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orange-waterfalls · 3 years

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Hugs From The Captain!

Captain Magnum x gn!reader

A/N: hi. it's me. i'm not dead! which is an awful surprise considering the amount of people who WROTE MY OBITUARY yesterday, PREEMPTIVELY in case I did die. but i didn't! so suck on that.(yes this is a markiplier quote no I do not remember what video) anyways here's a soft Magnum fic with a lil angst. as a treat. after fucking MONTHS. I have been kind of experimenting? with like more banter or realistic type of dialogue. just like. lemme know if u think it's good. Rated T for cursing. Fluff and sort of angst. Uhhhh tw: self-doubt, tw: guns, tw: alcohol, tw: drugs. Reader doesn't like. Use guns. Or drink. Or do drugs. Uhhhh I think that's it enjoy!!!

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Hugs From The Captain!

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“Good job, matey!” Magnum yells out when you drop a large sack of coins on the ground. You breathe heavily and your arms are shaking, but by God you carried that shit onto the ship. In the middle of a gunfight, no less!

You don't respond, preferring to hit the deck as bullets continue to fly. You cover your ears with your hands and squeeze your eyes shut tight. No matter how long you'd be on this ship, you were sure you'd never get used to this part. You don't know how long you were on the floor, but when you looked again, two other crewmates were on the floor as well and it was silent. You scramble to your feet and look around, sighing when you notice the other ship sailing away.

"Good job, Y/N!" One of your mates says loudly, still on their stomach on the floor. Ah, yes. Gunshots. Ringing in the ears. Love it.

“Thank--!” You’re cut off with a squeak as Magnum squeezes you in a giant bear hug.

“Aw, you’re doin’ fantastic! That was wonderful! I never thought I’d have such a great first mate!” He turns to another crewmate. “...no offense”

“Some taken…” he sighs and rests his cheek in his hand.

"Mag-" you can't finish before you wheeze a breath out, and the captain takes that as a sign he should put you down. He does, holding your shoulders as you sway, and brushes you off a bit.

"Apologies… I get a bit excited," he flushes.

"You're-" you clear your throat, "you're fine."

"Anywho, let's all celebrate tonight! I have some o' that fancy whiskey in me cabin!" He suggests.

"Fancy?" You croak.

"Ya know. Fancy! The bottle actually has a label on it!"

"Right… uh, sure. We can do that. Ok."

"Fantastic!" He reaches out for another hug but freezes when you flinch away. He plays it off by grabbing a rope and telling the crew what to do.

You sigh in relief. You love the guy, you do, but goddamn he is strong. Sometimes a hug is a bit too forceful. You were sure he's cracked a rib before.

You stand next to him, waiting for him to let you know what you can do, but he just smiles and sets a hand on your head.

"Ye were wonderful today. Yer arms must be tired. Ye should go rest," He explains.

"What? No, I'm fine!" You put your hands on your hips. He squints at your arms, and you look down and notice they're shaking. You let them drop.

"Mm. Go rest," he instructs and you cross your arms before sulking away to your room.

You lay on your bed completely still. You'd been in this position for the past 4 hours. It had gotten dark and you were sure you missed dinner.

Ok, fine, your arms hurt before.

But now you couldn't feel your body at all. Everything was completely numb. Maybe carrying a giant bag of gold coins that was nearly the same size as you wasn't the best idea.

You hear the door creak and your heartbeat speeds up but you literally do not move a single muscle.

"Mate? Y'alright?" Magnum asks. You groan in response. That was supposed to be a "yeah". He walks over to your bed and you manage to move your neck a bit to look up at him.

"I have a feelin' yer bein' dramatic." He chuckles, a deep sound that echoes through your room.

"How dare you," You whisper, your throat hoarse.

"It can't be that bad."

"Not everyone is a seven foot tall mass of muscle."

"There's a bit I'm pudge in here too, don't worry."

"Whatever."

"We're celebratin'. Ye wanna come or are ye gonna lay here for another 6 hours?"

So it was 6, not 4.

"Magnum, boss, cap, mate, I don't think I can fucking move, much less dance with you people." Because whenever there's drinking, there will be dancing. You've been here long enough to know that is a fact.

"Here, I have an idea."

"Wha--" He lifts you up like you weigh nothing and you feel your face heat up a bit. He pulls you into a bone crushing hug. Literally. You hear and feel your back crack in several places. He drops you onto your feet and, again, you sway a bit, and again, he steadies you. You stretch your limbs, sighing.

"Uh… thanks. Still don't think I can dance, though..." You scuff the floor with the toe of your boot.

"Eh, thas alright. Ye can sing, can't ye? Ye know a few shanties?" He asks.

"... a few…" You say with a smile.

"Good! I'm sure they'll love to hear ye," He gently sets a hand on your shoulder. He sets it gently on purpose. You know because he was about to slam it down with a force that would probably dislocate your shoulder, but stopped a few centimeters away and made sure to let it down soft.

"Mm. We going now?" You pat the hand on your shoulder.

"If ye want."

"Bet. Let's go."

After an hour or so, you had exhausted your voice and all the shanties you knew. Magnum was right, the other crewmates were very excited to hear you sing. They even chanted beforehand. As soon as they recognized the songs they joined in they joined in. They started dancing after a while, too.

You're sitting by a light in the corner, sipping your drink. They're having a lot of fun, and you can't help but smile. You feel… safety. Comfort. Affection. Love.

You love these people. This is your family. This is a group of people who you might have never known if your life had gone just a bit differently. You thanked whatever being is out there in the universe for giving you this… family. This feeling of pure joy.

You hear loud creaking towards you as Magnum approaches. You tilt your head back to look up at him behind you.

"Oi. Ye alright?" He inquires in a voice much quieter than you're used to.

"Yeah, I'm good," You say, matching his volume.

"Ye were actin' like we were goin' ta haveta saw yer arms off," He teases.

"I thought you were!" You defend jokingly.

"I'da been the one to do it."

"Woulda given me a cup of beer and said 'it's basically an anaesthetic'."

"Well, of ye drink enough…" you both chuckle. You look down at your drink and swish it around in your cup a little. You can feel him staring at you and it starts to make you uncomfortable.

"What is it?" You snap a bit on accident. He frowns. "Sorry…"

"Ye sure yer alright?" You groan loudly in annoyance.

"Yes! I am absolutely sure, 100%--"

"Tell me and I'll buy ye a treat next time we get to shore." You both stare at each other for a moment. Your arms are in midair since you were cut off from your dramatics. He had an eyebrow raised and was looking at you suspiciously. You drop your hands onto the table.

"I feel useless." You say bluntly.

"Wha? Why? Did someone say somethin'? I'll shoot them out o' me cannon right now!" Magnum panics.

"See, this is why I didn't want to tell you!" You sigh and fall back in your chair.

"Wha d' ye mean?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"There's no… nobody said anything, I just… I got a bag. One bag!"

"Aye! An' that was very--"

"Mags, they each got at least two. Some even had three. You got seven. Plus a chest."

"Ok, so we're a little… little stronger than ye, what about it?"

"I'm not… useful to you! I'm not as strong, I'm not good in a gunfight, I can barely talk my way out of anything--"

"Ye talked John out of his potatoes."

"I thought his name was Jack?"

"Eh, he-he never corrects anyone. I called him James the other day and nothin'."

"Huh. But that doesn't count. I know him."

"Ye are useful, and even if ye weren't, yer a valuable… valuable? Yea, valuable member of this crew. I haven't seen 'em dance this much in months. I haven't smiled this much in months. Ye are a very important part of me ship. Crew. Me crew."

"...Mags, are you drunk?"

"Not the point. Wha I'm sayin' is we love ye and now we're attached and ye can never leave."

"Ah, I see. C'mon. Bedtime," You stood up and walked over to Magnum, putting a gentle hand on his arm. He squints at it.

"No," He looks up at you.

"Mags…" You warn.

"No," He crosses his arms and leans back.

"Magnum," You cross your arms. Is he really doing this right now?

"Call me captain," He smiles brightly.

"...I'm not doing that," You can't help but smile back.

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Why do you want me to?"

"I like it."

"Ok, Mr. authority complex."

"Stop psychoal… psychoan… psy--"

"Psychoanalyzing."

"Yeah that."

"Only if you get to bed."

"...bah."

"Bah, yourself. Stand up."

"I'm a lil tipsy, it's fine." He says, swaying a little. You put your hand back on his arm and he stares at it as you lead him to his cabin.

"You'll thank me in the morning when everyone has a pounding hangover and you just have a headache." You pat his arm.

"Mm. Mate?" He asks, still staring at your hand.

"Yeah, Mags?" You open his door and let him walk in. He looks at you standing in the doorway with this… weirdly soft look on his face.

"...I love ye." He whispers. Ok, that was way too quiet and a very uncharacteristic thing to say.

"Love you too. You're drunk." You repeat.

"I know. I still love ye."

"Thank you. Go to sleep."

"Cuddle?"

"No, you smell like whiskey."

"Please?"

"No. Love you. Go to sleep."

"G'night."

"Night."

"Morning, everyone." You smile over your cup at the tired and annoyed faces that walk through the door. Some mumble a "good morning" back, some only give you a wave, some straight up ignore you. Magnum walks in, visibly doing better than the others, and makes his way to you.

"Uh…" He scratches his beard.

"Hm. Let me guess…" you tap your chin with a finger and raise your eyebrows.

"...thank you." He sighs.

"Called it," You tilt your seat back and put your feet on the table.

"Yeah, yeah…" He grumbles.

“Sleep well?” You sip your drink.

“Eh… yeah…” He says after a couple seconds.

“That’s a hesitation I hear,” You raise an eyebrow.

“Mm… dream was a… a little bad…” He sits in a chair across from you.

“Bad? Bad how?” You tilt your head, and the look he gives you isn’t a very good one.

“Eh, jus’… jus’… mm…”

“Don’t wanna talk?”

“Not… really…”

“Ok. Coffee?”

"Aye." You stand up and get another cup of coffee with a little bit of sugar and some whiskey and hand it to him.

"... sugar 'n whiskey…" he says, surprised for some reason.

"Yeah. You like it that way, right?" You ask, worried you'd gotten it wrong.

"Aye, aye I do…"

"...is something wrong?"

"...no. Nothin'."

"You… sure?"

"Aye."

"Ok… I'm gonna… go see if the others want anything." He nods as you walk away.

That was. Very weird.

You shake your head and walked up to John. James. Whatever.

"Mornin'... Joseph." You say experimentally.

"Mornin', Y/N." He smiles. So, he just answers to anything. Great.

"Need anything? Coffee? Food? Drugs?"

"Why would we need drugs?" Another mate asks.

"For your hangovers, duh." You clap your hand on Jim's (Jake's?) shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll spike your drinks." They all thank you at different energy levels as you leave to get their individual cups of coffee. You feel someone staring at you and turn to see Magnum gazing at you from his seat. He clears his throat and turns away once you see him. You sigh and distribute the cups among the crewmembers. One of them stares at you as you hand them a cup.

"What?" You ask defensively.

"He's in love with you." She comments.

"Yeah, I know…" you sigh and sit down at her table.

"You know? What do you mean you know?!"

"I mean, I know!"

"Do you like him back?"

"That's a difficult question."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I love him a lot but he's a greedy bastard with an authority complex and he hugs way too hard."

"The hugs are not that bad." You give her a look. "Ok, yeah, they are."

"Uh-huh."

"You could… teach him how to hug and see where that gets you?"

"I think I'd hurt his feelings if I suggested that."

"Then just… hug him!"

"What? No!" You whisper-shout to get your point across but also make sure Magnum doesn't hear you.

"Why not?!" She whisper-shouts back.

"That's… weird! I don't give hugs! Hugs are not a thing I give! I get hugs I do not give them!" You both stare at each other for a minute.

"You're touch starved," she raises an eyebrow.

"No shit, so is he."

"One hug! That's it!"

"I refuse."

"I'm sure it'll make him happy!" You pause, thinking about it. He did seem a little upset when you flinched at him. You glared at the pirate and she gave you a shit-eating grin back. She knew what she was doing. Fuck.

"One hug." You hold up your finger to emphasize the point.

"That's all I ask." You point at her and stand up from your seat. You walk over to Magnum. He looks up at you, eyes widening for a moment.

"First mate." He nods.

"Captain," You nod back, "Can we talk?"

"...uh."

"Just real quick? Somewhere private?"

"Uhhhh."

"Magnum."

"Ok. Yea, we can… do that." You nod and began walking towards his cabin. After a couple steps you realize he's not following you and turn around. There he is, sitting at his table.

"Mags?"

"Hm? Oh! Comin'."

He makes his way over to you and enters his cabin. You enter afterwards, shutting the door behind you. You look at him, this 7-and-a-half foot giant of a man, fidgeting. Nervous. You squint at him. How are you gonna go about this?

"You hug too hard." You state. He frowns and drops his hands to his sides.

"Oh…" He says, sounding disappointed. Fuck hurting his feelings, he was gonna hurt your organs, goddamn.

"You need… you gotta be softer. More-More gentle. Like… like, uh…"

"I'm not sure I can--"

"Here, lemme-just…" you shuffle over to him and wrap your arms around his torso. You feel him tense up under your touch. You lay your cheek on him and just squeeze your arms a little. You can't reach all the way around, but it seems to be working pretty well for what you can do. His arms are just frozen in the air, and he keeps moving them just a little, like he wants to hug you back but can't. You inhale a little and smell gunpowder, wood, and coffee. It's a comforting smell, mostly because it's just his, and you can't help but squeeze a little tighter and nuzzle into him. His breath hitches and his heartbeat speeds up. You grin.

You're fucking with him. Not on purpose, but it's happening.

You finally pull away after a few minutes, giving one final squeeze to his midsection before finally stepping back. You look up at him, an innocent smile on your face. He just stares down at you, a blush on his face. His eyes are a little foggy, and you start to get a little worried. Maybe that was… too much, too fast.

"Mags? You okay?" You whispered. He seems to snap out of whatever trance he's in at that because he sucks in a breath and drops his arms.

"Aye! I'm alright! I'm going to uh… go now!" He announces loudly and stomps out of his cabin.

You chuckle as you watch him walk robotically over to the front of the ship, almost tripping over himself and yelling at anyone who laughed. You sigh, shaking your head and sitting on his bed.

You'd wait until he told you about his feelings. You'd wait until he was ready. You could do that... You could do that.

You look out the door again, seeing the crew all working, and him just standing at the wheel. He has a dopey, crooked smile on his face and his hands keep twitching like he can't contain himself. He catches your eye and looks at you. You stick your tongue out and scrunch up your face. He smiles wider and it looks like he chuckles. He looks away, embarrassed. You smile again before standing up and leaving his cabin, planning to ask what you can help with.

Hugs are good enough for now.

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authenticcadence18 · 4 years

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Can’t Help Falling in Love: Ch. 3

IT’S ANOTHER CHAPTER!!! Thanks in advance for reading!!!

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

AO3

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Like a river flows...

Surely to the sea...

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Phineas awoke to the usual sound of Perry’s chattering with a bright smile on his face. “Good morning, Perry!!!” he exclaimed cheerfully, ruffling the platypus on the head.

Anyone who knew Phineas knew he’d always loved mornings. After all, every day dawned as a brand new beginning, as the first step on an adventure that could lead anywhere! To Phineas, sunrises were canvases of possibility and untapped potential!!

...and though these musings were true of every morning, today they felt ESPECIALLY true.

“Good morning, Ferb!!!!”

From his bed across the room, Ferb muttered irritably and rolled over.

(Unlike Phineas, Ferb had lost a bit of his fondness for mornings as he grew older. Maturity had instilled in him an appreciation for the finer things in life...such as sleeping in.)

Phineas, though, was already wide awake and ready to start the day.

(Which, admittedly, was normal for him....but there was an extra spring in his step today.)

“Oh, come on, Ferb!!! It’s a beautiful day!!!!” Phineas sprang from his bed, opened the window, and took in a whiff of fresh air…all while gazing fondly at a certain rosy-hued house across the street.

Ferb slowly climbed out of bed, rubbed the tiredness from his eyes, and ambled over to where his brother stood.

Someone was in a particularly good mood this morning.

After a few seconds, Ferb recalled a conversation he’d had with Phineas the night before and realized WHY he was in such a good mood. “...I suppose this has to do with a certain neighbor of ours and that project you told me about yesterday?” he guessed with a wry grin.

Phineas smiled dreamily—he’d been waxing poetic about Isabella to Ferb for nearly four years now, so there was no point in hiding his expression—and spun away from the window and towards his dresser. “It sure does!!!” he called over his shoulder as he dug through the drawer for a shirt to wear. “Now come on!! The day isn’t going to seize itself!!!!”

Isabella woke up to the sound of her alarm with a bright smile on her face, which was a little unusual for her. Usually, she wasn’t all that eager to get out of bed (since sleep was a relatively rare commodity for her these days). Today, though, she’d barely had her eyes open for a minute and was already bubbling with excitement to discover what the day would bring. “Good morning, Pinky!!” she called out.

Pinky, in response, briefly looked up from his bed on the floor before curling back up and closing his eyes again. (He was retired from fighting evil now, after all! He could afford to sleep in.)

