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izzy-b-hands · 2 months

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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Tagged by @sherlockig, thank u Alexz!!

Under the cut bc I got wordy and rambly as per usual lol.

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Kind of? In that I more or less named myself after Izzy from our flag lol. Not that I'm going to tell everyone I meet that, but it is a big part of why I stuck with it after trying it out (that, and I've always wanted a name that had the letter zed in it, silly as that may seem.)

One of my middle names (that I had been using as a first name for a few years) is after my grandfather and aunt who also have that name as their middle name.

My deadname was after an actress famous in the 90s (tho tbh my mum apparently didn't choose it for that, she chose it bc she didn't find out my gender until I was Out and then was like 'aw fuck I don't have a name for this situation' and went with the first one she saw in a book of names a nurse gave her. It was only after that she remembered the actress when I was like. 4. that she changed and started telling ppl it was after that instead.)

And technically Holden is after the book character, but mum never actually read that book (and after I described it to her, said she has no interest in doing so lmao), she just liked how the name sounded and that was the one solitary name she for sure had on hand when I was born apparently. Could have saved us all time had she just used that one for me anyway!

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Couple of nights ago. I'm doing better abt missing my cat Nisha, but my phone will toss up compilations of pics of her to mark the year/month/etc and sometimes those still get me. It popped up just before I went to bed that night and I was already so tired that I just. broke down. Bc I know she's v loved and looked after w/my mum, but I do miss her goofy lil self a lot. She was my first cat that was given to me and meant to be mine alone, and there's something abt that first pet bond I guess.

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope, and it's not a likely thing for me. I've said before that that happening would be in a very specific situation, wherein I'm with someone who wants to dedicate the rest of our lives to raising a child, or god forbid more than one, tho I think I'd max out at two if I managed one at all tbh (and that's not even getting into the very complex for me thing of would I want to actually be pregnant ever (probably not, absolutely terrified of dying in childbirth and don't see myself getting over that easily), we have the funds to make that happen (and give the kid a good life, not just a decent one or 'could have been worse' like my own), and we feel stable mentally, emotionally, and physically (as much as one can outside of Life Happening of course) bc having a kid means putting allll of that first for them, ahead of yourself. Or at least I think it should mean that lol.

But that situation is incredibly unlikely considering my bigger goal in life is to wind up being a third for multiple couples while also fucking any of my friends who are down for it in a big poly ENM sort of thing for lack of better/more detailed definition (I know it sounds unrealistic and maybe it is to a degree, almost definitely is lol.)

I can admit I just. don't want to uproot the life I've been trying so hard to build for myself in so many ways, to have kids. I'll happily help babysit the kids of any friends tho and be the fun uncle that buys them junk food and lets them stay up late to watch movies. I think that's about the level of parenting of any kind that I can handle for now (also tbh I burned out on parenting bc my family admits they parentified the fuck outta me with my three younger cousins. It by far could have been worse, but I spent my teens spending most of my days after school helping look after them from the newborn years and on. Unless my above uber specific scenario happens, then I've probably had my fill of parenting for my lifetime.)

4. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I played volleyball for a few years in elementary school, and we were made to participate in a multi-school track and field thing for most of middle school every year, but I was never amazing at them. Housemate and I have figured out I likely have undiagnosed asthma tho (turns out running or going out in too cold or hot weather shouldn't instantly make you gasp, struggle to breathe, and make you taste iron in your mouth, who the fuck knew? Not me, genuinely) so I think that might have a lot to do with it.

I also enjoy tennis and badminton and would love to try rugby, but I've never played any of those beyond a hobby with family/friends.

5. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

I do! Probably too much and not always in the best situations, but I've been working for years to hone when and where it should be used so I think/hope I'm a lot better with it than I was when I was younger. Tho even then, I did get adults who found it funny when I was sarcastic bc of how adult I seemed to a lot of them (their words, not mine lmao.)

6. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

I genuinely don't know. Usually I'm too busy running my script for meeting new ppl in my head and trying to maintain Common and Expected Etiquette to really notice much right away. I have found that after a bit of time/after the initial meeting has passed, I tend to notice colours ppl wear more often than others if I see them often enough, or hair colour. But I don't know if it counts towards this question at that point lol.

7. WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Kinda blueish grey? Some ppl say it's too grey to be blue, others that it's too blue to be grey. I had a lady at the ND DOT freak out abt not being sure if I should have blue or grey on my ID a few years back, and she finally just told me to put blue so 'she could stop feeling so confused.' Was a weird day and the first time I realised apparently they really do have a blend of both colours, enough for it to be upsetting lmao.

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

I can't choose between the two; I like both! I also like mixing them together when I write (a scary story with a happy ending, an ending that seems happy but is actually terrifying, so on and so forth.)

9. ANY TALENTS?

Writing? Maybe, I always list it bc it's something I know how to do and to (usually) do decently well. I can sort of draw? But not well enough that I think 'talented' would be accurate to describe how I draw lol. I'm not sure of anything else off the top of my head tbh.

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

In California, USA! We were there bc dad was in basic training for the Marines and then just got stuck at Camp Pendleton for years lmao (or that's how he always talks abt it anyway lmao.) Only was actually there until either: a. I was 3 months old, b. I was 6 months old or c. I was actually basically still a fresh newborn. Depends on whether you're talking to my dad, mum, or grandparents as to which answer you get, and at this point I'm genuinely uncertain as to exactly when mum left and took me to North Dakota but 6 months seems the most potentially accurate lmaooo.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Writing, drawing, reading (not enough but I'm trying to remedy that), napping, watching movies/fave shows, and giffing.

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Kind of? My cat Nisha had to stay in North Dakota after I moved, so my mum and her bf are looking after her now (and got her a little sister, a kitten who is getting so big already!, named Bella.) I help Housemate look after aer two cats as well, and I'd like to think the boys consider me like their fun uncle lol (aka I bend over backwards for them and let them steal my spot on the couch all the time, and will break out the treats if needed to corral them now and then. In my defense: they are the cutest lil baby boy cats and they deserve the world, even when they're being little gremlins lmao.)

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

Approximately somewhere between 5'3 and 5'4ish? I can't recall the last time I was actually measured, and most of the ppl I've been around were somewhere between those heights and I'm usually either slightly shorter or slightly taller than some of them, so??? I put 5'3 on my ID tho lol

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

English bc it was easy and I liked almost everything we did in that class. All my general and more specific history courses were a close second, and my foreign language classes a close third.

15. DREAM JOB?

Ideally, I'd love to not have to work. But who wouldn't, so that said, probably something in a library or museum. I'd love to be a library page again, or help work the front desk/docent duties of a museum. Working at someplace like Mystic Seaport would be amazing too; I'd be happy to learn how to help repair/repaint ships that come in or just help do tours or look after artifacts and stuff (tbh they could hire me just to type up any random data entry work they need done for any/all depts and I'd say yes to the job offer lol.) Unfortunately there's fairly significant roadblocks to me achieving any of these jobs rn, but I like to keep them in mind, just in case.

Also, if I can have one dream job that would be even more unlikely and is slightly TMI probably but: paid third for a rich couple. I show up, look nice, [redacted], make sure they're both good for the night, then go back home to Housemate (if it wouldn't be a night they'd want me to stay over, which I wouldn't be against but also. That would require some overtime pay lol.) The chances of this one are...so unlikely it's stupid funny, but a man's allowed to have dreams right lmao?

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stomp-that-ho-regard · 2 years

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I'm really not sure why anyone's surprised Im/odna wasn't The BeauJes Apology(TM) people were hoping for. Anything remotely resembling an apology would be an admission of the fuck-up and the cast has proven they're incapable of doing that. And Marisha is incapable of acting like an adult about queer characters.

Even if it does take a turn for the romantic, to harken back to another anon you got, there's no reason to trust them with it. Even a couple years after the fact, the BeauJes fiasco has only proven that they're all-too happy to throw a character-dynamic away the moment it's inconvenient to some unrelated 3rd party (whether they're at the table or not), no matter how good or fun it is.

and really, ships like im/odna or beaujes would do just fine in any fandom where the creators don't show such disdain for people who don't worship the canon, and said disdain gets carried into the fandom. Where you have an entire subset who have no qualms about going into the tags of a ship they don't like just to bully people. I've moved onto other fandoms that basic bit of fandom-etiquette is so much less common in so many other communities. They say "don't bully people" and their sycophants take it as "don't bully us :)))" (something something don't forget to love each other repeatedly gets turned into a blunt weapon to shut down criticism) cuz they've always actively mocked anyone who criticizes them, or doesn't uncritically eat up whatever story-beat they add, no matter how lazy it is. No wonder fanfic writers are made into a joke whenever they're mentioned: fanfic can and sometimes does challenge the canon of a given story.

“Marisha is incapable of acting like an adult about queer characters.” This very succinctly sums it up.

Though I will say, early on (from the confession and forward, pre-hiatus), she did a good job. There were tons of fans that identified with the way she was playing Beau in that moment; how scary it is to admit you have feelings for a (presumed straight) friend, having to keep that to yourself, the little bit of yearning mixed with anguish that comes with it, and how you wanna distance yourself but then if you do, your friend is gonna be really sad. (Like in ep88)

I genuinely think that she did actually play those aspects of it very well.

And I guess that’s also part of the disappointment over why Beaujester fell away and we got stuck with BY. Around the time of the confession, Beau had been growing as a person. She was less juvenile, more articulate, and in a sense, more genuine than she used to be. Of course she still had her goofy moments but it felt like she was maturing. Then post-hiatus reared it ugly head and she was back to acting like a horny teenager. It was like everybody reverted back to their original selves, devoid of growth. The shallowness was back, the one-liners were back, the “That’s hot.” “You’re so hot.” “Let’s make-out.” shit was back. That was all she had to contribute. It was ridiculous, bland, and try-hard.

Where the fuck did all the maturity go?

Pre-hiatus Beau and post-hiatus Beau really do feel like two different people.

I like that you said ‘worship the canon’. And, you’re right. I also think ships like Beaujester and Im/odna would be allowed to thrive in a fandom that didn’t worship canon. Problem is, I personally don’t know of any fandom that didn’t/doesn’t worship canon. Maybe Ag/ent Carter would be the only exception. But I think that’s only because it didn’t exist long enough for the fandom to devolve into a toxic space. The show was cancelled a few episodes into its second season lol

Other than that, every other fandom experience I’ve had (both on here and on twitter) has been pretty fucking horrendous. And it is mostly because of canon worship and just general shipper entitlement. (Mainly m/f shipper entitlement.)

I won’t go into that here though. I’ve already started writing up something about this and it’s gonna be very long. It needs to be its own post.

#op #ask

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tooruluv · 4 years

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Tobio Kageyama x F!Reader ( part 9 )

❝ goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished, but the book is closed. tell me, have we started a new one? ❞

description: it had been years since you and kageyama broke up. it had been years since the two of you left each other, hatred brewing. fate works in funny ways, you thought, as you caught his eye across the café. love works in funny ways, you thought, as you woke up in his bed the next morning, his fiance calling his phone.

genre: forbidden love, cheating, ex lovers, (all characters are aged up)

word count: 2,109

warnings/notes: im so sorry for the delayed update!! midterms have been kicking my ass. anyway. only one part left!

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The second that the words left Oikawa’s mouth, he was paralyzed. He hadn’t expected to say it. His eyes were wide, skin flushed and mouth agape. Surprise and regret immediately masked his anger.

He couldn’t even move as you turned and left.

Let’s paint the picture, shall we? You, a girl who still had an incredible amount of love for your ex boyfriend to the extent that you were comfortable being the mistress in his affair. Kageyama, said ex boyfriend who still had a lot of unresolved feelings for you to the point where he had considered (on more than one account) disregarding his entire upcoming wedding. And Oikawa, your best friend and fuck buddy for the past five plus years who had just accidentally revealed that he was, in fact, in love with you.

Let’s just say that you walked a lot that day.

You walked through the city until the sky turned dark. You walked along the neon lights, through the park, and back into the city streets. You walked near the water, you walked past hundreds of people. It was incredibly melodramatic.

