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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years

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Badass || Bill Denbrough x Reader

Day 2 of Fictober

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x [gn] Reader

Requested: how about you do a bill x reader where the reader is a badass but still in the losers club???? just came up with it!!! btw love ya work and love ya!!!!

A//n: Aw thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you. Love you too darling, hope you like it 💛💛💛 and thanks for being so patient like the rest y'all 😘 [also i am in no way a badass so I’m sorry, I tried lol] edit: OKAY IM ACTUALLY SO PROUD OF THIS, HOLY CRAP?? And again, i finished and pressed saved draft 30 SECONDS before midnight, so fight me this counts lol i just had to set up the title and tags and stuff on my computer before posting. anyways, thanks for waiting for this request, i hope you enjoy this, like i said, im actually surprised at how proud of this one i am!

Fictober Prompt: “that’s the easy part”

Warnings: Blood

“ROCK WAR~!”

The next thing you knew, rocks were soaring across the stream straight for your head. Luckily for your skull, your reflexes were faster than you remembered and you managed to duck before a giant stone could knock you out.

And yet you still heard a thump?

You peek out from behind your arms, looking behind you to see Richie laying flat on his ass, his glasses askew. You winced before you caught sight of a giant rock near his foot and quickly made a grab for it.

Your glare stretches across the stream, settling on the leader of the bigoted pack. You kissed the rock as you met his eye, a devilish smirk stretching across your face as you wound up. Bowers was scrambling for ammo but you had already released. The rock found its target with a satisfying ‘thunk’ leaving Bowers on his ass clutching his bleeding nose. He pulls his hand away, gaping at the overwhelming amount of blood that had already painted his hand before locking eyes with you.

“KISS MY ASS, HENRY!” You hollered with a triumphant smile. “YOU TWISTED FUCK!”

“What the fuck?” Belch and Victor began scrambling back, looking around desperately for rocks of their own.

The Losers spared wide eyed glances your direction as they unleashed a storm of rocks on the now deeply unsettled Bowers gang. Bill was the only one who hesitated, his wide blue eyes frozen on you when you turned to give him a smirk. You had been looking for ammo and it seemed he had the perfect one. You cocked a brow, your devilish smirk still dominating your face as you gestured to the stone in his hand.

“You gonna use that, Billy Boy?”

You threw a few quick glances across the barrens making sure your weren’t gonna get hit. Luckily morale seemed to be growing scarce over there.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t completely gone.

“Ow,” Bill hissed, right hand clutching his left shoulder. “F-f-uck.”

Your head whipped around on your shoulders again to see Victor Criss’s upper lip twitching into a satisfied smile as he looked at Bill. You returned your attention to your boyfriend and the rock he held out for you.

“Let me,” you seethed.

You snatched the rock up, stomping forward with a wild glare in your eyes that was enough to intimidate the bleach blonde. Victor was already on his heels and running, but you weren’t letting him get away that easy. You threw with all your might and watched with pride as it soared through the air and hit him directly on the spine that was poking through his back. He cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, his chin meeting the very rock bed that fueled the fight.

“EAT SHIT,” You spit. “YOU LACKEY ASS FUCK!”

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“Turn it off!” Beverly cried. “TURN IT OFF!”

The projector in Bill’s garage had quickly turned into It’s stage as It put on a horrific display for you and the rest of your friends. What was just once pictures of Derry, suddenly turned into pictures of Bill’s family - you missed Georgie terribly, having grown so close with him the year before he died when you and Bill first got together. And now you were all staring death in the eyes as It manipulated the very air in the room around you. Every click of the projector put you on edge, the stroking effect and of course the child eating clown tormenting you all.

It was hard to process your own thoughts as they were quickly drowning in everyone’s screams and your own fears. You clutched Bill tightly to your side, your arms linked and your fingers stitched together. Everything was moving so incredibly fast it was near impossible to process until you realized you weren’t holding Bill’s hand anymore.

“Y-Y/n!” He cried, tugging at the back of your shirt before it slips from his grip. “Y/N!”

Mike had already unplugged the projector, that much you knew. But you were fucking desperate. You lunged for the projector, gripping it tightly as you held it high above your head. With a guttural scream, you threw it as hard as you possibly could into the cement floor. It broke instantly into several unidentifiable pieces, the room now completely dark and eerily silent.

Heaving, you finally look up to meet your friends faces. Each of them were gaping at you, an expression they seemed to always be wearing around you.

“Well,” you say finally. “I think it’s safe to say we found It.”

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“How hard is it,” you seethed, your voice growing in volume. “to NOT wander off? In a FUCKING HAUNTED HOUSE?!”

You took all your anger and fear out on the door Richie was being held in. Your elbows were practically glued to the surface while your fists and forearms repeatedly pounded on the door. First Eddie, now Richie. You swear, these idiots had to me smarter than this.

“Richie!” Bill joined your side, pounding on the door that had closed all on its own.

“RICHARD!” You pounded on the door again, your anger turning to pure fear that was now stinging your throat and eyes as tears began to well. “This is not fucking funny, open the goddamn door asshole!”

Your hand wraps around the doorknob again, and you shake the handle, jostling it around in hopes something will cave. When the door flew open, you didn’t know whether to chalk it up to luck, skill, or it was all still part of It’s torment but you didn’t care. Richie was alive, and tumbled into your and Bill’s grip.

“Richie!” You hugged the boy tightly, then pulled away with your signature glare. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?”

“N-n-no t-time,” Bill says, looking between you and Richie with determination in his eyes. “L-let’s get outta here.”

A muted thump answered before you could. You, Richie and Bill all looked to the source of the noise to see the moth-eaten mattress from earlier was now shifting by itself. It looked as if it was filled with jumping beans. A melon sized lump grew in the center before the fabric split to reveal the disheveled and muddied up head of your friend.

He smiles at your twisted expressions. “Wanna play loogie?”

Your reflexes are faster than your thought process and you run forward. Just as a strange black goo starts to spill from fake Eddie’s mouth, your leg was swinging through the air. Your left foot connected with the left side of his jaw, narrowly missing the sizzling black ink and Eddie’s head popped off his body as you put it across the room.

It sails through the air, his greasy hair catching several cobwebs as it spins. Specks of the goo go flying landing on the walls and ceiling before the small head collides with a disturbing ‘thunk’.

“What the fuck?!”

“Holy shit,”

Eddie’s head lands in the far corner of the room where it rolls back and forth on his right ear before settling. He was groaning as if all the spinning had made him dizzy. The ooze of black goo came out even faster as if he were ralphing, and it was now pooling across the floor and inching towards their feed.

“Oh, that’s fucking GROSS!” Richie looks quickly to you. “And now you made him angry!”

“At least I did something!”

“Guys,” Bill pleads. “C-come on,”

The pool of black tar is spreading fast and you and Richie don’t have to think twice to listen to Bill. You all turn on your heel, only to find three doors instead of one.

Very Scary, Scary, and Not Scary At All.

Not Scary At All was the winner, Bill and Richie quickly decide. And despite your protest that it was all clearly a trick and the doors were misnomers, they opened the Not Scary At All.

“Where’s My Shoe?”

The light was turned on to reveal the severed body of Betty Ripsom and you had promptly decided you had had more than enough.

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE HER LEGS?!” Richie cried.

“I’ve got a guess but I’m not sticking around to find out.” You growled.

You cast a glance behind you to see the tar had eaten up most of the floor, giving you little room to do what you wanted. Luckily, you didn’t need much. You took a few steps back and looked at the door in the center, your eyes settling deep into the crimson letters spelling “scary.” You were certainly glad you realized when you did that unlike the door that held Richie hostage, this one could easily be broken down from where you stood.

You sighed. “I have to do everything.”

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“WELCOME TO THE LOSERS CLUB, ASSHOLE!”

Richie’s bat swung through the air and knocked the clown back. Pennywise quickly recovered and lunged for the nearest target with a disgusting growl. You quickly scrambled for a weapon as Mike stepped up to bat. He threw the fence iron rod at the monster but it was stopped midair when It’s jaw unhinged and out came several charred arms holding it in place. More and more reached out from inside It’s throat and made a grab at Mike who was fighting back the force of all the arms.

You never happier to have been too slow to save your friend when you saw Stanley pick up one of several spare iron rods off the ground. With a brave determination, he launched forward with a fierce battle cry as his torch came down on the branch of arms that now recoiled, saving Mike. It stumbled back, the charred arms slinking back into its mouth and disappearing and Pennywise stumbles again when Richie kicks It forward and away from him. Unfortunately that brought It right to Stanley.

“Stan, watch out!” Bill cries from your side.

But it’s too late, It’s head had already changed to the same horribly contorted lady that had you had already found attacking your friend. Only this time it was still wearing It’s clown suit, and it was racing straight for Stan.

“Stan!” You cried, already running forward after him only to stop second later.