Isabella brought a hand to her face, felt the smile still present there, and giggled. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d woken up in such a good mood!

And then, as the last remnants of sleep faded away and her mind finished waking up, memories of the day before came rushing back.

“....oh my gosh. Oh my GOSH.”

Suddenly, Isabella was ten years old again.

“PINKY!!!!! Phineas and I are doing a project together!! Phineas met me at Nosh Olé and we ate dinner together!! PHINEAS AND I HUGGED!!! ALL THAT REALLY HAPPENED YESTERDAY!!! AAAH!!!”

In a few minutes, she’d have to climb out of bed, start her day, and remind herself that yesterday’s events had been TOTALLY NORMAL. Not romantic! Not special! Just Phineas being his normal, kind, wonderful self.

.....but for now, Isabella was more than happy to squeal excitedly into a pillow and bask in the giddy feeling of being in love with Phineas. Just for a little while.

After years of refusing to do so...it felt unbelievably good.

...

Phineas flew through his morning routine, getting ready and eating breakfast at lightning speeds (Ferb supposed he was really, REALLY eager to get to school and see Isabella again). When he finally got to the front door, however, this momentum came to a screeching halt.

Ferb was more than a little puzzled to find his brother huddled by the door with one eye fixed to the peephole that looked outside. “...what are you doing?” he asked.

Usually, Phineas waited for him to finish getting ready before leaving for school. But he always waited outside in the sunlight and fresh air.

Phineas’s face reddened, and he flinched. He hadn’t consciously considered what he was doing until now...and now that he was thinking about it, it sounded sort of silly.

“Uh…I guess...I’m…waiting for Isabella to open her door so...I can happen to open ours at the same time…and…walk to school with her?”

Ferb lifted up his cellphone and gestured to it pointedly.

“What??” Phineas shook his head vigorously. “No, I’m not going to call and ask her to walk to school with us! ….yes, we’re collaborating on a project, but technically we can just talk about that in class! I can’t use that to justify asking her to walk together!!! ….why are you looking at me like that??”

Ferb snickered. “You sound just like Candace. She’d be proud of you.”

Phineas’s ears reddened at that...but he still didn’t move.

“.....just give it a few more minutes. Please. For me.”

...

Isabella felt a little silly. She’d been standing behind her front door and gazing across the street for a handful of minutes now, waiting for Phineas to step outside so SHE could step outside and walk to school with him.

Well. With him and Ferb.

Isabella knew she’d get to spend time with Phineas during their music appreciation class (and probably after class, to work on their essay and all)...but she couldn’t help wanting to see him sooner. After all, he DID live right across the street from her. Why not walk to school with him? They used to do that all the time as kids! What was different now?

(Well. A lot was different now. But still.)

More than anything, though, Isabella supposed she wanted to make up for lost time…last night, she’d realized how desperately she missed just BEING with Phineas. Once they graduated high school and moved on to the next parts of their lives, who knew how often they’d get to hang out?

WAIT. Was his door opening??

...

Ferb obliged his brother for a few minutes more—he wasn’t one to stand in the way of true love, after all.

And then a thought occurred to him.

If Phineas was waiting for Isabella to open her door so he could “coincidentally” step outside as she did and walk to school with her….perhaps Isabella was doing the same thing.

Ferb spent a few moments recalling instances of Isabella trying to spend time with Phineas when they were younger.

...yeah. She was definitely waiting behind the door.

“Well.” Ferb reached past Phineas for the doorknob. “You can keep waiting for Isabella if you want, but I’m going to head out.”

“Wait, Ferb, no—!”

But it was too late. Ferb had already opened the door.

And SURE ENOUGH. Isabella’s door swung open at the same time.

Ferb couldn’t help but chuckle. Phineas and Isabella really WERE made for each other.

“Oh look, there’s Isabella!!”

Phineas’s face flushed and his limbs stiffened because THERE ISABELLA WAS INDEED. Smiling and pink and as pretty as ever.

Visiting Isabella at work with a specific goal in mind and hugging her beneath the dim light of her porch was one thing (er, two things). Fantasizing about walking her to school was another.

But actually walking to school with her? In the bright morning light?? Which would almost certainly illuminate the blush on his face???

Perhaps he should’ve thought this through more.

...at least Ferb would be walking with them.

“You know, I just realized, I think I left my chemistry book upstairs.” Ferb nudged Phineas outside with a not-so-subtle wink. “You two go ahead, I’ll see you at school.”

The door shut, leaving a very flustered Phineas behind.

He was SO going to throw a pillow at Ferb tomorrow morning.

“Hey, Phineas!!!” Isabella waved as she crossed the street. “Whatcha doin?”

“Umm…..getting ready to walk to school?”

“Me too! Wanna walk together?”

“Uhhhh, sure!!!”

“Hey...where’s Ferb? I thought I just saw him a moment ago.”

“Oh! He, uh, went back inside...said he forgot his chemistry book and that we could start walking without him.”

The word “chemistry” tripped Phineas up because, now that he thought about it, was Ferb even taking a chemistry class this year?

Oh. Oh.

….forget tomorrow morning. Phineas was going to throw a pillow at Ferb the next time they saw each other. Even if that was in the middle of second hour Calculus. He deserved it.

“...are you feeling alright, Phineas?” Isabella stepped a bit closer to him, concern evident in her gaze. “Your face is all red…” She laid a hand against his forehead. “Oh gosh, you’re burning up...you aren��t getting sick, are you?”

“Must be the heat!!” Phineas stammered, recoiling from her touch (not that it felt bad!—quite the contrary, actually—but if he stood there any longer, he was going to spontaneously combust on the spot) and taking a step in the direction of school. “Now, let’s just head to school! Yeah!”

He needed to start moving...and stop thinking about how infuriating Ferb was and how wonderful Isabella was.

Isabella shrugged and fell in line beside Phineas. “If you’re sure!”

For a few minutes or so, they walked in silence. Phineas needed a bit of time to regain his composure, and Isabella was just enjoying being with him at all.

Heading down the street with Phineas reminded Isabella of another time they’d walked around town, and she chuckled absently.

“What’s up?” Phineas asked.

Isabella chuckled again. “I was just thinking about the time we walked around trying to find Meap. Remember that?”

Phineas smiled fondly. “Oh yeah!! That was a fun day!”

“You kept on complaining about that ‘cute-interference’...” Isabella resisted the urge to grimace at her younger self’s antics that day. “...did we ever find out what was causing it in the first place?”

“No, I don’t think we did…” Phineas replied thoughtfully. “...but it definitely wasn’t you!”

Wait. That came out wrong.

“Because. You know. I programmed the cute tracker to ignore you from the beginning. Because I knew you were cute. Are cute! Uhm. It’s a scientific fact.”

……..perhaps Meap would take Phineas to another galaxy if he asked. He could change his name, start a new life there…...escape this nightmare.

If Phineas was having a nightmare, Isabella was living in a daydream because PHINEAS STILL THOUGHT SHE WAS CUTE!!!!!!

(In his own unique way, sure...but as far as Isabella was concerned, that just made it even more endearing.)

Phineas was pulled out of his mortified haze by the sound of Isabella’s laughter. It wasn’t a cruel or taunting sound...rather, she sounded happy. Really happy.

Had HE made her that happy?

He dared a glance at her and found her gazing at him with a gentle smile, still giggling softly. His heart thumped.

“Thanks, Phineas…” Isabella blushed ever so slightly. “...you know, you’re pretty cute yourself!”

...I mean, since Phineas had called HER cute, she could call HIM cute without it being weird, right?

Just in case, she added on, “...in a scientific way, of course!” so Phineas could interpret her compliment as a light-hearted joke if he wanted.

Phineas felt like his soul was about to astral project into another dimension.

Isabella thought HE was cute???

Maybe this wasn’t a nightmare after all...but it definitely felt like a dream.

“....thanks!” he managed to squeak.

….so much for regaining his composure.

Isabella tilted her head at Phineas and looked at him with concern for a second time that morning. “Are you SURE you aren’t getting sick, Phineas? Your face is all red again.”

Phineas just shook his head (partially in an attempt to shake away the stubborn blush sprawled over his face). “nOPE. I mean! I’m sure! It’s just the sun. That’s all. I’m fine. Yup.”

“Well, maybe drink some water when we get to school,” Isabella suggested. “You don’t want to get overheated!!”

“Will do!!!” Phineas replied quickly. “Oh look, speaking of school, here we are!!”

Surely enough, they’d reached Danville High.

“I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you in fifth hour, bye!!”

And then Phineas was walking away, practically sprinting away, because if Isabella kept looking at him so compassionately he was either going to faint or spontaneously burst into song about how much he loved her (and neither reaction seemed suitable).

If they were going to work on their project later, he REALLY needed to pull himself together.

Isabella smiled as she watched Phineas go, though she still felt a twinge of worry on his behalf despite his insistence on being alright. She really hoped he wasn’t coming down with something or overheating.

And then, out of nowhere, a thought occurred to Isabella that tied her stomach into knots.

…what if Phineas had been BLUSHING???

....actually, nope. No way. No. That was highly improbable. Impossible.

Phineas? Blushing? Because of HER??

That was just wishful thinking.

...

Fifth hour eventually rolled around. Isabella arrived in the music room before Phineas did, and as she took off her backpack and sat down, she couldn’t help but marvel at how different she felt now compared to how she’d felt yesterday.

Yesterday, she’d been horrified by the prospect of even talking to Phineas for fear of opening her heart back up to him.

Now, though, just a mere 24 hours later, her heart was willingly wide open again and she was eagerly looking forward to spending as much time with him as she could (just like she had when they were younger).

For a moment, Isabella almost felt foolish...was it really wise to allow herself to re-accept and re-embrace her feelings for Phineas so quickly? Especially after all the years she’d spent distancing herself from him in an attempt to let go and move on? Judging from prior experience, her feelings likely wouldn’t lead to anything more than the occasional hug (even IF Phineas still thought she was cute).

...perhaps it was foolish. But at this point, Isabella didn’t care...even if he didn’t return her feelings, loving Phineas just felt RIGHT.

….wait a second.

Isabella’s eyes widened as she recalled the first lyrics of she and Phineas’s assigned song.

“Wise men say only fools rush in...but I can’t help falling in love with you.”

When Phineas walked into the music room, he found Isabella already scribbling away in a notebook. “Wow, Isabella!!” He sat down. “The bell hasn’t even rung yet and you’re already brainstorming away! Talk about initiative!”

(He’d spent the entire trek to class repeatedly telling himself to focus on the project and working with Isabella...as opposed to thinking about how she apparently thought he was cute...so he’d actually be able to speak to her without. You know. Falling over and stuff.)

(He also hadn’t managed to hit Ferb with a pillow yet...but payback was coming.)

Isabella looked up at him with an eager smile. “I got an idea for our essay!!!” she replied excitedly. She slid the notebook to the middle of the table and gestured to the top of the page, where she’d written out the beginning of “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”

“There’s a lot of different ways to interpret this lyric...and I just thought of a good one!!”

...

Isabella smiled as she walked down the corridor of 300 Hall, clutching the straps of her backpack as she went.

She and Phineas had spent a very productive 53 minutes writing out ideas for their essay. After Isabella explained her interpretation of their song’s first lyric, Phineas chimed in with his own take on it, and soon they were coming up with various meanings for all the song’s lyrics!

Their essay was going to discuss how a seemingly simple song with so few words could take on deeper, varied meanings for many different people and circumstances.

And it would also discuss chord structures and cadences and such. But that part was easy.

(Neither of them had admitted the song spoke to them on a personal level to each other, of course. But this fact certainly influenced their discussion, whether they realized it or not.)

Within the last few minutes of fifth hour, Isabella had suggested she and Phineas meet after school to start officially writing the essay at one of their houses, since she had a shorter soccer practice and wasn’t working that afternoon. Phineas had agreed to this plan, only asking that Isabella wait for he and Ferb to finish their robotics meeting first (soccer practice ended at 4:30, and robotics ended at 5:00). Isabella had cheerfully agreed to meet them outside the robotics classroom so they could walk home together afterwards.

Now, Isabella was almost to the robotics room. She checked her watch: the meeting would be over in fifteen minutes or so. She came to a stop at the door and peered inside the window, and sure enough, there were Phineas, Ferb, and the rest of the team!

Her gaze was, of course, immediately drawn to Phineas. He was standing beside a few younger students, guiding them through the task of building a robot dog that looked suspiciously like one Isabella had helped him build when they were younger. Though she couldn’t hear what he was saying through the door, she could tell his words must have been thoughtful and encouraging, because the underclassmen were all smiles as they worked.

Isabella’s heart swelled. Watching Phineas guide and help others...well, it was just a perfect reminder of one of the many things she loved about him.

Around this time, Phineas happened to glance over at the door (perhaps it was random, or perhaps it was on instinct), and for a split second, he caught Isabella gazing lovingly at him.

His heart stuttered.

And then, in an instant, she was simply smiling casually and waving at him, and Phineas wondered if he’d imagined her previous expression.

On second thought, he had to have imagined it.

What other explanation was there for Isabella looking at him like that?

...

“Hey, Phineas! Hey, Ferb! How did your meeting go?”

“It went great! How was soccer?”

“Pretty good!! I’m glad I don’t have work tonight, though.”

“So am I! Are you ready to go write that essay?”

“Sure am!”

...

Linda glanced at her watch before turning back to the book she was reading. It was nearly fifteen minutes past five. She vaguely recalled Phineas and Ferb mentioning having a meeting after school today, but she couldn’t remember when it was supposed to end.

Hopefully, they’d be home soon. (Sure, they were practically adults now...but she was still their mother, after all. It was in her nature to worry a little.)

Linda was shaken out of these thoughts by the sound of the front door opening. She let out an inaudible sigh of relief as she stood from the kitchen table and went to greet her sons.

“Hi, boys! How was school?”

And then Linda froze, because Phineas and Ferb weren’t the only ones standing in the doorway.

“Oh! Hi, Isabella! How’ve you been?”

“Hi, Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher!! I’ve been good. It’s nice to see you!”

“Isabella and I are working on a project together!” Phineas said quickly (before his mom could jump to any conclusions and say something embarrassing.)

“Aww, that’s right!!!” Linda exclaimed. “That is just too sweet...it reminds me of when you two were kids, always doing stuff together.”

Phineas buried his face in his hands and prayed for his mom to stop talking, Isabella smiled innocently and nodded in agreement with her statement, and Ferb silently cracked up behind them.

“Alright, well, we’re just gonna work on our project now.” Phineas beelined toward the living room, and Isabella offered a little wave to Linda before following.

“Just let me know if you need any snacks or something!!” Linda called after them.

Once Phineas and Isabella were out of sight, she and Ferb exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

“...you know, their project is on a love song…” Ferb whispered with a smirk. Linda’s face lit up.

“That is just! The cutest thing EVER!!!”

...

“Alright, here’s what we have so far: ‘Though Elvis Presley’s 1961 hit “Can’t Help Falling in Love” might seem simple, it’s true staying power can be found in how the lyrics can be interpreted in vastly different ways and be made personal to individual love stories throughout the world.’”

Isabella paused for a second to consider how the thesis statement she and Phineas had written earlier sounded. “...yeah...it’s not the world’s greatest thesis statement, but it conveys the topic of our essay well enough. We’ll work on it!!”

“It’s definitely a start!!” Phineas agreed.

“So, what do you want to do next?” Isabella asked, setting her laptop next to her on the floor. “We could write an outline, or draw a flowchart...or we could just start writing whatever pops into our heads and edit it later.”

“What do you usually do when you write essays?” Phineas asked.

Isabella pondered that. “...to be honest, it depends on the essay,” she replied with a sheepish grin.

Phineas chuckled. “Yeah, same here…”

Phineas’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing. He grabbed it to check the notification.

“Oh, it’s from Candace! I wonder what she’s up to right now.”

Phineas unlocked his phone and clicked on the message from his sister….and his face flushed bright red.

“Ferb told me about your master plan to walk to school with Isabella this morning...how did it go? ;D”

“What did she say?” Isabella asked, sliding a bit closer to Phineas and angling her head towards his phone.

“NOTHING!!!!!!!”

Phineas clutched the phone to his chest and quickly stood up.

“....I just need to...go tell Ferb something. Will you excuse me for, like, two seconds?”

Then he was racing up the staircase, leaving a slightly perplexed Isabella behind.

Phineas was certainly acting a bit strange today.

...

Ferb was sitting at his laptop and minding his own business when he sensed the shift in the air. Suddenly, he didn’t feel safe.

Phineas appeared in the doorway to their room like a phantom, threateningly clutching something large and fluffy in his arms.

“I just got a text from Candace.”

He threw the pillow at Ferb.

He stayed for a few seconds to ensure it had reached its target (...it mostly just bounced harmlessly off said target's head before landing on the floor).

And then he turned on his heel and left without another word.

Ferb practically fell over with laughter.

...

“Ok, I’m back! Sorry about that.”

“What did Candace need? Is everything okay?”

“Oh, she just wanted me to tell Ferb something. Sibling stuff, ya know.”

“Alright then! Wanna make a flowchart?”

“Yup!!”

...