It wasn’t until you realized that you were actually tired, and your feet hurt, that you sat on a bench. It was pretty secluded. The bench sat facing the water, the city behind it, and you did nothing but sit.

A body sat beside yours, on the complete opposite side of the bench with as much space as possible between you. You almost giggled to yourself, despite everything.

“Hey.” The person spoke, and you knew who it was. There was only one person on the face of the earth that would take it upon themselves to be that respectful to sit on the opposite side of the bench you were sitting alone at, at night.

“Hey, Hinata.” You looked up at him. He’d grown a lot since high school.

“You found my bench.”

“Your bench?”

He chuckled, making you smile. “No, not my bench. But the bench I like to sit at when I have a lot to think about.”

“So, you would sit and think about volleyball on this bench?”

“Yeah.” He smiled brightly. There’s something about Shoyo Hinata that made it impossible not to smile. “It’s really pretty here. And there’s a lot of good food behind us.”

You turned back to the water, eyes scanning for answers.

“I’m still in love with Kageyama.” You told him.

“I know.”

“And Oikawa just told me that he was in love with me.”

“Wait, really? Finally!” He stopped himself. “I mean. I knew that, too.”

“Does everyone tell you everything?”

“Yeah, usually.” He moved a little bit closer, but not by much. “If you think you know someone’s secrets, I’m sure I already know about it.”

“Even Tsuki?”

“You mean how Hana cheated on him with Kageyama and now you are going to the wedding with him, him being Tsuki, to make them both jealous?”

“Damn. You’re insane.”

“Nah, I’m just a short stack of secrets.”

Another bubble of laughter.

“You don’t plan to ruin the wedding, do you?” Hinata asked.

You shook your head. “No, no. We aren’t monsters. We just want to make the two of them shake in their boots a bit. There’s way too much money being spent for us to ruin the wedding. Besides, I would somehow end up being the one sending out apology letters to family and friends for coming.”

“Yeah that would be embarrassing.”

The wedding was the next day.

You didn’t go to the rehearsal, and even took it upon yourself to stay the night at Tsukishima’s.

When you arrived at his door with a bag (that you quickly snatched of necessities from Kageyama and Hana’s), Tsuki just opened the door and simply asked you to join him in watching a murder mystery podcast. You accepted.

“Why can’t I wear a fucking suit?” You complained as you shoved yourself into the nicest dress you owned. It was beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, and hugged you in exactly the right places. You just hated the process of getting ready.

“Because you look great in that dress. Now hurry up because we don’t want to be the only ones late.”

You left Tsuki’s bathroom in full glam.

You watched Tsuki’s eyes shift from your chest to your eyes. You smirked. “I guess the dress works.”

“It definitely works.” Tsuki rolled his eyes, bringing his arm up for you. You linked your arm through.

“You guys have fun!!” Yamaguchi called from the living room. You waved as you walked by. “Holy shit, you guys look likes gods.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you cuss.” You said.

“You’ve obviously never talked to him.” Tsuki scoffed. “We’ll be back later. Or, at least, I will be.”

“Don’t die. And don’t kill anyone!”

“No promises.”

Tobio Kageyama always thought that on his wedding day, you would be the one walking down the aisle in white.

He would never admit it; but to be completely honest, he had thought about it a lot during the duration of your relationship. He had imagined standing at the end of the aisle and you walking down, and kissing you as man and wife. It was a stupid imagination for a high school relationship, but he did imagine it.

He watched as you walked into the building by yourself. He was greeting everyone, welcoming them before the wedding and telling the women where to find Hana in her dressing room.

You were absolutely stunning in the most brilliant red dress he had ever seen. The wedding was white and blue, and you stood out in the most amazing way he had ever witnessed.

Kageyama couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you turn to the door, where Tsukishima just entered. His stomach churns when he sees you greet him with a hug and the two of you laugh at something Tsukishima said. And he hates how evidently the man is your date.

He has to physically stop himself from chasing after you when you pull Tsuki by the hand and drag him through the sea of bodies to where a few members of the old volleyball team are (ie Hinata, Daichi, Suga, and Noya).

His heart leaps violently against the bones of his chest when a thought floods into his mind. The thought that you were with Tsukishima, the thought that you knew of everything that happened since you’ve been gone.

He felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

You kept yourself at Tsuki’s side the entire time.

There was a little get together before the actual wedding. Everyone just stood around and chatted with everyone that they only get to see once a year, greeting the groom and making him more nervous. After a bit, it would be time to sit down and watch the ceremony.

The thought made you want to eat dirt.

Tsuki put his hand on your waist and you looked up at him. The two of you were still in the middle of talking to the old volleyball boys, Hinata talking about his travels.

“He can’t take his eyes off of you.” Tsuki muttered into your hair. It wasn’t unnoticed by Daichi and Suga, who just exchanged a look (as they always seemed to be all knowing).

“Just wait until Hana gets her eyes on you.” You lean into his side. “She won’t make it down the aisle.”

He chuckled and placed a kiss on your temple, feeling the eyes of Kageyama on your back.

“The man of the hour.” Daichi spoke up.

Kageyama appeared beside you. Tsuki’s hand stayed on your waist.

“How are you feeling?” Suga asked, eyes shifting between you and him. You could swear he knew more than you could ever imagine.

“Good, good.” Kageyama plastered a fake smile on his face. “Just nervous.”

“Well that’s normal.”

“Can I borrow her for a second?” Kageyama turned to Tsukishima. You blinked. “I just have to talk to her for a second.”

“Yeah.” Tsuki let go of your waist. He sent you a look, basically telling you to fuck the shit outta him in the broom closet.

“I’ll be right back!” you sent them a smile.

Kageyama looked absolutely delicious in his suit. Black, with a little bit of blue accents throughout. It brought out his eyes. You couldn’t focus as you followed him to an empty room.

“Hey.”

“If you have something you have to say, you could’ve said it out there.”

“No I.” I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I should just leave with you right now and run away and get married and live in a forest. I am so sorry. I am so sorry. Instead, “What are you doing here with Tsukishima?”

“What do you mean? He’s my date.” You shrugged.

“Yes. But why?”

“You expected me to come to your wedding by myself?” You blinked. “Or, rather, you expected Tsuki to come by his lonesome?”

“No, I…”

“That’s a bit selfish, don’t you think Kags?” You felt anger rising in your chest. “To think that I can’t have a date to a wedding when you’re literally getting married.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” You were exasperated. “It’s incredibly clear how you think of me, Kageyama. But as for someone who will never be loved by anyone, it’s nice to go to a wedding with…”

“You’re loved by me!”

It was the first time in Kageyama’s life where he truly understood what earth-shattering silence was. It was deafening and loud; too loud. He stood there motionless as the howling of his blood pumping in his head, his heartbeat inside his chest. You were silent.

His world seemed to have stopped the second he had said those words to you. The moment those words left his lips, he wished to take them back. Not because they were lies, but because it was the first time he had said them in the most honest way possible.

You shook your head.

You shook your head and Kageyama’s world shattered. He knew that he had hurt you, over and over and time and time again. But he had done it. He had hurt you to the point that you would simply shake your head at the confession of his love.

Whatever was left of whatever the hell was still there was gone.

“Kags,” You closed your eyes. “You don’t. I’m not.”

“I do.” He reached for your hand. You backed away.

“Me and Tsuki coming to your wedding together was not to get you to tell me that you love me.” You were muttering. You were babbling. You couldn’t do this. “It was to get you jealous, yes, but.. not this. Maybe rile you up. Get Hana to admit her bullshit for sure. But not… not this.”

“I…”

“You are getting married today.” You reminded him. “To Hana. You’re getting married to her. Today. And I cannot do another confession like that.”

“Who else has confessed to you?”

“Oikawa.” You said before you could think.

“Tooru Oikawa told you that he was in love with you?” Kageyama laughed as though it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. You basically heard your heart break.

“See? That right there?” You headed for the door. “That’s why you can’t possibly be in love with me. You’re so fucking convinced that I can’t be loved by anyone because I fucking moved away in high school. Jesus, Kageyama, get over it!”

“Sorry, sorry.” He was literally wiping tears from his face. “It’s just. I knew it. I fucking knew it.” He stopped when he seen your face. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Seriously fuck you.” You moved to open the door to go back to your date and get ready for the ceremony. Because this was for Tsuki, not you.

You started to walk out, but turned to him with a glance over your shoulder. “By the way, I’ve been in love with you for years. This shouldn’t be new information.”

You didn’t stay to gauge his reaction.

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dessarious · 4 years

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt80

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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Robin watched everything unfold with a smirk on his face. Superman had been getting worse and worse over the years, believing he was the only one that knew right and wrong. That he was the only one capable of making decisions. Robin had never understood why the rest of them put up with it, especially when they all complained anytime Superman wasn’t there. Well except for Green Lantern. That idiot was the biggest suck up he’d ever seen. Watching Tikki take the Man of Steel down a peg or two was far more gratifying that it should have been.

He did wonder how much of this was for show though. The Kwami were unpredictable at best but he didn’t think Tikki would just create four more people Marinette would have to be responsible for. She was already struggling with having to find a place for herself to live and even knowing she had contracts and money coming her way she was not currently in the best position to buy a place large enough to house this many people. That wasn’t counting food and other ongoing costs. Then again, he’d never really had the impression that any of the Kwami besides Kaalki paid attention to things like money so it was entirely possible Tikki didn’t even realize the burden she’d be placing on Mari.

“I won’t allow you to just unleash these creatures on the world.” Robin could only roll his eyes at Superman’s insistence that he had any say over this situation. Though at least he’d said ‘I’ so the rest of the Justice League could just leave him to his own stupidity. Robin actually took a step back when Tikki’s eyes flashed red.

“You won’t allow it?” The Kwami’s voice was low and dangerous. Almost everyone shuddered at the sound. “I know you’re used to being the most powerful being in the room but we are Gods. Discorde has already proven just how ineffective you and your super powers are. Do not make the mistake of assuming you have any control over us or this situation. My Chosen has given you the courtesy of keeping you informed, do not mistake that for weakness or an invitation to interfere in our affairs.”

Robin would admit he’d never thought much of Superman’s intelligence. When you can literally overpower anyone you don’t necessarily think too hard on how to do it. The Kwami may well have the same limitation overall, but Tikki at least knew her holder wasn’t invulnerable. Marinette had always been forced to out think opponents and he had a feeling a lot of Tikki’s holders had been similar. As such the Kwami knew not to rely on brute force alone. Superman still hadn’t learned that lesson. When he moved it was without warning and straight at Tikki. Robin only had enough time to shake his head at the hubris before everything went to hell.

The Kwami of Anarchy and Darkness stepped forward while Tikki just had a satisfied smile on their face. Tikki and Jett both gestured at the same time and suddenly Superman was in a cage and two black masses attached themselves to his eyes. He stumbled around inside the enclosure trying and failing to break through it before attempting to wipe the darkness from his eyes. Everyone else watched, most with shock and fear, but Wonder Woman just looked resigned at this point. Lyccen stepped up to the cage.

“Did you know the body is simply a system? To be more accurate it’s many systems that work together in perfect harmony. Digg has always been so proud of how orderly and efficiently everything functions. I’ll admit it is quite remarkable. Unfortunately there is one rather large flaw. Introduce one foriegn body that a system can’t handle, or have one of those many systems fail and the entire body has a tendency to collapse into complete chaos. Take the brain for example. All I have to do is disrupt one connection and you lose the ability to move.” Robin watched the Kwami point to the hero's neck and Superman dropped to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

“You can’t do this to me! All this does is prove my point that you’re all too dangerous to be left in the hands of children.” Most of the Kwami let out sounds close to growls, and Robin heard Discorde let out a hiss as well, but Lyccen simply gave a thoughtful hum.

“You think so do you? Correct me if I’m wrong but you were the one to attack Tikki unprovoked. You are the one that’s been convincing the rest of this organization to try and meddle in things they otherwise wouldn’t. You’re the one lobbing threats and tantrums in every direction. How exactly are we the problem in this situation? I think you should just admit you feel inadequate since we can destroy you with barely a thought and move on. It will make things easier for everyone.” Superman sputtered out denials and curses, most less than coherent. “Well then, I suppose I could see what I can do to your other systems. Did you know it only takes one tiny change to make your blood see the rest of your body as an enemy that needs to be destroyed? Do you want to know what it feels like to be eaten away from the inside out?”