Yet again Stanley roared, striking the clown across the face with the most furious look you had ever seen on him. Despite the horrifying circumstances, you were quite proud. You quickly fell back into line, ready to fight with the others and you smiled yet again when Mike followed up Stan’s strike with a devastating blow of his own.

The small moment of victory was soon cut short - a pattern you were currently getting used to - when a pair of red tentacles-turned-crab-claws pulled Mike to the ground.

“Mike!” Eddie shrieked.

Mike was able to barrel roll to safety as as It advanced on him. The end of each gigantic claw striking the earth and narrowly missing him and you and your friends quickly followed not knowing what to do. You couldn’t watch it anymore, and you hated yourself for what you were about to do but you knew you would simply never forgive yourself if you lost Mike, or any of your friends.

For what Bill wished was the first time of the summer, he felt you leave his side as you charged headlong into danger. Another guttural scream left you as you hurled yourself onto It’s back, your iron spike in front of It’s neck, both hands on either side of the rod and you pulled as hard as you could.

Pennywise’s disturbing, maniacal laughter grew even scarier, something you didn’t think was possible as he began to suffocate. You let yourself drop back down to the ground, your grip still tight on your weapon as you used your position to pull It down to the ground. It was still laughing through chocked breathes but it had done what you hoped, and stopped, Mike had gotten to safety with the Losers.

And for one glorious moment you felt indestructible. Until you saw it shift before you’re very eyes and your eyes widened, as did the eyes of your friends and Bill. It’s complete figure changed, starting with It’s head. You and the Losers no longer saw a painted lady, a mummy, a horrible memory, an abusive father, or even a late little brother. But they saw you, their friend Y/n, cowering and crying under the iron rod that pinned you to the ground by the neck.

“Please,” It whimpered, bottom lip quivering horribly. “Please don’t. I don’t wanna die.”

The real you was staring at the sight of yourself, the real fake you that you always tried so hard to push down. You knew it was Pennywise, but it was enough to make you choke completely. You were always so confident, and you were good at sticking up for yourself and the rest of the Losers. At least that’s all they ever saw, that’s all you ever let them see. Deep down you were terrified, and much more than that you were terrified that your own fear would get in the way of protecting your loved ones.

Like now.

“Y/n?” Bill’s soft voice called out to you, breaking you from your spell.

You look down at your blubbering face, tears streaking down your cheeks as you begged yourself for mercy. Several pleas leaving your lips when finally you pulled the rod back. Your eyelids flicker open, gazing back up at you and watch your every move cowering.

“Y/n?” Ben asks.

You don’t answer, you just straighten, your demon double cowering beneath you and it only angers you more to know none of this is It’s own fear. It was yours. It was mocking you.

Which was pretty stupid, considering you still had the spike.

You bare your teeth as you summon your strength, throwing the end of the spike into the ground, going right through your throat.

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You watched with head on Bill’s shoulder as another drop of blood from your palm fell onto the grass. You were trying to think about anything but the pain, and with everything you had faced this summer, you certainly had the pick of the litter.

“It feels different now,” you say, voice quiet. “And not just cause It’s gone, ya know?”

You even hate to let yourself believe that, but for the sake of your sanity and the chance of every getting another night’s sleep you’d have to believe it. And knowing Bill as long as you did, you know he felt it too.

You pick your head up off his shoulder and look to his gaze break away from the hills in the distance to meet your eyes. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, and you know for sure he’s thinking it too. Beverly was leaving for Portland, Stan said he heard whispers from his parents that they might be moving and that was all on top of the heavy weight of your guys’ trauma that had already begun to drain everyone.

“A-a-at least we-we’ve got each o-other,”

You smiled, nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Big sap,” you chuckled.

He smiled a little, enjoying the small moment between the two of you. But it disappears when his mind returns to image that had been replaying in his mind nonstop since Neibolt. The image of your cowering form that bothered you so much. He had never seen you - the real you, that was being confronted, that is - so distraught. He gulps, gathering his strength.

“W-what made you s-see that?” He asks.

You don’t answer for a long moment, and Bill fears he’s upset you. Or confused you, but he doubts that is the case. Finally, you look up at him, and lick your lips nervously.

“I’m scared Bill,” you croaked, heart pounding wildly at the admission. “I’m always worrying about you, I’m always worrying about Richie, Mike, Eddie, Stanley, Bev, and Ben. I’m always worried something is going to happen. I’m always scared something’s gonna happen to the ones I love, and I get scared that I’m not gonna be enough to protect them.”

You take a deep breath, swallowing all the air you lost in your unintentional rant. Somewhere during your confession, your gaze broke away from Bill’s gaze and now here you were afraid to even look him in the eye.

There’s another silence that Bill finally ends after a small thoughtful moment.

“It’s okay to be scared, Y/n,” he says, pulling your eyes to him. “I-I-It’s part of being h-human.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying your best to banish the image of your cowardly form from your mind. Suddenly the sting of your cut didn’t hurt so bad.

You looked back into Bill’s soft eyes, and shrugged.

“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel too great either.”

He nudged you again with a charming smile.

“Well, y-you’re still a badass. Y-You’re always s-standing up for us,”

You chuckled weakly, sending him a smirk.

“That’s the easy part,” you say. “It’s looking out for myself that’s harder.”

“T-t-tell ya what?” You raise a brow at his sudden demeanor. “I’ll be t-the b-b-badass lookin out for you,”

You laughed, leaning in and giving him a lingering kiss that turned his cheeks absolutely scarlet.

You smiled when you saw this. “Thanks Billy Boy. Appreciate it. But I’d still like to work on myself a bit, ya know?”

He smiles again, this time triumphantly. “Deal.”

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leo-creator · 3 years

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Bloody Family Chapter 2

"Um, nice place you got here?" Alice said.

That's a lie, the place is a complete dump. There was rumble and broken glass strewn across the floor, water dripping from a leak Mer never been able to repair, no electricity, and graffiti galore. Serves them fucking right for picking a random abandoned building to live in. They couldn't really find any cushier places to stay that they could afford. Not like they have any cash on them anyway. But the place was home. Well, as much as a home as it could be.

Mer leads Alice down the crumbling hall, into a mostly intact room that served as their bedroom, which honestly looks far more put together. Mostly because it was transformed into a giant blanket fort! With a tarp hanging over it to avoid any leaks to tarnish it, of course.

"Please don't knock anything over, you're a lot taller than me and I don't want my room to topple over please," Mer said before crawling under the fort's entrance. Took a couple of seconds before they emerged inside. Alice emerged soon after. They found their place onto a mattress placed on the ground, covered in even more blankets and a few stuffed animals they were able to snag.

Mer couldn't help but glance at the punk who was now reading the labels of some scented candles that Mer stole borrowed from some local smelly store. They don't know if they can fully trust Alice. They just met a few hours ago for fuck's sake! They shouldn't just trust random strangers enough to bring them into their home. But they did.

But she gave them food! Blood! Kept them from going into that bloodlust state thing. That has to count for something! Right?

Alice kept on drinking from her thermos. Odd. What's in it? It can't be blood, she doesn't look like a vampire. She doesn't have any fangs. Mer sniffed the air, hoping to catch a whiff of the content of the bottle. No use. The room still smells strongly of cinnamon from one of the candles being lit earlier that day. Man that candle is strong!

Mer's attention stepped back to the present when Alice plopped herself next to them. On Ms. Snuffles too! Rude.

"So your sire wouldn't mind me crashing here a bit, right?" She asked. Sire. That means the vampire that turned you, right? Finally! A vampire term they were at least somewhat familiar with!

"I don't see why not. It's not like a pile of ash can hold any real opinions." Mer laughed. Their joke was met with silence. Peaking over to the other, they understood why. Apparently Alice didn't think it was all that funny because her face immediately contorted into concern.

"Holy fuck, no wonder you don't know shit! You can't be more than a fledgling and your sire just died on you!?" Alice worried.

Before Mer can say anything, they were scooped into a cradle hug, Alice swaying back and forth, looking to be trying to hold back tears. Holy bat shit, why is she so worried? They're fine! Nonetheless, They awkwardly patted her arm, "There there?"

She chuckled a bit at that, patting their head back. "There there," she sniffed.

They just stayed there for a moment. It was quiet. Should Mer say something? Or should that just ruin the moment? Is this a moment? Should they care? It's quite peaceful and Alice started giving them head scratches. Head scratches are nice. Wait, focus! What were they thinking about?

Alice spoke up, "You know what, fuck it , I'm adopting you." Wait what!

They must have vocalized their confusion because Alice responded, "I'm adopting you as my baby sibling, I'm going to teach you everything I know. What ya say, baby bat?"

That's a lot to take in. Do they even trust her enough? They do need to know more about being a vampire other than the basics. That being, drink blood, the sun hurts like hell, and you turn to ash if you get your head chopped off. The last one was rather traumatic to learn. But what does Mer have to lose with this pseudo adoption?