Isabella furrowed her brows at the word document in front of her. “....this sentence sounds kinda weird…..” She highlighted the sentence in question and angled her laptop towards Phineas.

Phineas looked up from the bibliography he was editing and glanced at Isabella’s screen. “You’re right…..maybe get rid of the commas and break it into two sentences instead.”

“Oooooh, yes, that works!!!” Isabella made the correction before leaning back with a contented sigh. “...you wanna take a snack break now?”

“PLEASE.” Phineas stood from the table in Isabella’s kitchen and followed her to the fridge. “I can’t believe we’re practically finished with this essay!!”

“I know!!!” Isabella replied with a smile. She opened the fridge and pulled out a bag of grapes. “It’s been a long week, but our efforts have definitely paid off.”

“Yup! Once we’re done with the final edits and the bibliography, we can start on the fun part!”

Ah yes. The fun part. Actually singing the love song they’d spent the last week analyzing.

That sounded fun, sure. But also a little nerve-wracking.

Analyzing the song while precariously avoiding saying anything too revealing concerning their own feelings for one another had been hard enough!

Isabella decided to change the subject as she put some grapes in a bowl and moved to the living room.

“So! This is kind of a random question, but…” She plopped down on the couch. “...have you decided what you’re going to do after you graduate yet?”

She and Phineas had been spending time together consistently for a week now, and she couldn’t believe they hadn’t had this discussion yet.

Phineas grimaced as he sat on the opposite side of the couch, and Isabella immediately regretted asking. “Oh gosh!” she voiced quickly. “Sorry, I know that’s a sore spot for some people...here, forget I asked, we can talk about something else.”

“No, no, it’s fine…” Phineas laughed dryly as he popped a grape into his mouth. “I know what I WANT to do. It’s the WHERE that’s tripping me up.”

“Well, you’re already halfway there then!” Isabella replied with an encouraging smile. “What do you WANT to do once you graduate?”

Phineas couldn’t help but smile. When even HE was having trouble putting a positive spin on something, Isabella never failed to cheer him up. “I definitely want to go to college!!” he began. “And I want to major in engineering!! I mean, I know you don’t have to go to school to learn to build cool stuff—”

Isabella let out a snort at that. “OBVIOUSLY.”

Phineas laughed with her. “Yeah, Ferb and I are proof of that...but going to college seems like a really great opportunity to meet new people, learn new things, and have fun!! I’m just not sure which school is the right fit for me yet.” He rubbed his ear and admitted, “There’s a pile of, like, dozens of college acceptance letters on the floor in my room...I’m kind of afraid to touch it.”

Isabella’s eyes widened in disbelief. “DOZENS???? No way.”

She paused to reconsider that. This WAS Phineas she was talking to.

“Actually, you know what, YES WAY. If ANYONE could get accepted to that many schools, it’s you, Phineas! That’s awesome!!!”

Phineas blushed a little at that. “Thanks, Isabella...I guess it IS pretty cool.”

“Has Ferb decided what he’s doing yet?” Isabella asked. “If he’s going to college too, maybe you guys can go to the same school!”

Immediately, Phineas’s smile deflated...he didn’t really like to think about where he and Ferb would be in a few months’ time.

“Well...Ferb is actually going to school in England, but…” He shrugged and frowned. “...I’m not so sure that’s the place for me….I know England was Ferb’s first home but, it’s so far away! I don’t want to go with him, but I’m really going to miss him…”

He sniffled, eyes cast downward.

No matter where Phineas went for school, adjusting to life without Ferb would be pretty difficult.

Isabella’s heart ached. “Oh, Phineas...I’m sorry…..” She reached across the couch and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Saying goodbye is hard, I know…but it’ll be okay."

(She knew better than most, after all.)

"You and Ferb will always be brothers, no matter how far apart you are."

Phineas looked up at her, and for a few moments, he didn’t necessarily feel less sad...but he felt better. Isabella’s hand was like an anchor, steadying him in a world that was moving by too fast.

And then they realized they’d perhaps been holding hands for a bit too long.

“Uhm!” Isabella slowly withdrew her hand from Phineas’s and willed her face to not blush. “Maybe you and Ferb can invent something to keep in touch!! Like, didn’t you build a phone for Candace that had a transporter app in it when we were kids? Why not just make a couple more of those and use them to visit each other once a week or something?”

Phineas’s face brightened. “Well, we’d have to be careful to heed international travel laws, but that’s a great idea, Isabella!! Why didn’t I think of that?”

Perhaps saying goodbye to Ferb wouldn’t have to be as permanent as he’d thought.

Isabella shrugged. “Beats me!”

(Internally, she supposed it was harder to think outside the box as young adults, since they had so much more to worry about now.)

…it was a relief to see Phineas smile again.

“Ok, ok, enough about me and Ferb…” Phineas folded his legs beneath him on the couch and leaned towards Isabella, as if to indicate she had his undivided attention. “What are YOU doing after graduation?

Isabella giggled at Phineas’s exaggerated movements. “We’re kind of in opposite boats, actually...I know exactly where I want to go to school, it’s the ‘what do I want to do?’ I’m still figuring out.”

Isabella had already chosen a school? Phineas couldn’t believe he hadn’t known that already.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Tri-State State!!” Isabella replied excitedly. “It’s a REALLY nice school, and they have a bunch of different academic programs and great extracurriculars—I already tried out for their soccer team and made it, which is exciting!! And it’s only two hours away from here, so I’ll still be relatively close to home. I don’t want to be too far away from my mom, you know.

“I’m interested in a ton of things, and I haven’t quite decided what I want to do with my future yet, so my plan is to start freshman year without declaring a major, get some gen eds out of the way and take whatever classes interest me, and figure out what sticks after that!”

“Wow, Isabella!!” Phineas exclaimed with a grin. “That’s a great plan!! And congrats on making the soccer team!”

Isabella smiled back at him. “Thanks!!” She was definitely excited about college, though the looming anxiety of eventually needing to pick a major definitely haunted her pretty constantly.

But like Phineas said. She had a plan! She didn’t need to figure out a major (or, heck, majors!) right now. There was still time for that.

Sitting with Phineas, laughing and discussing their futures, caused a fantasy to spring into Isabella’s head. For a moment, it burned so brightly in her mind’s eye, it felt real.

...what if these moments didn’t have to end after graduation?

“Sooo…” Isabella did her best to look and sound casual. “...do you think there’s an acceptance letter from Tri-State State buried in that pile of yours?”

Phineas had to think about that for a second. “Yeah, I think so…why?”

“Because I love you? And because if you go to Tri-State State, I won’t have to say goodbye to you after this summer?”

“I just remember hearing they had a great engineering program!” Isabella elaborated quickly. “I thought you might like to check it out.”

Phineas considered this…and he realized the prospect of Tri-State State having a great engineering program wasn’t the most alluring part of possibly going there.

“....and, if I went to Tri-State State, the two of us could hang out whenever we wanted.” He looked at Isabella, unable to hide the longing evident in his gaze. “Right?”

Isabella wanted to bury her face into a pillow and shriek forever. (But she couldn’t do that.)

“Yes! Yes we could!” she agreed wholeheartedly.

“And, if I don’t go to Tri-State State, maybe I could program a transporter app onto your phone too!! So we could visit each other. But, you know...only if you wanted to.”

Even as he said this, Phineas knew using an app to visit one another wouldn’t be as special as actually attending the same school.

Isabella didn’t seem to care, though. “...I’d like that….”

They sat together for a bit longer, each lost in their own daydreams of what it would be like to attend school together, before returning to the kitchen table to complete their essay once and for all. After a couple more hours, they did just that!

(And they might have shared a celebratory hug upon doing so...but that was between them.)

...

When Ferb came up to he and Phineas’s bedroom that night, he found his brother digging through the myriad acceptance letters on the floor. “Finally going through the pile, I see?” he asked with a smile, sitting down next to him.

“Something like that….” Phineas replied. He sifted through envelopes for a bit longer before finding the one he was looking for. “Got it!!!”

He examined the letter he’d received from Tri-State State and reverently turned it over in his hands, heart pounding. Taking the initiative to actually retrieve it made any tantalizing hopes for the future seem all the more possible.

Ferb examined the return address on the envelope thoughtfully. “Tri-State State, huh?” He smiled. “Is that where you’re going to go?”

“Well, I haven’t made a definite decision yet,” Phineas replied. “But…”

He craned his neck to look out the window, remembering how it had felt to sit with Isabella and contemplate what it would be like to go to school together.

He didn’t want to lose that feeling.

“I can definitely think of at least one good reason to go there.”

A moment passed, and Phineas chuckled.

“Well. Two good reasons, if you count their great engineering program.”

Ferb didn’t need Phineas to elaborate on the other good reason to figure out what it was. It was written all over his face.

...

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!! and thank you @youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal for being the best beta everrrrrrr!!!

(also, I have to say, writing chaotic Ferb was just. SO FUN. LOL.)

#cadence writes #phineas and ferb #phineas and isabella #phinabella #phinbella #isabella and phineas #phineas and ferb fic #isabella garcia shapiro #phineas flynn #ferb fletcher #can't help falling in love #this chapter is so LONG OOF #but it is FINISHED. yEAH!!#also if you're reading this mel #THANK YOU #YOU INSPIRED ME TO FINISH THIS AS QUICKLY AS I DID #:D

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years

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Kloktober, Oct. 16th: Dethstaff or Klokateers

Klokateers/Dethstaff for this one, really. Since it doesn’t matter what you call them, if they’re in Dethklok’s employ, they risk death daily.

Synopsis: It’s Annual Klokateer Remembrance Day, and Charles is Feeling It a.k.a. having emotions and it is A Lot for him. But then, it’s a lot for the Klokateers too.

TW for death and mourning.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“This is always a hard day,” Charles said, and sighed deeply.

He meant it. He wasn’t an overtly emotional person, but he had to interview, hire, learn about and interact with every Klokateer. Whether he wanted to or not, he knew many of them incredibly well, which made it all the more difficult to bury them.

This day, Annual Klokateer Remembrance Day, was the hardest day though, even beyond the individual funerals.

“Thank you all for being here,” Charles continued. “We do offer this day off, for all who wish to commemorate it privately. But you all are here today, and that shows great strength and bravery. I appreciate your care for each other, that is evident here.”

The crowd of unmasked, in street clothes Klokateers was something else to face. It was odd, to be able to see all their features, to make out one from the other more easily than when they were in uniform.

A reminder that while they were dedicated to the literal death employees, they were still people. Still human.

“We have candles available for all who would like them, and the period of non-denominational prayer and remembrance will begin in five minutes,” Charles said, watching as they filtered up front in a careful queue to take candles from the boxes near the stage. “After, the boys have prepared video speeches that will play. We know that it can be a bit...raw, seeing them in person on this day, so they have been sent on vacation for the next few days. After that, the open mic period will commence. As always, you may come up and eulogize any fallen coworkers, in whatever manner you like. If you have prepared music, please hand it to Dick, who is handling our mixing for the event.”

Dick Knubbler, who had been keeping to the wings of the stage, leaned out and waved gently, wincing at Charles as he leaned back.

He couldn’t blame him. There were a lot of tears and open sobbing this year, and it was all perfectly valid. It had been a rough year for their staff, somehow even more of a bloodbath than usual. And that took a toll.

It choked him up, five minutes later, watching them all in their various forms of prayer, or deep thought. Heads bowed, shoulders shaking through quieted tears.

They gave everything for this job. He would do the same. But how could he ever explain it to anyone outside of the Dethklok empire, should anyone have ever asked?

He didn’t think he could. You either were ready to die for the boys, for the job, or you weren’t.

That had factored in when he had helped the boys tape their speeches as well. They’d been less tone-deaf than last year, but even so, his editing had been required.

Nathan’s was first.

“Hey guys,” Nathan looked uncomfortable. He had insisted upon sitting on his bed for the video, for reasons Charles hadn’t felt he wanted to know. “So...a lot of you died. And that sucks, and we’re really sorry about it. You do a lot for us. Uhhhh....like the time I was really drunk, and I threw up in my own hair. One of you washed my hair for me, and braided it after, and that was really cool. I got told that guy died in an accident with the jet...so, I wanna say I hope he’s doin’ good. Wherever dead people go. Braiding hair in heaven, ya know? Um...yeah.”

Pickles was next.

“So, people dyin’ sucks,” Pickles had, somehow, been sober for the video. It shocked Charles, but Pickles had insisted on staying put together for it. It was a nice but surprisingly mature thing for Pickles to do. “And I know that saying that doesn’t make it easier to deal with. You gotta...feel it, ya know? Feel the pain. Cry a bunch. Scream. Maybe kick something, or break a lamp. We got lots of extra lamps, if you need to do that, just ask Charles about it. But yeah...do all of that today, okay? For me. Maybe get drunk or stoned if ya gotta, but be safe. We don’t want any of ya dying during this thing, after all. Anyway. We love ya, and everything you do.”

Murderface had been the hardest one to film, mostly because Murderface didn’t want to film it at all. “This isch kind of schtupid, if I’m honest. I mean, my parentsch are dead, and I don’t do anything like this about it. Whatever, Charlesch is doing the ‘shut the fuck up’ hand gesture. Look, we’re schorry a bunch of you die all the time. You do good work, and dying isch rough. But hey, other people in the world are gettin’ fired from jobsch and dying in the street. At least that ain’t you, right?”

Skwisgaar had filmed his outside, with one of the yard wolves sleeping in his lap. Charles felt like the wolf helped, oddly enough. Like watching a puppy sleep, or something. Cute and soothing. “Yous guys ams the backbone of this place, but you does dies an awful lots. And that ams somethings regretables. But we don’ts wants you to dies, if that helps any. The jobs ams simply a dangerous one, but yous all knows that. Keeps up the good work, and wes will tries to gets less of you killed.”

Toki’s was...a mess. But a well-meaning and sweet mess, at least. “We loves you guys,” Toki sobbed. “Ams so sorrys you always dyings so much. You don’ts deserves that. You makes me Hot Pockets all the times, and gets Pickle weed, and braids Nathan’s hair, and I thinks a few of you fucks Skwisgaar which ams nice-” He brushed tears from his eyes. “Since he ams arguably the ugliest of all of us. But enoughs about how yous hold backs your vomits over him. You little guys ams the best. I loves you.”

Charles watched as Dick switched everything over to the open mic, and sighed. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to stay for the whole thing, or to slip out and leave them to it. He didn’t have to worry about them, he knew that. This was a holy day for everyone, and they always behaved well. Dick could handle the emcee duties, if needed.

But that wouldn’t be right, to leave. The part that was perhaps hardest to admit, was that his own hand played in these deaths, in various ways, even if unintentional.

He owed it to the lost Klokateers to stay, so he would.

#text post #LeeH writes #metalocalypse #metalocalypse fic #kloktober

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sesamie · 4 years

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i just can't stop thinking like. they were just friends hanging out doin stuff together. sometimes these people on radio stations would invite them on and they'd make jokes and tease each other and not take things seriously and say "ross is the best member of the band" and all these things like. 10 years ago, i was a tiny child and these people were living lives being friends with one another. 10 years from now the tiny children alive now will be much older and i wonder where we'll be by then.

right?? like. ‘it started actually as a t-shirt selling business’ like that has to be an inside joke they’d had for forever either that or it was just. something they said and everyone rolled with it cause they knew eachother well enough, either way ,cryyyy..and these days you see people in youtube comments like ‘man i really liked you guys. i won a signed cd and got to see a couple shows and it was a pretty good time. sad you guys broke up’ like what??? they dont get it?? they got to see real life tally hall shows when i was, what? four years old? imagine listening to morning becomes eclectic on KCRW in 2006 (the Actual year i was Born!!!!) and calling in like ‘hey i haven’t won anything in a while can i get uhhhh signed marvin’s marvelous mechanical museum 2005 version’ and they go ‘oh sure we’ve got plenty stop by the radio station to pick it up this afternoon’ . incredible. imagine watching the late late show back then and seeing this band come on, dressed up real nicely for some reason?? and then they start to play and ur like. well then . and then they keep going and you fall in love with them and log on to your 2008 computer and type in ‘tally hall’ and find yourself in the HITS forums a week later. imagine being a kid who heard a band was coming to play at your high school today, so you think hey why not lets go see it!! and its the best thing you’ve ever heard.

also like, someone out there is an infant right now. they’ll be around four years old when we graduate high school . someone is the same age to me as i am to rob cantor??? the passage of time never fails to puzzle me

#or imagine starting a band in college and making four friends who are so goddamn funny so you make some videos together #and show them the songs you've written #and playing together and making art together #and then one day before you know it you're calling out colors in your basement #'i call blue!!'#'goddamnit zubin'#tally hall #aks #i have so many thoughts about all this #greatest hits #favorites

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hitchell-mope · 4 years

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(Third film. After “who I am”. Mal Hades and Uma freeze for a moment. The gravity of their bonding moment sinking in. Then they burst out laughing. And they’re only stopped by Harry flying through the closed french windows and crashing into the gazebo)

Ben: sorry. My bad. He encroached on my personal space

Harriet: he walked past you

Ben: he walked past behind me.

Harriet: so the fuck what?

Mal: Ben’s got a fight or flight response when it comes to the gnome.