Everyone looked decidedly uncomfortable but no one spoke up. Whether from fear or something else Robin couldn’t be certain. He was busy studying Lyccen. They didn’t appear to be enjoying this. Honestly all the Kwami looked like this entire situation was just a bother that they couldn’t avoid.

“How dare you threaten me! Reverse this at once.” Lyccen crouched down to frown at the hero in confusion. Robin had to wonder how screwed up Superman’s thought process was that the Kwami of Anarchy couldn't seem to grasp it.

“So sorry, but that’s not my thing. I disrupt order but I can’t restore it. Digg could but given the way you’ve been treating our fellow Kwami I very much doubt you can convince him to help you, isn’t that right?” Digg just grunted from where he stood, hovering protectively around Tikki. “Perhaps if you apologize and promise to leave the Guardian alone we can come to some sort of agreement.”

“That’s coercion, I won’t stand for being manipulated and neither will the rest of the Justice League.” Robin looked around and almost laughed. At this point even Green Lantern seemed to see that this was a lost cause. No one spoke up.

“Hmm, well I guess I can’t help you then. Once Digg’s made up their mind they rarely change it. Guess you’re stuck as you are.” Lyccen didn’t sound smug or happy, they were just stating a fact.

“That’s enough. You can’t reason with someone who won’t be reasoned with but that’s no excuse to descend to their level. Release him and return him to his original state. Now.” Mari’s voice was clear and confident, but Robin could see the way her grip tightened on Discorde and Viperion. He wasn’t sure if she was worried they would ignore her or just wouldn’t be able to do as she said.

“Yes Guardian, we hear and obey.” All five Kwami spoke in sync and suddenly Superman was back in his seat looking extremely confused while almost everyone in the room gaped at the display. Marinette’s look was oddly blank and he had a feeling she hadn’t actually expected that to work.

“Your concerns are noted if unnecessary. If it will make you feel better I will allow Batman and Wonder Woman to check in with me as I see fit to monitor the situation. You have no authority over the Miraculous, nor will you ever, but I’m not so petty as to deny you the reassurance you so obviously need.” Marinette’s voice was just the proper blend of firm, concerned, and innocent that no one could really take offense to it. It took all his self discipline to keep a straight face as Superman just stared at her, looking hopelessly lost and confused.

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freshouttaparsnips · 3 years

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You were a simple kind of guy.

Life decided you deserved a little bit of complexity.

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a new series of fic that im gonna work on in my spare time!! its a skeletoncest polycule, but with an added reader twist uwu

tags: Reverse Harem, polycule, Poly of Skeletons, Fontcest, Papcest, Sanscest, but there's also a reader, Slice of Life, no real plot, Tropes Babey, Series, Homelessness, Reader is homeless, Reader has a dog, Reader is FtM, reader is unnamed

read it Ao3

or read chapter 1: Meeting the Horror Fellas below!

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You were a simple kind of guy. Sure, you hadn’t meant to make this move over to the Ebbott region, it was actually on the end of the long list of places you wanted to move. But that was where your job had moved you, so that’s where you’d picked up and gone, both you and your boxer pup, Peony. She hadn’t actually minded much; there were lots of dog parks here for her to hang out in, long stretches of sidewalks just around your apartment that definitely went on just long enough for her to get the need to GO out of her system. Your job was cushy, paid enough for you to splurge a little on the weekends, for you and Peony both.

You appreciated the finer sides of living just under a mountain… at least until said mountain damn near exploded and “Monsterkind” came through.

Now, that was not to say you had anything against monsters. Not in the slightest! You weren’t from around here, you understood a little of the general bias that people had against anything new.

But when the monsters had started entering the work force, well. People on the semi-lower rungs like you? Booted to the curb without a second thought in the name of equality. You’d lost your apartment, and Peony and you had been living in your squat little Ford ever since. It was rough, but you’d been saving up to rent a trailer on the outskirts of town for a few months, and your acceptance of monsters had remained, if not hardened a little.

You weren't going to blame them for needing the essentials of living, just the same as everyone else.

Which led to where you were now, warily watching a couple of more rough looking monsters that were chatting up the tiny, blond lady that worked the front counter of the store you’d finally gotten a job at. Peony had been adopted by the owners of the store as a guard dog, the little old couple chattering on and on about how cute she was. It just meant that you were allowed to keep her with you when you were on duty, a little vest velcro’d around her with the name and logo of the store on it.

You were stocking shelves, Peony keeping an eye on the situation just like you were. The two monsters were clearly from a Fellgrounds, a few other mountains nearby that had also opened up to reveal some monster societies that had gone a little sideways. Most of them had scars, war wounds, and generally had a distrust for other people.

You felt for these monsters more than others; they had to go through extensive testing and rehabilitation to even leave their Underground, though a lot of them had passed those tests if the local news was anything to believe. You weren’t really sure what to believe much these days, but you knew that Polly up at the cash register was trans and had already dealt with a few assholes today. Monster or human, you weren’t letting it slide.

Before you could even set down your can to head up, just to make absolutely certain nothing untoward was going on, a shadow passed over you, the lights above flickering in uneasy patterns as you stood stock still. The tallest monster you’d ever seen in person was passing through the next aisle over, their skeletal head nearly scraping the ceiling as they moved silently towards Polly. Something inside of you was terrified at the sheer display of power, the intent of magic thick in the air, but even you with your limited knowledge could tell it wasn’t directed towards her.

The two monsters were staring right at him, your own eyes locked on his lanky form as he made his way silently to the very front and tilted his head. “Evening friends, are you having issues with the cash register working your cards? I had such an issue the other day, I can help walk you through the process.”

There was nothing but primal fear in their eyes as the two monsters meekly shook their heads, jerking a thumb towards the door as they left, citing their sudden need to be elsewhere. The skeleton watched them go with something like satisfaction in his eyes, and it wasn’t until then that you noticed his outfit.

A bright pink and green tracksuit covered him from neck to ankles, and a bright peach exercise band around his head that said “JOG BOY” on it. Something about it made you relax a little from the tense state you’d been in, your hands setting the cans they’d been tightly holding on their respective shelves.

It was then that you noticed that the intent from earlier was gone, and good lord, was all that just from this dude? You watched as he leaned down to see Polly better, his expression one of humble kindness. She seemed to know him, looking relieved, and you couldn’t hear their full conversation so you figured you’d ask her later just what that was all about… and if you needed to take on more shifts to make sure that people, human and monster both, weren’t harassing the workers.

You’d grown to love working at this store, what with the inclusive policies and the fact that they let Peony stay with you on shift, and you weren’t going to see anyone or anything take advantage of it.

Just as you’d turned back to your work, though, momentary worry about your coworkers abated, that intent came back, only this time it felt cold. The skeleton up front’s warning had been hot, blistering to the mind, a sheer warning of pain.

This one felt like someone had dunked you in an ice bath and was threatening to leave you that way.

“You okay there, pal? Yer looking a little white around the edges.”

The voice came from just behind, your eyes squeezing shut before you turned around and glared hard at whatever asshole was trying to start shit… only to find yourself looking at the chest of another really big monster. He was also a skeleton, but he was shorter by a few feet (even as he towered over you). He was dressed more modestly, what with a simple ratty blue jacket and a pair of gray basketball shorts, but he was wearing a small pink bracelet around his wrist. Before you could even try to guess what it meant, he was leaning toward you a little.

“Hey, you okay? Seriously, I didn’t think Paps’ magic was that strong- well. Naw, that’s a lie, it is that strong.”

You blinked, still staring up at him, when suddenly you were grasped between two boney hands, lifted up and up until you were looking into the hollow eyes of the first skeleton… Paps?

“Oh, my dear human, I haven’t broken you, have I? I can admit my intent can come off a bit… excuse the pun, but intense, to those who aren’t used to our magic signature.” Then he was squinting at you, somehow, and you felt as though your very soul was being examined. You could smell the very subtle hint of some kind of fruity cologne, which made you want to laugh hysterically; what skeleton needed to wear perfume?

“He’s probably fine, Paps. We need’a get back before Red takes off.”

“Paps” rolled his eyes, gently depositing you back on the floor where Peony was severely sniffing all over you as if looking for damage, before nodding.

“Yes, I suppose you’re correct. Human!!”

You stood at attention and he laughed, handing you a little, lime colored business card. You took it with questioning hands, peering down at it as he explained.

“This is my phone number. Please text whenever you have time and would like to have lunch, I wish to apologize for putting you through such shock.”

And with that he pat you on the shoulder, seeming not to notice as you buckled a little under the weight and headed for the front doors, the other, shorter skeleton following along behind with a snicker.

You blinked hard, before collapsing to your ass on the floor, Peony licking your face vigorously once she’d found no signs of injury. You patted her gently both to assure her and to keep her out of your face, but stared down at the card, a simple number on it from the local area.

~THE PHONE NUMBER OF THE GREAT ICHOR!~

You blinked back the tears that had been growing, of both frustration and mild fear, and huffed in pain as you made yourself get up off the floor. Polly would be worried about you, and you really needed to finish stacking these cans.

#fresh writes #undertale #fontcest #papyrus/reader #sans/reader #undertail #fluff #angst #all the good tropes

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scandeniall · 4 years

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mirrors for friends ch//1

Pairing: TBD x reader (repost bc its not showing up in tags and ive had ppl check too sigh)

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Summary: Youre in a band, Mirrors For Friends with your college best friends Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu. They're chaotic, your chaotic but you guys are on your way to the top together. Check a/n at end.

warnings: This IS multichapter. recreational marijuana mention. Everyone is over 21, tags will be added as needed but they're adults what do you expect.

wc: 1253

Inspiring playlists (updated as i find stuff) Apple music | Spotify

Ch. 1 // Mirrors For Friends: The Intro

The air was a mixture of sounds. Instruments being prepped, jokes being thrown, random conversations and the occasional song that played in the background. Just another day in Mirrors For Friends, well for everyone except for you. Earplugs in and an eye mask on, you’d been laying on the dingy couch since you arrived at the bar hours prior. Of course you just had to get a migraine on a day where your band had a show. It was about two hours to showtime, and you were just as good as dead. For once, you were thankful that you had your bassist, Atsumu to cover at least some of your vocals.

Atsumu, Miya. The youngest member remains a complete pain in your ass, but you couldn't see your life without him in it. He was the life of the party, and had been your party buddy during your early 20s. The one always down for a good adventure. You could always rely on him to tell you the honest truth, although it had taken a while to get past his overly blunt nature. Once you did, you saw the resident “pretty boy” for the dork that he was. The one who gets pouts whenever the conversation is moving too fast and he can’t think of a retort fast enough. The one who absolutely melted at the sight of food and would even share some of his brother’s famous onigiri with you. When he's not plucking bass strings he works as an assistant volleyball coach for the local high school. Your love for your band mate had eventually replaced your first meeting with the basest. A meeting than ended in you wanting nothing more than to wipe his stupid smirk off with your fist. You had just started your second year of university, completely minding your business until a stray volleyball made its way to the back of your head. Before anyone could even apologize, you’d manage to throw a few curses at the group of rowdy boys. Your future band mate had come over to apologize but ended it with “maybe you should've been paying more attention.” After flicking him off you never thought you’d see him again, until you were formally introduced by none other than your drummer.

Hajime, Iwaizumi. The drummer of Mirrors For Friends. The oldest member of your quartet. There was only one year between you and him, but two years between him and Atsumu. Iwa, is the backbone of the band. The most responsible one, having taken care of a drunk you more times than you’d like to admit. If your feet were ever hurting, he’d be the one to give you a piggy back. He definitely looked the most bad ass of you all, with two sleeves of tattoos. Despite that he has a soft spot for the band. He's the most responsible of the band, but you learned that despite that nature, he knew how to have fun. He’d definitely supplied an underage you with alcohol before. When he’s not playing with the band, he's a tattoo artist, and has tattoo’d every member of the band multiple times. In fact, he was the only person you trusted to tattoo you. You’d met him midway through your first year of university, when he was an apprentice. Despite being 19, he’d already had a full sleeve and a shiny eyebrow piercing. In his attempts to calm you down, you learned that he was only a year above you. He was definitely more calming than the jerk that had dragged you to the tattoo shop in the first place. That person being your guitarist.