"Um, sure. Why not?" They said. Please don't let them regret this.

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They already regret this. They had to wake up far too early at motherfucking dusk to catch a train to the middle of nowhere woods. Why are they here anyway? Alice hasn't said anything other than 'it's for training' but that barely answers anything! And they've been walking for hours!

Okay, so maybe it's only been 30 minutes, but it felt like forever.

Alice stopped, putting her hand up. She's staring at something like a hawk before it catches its prey. Before Mer can question anything, she took off faster than a cat when they get the zoomies. And they lost her.

Fuck. Just why?

Running towards the general their new 'sister' ran to, they found a large clearing. Looking around, they didn't see anyone, but what they did find was a dead rabbit being chucked in their face!

"Ow!"

"Sorry about that!" Alice called. Jogging over with three more rabbit corpses, came Alice looking slightly a bit more, oh boy this is gonna sound rude, feral? If that made any sense.

She still looked like herself but with that slightly unhinged grin and a sorta crazed look in her eyes. Oh shot she's talking! "-ant to do is to bite down right here," she said, pointing to a spot on the rabbit's neck.

Okay. Sure! This might as well be their life now. Draining a rabbit corpse. Fun.

Biting into a rabbit is weird to say the least. The fur tickled their lips as they made the puncture and sucked. The blood itself tasted slightly more sweet than the elk, but generally savory. The elk was better, but blood's blood!

"Whoa! Hey!" Mer shouted. They weren't really paying attention to whatever Alice was doing, so they didn't expect the punch in the arm that disrupted their feeding. Rude!

"Slow down, you're gonna give yourself a stomach ache," Alice chuckled.

Mer responded extremely kindly in response, by jabbing an elbow in her rib cage. Revenge is sweet!

"Okay, okay, I yield." Alice laughed, "Come on, I need to show you how to drain the rabbit into a bottle. You can toss your rabbit wherever, some predator would take care of it."

The two then preserved the meals from the couple of rabbits they had left.

Strange. Mer could have sworn there were a total of four rabbits.

#vampire #vampires #original character #oc #ocs #original story #Bloody Family

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takecarc · 4 years

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hey there dudes, it’s me… ya boi. i won’t bore you with a long ass intro about me, but just know all you gotta do to befriend this fellow bean is yell into my ims that you wanna plot or legit anything else… i like yelling in all caps. anyways, my name’s amanda, i reside in the sunny gmt+1 timezone and i go by she/her. that’s abt it i guess ?? i never rly know what to say in these so i’ll just proceed to telling you about my children ethan and mallory under the cut

ps: like this and i’ll come to you for plots or yknow… just hmu !!

✎⌠sebastian stan. male. he/his⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only ethan bronson. though, around here they’re known as the cinephile. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the thirty five year old hollywood director and producer kinda has a reputation of being incessant and pedant. but y’know, they can be visionary and intuitive too. typical virgo. anyways, welcome home and stay safe ethan ! ❞ ↷ amanda. 19. she/her. gmt+1.

when i saw there was a vacancy for the owner of reel tide cinema i just knew i had to bring my son ethan into this group. his parents would have bought the place back in the 80s and now that his dad passed away her mom must likely put it in his name since she doesn’t feel like she’s capable of running the place all by herself.

ethan grew up in that movie theater, spending his early childhood sneaking into exhibitions of films he had no business of seeing at that age and helping his folks renovate the halls with a fresh coat of paint. nothing else has ever changed about the cinema and he likes it that way .... in all its original, outdated, moldy, classic glory.

anyways, up with two film enthusiasts as parents and just about the easiest environment to learn about movies in general it’s really no wonder that ethan always dreamt of becoming a big hollywood director. he’d pull out his camera anywhere he went, filming little scenery shots, his friends talking, stray dogs eating and anything else he found worthwhile. he was a completely geek.

he got into UCLA with a scholarship for filmmaking and screenwriting but ended up dropping out and pursuing directing on his own. his first ever film was an absolute knockout at every film festival it was showcased in and he went on to win a spirit award for best director and being nominated for as oscar. ever since then his life has been a roller coaster of awards and amazing movies he’s either directed, produced, written or a combination of the three.

hanging out with the big guns of hollywood has certainly refined his taste. he’s a lot more judgmental and short tempered than before, uninterested in ideas or conversations he doesn’t find remotely interesting. on the bright side he’s extremely creative, smart and cultured. Woke, if you will. he’s also a big perfectionist and won’t quit until something is done exactly how he wants it done.

coming back into town he feels like a stranger, like the odd man out, as if over the years he broke the tether that connected him to this place and can’t seem to find it anymore. but he needed a break and his dad just passed away so he thought it’d be nice of him to come help his mom for a while ... breathe a simpler air than the one of hollywood and la.

wanted connections: a childhood best friend that was also rly into movies, a girlfriend he left behind to go to college, a fling he would have whenever he’d come in and out of town in his early 20s, some kind of rival or enemy bc those are always fun. and MORE. ANYTHING.

pinterest board ( i just started it so not much there yet ! )

✎⌠zoey deutch. female. she/her⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only mallory dunn. though, around here they’re known as the instigator. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the twenty one year old bartender kinda has a reputation of being unreliable and petulant. but y’know, they can be alluring and uninhibited too. typical gemini. anyways, welcome home and stay safe mal ! ❞ ↷ amanda. 19. she/her. gmt+1.

drug use, neglect and abuse trigger warning !!!

boy oh boy, yall bettle settle in your seats bc you’re in for a RIDE

this messy binch did not have it easy for most of her upbringing. without delving too much into more triggering subjects, she was taken from her drug addict parents and put into the foster system due to neglect. she was put in a number of foster homes but the families never rly cared abt her nor the other kids ... they just wanted to make bank of the financial support given to adopting families. the last foster home was the worst of all, to the extent she had to beat up the father with a bat as to not let him do ... things he shouldn’t be doing to children.

this would explain why at age 16, when she was told a nice family from misty hollow wanted to adopt a whole ass teenager she thought it was a prank or a sick joke. she did not believe it and even after she moved in she did everything to try and show them they shouldn’t keep her. but they did. and she’s never felt more loved in her life.

thing is, ever since mallory got to town she’s done nothing short of cause utter and complete havoc. straying good angelic teens from their rightful paths, leading married individuals ( read both male and female ) into the sinful hands of adultery, trespassing into abandoned locations, getting arrested for misdemeanors.

no-one ever knows what to expect of her. she’s completely unreliable and too smart for her own good. she’s got a stellar intuiton and she’ll play you before you can even think about it. charming as can be when she wants to. loud mouthed, unhinged, moody. drinking, doing drugs, having sex, keeping secrets. that’s the best description of mal i can give you.

oh and a completely useless detail: she refuses to wear anything other than high top chuck taylor converse. she has them in every color, pattern and even platforms.

wanted connections: a total partner in crime, someone she corrupted, relationships that ended badly ( screams, tears, cheating, toxicity !! all the angst ), fwbs, the ‘i hate you but i can’t get enough of you pls answer my call i’m so horny’, someone whose marriage/engagement/relationship she broke off bc they cheated with her ( i love my lil homewrecker ), a yin to her yang ... and literally anything else.

pinterest board.

if you made it this far you’re an absolute trouper and ily for it. if want any of those connections or any other you have in mind pls don’t hesitate to contact me !

#misty.intro #!!!!!!!! OOF #im so excite

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inikavulpixelreviews · 5 years

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Let’s Talk About Pokemon - Halloween Special

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Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see This, our town of Halloween

This is Halloween, this is Halloween! Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene! Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright

It's our town, everybody scream! In this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

I am the one hiding under your stairs Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

This is Halloween, this is Halloween!

Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

'Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll

Scream!

This is Halloween Red 'n' black, and slimy green

Aren't you scared?

Well, that's just fine Say it once, say it twice Take a chance and roll the dice Ride with the moon in the dead of night

Everybody scream, everybody scream!

In our town of Halloween!

I am the clown with the tear-away face Here in a flash and gone without a trace

I am the "who" in the call, "Who's there?" I am the wind blowing in your hair

I am the shadow on the moon at night Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

This is Halloween, this is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

Tender lumplings everywhere Life's no fun without a good scare

That's our job, but we're not mean In our town of Halloween

In this town Don't we love it now?

Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back And scream like a banshee Make you jump out of your skin

This is Halloween, everybody scream Won't ya please make way for a very special guy

Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin patch Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!

This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

La la la la la la la la la la (Halloween! Halloween!) La la la la la la la la la la (Halloween! Halloween!)

Ohhhh yes, today is a special day indeed! We're about to dive into not only what I'd call the four most definitively “Halloween” Pokemon in the entire series, but a group of some of my top faves in the entire franchise's history. I've never stopped appreciating Halloween, even long past growing too old to be trick-or-treating. I'm already big into Autumn as my favorite season but Halloween only escalates that aesthetic appeal.