Gil: it’s what happens when you do what Harry did to him

Cj: which is what exactly?

Ben: kidnapping me, trying to sell Gil to me, attempted to kill me and was accessory to the almost capsizing of the cotillion yacht that me and all my friends were on

Cj: that is barely worth mentioning and in any

Evie: Ok everyone shut up I need to talk to the happy couple

Harry: I think my legs are broked

Evie: no one cares flapjack face. Ben. Mal. Join me at the kitchen island

Mal: you wanna tell her or shall I?

Ben: umm. Me? (Mal gives him the go ahead). Um. Evie. Uh. Heheh. We sort of decided on most of the um important stuff so you don’t have to plan. You just have organise

Evie: and the four things?

Mal: I can create my new dress with magic. I’m going to ask my mom if I can borrow a necklace. I’ve got the class ring Ben gave me. And I can redo the hair streaks my exposure to the ember made for the ceremony. Sorted

Evie (through a forced, fixed smile): so I’m utterly superfluous

Carlos: pretty much yeah.

Jay: c’mon E. this is probably gonna be the first royal wedding in history where the couple have their heads on screwed on right

Evie: mhmm mhmm yeah yes of that is true however HOWEVER there’s the little slight wrinkle of me being all but shut out from the proceedings

Mal: you’re still in the party. After Jane - oh shit Jane! - and Evie’s fainted. Doug, buddy, could you alert me when she wakes up. I gotta go talk with the guest of honour

(She bustles over your Jane who’s just outside and nursing a large glass)

Mal: hey bud

Jane (slightly glazed look in her eye): heya Mally. How’re hic you doin?

Mal: I actually came over to see how you were doing. I got wrapped in my own drama again. I’m sorry

Jane: ah don’t be. I’ve come to expect. Nothings about me. Never. Not even my own birthdays. You know in my four teeth I got ‘tention?

Mal: no

Jane: Chas copied off me in algebra. Ma thought I cheated. Registration thingumy. Him fore I. So I spent that afternoon clapping erasers. So see. Never bout me

Mal: ah. Well this was supposed to be about you. And I’ve shirked you to a corner drinking....

Jane: 🎶colada’🎶

Mal: right. Judging your countenance I’d say not a virgin one. How many have you had?

Jane: one. About eighty, eighty eight times? I think. Might be more

Mal: I see. Wanna stitck by me for the evening?

Jane (pouty): will you show off those sceptre tricks you’ve been working on?

Mal (chuckling): if you want

Hades (from the kitchen): Mal! Evie is awake and demanding your presence

Evie: I refuse to be shut out!

Mal: (long, long sigh) I am so sorry Jane. Let me try and make things better.

(She points her finger at the ground and Hadie materialises in a plume of green smoke. He’s trying a hat on)

Hadie: strange, I could’ve sworn there was a mirror there

Mal: what in dad’s name are you wearing?

Hadie: oh. Doug said I should get changed. Lovely guy by the way. Evie chose well. Dizzy took me upstairs to the changing rooms. And I saw a large picture as I passed her room. He was wearing this precise outfit. So I replicated the look and was just fixing the hat when you summoned me. You like?

Mal (very calm): Jefferson. Please tell me you replicated the look and not replaced it. All three of them will kill me if that posters wearing a bathrobe

Hadie: (beat) ok. NOW it’s replicated

Mal: good. Now could you please do me a favour and keep an eye on Jane? Birthday girl shouldn’t be left alone

Hadie: it’d be my pleasure

Mal: great thanks. I gotta go

Jane: he’s tall. Er then me

(Mal goes back into the house and heads towards Evie)

Mal: what is it now?

Evie: you just can’t keep me out of your wedding planning. I’m the WEDDING PLANNER

Ben: we’re not keeping you out E. We’re just shutting down the ideas we don’t like

Evie: you’re not even supposed to be part of the conversation! You’re the groom you’re only job is to show up sober

Mal: really? Well that scuppers my plans to be blitzed during the ceremony

Evie: oh here we go...

(As they continue arguing Uma heaves a long suffering sigh and goes outside, Lonnie goes over to check up on Gil who’s eyes are scrunched shut with his hands over his ears)

Lonnie: you ok

Gil: I don’t like it when my friends fight

Lonnie: I know. Hey jay. Could you help us out here please?

Jay: sure. Hmmm. Ooh. I know. To get rid of these ants in their pants/I command thee all to get up and dance.

(Some music starts up and everyone freezes)

Jay (taking Gil’s hands away from his ears): at your leisure qayidi 'aw rbany

(This is when “backflip” happens. After the song the spells breaks)

Evie: what happened?

Lonnie: you three were arguing, Gil got upset so Jay broke the argument up and we all danced

Mal: sorry bud

Ben: sorry bro

Evie: yeah sorry

Gil: s’ok

Evie: what were we arguing about?

Mal: beats me

Ben: ditto

Cj: I know

Jay: no ya don’t

Cj: ....uhhhh....OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO HARRY!

Ben (much more then dismissively): eh he’ll be fine. Where’s Uma?

Elsa (refreezing the now lukewarm beer): she headed back outside Benjamin

Ben: ohhhh yeah uhhhh heheh you mind?

Mal: nah, go ahead. Do what you gotta do

Ben: thank you

(Outside Uma’s ranting and raving about how Mal “always wins” and how she “always loses” but she stops when Ben approaches her)

Uma: ohhhh What do you want?

Ben: talk?

Uma: oh yeah? What about?

Ben: uh, you?

Uma: why? I could see you lot in there perfectly happy, dancing about, not a care in the damn world, you and your FUCKING FRIVOLITY!!!!

Ben: ohhhh riiiight yeah I understand now, can’t be easy. Worlds in tatters, your entire life perceptions been upended, you think you’ve got on the same page with some of your family then you see your cousins arguing about wedding planning so you don’t think they’re taking things seriously. Completely understandable

Uma:...yeah I’m a little tipsy so you’re gonna have to slow down

Ben: you think you patched things up with Mal then you turn around and she’s not focusing on what you deem necessary

Uma: I’m not gonna “patch things up” until she admits and pays for what she did to me

Ben: what more can she do though? I mean seriously. She apologised, tried to let you kill her and she’s protected celia throughout most of today. Most things are a two way street Uma. And it’s up to you wether you accept her apology or not. No one can but you

Uma: I...don’t...KNOW. I DUNNO! GOD! I can’t stand it! She gets everything! The title, the reverence, the power, immortality! This past year I’ve been in my own personal hell while she’s been over here swanning about and owning the whole fucking place! It’s not fair that she gets all this and I get pruny hands and a barnaclised first mate!

Ben: have you told Mal this?

Uma: what? And be vulnerable towards the cow? I thought you were smart

Ben: (chuckles) m’sorry. Shouldn’t laugh

Uma (scoffing): s’alright. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. But I can’t help it. Cause when she’s been here, I’ve been down there. With my oh so delightful mother. And yeah I know it’s stupid. I can’t let it go. I’m not ice bitch. The sea waits and it will have its revenge! I’mramblingaren’tI?

Ben: mhmm. But that’s ok. You deserve it. Honestly every vk on this property has a right to complain and then some.

Uma: im done. You can go

Ben: before I do can I give you my thoughts quick?

Uma: whatever

Ben: I can help you. Believe me. All I want to do is help. But you kidnapped me. You tortured me. You tried to kill me. Why? To stick it to Mal? To make yourself feel better. All you had to do was ask and I would’ve listened to you. I will in fact still listen to you. I want to be friends with you but you need to let this petty vendetta go. It won’t do anyone any good to dwell on the past. I only hope you understand that

Uma: petty? Me? Petty?

Ben: mhmm.

Uma: bitch!

Ben: oh please. Everyone has a fatal flaw. I, apparently, have a tendency to be a smidge naive

Uma (utterly deadpan): really? I never would’ve believed it.

Ben: are you sure you can’t see yourself one day letting what happened go?

Uma: nope

Ben: why not?

Uma: cause it feels right. Evening the score feels right. And frankly I don’t care what you think. It’s simple as that. I don’t care

(This is when “I’ve gotta be me” happens)

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal

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57 with indruck would be the perfect christmas gift! Love your work!

#57: You called me at two in the moring insisting that I come over and help you bake christmas cookies for the party tomorrow because you forgot to make them earlier and need help now.

It’s 1:58 a.m, December 22nd, and Duck Newton should really be in bed.

Instead, he’s aimlessly puttering about his kitchen.

He can’t sleep. He’s tried. But something in his mind won’t settle, and each time he tries to grasp at it, to see what’s troubling him, the thought skitters away into some dark corner of his brain.

Any distraction would be welcome at this point; hell, even if the now-closed gate were to open up with an abomination, that would be an improvement. At least then he’d know what he was worried about.

Ringring

Thank god. Maybe Leo can’t sleep either, maybe Minerva’s decided he needs to do some kind of sudden hero training, maybe Barclay needs help at the lodge.

“Go for Duck.”

“Hello, Duck.” The lilt drifting across the telephone lines is unmistakable.

“Hey, Indrid, everything-”

“-okay? Yes. Or, well, mostly yes. My call is not a matter of life or death, if that’s what you mean. I was calling to ask if you’d be able to help me with something.”

“What kind of somethin?” Duck is already looking for his shoes, partially as a means of distraction from the filthy picture his mind just supplied of how he could help Indrid in the middle of the night.

“I am baking cookies for the party tomor-, ah, well, I suppose it’s technically today now, and I require assistance.”

“I mean, sure, but why call me? Sounds more like Barclay’s kinda thing.”

“True, but the futures showed me that you were going to spend the remainder of your night in a restless funk, and I wanted to prevent that. Also they show Barclay, ah, preoccupied with Agent Stern this evening. Goodness, who knew they-”

“Whoah, god, please do not make me think about my friends doin it. I’ll be over in a few.”

Indrid’s smile is audible, “wonderful. I shall see you soon.”

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Indrid spends the next fifteen minutes cleaning.

Shoving things into cabinets and under furniture counts as cleaning, right?

Perhaps he should have done this sooner. But there’d only been a 50% chance Duck agreed to join him. In half his visions, the human politely declined, and spent his night simmering in discontent.

A crunch of tires is in new fallen snow means he doesn’t even need to look at the futures to see Duck arrive. He has a minute before he reaches the door.

He glances down at the eggnog stain on his pajama pants, and dashes into the bedroom to change them. Gets to the door two seconds before Duck knocks.

The ranger lowers his hand, smiling gently, “Hey.”

“Hello. Apologies in advance for how warm it is in here.”

“Eh, visited you enough lately that I’m kinda gettin used to it.”

“Oh, good. That’s very good.”

(Why are there futures of them kissing? Where is that coming from?)

Duck steps into the trailer, shutting the door as Indrid heads into the kitchen.

“So, what are we makin’?”

“Sugar cookies. I promised Barclay I would bring some to the potluck tomorrow. I have all the necessary supplies here.”

“Great, what recipe are we usin?”

Indrid looks at the pile of ingredients on the counter. His future vision told him which ones to buy, but isn’t of much use when it comes to predicting a recipe.

“You don’t have a recipe, do you?” Duck says with amused patience.

“No, I do not.”

“Don’t suppose you got any cookbooks layin around.” Duck opens the nearest cabinet, which contains solely Capri Suns.

“I may. I collected various books that seemed useful during my travels. They’re in that cabinet towards the front.”

Duck kneels down, begins searching through the cabinet and pulling out books.

“‘Drid, how the hell are you fittin all these in here? The physics don’t make sense.”

“Mmm? Oh, most of the cabinets and the closet are enchanted to allow for more storage space.” He waves his hand distractedly, trying to parse out the warmth swirling in his chest at the use of the nickname.

“Sewin’ guide, anatomy textbook, uhhhh maybe, nope, that’s a repair manual for the Bago. Didn’t know you worked on it yourself.” Duck leans further into the cabinet and Indrid spends a moment appreciating how his legs and ass look in his jeans before responding.

(Probability of kissing jumps ten percent).

“I can do basic repairs. Though, at this point, my home is held together mainly by magic. And duck tape. A truly excellent human creation.”

“Not fillin me with confidence about the safety of drivin in this there, ‘Drid.” Duck teases. There’s rustling from the cabinet, though no further commentary.

The kissing futures jump even more. What on earth is happening? Yes, he wants to kiss his friend. But as far as he can discern, Duck does not want that, and it takes two for that fantasy to work.

“Aha, got it.” Duck crawls backwards, proudly produces a red and white checkered cookbook, “Bettin this has what we need.”

“Wonderful!” Indrid claps his hands together as Duck flips to a page with a recipe for sugar cookies and hands it to him.

“Oh dear, I do not have a mixer, this is going to take…” He blushes at an oncoming future.

“You also got a friend with chosen strength. Ain’t just good for savin the word.” Duck grins and flexes his arm.

Indrid chirrs appreciatively, then catches himself, “Ahem, in that case, please beat this butter and sugar in that bowl while I measure out our dry ingredients.”

They set to work, side by side. The small kitchen means they bump into each other often, but neither seems to mind. In fact, Duck seems to be bumping into him more than usual.

“How come you waited until now to make these?” Duck cracks an egg into the bowl.

“I didn’t mean to. But as you know, I can be easily distracted by watching futures or trying to stop them.”

“Coulda just bought some at the store in the mornin. Not that I mind helpin you.”

“I...you will think me silly if I tell you.”

“That what the futures show?”

“Half of them, yes.”

“Try me?”

“It has been a long time since I had any kind of connection to my fellow Sylphs. Let alone friendships with both Sylphs and humans. I want to demonstrate that I value those connections, make things to contribute to our time together. It is nice to belong, in a way, and I often fear losing it.”

“‘Drid, you know you don’t gotta earn your place with us. We all care about you. I care about you.” He takes Indrid’s hand from where it’s paused, mid gesture, and squeezes it once.

“Thank you.” Indrid sighs, decides to take the risk of his next words, “I’ve seen the end of things, so many things, so many times. I am used to it, in many ways. But there are times when I struggle to believe that the good things in my life will not be cut short in the same way.”

“I mean, everythin’ ends cause of time and mortality and shit like that.But that don’t mean good things are gonna disappear as soon as you find ‘em.”

Indrid smiles.

(Seventy percent of the timelines show them kissing.)

“Hey, goofus, I see you floatin off into the futures. Stay in the present with me, or I’m eatin all the cookies myself.”

Indrid grins, “ You wouldn’t dare.”

Duck grabs a nearby spoon and scoops out a bite of dough and chews it with an exaggerated “mmmmmm.”

Indrid pouts and makes grabby hands, as humans call them.

“Nope, this is all mine now.”

“Noooo, the raw dough is the best part.” Indrid grabs for the bowl, but in spite of being shorter than him Duck manages to keep it out of reach.

“I’m savin you from yourself, you’re gonna get salmonella.”

“I am not, my Sylph biology prevents such a thing. You, on the other hand, can very much get that illness. So,” he lunges for the bowl playfully. Duck sidesteps him and he stumbles with an undignified chirp. Duck snickers and Indrid giggles

“Okay, okay, I’ll give you some if you tell me one thing.” Duck sets the bowl back on the counter, blocking it with his body, “How come you have a bunch of drawins of me saved in your cabinet?”

“I, ah,” oh goodness, he should have seen this coming, “I save certain drawings if I like them.”

“‘Drid, those were almost all of me.”

“Because I like them. I like you. Seeing futures of you made me feel happy while I was away from Kepler.”

Ducks eyebrows slowly raise.

There’s no point in looking at the futures. Indrid has to do this in the present, has to face the reactions in real time, because that us always what being near Duck does to him; draws him back to earth, to the moment, over and over again because all he wants to focus on is him.

“I am very fond of you, Duck. It has been quite awhile since I had anything resembling a crush on someone, and my feelings for you have grown considerably in that direction. But I understand completely if it is not reciprocated.”

“That’s uh, that’s, fuck, uh-”

Indrid droops; if Duck is trying to lie, it must be to spare his feelings.

“Um, I don’t, uh, oh fuck it.”

Warm hands are suddenly on his upper arms as Duck pulls him into a kiss. Sugar and butter on his lips, strands of dark hair tangling in his fingers as he clasps Ducks head. It’s tentative, a tad awkward because of his glasses, and he never wants it to end. Whimpers when it does, and Duck simply smiles, bumps their noses together.

“I was tryin to come up with some line about how I was surprised. But I ain’t, not really, especially not after findin those drawins. I been fallin for you for awhile, and was gettin the sense you might be doin’ the same. Just didn’t wanna push my luck and scare you off, sugar.”

Indrid grins.

“What?” Duck arches an eyebrow.

“I simply enjoy the nicknames you give me. Most of my aliases are attached to my sometimes unnerving appearance. It is nice to be called something new and sweet.”

Duck kisses him, first on the cheek and then snowflake-light on the lips, “Good to know. Now, c’mon, we can uh, cuddle, more once these are done and I need that real bad. So let’s finish these cookies, sugar.”

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #indruck discord #winter aus

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New York Bound

Chapter 1

The story starts in April 1899.

