea you couldn’t shake off.
You were clutching your chest trying to catch your breath as the kid let go of you slowly, gentlemanly making sure you wouldn’t faint. Well. Now he was concerned about that?
“Welcome, sweetheart!” Stark’s voice sounded behind you as the billionaire walked in your direction with his arms wide open.
You on the other hand looked at him murderously. Was this really necessary?
“You know Mr. Stark?” the kid asked in awe.
You swallowed the ‘unfortunately’ line and pressed your lips together.
“Tony. What a wonderful surprise. How are you these days?” you wondered with a fake smile and he grinned wider, enveloping you in a hug. You didn’t reciprocate the gesture too happily, but you… tried.
“On a first name basis with Mr. Stark and hugging him? Holy hell!”
You rolled her eyes and spent a precious second thinking what the kid would say to what was coming next. The moment Tony withdrew, you slapped him, because you really needed to slap someone today. Tony was lucky your dominant hand was cut and you used your weaker one.
He tried to set his jaw right as if it really hurt anyway. The Spiderkid fell into shocked silence.
“That’s for using a poor kid for dragging me where I don’t want to go just for your fun or whatever,” you hissed and Tony licked his lips.
“Yeah, okay, I deserved this one.”
“Glad you acknowledge that.”
You tried not to think too hard about that you slapped a man who had once saved your husband’s life. You sighed, coming for another, this time gentler, hug, still wary of not staining his t-shirt with your blood. You probably failed.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding.”
“We were hoping you wouldn’t,” you teased, feeling a bit guilty for a) slapping him and b) being cranky. Tony was a bit of a dick, but a good guy. That was why you had decided to send him an invitation along with the other Avengers, who had saved Matt’s life one of the times he had got over his head and you walked into the Avengers Tower begging for help.
“I bet it was boring without me.”
“Totally,” you laughed, letting go of him.
“So… I understand this is some sort of a reunion, but a) I’m not a kid,” the teenage vigilante defended himself and you bit your cheek to stop yourself from protesting. “And b) shouldn’t her hand be handled? I mean, that’s why I brought her here?”
You smiled at the kid. He was cute. “Yeah, Tony. Shouldn’t my hand be handled?”
It was handled, by doctor Cho, who was usually taking care of bullet wounds, knife-in-liver wounds and stuff like that. She was incredibly nice, especially when you considered the shit she was dealing with.
The doc was just finishing your bandage – you only needed two stiches – when your ringtone cut the air and all four present – you, Doctor Cho, Tony and Spiderman – jumped a little.
“Hand me the phone someone, please?”
“FRIDAY, who’s calling?” Stark called out and you were kinda hoping it was just for show. They wouldn’t know that without looking, right?
“Contact saved as Matt, sir.”
How the fuck the AI could tell that? Also… ah-oh.
“That’s a little boring I was expecting something more original. Sugar-bear. Bumblebee. FRIDAY, put it on speaker.”
You just gaped. How?! And was he serious?
“Oh, and mute her voice.”
“What?!”
“Are you okay?” Matt’s panicked voice demanded from the speakers in the corners of the room and you breathed in to calm his fright – wherever it came from. “Davidson called there was blood on the papers and-“
Oh crap, learning that must have been terrible. Also, you were sure Davidson had been a dick about it as well, probably complaining about dangerous biological material in his office.
“I’m fine, Matt,” you reassured him.
His terrified voice called out your name. “Are you there? Can you hear me?”
You opened your mouth uselessly. Was this for real? Could he really not hear you somehow? What the fuck?! Why would-
“Hey, buddy!” Tony chipped enthusiastically and your blood ran cold. Oh no. No, no, no, no…
Even through the phone, you could hear your husband’s breath hitch. “Who are you? How did you get this phone?”
You could only imagine Matt’s sightless eyes flickering wildly as he was trying to figure out the worst possible bloody scenario.
“I’m-“ you started, but Tony rolled his eyes at your attempts.
“Relax. I’m just having a little fun-“
Spiderman rose to his feet as he apparently wanted to protest too, but Tony shushed him.
“Who are you? What did you do? What do you want?” Matt’s voice changed dangerously, switching to the Daredevil persona and demanding answers. “I swear if you touch one hair on her head, I’m going to tear your limbs off one after another-“
Spiderman shrieked at the cruel threat and the way it was delivered. You gently pushed away Doctor Cho, standing up and making your way to the billionaire with your blood boiling.
“Tony, stop this right now,” you growled, your voice resembling the one speaking through the phone. He was scaring Matt out of his mind. Couldn’t he see that this wasn’t fun?
“Come on! Light up! I’m just gonna-”
“Don’t you dare to hurt her!” Matt thundered and Tony actually jumped at the sound of Matt’s teeth grinding.
“Alright, alright! Jeez, can’t you recognize an old pal? Jesus, DD,” Tony complained and the room was suddenly very quiet.
“Tony, let me to talk to him.”
“Let her talk to him, Mr. Stark,” the kid supported you and you were sure he made some sort of puppy eyes behind his mask.
Matt didn’t react to learning the name of your ‘captor’. Which meant he was probably really pissed or too shocked. Or that Stark somehow blocked his voice too.
“Tony-“ you pressed and he sighed in defeat.
“Yeah, yeah, FRIDAY-“
There was a beep.
“Matt, it’s me. Are you there?” you asked softly, hearing his sharp inhale. “I’m okay-“
“She’s injured-“
“Shut up!” you shouted Tony down, spinning to him with your hand raised in warning. He had already said enough.
“Well, you are,” Spiderkid noted carefully and you gritted your teeth.
“I’m okay, Matt. I’m in the Avengers tower-“
“Medical wing,” Tony supplied helpfully and you grabbed the nearest thing – which happened to be a metal platter – and lashed it his direction. He shielded his face, silent ‘ow’ escaping him as the improvised weapon hit his hands.
“I’m on my way,” Matt exclaimed.
“Wait-“
There was only a dialling tone and you whined. You measured to Tony with fire in your eyes.
“I’m sorry?” he offered, shrugging with his palms up.
“You are such a dick! Complete and utter dick! You scared the shit out of him!” you yelled at the man who wore almost genuinely apologetic expression. But you didn’t care if he was sorry. He almost gave Matt a freaking heart attack! He had no idea what had-- you squatted for the platter, fully intending to use it again as the idiot was in your reach. “You fucker, you dickhead! You careless fuck-up!”
Each of the insults was accompanied by a hit with the platter. No one stopped you. Tony wisely covered his head. You were sure you it hurt as hell anyway, but somehow it didn’t sooth your nerves.
“I’m sorry, okay?”
“The last fucking time someone had my phone and talked to Matt was when I was kidnapped by Wilson. Fucking. Fisk! He threatened to break my spine to paralyse me, you. Selfish. Arrogant. Bastard!”
Fuck, you were crying and your hands were shaking, suddenly feeling too weak.
You let go of the platter, overwhelmed by the memory yourself; the knife cutting through your skin when the huge man hadn’t liked your answers to his questions, his threats, Matt’s terrified voice on the other end of the line-
The clatter of the platter on the floor snapped you back into reality, but the images didn’t disappear. You brought your hands to your mouth to muffle the scream that drew to your lips.
“Madam?” sounded hesitantly behind you and you tried to blink away the freaking tears and chase away the nasty memory, unable to respond to the kid. It’s gone now, it’s in the past, I’m okay, I’m okay, Matt’s okay— just give me a fucking minute dammit. “Madam, can I hug you?”
You burst out laughing at the request; hysterical laugh during an emotionally heavy situation, the first sign of insanity.
“Oh my god. Yeah, yeah, you can, kid.”
The vigilante obediently wrapped his strong but toothpicks-like arms around your shoulders, embracing you tightly yet gently. He avoided applying a pressure against your belly with surprising grace. He didn’t even call you out on the ‘kid’ addressing. You were really starting to like him.
Maybe it was the costume – the armour – but it was kinda soothing. Maybe it was the knowledge he had to deal with Tony too often, so it felt like he was an ally of yours. You leaned into the hug gratefully and he caressed your back.
“You’re good at this,” you mumbled into the strange material of his suit.
“Thanks, madam.”
You chuckled at the addressing and asked him to call you your first name.
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Tony bullied you into a check-up; like the periodical check-up all pregnant women had to attend.
“Tony, I was at doctor’s three days ago-“
“But I upset you and stressed you big time. Don’t you think you should have another examination? Just to be sure?” he pressed, trying to make puppy eyes. Vainly – you had enough training at resisting the puppy eyes master Matt Murdock himself, Tony’s attempts were nothing compared to that.
“Tony, honestly, I just want to get the hell out of here ASAP,” you cooled him down. You were still pissed at him. A lot.
“FRIDAY! Call Doctor Cho back!”
And just like that, the poor doc who had silently disappeared during the fight had to come back and examine you again. With USG and everything. You didn’t have the strength to argue anymore and you didn’t want to make Doctor Cho’s job harder than it already was by working for Tony Stark in the first place.
You didn’t expect anything being wrong – yet, you couldn’t supress the relief washing through your body as the doctor told you both you and your baby were fine.
Also, the check-up filled the time, so you didn’t get the opportunity to pace nervously. You were getting dressed again when Matt’s voice entered the room.
“(Y/N)!” he called out and you wordlessly asked the doctor to get rid of the curtain separating your and the rest of the world. Not that it made a difference to Matt – it did to you.
“Matt, hey!” you greeted him, rising from the bed so he could see you were perfectly healthy. The impression was ruined a bit by your head spinning and the need to support yourself onto the bed, but hey, you tried.
Matt was crossing the distance between you two in rapid pace, his cane folded in his hand, his glasses covering too little of his worried expression.
“What happened? Are you okay? I mean, of course you’re not-“
“I’m okay, Matt,” you assured his softly as he threw the cane away carelessly and enclosed you in a bone-crushing hug. He nuzzled his nose in your hair, breathing in deeply. You kissed the side of his neck. “I’m fine, Matt, I swear.”
“I smell blood,” he protested, wounded by the lie. “When I heard someone else on the phone, I— I-“
You wrapped your arms around him gently, one of your hands interweaving in his hair, stroking comfortingly. He squeezed a little tighter.
“Tony is a dick. I’m so sorry he scared you. And… I’m sorry if Davidson was being an asshole about the papers-“
“Do you really think I care about some arrogant self-important asshole right now?” he asked hoarsely and you sighed, your lips caressing his skin again.
“No. But I’m still sorry.”
“ ‘kay. Noted. God, I’m glad you’re okay, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have let you-“
“Don’t even finish that thought,” you warned him, smacking his back a little. He caressed your lower back in return as an apology for trying to make a guilt trip. You knew he would be still blaming himself even when not saying it out loud, but you could work with that better. And later. In private.
“So… this is the guy who threatened to tear your limbs off, Mr. Stark?” the kid asked slowly and you bit your lip, loosening the hug just slightly in favour to glance his direction over Matt’s shoulder.
Yeah, you could see how this was confusing. After all, Matt was blind and right now looking like a cuddly teddy bear. God, you loved him for how caring and loving he was.
“This is the guy who saved me from getting mugged… potentially shot,” you whispered, feeling Matt’s body going tense at the reminder of the danger you had been in. His hand clutched at your shirt before letting go of you, turning in the direction of the young man’s voice.
“Thank you,” Matt said in earnest, extending his hand for the Spiderkid to shake. The vigilante squeaked, but lost his glove and accepted Matt’s hand.
“You’re— you’re welcome, sir. She… she was a great help actually, it was pleasure to save her, though she almost saved herself on her own-” he babbled nervously and Matt covered the back of kid’s hand with his left palm.
“I’m still grateful. And it’s Matt.”
The younger vigilante let out a surprised sound. “No prob, sir— Matt, sir.” The corners of your lips twitched. “I’m Spiderman. But you probably know that… or not. ‘cause you haven’t seen me in the news— oh god, oh frack, I’m really putting my foot in my mouth-“
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Spiderman. Thank you again for saving my wife’s life.”
The two men finally released each other’s hands and Matt immediately turned back to you as you approached him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your temple lovingly, his thumb stroking your hip.
“So…” Stark started, making you both spun in his direction involuntarily. You couldn’t help but shot him an annoyed and angry look. Matt was significantly better seeing you were okay, but make no mistake, you were still incredibly pissed.
“Mr. Stark-“
“Alright! I’m really sorry, okay? Really, really sorry. It was a dick move!” Tony admitted and you were almost surprised at him acknowledging his mistake so openly. He turned rather to Matt then. “But you don’t need to worry, Murdock, I got her checked up and both of your girls are fine.”
Your heart stopped. Matt froze in the middle of his soothing periodical motions. The room fell into silence. You were afraid to even breathe in.
Did he just… did he-
“Both— both of my girls?” Matt choked out at your side and your slow brain was still processing the information you were just given. Oh my god.
“Yeah, Cho managed to check them up both.”
“Both… my— my-- girls,” Matt stuttered and his posture shifted slightly so he could face you without stopping touching you. “We’re-“
You and Matt had never asked your doctor whether you were having a boy or a girl. You had refused to know when the doctor had offered, because you didn’t want to know before Matt would and then you had talked to Matt, learning he wouldn’t want to know either.
Well.
Hell.
You were… having a girl. You didn’t know which option you had wanted until this moment, you just knew you somehow felt you were having a boy. Apparently, you were wrong.
And it was beautiful. So beautiful you felt tears in your eyes. You were having a girl.
You gulped, reaching out to uncover Matt’s eyes, putting his glasses away before squeezing his hand on you lightly. You raised your face to his; his brown eyes were… shining with gold threads and twinkling with tears just like yours.
You couldn’t let out a single word. It turned out you didn’t have to.
Matt’s free hand reached for your cheek, cupping it tenderly and his lips met yours in a careful light touch. And another one, And one more.
“…they didn’t know the sex and I just told them, didn’t I?” Tony’s voice sounded from an awfully huge distance and you smiled into the kisses you kept receiving, curling your fingers in Matt’s hair, returning his affection.
“I think so, Mr. Stark. I don’t think they mind too much though,” Spiderman hummed, sounding a bit amused and absolutely moved by the scene in front of him.
“Cover your eyes kid, the adults are having a moment.”
“Cover your eyes yourself… this is way better than a movie,” the teenage vigilante mumbled and they all pretended they didn’t hear it. You just secretly decided you adored the kid.
But you could never love the kid more than your own; your own babygirl.
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So… this happened? Somehow? Oh no, I made it fluffy… :D
Thank you for reading!
#marvel#fanfiction#matt murdock#matt murdock imagine#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x you#daredevil#daredevil x you#daredevil x reader#daredevil imagine#peter parker imagine#peter parker#spiderman#spiderman imagine#the troubles are lurking in queens#anika ann
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Imagine: He’s Not You.
Requested by Anon.
Includes: Scott Summers x Reader
Request:
· hear me out, reader is friends with scott summers and he has a big ol crush on them but alex visits and reader thinks he’s cute and scott gets all jealous but fluffy ending with reader and scott getting together
Note: the point of view kinda changes, but it is still my usual style of writing if that makes sense. The ending isn't that good, but what do you expect, I'm not good at endings
There was a flutter in his chest, an undeniable flutter, and it was one that he had grown familiar with. Just the sound of your laugh alone had brought a smile to his face, a smile that he couldn't help but have. It was discreet, at first, he fought hard to keep it hidden, as he worried that someone would have noticed it—or perhaps you would have noticed—but, in the end, he couldn't fight the feelings he had towards you, he couldn't hold them down or suppress the way he felt. It almost seemed criminal to do so at this point. He glanced over at you, taking in the grin on your face, how your eyes were squeezed shut, and how your hands were clutching the material of one of his own jumpers, that he thought he had lost, while you leaned forwards and laughed. God, he would never be tired of hearing you laugh like that, or seeing you like that, in his own clothes nonetheless. It drove him insane, in a good way. However, a lump got caught in this throat when he allowed himself to come back down to earth. There was one problem, and that problem was the fact that Alex was the reason why you were laughing.
Alex had shown up to the mansion, unexpectedly. The weather had been terrible. There had been snowstorms for almost four days, and the snow piled up fast. Roads had closed, cars had been swallowed up in thick heaps of dusty, white, snow, that was slowly melting and freezing until it was nearly impossible to even get to the metal exterior of the vehicles, and businesses had also taken the hit and suffered slightly—unless, of course, people were desperate, or crazy, and braved the weather to stock up on supplies. Scott looked over at his older brother and frowned. Alex was seated in the middle of the cushions on the other sofa, opposite the two of you. His arms had spread across the tops of the back cushions, and his fingertips nearly reached the full length, while he sat slightly slouched, clearly relaxed as he laughed along with you. The ends of Alex's hair still dripped, and the water dropped onto his shoulders and part of the cushions. He had clearly been crazy enough to brave the weather and make his way to the mansion.
Scott forced out his own chuckle, despite not actually hearing what Alex had said, and he leaned forwards to grab the handle of his cup of hot chocolate. He brought the cup up to his lips and paused. His fake laugh had ceased almost immediately as a blank look set on his face. There was no way that he could lose you to Alex, right? He zoned out momentarily, before blinking himself back into the moment where he took a sip and placed his cup back down on the coaster. His zoned-out, worrisome thoughts made him look back at you—jeez, he felt as if he wasn't even there with the two of you, it was as if he was just some sort of ghost invading on some kind of date. Alex had let out a loud laugh again, no doubt still laughing at the same thing—damn, how much time had passed?—Scott looked over at him again, he felt like he was watching a tennis match, and Alex leaned his head back against the cushions. Once more, Scott glanced at you and a faint red blush spread across your cheeks while his chest began to hurt. He wanted to scream.