Nothing gets me quite like that child-like spooky look. The Jack-o-lanterns, black cats, ghosts, gargoyles, and slimy critters. (And the PUMPKIN REESE'S CUPS) Obviously I'm quite into more adult-oriented horror like Silent Hill, Creepypastas, and DOOM. But nothing beats some wholesome all-ages Halloween creepy monster creation for me. And Pokemon's of course had no shortage of that. Especially in these later Generations.

In fact, between these four I'm about to cover, Klefki, Sliggoo, Malamar, Spritzee, Honedge, Espurr, and Braixen/Delphox, Gen 6 feels like arguably the most Halloweeny Generation out there so far. Probably part-way why I'd call this my third closest to favorite Generation.

But in any case, let's get to covering these four. Yes, just as a little Halloween treat for y'all I'll cover two lines today!

708: Phantump

And right off the haunted mansion gates, we're getting treated to some James Turnery goodness! I've not brought him up in a while so I don't sound like a broken record, but for whatever it's worth, he's the designer that's made gold like Golurk and Mandibuzz as well. Sadly this and Trevenant are his only additions this time around, but I'll definitely not complain!

Phantump is just an absolutely precious little ghost kid! And that's not even an exaggeration, this thing is literally the ghost of children that got lost and died in the woods. Which of course is arguably one of the most dire-sounding Pokedex entry tidbits ever. Just something to keep in mind when you go around catching these or beating them up for experience.

Phantump is simply too cute for words though. It's trying to spook you but in a way only a child would know how, going up to you and making a little stereotypical “oooooooo!!!” ghost face and scream. It's the perfect blend of spooky and ADORABLE. I even like how the bark marks on the side of its eyes look like sleep-deprived/stressed out little eye bags. Such a tiny detail as an itty bitty little line just adds so much more personality to this thing.

Another reason I'm so excited about these four. Like Bug/Water, Grass/Ghost up until now has been something I was yearning for hardcore since like, Gen 3. There's so much potential in the type between haunted trees, jack-o-lanterns, and just generally spooky-looking woodland monsters that it pained me to see both Gen 4 and 5 go by with nothing. Ohoho, but then I got to Route 16 in my first playthrough of X to lay eyes on a wild Phantump for the first time ever and to find it's A HAUNTED STUMP! FINALLY, MY PRAYERS ANSWERED!!

Personal Score: 10/10

This literally has eaten up one page on a word document so far and we're still only on the FIRST POKEMON HERE...

709: Trevenant

Things only get spookier as we move on down to Trevenant, and god yes. I've wanted a haunted tree Pokemon for so long. It's just such a staple to Halloween, and Ents are a high-fantasy monster that have been missing from Pokemon anyways. And I'm so glad they meshed the two ideas into one here. It's even better by not just being a bipedal tree so much as a literal tree that uprooted itself and uses its hunking roots as legs. Hell yes.

Trevenant in general is just one of the coolest spooky Pokemon in the whole series. And even one of the conceptually more frightening in the entire game as well. This child spirit has grown so angry to those that want to harm the forest, that this thing can root itself to bend a whole forest to its will, forcing anyone polluting or chopping down trees in its forest to get lost and never be able to leave. But to other wild Pokemon and those that respect the forests, it is kind to.

In fact, this Pokemon has one of the spookier moves in the whole game. Its signature move, Forest’s Curse, changes the opponent’s type to Grass. Seems simple and innocent enough on the surface. But there’s a ridiculous amount of implications with this move. Forest’s Curse. Ever so somewhat implying that Trevenant may turn its human victims into trees themselves, permanent fixtures in Trevenant’s forest. That and there’s a ridiculous amount of existential dread in the thought of being polymorphed into an inanimate object. Becoming just another tree in the forst, which no other person would be able to distinguish you from any other tree.

Trevenant is just a nearly-perfect tree ghost. The decrepit barely-alive tree look, the cool, somewhat pale color scheme. The rad branch-antlers. The aforementioned root legs. The piercing red cycloptic eye. How the breaks in the bark for an unhinged-jaw kind of mouth look. This is a Pokemon clearly designed by Halloween lovers and for Halloween lovers.

Personal Score: 10/10

This Pokemon was MADE FOR ME.

710: Pumpkaboo

Oh, but the Halloween goodness doesn't stop there. Imagine my delight when I continued exploring around the routes I found Phantump on only to encounter THIS THING. THIS CUTIE. THIS BLACK-CAT-JACK-O-LANTERN MONSTER. I've wanted a pumpkin critter in Pokemon for about as long as I can remember. Ever since I’ve become so obsessed with Halloween. Things like Cacnea, Spiritomb, and maybe even Lampent/Chandelure have given us fairly close approximations but nothing to exactly hit the specifically, undoubtedly, undeniably Halloween mark that is a clear as horrid night Jack-o-lantern. And the wait has more than paid off.

The one sole flaw I can think of with Pumpkaboo is that it'll probably the peak of Halloween creatures we'll get in Pokemon PROBABLY for good. Like, I don't know if we'll ever get more Halloweeny than a thing that is half black cat, half bat (and pretty much half vampire), half pumpkin. It's impossible. You can't out-Halloween that in a single cohesive creature. You just merged three to four of Halloween's biggest icons into ONE creature so seamlessly. It even comes with a signature move Trick-or-Treat!! Which does what else but turn its opponents into fellow GHOST TYPES. GHHHH.

Pumpkaboo is just a brilliantly unexpected twist on the usual jack-o-lantern monster. There's a countless number of em that have the pumpkin as the head with the usual face carved out of the front. And as much as those never get old for me, Pumpkaboo is just such a fun and unique take on it! The pumpkin is more like a body; still with little eyespots carved into it, but the head is poofing out of the top of the pumpkin, looking like a merging between a black cat and a vampire bat. Like I've been saying, you've fused so much Halloween into one adorably poutty and yet clean and coherent critter than I can't handle it. I'm gonna be reduced to a dribbling MESS over here.

And as a fun bonus, it even comes in different sizes! And with slight stat changes to go with those sizes. You can use the smaller and less durable but faster tiny Pumpkaboos or the huge, bulky, but slow ones.

This is just ENTIRELY Halloween goodness. And I'm being spoiled by Gamefreak over here. Wanted a Grass/Ghost for years and years? Here, have TWO LINES OF TWO EACH. Jack-o-lantern a hard want on your Pokemon wishlist? Here's a little bcatkin to absolutely ERADICATE my expectations. This is so perfect for me I would almost half suspect Junichi Masuda himself to come to my doorstep and tell me to never ask them for anything ever again.

Personal Score: 10/10

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HAMBOLEEN!!!

HANDBAMBOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!

711: Gourgeist

We’re finally at our final addition on this spooky parade. Sadly Gourgeist doesn't make a bumbling buffoon out of me quite like Pumpkaboo does, but I still love the thing a lot. It's still a different and cool flavor of squash monster, just fairly different from Pumpkaboo's. It's a little LESS genius of a mish-mash too but oh well.

This like we're looking at something of a creature I liked to look at as more of a giant melty candlestick hanging out of a gourd. May or may not be the intention, but y'know.

Gourgeist is still a very lovable Halloween monster in its own merits! It's more or less got the same face, and I love me tiny little fangs. (Even if they only show with its mouth open) The hair-hands are also really neat, and generally are a monster feature that doesn't get used enough. And the fringe covering one eye too. It's like a Hot Topic brand of Halloween!

And it does get a much more traditional pumpkin carving face too. It's just different ENOUGH to not be a bit odd how Pumpkaboo looks one way with Gourgeist totally another. You could somewhat even see it as a face-marking adaptation, like how many moths adapt a pattern on their wings that look like a giant face to scare off predators. It would've been nice to see the cat-bat parts played up in a Pumpkaboo evolution, but Gourgeist has enough goodness going on its own where I'm not upset of course.

I just generally love its shape too. A real odd body shape between the arms being on its head and the pear-shaped silhouette to it. It's easily one of the Pokemon I have the most fun drawing when I find the mood to. It's just so. Drawable. And pretty. Oh hey, that's another thing! We don't have that many pretty-creeps in the Pokedex yet. So there's another niche Gourgeist can fill!

Personal Score: 10/10

Everyone! Everyone wins!

Oh and one more thing! I don't talk about shinies a lot in these reviews obviously but I wanna highlight these just because on top of being some of my top favorite Pokemon in the whole series, they even have some of my top favorite shinies in the whole series!! Phantump and Trevenant not only rock the absolutely beautiful white with red accents color scheme, but that's actually based on a real tree! White aspens are indeed white-bark trees that have leaves that grow red in the fall. So PRETTY.

And while Pumpkaboo and Gourgeist's aren't seemingly based on anything in particular other than some alternative jack-o-lantern decoration colors, you just can't go wrong with black, purple, and yellow. So good.