Triggers: Mild Swearing, One Punch, Mention of Blood

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Word Count: 2,819

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"Come on guys! Wake up and get a move on! Those papers ain't gonna sell themselves!" I shout over the noise of the busy London streets below. It's only half-past seven but some people, like the blacksmiths, maids and landlords, have been up for at least an hour; and these lazy newsies are still asleep! It had been rainin' last night, so there were some puddles on the roads and pavements and the cold wind was blowin'. It blew a few stray paper bags from the shops down the street. It was only just light outside, but it's April, so what's new...

I hear a few people stirrin' from their sleep.

"Aye! Lucky! Ya should be up by now. I can't run this place all by myself!" I twist around from the window and call over to the girl that helps me run the Westminster Newsies. She's barely awake!

I saunter over to my boyfriends' bed and try and shake him awake. We both laugh as he waves his arms around blindly tryin' to shove me away.

"Come on Tommy! Get ya lazy arse up!" I shove him playfully, and he almost fell off the bed, but he grabbed onto my hand and pulled me, so I was lyin' next to him. He put his arm around me and I almost forgot about sellin' papers...

"Mornin'." He said quietly, while tracin' the outline of the small birthmark next to my left eye. He was really warm, and it was a nice change from the freezin' cold of the lodgin' house. His cute Aussie accent came through a lot in the mornin', and sometimes he would make it really thick and I would try and guess what the hell he was sayin'! Yeah, I love him with all my heart.

"Mornin'," I said back. We ended up starin' into each other's eyes. I love his eyes, amazin' deep brown; they were like the fancy chocolate that ya see in shop windows in the rich part of the city.

"For Christs' sake, get a room! So much for wake up and get a move on, ey' Cat!" Our little moment was interrupted by none other than Lucky. I turn my head around and see her pickin' up her dice that she always takes around with her, ya know, just in case she gets tied up in another gamblin' game...again...

"Right! This is payback for all the times I have to listen to ya and Smalls swoonin' over each other!" I reply, flashin' her a cocky grin.

'Scuse my manners, I should introduce myself. My name is Caitlin. Caitlin Barnes to be precise, but I go by Cat. I am 15 and I live in Westminster Borough, London. I am one of the two leaders of the Newsies here; the other leader is a girl called Lucky. Our lodgin' house is in Westminster City, which is quite near the borders of Lambeth and Camden; and it is a mess, I mean, there are clothes, shoes and caps everywhere! If ya borough rankin' was based on how tidy ya lodgin' house is, we would be right at the bottom!

The boroughs are ranked by one thing and one thing only. It's not how many people there are in ya borough and it's not how tidy ya Lodgin' House is. Thank god! It's by how much money ya make every month, and we make a fair amount. Mikey, the Polish kid, is the resident maths genius and he always adds up all our money every night.

Westminster is actually one of the smallest boroughs in London, but we all look after each other. Turf wars are a nightmare! Ya can usually tell which boroughs are run by boys because they are the quickest to get into fights; whereas the boroughs run by girls, like Camden, City and obviously here, are more diplomatic and don't want to get anyone killed! Although Angel's Bromley ain't on my list of allies...and that system ain't always correct.

We always think of the famous Spot Conlon and Jack Kelly when we need to defend ourselves. Sorry, I'm probably borin' ya with this, they probably don't know it, but they're famous over here!

There's a kid named Roger who was sent over here by his aunt in New York, he's from Brooklyn and he told us all about Spot Conlon, his borough leader, and Jack Kelly, the leader of a borough called Manhattan. He called them the best leaders their side of the pond!

Anyways, after we were rudely interrupted by my co-leader, Tommy Boy released me from his warm, tight hug, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and we both got out of his bed.

I walked away from him while he chatted to Albie, one of the few people who actually live with their parents, but he was doin' stuff, so they let him stay here for the night. Mikey was stuff.

Yeah...

I made it over to Elise and Adelaide's beds. Those girls came over from France, just like my father, but they don't speak any English.

Luckily, my father did. So, he taught me and my mother, I tried to learn, but I don't have the right head for it, my brain prefers English and reading things in English. I only know a few basic phrases. Seams knows French though. She's the only one who can talk to them with any certainty of what they're sayin'!

"Tres bien mesdames! Il est temps de porter la banniere!" I said to them I saw someone, Red I think, glance over at them. They're new and I don't think they knew what Seams said!

That means "Alright ladies! Time to carry the banner!" by the way! Meanin', time to get up and sell the papers before it's too late! It's pretty much the only phrase I know for sure.

I chatted for a bit with Chase and how he flirted with his girlfriend last night! I know that doesn't sound very interestin', but he was either drunk or just really tired, but when he asked if she was single, he cried! It was way funnier if ya was there...

The two of us laughed for a bit. He went red and smiled, embarrassed. I left him to get dressed and walked back to my bed, clappin' him on the back as I went! I weaved my way back to my bed and kissed Tommy as I passed him.

I got my clothes out of my bedside drawer and laid them out on my bed, pushin' my recently-finished book aside. I put my bra on backwards, then twisted it around under my shirt. I pulled the straps up and took my nightshirt off.

Tommy Boy looked up and blushed when he saw me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and grinned back at him.

"Whattaya got for me today babe?"

"Alright! Uhhhh...try and guess what this means!" There's this thing Tommy and I do every mornin'. He tells me some Aussie slang and I have to guess what the hell he means, and then I say somethin' in French and he tries to guess what I mean.

I looked over at him from where I was changin' into my day clothes.

"What are daks?" He said, with a cute little smirk.

"Ya what?" I laughed. I had absolutely no idea what he meant by 'Daks'. I love this idiot!

"Y'know! Daks! Ya wearin' 'em right now!" I stood there, lookin' down at myself. I was standin' next to my bed in my bra and trousers.

"Does it mean trousers?" It sounded ridiculous! I bent down and grabbed my blue and off-white striped undershirt and pulled it on as he replied.

"Yup! Well done! Ya gettin' betta at guessin'! That was an easy one though..." He grinned at the last bit.

"Right," I decided I was gonna give him a hard one. I clapped my hands together, rubbed them together and stuck my tongue out a bit while I thought of my plan. "Got it! Journaux. Take a crack at that!"

I pulled my mother's old red and grey shirt on and laughed at the look of complete confusion on his face. It was adorable, and he started laughin' with me. I gave him some time to think while I did up the buttons and put my black waistcoat, socks and shoes on as fast as I could. I had to time this perfectly.

The laces of my brown work boots were still undone when I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up at him. God, I hope I timed this right!

Ding! Ding! Ding! YES!!!

"It means newspapers!" I said as the distribution bell rang out! I kissed him quickly and left him to get dressed. He was still shirtless and had only managed to put his trousers, socks and shoes on! Whereas I was fully dressed if ya don't count my hat.

I grabbed my hat off the end of my bed and yelled out to my newsies.

"Come of guys! Carry the banner!" I yelled out to everyone. They went thunderin' down the stairs. Most of 'em went two at a time and I'm really surprised that someone doesn't die or get really hurt every day!

"Ey! CAT?" I heard someone yell from the doorway to the stairs. I turned around to see who it was.

"Yeah, Fletch?" That's Fletcher. No one really knows where he came from, but we soon found out that he's wicked strong. Like, unnaturally strong, we had a bit of a situation and we needed to clear the main room. Fletcher just came up and lifted up a chair, Patch was still sittin' on it! And he just lifted it up like it was nothin'! Boy, crutch and all!

"What day is it?" His head bobbed up and down as he jumped to see over the few remainin' people.

"Uhhh...Tuesday 25th." I said just as everyone else made it out the door and down the stairs, Fletcher nodded to me, turned and ran down the stairs. I turned back to Tommy and we chuckled a bit about his slightly strange question, but we shrugged it off soon enough.

Once everyone was out, it was just me and Tommy. I bent down and did my shoes up and put my hat on and let my hair hang down. It fell past my waist and there was so much of it, I could rarely fit all of it in my hat!

"C'mon! Ya nearly ready?" I wandered over to the door leadin' to the landin' and the stairs down to the ground floor. The dormitories of the 'Mayfair Lodging House' - and every other lodgin' house, for that matter - were on the 2nd floor. The middle floor had the kitchens, but we don't use that much, and the near-permanently locked storeroom.

The storerooms were only to be unlocked in an emergency, and only the leaders of the boroughs had the key. Now, I have a feelin' about what ya goin' to say...But Mayfair has two leaders!? That's definitely true, but if a borough has two leaders, the first to actually become leader gets the key.

And that would be me. I was made leader when I was 12 because of some emergency from the old leader, Note; then when I was 14, last year, I "promoted" Lucky to become my co-leader. I always keep the key on a long black ribbon around my neck and tucked into my bra. I even sleep with it on because Angel snuck in and almost stole it from my bedside table. From then on, I kept it on at all times. No one that lives in the Lodging House has seen the inside of it...I don't even know if it's ever been opened before and the many times I've looked under the door, all I could see was darkness and dust...

I stood there thinkin' and waitin' for Tommy to finish tyin' his shoelaces up and grab his hat before he ran over to me. I thought he would stop next to me like he did every other day...but I guess every other day we haven't been this late. So instead, he planted a quick kiss on my lips and bolted down the stairs!

"Race ya to the gates!" He called out.

"Hey! Ya got a head start!" I yelled after him, jumpin' down the stairs two at a time. He bolted out the door and closed it after him!

"Really!?" I said, laughin' under my breath. I opened the door quickly and then slammed it shut and ran after him.

Now, what he didn't take into account, was that I was one of the fastest runners in all of the Westminster Newsies, but he knew he was always faster. I guess he just wanted to let me win...for once!

We got to the Distribution Gates with about five seconds to spare before they locked up! The Jordan Brothers were just about to lock the gates when we got right up to them and I stuck my arm through the gap between the rapidly closin' iron gates.

"Oi! Dan! Joey! 100 each!" Tommy yelled. Dan opened the gates reluctantly.

"Why was you two late?" That was Mr Fink. He is a literal weasel. He's the Jordan Brother's uncle and he is the paper distributor for Westminster. Despite bein' a complete arsehole, he's a fat man, he always looks like he's got a permanent hangover and he has a face a potato would be proud of. But 'e can throw a hard punch...

He sneered at us as we walked up the slope to the hatch.

"None o' ya business, Fink." I retorted.

"It's Mister Fink to ya." He slammed his hand down of the countertop.

He wanted money.

I slammed my 50 pence piece with just as much force as he slammed his hand down. The price of the papers is two for a penny. So, its 50 pence for 100 papers. Most of the time it's an alright price, but if it's cold, or windy, or rainin'...then not so much. Fuck it! It's England! It's like that most of the time! Our Septembers are usually pretty good though...

I laughed under my breath and took my papers once he put them on the countertop.

"What's so funny? Huh?" Dan Jordan grabbed onto my arm as I jumped down from the platform at the top of the slope; he was standin' near the raised platform, but on the floor instead of the ramp.

"Oh, nothin'!" I replied sarcastically, fakin' innocence.

"Don't believe ya!" His grip on my arm tightened.

"Get offa me, Dan." I gave him my death-stare, full of anger and hate. I wouldn't let him bully us. He didn't loosen his grip at all. I clenched my fist, preparin' for a fight. I wasn't scared to fight the Jordan Brothers! They might be a few years older than us, but I know Tommy and I can take 'em.

Then he said somethin' that would've scared me shitless a few years ago...

"The Foreman says hello." My stare wavered and I looked down for a second, before raisin' my head again and death-stared him again. I was tryin' to form a plan of attack that wouldn't end up in either or both of us endin' up dead in an alleyway in the East End.

By that time, Fink had given Tommy Boy his papers, and he managed to get behind Joey without gettin' punched. Tommy grabbed Dan's left shoulder with his right hand and tore him away from me, his hand comin' away from my arm.

Tommy threw him to the ground and punched him hard in the face. The punch drew blood and Joey looked even more pissed off than usual.

"Run Cat!" He yelled. I was lookin' around for Joey and Fink, but a massive stack of papers had fallen, or had been pushed, in front of the door they had to get through to get to us. Joey and Fink were swearin' at us through the barred window of the door.

"Run!" I looked back at Tommy and Dan. Dan had a small cut on his face and Tommy was sprintin' towards me, his 100 papers still under his left arm. I still had mine and he grabbed the arm that wasn't supportin' the papers and tugged me out of the distribution square.

I locked the gates and we ran away from them as fast as we could, down slippery streets and across rain-soaked roads, until we collapsed out of breath with laughter on the wet, cold grass of the Victoria Tower Gardens, near my sellin' spot; I swear I didn't plan it this time!

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A/N I really hope you enjoyed this first chapter! I’m looking forward to you reading the next ones! Please like and roblog. Have a perfect day!

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Fun// Lee Felix

Genre: Collage! Friends to lovers!

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Length: 2.2k

Summary:(inspired by Troye Sivan’s Fun) “Lets go have fun, you and me in the old Jeep.” The dark haired boy suggests. “I like that idea.” You say as you both smile.

You get to class right as the bell rings. It’s the third time this week that you’ve almost been late.

“Almost late again miss y/n.” Your teacher tells you. “If your late again next time, you’re staying after class to grade my tests.” He teased.

You were one of his favorites and you knew he always joked around with you when you were late.

You take your seat. “That’s the third time this week y/n. Why are you always almost late?” The boy next to you asked.

“It’s just stressed. It’s no big deal. Besides, Mr. Kim loves me. I’m one of his favorites.” You tell the boy.

“Yeah whatever.” He said.

“Ok class. This weeks assignment will be done in desk partners. You have to produce a song. For some it will be easier than it will for others but I believe that you all can do well. You have all of this week in class to discuss and work on it but I suggest to meet outside of class to work on it too. Brainstorming will begin... now.” Your teacher explained.

You turned to the boy next to you. “What should the song be about?”

“No clue. Give me your notebook.” He asks.

“Why? You have your own.” You protest.

“Yeah but you have better ideas.” He said.

“Whatever.”

You were cautious of what he read in your notebook because you wrote down all of your feelings in it. When you saw that he was about to turn to the next page you stopped him and asked what he thought about a line on the page he was still on.

“Wait, what about this...” you start to sing a small melody that you had in your head “Don’t you wanna see the world, boy?” You suggest.

“Yeah, that has a good tone to it. I like it.” He said smiling.

What you didn’t know about Felix is that he loved hearing you sing. It always made him happy.

“Class is about to end, wanna meet up after school at the cafe to work some more on it?” You ask him.

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll try to work on it in my next class too.” He says.

“Felix,,, focus on what you’re doing in that class first ok? We have all week to work on this song.” You tell him.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” He says ignoring your statement, “see ya Y/n.” He says waving.

You make your way to the library since you had no other classes that day. You went to find a table and took out your laptop. You opened the music maker app and plugged your headphones in and started making the beat. It was turning out quite well and you were proud of that.

Next thing you knew someone was leaning in listening to the music you were making. You take on headphone off so that the person could hear.

“How does it sound so far?” You ask.

“It sounds really good actually.” The boy said laughing a little.

“Glad you think so Felix.”

“Yeah. So are we gonna go to the cafe now?”

“Yup.”

—-

You and Felix finally made it to the cafe. He went to order two drinks while you got a table. You found an empty table by a window.

You took a seat and waited for Felix to join you. He handed you your iced coffee and you guys started brainstorming again. Next thing you knew you guys were actually almost done with the song. You had all the lyrics written down and the melody.

“We got a lot of work done today. I didn’t think we would finish this early.” You say.

“I didn’t either.” He agrees.

“Come over to my place tomorrow after school so we can record the lyrics ok?” You suggest.

“Sounds good. I won’t find you in the library again will I?” He asks giving you a slight smirk.

“No sir. I will be recording my own lines at that time. So just come over right after your last class ok?”

“Alright. I’ll see ya tomorrow y/n.” Felix says waving and giving you a sweet smile.

That boy was doin something to you and you didn’t know what. But you actually did. You knew exactly what he was doing,,, he was making you fall in love with him. As much as you hated it, you were falling for the dark haired boy.

—-

It was the next day. You finally got to class on time, even early actually. You sat down at your desk for a good 15 minutes until the other students came in.

“Where is he?” You thought. “Felix is never late,,,”

Just as you were thinking about that, he stumbled through the door. Everyone in the room was shocked. Even you... even your teacher was shook™️. Everyone stared at Felix. Their eyes followed him to his seat.

“Why is everyone looking at me?” He asked you.

“Hmm I wonder why? Maybe because YOU HAVE PLATINUM BLONDE HAIR?????” You whisper-yelled.

“Oh yeah... I forgot I did that haha.” He said chuckling a little.

During the entire class period you two just talked about whatever. You both agreed that Felix would come over to your place to record the lyrics of the song.

It had only been two days and you guys where already almost done with the project. During the class period Felix kept on getting compliments from everyone in the class.

Soon enough class ended and when you two walked into the hall way everyone stopped and stared at him. He constantly got compliments from everyone. You felt a little jealous and left out because you weren’t the most popular at school. Aside from that you two made it out of the school and towards your car.

“That was a lot of people complimenting you.” You said.

“Yeah,, I kinda don’t like it.” He said.

“What do you mean kinda?”

“I mean like,, the attention is nice but there’s too much of it.” He explained.

“Yeah I get it.” You said starting the car.

—-

You two show up at your apartment and started the recording. You two messed around a little bit but got the work done over all.