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As Alex leaned his head back, his loud laugh caused his shoulders to shake. The room had been empty, aside from the three of you, and the only other source of sound came from the crackling wood pieces set in the fireplace as the fire burned, and the heat slowly began to fill the chilled room. A warmth began to spread across your cheeks, only, it wasn't the heat from the fireplace that caused it. It was because Alex had just done the same thing Scott would usually do when he laughed like that. You never really took notice of it before, you just simply accepted it as a 'Scott-like' action, but after seeing Alex do it as well? There was a strange feeling in your stomach and your chest. Alex breathed in deeply as he continued to laugh. Although their laughs were practically exact copies of one another, there was a slight difference. Usually, when Scott laughed, after he had tilted his head back, he would also let out a short snort, setting himself off again in a fit of laughter. It was unapologetically endearing, and you loved remembering every single second of it.
There had been a power cut. The whole mansion went dark. It was around Halloween, so the timing couldn't have been any better. In fact, Scott decided it was a great time to tell ghost stories. You had expected others to show up with him when he knocked on your bedroom door, however, it was only him who walked in. He had made a beeline towards your bed, and, as he sat down and got comfortable, he had one of your fluffy blankets wrapped around his body, even covering the top of his head, his face was the only part of him that you could see in the mound of fluff. You sat opposite him, grabbing another blanket off of your bed to wrap around yourself, in the same way that Scott had done, and you crossed your legs, grinning as he pushed his hand out of the blanket cocoon he made for himself, with a flashlight gripped in his hand, shaking it lightly—it rattled a little as he did, the old torch was barely holding together, but he duct-taped it to be 'good as new', and he wasn't complaining about it, so you didn't either.
"—But when they opened the—"
"Look, I know you're trying to tell me ghost stories, but I can only see your face and, with the way you've cocooned yourself with my blanket, your face just looks like a circle with red sunglasses and I'm trying not to laugh."
Scott lowered the torch from his face and pouted. "You ruined my story."
"I'm sorry, Scott, but I couldn't concentrate on it when all I could see was your face as a circle."
"I'm not a circle!"
"Your face is."
"No, it is not!"
"Go look in my mirror."
Scott huffed and shuffled off your bed. He pointed the light back on his face and looked towards your mirror before he let out a loud laugh, dropping the torch in the process. He bent forwards slightly, turning towards you. His unnaturally loud laugh rose in volume as he stood back up straighter, and tilted his head back. At that angle, he couldn't help but snort as he breathed in, causing him to laugh even louder. At the sound, you finally allowed yourself to laugh, squeezing your eyes shut as you gripped onto the blanket to keep it wrapped around your body, you leaned forward as your body shook with laughter. You could feel your eyes watering, but, at that moment, you couldn't care less. It was a moment you would share with Scott and Scott alone. Nothing else could really compare.
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This wasn't the first time that Alex had taken something away from Scott. It happened quite often. Usually, it was Alex that drew the attention away from Scott when he stepped into the room, girls would swoon over him and leave Scott in an instant. There was a worrying thought in the back of his mind that made him think that this was one of those moments. But you weren't someone Scott could just give up easily. He wasn't going to let his brother win this time. Scott deserved to have the attention on him, for once, and he was determined to catch and hold the attention of you. Scott glared at Alex from across the table after he managed to make you laugh again. Alex simply grinned and shrugged, running his hand through his slightly damp hair before wiping the excess water off on the small towel he had been given when he arrived. Although Alex had been at the mansion for almost two hours, his hair was still damp, and his coat, which was left hanging up on one of the coat racks close to the fireplace to dry off, was still dripping—leaving a small puddle of water underneath it to slowly spread. Alex gently threw the small towel onto the coffee table, and it landed next to his own cup of hot coffee.
"What made you decide to come up here?" Scott asked, leaning back against the sofa as he stared at his older brother.
Alex simply shrugged. "Got bored."
"So, you decided to come here, even when the weather is like this?"
He grinned. "Even when the weather is like this," Alex repeated in a cool, somewhat teasing, voice, most likely catching on to the fact that Scott was annoyed with him. "You sound like you don't want me to be here, I'm hurt." He placed his hand over his chest, mockingly, as if he was actually wounded.
"Of course, Scott is happy that you're here!" You spoke up before Scott could, which probably saved him a lot of trouble, as he was sure he'd lose his temper and say something he would inevitably regret later on. "Right?" He heard you ask, and he turned to lol at you.
There you were, with that soft, effortless smile, looking at him in a way that made him feel like he was the only other person in the world, next to yourself of course. Scott doubted he'd like to live in a world where you didn't exist. "Yeah," he finally answered, although his voice was quiet, almost silent. "Of course." He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. Scott finally managed to tear his gaze from you and to his brother, where he shifted once more, feeling slightly uncomfortable due to the knowing look Alex was giving him. "I'm happy you're here, Alex."
"Good, 'cause it looks like I'm going to be staying here for a while," Alex informed him, glancing behind the two of you and out the window that overlooked the gardens.
Scott turned to look at noticed the smooth white blanket of snow that made its way up to the first panel of glass on the panelled windows. Great, Scott thought, knowing that it was only going to get worse, as the snowstorm wasn't easing up, and most likely wouldn't be for another few days. The dark clouds in the sky made it look later in the day than it was. It was getting darker outside, despite it being so white outside, due to the snow. He glanced sideways to you, looking at the side of your face as you had also turned to look outside. Scott's eyes slowly traced the outline of your face, unable to stop the faint smile that pulled at his lips. He was so utterly and completely screwed. Just the thought of you alone practically rendered him useless, but seeing you up close, merely inches away from him, while you were off in your own head, made him fall even more for you. He wasn't great with words, at least ones that conveyed how he felt for you, but his actions spoke louder than words, even the subtle looks of adoration and the soft smiles he had reserved only for you, had proven that what he felt for you was real, more real than anything he had ever felt before, which made him all the more worried that Alex would take you away from him.
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The curtains in his room were drawn together, keeping out what little light that the moon gave off from leaking in through the window, even during the slightly cloudy night. The popcorn bowl was left forgotten on his bedside table, while the covers were pulled up, covering the both of you. It had been a movie night, but you had been struggling to stay awake for a while, and ultimately fell asleep with your head on his chest, your arm lazily resting over his stomach. He looked away from the screen and down at you. Scott smiled to himself, the corners of his lips tugged up, and he tried to fight it, but it was only the two of you in his room, surrounded by the soft glow of his TV as the movie continued to play quietly. He gave up, knowing it was pointless trying to stop the smile you caused. He lifted the remote and turned the TV off, placing the remote on the table next to the popcorn bowl. He turned to look back at you, struggling slightly to see you well as the room had become darker. He shifted carefully to lay down in a more comfortable position, with you still tucked at his side. Scott gently placed his arm around you, hesitating before his hand made contact with your side. He had been holding his breath.
A silent sigh of relief escaped his lips as he looked down at your face, craning his neck slightly, but not uncomfortably, as he watched you sleeping peacefully. His own eyes felt heavy, and he was barely able to keep them open, but he wanted to stay awake just long enough to remember the outline of your features, although deep down he knew he had already memorised every inch of your face by heart. A lazy grin broke out on his when you scrunched your face up as you slept, squeezing your arm around him slightly before you settle comfortably once more. Scott lowered his other hand to rest over yours, feeling the heat from your skin against the palm of his hand. He yawned to himself, letting his head sink into his pillow more before his eyes closed, finally allowing himself to fall asleep. The peaceful, serene look on your face flashed behind his closed eyelids, and he didn't mind one bit.
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Alex had dropped his arms from the back of the sofa and let his palms slap his thighs before he sat up straighter. He looked down at his, now empty, coffee cup, before he picked up the small towel that he had been using to dry his hair. You smiled at him, knowing he was probably ready to head off to bed, he had been yawning quite a lot for the past ten minutes, and you were sure you saw him fighting to stay awake in the last two minutes. You grabbed hold of your empty cup, and Scott's nearly empty cup, there wasn't much left, but it was most likely too cold for him to enjoy by now. He never did like drinking cold hot chocolate, and claimed that reheating it was simply a crime as it 'ruins the original taste'. You looked over at Scott, but he was zoned out, stuck in his own head, so much so that he didn't even realise that Alex and yourself had started to move to leave. He jumped, zoning back in, when you placed your hand over his, squeezing his arm to catch his attention.
"I've been up for a lot longer than I care to admit, so I think I'm going to head to that spare room that Charles had mentioned about when I arrived, and I'm going to sleep for a few days," Alex chuckled at his small joke, grabbing the coffee cup before he stood up. "No amount of coffee will keep me awake right now."
Scott looked up at his brother, clearing his throat. "Okay, get some rest, we can catch up more tomorrow."
Alex nodded his head, waving goodbye to the both of you as he turned and left the room. You watched Scott and he slowly sat forwards, and you placed both of your cups back down on the table, turning to face him. "Are you okay?" You asked softly.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He nodded, standing up before you could rest your hand over his again for comfort.
However, you stood up, taking hold of his wrist before he could make his escape out of the room. "Something's been bothering you; you can talk to me, you know that."
Scott looked down at you and sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to get away from this conversation for long. "It's nothing."
"It's something," you argued, wanting him to tell you what it was that was bothering him, so you could help. Your hands slipped from his wrists and to his hands, squeezing them gently, although you were sure he didn't notice as he was too far into his own thoughts.
"It's stupid," he mumbled.
He was trying to make it seem less of a problem than it was, but you knew better than to let him think like that. "If it's got you quiet and looking like it's upsetting you then it's not stupid. What's got you feeling like this?"
"Alex."
"Alex?"
Scott nodded, letting out another sigh, most likely from frustration. "He always comes along and takes things that are important away from me. He's going to do the same with you, and it's going to happen because I know that you think he's cute."
Looking at him, watching as his mouth morphed into a frown, you frowned as well. "Scott," you spoke quietly, barely over a whisper, before you pulled his hands towards you, ultimately making him step closer. Your hands slowly wrapped around his waist, your chin resting on his chest as you looked up at him. His arms automatically wrapped around you, holding you close to him. "I'm not going anywhere, no one is taking me away. I mean, sure, your brother's cute, but he's not you."
"He's—What?" Scott raised an eyebrow, his voice still softly spoken.
"He's not you, Scott. And I want you."
It took a moment for him to understand what you were saying, but a smile began to stretch his lips up, and his arms squeezed you. "You want me," he repeated, smiling to himself.
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me? write a frenrey one shot fanfic with them drunkenly playing truth or dare? it’s more likely than you think
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Nights like these made it all worth it.
The lulling whir of the air conditioner kissed his flushed cheeks as the sound of dying laughter dissipated through the air. The noise of the streets outside the window and the quiet chatter of the TV filled the room instead, and the smell of home cooked food mixed with old cologne and alcohol seemed to cling to his very clothes. His eyes traced the long shadows cast in red, pink, and blue, painting the familiar scene in technicolors.
It was nights like these, Gordon thought, that made it all worth it.
Joshua was long asleep in his room, snuggled next to his favorite plush toy of a head crab that Bubby (lovingly) stitched together out of old scraps of clothing. Tommy arrived first, as was usual, tagging Sunkist along and letting her carry a bottle of wine between her teeth. Dr Coomer and Bubby came later, always together, always the same chorus of ‘Hello, Gordon!’s, always a big bright smile and a warm tingle in his heart. Darnold arrived late, later than he usually would if he were to come at all, but this time he brought his ‘strongest potions’ and Gordon was equal parts terrified and excited to try them out.
Benrey was already there by the time Gordon remembered him. He always simply appeared, but even that became routine at this point.
Gordon never invited any of them.
It was enough, he thought, that they would come over like this, with food and alcohol and maybe a DVD or a board game, and they would spend their time in peace and (relative) quiet. Having the company was enough.
Gordon smiled, sudden warmth spreading through his belly.
“Hey-Hey guys,”- He stuttered, trying to get up on his already slightly shaky feet, the attention of the room shifting towards him from the TV as The Science Team all turned their heads in unison.
“Woah- Um, okay. Creepy. Guys, do you wanna like- Hey guys, do you wanna play Truth or Dare?”
It wasn’t the first time they would be playing it, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Bubby, particularly competitive in, well, everything, immediately perked up.
“What, you itching to lose just like last time, you little bitch boy?”
“Okay, just because I refused to drink an entire glass of bleach doesnt mea-“
“Bitch boy!”
“Um, I would like to go first, Mr Freeman!”- Tommy piped up, having a surprising competitive streak in him too.
Truth or Dare, for most people, was a game of fun and embarrassment and messing around. For The Science Team, it was more like a battle for dominance and glory.
Most of their games were, actually. Gordon already lost 6 packs of Uno cards to fire, and Jenga is completely forbidden in his apartment for the foreseeable future. And god forbid he ever saw anyone with a box of Monopoly ever again.
Gordon took an uncertain step, steadying his feet as he raised his glass and nodded, -“Sure, Tommy. Truth or Dare?”
“Oh, and why do you get to ask,”- Bubby piped up, crossing his arms.
“Because I offered the game, alright? Now-“
“Truth or Dare, Tommy?”- Dr Coomer took over, and Tommy immediately replied with a resolute “Dare”.
“Fantastic choice, my young friend!”- The older man smiled, and then his face immediately turned to stone. Gordon swallowed, on the edge of his seat (still standing) at what might come next.
Dr Coomer was known for going to the extremes. His dares were either along the lines of “Do a chicken dance” or “Drink this glass of bleach” (which was exactly where Gordon drew the line last time). One time he dared Bubby to eat a pack of ramen raw, and the maniac actually did it.
Once Dr Coomer opened his mouth again, Gordon’s heart sank to his feet.
“I dare you to drink-“
“No! No more bleach drinking! That is banned forever, okay, it’s-“
“-An entire glass of Dr Darnold’s strongest potion!”
Gordon paused in his tracks. Suddenly, the bleach idea didn’t seem to be as bad.
He threw a quick glance at the man in question, who seemed to be perfectly beaming at the suggestion.
“Why, I do think my potions are way too strong for you, Tommy! The side effects can be unpredictable!”- He exclaimed, already reaching over the precariously shaped vial, -“Now, I will need you to have a bucket by your side and a pack of ice and maybe a pair of tweezers-“
“I will be fiiiiine,”- Tommy slurred, more determined than ever. He was not one to pass up a dare, no matter how insane it sounded. Gordon began to wonder whether he had any tweezers lying around, just in case.
In the next second, with an agility unbecoming of a man as drunk as he already was, Tommy threw back the glass and Gordon watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed at every resounding gulp. He couldn’t help his jaw clenching as the fiery burn resonated in his own throat at the sight, a shiver running down his spine, The feeling was something akin to watching a car crash, the horrifying fascination making his stomach turn when Tommy thumped the vial back on the table and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve.
He had to sit back down for this.
“go, tommyyyyyy!”- Benrey shouted from somewhere behind the couch, and for once, Gordon agreed wholeheartedly. At this point, he was pretty certain that Tommy was the most badass person he knew.
“Hoo! Yeah! Woo- Aw-Awright, z-zat- Eazy! Eazier zan... zan.....!”- Tommy blinked hard, his eyes clouded over as he tilted further and further to his right, and yeah, maybe he was going to have the worst night/morning of his life, but damn if the street cred he earned in that moment wasn’t worth it.
“Cake!- Darnold helpfully supplied, and Tommy forcefully threw himself at the man to give him a huge hug.
“Iz cake!”- He slurred from Darnold’s shoulder, waving an arm around way too close to Bubby’s face, -“Whoza next!?”
“Gordon!”- The latter smirked, slapping away Tommy’s hand and leaning further back into Coomer.
Gordon turned his head so fast his neck cracked, a slight headache immediately forming from the whiplash.
“No!? What!? No, I didn’t agree to that. Why me!?”- He began pouring himself another drink. Suddenly he was really craving some of that strongest potion.
“Because you offered the game, right?”- Bubby grinned, and Dr Coomer nodded in agreement.
“You did offer the game, Gordon.”
“I know I offered the damn- Hey, why don’t we have someone else go, huh!? Why not- Why not Benrey?”- At the mention of his name, said being popped his head up and stared directly back at Gordon, -“He, like, never participates! What’s up with that!”
And he wasn’t lying, either. For someone who consistently talked about gaming, Benrey almost never took part in their late night competitions. Gordon could never tell why – he could never, ever tell why anything with this guy – but to him this felt almost deliberate. Of course, everything Benrey did felt deliberate – that is, he was always deliberately trying to get on Gordon’s nerves.
And this time was no exception.
“huh?”- Came the simple response, and the burn in Gordon’s stomach turned to a burn in his chest.
“Yeah, you never do anything! Here we are, running around like headless chickens, doing whatever stupid shit we want each other to do, and you just sit there!”
“whu-?”
“What, you think this is like, some kinda free show for you? Some kinda performance piece!? No, nope, that won’t do, buddy. You’re gonna participate or you’re gonna get the hell out of here, alright? Truth or Dare?”
“dare”
The reply came so fast, Gordon nearly lost his footing while sitting. He blinked down at the glass in his hand, brows furrowing in concentration.