Tetsurou Kuroo, the guitarist of Mirrors For Friends. He was one of the first people you’d met in university where he ended up being your across neighbor. You’d had your door open in an attempt to get some air circulation in the stuffy dorm, when he noticed your guitar. Full of stickers, it looked used and he was curious. After, finding out the two of you had a common interest in music, the two of you became best friends. He’d ended up being the brother you never asked for. His teasing is similar to Atsumu, however he knew how to keep up. You two became nearly inseparable. He was the member you tended to confide in first, because it was just natural. The one always down to just vibe. You remember the many nights spent in private study rooms, just writing and talking music together. You quickly found out that his writing skills were incredible, not only that but he had the best ear for composing of any of your band mates. Some of your favorite pieces came from writing sessions with just the two of you. When he isn’t antagonizing your band, he works as a TA for a science class at your university. He decided about a year ago to go back to school for a higher degree in biochemistry.

Then there was you. Lead singer, keyboardist, and occasional guitar player when you felt like it. At 26, you’d been in the band since you were 20, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You loved writing, you loved performing and you loved your boys. Even now when you could feel napkins that you had no doubt were greasy pizza stained ones being thrown at you. It took for the fifth one to hit your forehead to finally sit up, removing both your earplugs and eye mask. Groaning at the combination of fluorescent lighting and noise you shot death glares at your band mates. Who were all miraculously just standing next to one another, pretending to have just been doing nothing but talking. “Would you three do me a favor, and drive off a fucking cliff.”

“I told them to stop,” is what Iwaizumi said, but the smirk on his face said he played a role just like your other idiots.”

“Dude you threw the last one!” Kuroo chimed in.

“Yeah well Atsumu started it”

“What the fuck Iwa- selling me out”

If it weren't for the pounding behind your eyes you might’ve been amused and the usual bickering between the boys. Afterall, it was never serious. If only you could enjoy it.

“Would the 3 overgrown toddlers shut up.” Burying your face into your hand’s you felt the couch dip beside you in the now empty space, and another voice picked up from across the room.

“Yo- what's with the attitude today,” your bassist questioned. He had settled himself on a smaller couch, eyes narrowed on your miserable form. Once he heard the mention of a migraine, his gaze softened. “Tsumu, I’m gonna need to to sing a little more today alright. '' The younger boy nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. He mentioned something about going to look for a pen and paper, so you two could outline a plan and to make sure you had a stool for tonight.

“You wanna go smoke? It should help a little,” the body next to you moved and you looked up to see Kuroo, offering a hand.. “It’s a spot in the shade out back, c’mon.” You took the hand and before you could head out your last bandmade stopped you.

“I have enough time to go pick up some Advil and maybe some caffeine. Don’t smoke too much, you know how strong Kuroo’s shit is. We still have a show tonight.”

“Don’t worry daddy Iwa, I’ve got our beloved lead singer. We’ll be fine.”

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a/n: alright so i’ve been inspired by samwrites Elixir (which YES 100000/10 recommends) AND sam has had an anon talking band au’s lately AND i saw a msby band au edit on twitter so i cracked out my keyboard.

ok but seriously, idk which guy im gonna end up doing so for now itll just be band dynamics, and then whoever sparks my interest or whoever is voted on after a few parts will win. I did a randomizer, got a winner and started but then started feeling the other possibilities. Anyways whoever is not the chosen ones its just friendship, no love triangles and shit. But whoever wins, just know I have a potential plot for ALL ((((im just too un-dedicated and busy with summer college courses to actually fully commit to all of them)))

lastly, this is me again experimenting w/ diff ways of writing so bare with me AND if anyone cares i could make a taglist.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #atsumu x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hq imagines #mirrors for friends

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toomuchponytail · 4 years

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#Bridge plan or Prompt #20 Continued.

So I’m tagging anyone who expressed their interest in part two, (part one here ) I hope that’s okay? If you’d like your name removed I will gladly do so!

@maybeawhumpblog @silverinkgoldenquill @rollingtacoboulder @redwingedwhump @whatwasmyprevioususername

Here is the bridge plan, enjoy if you like the destruction of infrastructure and thievery! This is a long one....I put a keep reading, also it kind of went off on it’s own, I tried to reign it in, but I’m not in charge anymore.

Enjoy, I’m sorry.

The antagonist was the last person to take a seat at the meeting, their back was sore and they were tired after sitting for so many hours watching over hero, they were only here now because their physician was with hero, and had promised to call them if they woke up--not that the antagonist expected them to, hero was exhausted, they’d probably sleep until noon or later. When hero woke up, they’d have to get some more information about where sidekick might be, (they were still waiting to hear back from one of the search groups) but until then, the antagonist had a unique meeting to attend.

Their henchman stood up when they entered the boardroom, nodding a half greeting, they motioned the little boy sitting next to them who was completely focused on the picture he was coloring, to the antagonist it looked like long black swirls and lines, “Here he is boss, criminal mastermind in the flesh,” henchman beamed at them fondly.

The antagonist couldn’t help but smile in return at the little boy with dark curly hair and freckles, it was almost laughable for anything this soft and sweet looking to be labeled a criminal mastermind.

The child didn’t look up when the antagonist took a seat on the other side of the table, but the antagonist could tell that they were watching them out of the corner of their eye, sizing them up.

The henchman nudged his nephew gently, “Go a’head Augie, tell ‘im.”

The antagonist wasn’t sure what to expect, but they leaned forward, having already heard an abridged version of this kid’s idea he was interested to learn more.

But “Augie” shook his head, and continued to color, refusing to meet his uncles eyes, “He’s gonna steal it,” the boy mumbles.

The antagonist speaks before their henchman can apologize, “We’d be business partners,” they reassure, “I won’t use your idea unless you let me.”

The child stopped coloring, set their crayon down, and looked at the antagonist squarely across the table, “I’d be a bad guy?” They start carefully, like they are expecting the antagonist to laugh or yell at them.

“Well, I don’t think I’m really the bad guy, do you?” The antagonist asks, their mind returning to the fragile hero sleeping on their sofa.

The child shrugs their tiny shoulders, it very much reminds the antagonist of their henchman’s shrug. “I like bad guys,” they admit, looking at their picture.

The antagonist glances over at their henchman, but they are looking at the picture too, “Do you want to be a bad guy? Just for today?” The antagonist asks carefully, after all they don’t want to corrupt Augie, or make him complicit in any illegal activity.

The child suddenly jumps up on their chair, their eyes sparkling with excitement, “like you? Like Uncle Fred? I’d get to fight people with my big fist launchers?!”

The antagonist raised their eyebrows, they look pointedly at their sputtering henchman, “what’s a fist launcher?”

Their henchman shrugs, looking bewildered, “Heck if I know boss.”

The antagonist smiled, turning back to the child, “Exactly like me and your uncle, I’d like to start with your plan about the bridge? If that’s okay?”

The child nods eagerly, pushing their picture across the table to the antagonist, “I colored it!”

The antagonist is taken aback, the seemingly abstract shapes and swirls were the moldings of the Florence street bridge, the closest one to them, on the bridge was an armored money truck, a group of crayon figures are set around it, one of the crayon figures was wearing a crown.

The antagonist looks up at the tiny child who is grinning widely, proudly, “You like it?” Augie’s voice is almost a shriek.

“I do, It’s very good,” the antagonist smiles back, “Can you explain it to me?”

“Sure!” The boy gets out of his chair and runs around the table.

“Augie, can’t you show him from...” But before the henchman can finish his sentence the child has climbed into the antagonist's lap without any sense of hesitation, the antagonist and their henchman freeze as the boy settles in his lap, grabbing the drawing from the antagonist's hands.

“B-boss I’m so sorry, I didn’t--” their henchman starts, they’ve gone a little pale, their hands twisting nervously as they start forward to take the child, but the antagonist raises a hand.

The child looking back at their uncle from their seat in the antagonist’s lap smiles and waves at them, “it’s okay uncle Fred, we’re friends, business partners.”

The antagonist laughs at that, and can’t resist ruffling the boys hair gently, they turn back to their henchman, a teasing smile on their lips, “That’s right, uncle Fred, business partners.”

The henchman laughs back somewhat awkwardly, it feels a bit odd to have his boss, the antagonist, one of the “bad guys” in the city call him uncle Fred.

But the child is explaining now, pointing to the crayon drawing, and the antagonist is listening intently, about half-way through his eyes begin to glimmer in a way that the henchman recognizes.

“So that’s you,” Augie explains, pointing to the crayon figure in the crown, the antagonist never wore a crown, didn’t even own one, but he liked the symbolism.

“Right.”

“And the others are my uncle and his friends,” Augie pointed to the others, “The police can’t get on, because you told them not to, or you’ll blow up the bridge!”

“Uncle Fred drills into the truck, and you get the money,” Augie falters, “I didn’t draw that part.”

“S’okay, I understand.”

“Then when you all get off on your side you blow up the bridge!” Here Augie interjects a mocking laugh, like he was playing the part of the antagonist in the plan, “Like that,” he elaborates.

The antagonist nods, the plan was so simple it was almost sad that he hadn’t thought of it by himself, but it was a little disappointing to be fair, the henchman had set it up like this was going to be an empire making move, not a simple cash grab, but it would work, that alone was impressive. He shouldn’t have passed his judgement so soon, Augie was just getting started.

“Don’t rob the bank,” The boy finished, “Rob the truck, and then, when the bridge is gone the police can’t get you!” Augie beamed, “That’s the cover, it’s a trick! Then all of the other trucks coming in from the ocean--the tankers? They all have to come through this street,” Augie points to a tiny cross drawn X, “It’s far away from the police, and right by your house!”

The antagonist almost chokes, he looks down at the boy in his lap with his both awe and excitement, “All of the traffic would have to come down seventh street after the bridge went” he muttered to himself, the bridge was the main way out of the neighborhood,destroy it and you create a bottle neck, one he’d be perfectly poised to profit from, plus it was something none of the others would ever see coming, he hadn’t seen it at all.

It had taken a child with a unique eye for villainy to see it, the antagonist laughed, although not unkindly, children were the future after all.

“Augie, you’re a genius,” the antagonist chuckled, clearly impressed, the boy smiled at the praise.

“Is it good?” Their henchman asked, leaning across the table expectantly.

‘It’s brilliant,” Not only would taking out the Florence street bridge give him access to all of the bank trucks and delivery vehicles, including all of the supplies from his rivals, if he’d cut off their supplies and attack them, he’d be the top dog in a month. He’d be able to get rid of the gangs, all the infighting and bloodshed, and if he needed anything, for example, information on where to find a certain sidekick, he could catch any crime boss in a very reasonable amount of time. Those city slickers always ran at the first sign of trouble, leaving their seconds to command their guys, except this time they’d be running right to the antagonist’s front door.

It was perfect.

“We’re going to celebrate,” the antagonist declared, letting Augie off before standing and giving the boy a high five.

“Are we going to have pizza? “Augie shrieked, his eyes wide at the possibility.

The antagonist laughed, “Sure,” he looked over at his henchman, “Bring them up to where hero is in an hour or two,” he beamed at Augie, “Or whenever you’re done showing my new business partner around my base, we’ll have a pizza party.” Their henchman nodded, smiling themselves as the child whooped in excitement behind them.

When the antagonist left their boardroom they checked their phone, frowning slightly, hero should be up by now, they dialed a number as they walked down the corridor.

“Hello?” The deep monotone voice of their physician instantly calmed their nerves, they sighed in relief.

“How’s hero doing?” they started, feeling a little silly for calling, they could walk to where hero was in a few minutes.

“Still out, must have been some time since they’ve slept.”

“That’s what I though too, I’d hoped we’d have sidekick back here when they woke up but so far I haven’t heard anything,” the antagonist’s tone gave away a little of their frustration, all of their guys were accounted for except one group of two, having checked their special network and gotten back to the antagonist before the sun had come up, they figured that they were going to have to check up on their missing guys themselves after they’d gotten off of the phone.