—-

When you two finished you decided to order some pizza and just relax seeing as it was only Wednesday and you already finished the song. You both expected to finish fast though. You were both the top students in the class.

“Is pepperoni ok?” You ask Felix.

“Yeah. Oh! Get some chicken wings too!!” He said excitedly.

“Alright. Can I also add some chicken wings? Yes that’ll be all. Thank you.” You hang up.

“What should we watch?” You ask Felix.

“Let’s watch Frozen!”

“Not again... I cant stand you singing along and putting ‘mate’ after every sentence!!!!”

“Too bad.” He said grabbing the remote with a cheeky smile.

Ding dong

“PIZZAS HERE!” You both exclaim rushing off the couch like maniacs trying to get to the door.

“Hi...” you say out of breath. “Oh,, Hyunjin it’s you, I didn’t know that you were still on your shift.” You say taking the pizza from the boy.

“I was just finishing up and my boss asked if I wanted to deliver the pizza to you.” He explained. “It’ll be 17.46 by the way.”

“Here.” You handed him a 20 dollar bill.

“Why can’t I get more???” He asked pouting.

“Because I don’t wanna. Besides I gave you 30 last time.”

“But you love me.”

“I may love you but not that much.”

“Alright enough with the sappy lovey dovey flirting stuff. Can we eat already??” Felix said with a hint of jealousy but no one noticed.

Both you and Hyunjin stopped talking and looked at each other then back at Felix. You both bursted into laughter. Felix turned a little red and was very confused.

“Felix,, do you thing we’re dating or something?” You ask him.

“I mean,, you guys act like it so kinda...”

You and Hyunjin kept laughing soon falling to the ground.

“Why do you guys keep laughing?” Felix asked being very confused.

“Felix,” you say between laughs. “He’s my cousin.” You say continuing to laugh. (we ain’t in alabama y’all)

“Don’t worry we get it a lot though. It’s nothing new but it sure is hilarious every time someone asks us.” Hyunjin explained laughter subsiding.

“Alright well I’m gonna go. See ya next week Chubbs.” Hyunjin said patting your hair.

“What ever fatty.” You said closing the door.

“Chubbs? Fatty? What??” Felix asked being the most confused he’s ever been.

“We’ve been calling each other that since we could talk honestly.” You say. “Anyways,, don’t we have a movie to get to??”

“Yeah.” He said giving you a little smile.

You and Felix both sat on your couch with pizza the pizza while watching Finding Nemo. Surprisingly it was both of your guys’ favorite movie along with its sequel, Finding Dory.

After the two of you finished watching both of the movies Felix had a crazy idea.

“Hey y/n, this might sound crazy but... let’s go have some fun. Just you and me in my old Jeep.”

“I like that idea.” You said to him smiling.

You both grabbed your jackets and shoes and headed out the door.

—-

You made your way to Felix’s Jeep. You both put on some up beat music and started singing along... loudly too. But you guys were having fun. This was the most fun you’ve had all year and you weren’t mad about it. In fact you were glad that you were out of the house, and especially with someone who you trusted most.

After a while you guys kept cracking really bad jokes laughing way too hard at them but you didn’t care. Soon enough you guys arrived at a beach. It was pretty nice. It wasn’t a popular beach so there were maybe 3 other people there but spread apart a lot. When you got out of the car you immediately sprinted to the sand. Kicking your shoes off behind you, you ran towards the water. Soon after Felix follows you in. You both splash water at each other while laughing.

“STOP!! YOURE GETTING ME WET!”

“YOU WERE THE ONE WHO JUMPED IN THE WATER Y/N! YOURE ALREADY WET!”

“Toché”

“Hey y/n.”

“Hmm”

“Why couldn’t the pirate recite the alphabet?”

“Uhhhh because he kept saying argh?”

“No.. because he kept getting lost at c (sea)”

“HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HOLY SHIT THATS A KNEE SLAPPER!!” You say slapping your knee.

Felix found that absolutely hilarious. He kept laughing until he was almost drowning in the shallow water.

Felix saw a really good wave behind you so he did the unexpected. He picked you up over his shoulder and started towards the wave. It wasn’t too big of a wave but it was a decent size.

Next thing you know you both were under the water. You come back up for air while laughing and screaming at him.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?!”

“You look cute when you get surprised.” He said.

You were shocked. No one had ever called you cute. You both decide to get out of the water and watch the rest of the sunset. You sat with a towel wrapped around you while sitting on a rock. You enjoyed the scenery.

You felt a pair of eyes on you so you turned towards Felix and saw him staring at you. He gave you a warm smile while brushing a piece of hair out of your face. You blushed at his action. He noticed your blush and chuckled. He faced the sunset. The sun was hitting him perfectly. You saw all of the individual freckles on his face while the sun also made all of his features sharp and defined. You had came to he conclusion that you were really falling for him. And hard.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything Felix. You’re my best friend.”

It hurt a little bit saying that.

“Ok so here goes nothing... So there’s this girl I like.. she’s beautiful, crazy talented and honestly one of the best people that has ever been in my life.”

Your heart broke a little while he said this but you kept listening to what he had to say.

“I’ve been spending more time with her lately and I’ve gotten to know a whole new part of her. I really really REALLY like her, but I don’t know how to ask her out.”

You were sad knowing he liked someone else but you still helped him.

“Hmm well maybe you should just ask her if she wants to go out sometime. I mean if someone were to ask me out I wouldn’t want some huge proposal. I wish you the best of luck asking her out. Whoever she is will be lucky to have someone like you.”

“Well I don’t exactly know if she likes me back.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. “So here goes nothing.”

You were confused at where he was going with this.

“Y/n... will you go out with me?” He asked giving a shy smile.

You didn’t know how to respond.(Y/n.exe has stopped working.)

“Wait... what??” You ask confused.

“Will you go out with me?”

“Are you serious??”

“Yeah?”

“Felix... I’d love to go out with you.” You said hugging him tightly. You felt safe and secure in his arms and he loved the feeling of having you in his arms. It all felt so... perfect.

The End

A/N: i know it’s really bad i did this in like an hour sksksk. i hope you liked it nonetheless

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thelastspeecher · 5 years

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Undercover superheroes au danny or daisy

🕶️ - Undercover

Uhhhh I went a little bit overboard with this because I wanted to use both of them. So I’m putting the part with Danny under a read more. Hope you like it, Anon!

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Daisypulled on her last golden glove.

“Ready?”Stan asked. Daisy looked over at herdad. She nodded. “Good.”

“I stilldon’t know about this,” Angie said quietly. She stepped closer and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Daisy’sear. “Yer only sixteen.”

“Ang, weagreed to let the kids make their own decisions,” Stan said. Angie nodded.

“Yes,but-”

“Daisywants to follow in her dad’s footsteps,” Stan continued, clapping a proud handon Daisy’s shoulder. “That’s a goodthing. I’ve heard her dad is prettygreat.” Angie pursed her lips. “Babe, let it go.”

“It’s dangerousto be a hero. And at sixteen, no less!”

“I’mgonna be with her the entire time,” Stan said firmly. “She won’t leave my sight.” Angie sighed.

“Fine. Fine. Leave ‘fore I change my mind and use my powers to keep ya both here,”she said. Daisy kissed her ma on thecheek.

“Bye,Ma!” she said cheerfully. Angie smiledweakly at her.

“Goodbye,dear.”

“Bye,babe,” Stan said, kissing Angie on the forehead. “Don’t worry. Like I said, I’ll watch her.” Angie nodded silently.

“I’mholdin’ ya to that.”

“Want meto bring home dinner?”

“…Okay.”

“I’mgonna let Daisy choose, since it’s her night.”

“Okay.” Angie swatted him playfully. “Get goin’! Yer daughter is goin’ to get frustrated with ya.” Stan snuck one more kiss before exiting thehouse. Angie let out a wistfulsigh. The pager clipped to her beltchirped at her. She unclipped her pagerand read the alert. A small smile spreadacross her face.

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“This isboring,” Daisy whined. Stan sighed.

“Yes,patrol is sometimes boring,” he said. Theother hero assigned to today’s patrol, someone whose name Stan could neverremember, frowned at Daisy.

“Seriously,Flamethrower, who is this kid?” he asked. Stan put an arm around Daisy’s shoulders.

“Myprotégé. Ignition.”

“Ignition,”the coworker said flatly. He rolled hiseyes. “Lemme guess, you’re a pyro.”

“Yep!”Daisy chirped.

“Uh-huh.” The coworker crossed his arms. “If you couldn’t leave your kid alone athome, the proper response is to call a babysitter, not take her to work,” hesaid to Stan.

“She’s ateenager. She doesn’t need ababysitter,” Stan said. “I brought heralong so she could learn the tricks of the trade. She wants to be a hero, like her old man.”

“So you’rejust dropping all pretense that she’s not your daughter.”

“Eh. Might as well. You figured it out,” Stan said with ashrug. Daisy grinned at him. “Now, like I was saying, kid, patrolsometimes isn’t that exciting. Which isa good thing. Means that villains aren’tstealing stuff.”

“Yeah,but I wanted to do stuff,” Daisy said. She punched the air like she was fighting an invisible enemy. “Wanted to use those boxing lessons you gaveme. Otherwise, I shoulda just stayedhome. Did homework or somethin’.”

“Really? Homework is better than time with me?” Stanasked. Daisy shrugged.

“Sometimes.”

“Ouch,”Stan mumbled. The coworker laughed.

“Yep,your kid is a pyro all right. No oneelse could burn you that bad.” An alarmsuddenly sounded from the building across the street. “Saved by the bell.”

“Yaddayadda yadda, whatever,” Stan scoffed. Someone ran out of the building, into the middle of the street. Stan squinted at the figure. “All right, Ignition, hit her with a warningshot.” Daisy swallowed.

“Are- areyou sure that I should-”

“You’vegot better aim than I do, kid. You’ll befine,” Stan said dismissively. “C’mon. Shoot!”

“O-okay.” Daisy steadied her stance before firing off aquick ball of fire from her hands. Thefire hit the person in the square of the chest.

“Oof!”the person grunted, falling to the ground. Stan’s heart leapt to his throat.

Oh, shit. The person slowly got up and saidsomething. Stan couldn’t make out thewords, but he could easily recognize the voice. Fuck.

“Oh, no!”Daisy whispered. She tugged at herhair. “I didn’t- I hurt- I shouldn’thave- I’m so sorry, I-” Stan’s coworkerinterrupted Daisy’s panicked stammers.

“See,this is why we don’t invite kids to patrol,” he said, glaring at Daisy. “They freak out when they have to get theirhands dirty. They’re just not-” Stan whacked him upside the head. The coworker passed out cold on the rooftop. Stan cupped his hands around his mouth.

“Get uphere!” he called. The person in thestreet nodded silently, then flew up to the rooftop Stan and Daisy werewatching from. Once the person landed,Stan crossed his arms. “Angie!” Angie smiled sheepishly.

“Howdy,”she said. Daisy crossed her arms aswell.

“Ma, whatare you doin’ here?” she asked.

“I gotcalled in.”

“Bull. Shit,” Stan said flatly. Angie scowled. “Okay, maybe you did get called in. But you didn’t have to take it. I know you didn’t, ‘cause you told me thatyou worked it out with your crew. Sinceyou have kids, you don’t have to take calls unless they happen during a timeyou were scheduled to do villain stuff.” Angie looked away. “You only tookthis call ‘cause you wanted to keep an eye on Daisy.”

“So whatif I did?” Angie burst out. “She’s mydaughter, too!”

“Yeah,and she made her decision,” Stan snapped. “She wants to look into being a hero. And we agreed we’d let the kids decide on their own what they wanted tobe.”

“Bein’ ahero is so dangerous.”

“So isbeing a villain. And you wouldn’t befreaking out if she wanted to intern with your crew,” Stan said. Angie’s shoulders drooped. “You have to make your peace with what Daisychose.”

“Iguess.” Angie ran her hands through herhair. “I also- sixteen is so young tostart this! I’ve never met anyone whostarted this young.”

“Heroesstart young, Ma,” Daisy said. “GrandmaPines told us she got started when she was fourteen. The head start is to make sure ya don’t breakany of the laws yer tryin’ to uphold.” Angie pursed her lips.

“Sixteen,though.”

“My momstarted when she was fourteen,” Stan said. Angie stared at him. Stan shrugged. “It’s true.”

“I just-I didn’t mean to intervene, I swear. I’mjust worried about my baby girl.”

“I’mworried, too. The second things lookdicey, I send her outta there, okay?” Stan said. “I can take care of our daughter.”

“Let metry this, Ma,” Daisy said. “Let me spendsome time learning from Dad.”

“…Okay,”Angie said begrudgingly. “I still- Istill don’t like it, but…fine. I’ll tellmy crew that somethin’ popped up and I couldn’t come. They’ll send someone else fer you two topractice with.” She wagged her finger atStan. “Our daughter better not come homewith a single scratch on her, you hear me?”

“Loud andclear.”

“Good.” Angie kissed Daisy on the top of her head andStan on the cheek before flying away. Daisy looked over at Stan’s coworker.

“Whatshould we do with him?”

“Eh. Leave him be. He was kinda a dick anyways. I’lljust tell him that your ma had backup that took him out. That’s usually what I say when I have toknock someone out.”

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Thesecurity guard wrung his hands anxiously.

“NormallyI wouldn’t get help from a hero,” he said as he led Stan through a narrow,dimly lit hallway. “We’re good athandling things ourselves. But it was amask that broke in, and with it being a high-security research facility-”

“I get it,”Stan said dismissively, waving away the guard’s concerns. “You gotta have a mask to take care of amask, especially with the weird shit the scientists who work here get up to.”

“You knowabout it?” “A bit,” Stan said with ashrug. “I’ve got some scientists in myfamily, and they went hog wild when this place was first built. Do you know who broke in?”

“No. She was clearly a mask, but she seems rather young,so she’s probably new. And she took outthe security cameras right away, so I couldn’t get a better look.”

“Got it.”

“This isthe lab she broke into,” the guard said, coming to a stop outside a door. Stan tested the handle. It turned, but the door wouldn’t open. “She froze it shut. I saw that right before she cut the camerafeed.” Stan then saw ice wedged in thecracks between the door and the doorjamb.

“Frozeit,” Stan said quietly.

Cryokinesis is rare. That’s what Angie said. It only ever gets passed down throughfamilies, and there’s only a handful of families that have that power. A sinking feeling settled in hisstomach. It better not be her. Theguard cleared his throat. Stan realizedhe had been quiet for too long.

“It’s noproblem,” he said, blustering up some bravado. “I’m a pyro. Ice doesn’t phase me. You should probably head back to your officeor whatever while I take care of this. Don’t want any collateral.”

“Okay. Good luck.”

“Don’tneed it.” Stan waited for the guard toleave before carefully melting the ice built around the edges of the door. He entered the room and closed the door assoftly as he could. The intruder hadn’tnoticed his arrival. He could hearclanging and clattering as the intruder dug through lab equipment.

“Sufferingsuccotash,” the intruder muttered. Stangrimaced.

Yep. It’s her. He made his waythrough the lab. Once he was closeenough, he stepped into view. He put hishands on his hips.

“DanicaViola Pines.” The intruder spun aroundand instinctively shot a blast of ice towards him. Stan burst into flames, melting the icebefore it could hit him. Hescowled. “You know better than to attackyour dad, princess.” The intruder, hisoldest child, Danny, gasped and covered her mouth.

“I’msorry, Dad! I didn’t know it was you, Iwas just-”

“What thehell are you doing?” Stan interrupted. Danny rubbed the back of her neck.

“Sabotagingmy competitor’s research. There’s thiscompetition I really wanna win, and there’s this guy in this lab that I can’tbeat clean.”

“Uh-huh. Why didn’t you tell me or your ma about this?”

“UncleLute told me not to,” Danny mumbled. “Hesaid you guys would be upset.”

“Geez,” Stansaid, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Youactually believed that? Your ma would bethrilled to find out you decided to be a villain.”

“Yeah, butMa would tell you ‘cause she doesn’t like keeping secrets from you. And I didn’t think you’d be happy that yourprincess wanted to go into villainy.”

“Afterthe whole thing with your ma freaking out when Daisy started heroing, I did mybest to prepare for this,” Stan said. “Imean, I wish you’d be a hero, but as long as you’re smart about being avillain, it’s fine.” Danny smiled. “But you weren’t smart.” Her smile vanished.

“What?”

“C’mon,kid. Breaking into a high-security labfor your first villain job? In themiddle of a security guard’s shift? Hell, do you even have a codename yet?”

“Yes. Graupel.”

“Graupel.”

“Snowpellets.”

“Whohelped you come up with that?”

“UncleFord.”

“Figures.” Stan sighed. “You shoulda had your Uncle Lute help you with the codename. He’s better at that stuff.” He looked Danny up and down. Her outfit resembled a white ski suit. “Your villaining duds aren’t too bad, though.”

“Yeah,can we talk about this at home? I wanna getthis sabotaged and get outta here.”

“You’renot gonna sabotage squat.”

“What? Why?” Danny whined. “I thought you weren’t gonna be upset aboutme breaking the law.”