Alright, sure, cool. Maybe he didn’t expect Benrey to actually answer. And maybe he definitely didn’t expect him to choose dare. This was fine. It was fine.
Gordon poured himself another drink.
“daaaaare,”- Benrey whined at the same time as Bubby said “The man has chosen dare, Gordon, now will you please give it to him!”
“Alright, alright; don’t shout at me, I’m thinking!”
“Well, think faster!”
“It is rude to make other people wait, Gordon,”- Dr Coomer pursed his lips as Tommy may or may not have said something in agreement. He was now more than half lying on Darnold, who didn’t seem to care in the least, and his hand was absentmindedly stroking Sunkist’s back.
Knowing him, though, he most definitely was on Benrey’s side here. They all always were.
“Would you like some ideas, Dr Freeman?”- Darnold offered, and Gordon reached his boiling point.
“No! No, alright, I got it! I dare you to, uh,”- Gordon looked Benrey over, his stupid acidic gamer slogan hoodie making his retinas hurt, watched as the same hooded eyes not blink as they stared back, dull, unseeing, bored, overcast in a shadow that seemed to be permanently encasing his sharp face. And then Gordon scrunched up his nose as he said with the most vitriol possible, -“I dare you to take off you stupid beanie.”
It was but a beat of silence before Benrey, understandably this time, went, - “huh???”
“You heard me,”- Gordon doubled down this time, fully recognizing how stupid and inconsequential his dare seemed in comparison to Coomer’s, but damn if he wasn’t going to insist on it now, -“Come on. Show us what’s under there. Show us what- Show us what you’re hiding.”
Benrey blinked once. Then twice.
And then he was suddenly making his way towards the front of the room, crawling on all fours like an animal, and his gaze pointedly fixed on Gordon as he said “ohhhhh does feetman wanna- does feetman wanna see my secret parts. does feetman wanna take a glance at my uhhhh my special place”
Gordon nearly choked on his drink, a renegade laugh escaping this throat as he desperately tried not to have vodka pour out of his nose.
“What the FUCK, man, don’t call it that!?”
“what next, you gonna ask me to take my shoes off. maybe my socks? i’m gonna need to see a signed permission for that first”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”- Gordon slammed the table as he keeled over, and he could almost physically feel Bubby rolling his eyes.
“You gonna do it or what!?”- He nudged Benrey with his foot so that the other nearly toppled over.
“what, that it”
“Wh-What?”- Gordon managed in between taking deep breaths, feeling the room sway slightly from side to side. He hated how everything the guard said made him lose his shit. He especially hated it right then, when he was staring right at him with that self-confident smirk that still somehow managed to look bored. He hated it so much.
“is that all? weak”
“What, you wanna take off your shirt too? Be my guest, man, fucking- Strip down to your pants. Do it. You won’t.”
Benrey stared at him.
Gordon regretted every decision he ever made that led him up to this point.
Benrey smiled.
And then in one confident motion he ripped off his hoodie, his beanie coming along with it.
He threw them to the side, the pile of clothes landing on Sunkist, who didn’t seem to mind in the least, and this was exactly the point where Gordon realized that this was a bad, bad, horrifically bad idea.
He didn’t know what he expected to see when Benrey took off his hat (or helmet or whatever other stupid thing he was wearing at the time), didn’t really think about it (or tried not to) but damn if it wasn’t this. It was just - just hair. Completely normal hair, almost insultingly so, jet black and cropped short to his skull. But it wasn’t even the hair that was the biggest offender - no, it was the now completely open, completely normal and completely handsome face that was staring back at him. Completely human, completely right, and so disgustingly unobscured that it made Gordon’s stomach do back flips that would have scored tens all around at the Olympics.
When Benrey’s fingers twitched to remove the undershirt that he had underneath, he knew he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Okay, okay, fuck! We- We get it! You did the dare, alright, enough! That’s just indecent exposure at this point! Chill out, man!”
Benrey didn’t reply, but didn’t move to strip down any more. Gordon allowed himself to breathe again.
He was way too drunk for this.
He poured another drink.
After an uncomfortable stretch of terrible silence where Gordon could acutely feel the burn in his face and shoulders, Dr Coomer finally spoke up with an “That was a shitty dare, Gordon!”
“Yeah, it was horribly underwhelming. Not even writhing snakes underneath that thing,”- Bubby immediately joined, and at that Tommy perked up only to mumble “badgers” and then fall back down onto Darnold, knocking them both over to the floor.
Gordon couldn’t keep in the laughter that bubbled up from his stomach, and he had to look for support if only to stay upright. At this point, he was certain that if he were to fall down, he would not get back up again.
Of course, it just so happened that this time his closest support structure was Benrey, and by the time he realized that he was grabbing onto the other’s shoulder, it was way too late. Benrey was already staring at him, a smirk stretching over his lips that, without the ever-present shadow painting over his eyes, now looked almost... Nice. Sweet.
Gordon shifted in his seat, slowly removing his hand and clearing his throat.
That’s right. Play it cool. Play it cool.
Easier said than done, though, especially considering Benrey’s skin was practically burning next to him.
Gordon pulled at his hair tie, freeing his curls if only to have something covering his face. Dammit, Freeman, play it cool!
“Alright, which of you lightweights is going to go next?”- Bubby sighed, clearly resigning to being an observer this round, rather than a participant.
“gordon,”- Came a voice directly from Gordon’s right, and he immediately opened his mouth in protest.
Only to be shut up by Bubby before saying a single word, -“If you even so much as make a single sound besides “Truth” or “Dare”, I swear to fuck I will set your curtains on fire.”
Gordon was really tempted to say “Fuck off, not again”.
Instead, he resigned to whispering, “...Truth.”
“huh? what was that? truth? does little baby want truth? does little baby want his truth bottle?”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole, that doesn’t even make sense. The game isn’t called Dare or Dare, I can choose what I want.”
“stupid shitty baby can’t even handle this truth.”
Gordon snorted, fists curling up at his sides as he inhaled sharply, turning to face the permanent annoyance of his life that was Benrey.
“Okay. Okay. You know what? Okay! You wanna dance Benrey, huh? You wanna dance? Then let’s fucking dance. It’s dare. I choose dare. Hit me.”
Benrey’s smile only widened as Gordon’s heart sank deeper and his ears tingled with a warmth that was unwelcome, but not unfamiliar. And before either one of them could make a move, there was the distinct sound of clothes shuffling, the noise of something breaking, and then Tommy was kneeling on the floor, swaying from side to side like a piece of grass in a gentle breeze, finger pointed up, eyelids half closed as he barely managed out an, “I d-daaare- I dare Miste-ww Freeemann and B-Ben- Rey- To danz!”
Having finished his incredible statement, Tommy fell onto his other side, head landing right on Sunkist, and Darnold gently patted him on the shoulder mumbling “There, there.”
Gordon could only side eye the other scientists. He would be laughing right now, really, if he wasn’t so perfectly outraged by the proposition.
“Uh, how about no? You know I love you Tommy, but if you think that even for a second-“
“chicken man.”
“...What?”
“gordon freeman more like. more like gordon fowlman.”
“Hah, that was a clever one, Benrey! Keep it up!”- Dr Coomer encouraged, and Gordon really didn’t need that in his life right now.
“I’m not afraid to dance with you, I-“
“chickon fowlman”
“Fucking stop, alright! We’re both drunk as shit, and I doubt any one of us is a good dancer, we’re probably gonna break some-“
“what, no. i’m a great dancer. i’m the best- the bestest at dance. moves. number one in just dance 2003 on the playstation 2- got an award. a diploma. what do you got. stupid chicken legs. cluck cluck cluck, i’m idiot baby, i can’t dance-“
Gordon was on his feet in seconds, the room spinning around like a freaking kaleidoscope, but he’d be damned if he let this pretty- this cute- this shitty garbage sack believe that he was better than him. Even if it was true.
At this point, he was more than drunk, he was pissed, he was warm, and he wanted to wipe that stupid smile off of Benrey’s face if it was the last goddamn thing he did. If that meant he needed to dance, then he was going to fucking dance.
“Fine, okay, sure! Let’s go, let’s fucking go, go, go! Dr Coomer, hit us with a beat!”
If it was a dance battle Benrey wanted, it was a battle he was going to g-
The soft sound of a gentle piano was definitely not what Gordon expected to come out of the- Of Dr Coomer...? He honestly wasn’t sure where Dr Coomer was producing the sound from, but that mattered less at the moment than the particular sound being produced - which certainly wasn’t what he had in mind.
“What the fuck!? What is this shit?”
“Gordon, this track is As Time Goes By by the Claude Williamson Trio-“
“No, no, I don’t give- Who cares about the name of the track!? We’re not fucking slow dancing! Give us something with a beat!”
“But Gordon, I enjoy this song.“
This was yet another moment where Tommy decided to speak up, suddenly raising his hand with one finger pointing at the ceiling, his voice muffled by the perfect dog’s fur as he muttered “I- I dare Mr Freeman- and- and Benrey to- to Slow. Dance. For fiiiiiiiiiiive miiiiiinuuuuuutesssssssss.”
His hand fell back to the floor with an audible thump.
“No! Hey, no, that’s not- That’s not in the rules! You can’t just change the original dare like-“
“Oh my god, silently! Quietly! Without words! Slow dance for five fucking minutes with your mouths shut tight, okay! That’s your fucking dare!”- Bubby threw his arms up, and the reflection in his glasses told Gordon that his curtains are very much in immediate danger.
This was dumb. This was more than dumb, this was shitty, stupid, against all rules, and really, he should just kick them all out and be done with it all.
So, like any rational and sound-minded person, Gordon swallowed down the horrible tightness in his throat, and opened up his arms in an invitation.
He didn’t mean to bite his lip when Benrey approached him, really, he didn’t, but his chest refused to stop pounding, his arms felt sticky and gross, and his vision was only ever so slightly blurry when he reached out his hand and grabbed Benrey’s.
“I’ll lead,”- He barely whispered, maybe more like mouthed so that didn’t count, and Benrey did not protest for once, his other hand finding his way over to Gordon’s shoulder. Gordon hesitated only a second before lightly guiding his fingers to the other’s waist.
There was a moment of certain panic, blood freezing over as an electric current ran through his spine, sudden realization that he couldn’t remember the last time he danced with anyone flooding his senses, before being replaced with a gentle, coaxing burn when he felt Benrey pull at him and take a step backwards. Gordon swallowed hard again, allowing his drunkenness to overtake for a moment, letting himself sway ever so gently as he tried his best to guide the other around the room. This wasn’t exactly a waltz, not even close, but at least he was conscious enough not to step on any feet or trip over his own.
This was... excruciating.
He didn’t know where to look, eyes darting around the room like he was desperately looking for an escape, and his hands and hair felt altogether way too sweaty for any of this. He didn’t want to hear Benrey’s slightly exalted breathing, the firm press of his hand in Gordon’s own, the feeling of those dark, dark, immensely dark eyes staring right into his very being. Five minutes, Gordon learned by the first 30 seconds, was an outrageously long time.
It was only around the second minute mark, when Gordon was certain he was going to pass out before finishing the dance, that his vision darkened for a split second, and it wasn’t before long that a feeling of complete and utter surrender washed over him. Shoulders dropping down, muscles releasing with an almost audible click, he felt his anxiety dissipate in the air along with that unbearable, pulsating heat. The only thing left was his heavy eyelids defiantly staying open and the soft sound of the piano keys running through the air. He willed his head to turn to Benrey then, finally allowing himself to make eye contact for the first time, and the sea of gently glowing blue orbs around them nearly overwhelmed his vision.
“calm down,”- Benrey mouthed, and Gordon gladly obeyed, nodding his head ever so slightly.
His arms felt like cotton, like melting butter, so he allowed both his hands to travel to Benrey’s lower back, not able to keep them up anymore. Benrey, in turn, gently wrapped his own arms around Gordon’s neck, and Gordon couldn’t find it in him to protest.
He could find it in him to be delighted, though.
He didn’t know what it was, exactly - the alcohol, the forced silence, or the gentle blue light that filled his very soul, but he suddenly felt braver, braver than he had ever been before. But more importantly, he felt curious - and so he tugged Benrey a little closer, just that much. He knew it was but a gentle pull - no, he was certain of it. The rest of the way between their bodies Benrey closed on his own.
Gordon’s stomach ignited in fireworks, his ribs prickling with the sensation of the other flush against him, the touch of his skin intoxicating in ways he didn’t remember were possible.
And all the while, his eyes were glued to Benrey’s, almost morbidly mesmerized by the two dark caverns that refused to reflect light and seemed to only take, take, and take.
Benrey’s fingers tangled in his hair, and Gordon couldn’t help the genuine smile that easily found its home on his face, couldn’t help the breath that got stolen when he saw that same smile reflected on Benrey’s own.
His fists balled in the other’s thin shirt, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so secure.
Serene. Right.
It’s nights like these, Gordon thought, that make everything worth it.
The last note played, the orbs burned out, and the only thing left standing in the middle of it all were the two of them, still clinging one to another, breathing hard as though they have just finished an intense exercise routine, and for a brief moment, time stood still.
And Gordon felt as though something unspoken has passed between them in that one moment.
And in the next, raucous applause followed, mostly provided by Dr Coomer, with Darnold gently joining in. Bubby let out a few claps as well, and they almost didn’t sound sarcastic.
“Bravo, Gordon! What a beautiful display of emotion!”- Dr Coomer kept on clapping, wiping a tear away from one eye as he cheered, -“For 2 Play Coins, I can replay the same song again!”
“N-No- Uhm-“- Gordon began, feeling his throat as dry as a summer in a dessert, having to cough violently as he practically peeled himself from Benrey. The immediate cold and overall shittiness that followed almost weren’t worth it, -“Ahem. That’s- That’s quite alright.”
“Ah shit, there he goes on talking again,”- Bubby rolled his eyes, and the atmosphere seemed to return to normal.
Benrey went to sit next to Tommy’s most probably unconscious form, and Gordon, after hesitating for way too long, sat down on the opposite side of the room.
A decision he came to regret immediately, if the brief look Benrey gave him was anything to go by.
How that permanently bored, expressionless face could carry so much emotion, Gordon would never know.
What he did know was that he needed another goddamn drink.
And from that point on, it was a huge blur. There were more dares, of course. He was pretty sure Darnold had to do a keg stand and Coomer and Bubby had to exchange clothes.
It was all stupid.
It was all ridiculously fun.
Gordon didn’t feel right throughout any of it.
His mind only came back online closer to morning, when the only thing keeping him awake was the constant noise of conversation and sheer willpower.
“truth,”- Benrey said, crude drawings of Sunkist now decorating both his arms. Gordon wasn’t sure if this was part of a dare or if he just did that for no reason.
“You want to mix it up a little, eh? Think this will be easy, don’t you?”- Bubby’s smile was sharp, all teeth and evil intent, and Gordon suddenly was really happy he wasn’t at the receiving end of that. Bubby was the most entertaining when he was being mean to someone else.
“hit me.”
“Okay. So. Who, out of this group, do you have a crush on?”
Oh. So Gordon was on the receiving end of that after all, huh.
He didn’t know why was it, exactly, that that question hit him like a pile of bricks. But it did. And now he was anxiously staring at Benrey, heart beating so fast it threatened to break through his rib cage.
Benrey, on the other hand, didn’t look nearly as panicked. He just... kept on staring at the floor. And he kept on staring. And he kept on staring until he finally blurted out an. “bbbb.... d.... coomer.”
“I am flattered, Benrey, but I am quite happily married,”- Dr Coomer replied hugging Bubby close, who only rolled his eyes and snorted.
“Bullshit! It’s called Truth, now say the goddamn truth!”
It was at this moment that Benrey’s eye met Gordon’s.
It was at this moment that Gordon knew precisely what to do.
In a move that probably required him to be way more sober, he kicked the table so hard that half the glasses and bottles on top of it tumbled over, some rolling to the floor and breaking with a resounding crash.
“Fuck! What the fuck!”- Bubby exclaimed, throwing his feet up on the couch, and even Tommy came back to life for a second to look around, before passing back out on Sunkist again.
“Careful, Dr Freeman! These babies can melt through concrete!”- Darnold immediately busying himself with picking up his vials, and Gordon took this moment to stand up, exaggerating his slur and wobbliness (though not by much) when he said, -“Woo... Huh... Sorry- Sorry, guys, I must have- Man, I’m dying, I think I- I need sleep, guys, I-“
“Yes, yes, we get the message,”- Bubby sighed, as Dr Coomer immediately laid straight down on the couch, forcibly pulling him down as well, -“Goodnight, Gordon.”
“Good night, Gordon!”- Coomer echoed, closing his eyes and passing out within seconds.
“Take care, Dr Freeman,”- Darnold nodded, before snuggling up next to Sunkist and Tommy.
Well, that was easy. If there was one thing about The Science Team that Gordon appreciated most of all, it was how they didn’t bother asking questions. It was better that way, really.
He should be a better host and at the very least get them blankets, Gordon thought, carefully avoiding the broken glass as he made his way across the room.
This was a problem for tomorrow’s Gordon.
Now, however, he had more pressing matters to attend to.
Benrey stood up as Gordon approached him, staring silently, before turning around and abruptly making his way to the entrance.
“Wa- Wait- Benrey, wait!”- This time it wasn’t an exaggeration when Gordon nearly tripped over his own feet. His head was throbbing with a headache unlike any other, but he shut that part up for a brief second. More important matters, -“Where the hell are you going!?”