So that's only BONUS POINTS for some already glorious Pokemon.

Happy Halloween everybody! Stay spooky!

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zexxcandell · 7 years

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Kathreine made her way to the winery to check in on Zexx. It'd been quite a while. She walked into the shop and smiled to see him standing at the counter and going through papers; crunching numbers it seemed. "Hey, Zexxy! Pull any accidental murder jokes on any more lovely, unsuspecting women lately?" She smirked as she walked over to the counter and hopped up to sit down not giving him a moment to answer, "Tell me the worst thing you've ever done. I'll take it to my grave, I swear."

Blinks as he looks up from his clipboard, surprised at seeing the young woman coming into the shop. He smiled and had to laugh as he shook his head, "No afraid that terrible joke is only for you."

He would lay down the stack of papers as he felt her brush past him and land on the counter. A slight disapproving look crossing his face before her rather abrupt and personal question. "The worst thing I've ever done? I'd think a life time of fighting would have its littering of widows and orphans to amount to the worst I've done."

A slight frown still on his face as he reached back behind the counter for a bottle of Rogue and a couple of glasses, being the manager had it's perks now and again. Setting the glasses down he filled them up and thought back on his life for a few moments. "I think you're more looking for something shameful from my younger days which I assure you there's plenty of."

Lifting the glass to his lips he would stare off for a few moments and leaned his hip into the counter, "When I was young guy and the portal had just reopened I had a run in with a mask..."

•

It was raining again in Shattrah, and by again meant that it never stopped. The broken slums of the once jewel city of Draenor teemed with refugees of every race, creed, and lot. Among these came the stumping figure of a dwarf, clanking forward through the growing mud to stop before the famous World's End. The smells and sound of the tavern causing his wide brimmed hat to lift up and stare in past the flimsy blue cloth curtain door. A growl would rumble from deep inside him, "Boy ya bettah be here."

Plated boots clanked heavily against the stone steps as he passed the entrance into the bar, his hand coming up to pull the hat from his head and shake the water off. Horgast Stonefist was as terrifying and impressive as a dwarf lord could be. His body wrapped in the plate armor of his forefathers like a second skin, the rain water falling away in beads from the steel shone with an otherworldly craftsmanship. A mat of bright red hair collided with the thick long beard that tucked into his massive belt around his mid section, the hard black eyes of a warrior scouring the near empty common room before finding the blood elf behind the bar. "Where is eh?" He growled to the elf who stood still as stone for a moment before pointing to the back private antechamber near the stage. A grunt was all that was given in thanks to the long ear before he stumped to the private room.

Even before reaching the glossamar curtains a wretched scent wafted through to his bulbous nose, a hard grimace and narrowing of his brow into a hard look. Blood. Death. Using his hat he would push aside the curtain and step in, his rumbling voice tolling forth, "Zexx, ya here lad?"

A soft husky chuckle would be the answer from the dimly lit corner of the room, a pair of dirty fel iron boots resting on the table in the center of the room. "Horgie! Of all the dirt bars in Outland, how'd you find me here? Pull up a cushion! Take a seat."

Horgast remained standing, the hat tossed aside to land with a wet flop on the stone floor. His black eyes staring hard into the shadows as he spoke again, "Nah lad, sat loong nuff on tha journeh ere. How ya oldin ep?"

"Oh I'm just dandy there Horg, just doing the good work on these traitorous asshats." The husky chuckle became an excited giggle, as the boots clanked back the floor the remnants of mud and a sticky red where they once sat. The following clank of gauntlets hit the table as the grinning face of Zexx leaned forward now. The man looked...unhinged to say the least. His one blue eye blood shot and wild to match his beard and long hair, his other eye stared sightless from its socket hazy and milky as it rolled in his socket.

"Ya dunnae say? Cause ya knew yer communin stone been on tha lass few ours. Wut ya baen doin here?" Horgast didn't have time to waste with cat and mouse games with his friend. There was a sickness in the man and he had to clear it out of him, his hands tucking into his belt as he let the weight of his words land on Zexx. One way or another.

The grin faltered a bit as he shrugged the green tinted mail creaking as he clenched and unclenched his hands. "My part in this war! Making those pointy earred bastards pay." Zexx breathing was growing shallow, his one eye darting back and forth for a moment.

"Bah butcherin blud elfs en thar behds?! Ya been usin gain havant ya? Gahdam et Zexx, ah tol ya ya donnae nehd et! Ware is et?" And the dwarf would step forward, Stonefists never being a clan known for their patience as he advanced on the swordsman. His strong hands grasping the ends of the table to toss it aside with a clatter, cornering his mad friend.

Zexx sprang back from the dwarf into the corner, his grin pulling into a salivating snarl. Like a trapped animal the armored man would steady himself looking for a way to get around his friend. "Get away from me ya stunty bastard! You don't know what's going on out here! None of you do. None of you!" His voice roared back at the angry dwarf, spittle flying in the air as reached for his something hanging from his sword belt.

Horgast grimaced hard beneath the blanket of beard he kept, his hand reaching down to his own belt and pulling out a heavy baton a hiss of steam as it sprang forth as locked into place. The dwarf's eyes flashed as he looked to the belt of his friend, a heavy step taken forward. "Zexx don do thes. Come hom wit meh, Bea es waitin an worrid bout ya."

Trembling with need the human would pull the leather strap free and lift up the object to his head. A half hearted laugh bleeding out as he tugged on a wolf mask, the empty eyes flashing and pulsing with soft red light. His mouth stretching into a grin as he screamed, the rage smothering with a blanket of madness, "I'll do what I want!" His hands flashing to the pair of short blades at his belt as he dove across the chamber with a roar engaging the other warrior with a flurry of blows.

Horgast would counter most of the blows, noting the savagery of the motions and strikes but also the clumsiness of Zexx as he pressed the attack. Steel struck back and forth as shouts of terror and surprise rang among the midday professional drinkers, most doing their best to steer clear of the pair. Horgast grimaced as he batted away at that sword blows, disheartened by his friends apparent need to kill him. Giving ground to the wolf masked hero as they traded blows back and forth through the taverns common room. Zexx seemed to only grow bolder as they continued their fight, his mouth agape in a silent laugh as the eyes of the mask continued to pulsate with otherworldly rage.

A hard over head strike would expose Horgast's middle to a savage kick to his plate protected midsection as Zexx did his best to throw Stonefist off balance. It had its effect as they had reached the door Horgast had entered earlier, falling back his boot stepped wrong on the wet stone and began to topple back with a yell into the rain and mud addled street. By now someone had been smart enough to run off from the tavern looking for help, the peacekeepers soon arriving on the scene of the street fight.

Horgast laid stunned tor a moment as the rain struck him in the face his earlier angry faltering at how his friend could fall this deep into the pit. A shadow falling over the dwarf as the shaking swordsman stood over his fallen lord. A harsh guttural voice would stalk forth from the masked human,"Yield."

For all the bloodlust that Zexx had shown, Horgast was no stranger to his own rage or the fact that he was not prone to lose. Reaching to the side he would scoop up a handful of the muddy street and throw it at Zexx's face the wet muck splattering across his chest and neck as dropping a step in surprise. All the time Horgast needed as he sprang up with his baton and dealt a healthy crack to the side of the human's helmeted head. A sharp inhuman whine and cry would fill the street as Zexx fell to a knee, one of his blades sent bouncing away into the filth. Horgast pulled himself back fully to his feet as he approached his fallen thane, his eyes hard and voice just the same, "Enuff ya stop this ma-Urk!"

Zexx's blade sunk deep between the steel plates of the dwarf lords armor as he snarled up at him, blood leaking from behind the wolf facade just as much from the side of Horgast. A bellow of a warcry issued from the dwarf as he cast the baton aside and brought his gauntleted fist down on Zexx. The crunch of metal to metal mingled wth another cry of pain, the first punch followed again by another and another as the human fell to the onslaught of blows. Breathing heavily, the human was on his knees before him now swaying softly from the beating he had taken. A pang of regret struck Horgast heart seeing his friend and confidant a mess of drug and raged fueled insanity, blinking away the rain as he reached to the mask on his face, "Away wit thes!" The mask holding firm as if by some other force as Horgast began to pull at the piece of leather and iron visage Zexx had adopted.

Whatever loss of coherence was cast aside now as panic and survival instinct kicked in. That same whining cry of pain now became a howl of agony of beastial proportions. Zexx's hands flew up and clawed at the dwarf as he floundered about in agony as if the mask was tearing at something deeper to stay with the warrior. His iron coated hands would grip and tear at the armored dwarf, eventually finding the blade still sticking in his side as gave it a hard kick. The air sucked out of Horgast's lungs at the pain of the wound his hands releasing the mask and letting Zexx fall back with a splash to the ground gasping for air.