“I’mnot. You know I’m all for going around therules a bit to win.”

“Thenwhy? I woulda had it done by now if youhadn’t caught me!”

“Exactly. If I didn’tcatch you. But I did. And you know the rules your Grammie andGrampie Gucket have,” Stan said firmly. Danny pouted and looked away. “Ifyou get caught before you can finish a job, you don’t get to finish, no matterwho catches you. It teaches you to besmarter about committing crimes.”

“Fine,”Danny muttered.

“Put thebeaker down.”

“It’s anErlenmeyer flask, Dad.”

“Don’tcare. Put it down. Put everything back.”

“Theyhave really nice equipment, though! Ican’t take even a couple stirring rods?”

“Nope. You got caught. So you don’t get to steal anything.”

“Ugh!” Danny emptied her pockets, dumping variouslab equipment into a nearby sink. “Thisis so stupid.”

“Yep. Think ahead next time.” Stan looked over at the door he had enteredthrough. “Is there a window you can jumpoutta? We aren’t too high up.”

“Yeah,”Danny mumbled.

“Good. Do that. I’ll tell the security guy that you made a break for it, but I stoppedyou from taking anything.” Stan narrowedhis eyes at his daughter. “Take that thingout of your boot.” Danny scowled, but removeda metal spatula from her boot. “I’llhandle security, you get outta here, and when I get home we’re gonna have aconversation about breaking the law smart.”

“Fine.” Danny started to leave. Stan raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want me to give you a kiss onthe cheek after you crushed my dreams?”

“Yes,”Stan said flatly. Danny rolled her eyes,but walked over and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, sweetie. Now, get outta here.”

#akjsdfasnkdf I wrote SO MUCH #I was just so excited to write this part of the Superhero/villain AU #...I seriously wrote over 2k words lmaooooo #Superhero/villain AU #Daisy McGucket #Danica Pines #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Stangie Family #my writing #ficlet #writing meme #ask #Anonymous

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heroin-antiheroine · 5 years

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more stuff about tapering :)

lol i go on about tapering A LOT lately bc it’s always on my mind but it’s been treating me so well & i urge any heroin addict to give it a try But there are some requirements in order to do it. u don’t have to be organised or motivated in general.....bc i’m dyspraxic & adhd diagnosed & i’m hella Not either of those things. but u do have to have some motivation & the best motivation is HATE or SPITE!!!! u cannot be in love with heroin if u want to taper off it. u can’t even remotely like it. u will fail if u still romanticise ur addiction in any way & honestly, i’m not gonna get mad at u for doin that bc it’s rly easy to do. we think these substances are helping us & improving our lives. we think of them as comfort objects or things to take away the pain of the world, which we addicts often carry on our shoulders. we might’ve even said we loved them at one point, but as u know, that doesn’t last forever. heroin does make u feel good, ofc it does, otherwise we wouldn’t do it. & it’s not gonna stop doing that either, it still makes me feel good, but that tiny amount of fake happiness i get with the rush just isn’t enough. i’m high all the time.....i’ve been high constantly for 2 years, everyday. u just forget ur high, i think of myself as sober most of the time bc i’m well but i don’t Feel high (but then i do dumbass shit that i regret in the morning that proves i actually was - but i don’t Feel it in the moment!!! what bullshit is that??).

hate & spite are seen as bad things but they can be motivators for good. when the pain of change is lesser than the pain of staying where u are, then change happens (i’m gonna quote that forever). u need to give urself back AGENCY before u taper as well!! for a whole year i went on about “mind control” (bc of my insane cravings & thoughts when i was clean for those 9 days in april 2018) but it does take a while to realise that ur in control!! & i mean...that is hard to admit. i control my use, not heroin......heroin is just a substance, it doesn’t have any thoughts or feelings. it doesn’t love me, it doesn’t hate me, it sure as hell doesn’t control me. yea it gives me shitty withdrawal symptoms & cravings & makes me miserable.....but that’s not actually IT, that’s my brain doing that, my brain that’s adapted to heroin after these 2 years. gaining control of something i felt out of control of is completely wild! but it’s something u can’t lie to urself about, cos then u won’t succeed.

u have to do it slow. my dose last year was 250mg a day (2g in 8 days - not rly sure of each shot cos i didnt have scales). when i started it was 75mg x 3 (225mg a day). i’ve gone down soooooooooo slowly. 1-3mg a day. yeah it’s gonna be slow. but u have to do that in order to avoid cravings & withdrawal & so ur body will adapt. on the 8th of april i made a post on instagram saying i had finally broken 40mg x 3. today, the 10th of may, i’m on 24mg x 3. i haven’t had a single symptom of withdrawal (other than when i wake up) bc i’m doing it sooooo slowly. & i’m saving tons of money. low & slow is all u need to remember when tapering :)

(but also if u are on a Really high dose, u can come down faster. like if u were doing a gram a day, u could definitely easily jump down 5-10mg a day & it wouldnt affect u much at all. uhhhh disclaimer: i DO NOT advocate tapering for benzos or alcohol. get urself to a doctor if u wanna come off of em)

#vague kinda sorta taper guide #idk not rly ive put too much dumb shit in there #i advocate tapers for anyone but yea pls do look at this if ur considering it #cos u need to be in the right frame of mind #u gotta hate heroin b4 u start to taper & if u dont......then u aint ready bro #my writing is so scatty i cant imagine that anyone would use this as a guide lmao #junkie ramblings

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high school!mark

request: highschool!mark if u love me plspls

word count: 5.5k

a/n: lucky that I love u anon hehehehe !!!!! also wOW I didnt mean to make this so god damn long itS REALLY JUST THESE GOD DAMN HIGH SCHOOL AUS IM WEAK FOR THEM OKAY. look at this cutie hOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO RESIST

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

warnings: the usual intermittent cussing and probably an inappropriate joke or two

this au is my Ultimate Weakness it makes me soft as hell alright

………………….

LETS DIVE IN

okay so your mom has a job that forces your family to move around….. A LOT

and while you’ve gotten used to it for the most part it still sucks having to leave people behind and make completely new friends once every couple of years

this time you’re moving to a new school for your SENIOR YEAR and you’re livid

bc like ??? it’s senior year and you have exactly zero (0) friends since you’re new,,, yet again

you Threw A Fit when you found out but your mom was like shut up you ingrate soon you’ll be in college and won’t even have to worry about it

so you, an ingrate, shut up :/

you move in a month before school starts and the house is nice and your room is cute so that’s a plus !!!!!

you hang up some pictures and organize all your cute little trinkets you’ve collected over the years aw

you’ve even got a lil succulent garden growing on your windowsill

ITS CUTE AS HELL OKAY

alright so you’re gonna go explore around town because you , don’t know where anything is and you wanna find some good spots to hang

you take the bus into the middle of town because who tf is tryna drive themselves amirite ladies

support ur local bus driver

anywhom this isn’t a HUGE town but it’s one of those cute towns where you can pretty much walk anywhere you need to go

(god i wish that were me)

so you spend all day just, walkin

you find a library and pick up some books …….

both for decoration and reading okay

and you find a couple of restaurants and write them down to try later along with some coffee shops and whatnot

eventually you’re tired and prolly a lil sweaty bc it’s summer and you’re outside and ugh

so you find a nice big park and a tree and sit down at the base of it to read and mindlessly sketch things in the margins of your book

whEN OUT OF NOWHERE

someone shouts

“HEY WATCH OUT”

and you look up just in time to dodge a sOCCER BALL HURTLING TOWARDS YOUR FACE

it bounces off the tree and rolls a couple feet away

“uhhhh holy shit” - you

you just kind of sit there astonished for 5 seconds before you get up to get the ball and look around for who saved your LIFE

and there’s boy jogging toward you looking extremely embarrassed

you meet him halfway to hand him the ball and he’s like

“oh mY GOD i’m so sorry i told them to settle down but they never listen to me and jisung just ??? doesn’t know how to not take everything seriously and he lost and got pissed and kicked it and we didn’t even kNOW you were over here and also i’m so sorry”

you smile and tell him it’s fine and hand him the ball

you go to get back to your tree and he’s like hey uh you there uh wait up

god he’s awkward

and you turn around to face him with an expectant look

“so um, what’s your name? i haven’t seen you around here before and like in case i ever gotta make this up to you you know ??”

cute

you tell him your name and stick out your hand to shake and he grabs it very hesitantly and tells you his name is mark

he has , very warm hands and they’re only slightly bigger than yours but that’s still cUTE

MARK HAS BABY HANDS I DARE U TO SAY HE DOESNT

he says he hopes you enjoy your book and he’ll make sure the boys don’t disturb you anymore than they already have

you wave as he goes and he gives you a smile over his shoulder and his cheeks are tinged pink and wOw this boy is a cutie patootie

you go back to your reading but now instead of doodling you’re just writing his name or drawing his big doe eyes or his smooth hands

(((((let’s pretend we’re all good at drawing okay god knows i can’t do much more than a stick figure)))))

the boys leave after an hour or two and you leave pretty soon after then because the sun is setting and you gotta be home for dinner

basically your mom wants to make sure you aren’t kidnapped and/or lost in a new town

which, to be fair, is not that unlikely

you have your headphones in and you’re leaned against the bus window half asleep as you go

bitch wake up youRE GONNA MISS YOUR STOP

it’s the same bus driver who saw you get on and honestly there aren’t a lot of people on the bus so he makes sure you get off

“hey you, girl back there, hEY! this is your stop girly”

you thank him profusely and tip him because uhhhh u gotta get home and like Not Lost

you skip home with your bag of books and miscellaneous items you found at the thrift store!!!

you bought a little figurine of a dragon and she’s beautiful her name is saraphina because why not

that’s completely irrelevant i’m so sorry

i have ADHD

anywhom

you walk in and you’re all like hey momma !!! how goes it !!:3

and your mom is Sus™️ because why are you in such a good mood

and you’re like !!! cause i had a good day okay love u bye i’m going to my rOOM

don’t let her question anymore or else she’ll dig out that you met a Cute Boy

you go to your room and get out all your purchases and organize them while you still have the motivation to do so

and yeah

you use one of the blank notes to start like a lil drawing diary of sorts ???? like just to draw stuff in whenever you’re inspired or you see something pretty

and you definitely saw smth pretty today ;))))))))

hint: ITS MARK

you try to draw him from memory but it doesn’t look quite right and like :(((((( how sad is that what if you don’t even see him again

the rest of the month passes pretty quickly in the same fashion

by now you’ve befriended the bus driver and he tells you all the cool secret nooks and crannies of town for you to go find

he’s also your bff pretty much he always tells you about his daughter and all the cute things she does and you just talk about your life in general and he gives you advice

congrats you’ve unlocked Wise Uncle

he gives you directions to this teeny TINY flower shop where you befriend the old lady who works there by bringing a muffin everytime you go by

she trades you for a seasonal flower and makes a big deal out of tucking it behind your ear herself

basically you find all the cute old people in town and make them your friend because.

THATS CUTE

ADDED BONUS OF LIKE 17 PARENT FIGURES TO GIVE YOU ADVICE

this is accidentally straying into art hoe territory i hope y’all are okay w/ that

school is starting really soon and you’re nervous but also used to this so it doesn’t affect you as bad as normally

also you did meet some people so you aren’t going in with no friends but like, pretty close to no friends

on the first day of school you ride the bus and you see ???? mark ????? on your bus ????????

so you get on and do your daily greeting of the bus driver

his daughter lost her first tooth AW

you fake cry and he says “mood” and you lose it because you’re pushing internet culture onto this unsuspecting middle aged man skdkdkkd

you pat him on the shoulder as you walk back to find a seat but there are none because for some reason the bus is busy this early in the morning ????

you wouldn’t know lmao summer sleep schedule had you up at 10 at the earliest

so you go to stand and hold onto one of the poles in the center

(nearby our boy mark LEE)

mark looks up from his phone

these god damn millennials always on that damn phone

and he sees you and he’s like wHOA what’s up uhhh Soccer Ball Girl

and nice you remembered his name bUT HE DIDNT REMEMBER YOURS

but then he’s like nahhhh just kidding i remember ur name hey y/n !!!

you talk otw to school and find out you’re both seniors at the same school and how you’re excited for sports games and like, GRADUATING

mark keeps trying to offer you his seat but you refuse and he pouts everytime you say no :((((

good god just take the seat look at the sad baby boy :((((((((((((

there is an, occurrence

at one point the bus goes over a bump and you stumble a little and mark reaches up to catch you before you literally fall on him

his hands fly out and grab you by the hips to steady you since he’s sitting and you’re standing and he can’t exactly reach your shoulders sO YEA

or at least that’s his explanation in his head huehuehuehe

his hands linger for MAYBE 10 seconds before he whips them back into his pockets and blushes while you thank him

you: are also blushing

the bus driver: completely did that on purpose

when you get off the bus your Second Dad tells you good luck and pats you on the head and mark is like ???? do you know him

and you’re like yeah that’s my man maurice we’re buds

and he’s like ???? i’ve rode that bus all my life to school and i’m not buds with him wtf :/

“srry you’re not as lovable as me!! jealousy is a disease <3”

and he laughs his dorky laugh

you highkey are smiling so big because this boy is so cute and he’s walking close enough that your shoulders brush every once in a while and he has a silly laugh and AW

as you walk into the school marks group of Boys starts waving him over excitedly and he turns in their direction but then stops when he sees you aren’t following

“hey whatcha doin???”

“well uhhh those are Your Boys you know and i’m, i don’t, really, uh they don’t know me”

“aw cmon they’ll love you!!! look ill just introduce you and if they’re terrible and annoying you can leave”

“........ i gue-“

but he’s already grabbed your hand and is pulling you over to them

“sup fellas this is y/n and she just moved here this year so don’t be too overwhelming.”

the smaller one with the highish voice chimes in

“aww but overwhelming is my only setting”

“then just don’t be yourself, chenle”

“heYYY it’s that girl i almost killed in the park !!! so sorry about that by the way”

he introduces them to you one by one and they all shake your hand

jisung is the one with the big ass yaoi hands and also the one who almost ended your young life

jaemin is the one with pretty smile

jeno is the one with the squishy eyes

renjun is the Art Hoe of the group you can just tell

he’s wearing some got damn overalls you gotta befriend him immediately

donghyuck is the one with beautiful skin and a v high voice you’re highkey like hey but can you dROP THE SKINCARE ROUTINE and he’s like “i just wash my face every day xoxo :*”

you quickly learn who is a piece of shit and who isn’t

you figure out who has classes with you and then set off for the day !!

mark has gym and economics with you but those are after lunch :(((

he squeezes your shoulder before he leaves and says good luck though so you’ll survive

you have art with renjun first and this boy is your bestie already

he’s such a sarcastic shit and he too likes drawing random things and vandalizing school textbooks with artistically correct memes

he also has the AUDACITY

“so, you and mark already ;););)(;);)))”

“i uh don’t know what you mean by that”

“you SO do!!!!! you guys walked into school together everyone probably already thinks you’re a thing”

“oh shit really??? ah i feel so bad”

“is that a bad thing???”

“i mean yeah i’m not tryna Tarnish mark’s reputation”

“that is some self hatred bs he would be lucky to have you !!!!”

“renjun you don’t even know me that well yet”

“i know enOUGH”

you just uhh change the subject which renjun def notices but like

who cares

renjun apparently also goes to the same flower shop as you !!!

you find out because you see him drawing the front of it and you’re like heY i’ve been there my girl edna works there !!!!! she insist i call her grandma tho

and he’s all oh sHIT that’s my girl too !!!!!!

long story short edna is now your shared grandmother

now THAT is some uwu shit

you go about your day and it’s lunchtime and yOU uh don’t know where to sit :(

you see a girl that you met who works at the little coffee shop you like so you set off in her direction and you’re almost there when jeno and jaemin walk up and sling an arm around your shoulder from either side

“hEY BUDDY” -jeno

“SUP SQUIRT” -jaemin

and they start steering you in another direction towards their own table

“god of all nicknames you had to give me sQUIRT”

“yes it’s because you’re cute and small like squirtle”

“that’s a god damn reach if i’ve ever seen one but okay”

you get there and they practically TOSS you into the seat next to mark

he winces and gives you and apologetic pat on the back before starting the conversation

“alright so who actually did the summer reading”

as the table bursts into Absolute Ruckus you just kind of sit back and watch

mark notices you being quiet and while renjun and chenle are arm wrestling he leans over to quietly be like

“hey you doin okay over there? are they too much”

“oh not at all i’m just takin it in lmao”

“yeah that’s understandable. they’re easily the most entertaining group of people you’ll ever meet but also i’ve wanted to strangle every single one of them at least once”

“what are you 30??? you talk about them like you’re their mom”

“i mean someone’s gotta do it”

you and mark talk all throughout lunch and head to gym together since that’s next

exercising right after eating ??? sounds like a GREAT plan thanks so much public school system !!!!

you go to pull out your bag of gym clothes but ??? all you’ve got is shorts ?????