“away?”- Benrey replied as though that was the most obvious thing in the world.
“But- Wait- I mean. Why? You can stay here? I’m not kicking you out?”
He stared. And then he stared some more.
It was true that Benrey usually disappeared before morning came, like some sort of vampire that could only come out at night. Gordon never questioned it, never bothered to ask him why he left – it didn’t matter that his apartment always felt a little emptier.
It didn’t matter before, but it mattered now.
“I mean- I know there’s not a lot of room, and the guys are all over the living room, but, y’know, my bed is a double, so if you wanna, you can-“
“i don’t sleep”
Gordon blinked down, the ramble in his head and his words interrupted by this simple poignant statement. He tilted his head, desperately trying to keep standing upright.
“What? Like, at all? That’s bullshit man, that’s complete- and I- I saw you, okay, I saw you sleeping in-“
“kind of gay of you. watching me sleep. wanna see my hair then. then taking my shirt off then. then dancing with me like-“
“Shhh- Shut up, shut up!”- Gordon hissed, taking Benrey by the hand and quietly leading him back to the bedroom. There was no way he would be able to handle this conversation standing up, -“This isn’t- It’s not like that, okay, it’s-“
“It’s not?”
It wasn’t often that Gordon was able to tell what Benrey was thinking or feeling at any given moment. In this instance, however, the disappointment in his voice was so palpable that he could almost taste it on his tongue.
“N-No! Wait, I mean- Yes? I mean- I- I don’t fucking knoooow, man,”- He sighed, dropping down on the bed, head immediately spinning like the propellers of a helicopter, heart drumming, jaw aching, -“I just- I’m too drunk, Benrey. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t- I just know I don’t want you to leave.”
He didn’t know if that was enough. It didn’t sound enough to him.
But to Benrey, apparently, it was.
In a moment the space besides Gordon felt the bed beside him dip, that already familiar heat seeping through his skin like nuclear radiation, overwhelming him whole.
He felt himself magnetized, moving closer to it almost unconsciously, keeping his eyes closed to prevent the room from spinning crazy. His hand worked of their own volition, desperately searching for anything to hold, and when he felt a set of fingers interlace with his own, he allowed himself to exhale all the tension in his shoulders.
“Thanks,”- He whispered, snuggling in closer, inhaling a scent that was near acidic, but not unpleasant. He didn’t know how he would justify this to himself tomorrow, didn’t want to think about that just yet, and he heard a stream of sweet voice being spread around the room.
He opened his eyes just for a second, just a brief moment to register the vibrant pink floating around his bedroom, the gentle glow that outlined Benrey’s hooded eyes, and for once he thought he could recognize something in them.
Gordon exhaled softly, holding on for dear life.
“Goodnight,”- He said, or maybe thought, or maybe imagined, his consciousness finally fading into sweet darkness.
“gordon,”- Benrey replied then, quiet, soft, and with the certain conviction of a man giving the right answer to a demanding question.
#frenrey#hlvrai#half life vr but the ai is self aware#there is also a smidgen of boomer in there#and softly implied darnold/tommy#i cant believe this is my first fic in two years and this is what i write#hlvrai truly is incredible huh#fanfiction#sai.fic
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Madness draws: my dä fanart from when I had my (arts) comeback in 2018
For years I didn’t draw anything because of a personal (art crisis) and because I simply was studying and working so much I just had no energy left for arts.
In 2018 I was done with schools and studying and dropped out of the school I was in at that moment, and also the horse stable I was working at (school related stuff) was sold and closed its doors so also my work ended. For the first time in almost 5 years I was actually free. The longest holidays I had has was 3 weeks summer holiday in 2016, I think. I had another in 2017 but of that I actually was having health issues (nothing serious) for 2 weeks and then had to be in school for the 3rd one, after which I even got the flu.
So I was SO excited when I finally was free the first day of November in 2018. After I had got enough sleep and rest, I started to find my creativity again. And I started to “daydream” before falling asleep every night, I started to write fanfictions in my head and I started to draw, too. Partially it was also because for the first time in years I had an online friend I enjoyed talking with and we had similar interests, aka dä and Bela/Farin, and that inspired me a lot to draw even more - but unfortunately that friendship did not work out in the end and we’re no longer friends.
Anyway, most of these drawings are very much Bela/Farin related again because I talked about that a lot with this person and I often asked what they’d want to see and then drew it if the idea was something I could carry out.
This is not the first one I drew but maybe the 4th or so. I’m just putting this here first because it’s the most “innocent” aka not too much shippy stuff rubbed into the faces of my followers who don’t care about that. There’s 5 different drawings + 1 comic behind the read more link. All of these, apart from the comic, where drawn into my old sketchbook.
About the drawing above - I didn’t use pencil for these first ones at all yet, I just drew them with the fineliners as I was still a bit rusty as the last time I REALLY drew anything was in 2013 aka over 5 years ago from 2018, so I had to actually look at my old comics and drawings to even figure out how to draw these characters anymore. And I think the last actual time I drew in this style was in 2011 even. And that is very visible from the first 2018′s drawing I did! ↓↓↓
This is the one - and wait, I have an explanation!
So with this person I mentioned, we just constantly had this playful debate over whether Bela is “bottom” or not - and honestly I couldn’t care less about that because I no longer read any fanfics. I do write fanfics - or a fanfic - but only for myself and as an asexual I have never been interested in writing about certain themes so I never need to think about the whole top/bottom stuff anyway. I used to read smut before until I one day just realized it’s SO BORING and uninteresting to read, started skipping all smut scenes and wanted to read fluff but all the fluff was so quickly and badly written because everyone wanted to write smut only, that I was left with absolutely nothing to read. So it was the old story again: I started writing/drawing the stuff I wanted to read and see.
However, back to the top/bottom topic, I always base my opinions with everything over how things are in real life and with these guys, if you look at how they are in interviews and on stage, the dynamics are not just plain black&white. I’ve never seen there anything that would indicate that just one is “top” or “bottom” whatsoever which is why I kept saying imo they’re more like just switching if you listen to their jokes. Remember: I don’t read any fanfiction and don’t give a fuck about smut (lol at the pun) and honestly, even tho I understand those jokes they do and say on stage, I wish not to have any visuals about any of that “activity” in my head.
So, to support my “they switch!” opinion, I drew this, just for fun. And it is the official first drawing I did in 2018. I just needed to fire back bigger than I could do with simple text messages :D
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Moving on. The person in question was very fascinated by the idea that Farin would be a vampire and not Bela (to support their top/bottom views...) which is why I drew this:
Also a very quick one, without sketching anything before drawing with fineliners. This and the first image of this post both are very small in real life actually, the signature is about the same size in every drawing so you can see from that that they are actually pretty small.
Talking of the signature: The funniest thing to me about this IS the signature. Because I was so rusty I didn’t even know how to write it anymore :DDD You can compare it to the signature in the other drawings because in them it’s better. Why it’s so funny to me is because it should say “Aada” but it looks more like “Hella” which means “stove” in Finnish.
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Next one was something I saw in my head and wanted to draw - I think this one was also done without sketching it at first:
Kinda simple, right? :D I just wanted to draw something with heavy shadows and they’re meant to be watching TV at night. I guess it came out pretty okay.
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The next two I drew based on one of my old fanfics I wrote years and years ago. I’m a bit annoyed that I decied to draw these into my SKETCHBOOK when I could have used just paper I use for drawing but I guess I didn’t know yet where I was going to end up with these and drew them into the sketchbook because of that. I thought I didn’t sketch these at first but I have found photos of these with sketched with pencil so that means I started sketching my drawings at this point.
So, back to the fanfic, it’s one of the longer ones I wrote (but still not that long even) and set to happen in the late 80s. There was some drama in the story because of Bela’s drug use and Farin was very harsh and Bela left altogether. For some time they had no idea where each of them were but then one very rainy night they both were on a walk at the same time and happened to stumble upon each other for the first time in weeks or so. I can still see those scenes so vividly in my head and here’s my artistic view over those scenes:
Yes. I love drawing stuff like BRICKS.
I have used my Promarkers with the second image, the paper was not the best for them which is why the black looks awful.
What comes to the image... it really annoys me to look at that because how the FUCK that is something I have drawn? And it’s legit based on something I have written. ME??? Like wtf. My aroace ass just can’t handle me writing/drawing fluff like this. I have days when I need to see fluff more than anything and then have to produce the content because can’t find it from anywhere else and my brain is simultaneously like “flufffff 8))))” and “boohoo whyyyyy how staaaaaph D:” because I am so afraid of being connected to what I draw. Like. If I draw or write fluff, it doesn’t mean I would be a romantic person nor allosexual nor alloromantic, right? Because I can also draw a comic or write a story about a murderer and it doesn’t make me a psychopath either. It’s the exact same thing.
And in fact: I had a comic book character who was called Micro the Insane Murderer because that’s what he was. Also I once wrote a story about a serial killer but she was also insane. But for whatever reason it’s much harder to show people fluff I have written or drawn than my fictional serial killer stuff... I guess people just easier assume that you’re an allo, thanks to anormativity, but usually don’t think you’re a psychopath just because your OC is :D
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The last one is the comic that has a Halloween theme as it was around Halloween and the person I talked with still wanted to see/read something where Farin is the vampire instead. So here’s something that was my first B/F comic in 7 years. I didn’t remember how to do pretty much anything anymore and the coloring is a bit off, and I was really still just trying to figure out how to do all this again :D
At that point I think my head was still filled with fanfiction stuff so the comic also is full of (hurt/comfort) drama - and a long-ass “backstory”. You can see that from this on I have moved to more humorous stories. Sometimes I draw occassional fluffy comics when I’m really on that weird mood (usually 1-2 days/month thanks to the uterus and hormones), but my main focus is on the humour and I wish to make people laugh.
But that’s about it. I think I have now posted everything here, the newer ones I have posted here after drawing them since 2019 but this post is the “missing link” between those old old comics and the newer stuff :D Then I of course have all the other traditional art like potraits and such I did in 2009-2012 which I have never shown here. Maybe I should post those too?
#mcrmadness draws#my dä comics#my fub comics#my dä drawings#dä fanart#die ärzte#belafarin#my OLD dä fanart
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White Day confession
@searleine hi, I’m your Secret Santa for @voltronsecretsanta! I’ll be honest and did plan on writting a different fic, but I got really busy so I still hope you enjoy this. I got the idea from the DNAngel episode when we find out Disake’s parents. Happy Holidays and enjoy!
Lance squeezed past the gate right before the security guard closed it, dashing to the shoe lockers. He opened his, barely paying attention to the notes that came falling out. He quickly changed his shoes and scooped up the letters, running off to his class. He barely made it through the door before the bell rang. Mr. Shirogane, shook his head, waving him off to his seat. There were a few gifts on his desk that he shoved inside where his books were along with the notes.
“Alright everyone. We have a few announcements before classes start, but first, happy White’s Day.”
White’s Day, March 13, the companion holiday to Valentine’s Day. In their town, the took the white part seriously, giving people white items as presents. Of course, usually the girls would get gifts on White’s Day, but Lance seemed to be special. Maybe it was because he misunderstood the holidays when he first moved down to Japan. He thought he was supposed to give stuff on Valentines and then receive on White’s Day. Even as he went to different schools, the trend still followed, Lance McClain was gifted a white item from his admires on White Day. Usually he’d smile through it, getting very used to his large fan club. He was a foreign guy who looked nice, part of the swim team and genuine a nice guy. Girls liked that and crowding around him. After a while of pretty shallow crushes, he started to get bored. He liked the idea of White Day, a day where you could tell a person how you feel and all the pressure wasn’t forced on Valentine’s. Plus…last year he received the best present.
It was such a simple one. The main reason it caught his attention was because of how simple it was compared to the rest of the gifts he received. A handmade white and blue bracelet. There was no name, no flowery letter, no immediate cry to be noticed. It was a simple gift that he was meant to enjoy and he did. He wore it since the day he got it. He hoped by the end of the day, he might receive another, or even better, meet the person who just wanted to give him a gift. A really selfish part of him hoped it was that guy from the train. Since he started high school, there was a guy on the same train as him. He attended the private high schools, based on the uniform. He looked like he didn’t belong though. He had long hair, a mullet. It was usually pulled back into a ponytail, allowing the many earrings on his ears to be seen. In the warmer months where he was in his summer uniform, he had a very visible tattoo on his arm, an odd-looking symbol. He’d seen the older train riders turn their noses up at it, but something about it – who was he kidding, everything about him drew Lance’s attention. He wanted to talk to him but he was always so nervous. He might look like a rebel but he could easily be snobby and rude and Lance only had so much self confidence to deal with people like that. Maybe be could finally pluck up the courage to do it today.
He let out a yawn, feeling too slow to cover his mouth. Assuming he didn’t fall asleep on the train. He had stayed back at school late for practise and there was a good chance of that happening again. He was hoping that the captain having a girlfriend would keep him too busy to call for practise. He also had a headache. All these late nights were starting to catch up to him. It was fine though, all he had to do was get through today.
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“Wow.” Rachel said as she watched Hunk help Lance bring in his White Day gifts. She also noticed her brother was pouting, but she knew it couldn’t be because of the gifts. He had gotten used to the large amount received on Valentine’s and White Day years ago. They would usually be regifted to family members. “is it bigger this year?”
“Does it matter?” Lance sulked, dropping the items in the living room and stomping off to his room.
Rachel raised an eyebrow at Hunk, who tugged at the orange ribbon tied around his wrist. At first, she was confused. He used the ribbon to push his bangs back if need be. Then she understood. It wasn’t the ribbon, but it being around his wrist, like the unnamed bracelet around Lance’s. if he was sulking, then…no unnamed gift came.
While her mother came in, greeting Hunk and offering him food, while marvelling over the gifts, she went up to Lance’s room. He’s unpacking his bag, putting books for homework in the middle and making sure he pulled out his swim stuff to get washed. She noticed he kept rubbing at his wrist. The bracelet is missing.
“So, where is it?”
“My bag. I didn’t get to put it back on after practise.” He pulled it out from the bottom of his bag and sets it on the desk. “Not that it matters. There was nothing new from them.”
“Can’t be the only reason.” He seemed even more upset for no gift giver to not show up.
“Remember that guy I talked to you about? The guy from the private school on the train? Guess what I was hoping to do today, if he was actually there?”
“He wasn’t there?” Rachel had heard more than enough about this guy, Lance talked enough about him, about the small things he noticed and how cute he looked. She was hoping to one day here he got up the courage to go talk to him but of course things couldn’t be that easy.
“And if that’s not enough, I’ve got a huge paper to finish, because our English teacher is horrible.”
“Hey, at least you can speak the language. I guess you also forgot about babysitting duty tonight?” any other time, she would have taken over for her younger brother, but she had a date with the guy from her college she’d been crushing on for weeks. She wasn’t about to give that up.
Lance groaned. “I’m going back downstairs. I saw macaroons, and I’m not letting Hunk eat them.”
“Hey, I know this sucks now, but think about it this way. If the person who gave you gift doesn’t think you’re worth it, that’s on them. and as for the guy on the train, if he’s really a rebel, he’ll realise how amazing you are, even if you take a bit more time to go talk to him.”
“Yeah, here’s hoping.”
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Lance was drained. The kids thankfully only had an hour of going insane before they calmed down and he was able to get them to bed, but with how tired he was, Japanese, Spanish and English were all messing around in his head. It took twice as long to finish his assignment, not to mention the text from the captain about practise in the morning. Lance didn’t love taking the train early, cause it was always packed. His usual time wasn’t as bad, but being chained off for a while so the platform wasn’t packed with people like it was the last train, was something he could do without. He yawned, ready to take a nap, even if it took 30 minutes to get to school, but it was either sleep on the train, or stay home and sleep and deal with annoyed and anger swim captain.
“Alright, this way please.” The barricade was moved and the station staff waved the group of people up the stairs, to take their places in the correct areas. Lance was able to get a spot near the front under his area. Usually he’d people watch, take note of the different groups, but his eyes kept slipping shut. And his sight was doubling and moving? Or was that him?
“Look out!” something grabbed his arm and yanked him, just as the sound of the train registered. He landed on a firm chest, that took him as he felt his legs give out. He blinked, to realise the train was pulling into the station and station staff were quickly approaching him. Had he been so tired he almost…? “Are you ok?”
He looked behind him and there he was. The private school student, the one he shared the train rides with. He noticed his eyes were dark, kinda like gems.
“Sir? Are you alright?” a staff member asked
“yeah. Yeah, sorry. I felt dizzy.”
He was helped up and the staff directed them to the station office. Lance felt his legs tingling, like he’d walked too much after being lazy for a while.
“Do you still feel dizzy?” the private school guy asked.
“A bit.”
He watched him stand up and dig into his pants pocket, pulling out a wallet. And something else.
“I can go get you some water.” But Lance wasn’t paying attention to that. He pulled the white and blue bracelet from the guy’s hand.
“This is…”
Like a light switch, the guys face went red and he looked embarrassed. He was kept from saying anything as another staff member came in with cups of water and a sugary snack for Lance. They wanted him to stay until he didn’t feel dizzy before letting them call his school to let them know what happened.
They were left alone and Lance sat waiting. The guy could have run off the moment he had a chance, but he sat there, sitting still.