They didn’t get a chance to.

The intruder alarm shattered through the easy silence of the base, the antagonist froze, “Don’t let anyone into the room with you doctor, keep hero safe,” they could hear hero’s voice groggily in the background when they hung up, no doubt woken by the piercing alarm.

The antagonist started towards the main office, the hub for all of the activity, they ran into Augie and his uncle on the way. Their henchman looked scared, Augie’s eyes were radiant, “Do we know what’s going on boss?”

“Not yet, but take your nephew into one of the small inner offices and lock yourselves in, if you pass anybody tell them to meet me up here.”

The henchman didn’t need to be told twice, but then again he’d always been good at following orders, he steered a protesting Augie in the direction of the offices.

The antagonist waited for them to get into one safely before continuing on, the antagonist was reaching for the handle on the door to the hub when it was blown off of it’s hinges, the door hit him with enough force to smash him into the wall, his head bouncing off of the concrete with a dull thud, he groaned from his position on the floor as his world spun, he tried weakly to push the heavy metal door off of himself, before he could make much headway darkness closed over him. Then there was something wet and hot dripping down his neck, he didn’t remember sitting up but he could tell that not much time had passed, his vision was still blurring and his head felt like it was splitting open as he tried to focus his eyes. Somewhere someone was screaming, he wanted to get up but he couldn’t get his legs to cooperate, when he looked down he saw why, the door had fallen on them, effectively pinning him to the floor. When he tried to move he felt a tearing pain shoot through his left leg, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out at the sharpness of it.

He fumbled for his phone, his hands feeling oddly numb, when he managed to get it out he was relieved to see that only about ten minutes had passed since his last call, he hit redial and closed his eyes to keep himself focused.

“Antagonist, what is going on?” The physician's voice was a little more than monotone now, a frantic edge had crept into it.

“Ar-are you b-both still safe?” The antagonist was surprised at how weak his voice sounded, he had to focus to hear the doctor over the ringing in his ears.

“We’re locked in, someone was banging on the door but they’re gone now.”

The antagonist realizes that the hallway is starting to get hazy again, “Mmh, if you think hero is up for it, can you and him come get me? I’m in an interesting mess right now,” the antagonist looks down at the blood pooling under the door, they couldn’t lift it, but hero could. How absolutely stereotypical, calling a hero for help when times were darkest.

“He started it,” the antagonist mumbles to themselves.

There is muffled talking on the other end, the antagonist can make out hero’s voice, then the physician is on the line again, “We’re coming, where are you?”

“M’outside the hub,” the antagonist’s voice is too loud, not that they can hear it, “Get Augie n’uncle Fred out of the offices, be s-safe.”

“What are you talking about? Who’s uncle Fred?” But the antagonist can’t hear them anymore, the buzzing has gotten much too loud, their legs barely hurt at all anymore, but their head is bursting, they are so tired, maybe the most tired they’ve ever been, they wonder briefly, sleepily, if this is what hero felt like. It only gets worse with each passing second, finally they can’t keep awake anymore, and they sink below into nothingness.

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heavenly-roman · 4 years

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Death Of A Hero

Plot: “This is not how Virgil would’ve liked to spend his Saturday night, but such is the life of a vigilante, unfortunately.”

Warnings: !! Major Character Death !!, blood, injury, guns, mentions of a robbery, police officers, mentions of paramedics, crying, swearing

Pairing(s): prinxiety

Word Count: 1779

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This is not how Virgil would’ve liked to spend his Saturday night, but such is the life of a vigilante, unfortunately.

“Put the weapon down,” Virgil commands calmly, commending himself for not letting his fear show in his voice. He adjusts his grip on his bow and arrow, using it to gesture to the ground. He feels his smirk grow as the perps eyes widen and his hands fly up, slowly lowering his gun to the ground. His smirk falters, however, when he realizes it’s not because of himself, but because of him .

Officer Prince stands beside him, his gun pointed at the robber. His face is stern, focused, and it takes Virgil a second to realize that he’s talking to him.

“-seriously, Storm, this is dangerous , why are you even here?” Prince asks, and Virgil scoffs.

“Are you kidding me? The city is in danger and I’m here to stop it, Detective Dipshit.”

“That’s what the police are for, Emo Hawkeye,” the officer retorts.

“And let everyone get killed before you dumbasses get here? I don’t think so, Bitch with a Badge.” Virgil moves towards the robber, before looking back and realizing the cop wasn’t following him. He rolls his eyes, asking, “Are you going to arrest him, or do I have to do everything myself?”

Prince shakes his head fondly, “Uh, yeah, I should… do that.”

Virgil gives him a look, one that he hopes conveys no shit . Rolling his eyes again, he lowers his weapon as the officer cuffs the robber. The vigilante waits for him to finish his task and sit the criminal down, and then proceeds to lean his elbow on the shorter man’s shoulder. “So, feel bad that I did your job for you again?”

“Hardly,” Prince shoves Virgil’s elbow off of him. “Now, I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a job to do.” Virgil raises an eyebrow. “You mean the job I just did?”

“No, Robert Downer Jr., the paperwork and the putting-the-bad-guy-in-jail job,” Prince scoffs.

“You’re really loving the marvel nicknames today, aren’t you, Inspector Clueless?”

“You’re trying to be a superhero, so you get superhero nicknames,” the cop shrugs.

“I’m a vigilante, big difference.” “Sure there is, Superman.”

“Don’t you have a job to do?”

“Thought you already did it for me?” Prince’s satisfied smirk makes its way onto his face, causing Virgil to groan. Prince starts walking towards a group of approaching officers, clearly proud of himself, when Virgil speaks without thinking.

“Wait,” He calls, jogging to catch up, occasionally looking back at the perp to insure he’s still there. At Prince’s raised eyebrow, he continues. “I, uh, wanted to know if… okay, look this is really weird for me, I don’t even know if you’re gay, I-”

“Yes, I’ll go out with you, Storm.” Prince interrupts.

“Really?” Virgil’s shocked look earns a chuckle from Prince, which in turn makes Virgil pout. “Don’t laugh at me, Prince.”

“Roman.”

“Roman?” The name feels strange on his tongue, but it’s the right kind of odd.

“That’s my name. Figured you should know it if we’re going on a date,” Roman shrugs. “And yours?”

“Not so fast, Roman, I like to take things slow.” he slings his arm around Roman’s shoulders. “ Real slow.”

“So that means you’re not taking off your mask anytime soon?” the officer asks, once again removing Virgil’s arm from his body.

“Not in your wildest dreams, Princey,” Virgil laughs. He moves towards the robber, intending to bring him to the nearest cop car, when he hears a shout and a loud bang.

“Storm, look out!”

In a flash, Virgil finds himself on the ground, and with a heavily breathing Roman on top of him. Virgil teases, “Woah, Roman, on top of me before the first date? I thought I said I took things slowly.”

Roman lets out a humourless chuckle, “Yeah, uh, sorry, I just- you were almost shot.”

Virgil’s eyes widen, and he whips his head to the side, surprised to see a second and third robber running from the onslaught of officers. Pushing Roman off of him, Virgil jumps into action, pointing his bow and arrow at one of the criminals. “Drop your weapon, hands on your head.” The criminal scoffs before freezing, feeling Roman’s gun at the back of his head. “He said,” Roman coughs out. Virgil thinks he must’ve hit the ground too hard and knocked the wind out of himself. “To drop the gun.”

Letting the gun fall, the criminal drops to his knees while Roman signals another officer to cuff him. Virgil peers around the corner to see the third perp flat on the ground, his hands roughly being moved to the small of his back. Turning back around, all the blood drains from his face when he sees Roman leaning against a wall, face devoid of colour, and a blank look in his eyes. His vision trails down to Roman’s torso, where his hand is pressing into his side, and his shirt is covered in blood.

Approaching quickly, Virgil sucks in a sharp breath at Roman’s clearly laboured breathing. Rapid fire, he spits out his immediate questions. “Roman, when did this happen? Are you okay? Have you called for a medic?”

Roman slides down the wall, only minorly wincing when his shirt catches on the wall and rubs against his wound. His breathing slows, and Virgil can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not. Roman speaks quietly, “Ambulance has been called, no need to worry.”

“When did this happen?” Asks Virgil, crouching down to examine Roman’s side.

“Remember that time when you almost got shot?”

Virgil pauses his actions and frowns. “Are you telling me that-”

“I got shot while protecting a civilian? Yes, I did.”

“Roman-”

“I’m serious, no matter how much you try to be a superhero-” Roman shifts, leaning more of his back against the wall. He breathes deeply, and, to his credit, barely makes a face of pain whilst he does so. “No matter how much you try to be a superhero, you’re not. You’re a civilian, and I’m a police officer. I’ll get a shiny badge for this, whereas you’d just get hospital bills.”

“I don’t like that you did this for me,” Virgil admits. His voice is small, and if he were someone else, he would admit to the few tears running down his cheeks. He moves to add pressure to Roman’s side, quietly apologizing when he hisses. “I know you would’ve done it for anyone, but you should’ve… you should’ve let me take it.”

“Yeah, fat chance, Panic! At The Everywhere. No way I’m letting you get shot because you have some ego to protect,” Roman rolls his eyes, and Virgil sees a stray tear before Roman wipes it away and plasters on his false bravado.

“Virgil.” “Virgil?”

“That’s my name. Figured you should know it if we’re going on a date,” Virgil shrugs.

“Or if I’m dying in your arms,” Roman responds, laughing to himself, which then morphs into a cough. He pulls his hand away, dramatically motioning to the blood on his palm. “It’s like all of those murder mystery movies, where the host coughs into their handkerchief and then they pull it away to reveal blood.”

“Figures you’d watch those movies. And you’re not dying in my arms, Roman.”

“You’re right,” Roman moves himself to lay in Virgil’s lap. With some strain, he pulls one of Virgil’s arms around his waist. “ Now I’m dying in your arms.”

“Roman, goddammit, this is not something to joke about!” Virgil cries. He presses down on the wound again, making the man in his lap groan in pain. He pulls his mask off, attempting to use it as a tourniquet. He pretends to ignore Roman staring at his face. “Fuck, shit, fuck, I have to do something , you’re dying because of me -”

“Virgil,” Roman coughs. He reaches up and wipes the free flowing tears from Virgil’s face. “It’s okay, there’s nothing you can do.”

“There- There should be something, I-”

“Hey, gorgeous, look at me,” Roman smiles weakly. “You can do something, okay? I’ll give you something to do to help.”

“Please,” whimpers Virgil.

“Just-” Roman’s coughs are hacking now, and despite the blood dripping down his chin, Virgil can’t help but realize how truly beautiful this man is. “Just hold me.”

Virgil nods, cradling the man who saved his life . He lets out a soft, “yeah?” when Roman says his name again.

Roman smiles weakly. “Sing to me?”

“Okay,” Virgil whispers. He sings the first song that comes to mind. “ That night I put my youth in a casket, and buried it inside of me. That night I saw through all the magic, now I'm a witness to the death of a hero .”

“Your voice is soothing, it’s nice,” Roman mutters. He closes his eyes and hums along with Virgil’s singing.

“ I burned all the pictures in the attic, and threw away the magazines. That night I saw through all the magic, now I’m a witness to the death of a hero .”

Roman’s face goes slack, and Virgil panics. “Roman, wake up, please , this isn’t funny, wake up Roman, wake up !” he slaps Roman’s cheek, but he doesn’t stir.

Virgil is sobbing now, clutching onto Roman’s limp body like a lifeline. He’s getting blood all over himself, it’s sticky and warm, but it’s Roman’s, and so he’ll suffer. Violent thoughts dance through his mind, mostly of revenge on the asshole who shot at him, but he ignores them in favour of petting Roman’s hair.

Eventually, the paramedics - when did they get here? - tell him to step aside, and that they need access to the body. Virgil wants to scream at them, how dare they show up too late, and then refer to Roman as just a body ? He refrains, however, and asks for just one more minute with him, please. They oblige, although begrudgingly, and leave him be.