Horgast bent over in agony as he reached to his side and gingerly touched the hilt of the short sword sticking out of him at awkward angle. "Ya daft fuckar, this ends noew!" And with that the assault began again, his gauntlets shook off with heavy clanks and splatter of mud as he pried his thick fingers beneath the edges of the mask. The human would thrash about below him as own long arms grasped and tore at his beard for anything to get a hold of. A heavy boot lifting up to slam down on the stomach of his friend for better leverage. Gritting his teeth, Horgast would lean in close to pull already seeing the mask begin to release with red tendril strings grasping at Zexx's head. Then darkness would fall on one of his eyes as the madman had reached his face.

A weakness a way to escape, he had to get away, he had to be free. His hand reached the craggy face of Horgast, a scarred tapestry of a history of violence. It was the purchase he needed. He ground his fingers into flesh and skin scrapping and pulling to be free of the stronger dwarf, pain filling Zexx with each tug as the mask was falling away from him. His thumb found a soft spot, there as he felt the body of the dwarf flinch and try to draw away but there would none of it as he gripped and pressed with all his might a wet feeling spilling over his hand as a scream matched his own as the tendrils of the mask weakened and loosened completely.

Rain splashed over his bare face as the pulsing and burning agony faded, Zexx lay on the street beaten and bloody but free. Slumped nearby sat Horgast blood flowing freely from his side with his head bowed, shoulders shaking softly as held in one hand the cracked and docile wolf mask. Gasping for the thick humid air he could hear the accented voices of the Draenei peacekeepers moving in to disperse the crowd and see to the combatants. Lifting his shaking left hand he would see the plaster of crimson being washed away by the sky, his gaze shooting to the dwarf lord who was being loaded up on a stretcher by the authorities. "What have I done..?"

•

He blinked again as he took a final drink of the wine in his glass, "Turned out I had been issued a cursed reward for some work I'd done in Taladoor. A troll with a vendetta against the the clan chose me as his instrument, my past indiscretions easily manipulated." He stood up straight again from his spot against the counter, stretching some to pop his lower back with a welcoming crack.

"I took my best friends eye that day, damn near killed him in my drug induced thrall. He said it was alright and we'd get the troll back for what he'd done. But I knew I had taken something that was so similar to my own loss. Like living the day all over again." Shaking his head sadly, he would make his way back to the bottle and poured a bit more wine for himself.

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rederthere · 7 years

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Value Pt. 1

Aisha counts the coins carefully, dropping them into her cat shaped purse. The eight year old girl purses her lips in concentration, exerting all of her effort to keep count of her change. “Twenty-five...fifty…” She takes out a nickel, and squints at it. How much is a nickel worth again? She compares it to a dime, the smaller silver coin. “Mmm…” Aisha sticks her tongue out, pondering deeply upon this. What did Ms. Hudson say again?

“‘Just cuz’ it’s bigger, doesn’t mean it’s better!’” Aisha recalls out loud, singing softly. Yeah, that’s what Ms. Hudson taught her in class! So that means… With a new found confidence, Aisha drops the nickel into her purse with the rest of her money. “Fifty-five! Sixty-five!” The dime follows after the nickel, making a pleasant metal sound against the rest of the change. Aisha re-counts her bills once again. “I haaaave...el-even dollars! And sixty-five cents!” She grins to herself, proud of her math work.

Aisha glances back to the sleeping form of her mother. She’s sprawled out messily over the couch. Empty bottles of yucky-smelling juice surround her. Aisha’s mommy always drinks that funny juice. She calls it, ‘grown-up grape juice.’ Aisha can never have a sip of the grown-up juice.

The little girl walks over to her mother, and pokes her cheeks. “Mommy?” She calls out.

A groan is her only reply. Aisha giggles, and quickly kisses her mother on the forehead. “I’ll be back, mommy! I’m gonna get you some headache-pills! And ginger-soda for your aching tummy!” Aisha pauses, thinking for a moment. “And some choco-bars for myself!”

Another groan. Her mom turns over, smashing her face against the pillow. She must’ve drank a lot of grown-up juice. Aisha tiptoes over to the coat racket, and grabs her sweater. She slings her cat-shaped purse over her shoulder. Taking one last look at her mother, Aisha waves a good-bye. “I’ll be back!” She promises, and closes the door behind her.

It’s been a solid six months since The Joker broke out of Arkham, dancing out of the clutches of Gotham’s vigilante, Batman. It’s been some time the boss conjured another one of his insane plans to wreck Gotham, and Jose secretly hopes to himself, it’ll stay like that for a bit longer. Being paid by The Joker is a pretty penny, no lie, but each day Jose works for the supervillain is a matter of life and death.

The fact he survived this long among The Joker’s henchmen, already makes him an unofficial veteran - but Jose never lets himself get comfortable. And it probably meant nothing to the boss - hell, Jose doubts whether if The Joker knows his actual name. At the end of the day, the pay is what matters.

The boss is particularly restless tonight. Maybe it’s because he’s feeling cocky. Maybe he’s restless. Or maybe, Jose suspects, he’s simply just bored. Who can tell with the insane clown? Jose and a few other henchmen have been toiling behind the agitated Joker nearly all night. The Joker just couldn’t decide whether he wanted to rob a bank, or shoot up a club.

“Anything to get on the Bat’s nerves,” Joker chuckles to himself, just loud enough for Jose to over hear. “Should we draw him out tonight? It’s been such awhile since we fooled around - ah, but I don’t want to break my lucky streak! Hmm, choices, choices, what to choose, what to choose?”

“Say,” The Joker says, fiddling with his pocket knife. “You boys up for some donuts?” He asks offhandedly, gazing at a 7-11. It’s a lonely little place, built beside a vast parking lot. Jose and the others don’t answer. It’s not like their boss actually wants to hear their opinion, or valued them at all. The parking lot is practically empty, Jose notes. Good thing. That means there aren’t a lot of civilians running around inside the convenience store. Tough luck to the poor bastard who’s working the graveyard shift.

Jose adjusts the strap of his clown mask, and double-checks if his back-up pistol is in its holster. Everything is in its place. He signals the other men to follow the lead of The Joker, who is already sauntering towards the 7-11.

The Joker kicks open the doors with the usual dramatic flourish. His henchmen are close behind. The teenager at the counter jumps, tearing his gaze away from his phone screen.

“What the -” The moment the cashier caught sight of The Joker and his clown posse, he freezes up. “Shit.”

Jose twists his mouth in slight sympathy. Poor young bastard indeed. He can only hope the Joker will at least let him or one of the other guys kill the cashier. That’d be the best outcome for the guy. Jose would finish him off with a gunshot to the head. Clean and quick. Merciful. He certainly can’t say the same for the boss, who prefers to...draw out his kills.

The young man backs away, trembling. He only bumps into a wall of cigarettes and lottery tickets. His name tag glints under the fluorescent lights, reading Wilson. Jose averts his gaze, regretting that he learned the teen’s name. The Joker, on the other hand, takes an unmeasured amount of glee in the cashier’s terror.

“Why hell-o there, Wilson.” The way The Joker said his name was nearly a growl. Wilson quivers, his mouth hanging open.

“Hey!” A female’s voice rings out from the other side of the store. Jose glances to its direction. Another employee around Wilson’s age comes out from the Employees’ Room. She’s rummaging through her purse, not having glanced up yet. “I’m heading out, so you can cover night -” She had the misfortune of bumping into the boss. Jose cringes to himself, slightly looking away. Damn, he hoped way too much when he thought there’d be at least only one person in this sad 7-11.

“Oh, sorry -” She gasps as soon as her eyes lie on The Joker. Jose can imagine his unnatural grin.

“Ah, yes. More help! Get behind the counter, will ya? So sorry to cut off the end of your shift but hey - the customer is always right, eh?” The Joker says in a conversational tone. He sounded so pleasant, anybody not directly looking at him would’ve mistaken him for an average but friendly nobody. Jose knew how his boss worked - he begins all normal and affable, just to freak out the victims. But he’s trigger-happy as hell, though. There’s no telling what sets off the boss, but one wrong slip-up, and anybody can end up on the floor with their intestines strewn out.

Jose saw that happen before, and god, he could only pray future victims of the Joker won’t be as stupid as the one who got gutted.

The woman only stutters helplessly in response. She glances in between the henchmen blocking the exit, and her other helpless co-worker. Jose grimaces. He tried not to think that if the woman just hurried a few minutes earlier, she would’ve been out of the cursed store, out of danger. Just a bunch of bad luck for these folks.

The Joker is a volatile madman, an agent of chaos, but if there’s one guarantee for his unpredictability, somebody’s gonna die.

Jose tunes out Wilson’s hysterical sobs, the woman’s uncontrollable sobbing, and The Joker’s unhinged cackles, and looks around the store some more. Nothing but rows and rows of junk food to see...the back row contains the refrigerated goods...a typical 7-11. On the bright side, maybe after The Joker was done psyching out and slaughtering the employees, they’d actually get donuts…

“Holy shit Jose, I think there’s a kid in here!” One of the guys, Thompson - an old timer like Jose, hisses. Jose snaps out of his thoughts.