“My name’s Keith. I’ve seen you on the train for almost 2 years now and I’ve wanted to talk to you. you’ve got quite a name for yourself. Even people in my school have heard of you. last year, I had a gift get taken to your school and when I saw you wearing it the next day, I almost went over and told you it was me, but I chickened out. So I said this year, I’d do like a big gesture to give it to you.”
“except you messed that up by pulling it out with your wallet.” Lance pointed out, laughing. Keith’s face got redder and he pouted. “So why a bracelet?”
“Well, you got so much stuff from what I understood and I don’t know. Something small and simple seemed to fit you. I mean, I can tell that bag is old. The mascot you have on it really faded, so you’ve had it for a long time.” He said, nodding to the dolphin plush he had on his bag. “the sleeves on the hoodie you wear in the winter months have frayed edges, but it’s not like you can’t afford to get a new one, you just wearing to death. I wanted to give you something you’d have for a long time. So, yeah.”
Lance felt happy to know that Keith seemed to notice things about him, like he’d done to Keith.
“Can you help me put it on?” Lance handed Keith the bracelet back and gave him his wrist, ready and waiting. His chest felt fluttery as Keith tied the bracelet around his wrist, right on top of the old one. “So, I might just end up walking home and sleeping for the next couple hours, but we have half day tomorrow for that national teacher training thing. What about you?”
“No school.”
“So, if you’re up for it, why don’t you come pick me up from school and we can go hang out? Maybe as a date?”
“Yeah, that sounds good to me. I’ll make sure to catch you again if you end up fainting.”
“Who knows, cute guy, great day? It might be in the cards.”
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You ever think about Leon seems to be literally the only student that defies the "Hope's Peak Binary"? Where it's essentially "Use your talent or suffer if you have none." Chiaki & Ruruka both exemplify it. Chiaki thinks she's only good at games and has no future, and Ruruka thinks she can only show affection by giving someone Candy and nothing else, despite the friend she wants to give that candy literally can't eat any. Meanwhile Leon is over there like "Fuck Baseball. Join my punk band."
I think there’s more students who break with the “use your talent or suffer for having none” binary than you may be giving credit for. Sure, Leon is attempting to just ignore his talent outright (although he does like baseball more than he admits at first), and not too many others do that.
Out of the DR1 crew, though, Makoto Naegi doesn’t even believe he has any “luck” of any note or that he deserves to be there. His “Lucky Student” label means nothing to him, really. Komaeda at least believes in his insane luck and sometimes leverages it, even if he thinks he’s “trash” and that his talent is kinda crap compared to “real talent.” Naegi, meanwhile, literally doesn’t buy his given “talent.” But he also doesn’t think the elites of the class are automatically superior to him after he meets them, either.
Akane Owari is happy to fight and all, but when has she ever spoken about being a gymnast or shown herself to care even a little about gynmastics? Doesn’t really seem to come up at all. Does she know that gymnastics =/= fighting? Or... wait, does Kodaka know that?
V3 gives us Ryoma - the only other person in the series beyond Leon who has abandoned or rejected his talent so thoroughly, but he’s not canonically even a Hope’s Peak student. And even then, his eventual “lab” seems to reveal him as having another talent that maybe fits his current lifestyle a little better.
And uh, I guess that’s it. It’s still a short list, and Leon is still notable for being someone who believes in his awesome talent AND enjoys using it sometimes but ALSO rejects it as the basis of his future. It’s just something he enjoys as a hobby and nothing more - his real passions lie elsewhere.
I’ve actually seen this kind of thing in real people - I once knew someone back in middle school who was an insanely skilled artist at the age of 11, but he found it boring and just considered it a hobby for when he had nothing else to do. He had no desire to do anything art-y when class art projects came up, and didn’t even want to do anything with art in his future. He just idly drew phenomenally realistic images with his pencil during class and complained if anyone noticed how insanely good they were. Drove me nuts at the time because I always wanted to be a great artist! I guess the grass is always greener. I wonder what happened to that kid.
#asks#anon#danganronpa#leon kuwata#makoto naegi#akane owari#ryoma hoshi#hope's peak#hope's peak academy
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idk if this is discourse or something you dont want to get into but are garrett and shane still friends??
short answer: 99% sure they’re not. and i’m saying 99% because i obviously can’t be entirely sure because. i don’t know these people irl lol but in my head im like 100% sure they’re definitely not on speaking terms right now, and haven’t been in a loooong while.
long answer? and boy, it’s a long answer: i think garrett removed himself from shane’s circle (with the exception of andrew ofc) long before the drama kicked off. i don’t really recall because i didn’t watch them at the time but i do remember seeing garrett kinda.. disappear from videos around the whole j* era .
i think garrett made a choice when he thought about who he was hanging around with and whether he needed those people in his life. considering andrew was working for shane at the time still, i imagine it would have been hard? i guess? to just be like “yeah i don’t wanna hang out anymore except you andrew but you’re here like most days anyway”
which obviously in the end when needed, andrew took off too and both garrett and andrew created their own empire without shane lmao.
looking back, i don’t think shane even liked garrett that much. as much of an “empath” that he says he is (it gives me such bad second hand embarrassment to even write that lol) he really didn’t give a fuck about garrett. and people would and probably still do, argue that that’s just their level of friendship! lightly bullying your friend but knowing the bondries as to not ever really hurt their feelings.
but shane always pushed that boundary. he was downright cruel to garrett in some instances. and it’s not just the “harry potter is lame” jokes that garrett actually mentioned kinda suck, which they do! but garrett was treated like the comic relief in the group, because in shane’s little bubble he wanted everyone to be what he wanted to be.
you had shane: the hero of the story.
ryland: the sassy back talking witty one (though ryland has the personality and the wit of a broom so that didn’t really work did it)
andrew: the sweet, middle ground, quiet one.
morgan: the clutz thats hastag relatable
and then you have: garrett. the idiot fool who bumbles around, making a scene wherever he goes and is practically babysat by everyone else.
one thing that fucking IRKS me about this is that if you watch garrett’s videos, you know he’s goofy, funny, an insanely fun person. but he’s far from being an idiot. shane couldn’t have someone else besides himself (in his own mind) being funny AND clever (again, in his own mind) so he belittled him and acted like he was a burden to have to lumber around all the time, rather than just a silly, goofy friend that would joke around a lot.
one part of a video was when they were at an airport (i think they were going to Texas) and andrew and garrett are goofing off as they put benjamin in the bag and ryland literally goes “we’re all waiting, garrett,” with this.. snarky, shameful tone. AS IF THEY HAVENT ALL EMBARRESED EACH OTHER IN PUBLIC BEFORE like UGH the whole fucking bunny video makes my blood boil i can’t even get into it it makes me too mad lmao.
so i think garrett definitely decided at some point that he didn’t want to take that kind of abuse anymore, and i definitely think andrew saw it as well - because andrew and garrett were friends way before shane came along, so to me, i feel like andrews priorities always were always with garrett, and if garrett were to leave, i think andrew knew he’d leave to, job or no job, he cared more about his friends than money and fame (looking at you shane ryland and morgan)
shane doesn’t care about his friends or his “loved ones” or any of the people around him. he cares about money and fame and numbers and attention, even if it’s the negative kind. he’d joke that he KNEW he was treating garrett like shit and he’d use that as fuel to keep going, because he knew it drew more people in. plus, i feel like shane knew how popular garrett was getting. his channel exploded and he started making videos and people LOVED him. rightly so lol. nearly half the comments were about garrett; something he said and did, and rather than be excited for his “friend” shane took his anger out on him, almost, and again this is just my opinion, but in a way.. to control garrett.
i think it’s only human to think certain things, and i wonder if garrett had any worries that all his growing success and attention was because of shane and not because of himself. i wonder if maybe, deep down, he had some kind of fear that if he left, his subs would leave too. but obviously, he took the plunge, and everyone stayed and shane’s channel went up in flames lmao
garrett is one of those youtubers i think is very genuine. whilst everyone wears a certain mask online, which is fine, i feel like garrett’s is very thinly veiled. what you see is what you get with him, and the fact that his personality was used as an emotional punching bag by people he trusted and cared about, is really awful.
and i don’t fault him for sticking around shane. we’ve all witnessed toxic friendship/relationships, and im sure a lot of people understand how HARD it is to just get up and walk away. i think garrett tried his best to help shane and make him a better person, but i think it reached his limit, and he had a talk with andrew and they made the mutual desicion to move on without the rest of them.
AND THEYRE KILLING IT TOGETHER!!! i mean, fuck morgan for trying to shift blame on them for leaving, and fuck shane for obvious reasons and fuck ryland for no other reason that i hate him with an inch of my soul GOD he’s so fucking boring to look at. where’s the flavour???
i personally do not think that the nature of their friendship is something garrett is ever going to casually mention or make a sit down video about. i think the only information we’ll get is from shane’s pov either rather snarkily through rylands podcast or if shane ever attempts to come back to youtube, he might just mention them in passing OR they’ll all eventually all break the mutual on social media and that’ll be that. i feel like shane is the kind of person that won’t outright say anything on his own channel to hurt andrew or garrett because he’ll still want to keep up his uwu soft boy personality, but my god i can practically hear the fucking snide comments they’ll make on the podcast that don’t outright namedrop them, but they’ll probably make comments about “fake friends” or some shit like that, and all the brainless shane stans will use that as an excuse to be leave nasty comments on garrett and andrew’s stuff like they already do. so i guess we’ll just have to wait and see and know that hopefully andrew and garrett are prepared for any hate they’ll no doubt be receiving once shane tries to force his way back into the circle again.
so yeah, that’s my long answer lol. i don’t know if there was a discussion between them all but i have a feeling garrett just went away and kinda faded them out, and obviously im guessing there were conversations with andrew and shane since technically he worked for him, but yeah, there’s no way they’re all good friends behind the scenes. and im so fucking fine with that because andrew and garrett were 100% the reason i used to watch shane’s videos, and i’m glad they removed themselves from such a toxic environment where they went off and found success together without needing money or fame or any drama attached.
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IronDad Bingo Fic #3
Trope: Protective Tony
Tony sighed dramatically and pressed the palm of his hand to his face in exasperation. This kid was going to drive him insane. “I can't believe I actually have to tell you this… No, you cannot test your new ‘venomous’ webs on yourself.”
Peter rolled his eyes and Tony had the sudden urge to give him a light smack upside the head for being ridiculous and teenager-y, but he couldn't do that… because Peter wasn't there in the lab with him. The kid was face-calling him from school for some God-knows reason, claiming to be bored in study hall with no homework to do to pass the time.
“Whatever. Are you picking me up today?” Peter questioned, fiddling with the earbuds in his ear, then dropping his gaze to pick at some tape stuck to his desk with his fingernails, looking bored and tired as he propped his elbow on the desk and rested his cheek in his hand.
“I thought you were spider-manning today,” Tony hummed, looking down at his own desk, examining the guts of his most recent project sprawled across the surface.
“Well, yeah, but um…” Peter paused, looking up at the phone with a sheepish laugh, and Tony should know, because Peter was sheepish a lot.
His eyes narrowed when he picked up on the nervous tone lined with faux amusement in an attempt to lighten the mood. He lifted his head to look at Peter and glared, because what could he have possibly done this time?
“What did you do?” He questioned calmly, narrowing his eyes, leaving no room for debate because the obnoxious child would most certainly try to veer around it if given the opportunity.
“I didn't die…” Is what the kid decided to start with.
No wonder he, the child's mentor, had so many grey hairs.
“And?” Tony prodded, becoming increasingly more desperate for answers the more Peter screwed his face up into pure humiliation and resentment.
“And I didn't get hurt… bad.”
“Oh God, kid. What. Did. You. Do??”
He saw Peter's gaze flicker around his classroom silently, as if looking for eavesdroppers before bowing his head and dropping his voice to a soft whisper.
“I might have tore up my suit on the last night’s patrol.”
“The multimillion dollar one?”
Tony tried not to sound panicked, because the kid was fine. He was sitting right there, painless, and joyful. There was nothing wrong. But goodness, that stirring in his gut started again, and the taste in his mouth went really, really sour. Why did he have to choose the reckless, teenage vigilante to mentor? He could have gone for one of the older, more mellow ones. One of the ones that weren’t reckless and stupid, and all around crazy. The ones that wouldn't give him so much stress and panic at all hours of the day.
“Peter,” he grit out slowly, “What. Did. You. Do?”
He tried repeating the question again. Maybe Peter would get the hint and answer it right that time.
“There was a dude, and he had a lot of knives. And I mean a lot-”
Tony didn't like where it was headed, but then there was another voice speaking, and it took precedence over current revelation he was slowly squeezing out of his spiderkid. It was an obnoxiously loud, teasing tone growing louder with each syllable while it drew closer to Peter. Tony didn't like the voice, or the words used in the least. He most definitely didn’t like the notification he received on his watch when Peter’s heart rate spiked a substantial amount.
“Who you talking to Penis?” The boy taunted.
Tony's back stiffened and his gaze hardened as he turned to look at the screen intently, searching for the source of the voice. He couldn't find it, because Peter had already laid his phone flat on the desk to hide both parties from the other, giving Tony a perfect view of a completely black screen with his frowning face reflecting back at him in the top corner.
“Peter.” He pressed sternly, “Peter, who is that?”
Peter didn't answer him, instead he answered the boy who taunted him, and being the smart spider he was, he didn't use a name to address him. Sometimes Tony hated how smart his kid was.
“Nobody of concern to you,” he stammered out. “Just leave me alone.”
“What, you embarrassed or something?” The boy taunted even more, his voice dropping between the lines of smug and demeaning.
Tony was seething, and his grip on the screwdriver tightened.
“Peter! So help me, you better tell me who this kid is. What's he doing? Is this the kid that hit you last week? He better not lay a hand on you-”
Peter still didn't answer.
“Is it your boyfriend or something, Penis? I saw you grinning and whispering like a little girl. Who is it??” The kid prodded, his voice growing clearer to Tony as his face apparently drew closer and closer to the microphone on Peter's headphones.
“No-no, it's not my-my boyfriend!” Peter insisted, sounding small and wrecked as he tried to get rid of his tormentor. “Just-just leave me alone.”
“What're you gonna do?” The boy continued to taunt, “you gonna stick your ol’ pal Tony Stark on me for bullying his little boy-toy of an intern?”
“THAT’S IT!!” Tony shouted, throwing down his screwdriver angrily onto the table, resulting in a loud clang and series of crashes and shatters as it tumbled across the parts on his desk. “PETER! I swear you better tell me who this little prick is before I blast over there and take care of this myself.”
He swore he heard Peter swallow nervously. He wasn’t sure if it was because of him, or the bully patronizing him, but he didn’t care. Nobody messed with his kid like that.
“Oh, I can hear him getting all angry,” the kid mused, laughter in his voice. “What’s he saying? Is your boyfriend upset that I’m messing with his favorite little-”
“Flash,” Peter’s voice wavered dangerously, “I really, really think you might want to stop talking now.”
Tony felt mildly triumphant at the name given to him. It obviously wasn’t his ‘legal’ name, and if it was then goodness that kid’s parents must have been on drugs, but it still gave him something to work with.
Peter felt a smidgen of relief when his mentor stopped badgering him in his ear and he released a breath as he turned to look at Flash with a serious, calm expression. He lowered his voice to a whisper, in hopes that Tony would miss his next words over the loud, determined clickety-clack of his keyboard.
“Flash,” he whispered softly, garnering the confused and slightly wary boy’s expression, “you really, really should have stopped talking.”
“Wha-what?” Flash scoffed indignantly. “Was that supposed to be a threat, Penis?”
“No!” He replied immediately, shaking his head emphatically. “I just meant…”
He chewed on his lip worriedly, hoping for some excuse to come to him. Any excuse would work. Anything that would make Flash go away and prevent Tony from flying all the way from the Tower to beat the crap out of him, because if Flash opened his mouth again, Tony might just do it. Then, an idea hit him. One that would make Flash sit down and shut up and one that would appease the angry Tony on the other end of the line and potentially even distract him enough to blow if all off as fun-looking teasing.
“My-my Dad’s the one on the phone,” he screwed his mouth into an apologetic grimace at the way Flash’s face paled. The bully tried to make it seem like it didn’t faze him, but it was obvious that the admission didn’t settle well in his stomach.
He could also hear the keyboard clicking stop, and he knew Tony was listening.
“Kid, what?”
But Peter ignored it, swallowed down the minute embarrassment at Tony hearing him refer to him as ‘my Dad’, and went along.
“He’s um, now he’s kinda pissed. And-yeah. You really should have stopped talking.”
“Wha?” Flash spluttered, reeling back at the insinuation Peter was making. Then, after a moment of reflection, the boy’s face contorted into an angry scowl and an accusing finger was jabbed into his chest.
It took Peter by surprise, because he wasn't expecting for Flash to attack him when he knew his ‘dad' was on the phone, listening.
“What are you even talking about you little liar? Your parents are dead. You’ve been a sad little orphan for years. Stop lying about everything. You don’t know Spider-man, you don't know Tony Stark, and you don’t have parents who love you. None of that is true no matter how much you want it to be.”
Well, that plan sure did burn and fail. And Tony was back at it, spiraling through another one of his little conniption fits. Peter couldn’t help but wince at the high-pitched screech of the genius launching into a long string of various, foul curses, some Peter had never even heard of before.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m coming over there right now,” the man seethed after finishing with his little tantrum. Then, Peter heard the distinct sound of repulsors and the call immediately cut off.