The only thing Virgil can think to do is to sing.

“ The death of a hero, he couldn't be saved, now I'm cutting the grass and I'll cover his grave. I'll cover his grave. The death of a hero, I'm turning the page, now I'm cutting the grass and I’ll cover his grave. I'll cover his grave.

That night I put my youth in a casket and buried it inside of me. That night I saw through all the magic, now I'm a witness to the death of a hero. I burned all the pictures in the attic, and threw away the magazines. That night I saw through all the magic, and now I'm a witness to the death of a hero .”

#prinxiety #requests/prompts #major character death #tw blood #tw guns #tw gun #police au #roman angst #roman sanders angst #roman sanders #virgil sanders #hey please let me know if i need to tag something else #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #bennie’s books

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gandrewheadcannons · 5 years

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Drabble 1 (angst) (open ended)

I wrote a drabble that’s angsty like I’ve been recently.

Andrew doesn’t wish often for things. He prides himself on being reasonable. Pragmatic. He’s meticulously organized and often not caught up in frivolous thoughts that would have him desiring for something he could just create with a well-thought-out plan to achieve. He lived very much by the notion of ‘if you want it, go for it’ and liked that about himself. It kept him grounded, kept him level headed. Made it so he could breathe easier when he was anxious. If he stayed far away from wishing then he had less to add to his mix of doubt and insecurities. But right now, very out of character, he found himself sitting alone at two o’clock in the morning wishing.

Ryland had stopped filming hours ago and Shane had retreated to the editing room to work. Andrew had declined working in the same room as him feeling squicked by the copious amount of lip gloss Shane had been smearing across his mouth. He was left to his own devices in the spare bedroom when a picture had appeared across his twitter feed that had stopped him in his tracks. It was an old photo of him and Garrett, something someone had screen grabbed from a video where Garrett’s eyes are twinkling and Andrew’s got a soft smile as he stares at the boy. The person had tagged them both and added a message of ‘soft bois’ with a bunch of emoji hearts. It had been shared and liked a good number of times but it wasn’t the picture itself that had him stopping. He’d seen it so many times that at this point it didn’t surprise him to see the way he was watching Garrett in it.

No, what had him stopping was the top tweet underneath it that read, ‘Im sad they don’t seem to hang anymore…used to ship but now I hope Garrett finds people who can appreciate him. The squad definitely doesn’t’ That tweet had almost as many likes as the original, a list of people agreeing. He hesitates to click the profile and then decides against it, exiting Twitter completely and then opening his messages and scrolling to find the conversation with Garrett. It had been a few weeks since they’d texted and Andrew feels a bubble of guilt building in his stomach fluttering amidst something else that Andrew realizes is desire. He misses Garrett. He could easily admit that to anyone who asked. He didn’t to see him as much now that Shane had moved and Andrew spent the majority of his time here. But what he wasn’t sure that he was so readily able to admit would be the fact that, even though it’s just a brief moment, he wishes more than anything that Garrett was there with him.

Looking around the guest room it feels lonely and isolating with the glow of his phone and computer screen the only lights. Biting the corner of his thumb nail he hesitates as he figures out what to send. It was late and though he knew Garrett was awake he found himself, for one of the first times in their friendship, unsure of how to start a conversation with him. Thinking back to the horoscope Shane had read him he blushes despite being alone with his intrusive thoughts. He knew he adored Garrett. Had always done so from the moment they’d met in person and Garrett had shared his cold brew and spoke excitedly about a puppy he’d seen on the way to meet him.

Garrett was his go to guy for any anxieties he might have, his favorite person to get lost with in conversations, but he seemed so far away as of late. He hadn’t wanted to be a part of the series this time. Had explained it softly to them back in February that he’d rather take time for himself and to be with his family. It had felt like a slow bandaid being pulled achingly from Andrew’s side; the comfort of laughter and ease not being present in the long days of filming for the past nine months. He was tired.

Bypassing the messaging all together he bites the bullet and hits the call button, the screen enlarging with buttons and ‘calling G’ scrolling across the top. He’s about ready to hang up and send an apology text with each uwhen all of a sudden Garrett picks up. It’s loud in the background of wherever he is. Andrew hates that he doesn’t know.

“Hey!” Garrett’s voice shouts loudly. “Give me a minute, I’m trying to go outside.” There’s clinking of glasses and someone shouting as music suddenly blares and then it all fades into a quiet hum like something pulled from a movie. “Sorry!” Garrett sounds breathless and laughs a little. “It’s wild in there. What’s up? Are you okay?” His voice going from laughter to concern, the volume lowering into a normal speaking tone with Garrett’s quick pacing sprinkled into the tone.

“I’m good.” Andrew already feels the constricting in his chest lightening some. “Where are you?” A nervous laugh bubbling over and spilling between his lips as he says, “it’s like…way past a Garrett Watts approved party time.” Garrett lets out a manic laugh and Andrew finds himself craving to see the reaction in person.

“Oh I know! It’s so silly. I really did want to leave like three hours ago but now I’m kind of stuck because I got too drunk to drive back home.” Andrew can detect a hint of slurring to confirm the statement. A drunk Garrett was one of his favorite versions; overly tactile and honest with whoever he was with. Andrew could do with a hug.

“Are you okay? You want a ride?” Being forty minutes away was a stretch of an offer but Andrew found that he was up and walking towards his shoes. He’d drive it if it meant spending one night with Garrett.

“Oh Andrew that’s so sweet!” Garrett coos, “I’m really okay, it’s fine. You’re probably at Shane’s anyways?” Andrew hates that he’s so predictable now. Misses when he was only down the street.

“Yeah I am.” He sighs. From his window he can see one of the driveways with his car in it. “I don’t mind, Garrett. I can come.” He presses further. Garrett makes a booing sound and laughs again.

“It’s fine!” Then he drops his voice. “Actually, can I tell you something?” He trails off like he’s to giddy to contain the giggles that erupt. “It’s so crazy, Andrew. But oh!” He lets out another nervous laughter. “I kind of…maybe met someone.” He’s breathless, slurring together the last of his words into one quick session.

“What?” Andrew feels blank. Garrett had met someone. It wasn’t like this was different. Garrett had met so many people and Andrew had picked him up from countless of dates that hadn’t gone well but the last he’d heard; Garrett wasn’t interested in dating anyone. “Like…a someone?” His throat feels painfully scratchy like if he speaks any louder his hammering heart might claw its way up it and out through his mouth. Pitiful. The best way to describe himself in the moment.

“Yeah!” Garrett is whispering. “His name is Ron. We didn’t even meet through Tinder I just like… kept seeing him at the same diner as me at the same time and we ended up eating together a few times. I thought we were just friends but it turns out he thought we were on a few dates!” Garrett laughs. “I pretty much suck at this.” He admits but he doesn’t sound as despondent as he normally would with the statement. In fact, he sounds more amused.

“Wow.” He’s stilted in his commentary. The hopeful feeling that had warmed his body was slowly drained and replaced with something akin to regret. “How…uh.” He clears his throat annoyed that he feels like crying. “How long?” He wants Garrett to say a week. Wants him to say that he doesn’t think it’ll go anywhere.

“A few months,” Garrett says hastily. “I dunno. We aren’t like…it’s not super serious. But I really like him.” He’s enraptured as he says it.

Nine months of almost no time together save the odd weekday coffee now and then had Garrett in a relationship with someone for more than just a week. Andrew is definitely going to be sick.

“That’s great,” It isn’t. Nothing feels great. Andrew wants to hang up the phone. “Hey, actually, I have to go.” He tries to not let his disappointment seep through his gritted teeth. Garrett doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of his regret.

“Oh.” Garrett's disappointed. “Are you sure?” Andrew doesn’t want to. Wants to stay on the phone with him for hours. Wants to lay on his brown leather couch and watch an obscure western Garrett had found on Vimeo. Wants to drink English breakfast tea as they watch the sun rise because they’d stayed up too late make stupid videos he’d saved into a special file on his hard drive.

“Yeah man, I didn’t know you were out and stuff.” He doesn’t want to be that guy, unsure if he means the one who keeps a friend on the phone during a party or the one who is desperate for that friend to pity him enough to do it anyways. He’s not sure he cares that he’s both.

“I don’t mind, Andrew.” Garrett sounds surprisingly sober all of a sudden. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Andrew nods then remembers that Garrett can’t see him through the phone.

“Yeah.” He lets out a breath to loosen the constricting around his throat. Please stay with me threatens to pour out but he manages to keep it contained. They’re quiet.

“Megan Batoon get another boyfriend?” He knows Garrett is joking but it’s that comment that has him realizing why Garrett had gone and found someone knew. The slight under bite coupled with the reminder that Andrew wasn’t supposed to be interested in Garrett like that.

“No boyfriend.” He can’t bring the joke to life either. “Not her at least.” It falls flat. The noise from the background is completely gone now and Andrew wishes for the distraction of it back. He can hear Garrett’s breathing through the phone, heavy puffs like he’s starting up to say something then thinking better of it. Before Andrew can continue and apologize for whatever weird, standoffish twist their conversation had taken he hears someone calling Garrett’s name in the background. There’s a shuffle and then hushed tones before Garrett is back on the phone.

“Hey man.” He clicks his tongue disappointed. “I gotta go but maybe we can meet up for coffee sometime soon? Catch up.” He doesn’t sound like he had before. Sounds like he’s making an obligation to save whatever it is they have.

“Yeah.” Andrew wants so badly for that to happen and for them to climb back into each other’s space. “I really want to.” He knows it’s just a formality at this point. He only has a few weeks before the first episode drops. Coffee soon was looking like November if they both really tried.

“Cool! Yeah, that’d be good. Talk to you later,” Garrett doesn’t hang up quite yet, like he’s waiting. “Love you.” He tacks on as if he’s embarrassed to be saying it. It’s rushed.

“Love you.” Andrew’s slides out easily as if it was simple. A phrase both of them accustomed to saying. It shouldn’t be so hard. The phone goes quiet and when Andrew finally grows the will to pull it down from his ear it’s just his home screen. His heart sinks at the lack of Garrett.

Sadness envelops him like a blanket as he curls deep into the crevice of the bed with his hood pulled tightly up. Steering clear of Twitter he opens up Netflix on his phone and tries to fall asleep to an episode of The Office, Michael Scott’s antics soothing his mind. His dreams filled with images he can’t recall being real or not, Garrett’s name on the edge of his tongue; a sloshing wave of regret in his stomach. He makes a promise to himself then- no more wishing allowed, developing a plan to fix them before the year was up. It was what he did.

#gandrew #drabble 1 #angst drabble #open ended drabble #i might continue it if people wantedddd #i'm just in a mood lol #hope u enjoy ;)

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captain-kingliamsqueen · 5 years

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I Missed You - Liam x Riley Part 2

Unexpected Surprise Part 2

Pairing: Liam x MC

Summary: …As much as you want to plan your life, it has a way of surprising you with unexpected things that will make you happier than you originally planned!

Word Count: 3,898

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“hello? Riley? Riley is that you?” Riley felt her heart swell when his voice met her ears.

“Hi, Liam” she whispered

“my god it’s so good to hear your voice, Riley”

“Liam…” she whispered with a sniffle

“-is everything okay?”

“i-im going to tell you something a-and you’re going to think I’m crazy…but…”

“Riley your scaring me, are you okay?”

“Liam…I’m in the Hospit-OH MY GOD!” she cut herself off with a groan when a contraction hit.

“THE HOSPITAL?! Why? What’s wrong?”

“I-I don’t know how to tell you this…”

“Riley you can tell me anything”

“Liam what I’m about to tell you, will turn your life upside down…”

“Riley…?”

“I was in a lot of excruciating pain, to the point where I could hardly move…I was brought to the hospital in an ambulance, they thought it was an appendicitis, so when I got to the hospital they done an ultrasound…Liam…they found a heartbeat”

“Riley, I don’t understand, what do you mean they found a heartbeat?”

“I’m having a baby” she whispered, the phone went silent as Liam took in what she had just said

“Riley that’s…wow…”

“It’s a cryptic pregnancy Liam…I didn’t know…the doctors didn’t know…no one knew…”

“what do you mean you didn’t know Riley…I don’t understand…”

“Liam...”