“What? The hell d’ya - oh my god.”

Thompson was right - a kid, a little girl, is huddled in the corner, clutching a couple of candy bars and a bottle of ginger-ale. Her wide and dark-brown eyes stare unsure and a little fearful at the group of clown-masked men blocking the exit. She has black curly hair and brown skin, dressed up in a green hoodie and pink skirt. A cat-shaped purse is hanging by her side.

Oh, why does she have to look so much like...

Jose immediately scans the area for any other adults. There’s no sign of another soul hiding or cowering in the aisles. Anger instantly bubbles inside his chest. Okay, who the hell let their, what, seven or eight year old daughter wander into a 7-11 at one o’ clock in the fucking morning?! He would’ve never let Natalia out this late, hell, he never let her walked alone to school -

He takes a deep breath, his gaze sliding back to the boss. The Joker is grasping Wilson’s face, holding a knife to his cheek. Good. He’s distracted.

Glancing side to side, Jose makes a zipping motion across his mouth to the boys. They give subtle nods in reply. They may be good-for-nothing scum bags willing to work for a clown terrorist, but Jose knows all of them generally frowned upon murdering children. Jose looks back to the little girl quivering in the corner, and lifts a finger to his mouth.

The girl’s eyes dart around, unsure. To Jose’s relief, she mimes the action, lifting her hand to her mouth.

This draws a rare smile out of Jose. Thank god nobody can see what’s under his mask. That’s a good kid. Let’s just hope we can get the hell outta here without the boss noticing. Shifting his weight, Jose shambles over to the right. As quietly as he could, he blocks the aisle, trying to hide the kid from the boss’s sight. The others eye Jose doubtfully, the rest of them probably thinking there isn’t a chance in hell The Joker won’t notice. Jose grits his teeth. They should at least try!

He closes his eyes, letting his imagination run away with him. Where are the girls’ parents? Are they frantically looking for her right now? Maybe they rung up the Gotham police force already. Hell, maybe the bat signal is shining bright in the sky, and any minute, Batman’s going to come tumbling through the windows to save the day. Jose mentally kicks himself. Who is he kidding?

No parent - at least, no parent in Gotham city would ever let their child wander the dangerous streets, day or night, by themselves. Jose himself, he should know better.

Impulsively, Jose punches the wall. Damn! How is he gonna get the kid out of this?! Fuck, what sort of parents does she have -

“Mmmsomething the matter?”

He jumps, jerking his head up. Screaming and crying fills the air. Jose looks up, greeted by the sight of Wilson’s bloody face. A large gash is cut deeply across his cheek. Copious amount of blood gushes out of the wound, dripping all over the counter. The female employee sobs, completely out of breath from crying. She is trying to nurse Wilson, despite her unmeasured terror, attempting to stop the bleeding with her scarf as a make-shift bandage. The Joker boredly ignores their distress, strolling over to Jose.

“You just can’t find good service these days!” The Joker flicks the blood off his pocket knife. The madman’s eyes - they look like a pair of deathly pale green under the unnatural white lights - scour Jose up and down. Jose breaks a sweat, guiltily biting the inside of his cheek. Shit! He only drew attention to himself and the kid...He knew better than to glance over to her. He just has to act natural!

“What’s the ruckus over here?” The boss asks, grinning (as always and usual). Casually, he wipes the blood of his knife on one of the goon’s shirts. At this point, all of them were desensitized to The Joker’s sick quirks. “Woah, woah, don’t get too excited now! I’m trying to get us some good old-fashioned donuts but some people -” His eyes momentarily cast over to the hysterical teenagers behind the counters. Wilson is still howling from the pain, and the woman is crying her eyes out. “Can’t co-op-erate!”

Spinning around, The Joker pulls out a handgun, and fires. Jose hardly flinches at the sound of gunfire. It misses the woman by a few inches, and she screams, ducking below the counter. Wilson drops to the floor with her. “PLEASE, do st-o-p your yammering! I’m trying to have a conversation over here!”

The 7-11 employees’ cries subside to a quieter level. Another whimper - one closer - is heard in the background. Jose swallows, his throat dry. He’s been hoping too much tonight - doing nothing but hoping. If a god does exist, he must be laughing his ass off and giving the middle finger at Jose’s general direction, because praying and hoping weren’t doing jackshit.

Along with Jose’s heart sinking, the Joker’s eyes light up at the sound of the distressed child’s cry.

He pushes Jose to the side. Jose stumbles backwards, powerless.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here!”

A/N: Damn, I planned for this to be a one-shot, but I wrote so much! :o I’ve been fascinated by The Joker ever since I watched a Wisecrack Philosophy video about him… (Go search it up, I highly recommend it!) I’m planning on writing a full-fledged multi chapter Joker-centric fic in the future, but I wanted to write a short story about him to test my hand…

So what do you guys think? Is the Joker in character? Any suggestions for me to improve! I’d love to hear from you guys!

#dc comics #dceu #batman #the joker #dc fanfiction #red writes #original

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Starry Nights Part 12!

Riley is a nanny who seems to have it all. She’s got an awesome job with an extremely rich family that only needs her a few hours during the week, a loving Fiancé, and wonderful family and friends, but somethings missing. Lucas is a Veterinary Technician in a very similar situation. See what happens when their two world collide on one starry night in December.

Word Count: 2,300

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Better off Dead (1985): "First, we have: Frawnch fries…and…Frawnch dressing…and…Frawnch bread…and to drink, Ta-da! Peru.“

Author’s Note: It’s been awhile, but I’m back with part 12! As always, a shout out to my inspirations!: @iwantyoutochooseme, @whenrileymetlucas, @katdvs and @grizbehr! Y’all are amazing! And to all those who’ve stayed with me THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT! I appreciate it SO MUCH! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Part 12: “Pillowtalk"

Lucas 10:41pm

When we enter the apartment a feeling of relief comes over me. These past few nights have been WEIRD to say the least, so it’s nice being somewhere I’m familiar with. I look to Riley and can tell she’s ready to be done with this evening as well and I don’t blame her. Like I said tonight’s beenWEIRD!

“Well.” We say at the same time.

“Sorry, go ahead.” I chuckle.

“No, you go first.” She insists.

“I was just going to say, I had a really fun time tonight.”

“You’re such a liar.” She accuses politically. “But, that’s okay.”

“I’m being serious!”

“Fine-”

“Freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional. I’ll take it.”

Her face brightens as her brows lift. “You’ve seen the Italian Job?”

“Of course, I love movies like that!”

“Me too.” She sings.

I’m just about to ask her what her other favorite films are when-

*Buzz* *Buzz* *Buzz*

I close my eyes and watch my insides cave in on themselves.

This can’t be happening.

“You should get that.” She whispers.

Yup, this is happening.

I reluctantly do as she says and jam my hand in my pocket to retrieve my stupid, STUPID PHONE! I shake my head as I see who it is and hold it up for Riley to see. She gives me an apologetic smile and encourages me to answer it.

“Hey, Pey.”

She gives me another smile than tiptoes towards the bathroom, my spirit deflating with each step.

“LUCAS?!” Peyton screeches through the earpiece, triggering my younger sibling flinch.

“Hot damn! Peyton! Where’s the fire?!” I shout back.

“WELL IT SEEMS TO BE THE ONLY THING THAT GETS YOUR ATTENTION! NOW! Christmas!”

I roll my eyes and shuffle towards my room. This is gonna take a while… GREAT.

Riley 11:28pm

I finish up in the bathroom and peek out into the hallway. I can hear Mrs. Hanson’s voice seep through the crack of Lucas’ door. I let out a soft chuckle as I quietly creep back to my room. I slowly lock the door and when I hear the click I let out a silent cheer!

Finally!

I quickly strip down to my undies and dance to my suitcase. I need some much-needed sleep! The past few days have been… Weird.

I take in a deep breath and smile big as I shake out my over-sized sweater with its huge Santa head eating a loaf of bread on it!

It was last year’s Christmas gift to Charlie from Maya. She thought he’d get a kick out of it since he specialized in breads, but he didn’t. In fact, he was deeply offended, which is why I own it now!

I throw it on then clumsily slip into my awesome calf length tube socks! When I’m finished, I wiggle my freshly warmed toes and let out a tiny giggle.

I’m complete!

I glance over to my pajama bottoms and stick my tongue out at them. I only brought um for Lucas’ sake. Ya know, just to be polite when I walk around at night, but right now I don’t care! I just want to be free and let my legs breathe!

I fall backwards onto my bed, bumping my nightstand as I do. Without warning, an unexpected item falls to the ground creating a loud clanking sound. Of course, I scream bloody murder till I realize it’s just Joey’s baseball bat!