He panicked, full on panicked. Because oh god, Tony Stark was coming to his school to tell of his bully. Oh god. It was actually happening.
“Oh, no. No-no-no-no,” He grabbed his phone frantically and stared dubiously at the lingering icon of him and Tony smiling in a picture. “Oh god.” He finally relented, dropping the device back onto the desk and cradling his face in his hands, wishing desperately it weren’t true.
Flash obviously wasn’t very sure how to digest the look on Peter’s face. He just sorta stared at him with a confused, yet irritated, lilt to his brow; not quite sure how to proceed.
“Flash, oh god, you gotta get out of here.” Peter pressed, standing from his seat, and trying to usher the bully away. The teacher certainly didn’t care, because she left the room long ago. The bully wouldn't be missed. He just had to GO, now.
“What the heck, Penis? What do you think you’re doing? Get your hands off of me!” Flash slapped his hands away and gave him a good shove backwards, but Peter didn’t let it faze him. He couldn’t let Tony kill one of his classmates, because that’s exactly what was going to happen if Flash were still here when Tony came barging in, blasters ready.
“You don’t understand,” Peter backpedaled, pleading for the bully to listen to him. “He’s coming. He’s coming to the school, and he’s going to kill you! He's going to legit kill you!”
By then, they’ve garnered the attention of the rest of their classmates, and they looked up at the pair in confusion.
Flash seemed worried, but quickly built up the facade of unperturbed as he laughed in Peter’s face.
“Who? Your imaginary dad? That’s a bit pathetic. Even for you Parker.”
“No, it’s worse,” Peter squeaked helplessly.
That admittance just got another laugh out of Flash, and a few of the other students joined in.
“It’s Tony Stark,” Peter whispered frantically, desperate for Flash to understand the deep, dark hold he had just dug himself into. “I was on the phone with Tony Stark.”
For a second it looked like Flash actually believed him, but he brushed it off with a roll of his eyes and another accusatory finger jabbed into Peter’s chest.
“You’re just a dirty, fat, little liar looking for attention. That’s all you are you dork. Stop lying, stop making up these ridiculous stories, because nobody believes you.”
When Flash said that, Peter frowned and took a moment to reflect, asking himself why exactly he was trying to protect his bully. In fact, he should be happy that his mentor was coming down to set things straight, and it'd definitely shut everyone up about the internship. Why should he be so upset?
So, Peter rolled with it, sighing, and dropping his head, wearing a smug little grin. If Flash was too dense to listen to him… it wouldn’t be his fault, because he tried. He tried warning him, but he didn’t listen. Not his fault. He was done putting up with the jerk. It’d be nice to see a bit of fear in his eyes; give him a bit of humility… Goodness, that sounded terribly cruel of him…
“Whatever Flash,” he relented, narrowing his eyes challengingly, “just remember that I warned you.” He was the one to jab his finger in Flash’s chest that time.
“I’ll give you one last warning to make it a little clearer. Tony Stark is coming here, to kill you, because you messed with me. Well, not literally kill... more like, mentally and emotionally scar for life...” He smirked triumphantly and crossed his arms over his chest at Flash’s terrified, befuddled expression that quickly spread across his face when he came to the heart-stopping realization that Parker was not, in fact, lying. “So… if I were you… I’d start running.”
For a second, Flash looked as if he might have done just that, but it was too late.
The door swung wide open, and in strut a seething, red faced Tony Stark with his suit disengaged, waiting idle a few feet beyond the doorway.
“Where’s this little prick?”
Flash paled at the sight of him, and Peter was happy to point him out.
What was the use in having an overprotective Dad if you didn't take advantage of it from time to time, right?
This one was kinda fun to write :) Thx, @scaredhuman88 and @annofarkansas for requesting it, and thank you @irondadbingo again for setting this whole thing up. It’s crazy fun :D
Um, yeah, besides that, I’m sorry if Peter seems a bit OOC when it comes to confronting Flash, I just love the idea of Peter putting him in his place because the little prick really deserves it.
Thx for reading :)
#irondad#irondad fic#fanfiction#peter parker#peter parker gets bullied a lot#and his dad tony really doesn't like it#tony stark#tony stark is so done with peter parker#peter is a total gen z#spiderson#spiderson loves his irondad#protective tony stark#bullying#flash thompson#flash being put in his place
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28 Detentions Later
It was Friday, and it was the end of school. While most kids were going home, the other kids stayed because they had detention, well some other kids had to stay because they had clubs, Lisa was in one of those clubs. Bart was there because of a prank that ended up having one teacher in a full body cast, Milhouse was there as well since he was with Bart when the prank was going on. Nelson, Jimbo, Dolph, and Kearney was there because bullying of course. There was one last student there, the kids in the class find her mysterious, creepy, and insane. She was wearing a dark gray beanie, she had a white shirt with blue sleeves, red pants, dark pink shoes, her hair was brown and had some blue streaks. Her name was Hailey. Why was she there exactly? Well, let's just say that one kid had to go to the hospital because of her. Why she did it? She heard that kid said something awful about someone she loves. She also did that so she can be with the person who she loved, when he finally came into the classroom, she was really happy to see him. He however wasn't that happy actually, he was more tired. "Darn it, why do you have to misbehave all the time? Why can't you just behave for once? If you behaved, you could of just stayed at home and do stuff like playing video games, watching some movies, having pizza, drinking a lot of soda and eating a lot of candy. But no, you had to do awful things today. It's the weekend for crying out." The male principal sighed. "I'm only here because I love you, Seymour!" Hailey replied. "Well, stop doing bad things then! Okay?" Seymour took off what was part of his suit revealing the lavender shirt he wears with the rose petal pink tie, he was feeling a little hot right now. When he started getting bored, he started doodling, one of those doodles had some kangaroos, and there was even one where he apparently drew one character from My Little Pony what seem to be Fluttershy. Hailey got up from her desk without Seymour noticing, then she started looking at the pictures he was making. "those look really good!" She said as he jumped. "What the- thank you, but please get back to your desk. just because you gave me a compliment, doesn't mean you're gonna get out of any detentions for getting out of your desk. But really, thank you though. You still have detention, but since you're really nice to me, then you can go use your phone to pass the time, listen to some music, watch some videos, or play some games on there." Seymour replied. Then she went back to her desk and went on her phone to make a few drawings on there since she has a drawing app on her phone. Milhouse wasn't feeling so good right now, he felt like he was gonna vomit. "P-Principal Skinner? Can I go to the bathroom?" Milhouse said weakly. Seymour looked at the blue haired boy and noticed that he looked sick. "Dear God! Go straight to the nurse, young man! you don't look well at all! And if she says you're sick, you have to go straight home." then Milhouse left the classroom to go to the nurse. "Wow, He really convinced Skinner. Although I wonder how he was able to make himself look so pale. It was like he really looked sick." Said Jimbo. "Excuse me? but that didn't look like makeup or anything, young man! I think he was actually sick because he looked like a walking corpse! I think he was gonna throw up right there and just collapsed! Besides, he isn't that talented with makeup." Seymour replied.
Milhouse was on his way to the nurse, then he opened the door to meet Lunch Lady Doris dressed as a nurse. "yeah, before you ask, I'm a nurse as well because I get two paychecks for this." She said as Milhouse was confused. "So what's the problem?" "I feel like I'm gonna pu-" Milhouse started vomiting everywhere, This Startled Doris. After Milhouse finally stopped puking, he fall down on the puke covered floor face flat. "Oh my god! Get up! Hello?!?" then Milhouse slowly got up and Doris was relieved. "oh thank god, I gotta tell your parents to pick you u-AAAAAAAAAP!!!" Doris screamed as Milhouse jumped on her.
Bart was completely bored in the classroom, he couldn't do anything right now. Nelson was asleep, Jimbo was whispering with Dolph and Kearney about their plans to escape detention, and Hailey was listening to music while drawing a lot of pictures. They suddenly heard someone screaming, then Lisa ran into the classroom and slammed the door shut, locking it. "LISA! WHAT THE HECK?" Seymour started panting. "It's Milhouse! he's eating everyone alive!" Lisa screamed. "Lisa, I expect this stuff from Bart, but I don't expect you to make stuff like that up. And Milhouse is probably home already. So I'm just gonna unlock this door and you will go right back to your club while I go to the bathroom, I did drank a lot of grape juice." Seymour unlocked the door and Milhouse was standing there. "Milhouse? you're supposed to go home..." Milhouse started getting closer, Hailey saw this and pulled out a gun from her backpack just in case something awful happens. She only has a gun in there in case someone starts a school shooting. "Milhouse?" then Milhouse jumped at him, only to be shot in the face by Hailey. Seymour was completely frozen in fear, he didn't know how to respond to what just happened. He didn't have to go to the bathroom anymore since his pants were completely soaking wet now after witnessing a student getting shot in front of him. Nelson would of done his usual "haw haw" when something embarrassing happens to someone, but after seeing Milhouse getting shot, he didn't know what to do anymore. Bart was silent for a moment, then he started charging at Hailey but then Lisa grabbed him so he couldn't attack her. "YOU KILLED MY FRIEND! YOU MONSTER!" Bart screamed at the top of his lungs as he tried to get out of Lisa's grip. "He was a flesh eating zombie you idiot. didn't you see the blood on him?" Hailey replied. "YEAH, AFTER YOU SHOT HIM YOU JERK!" then Seymour snapped out of it and saw what was going on. "ENOUGH! EVERYONE CALM DOWN! I KNOW SOMEONE JUST GOT SHOT, BUT STOP IT!" everyone stopped except Hailey because she wasn't really doing anything right now. They were really surprised when they heard him yelling that loud. "DEAR GOD! ...I don't know what to tell his parents...oh god...but could you guys just stop...I'm already stressed out with what's going on...please stop...I don't think I can take this...any..." then he broke down into tears, all the students were supposed to see him crying. "I HAD TO DEAL WITH BART'S CRAP! I HAD TO DEAL WITH THE ABUSE MY MOTHER GIVES ME! I HAD TO DEAL WITH MY BOSS YELLING AT ME ALL THE TIME! NOW I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS?!? MY LIFE IS ALREADY STRESSFUL!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I JUST WANT THINGS TO BE PERFECT! BUT NO! IT JUST KEEPS BLOWING UP IN MY FACE!" Seymour continued crying while Hailey tries to comfort him. Lisa ran up to the door and locked it just in case. "We can't just stay here right now! There's clearly a zombie apocalypse going on! If we want to survive, we need to shoot the ever living fudge out of those brain eating dummies!" Hailey said as she picks Seymour up. "what the- how are you able to- woah!" Seymour was surprised when Hailey started running with him on her back while she has her backpack on. "we also need to get food! And since money has no meaning right now, everything is free! So I can get all the chocolates and sodas I want! EVERYONE, FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE! and eat a lot of chocolates!" Then she breaks a window with a chair, makes sure there is no more glass shards there, and ran while everyone else even Lisa started following her.
Everything was going great until a bunch a zombies ambushed them. "SCATTER! SCATTER GODDAMN IT!" Then Everyone ran in different directions where the zombies aren't at while Hailey who still had Seymour on her back ran in a different direction as well. When both Hailey and Seymour got cornered by the zombies, Seymour got off her back and started to panic but then she handed him a paddle and took out a shotgun. "Why did you give me a paddle?" Seymour asked. "Ever Watched Shaun of the dead?" Then Seymour jumped when Hailey used the shotgun on the zombies. "kinda, but didn't the other guy used a shovel?" then Hailey shot the other zombie that was about to bite him. "I only have a toy shovel because they were all out of real shovels....but I probably might get a real shovel when we get to the store." Seymour then started to beat the zombies to death with the paddle. When the zombies were all completely destroyed, they continued to get to the store. When they were finally there, Bart, Lisa, Nelson, Jimbo, Dolph and Kearney were surprisingly happy to see them. They got in the store and started to get food, drinks, weapons, and other things. "Now we need to go to a different place so the zombies never find us!" Everyone was confused about what Hailey said. "But didn't we already-" Before Jimbo could say anything, Hailey looks at him. "Hadn't you watched zombie movies? Hadn't you seen someone's tips on surviving a zombie apocalypse? Sure, stores may be a perfect place, but it's actually not good to stay in stores while there's a zombie apocalypse going on." Said Hailey as she grabbed her backpack and puts it on. "You think the mall's a good idea? I could go for those cinnamon pretzels right now." Bart's stomach growled as he kept thinking about the delicious cinnamon pretzels. "Well, if we lock that place up and don't let any zombies in, then yes! And Seymour, no matter what, don't open it for your mother! She could be a zombie!" Seymour was confused about what she said. "um...okay?..."
They went to the mall, Hailey found a car and started hot wiring it, they were surprised to see her make a car work. "Yeah, I saw some videos that teaches you how to make a car work without a key." Then everyone got in the car, Seymour got in the driver seat, but then a zombie came up and Hailey moved Seymour into the passenger seat and started driving extremely fast and started to run over all the zombies. They finally got to the mall and ran inside, there were surprisingly no one in there, and there weren't any zombies in there either. They then locked the place up, and everything had worked out. No one died and they all lived happily ever after, the end!
"Hold on! that's it? that story didn't make sense!" Jessica shouted. "Is it because you weren't in my great story?" Hailey replied. "Hey! calm down! calm down! The story was kinda great and all, but why are you telling us about it in detention?" Seymour asked. "I just wanted to sure a story that I made to everyone." Said Hailey. "Well, Your story sucked!" Jessica snickered. "Young Lady, just for that, you have detention for five months!" Seymour yelled at Jessica. "I'm already in detention, idiot!" Jessica started laughing. "You flithy pig! I'll kick your ass for calling him an idiot!" Then Hailey punched Jessica in the face. "YES! A FIGHT!" Francine cheered. "HAW HAW! Hailey's stronger then Jessica!" Said Nelson. "Why did you have me die in the story?!?" Then Milhouse joined the fight and got knocked out. "Okay, Calm Down everyone! If you all stop fighting, then I will give you all chocolate bars! And they are all milk chocolate!" Seymour then gave them all chocolate bars. "Here's some chocolate, Seymour-Senpai." Said Hailey as she gave him a big half of her chocolate bar. "Oh, thank you. I honestly wasn't expecting you to give me a huge part of your chocolate." Then Seymour ate the chocolate.
The End....for real this time.
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Tag Game
Tagged by: @theslytherinterran haha thanks for this btw, i really like getting these things cus im just such a needy bish hahaha
Name/Alias: hahahahaha i dont think im ready to give out my real name on tumblr so i have this thing where like i kinda just wanna be called smells instead hahaha. yknow cus of my url? like yknow how mel is short for melody (pond hehe), i want to be called smells because it's short for smelly hahaha
plus i think it's hilarious to be called smells cus i actually am kinda gross irl hahaha
Birthday: Dec 20 🤟😘
Zodiac: Saggitarius... i think? is that even how you spell it? haha lol
Height: 5'5"?? tbh i aint rlly dat sure haha
Hobbies: bingewatching (tv shows, movies, yt vids), writing (fanfics, poems, analysis/posts/captions/thoughts), hanging out in tumblr haha, reading (once in a blue moon, i binge a couple fics on a list or a book that i kept on pause haha), and then lastly, hanging w/ meh doggos hehe 🥰😄🥰😊
Favourite Color: Pink (i wonder if that seems unexpected for me here or nah haha)
Favourite Books:
there's this author in my country, Bob Ong, i think he's pretty much the most mainstream author we have and i fucking love his books. i've only read 2 of them (so far) abnkkbsnplako?! and stainless longganisa but i fucking loved them. they are so relatable n honest n FUNNY n smart n truthful n emotionally resonant. they're basically memoirs n rando thoughts about school and writing. but i honestly really really loved them
Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover - whew holy shit this book was a doozy for me. one, she's like only the 2nd fem author i've read (i'm not much of a reader if i'm being honest, dont have the patience for it), it is such an emotional love story with great characters and it had me saying i love you to the loved ones in my life after reading it (but that may or may not have to do with the fact that i just have a lotta repressed emotions that this book, and sleep deprivation from binging it, managed to wring out of me haha). it's also pretty funny n quirky n cool n haha it's the first time i read a sex scene that wasn't on fanfic haha
A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket (aka Daniel Handler irl) - i. love. these. books. they are so freaking smart and funny and amusing and lemony snicket's voice is just so effing good. i havent read all of them tho. an unfortunate mistake that i still feel guiltyabout to this day haha lol
Last song listened to: when i first started answering this, it was Euphoria by uhh jung kook is it? tbh i only listened to it cus kat and ethan's romantic confession was literal goals haha. but then i listened to vacation by the gogos while writing this probs cus i was lssing to it after ffh haha
Last movie watched: i thought the last movie i watched was endgame too (every time i watch it is a memorable af experience) but i am just now remembering it's actually mamma mia hahaha. i've rewatched that film so many goddamned times already it literally just slipped my mind haha. and then after putting this on pause, i watched like 3 romcoms (10 things i hate about you, begin again, and half of flipped haha)
Inspiration for muse: hhmm well i think it usually happens when i read/watch something and then my mind fixates on how my ship could be applied to that as well haha dunno
Dream Job: comedian-writer-director haha
Meaning behind my URL: hahaha ngl i kinda feel like i've been waiting for someone to ask me this ever since i came up with it hahaha. like the explanation has just been sitting in the back of my mind for so long and now i can finally explain the quirky cute weird insanity that is my url haha.
each word is related to something significant from a fandom of mine
smelly is from smelly cat from friends, phoebe's infamous song haha
cinnamon is rajesh koothrapali's adorable lil dog (CINNAMON, MY LITTLE LAMB CHOP 😂😂🤣) from the big bang theory
thundah, i think, is from cat in the hat. where the cat has thing 1 and thing 2 and thing 2's nickname is chocolate thundah hahaha (overcompensating with the nicknames because of he's number 2 hahaha)
and lastly fudge is from how i met your mother because marshall erikson calls himself/is called big fudge and subsequently judge fudge hahahaha <3
and thus smellycinnamonthundahfudge was born. i have no idea what past me was thinking hahaha. i think i was trying to be all WEIRD AND QUIRKY YAY which i think i succeeded at haha cus i was finally going to join tumblr. i also have a hard on for references that i wonder if ppl will get or nah hahaha. plus i really like its flow, like you can say it really quickly despite it being long af hahaha
imma just tag familiar faces around here haha (yknow the gist, do wat u wanna do, im not forcin u or anythin)
@mytamakomysookee and @hello-em75 (the first pips i actually chatted with when i first got here hehe), @suplosers (the first one ever to tag me in something like this hehe) and then just a buncha pips i've seen around here somewhere... cant really place you, u guys just seem familiar enough haha lol @you-guys--are-losers @the-real-illi-vanilli @nicehandsfeet @justaleapoffaith @jennifer7585 @orntrnk @mllefangirl @dhallia @untitledandrandom @spiderman-homecomeme @kanakalala458 @xfandemoniumx @justanotherfangirlpassingthrough @justlookatthosesausages @bubbleuwu @timey-wimey-drew @ironchilddragon @walkingcherrysoul @sexylordpalpatine @ohthedreamsofeuphoria @mattsavocados @missjordie @across-the-pond
and finally @tare8chan even tho you've not just been tagged to this already (by the same person who tagged me for that matter), you managed to finish this before i tagged ya hahaha darn
this was so effing long and sharey i dunno maybe i was just bored or on a confident streak hahahaha lol
well i think the lesson here is that i'm a very intense person with a lot of feels. thanks to anyone who actually read this entire thing for some reason haha. i know my intensity can be really offputting sometimes but eh pips gon be hu pips gon be. dey cant help it
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Blaine and Nick’s Day Out
“YAY YAY YAY! I hate being stuck in the house!” Nick cheered, clambering into the back seat of Blaine’s car. “This is the longest summer ever, Dad.”