“…how far along are you?” he whispered

“…I’m in active lab-oh shi-” she groaned “in having this baby right now, Liam”

“RIGHT NOW? YOUR-WAIT THAT CAN’T BE RIGHT RILEY SURELY!”

“Liam…I assure you…this pain is not lying, they done the scans, they ran tests…everything confirmed it Liam. There is a baby coming out of me…”

“and the baby’s mine?”

“you’re the only person ive been with Liam, since I came to Cordonia to right in this very moment, you’re the only guy I’ve slept with. I’m sorry, Liam, I knew this would be crazy to hear, but I couldn’t not tell you, I had to…you have a right to know. But I want you to know, I don’t expect anything from you, I-I just thought you should know”

“Riley” Liam whispered sincerely

“yeah?”

“I’m already in the car on the way to the airport, are you in New York?”

“you’re coming?”

“of course! Riley you just told me you’re in the hospital about to give birth to my child!” Bastian looked wide eyed at Liam. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” Liam sighed

“I’m at Lenox hill hospital, upper east side of Manhattan, Liam you don’t have t-”

“I want to Riley, I’m about three hours out from there.”

“I can’t believe this is happening Liam, I’m scared…I’m really scared”

“I know, I am too…Riley, you’re the strongest person I know, you can do this, I promise you!”

“I don’t have anything Liam…I done have anything prepared… I don’t have a crib…I don’t-I don’t have a pushchair, I don’t have a car seat…oh god, how am I supposed to get the baby home if I don’t even have a car seat…I don’t have clothes, baby grows, diapers…oh god!!”

“shh shh everything’s going to be alright, we’ll get everything the baby needs. who’s at the hospital with you Riley?”

“no one” she sniffled

“no one? is there anyone you can call, that can get to you before I can?”

“no, it’s just me”

Liam let out a sigh as he ran his free hand over his face. “alright, um…I’ll try and get to you as fast as I can, do you need me to bring you anything, anything you need straight away?”

“no, I need you to just get here…I just need you here, Liam. Once the baby is here, we can worry about everything else.”

“alright…” Liam paused listening to what Bastian was telling him before speaking again “okay, um, Bastian said the jet can be ready to leave in fifteen minutes…Riley, I know there’s a very slim chance I’m going to make it to you in time, but I’m going to be there as soon as I can, it’s going to be hard, it’s going to be painful, but you are strong Riley, you can do this.”

“Liam…” she sniffled “…I love you” she was unsure if she should have said the three words…but there were no other words she could use to describe how she felt in that moment.

“I Love you too” she could hear his smile in the way he spoke.

Just before Liam boarded the plane, he bid Riley good luck and goodbye. They spent the next two hours sending messages back and forth between them, riley keeping him updated on everything that was going on.

It was two hours after Liam boarded the plane that the nurses told Riley she was ready to push. Whilst the nurses ensured they had everything they needed; Riley sent a quick message to Liam. After turning her camera on her phone on, she asked the nurse closes to her to sit it somewhere appropriate so that she could send Liam the video once the baby was born. She knew it would be killing him not to be there.

“okay Riley, are you ready?”

“no” she laughed and cried at the same time.

“I know this is all just so overwhelming and scary, my dear, but you’re in safe hands, we’re going to do our darn best to keep you and your baby as safe as we can, alright?”

“okay” Riley nodded as the nurse helped her sit up in the right position. After explaining to her the best way to push, they were ready to go.

Riley was pushing for a solid fifty-two minutes when she came to her final push.

“alright Riley this is going to be a really big one okay, I know you’re tired, but once this is done, you can lie back and relax, are you ready?”

“mhmmmm” Riley groaned as the next contraction hit hard.

“god this hurts so damn much!” she groaned as she tucked her chin into her chest as she pushed.

Just a few seconds later she left the pressure on her lower region decrease. Her face was covered in tears as she watched the doctor, move from the bottom of the bed and place a beautiful baby girl on her chest. “oh god, look at you” she cried as she looked over her daughter. “where did you come from” she laughed “let me tell you baby girl I’m never playing hide and seek with you” she cried. Just a few minutes later, one of the nurses approached the bed “I’m just going to take her to check her over alright, because you didn’t have any prenatal vitamins or medications we just need to make sure she’s fit and healthy” Riley nodded instantly being filled with worry, once the camera on Riley's phone had been turned off she quickly sent the video to Liam. Whilst the baby was being checked over, the doctors made sure Riley was okay after the delivery. About fifteen minutes later, the nurse returned with the baby girl wrapped in a blanket. She handed her to Riley with a smile.

“is she okay?” she panicked

“she’s perfectly healthy in everyway”

“thank god” Riley smiled tiredly as she cradled the baby in her arms. she cooed and awed at her new daughter. Her attention was taken when her phone pinged repeatedly with multiple messages coming through. Then her phone screen lit up with a video call from Liam.

She answered instantly, with a tired grin.

“Riley…I…I don’t even know what to say” his grin grew the longer he was on screen, Riley’s heart swelled as she watched the tears fall down Liam's face. “I can’t believe any of this right now” he chuckled

“where are you?” Riley asked

“I’ve not long left the airport, we’re only about fifteen minutes away, are you sure you don’t need anything? I can stop at a store or something”

“no, I’m okay, I’m just tire-” she was cut off with a loud cry from the little one in her arms. Liam's breathe caught in his throat as he heard his daughter for the first time.

“shh shh, it’s okay” Riley cooed with a smile as the baby started to calm. “would you like to see her Liam?”

“of course! Yes!”

As Riley held the phone over to the side so that the baby was in the cameras view, Liam gasped.

“Riley…Riley she’s perfect…she’s everything” he whispered as a stray tear fell down his cheek.

“Liam she’s the spitting image of you”

“you think so?” he smirked

“she’s a Rhys alright, just look at those blue eyes…those are Rhys eyes, Liam and you can’t deny it” she giggled

About ten minutes later, the car pulled up outside the hospital, Liam leaped out with Bastian on his tail, making their way to the front desk.

“can I help you sir?”

“I’m looking for room 314, Riley brooks, she just had a baby”

“ah yes, just up the corridor, take the elevator to the third floor, then take the left corridor”

“thank you so much!” Liam replied as he and Bastian took off running for the elevator.

Just a few minutes later, Liam found himself standing in front of the door to Riley's room.

“you know if you say the magic word it might just open itself” Bastian gave him a nudge. Liam smirked then placed his hand on the door handle, he let out a deep breath as he pushed the handle down then pushed the door open.

Riley looked up from the sleeping baby in her arms with a grin on her face as she looked at the one person she had longed to see.

“Riley…” he whispered

“Hey” she replied in the same tone.

Liam quickly made his way over, stopping at the end of the bed, scared to get any closer.

“Come here” Riley whispered from the bed.

“I’m nervous” he admitted

“don’t be…she’s waiting to meet you” Riley grinned

“Riley…I-”

“I know Liam…I know” she smiled as she looked down at the little one in her arms

Liam slowly made his way to the side of the bed, as soon as he seen the little one in person he gasped “Riley she’s the most perfect little bundle of happiness” he chuckled as he wiped a stray tear that had fallen down his face. “would you like to hold her?” she asked

“I would love nothing more”. He carefully took the baby from Riley's arms with a grin.

“she’s so tiny”

“hah! Tell my hoo-ha that! There aint nothing’ small about that baby” she chuckled then hissed.

“How are you feeling?”

“in pain…uncomfortable, traumatized” she smirked

“Riley, I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you in time, I really tried” he sighed

“hey…it’s okay, you’re here now, that’s what matters”

Liam sat himself down in the armchair beside Riley's bed.

“Hi, sweetheart” he whispered as he cooed at the baby girl in his arms. “I’m Your Daddy…and I love you so, so much” he looked up as he heard light snoring, he smiled as he seen Riley conked out, fast asleep.

“your mother is so brave and so strong” he whispered as he gently ran his finger down the baby’s little button nose.

After an hour had passed Liam had placed the sleeping baby in the hospital cot. He watched Riley as she slept.

“thank you, Riley,” he whispered, standing beside the bed, he leaned over and placed a kiss against her head.

“mmm you’re very welcome” she mumbled in return, causing him to smirk. Her eyes slowly flickered open.

“hey” she whispered

“hey” Liam replied the same way “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you”

“it’s okay, is she alright?”

“she’s fine, she’s just sleeping”

“can I get you something to eat? You must be starving”

“I could eat a whole horse”

“what would you like? Anything at all, name it and I’ll go get it”

“Liam, its four o’clock in the morning, nowhere will be open”

“I’ll find somewhere”

“I want the best fried chicken you can find”

“fried chicken…alright I’ll see what I can do” he smirked

“can you do something for me?”

“of course, anything”

“this damn hospital gown is disgusting, if I give you the keys to my apartment, could you pick me up some clothes? Comfy clothes! Some joggers or leggings”

“of course, yes”

“also…poor bash, he must be going crazy in the house himself, could you just make sure he has some food in his bowl and some water?”

“bash? Your corgi?”

“yeah”

“of course, I’ll take him out for a few minutes in case he needs the bathroom”

“thank you so much, Liam”

Liam headed out promising Riley he would be back as soon as possible.

Once Liam climbed into the car, he and Bastian headed for the address Riley had given them. It only took around fifteen minutes to get to the apartment, it was a lot nicer than the one she was in when he first met her. He smiled as he shut the apartment door, taking a glance around the apartment, it was Riley all over, it wasn’t modern it was very rustic and cozy, very…Riley.

As soon as bash heard the he jumped down from the bed and hightailed it into the living room barking. As soon as he got to the door and seen it wasn’t Riley, he started growling. Liam smirked when he seen the little fluffball.

“hey bash!” he crouched down, putting his hand out for the dog to sniff. Bash slowly creeped forward, growling as he went, once he got just far enough where he could smell Liam's scent, he started sniffing his hand. As soon as he got a whiff of his scent bash’s eyes widened, he knew exactly who it was! he bounded forward jumping onto Liam's lap, licking at his face and nuzzling his hand!

“hey boy!! I’ve missed you! Yes, I have!” he chuckled as bash jumped all over him.

Once Liam found the dog leash, he took bash out for a short walk, then he made his way back so he could put together a bag for Riley. he was looking through the wardrobe for some comfy clothing for her, when he turned to get her some socks from the bedside drawer, he stopped as he seen the small photo frame, containing a picture, they had taken on one of their secrets meetings, they looked so happy.

Liam returned to the hospital about an hour later, bearing the gift of food in one arm and an overnight bag for Riley in the other.

“oh goodness, I can smell it from here!!” Riley grinned; Liam handed Riley the bag of food before pulling the tray up so she could put the food on it.

“thank you so much” she smirked as she started emptying the bag, then diving into the contents

“hey, wait a minute…no one ever taught you to share?” Liam smirked as he made his way to the side of the bed, “Come on, scootch up”

Riley grinned as she moved over carefully, making enough room for Liam to sit. He climbed onto the bed, pulling his legs up, wrapping his closest arm around Riley's shoulder as she leaned her head on his shoulder as she ate.

“was bash okay?”

“yeah, he was okay, I took him for a little walk, he didn’t recognise me at first, but when he realised it was me, he went crazy!”

“really?” she chuckled after that the room was silent for a few minutes

“thank you, Liam” she whispered

“for what?”

“for being here, for dropping everything to come here”

“Riley…I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, you and our daughter…I would do anything for you”

“I know” she whispered

“did you ever think the day would come, Liam…you and I sitting in the hospital after the birth of our daughter”

“only in my dreams” he sighed “but I am so happy that this is reality”

“me too” she smiled then a frown fell on her face. “you know…we should probably talk about the situation we are both now in…I mean…first of all, we live in two different countries literally over 10 hours away from each other…plus there’s the whole madeleine thing”

“Riley…”

“what?” she asked as she lifted a piece of chicken to her mouth.

“I filed for divorce”

“what!” she coughed as she swallowed the food in her mouth.

“a couple of weeks ago, I mean, it will take a few months to go through but…it’s done”

“you…you filed for divorce…why?”