Oh thank goodness!

However, my relief is short lived as another loud noise pierces the air. Lucas!

“RILEY?!” He calls as he pounds on my door. “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!”

I clutch my chest and with a newly found vigor, reply, “YES!” as I try my best to steady my pounding heart.

“Are you sure?!”

“Yeah!” I reassure him as I rush to the door and open it. “I accidentally-” My jaw comes unhinged as I gawk at Lucas’ shirtless body. Greek Gods do exist! He snaps his fingers, bringing me back to earth.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks with a concerned expression etched into his gorgeously formed face.

“YEAH!” I reply with a nervous chuckle. “I accidentally knocked over a baseball bat.”

“You play?!”

“No! I was- it was when- I-”

“Long story?” He guesses as he flashes an adorable smile.

“Yeah.” I reply shyly.

WHY IS HE SO CUTE?!

His eyes drop to my chest and I feel my cheeks heat up.

He’s checking me out!

My feminist mind is about to unleash a harsh rant on equality and respect when he says, “Nice sweater.”

SHIT! I totally forgot what I was wearing!

My eyes shift to the floor as I stumble through the explanation of it.

“It was a Christmas mess- GIFT! Christmas gift from Maya to Charlie and he was a prick and tried to throw it away- NOT THAT I THINK HE’S A PRICK per say, just an asshole- JERK!” How I keep sticking my foot in my mouth, I have no clue, but boy do I wish I could stop! “I’m sorry I-”

Hey!” Lucas interjects. “ONE! Stop saying sorry for having an opinion and TWO! You wanna do something crazy?”

“Please!” I squeak.

Riley 1:03am

A silly grin makes its way across my face as Lucas and I tumble to the ground. He must have magical powers or something because it’s been years since I’ve done anything like this!

“You’re brilliant.” He pants.

“The feelings mutual.” I grunt, propping myself up on my elbows as I do. We look to each other and high five. All of the sudden a feeling of regret comes over me as I think of Auggie.

“My brother would’ve loved this.”

“My siblings too.” He sighs. “I know!” He states as he sits up.

“Hmm?”

“Let’s dedicate this to them!”

“That’s a PERFECT IDEA!” I cheer.

He rolls out of the ginormous fort we’ve just finish making and calls for me to follow. When I stand up, he’s nowhere to be found.

“Lucas?”

A slight sting takes over my right arm as a puff of feathers explode beside me. I turn to find the culprit sporting a cheeky grin as he holds his pillow at the ready.

“Lucas!”

“Forgive my rudeness, fair maiden.” He cackles in a horrible yet charming British accent. “But, twas you who suggested we dedicate this mighty fortuitous to our kinsmen!”

“Tis true, but an attack I did not!” I reply with an equally bad British accent.

“Well, Darlin’, that’s how it’s done in the kingdoms down South.” He states in a thick southern drawl.

“Fighting?”

“Mmmhmm.” He hums.

“For what?”

“Rule.” He replies with a bow as he tosses the other pillow in front of me. “This Palace needs a ruler before a proper dedication can commence.”

“Then a ruler it shall have.” I retort as I shift my gaze into a glare and pick up the offering.

“TO THE DEATH!” I shriek, quickly striking him in the head.

“TO THE DEATH!” He repeats as he deflects my feeble attempt and swings his mighty weapon of fluff!

I barely miss his deadly blow as I fall to the floor and speedily crawl behind the couch. I do my best to regain my bearings, but am cut short when Lucas leaps over my useless cover and shouts. “HA-HA!”

He lounges for me, but I skillfully doge him once again and race towards the Kitchen. I’m just about to clear the entryway when I feel a cushion knock my balance off. I stumble to the ground, losing my pillow in the process. I watch as it slides across the floor and a feeling of dread creeps in as my eyes dart to Lucas to see if he’s caught my disadvantage.

HE HAS!

I scramble towards it, but he beats me to it and kicks it further away. I quickly jump to my feet and tickle his exposed underarms. He’s so caught off guard that he loses his focus for a split-second, allowing me to snatch his pillow from him!

“HEY!” He laughs. “That’s not fair!”

“All’s fair in love and war!” I quote as I get a good whack at him before running it to the Kitchen. He catches up to me and traps me at the island.

“I see I’ve misjudged your abilities.” He huffs as we circle it.

“That you have!” I state as I book it for the dining room. He’s close behind me, but not for long! I pull the highchair in front of him and laugh as he trips over it. That small distraction gives me enough time to slip back into the hallway. I wait at the end of it making sure he’s still following from that way. When he rounds the corner I quickly flip off the lights and sprint back to the family room where I hide behind the recliner. I peek behind it as he defensively re-enters the room, his eyes peeled for me.

“Can we call a truce?!” He calls out with his awful British accent still intact. “I’m winded!”

I remain quiet as I position myself right next to him then yell, “NEVER!!!”

I spring out and send the final blow to his stomach!

His eyes widen as he looks to his stomach than back to me.

“Riley!” He Wheezes.

I nod with great satisfaction as I watch him fall to his knees.

“Any last words?”

“Long live Cuddle Bunnies!” He huffs.

“Awww! That’s lovely.”

He salutes me the dies (tongue out). I salute him back and for a moment, bow my head in reverence of fallen opponent. After a second of mourning I muster all the strength I can and shout, “I’m the QUEEN!” as I make my victory laps around the now “dead” Lucas Friar. He sits up and joins in my celebration!

“All hail, Queen Riley!” He cheers.

I giggle, slightly embarrassed at how serious I got and take a bow before going back into my fort. He tries to follow, but I stop him.

“First, state your loyalty Sir …” I search his eyes for a name and he laughingly replies, “Mortimer Twigglebottomsmythe.”

“WOW! You are definitely from the Southern Kingdoms.” I joke. “So, go ahead. State your loyalty Sir. Mortimer Twigglebottomsmythe of Austin.”

He takes my hand and gazes deeply in my eyes as he replies, “From this day forth my loyalty will forever be to you Queen Riley of Greenwich Village.”

He finishes with a kiss on my hand and I feel my heart pick up speed.

“I guess that will do.” I exhale.

“Will it?” He taunts and I pull my hand back as I stick my tongue out at him.

He flashes his famous Friar smirk and starts to crawl forward, but I stop him again.

“But I pledged my loyalty?”

“I know. Now you must bow.” I demand coldly.

“But-”

“Bow!”

“How deep do you want it?” He asks with his cheeky smirk still in place.

I gulp hard and shrug. “You may go as deep as your devotion.”

“Okay.”

He sprawls out flat on the floor and my eyes widen because in Mulan that meant a lot of respect?!

“Can I come in now?” He asks, his face still pressed against the rug.

“Oh yes, of course!” I stutter as I help him up. “I’m so sorry! I kind of get carried away with things like this.”

“It’s alright, your highness. I’ve experienced worse.”

“Your sister?”

“ZAY!”

A fit of laughter takes me over as I imagine King Zay forcing everyone to kiss his pinky ring.

“OH MAN! That is worse!”

Lucas 1:54am

Our laughter settle as we resume our positions in the fort. We take a moment to marvel at our work as we try to steady out breathe. This has got to be one of my best. I glance over to her and find she’s already looking at me.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

The feeling from her room come back and all I want to do is grab her beautiful face and kiss her, but I stop myself.

“What is it?” She asks as I back away.

“I’ve never been good at hooking up-”

“Is that what you think this is?” She asks, clearly upset by what I’ve just said.

“NO!” I correct. “Far from it, which is why I can’t kiss you.” Her shoulders slump over and I can tell she still isn’t getting what I’m trying to say, so I rephrase it. “Because if I kiss you now, I’ll never leave.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” She questions as she wiggles into my arms. I breathe in the scent of her hair and feel my body weaken.

DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! SHE SMELLS LIKE STRAWBERRIES! NEXT YOU’RE GONNA TELL ME SHE LOVES BASKETBALL!

I clinch my jaw as I massage her arm. “Not at all, but we gotta be real about this, Riles. We both have a lot goin’ on right now.” She’s about to cut me off again, but I stop her. “AND I WILL BE DAMNED if I’m the reason you don’t get time to heal!”

“I don’t need time!” She pouts.

“You think that now, but I promise you, you’ll be grateful you had it. I mean look at me! I was given that opportunity and it lead me here to you.”

“But, what if that doesn’t happen for me?” She asks as she leans back to look me in the eyes. “What if this is all we get?”

I lightly brush her cheek and whisper. “Then I am the luckiest man on Earth to have gotten a week in your world.”

A tear falls as she quickly tucks her head back into my chest. I pull her in closer and pray.

Oh, please, PLEASE say she’s wrong! But if not. Thank you for this moment.

I lightly kiss the top of her head and rock her till we both drift off to sleep.

#rucas #rucas fanfic #rucas au #rucasfanfiction #rucas fandom #liley #liley fanfic #liley au

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