“Well, once school starts back you’ll be saying it was he quickest summer ever.” Blaine said, turning and watching to make sure Nick buckled his seat belt.
“I’m gonna do it.” Nick said impatiently.
“I know but I’m verifying.” Blaine said—this was their routine. Nick would protest, huff that he didn’t need to be observed, but would eventually do it.
Nick clicked his belt in and then blinked at Blaine with big hazel eyes. “Can we go now?”
“Where do you want to go? Taylor’s bookstore first?”
“I dunno. Maybe last because Grampa bought me and Zachy books last weekend when we were out with him. Something better might come up.”
Blaine snorted. “We can still go to the bookstore even if we do something better first.”
“YAY!” Nick clapped.
“I wish he’d take me and buy me all the books.” Blaine pouted—teasingly, of course.
Sweetly enough, any time Blaine took a vacation from work Bob always did give him a gift card to a bookstore… or even if it was just a Visa one, Blaine always knew what it was for (and that Bob probably hadn’t had time to make it to an actual bookstore). Whether flying or driving to the spot, Kurt never let him drive… so books were helpful. Especially when the kids were asleep and he could actually concentrate.
“He says he spends enough on you at work on your lunches, Dad.” Nick giggled and kicked out his legs. “Did you know Gramma and Grampa are taking Zachy and I to see a soccer game with Miles?”
“Did you know Brady used to play soccer?”
“Yeah! You did too! And Sammy played baseball and Grampa played basketball and Daddy was a cheerleader and did football.”
“Well Daddy didn’t do either very long.” Blaine corrected. “Remember? He mostly sang at glee club.”
“Oh yeah! His voice is pretty.” Nick tilted his head. “Ryan says boys voices don’t usually sound pretty but he likes Daddy’s voice and thinks it’s pretty too. And Ryan’s mommy and daddy are really nice to me and Zach and I got confused.”
“What did you get confused about?” Blaine laughed.
“Well we were talking about soccer and now we’re talking about this and this happens to me a lot.” Nick rambled.
“You told me about Gramma and Grampa taking you to a soccer game. I think he did tell me. That’s very nice of him.” Blaine said although he knew for a fact that it was happening—Bob always ran stuff by he and Kurt before mentioning it to the boys (even though they had both assured him he didn’t need to do that).
“Yeah it’s ‘cause he’s a grampa.” Nick nodded.
“So… what do you want to do today?”
“Uhmmm…” Nick looked thoughtful. “Did you know Matt is my teacher? You did, right?”
“Yes.” Blaine laughed. Because Nick was always distracted—although he didn’t have ADHD supposedly. Kurt and Blaine weren’t so sure they believed that. “He has been for three months, Pooh Bear.”
“Yeah. I like him as a Matt and as a teacher Matt.” Nick shrugged. “He even has a little couch and we all take turns sitting on it when he reads and then we do art and at recess he’ll play with everyone too. Even the mean kids. Oooh, and Adrian made us all cookies and read a book once. It was awesome.”
Blaine turned in his seat to look back at him and smiled. “Decided where we’re going first yet?”
“Fire museum ‘cause I wanna be a fireman!” Nick exclaimed, bouncing in his seat. “Fire museum!”
“We went a couple of months ago. Are you sure you don’t want to do something new?”
“No! Fire Museum and… and then the ferry because I love it so muuuuch and then the art museum and then Auntie Taylor!” Nick clapped and then added slowly, “Please?”
“That might be a tall order. It’s a good thing I know you and left at eight in the morning for this very reason.” Blaine laughed.
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“So don’t forget we have to see how many Snoopy and Charlie Brown’s we can find.” Blaine said, leading Nick into the Children’s Museum of the Arts.
Zach wasn’t too much into art but on Daddy Day Outs, Nick and Sophie both asked often to go. Not only could you see other children’s art and cool exhibits (which Sophie loved), you could also make your own art and do your own projects (which Nick loved).
Mostly, Blaine got a kick out of seeing some ridiculous art that you could only love because it came from a kid.
“Dad, what does that say?” Nick asked, pointing of a mural of Snoopy and a tall yellow figure behind a red box.
“It says ‘Psychiatric help % cents’ on the top and says ‘The doctor is out’ on the bottom.”
“But, Dad, Snoopy is there. So he’s not out.” Nick pointed out.
“Maybe Lucy is the doctor today?”
“So, he’s the fake doctor?” Nick asked, looking confused. He then exclaimed, “LEGOS!”
Blaine smiled as a few of the worker’s laughed. Nick was always making people crack up in public—and in private, too. “Look at all of those postcards kids drew. Want to see?”
“Nah. I just want to get messy.” Nick shrugged. “Can we go to the clay bar? And the south booth? But not the quiet room because it’s scary.”
Blaine laughed loudly. “They won’t even let you step in there anymore, Nicky.”
“Yeah but Zachy likes it in there.”
“Do you still love soccer?” Blaine asked.
“Duh. I’m gonna be like you only better ‘cause I’m not going to quit after school. I’m gonna do it forever!” Nick nodded eagerly.
“That’s a lot of soccer but you’re really good, so I’m sure you can do it.” Blaine smiled, steering him into the clay room.
There were already a couple of kids in there, but Nick went to a spot where there weren’t people and struggled to get onto the bench.
Blaine scooped him up, placed him in the seat, and then sat next to him.
“I don’t think Zachy likes it as much as I do.”
“No. I think you’re right but he still wants to play for now.” Blaine nodded as Nick pulled over several colors of clay, beginning to create… something?
“Sometimes people are mean to him and it’s stupid. Just ‘cause he’s quiet doesn’t mean it’s bad.” Nick said. “That’s what Grampa said… and Grandpa.”
“But you take up for him.”
“Yeah ‘cause he and Ryan are my best friends.” Nick nodded eagerly.
“Ryan’s nice to him?” Blaine asked—he assumed, but it never hurt to ask.
“Duh!” Nick gave him a very ‘Kurt’ look. “Dad, if Zach looks like you and Sophie looks like Daddy, why do I look like me?”
“Because not everybody can look the same or it’d be pretty boring.” Blaine shrugged.
“Sometimes kids ask me and I don’t know what to say.” Nick mimicked his shrug. “I look like my mom, don’t I?”
“Yeah.” Blaine said after hesitating.
“Ryan says we probably know her. Do we?”
“Why don’t we talk about that when you’re a little bit older?” Blaine asked. “You do know her but she’s not really your mom. Remember? She helped carry you so Daddy and I could have and love you.”
“Does she not love me?” Nick looked confused.
“Not in the way Daddy and I love you.” Blaine said, grabbing some clay of his own.
“And she can’t take me away?”
“No. No, no, no.” Blaine shook his head. “You are mine and Daddy’s. Same with Zachy and Sophie… but this day is supposed to be all about you. Nobody else.”
“Is it kinda like you and Grampa?”
“Mmmmh…. Well, not exactly.” Blaine said. “Because Grampa and Gramma adopted me but the person who carried you just did that for us. So, you’re ours. It’s a little different from adoption.”
“But you get to keep us all, right?”
“If someone tried to take you away, Nicky, they would bring you back.” Blaine laughed. “Sorry to break it to you.”
“That’s rude.” Nick pouted. “Can we go see Auntie Taylor now? And can we get cheesecake and not tell Daddy?”
“What? Do you want him to kill me? Blaine laughed, setting the clay he’d been messing with back on the table and standing.
“No! It’ll be our secret!” Nick looked at him like he was insane. (Try and tell Blaine that Nick didn’t take after Kurt—he dared you.)
“You don’t know what a secret is, Nicky.” Blaine laughed, leading him out of the museum.
“Cheesecake?”
“Fine. Just don’t tell Sophie either, okay? I don’t know what it is with Hummels.”
“Can you not tell Daddy that I asked about our mom?” Nick asked as Blaine held open the back door of his car for Nick to climb into.
“I think we’ll all have a talk about it soon, okay?” Blaine asked, bending and kissing the top of his head.
“You guys never keep secrets.” Nick sighed.
“Nope. Sorry.” Blaine smiled. “But you knew that when you told me.”
“Yeah.” Nick nodded. “Can I at least get an extra book for my trouble?”
“Are you sure you aren’t Kurt’s?”
Nick giggled.
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Monday Night Raw 5/20/19 Review
We opened with Heyman and Lesnar, who still has that briefcase for some reason. Apparently the two planned this when they saw Zayn beat Strowman on Raw last week. And I guess Lesnar was actually in that match, because of some negotaitions backstage, and I’m glad they addressed it. Heyman cut a really good promo about how both world champions should be paranoid. Seth Rollins then came out. Rollins insulted Lesnar for being a terrible champion. He challenged Lesnar to cash in the contract now, which Heyman desperately tried to stop from happening. But Heyman basically just said that it wouldn’t happen, because Rollins is on their time. Heyman kinda insulted Rollins by saying that he didn’t main event Wrestlemania while his girlfriend, Becky Lynch, did. I didn’t know they were dating, so that was lovely to hear. I’m a sucker for wrestling couples. Anyway, Heyman said that Lesnar may cash in on Kofi as well, because Rollins isn’t worthy of being in the ring with Lesnar. Kingston came out, and said that he doesn’t mind fighting Lesnar, and even challenged him. Heyman said that since both champions were asking Brock for a match, which kinda makes him more important than both titles. He didn’t cash in, but he said that he might at any point in the night.
Backstage, Kingston and Rollins talked to Triple H about what they’d be doing later, which was them teaming up for the main event against Bobby Lashley and Baron Corbin. Ugh.
Grade: B. Super good promo, but it didn’t actually give us anything new. I always love to hear Heyman on the mic, and I like that dynamic where Brock is so important that both champions want to fight him. Its interesting. Honestly, Brock having the title is exciting, because he is an exciting talent. I want to see where this ends up going. Personally, I think Kofi is gonna get his ass beat by Lesnar, because he has a fairytale story that is worth ruining to get Brock over more. Hopefully, that’ll be later rather than sooner.
Then we had Braun Strowman vs. Sami Zayn. Zayn ran away before the match could even start. They brawled a bit backstage, and Zayn got his ass beat. Strowman was face to face with Bobby Lashley, but they did not come to blows. Strowman literally carried Zayn back to the ring. Zayn kinda had the advantage by the time the match actually started, but Strowman flattened him and hit a running powerslam for the win.
Grade: B+. This whole segment was super fun. Zayn’s acting here, where he was just ridiculously terrified of Bruan was entertaining. I am not usually into this, but the way that Sami sold everything was pretty funny. I don’t think they should make a habit of this kind of thing, but this was good in isolation.
Lars Sullivan then had an interview, which before I even heard I felt was detrimental to his character. Charly seemed really scared, which was good, and then we saw a video package of him since his debut. Charly asked about his goals, but the Lucha House party came out ot interrupt him. They wanted to fight him, and the three of them together were actually able to beat him to the ground. However, one on one he had an advantage. He was able to outlast each other them by waiting for the team to split up and he attacked them one at a time. Sullivan was able to stand tall once again, although not in as dominant a way as at Money in the Bank.
Grade: B-. A discount version of last night, with the added dynamic of the Lucha House Party being able to take down Sullivan when they worked together. But given that I saw it literally last night, I am gonna be a bit harsher.
Next up was Ricochet vs. Cesaro. Cesaro had a new entrance that was very generic. The match happened because Cesaro called Ricochet weak for having his back hurt in the ladder match last night. So naturally Cesaro worked over the back. At one point, Ricochet literally jumped onto Cesaro’s shoulders and then backflipped off of him. That is insane control from both guys. Ricochet hit an awesome suicide dive, but the spot was kinda ruined by the commercial for the secret life of pets ad. Cesaro was able to get the win here with a neutralizer.
Grade: B-. Not a lot of time here, but some pretty good spots. I think that they can do great stuff together if they are given some faith.
Backstage, Charly interviewed AJ Styles about his loss, and he was pretty humble about his loss. Corbin then showed up and they trash talked back and forth, and it ended with AJ slapping Corbin. Corbin just said that he would pay for that, and then the segment just ended.
Roman Reigns then had a promo, but before he could even start, Shane McMahon came out to confront him. Shane said that he was totally done with the Miz, and he said that he was still pissed about how Reigns attacked Vince a while ago. Reigns then said that he wanted to fight Shane tonight, but Shane refused. Instead, Drew McIntyre came out, and just sorta stood next to Shane for the rest of the promo. However, he then said that he accepted the challenge for Super Showdown.
Grade: D+. This was really boring, and they teased McIntyre vs. Reigns (I still have hope that it’ll be good sometime) and then didn’t give it to us. Figured Reigns vs. Shane would happen at some point, but it will proabably suck unless they give it a stip.
Backstage, McIntyre and Shane were walking around backstage, and Miz confronted them. McIntyre kinda said that he would protect Shane, and then Miz challenged McIntyre.
Next up was the Usos vs. The Revival. Wilder jumped Jimmy before the bell, and then beat the living crap out of him. Jey got a huge hot tag and beat down both heels. Jey and Dawson slugged it out in the middle of the ring at one point, culminating in a double superkick and a near fall. On the outside, Wilder nailed Jimmy with a tornado DDT, and then Wilder got hit with a vicious suicide dive.
Grade: B. Almost a B+, but not quite competitive enough. This really is a dream match, and I cannot wait to see them actually able to cut loose. I want to see them pull off a really good match. For now though, this was the match of the night.
Backstage, Alexa Bliss confronted Nikki Cross about losing the ladder match last week. And then the Revival came in and were being annoying, and then the segment ended.
Then came the firefly funhouse, and all it was was the themsong glitching out a bit.
Then was a moment of Bliss, with Nikki Cross as the guest, as well as Becky Lynch. Lynch was over as hell in this venue. Cross just stood there awkwardly as they talked. Before Lynch could say anything, the Iconics came out. They said she was Becky One Belt, which is still better than most can say. Lynch wasn’t having any of their BS, and actually challenged them to a match for the Women’s Tag Team Championship. Lacey Evans came out and was being mean, and Becky said that she already beat Evans with only half her attention. She then challenged Evans and the Iiconics to a six woman tag. Cross volunteered to be on Lynch’s team, and Becky said that Alexa would also join. Alexa tried to protest, but Lynch told her to stand around and look pretty. I laughed out loud.
Grade: B+. Not quite an A- because it was a little too crowded, and everyone else brought the quality down, but Becky was sure as hell on point during this. She was tough, she was funny, and it felt like one of her twitter wars. I missed this Becky
In the actual match, Nikki Cross was in the ring a little bit, but really was only fighting so that Becky could get a hot tag. Evans immediately left when Becky got in the ring. She beat the crap out of the Iiconics, and she beat them with a top rope leg drop. Bliss and Cross celebrated in the ring, but Lynch just walked out and held her title high
Grade: D. I was going to grade this and the promo at the same time, but this match sucked. The only reason that it got some points in my book was that Becky really shined, and there were some funny moments, like Alexa just drinking coffee on the outside and one point when Becky hit Billie Cay really hard, and Royce yelled her named, followed immediately by a huge “oof” because Becky Knocked her off the apron. Funny, but not good.