“because I realised that for me to be the king I need and want to be, I can’t let people make decisions for me, I can’t live my life in a marriage I don’t want…and I realised I don’t have to…I took me a while to realise it but I did”

“so…what happens now? W-with madeleine?”

“well, she is still technically queen until the divorce goes through, so she will stay in the palace until we have made a formal statement, then she will move to Fidelia”

“so…you’ll be a free man to do what you want”

“yes, I will”

“good to know” she smirked

Just before Liam could respond they were interrupted by the fussing new-born. Liam was quickly at her side trying to sooth her, he lifted her to his chest gently rocking her.

“you’re a natural” Riley smiled

“really?” Liam smirked as he made his way over to her sitting himself down beside her on the bed.

“really” she smiled as she looked over her daughter in his arms. “you can already tell she loves you” she added

“how?”

“she’s so comfortable just lying against your chest, just look at how peaceful her face is” she smirked

“I remember a time when you looked that peaceful sleeping against my chest too” he smirked avoiding looking at her as she blushed

“who wouldn’t be comfortable laying against you” she muttered as she leaned her head on his shoulder

“I’ve missed you Riley” Liam whispered as he looked over at her. she shifted her gaze from the baby to Liam.

“I’ve missed you too” after a few minutes silence Riley spoke again “Liam?”

“yeah?” he smiled at the new-born in his arms as she lay peacefully

“why didn’t you call me? When you filed for divorce”

“I wanted to…I really did, but I hadn’t heard from you in eight a half months…I didn’t want to impose on your life, a lot can happen in eight months” he nodded towards the baby with a chuckle “exhibit A…in all seriousness though, it’s true, anything could have happened, you could have been in a serious relationship for all I knew…the second I decided I was going to do it, I wanted to call you”

“you’re not the kind of guy a girl can just move on from, Liam. A guy like you usually ends up being the one”

“Riley! Stop making me blush in front of my daughter” he joked

“awe did I make the big bold king blush?”

“only you could, Riley, only you could”

“so, what happens now?”

“well, I’ll always be honest with you Riley, you know that, I would like nothing more than for you to come to Cordonia, you and our daughter, for two main reasons”

“and what are those?”

“well, the first I hope is the obvious…I love you both very much, it would hurt me very much to have to leave you both”

“and number two?”

“she’s the crown princess” he smiled

“Liam…I will get slaughtered if I turn up after 8 months with a baby claiming she’s the crown princess…”

“everything will be fine, I’ll make sure of it, I will make a statement, I will claim her as my child, what are they gonna do then?”

“Liam, I have a job here, I have a life, if I come to Cordonia, will be giving up a peaceful life, to be scrutinized and shamed, it will look bad on the crown, people will know we slept together out of wedlock”

“what’s done is done, Riley, and they can’t change it so they can live with it, its twenty nineteen, they’ll get over it”

“would you at least think about it?” he asked

“oh I’ll definitely think about it, I’m not saying no, I’m just…I’m scared, last time I was there, I thought we were going to be together, spend our lives together, then it all went up in the air, I just… ”

Liam looked at her with so much sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Riley, I know it was ALOT to deal with, but I promise you, it won’t be the same this time, no one will be making this decision for me, madeleine won’t be an issue, it’s just me and you…and our little one” he smiled “that’s all that matters this time, I promise”

“Liam I need more than promises…there is a baby involved now, I can’t just take her half way around the world to end up hurt and coming back again and having to restart all over again, if you can ensure that we would be with you, no matter what, if you could ensure that no matter what anyone says, you will stand by us, then I would go in a heartbeat!”

“Riley, I swear, on my own life, if you and the baby come to Cordonia, you will be under my protection, no matter what anyone says Riley, no matter what anyone does, I want to be with you, you, I want us to be a family, I’ll have the apartment redone, a nursery put in, it will be ours”

Riley looked at Liam, without saying a word then she spoke “you swear, no one will come between us?”

“they may try, but I swear I won’t let them”

“okay…but I have things to sort before we go, I have to speak with work, I have to sort my apartment, so I can’t leave straight away”

“you’ll come?”

“yes, we’ll come to Cordonia” she grinned

“oh, Riley, you don’t know how happy that makes me! you know…she’s going to need a name” Liam smiled

“do you have anything in mind?” Riley asked him

“I like Emily, what about a middle name?”

“I like Jane” she whispered. “I know it’s not exotic, but I think it’s sweet, Emily Jane Rhys…”

“I like it, its sweet” Liam smiled

“may I?” Riley put her hands out to take the baby in her hold. She carefully cradled the little one in her arms, holding her out in front of her. The little one looked up at her with her big blue eyes.

“what do you think, sweetheart…is that your name? Emily...Emily Jane Rhys, I think it’s perfect”

“I do too” Liam smiled as he looked at the two most important women in his life.

It was a few hours later, Emily was sleeping, riley and Liam were lay on the bed, catching up on the past 8 months, it was a break in the conversation when Liam had stood up to stretch his legs a little. “I think I’m going to go get some tea from the cafeteria, would you like anything?”

“could you get me some fruit juice?”

“of course, I’ll be back in two seconds” just as Liam opened the door he was met with a face, he really didn’t want to see…

“Hello…Husband!”

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Lara’s birthday mutual appreciation rant

Anyway as of 50 minutes ago, it’s my birthday and I’ve been playing tennis all day so naturally, I’m drunk.

So feeling the love and affection right now, I thought why not show some appreciation to all my mutuals who are amazing and I love.

there is a good chance I’ll regret this when I’m sober but lets take that gamble

Let’s start with a blanket statement, which is how happy even having mutuals makes me. Things from seeing my mutuals on my dash to seeing my posts on my dash and even just seeing that little *reblogged from* you thing makes me smile. Every time any of you say my name in your tags, it just remind me that you are real people and that I am real and some how I am connected to all these amazing people from around the world. i don’t even care if sometimes you have to check my description to remember my name

Having an outlet where I can share my thoughts and feelings on these stupid things I get obsessed with is amazing, and the fact that even one of you would listen to my stupid rants means the most to. I honestly think this is something we take for granted and some times we focus to much on the negative but tonight we are sharing the love, because we need more of that in this world.

In all honesty I don’t talk to many of you, and the ones that I do it’s only been once or twice. Please don’t take this the wrong way, mostly I think that I’m not that interesting, so why would you want to talk to me ? If I ever drop out of a conversation randomly it’s because I think I’m boring you and I don’t want to bother you even if you messaged me first . If I never message you first I promise it’s not because I don’t want to talk, but more my brain tells me you only wanted to talk once about that specific topic and then never wanted to interact again. But I promise if you want to talk to me, I’m always game.

That fact that you all continue to follow me and support me even when i’m posting and talking shit, or go through phases of shows that you don’t watch, or post about characters or ship that you don’t like, or sometimes actively hate (*cough*murven*cough*), really does mean alot in this small little world and i want to thank all of you for it...

Now onto some specifics... in no particular order

@clarkegriffintitties - i followed you because of you’re url because eternal mood, lets be real. I’m pretty sure I’ve told you this before, another drunk lara declaration, but not a single regret because you are officially my #1 crush, according to Tumblr. So keep doing your thang boo !

@eizagonzalezs - oh meg, a fellow cora hale stan. the literal reason I started watching the 100, you know back in the day when i thought they were canon and their names were the other way around. and ofcourse one of my murvensource gals. follow forever and eternal devotion !

@madigriffen - my other murvensource gal! i’m eternal grateful for you kat because I no longer feel like I’m single handedly coming out with murven content! im both shocked and impressed how quickly you have gained followers, but not at all surprised because you deserve every single on of them.

@blarke - maggie. you gave me this url. and that should be enough to express how much i appreciate you. but it’s not. you love for the boys from my old url, gendry and bell will always be remembered. and i wish you came and talked to me sooner because i honestly can’t remember what it’s like not to follow you, they must have been dark times. ALSO when I was stalking your about page when i first followed you i noticed our birthdays were one day apart, same year and all (different time zones but whatever) and that really excited me, so happy late birthday and hope you’re pumped for your 20′s!

@clarkebell - without a doubt one of my favourite mutuals. can i say, even though you seem like the sweetest most approachable people you intimidate the hell out of me. because you are pretty af, seem so cool and are all around just amazing. also i always love a fellow aussie, you are a blues supporter but i guess i can let that slide

@starboybellamy - i feel the thing i will always associate with you is the ‘my husband doesn’t understand the meaning of fucking hurry’ text post because it was the most unintentionally blarke thing ever. i always live for you’re bfsn, partly because you’re usually drinking and/or drunk and i respect that, mainly because you are gorgeous ..

@bellofthesky - i followed you because tumblr wouldn’t stop recommending you’re blog. and for once they got something right! despite me not having followed you for very long (5th most recent follow) you are one of my top 9 tumblr crushes. basically, i feel you’re content boo so keep it up xx

@bellarkes-hope - how long have we been mutuals? about a month. how long have i thought we’ve been mutuals? like all year. not much to say other than i dropped the ball, I've corrected that mistake and i’m now out here living my best life will you on my dash

@bb-8 - have i watched a single star wars movie? nope. did i squeal with excitement for you when you got this url? of-fucking-course! cody, you are the queen of icons and an amazing person. and anyone who loves anne bonny as much as i do will always be loved and respected in this house

@sanssa - a multifandom blog that is actually consistently multifandom? sorcery or just an icon? maybe both. Kyra, i feel like you were out there giving me love and supporting me back when i barely had any mutuals and for that you will always have a special place in my heart. i will admit i lost you for a minute there with url changes but i found you again of course you just moved to a different sansa stark url

@blueshirtbell - Isla you are probably the person who uses my name in the tags the most often and every time it makes me feel warm and fuzzy. also you’re comments on my bfsn are always so sweet and make me smile. you truely are a great person and i feel like everyone in you’re life is better off for it

@bellamynochillblake - you’re ship and let ship attitude is truly an inspiration, and lets be honest a massive relief at times when this fandom can become a negative mess!

@jarleene - as the author of some of my fave murven fics you will always deserve a special mention. when i saw you updated crazy recently i couldn’t stop smiling. that fic has been a slow process but worth every wait, i couldn’t care less if it ever gets finished because even having any of it is truly a gift!

@hvitserkk - desirae, you followed me soon after i followed you. why? i’ll never know. but you’re url alone is enough reason to love you. in this brief time i’ve already learnt so much from you about colourings and you are always my first stop to learn more! and eternal thank yous for getting me onto animal kingdom

@lieutenantshaw - im? not? worthy? im not sure why i feel this way.. maybe it’s the amazing edits or the whole aesthetic or maybe that your whole blog seems well thought out and clean and i feel like you looking at my blog would kinda be like that ‘damn bitch you live like this?’ picture.. do you feel like you’re blog is like that ? idk,, but if you are happy following me you do you cause it makes me feel good :)

the rest of my mutals - not because i love you less or don’t have anything to say about you but simply because i’m coming down, i’m tired and lazy as all fuck.

if you want a paragraph about why you are amazing swing into my ask box because i guarantee you I’ve got one ;)

@bellammy @p-tonkins @halfbloodduchess @the-most-beautiful-broom @octannibal-blake @failing-at-being-an-angel @diyozaa @niylvh @blakes-griffin @joncthanmurphy @johnmurphe @pandalandalopalis @izzycheeese @grumpymonty @tracylorde @bellamyblakesass @clarkesgrfin @a-timely-interruption @clorkegriffin @platonic-bellarke @abugonahotplate @smoakedvigilanties @beelarkes @inajohncriminalway @kaymarie195 @vixiously @otakujess @harpersmcintyred @the100lunarsship @vulgarvixen4 @head-and-heart @the-ships-to-rule-them-all @deadshotbellamy @fuckitforgendry @spaaleb

a few things before i go to bed..

if you read your paragraph and gone ‘damn girl that aint me’, so sorry i am drunk and easily confused

if i have tagged you and you are no longer/never was a mutual, many apologies and best of luck in your future endeavours

if you don’t like this feel free to completely ignore it, i wont mind :)

much love, drunk lara x

#t: ignore me #idk what to tag this?

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