Then we had Mick Foley with a huge announcement: the next title in the WWE. He talked about what being a champion meant, and then he brought out the 24/7 title, which is basically a neutered version of the hardcore championship. The crowd knew that too, and they booed. He resorted to saying the name of the city to get a pop.
The inaugeral champion was crowned by a scramble for the belt, and a bunch of the lower card guys ran down to try to get it. Corey was gonna run out and get it, but Cole and Renee told him to sit down. This was just wild and stupid fun, nothing of note really happened. Titus was able to grab it, so he is the first champion. But then Robert Roode ran out and rolled him up, so Robert Roode won it.
Grade: B-. I don’t think the smark in me can give this any higher than a B-. But I loved this to death. It was so dumb and awesome. The promo kinda flopped when it wasn’t the hardcore championship, and I genuinely don’t think that this belt is worth anything, but it is kinda a kick in the ass that will make me want to watch. I think that it’ll be less exciting then the Hardcore championship given the lack of weapon shots to the face and head, but it’ll still be stupid fun.
Next match was Miz vs. McIntyre. I don’t know why this match took place in the dark, but they changed the logo mid show and it made the stadium look a bunch darker. Miz desperately fought against his bigger opponent, trying to take him out at the knees but not really standing much of a chance. Miz continued to work the knee and eventually locked in the figure four for a submission sequence. Miz tried to attack Shane on the outside, but Shane ran away, which allowed him to run back and attack him when the ref’s back was turned. McIntyre followed up with a claymore for the win.
After the match, Shane went for a coast to coast on Miz, but Roman came out to fight him off. He hit McIntyre with a superman punch and stood tall.
Grade: C. This was very meh. Just felt placeholder, and there was no reason for Miz to almost be able to beat McIntyre.
Backstage, Robert Roode ran past Corbin and Lashley, told them they didn’t see him, and then ran again. The rest of the low card chased him, including Drake Maverick, who hurt his back during the scramble cuz Titus threw him out of the ring. He was limping, and just sort of apologized to the heels. I love this belt, it is so dumb.
Samoa Joe then addressed his attack on Rey Mysterio, who apparently was injured during the attack. Basically he said that Mysterio deserved it.
Robert Roode hid inside of R-Truth’s trunk, who was helping him. Then Truth attacked Roode, and won the title. I love this.
And in the main event, Kofi Kingston and Seth Rollins took on Bobby Lashley and Baron Corbin in a no disqualification match. The heels jumped the faces before the bell, and they were tagging in and out for some reason when the match started proper. At one point, Lashley and Corbin were going to superplex Kingston, but Rollins attacked them both with a chair. Kingston was able to get the win with a trouble in paradise.
Immediately after the match, Lashley speared both faces. Brock Lesnar then walked down to the ring, but did not end up cashing in.
Grade: B-. This match was kinda bland, but the no DQ stip was a good change of pace. I liked that, but the match didn’t do much for me. But it was still a cool thing to have in the main event. I definitely never thought that Brock was cashing in, so that didn’t bother me.
Overall Grade: B-, because most of this show was just meh.
Pros: opening promo; strowman squash; usos vs. revival; moment of bliss; 24/7 championship
Cons: shane mcmahon promo; 6-woman tag; Miz vs. McIntyre
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Sister Savior
Request: Yes / no Can I get a sweet pea soup reader where the reader has a twin. And the twin is evil and the black hood mistakes her from the reader. The serpents start believing the red hood even though she did nothing. Until Black hood almost kills her and sweetie gets angry and goes after him. The reader’s twin comes out of hiding and tries to help the reader out by clearing her name. Then the twin dies and grief is to be had. CAN YOU ALSO RISE ALL THE ANGST FROM HELL AND ALL THE FLUFF FROM HEAVEN!!!!!?????❤️ Anon
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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3043
Warnings: Death of a sibling, some cursing.
Y/N: Your Name
Y/N/N: Your Nickname
Y/L/N: Your Last Name
Summary: Having a twin is fun right? Wrong.
A/N: This a little different than what you asked for but I hope you like it!
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When you think of twins you think of two people that look alike right? Well that’s true but I’m sure you don’t think of evil twins because they usually don’t exist, but here in Riverdale anything is possible. My sister had left with our dad when we were 12 and my mother took me with her to Riverdale, so I haven’t seen her in years. Besides the time she came to visit and made my boyfriend break up with me.
I had just gotten home and I noticed my door was open. I pulled out my knife that my boyfriend, Sweet Pea insisted I keep on me incase of Ghoulies. I walked up to the door and pushed it open holding my knife in front of me. There was someone sitting on my couch in the dark. I turned the light on and saw my twin sister that I haven’t seen in 4 years sitting there like she owned the place.
“Sheesh put that thing away.” She said rolling her eyes.
“What are you doing here Maya?” I asked annoyed and put my knife away.
“A sister can’t come visit her twin?” She asked acting all innocent.
“Not after you started doing JJ and made Evan break up with me!” I shouted at her.
“Not my fault no one in this town knows I exist.” She shrugged.
“You could have told him!”
“Oh come on, he was a bore anyway.” She said then smirked.
“Besides it seems like your new guy is a lot more fun.”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I shouted at her with my fist balled.
“Relax sister dear, I’m just gonna have some of that amazing JJ and lay low here for a little while.” She said kicking her feet up on the couch.
“I’m sorry? No you’re not! Get the fuck out and go home!”
“Y/N/N I don’t have a home, dad died.” She said like it was nothing.
“You sure your didn’t kill him?” I asked annoyed.
“No I didn’t kill him! I might have killed some guy that was harassing me when I got into town earlier…” She said with a smile.
“You what!?” I screamed in shock.
“Some drunk asshole was trying to get with me and I just kinda stabbed him a bit.” Maya shrugged.
“Who was this guy?” I growled.
“I don’t know some preppy guy that looked like he didn’t belong, who cares?” She said and my eyes widened.
“You killed a Northsider!?”
“I don’t know, I guess so.” She said sounding bored.
“Are you insane!?” I shouted at her and started pasing.
“Oh relax your precious little head, no one's gonna know it was me.” I shook my head.
“You are crazy!”
“Yeah but I’m your sister so help me out and I’ll just stay here and get some JJ.”
“You stay in here and you are not getting any JJ!” I said crossing my arms.
“We’ll see about that, anyway thanks sis!” She said and flopped onto her stomach ready to fall asleep.
“Whatever I grumbled and went to go walk to my room.
“Where’s mom?” Maya called out before I could make it to my room.
“She left me here alone.” I answered and walked into my room. I got changed and went to bed.
The next day I woke up and my sister wasn’t there, I sighed annoyed but hoped it was all a dream. I turned on the T.V. and went into the kitchen to grab some cereal. I poured some in a bowl and sat on the couch, I turned on the news and there on the screen was ‘Murdered’ in big red letters.
“A teen boy was murdered on the Southside late last night and it isn’t clear if it was the Black Hood or if it was gang activity…” The lady on the news said. I turned the T.V. off and sat there shocked. This was real, last night was real! My sister was back in my life and it was going to be hell.
A month later
It’s been a month and my sister was still here, luckily no one knows she’s here or that I even have a twin and I would really like to keep it that way. She was not making that easy. She was getting into trouble whenever she could but lucky for her they chalked the murder she did to the Black Hood.
I walked into the Wyrm looking for my boyfriend and friends and spotted them sitting at one of the tabled in the back. I walked over and saw they were all gathered around something.
“Hey guys, whatcha lookin at?” I asked walking to them smiling. They all turned to me and looked at me in anger and disgust.
“Can’t believe you actually have the guts to show your face here.” Toni growled at me and I looked at her confused.
“What?” I asked and Sweet Pea pushed a folder with my name on it towards me. I picked it up and there were pictures of me with the word ‘SINNER’ written in red over them. There was one of me buying Jingle Jangle, one of me sleeping with some Northsider, and one of me mugging some guys. I stared at them in shock.
“This isn’t me, guy you have to believe me!” I said putting the folder down.
“That’s your face! There’s no one else it could be!” Fangs said annoyed.
“I have a twin, Maya, she’s the one that’s been doing all this!” I said but there was no way they would believe me and Maya would never come with me to prove it.
“Yeah right, can’t come up with anything better?” Toni said with sass. I looked at Sweet Pea with pleading eyes for him to believe me. He got up and left.
“Sweets!” I shouted and went to go after him but Toni grabbed my wrist.
“Stay the fuck away from us, all of us!” She said, let go of my wrist and her, Fangs, and Jughead all left after Sweet Pea. All of the Serpents looked at me disgusted and tears sprang to my eyes. I grabbed the folder and quickly left the bar to go home.
I walked up to my trailer and the word ‘SINNER’ was spray painted in huge letter on the side. My tears fell harder and I couldn’t stop them. I walked inside and threw the folder on the table and sat down with my head in my hands.
“Hey Y/N/N! I’m home!” Maya yelled walking into the tailor, hours after I got home. I didn’t answer her just took a drink of the Jack Daniel’s I decided to drink.
“Whoa you look like shit.” She said hopping up on my counter and grabbed something to eat.
“Why would that be?” She asked raising her eyebrow. I didn’t say anything and just tossed the folder on the floor for her to see. Maya hopped off the counter and kneeled down to pick up the folder. She sat down across from me and started looking through the pictures.
“Oh relax Y/N/N, this is probably just some asshole playing a prank.” She said dropping the folder on the table. I took a big gulp of alcohol and looked at her.
“This is your fucking fault!” I screamed drunkenly at her.
“Whoa, okay let’s calm down there girly.” Maya said trying to grab the bottle from my hands. I pulled it close to me and glared at her.
“You got a serial killer after me because of your sinner ways!’ I slurred angrily at her.
“Okay Y/N, let’s get you to bed.” She said pulling me up and dragging me to my room. She placed me on my bed and took the bottle away from me. I didn’t want to sleep but I shut my eyes because of how heavy they felt.
“Y/N/N, what do you call your boyfriend?” Maya asked randomly and because of how drunk and tried I was I answered her.
“Sweets…” I slurred sleepy.
“Sweets...Please baby...I need you…” I heard Maya sound like she was crying. I opened my eyes and saw her putting down my phone next to my bed.
“Your boyfriend is gonna be here soon, I’m gonna go spend the night somewhere else.” She said and walked out my room and I heard my front door open and close.
I must have fallen asleep because I woke up gasping for air. I opened my eyes and saw the piercing green eyes of the Black hood and felt his large hands wrapped around my neck. I started clawing at my neck and tried to kick him off me but he was much stronger than me.
“Get off her!” I heard someone scream. The Black Hood looked up quickly, then got up and ran out. I sat up and quickly drew in a breath then proceeded to cough. The person who scared the hood off came over and gently pat my back. I looked up once I caught my breath and saw my savior was Sweet Pea.
“I didn’t do any of that I swear.” I said crying and Sweets held me closer.
“Shhh baby, I’m right here. Everything’s gonna be okay.” He said quietly and kissed my head.
“What are you doing here?” I asked quietly still crying.
“You called me baby…” He said and looked at the floor, he picked up the mostly drank bottle of Jack that was on my floor.
“I’m guessing you don’t remember?” He said holding the bottle up for me to see. I shook my head and he sighed.
“You never drink baby, so what happened?” He asked worried.
“Everyone thinks I’m this horrible person now and I didn’t do any of that!” I cried and Sweet Pea pulled me into him.
“I know… I thought about it and Jones told us how you would never do any of that but Y/N there’s photo proof!” He said sighing and running his hand through his hair. I grabbed his arm and he turned to look at me.
“Sweets I promise you I didn’t do any of that!” He looked at me and pulled me into him again.
“We’ll figure it out together, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” He let go of me and took his jacket off.
“I’m gonna go lock the door and then I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” I nodded my head and he left the room. Just as promised he was back in a minute or so; he sat next to me on the bed and pulled me to lay down with him. He played with my hair and kissed my head.
“I love you Sweet Pea… I would never hurt you…” I said and my tears fell on his shirt.
“I know Y/N… I promise we’ll figure out what’s happening.” He said and I looked up at him, he kissed me and I kissed him back desperately I’m sure he tasted the alcohol on my tongue. We pulled apart and he looked at me worriedly, he gently dragged his thumb across my neck, bruises already forming.
“I’ll protect you, get some rest baby.” He whispered gently and my eyes fluttered shut.
“I love you…” I whispered snuggling into his chest and felt his arms wrap around me tighter, I felt so safe.
“I love you too baby…” He whispered back.
A week later
It’s been a week and I have gotten notes just about everyday saying how I’m a sinner and I will die for it. Sweet Pea’s been staying with me every night but right now he had Serpent business to attend to so I was alone, I haven’t seen my sister so I guess she left town or something. I needed to go to the store to get some food so I don’t live off Pop’s only. I grabbed my small purse and left my trailer even though Sweets told me not to. I started walking and was near the edge of the Northside when I felt someone watching me. I turned around and saw him, the devil, the Black Hood. He pointed a gun at me and I ran back into the Southside I pulled out my phone and called Sweet Pea while I ran.
“Hey babe, I’ll be home soon I-”
“Sweet Pea! Where are you!?” I screamed with tears falling down my face.
“I’m at the Wyrm, baby what’s wrong?” He asked fear in his voice.
“He’s chasing me!” I shouted and started running to the Wyrm, it wasn’t that far away thank god.
“Y/N, who’s chasing you?” I could hear people in background telling Sweets to get back.
“The Black Hood!” I cried, I wanted to turn around, to see if he was still chasing me but I was too scared. I saw the lights of the Wyrm and pushed myself to run faster and I saw Sweet Pea outside freaking out on his phone.
“Sweets!” I shouted and he turned to look at me, he looked behind me and his eyes widened. I heard the cock of a gun and then someone pushed me to the ground; a gunshot ran through the dark night and I looked over to see Maya laying on the ground with blood spilling out her stomach. The Black Hood ran off and I rushed to my sister.
“Maya!” I shouted and placed my hands putting a bit of pressure on her stomach. Sirens could be heard in the distance and the Serpents had come out to see what happened.
“No, Maya you can’t die on me…” I cried desperate to stop the bleeding.
“Hey, Y/N/N…” She said and placed her hand on my face, it was sticky because of her blood but I didn’t care.
“No, Bunny, you can’t leave me…” I said and my tears fell on her face.
“Ha, you haven’t called me that in forever…” She coughed and blood sputtered out her mouth.
“Please don’t leave me...I love you…” A few tears left her eyes and mixed with her blood.
“I love you too Y/N/N…” She said and her eyes started to close.
“No! No no no no! Keep your eyes open Bunny please!” I screamed and someone came over and pulled me away from Maya.
“No! Let go of me!” I screamed trying to fight them off. Paramedic surrounded her and tried to bring her back.
“I’ll take her.” I heard Sweet Pea said and the men holding me gave me to him. I tried to fight Sweets off but he held me tight.
“Shhhh, baby everything’s gonna be okay.” He said trying to calm me down.
“She’s gone…” One of the paramedics and said I screamed, tears running down my face like a storm. My knees buckled under me and I fell to the ground but not hard since Sweet Pea was holding me.
“She can’t be dead! She just can’t!” I cried and Sweet Pea held me closer. I cried into his chest as the medics loaded my sister in a bodybag and into the ambulance.
“My sister can’t be dead…” I said quietly feeling completely broken.
“So she really had a twin…” I heard Fangs say sounding sorry.
“She did…” Toni said.
“I told you she didn’t do those things.” Jughead said.
“Please tell me this is just a nightmare.” I said looking up at everyone and they looked back with pity.
“I’m sorry, Y/N…” Jug said and I shook my head.
“No…”
A few days later
It was the day of Maya’s funeral and I had been crying for days. She died to protect me. We never got the chance to be close but I regret everything I’ve ever said to her, she care about be and loved me. It was my turn to speak, I got up and stood in front of my friends, my family…
“None of you knew I had a twin because she didn’t live with me until a few months ago… Maya was my sister and we weren’t close with each other since my dad took her and my mother took me, She came to visit us once but she enjoyed making my life hell or so I thought. She just liked trouble and I can see why, she had an exciting life and it was taken from her far too soon…” I choked back tears and took a shaky breath.
“My sister saved my life, some might think it was her fault the Hood was after me but I could never blame her for something like that. She loved me and gave her life for me. I will forever regret not getting to know my sister better but I will always love her…” I couldn’t keep holding back tears and Sweet Pea came up to take me away from everyone's stares. He walked me to my seat and held me close to him. The funeral finished and we were standing around my sister grave as they lowered her body into the ground. It was silent except for my crying. Once they lowered her into the ground and placed the dirt on top everyone started to leave. It was just Toni, Fangs, Jughead, Sweet Pea, and I left. I kneeled down and gently touched the gravestone. ‘Here lies Maya Y/L/N, Sister, Daughter, Bunny’ It read and I cried harder. My tears turned the dirt a darker color.
“I love you Bunny…” I said and kissed her gravestone.
“I’ll miss you…” I said and Sweet Pea pulled me to my feet.
“Let’s get you home baby…” He said and pulled me to my car. I looked back at her grave and swear I saw her sitting on her gravestone with a smile and giving me a thumbs up. I blinked a few times and she was standing next to me now.
“I’ll always be around Y/N/N.” She said with a smile and kissed my cheek. I felt a cold spot and she disappeared. My legs fell from under me and I cried the hardest I’ve ever cried in my life.
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