S H I T

you start whining because you’re like aWW i’m gonna get in trouble :(((((

and he’s like here i have like 12 shirts in here because i always bring too many and then leave some when i got soccer practice i gotchu

(he gives you the clean shirt that hasn’t been sitting in his locker <3333 what a guy)

you thank him proFUSELY and then go to the girls locker room to change

the shirt is too big and you don’t wanna look like a Bag so you tie a lil knot in it in the front

you don’t look like a thot tho you just look Cute As Fuck

some girl in the locker room lets you borrow a hair tie and off we go !!!

it’s the first day so everyone literally just stretches and sits around talking

you’ve hashtag LOST mark and you don’t have any friends yet so you’re just chillin talking to the girl who gave you a hair tie because she seems nice and you got nothin better to do

you’re explaining to her how to take care of a succulent /properly/ when mark catches a basketball that was headed right for you yelling a watch it !!!! over his shoulder

he turns to you and giggles a little, nudging your foot with his

“you’re just a danger magnet aren’t you”

“i mean danger is my middle name so”

“uGH get your ass over here away from all those freshman hoodlums who think they can play”

you wave bye to your friend because there’s literal fear in her eyes at the sight of mark ??

you ask her what’s wrong later and she’s like oh it’s not him i just have a crippling fear of boys

(that’s a mood)

you and mark pass a volleyball back and forth and fuck around pretty much all period

this is actually the one (1) sport he isn’t good at thank GOD you were worried he had no flaws

at the end of the class you ask him if he wants his shirt back and he says, and i quote,

“nah you and your thot knot can keep it, looks cuter on you anyways”

you smack his arm for calling you a thot but then thank him anyways for the shirt and for calling you cute :))))))))

econ passes the same way except normal clothing and no sports

although mark does throw a wadded up piece of paper on you that says u want 2 hang w the boys n me after school ? if yes then breathe if no do a backflip

this headass boy

you throw it back so it bounces off his forehead and then nod to confirm you will

you don’t have any of the boys in your last class and you don’t where to meet up so you just kind of loiter by your locker since jeno’s is pretty close to yours and maybe they’ll meet here ????

luckily jisung spots you and is like hey what r u doin here aren’t u hanging with us after school??? cmon

you follow him out to the parking lot where they’re all gathered around jeno and jaemins vehicles because apparently they’re the only ones with actual cars

rip

they start waving too excitedly when they see you and mark smiles all big

wooOOO baby boy already has a crush on you :3

they’ve apparently already decided to go to chenles house because apparently he’s fuckin loaded

you don’t believe that for a sECOND because he’s wearing crocs and an old ass polo shirt but

we’ll see

you mark and renjun ride with jaemin while the Babies ride with jeno since he is able to ignore them being crackheads in the backseat and drive his vehicle without crashing

apparently they’ve cause multiple vehicular accidents ??? possibly the reason renjun doesn’t have a car ???????

who knows

y’all have a blast in jaemins car tho playing tokyo drift from the third fast and furious movie if u haven’t heard that shit plEASE GO LISTEN WHAT A SONG HEHEHHEHHEHE

you pull into this BIG ASS house and you’re like no fucking way dude

and everyone else in the car simultaneously says

“i know right ???”

y’all pull in and go inside and it’s real nice holy SHIT

chenle comes in cackling followed closely be jisung and more sedately by jeno who looks ready to fckin die

you pat him on the shoulder and go you did well, soldier

he salutes solemnly before breaking out into the smile

y’all know the one

you UWU right there on the spot but hold yourself back from poking his cheek and cooing

chenle then SCREECHES and yells

“WHO IS TRYNA PLAY JUST DANCE”

and everyone crowds into his living room

somehow the couch is big enough to fit all of you comfortably that’s fckin impressive

you play just dance for 3 whole ass hours and now you’re Tired and Ready To Go Home

there’s a bus stop nearby and you insist upon walking since jaemin already have you a ride here and you didn’t even have gas money to give him :(((

mark goes to since you have to catch the same bus

you hum as you skip around the sidewalk and he walks behind you smiling fondly while you twirl around

he recognizes the song and whistles along and wow !!!!

Harmony™️

when you get to the stop you’re like 5 mins early

so to entertain yourselves you play rock paper scissors and each time the winner gets to flick the loser on the forehead

mark is a sweet boy so he flicks softly but you go all out

wouldn’t be surprised if he had a bruise tmrw girly u need to chill

you sit on the bus together when it arrives since there’s actually room now and he slumps down low until his head is pretty much rested on your shoulder

(our man maurice sees and is like GET IT GIRL but only so you notice and you make threatening hand motions at him)

you’re not sure if he’s asleep so you stay extra still just in case

and no one needs to know you rested your cheek on top of his head

but when it gets to your stop you’re like mark? mark lee??? mork ???? wake up ??? and you nudge him a little with your shoulder and he sits up and rubs his eyes aW

he slow blinks at you and goes

“hm?”

and you’re like i uh gotta go now

and he’s like :/// okay i’ll see you tomorrow and stands up and gives you a half hug before you go

maurice is DYING in the front you’re going to kill him

you walk home with a smile on your face and again your mom is suspicious of your good mood but you’re like aw it’s nothin just had a good day at school made lots of friends !!!!!!

as summer turns into fall you make more friends but you mostly hang out with the boys because they’re funny and nice to you and also Mark is there and we love our boy

you guys all attend football games together and go absolutely ALL OUT for whatever the theme is

for example: the theme was halloween and you all dressed as god damn SMURFS

it was legendary there was not one bit of you all that wasn’t covered in blue paint

jisung almost fought some girl who thought he was from the movie Avatar until everyone was like jisung cHILL OUT ITS NOT HER FAULT YOURE VERY TALL AND COMPLETELY BLUE

and well

can’t argue with that

it gets chillier though so you all bring blankets and cuddle most of the games

all of the boys suspiciously aren’t cold at first until you and mark share a blanket

they’re so obvious GOD

with each time y’all share you get more relaxed around each other until eventually mark has one arm slung around you and your legs are hooked over one of his thighs while y’all Snuggle

renjun waggles his eyebrows at you every five minutes and you discreetly give him the finger every time

little ASSHOLE

college applications are due like. right now

you all apply to a nice university close by as a backup/safe place and then apply to more brazy places just to see if you can get in

everyone’s been real stressed lately so you’re like !!!!! hey imma throw a friendsgiving party !!! yeehaw !!!!!!!!!

and you invite all of them over

“everyone bring smth and i’ll bake a ham or smth,,, i swear to GOD if all of you show up with store-bought pumpkin pie. i will kill you and then myself”

“what’s with you and pumpkin pie?”

“jUST. don’t”

((((srry i’m projecting my hatred of pumpkin pie onto u reader heheehehheh))))

everyone comes over and it’s really chilly so you have a fire in the fireplace and you have a couple of your gal pals over too

your mom is nice enough to leave y’all alone for the night and she’s not hurt since it’s not real thanksgiving

we stan moms

you bring out the ham and someone has brought green beans and mark ,,,, tHAT ANGEL he brought cornbread stuffing do y’all know what i’m talking abt

OOO THAT STUFF IS GOOD

and there’s sweet potatoes and apple pie and all the Thanksgiving Essentials

jisung wanted to be a dick so he brought cranberry jelly

“why don’t you have some:) cranberry preserves:) , jisung” -you, every 30 seconds

everyone sits down to eat and it’s LOUD so you’re like shut UP !!!!!!!!!!

“every1 say smth ur thankful for :3333”

“my family !!!!”

“you guys <3”

“awW BOOO” - everyone, while throwing things at jaemin

“my life !!”

“that i’m happy”

“gay” -chenle

“minecraft”

anyways no one took it seriously until it got to mark

“i’m grateful y/n moved here :))))))”

everyone goes KSKDDIDI and you blush and you’re like okay ily mark JSKKD

everyone EATS A LOT and then you go sit in a pile in the living room

you go to make hot chocolate for everyone and when you come back it’s , interesting how there’s only room for you next to mark . hm

you pass out the hot chocolate and everyone reaches Maximum Sleepytime

at this point you’re too tired to give a fuck and you just flop onto the couch next to mark and curl up into his side

he puts his arm around you to pull you close and this mf presses a tiny barely there kiss to your temple

you look up and like talk with your eyes

did u just

i did

yeah

and then you just settle back down

it’s too crowded in here for any Moves to be Made

bUT YALL BEST BELIEVE WHEN ALL THESE YOUNGINS GET OUT UR HOUSE

you’ve got the karate kid on bc ??? who doesn’t love the karate kid and all of your cutie friends are asleep in various places

but once it gets super late you start waking people up and going hey i love you but your mom called mine like 8 times you gotta gO

you make sure everyone is awake fully if they’re driving and to text you when they got home safe

at long last

you’re alone

in your house

with mark

actually where is mark

mark has disappeared ?????

you start looking around for him and find him in your room ???

“you snoopin thru my things ??!?!??”

he jumps and is like uHH but you’re like nah you’re fine idc

so he continues and he was really just lookin at what kind of books you have and the little drawings and paintings and knick knacks everywhere

you just sit on your bed and observe him

let’s be real he’s nice to look at and you’d be perfectly fine doing this for uhhh the rest of your life

he pulls a book off your shelf and starts flipping through it until he pauses at a page

and his face blooms into this big smile and he looks hella giddy

and you’re like uhh hey whatcha lookin at there bud

and he just keep smiling and it’s a little smug now wtf

“when were you reading this?”

“oh uh i don’t know i got it this summer at that cute little bookshop”

“was it, by chance, the day we met?”

“i mean maybe??? why ????”

and he shows you the page and it’s tHAT oNE WHERE YOU WERE DOODLING BITS OF HIM AND WRITING HIS NAME ALL OVER IT

FUCK !!!!!!!

you immediately turn tomato red and snatch the book in to hold it tightly to your chest

“uhhh i do that with uhhhh eVerYONE I MEET”

“aw i thought i was special:((((”

he’s creeping closer to you this whole time until he’s INCHES AWAY

he gently pulls the book out of your hands and places it aside before grabbing your wrists and uncrossing your arms

“personally, i think it’s really cute”

you blush even more this man knows what he’s doing

you mumble a thanks with your eyes trained on his fuzzy socks what a dork

he releases one of your wrists to push your chin up so he can look you in the eyes

“do you really do that with everyone you meet?”

“,,,,,,, no it’s just you”

“alright cool”

and then he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you close til you’re pressed together chest to chest AW

he nudges his nose against yours and you close your eyes because your god daMN HEART IS POUNDING AND YOU CANT LOOK DIRECTLY INTO THOSE BIG PUPPY EYES

he presses the sweetest and gentlest of kisses to each cheek and then to the top of your nose

he presses one last lingering kiss on your forehead before he tilts his chin down to press your lips together

it’s so soft and innocent wow i’m going to SHED TEARS WRITING THIS

and he pulls away and you press your face into his neck in embarrassment

he chuckles a lil and rubs your back, leaning his cheek against your head

“hey, you down there”

you say “yeah?” but your voice is muffled by his neck and it’s more like eh ???

“my girlfriend y/n will you be ???”

what the fuck

you pull your head back so you can look at his face which is turning steadily redder

“uh what”

“shIT uh i meant will you uh bemygirlfriend”

your confused expression turns into a shit eating grin and you’re like

“what was that :)))) i didn’t hear you :)))))”

he groans and rests his forehead on your shoulder and pitifully whines out

“please be my girlfriend :(((((“

you pick his face up and hold it between your palms and he pouts playfully

“well how could i say no to that face”

and you smooch him right on those lil pouted lips

“yes i’ll be your girlfriend”

he smiles real big and smooshes you against him aw

wow so now you’re mark lee’s gf

LUCKY BITCH

lowkey you get a few threats but as soon as mark catches wind of that he stands on the statue in front of the school and announces that if anyone has a problem with you they’ve got a problem with him !!!!

and he looks like: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

you drag him down while apologizing to everyone in the general vicinity

mark is. veRY CLINGY NOW

i mean no complaints here it’s just

wow

you’ll be standing at your locker when BAM mark is wrapped around you from behind and you get a hey baby how’s ur day right in your ear

in gym class he restrains himself since the coaches are always like LEE KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF

but he always whines after and is like

:((((( but you look so cute in my shirt i wanna squish you

whenever mark comes over you force him to let you draw him at least once

each time it gets easier since you’ve started to memorize the details of his face and the knuckles of his hands and the shape of his shoulders

a lot of times he just comes over to watch movies and talk

he’s not an eloquent guy

(“you all look like pretty grass :)))” - mark lee)

but he gets what he needs to say out and he enjoys listening to you talk about whatever’s on your mind

you’ve started a glow in the dark star sticker collection to put on your ceiling and each time he comes over you put a constellation up there

so you’ll lay in bed and turn off the lights and just stare at the ceiling and try to name them all

soon you’ll just get sleepy though and press your face into his chest

he uwu’s every time :((((

after he’s done being astonished by his Baby™️ he’ll wrap his arms around you and stroke a hand up and down your spine wow

Real Relaxation Hours

your mom will come home and find y’all asleep and then SHE uwu’s and it’s just one big cute MESS

he loves to kiss you right as he’s leaving like he’ll lay one on you then RUN to the bus stop

p.s. maurice is on y’all every day saying he called it AY

his other favorite kisses are when he catches you off guard and just turns you around and kisses you and you’re like

I’m Confused But I Like This

lots of sweet pecks throughout the day and then longer slower stuff when you’re home and alone and relaxing

leaves hickeys on your neck literally just to be annoying

it’s oKAY THO DONT TELL HIM YOU LIKE IT

months pass and youve said your first “i love you’s” to each other and renjun is always like so when y’all gettin married huh

you both SMACK him simultaneously

but lowkey you would marry mark he’s the best and you love him so wHY NOT

but it’s early and you know that and you’re happy with what you have now :))))))

pls love and support our hardworking baby mark lee he is doing his best and i love him goodnight

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emilyjunk · 6 years

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prompt 11 for bemily?

“Dear Diary - Today I pet a dog. His name was SpongeBob (HAHA!) and he was really cute!!! I also took a Chemistry quiz and only missed one! It was a pretty good day. Oh, and we booked our flight to Copenhagen. I think tomorrow - ”

Emily snaps her diary closed as she hears the front door to the Bella house open and shut loudly. She holds it tightly in her lap when Beca slouches into the family room and plops down in the reclining chair.

“Oh, hey Em.” Beca looks tired. She’s in this really cool outfit though, with these cool pants and vest and her hair is super on point. Emily’s stomach flips and she squeezes her diary tighter.

“Um, hey Beca! Whatcha doin?”

“Thinking about the inevitably of failure and the real possibility of me applying for a job at Burger King.”

Emily frowns. “Um. Okay…”

“What you doing?” Beca’s eyes glance to the book in Emily’s hand and Emily blushes.

“Oh you know. Just writing and stuff.”

“Writing? Like for class?”

Emily shakes her head. “Um, no, not exactly. Just like, some of my thoughts… and sometimes I write songs and stuff…”

Beca’s eyebrows shoot up her forehead. “You write songs?”

“Uh. Yeah. Sometimes.”

“Can I… Would you mind if I like, saw one?”

“Oh…” Emily feels heat crawl up her neck. “Sure.”

She flips to one of her song pages and stands up, moving across the room toward Beca. But then her toe catches on the corner of the coffee table and she trips, the book in her hands going flying as she topples over.

“Ow,” Emily whines.

“Ow,” Beca murmurs. Emily looks up from the floor to see the book in Beca’s lap and Beca rubbing her cheek where a spot has turned pink. Emily blushes again when she realizes she’d accidentally flung the book at Beca’s face.

“Oh… sorry, sorry.”

But Beca doesn’t hear her. She’s looking down at the book in her lap and Emily’s stomach bottoms out. She scrambles up and peers at the page, cringing in horror at what she sees.

“Dear Diary - Today I got to talk to Beca a little after practice. She’s really cool and so talented. I added ‘making music like beca’ to my dream board. Now that I’m a Bella I got to cross that off the list and add something new! Beca is also like, unfairly pretty. I think I have like, the tiniest bit of a crush on her? She’s just so gorgeous and I know I told you this last summer, diary, but I’m a bisexual disaster. And Beca? Totally what my type of girl would be. Not that I think anything would ever happen because she’s Beca and I’m me and like, I’m obviously totally fine with that!!!!!!!!!! I just want to make music with her. If possible. Wish me luck!!! -Em xoxo”

“Uhhhh…” Emily stammers, her cheeks probably literally on fire. Okay not literally but gosh they’re burning. “I’m… umm. Hm…” She squeaks something incoherently.

Beca looks up at her, eyes surprised. She tilts her head, a smirk playing at her lips. “Bisexual disaster, huh?”

“Uh. Yeah…” Emily wants to facepalm.

“Hm. Same.”

Emily looks up in shock. “Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Then Beca laughs. “This is so wild. You know what my boss told me today? Basically that I have like, no talent on my own. So this is just…” Beca’s stomach shakes as she laughs. “Guess you’re gonna have to add something new to your dream board.”

Emily frowns. “What do you mean? Beca, you’re like the most talented person I know.”

Beca shrugs. “I just wish I could do what you do.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” She flips to the next page where Emily’s first draft of “Flashlight” is written. “This has like… awesome potential, dude.”

Emily blushes again, for a different reason. Her stomach is all fluttery. “Umm. Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

Beca chuckles. “I’m sure.” Then she hands the diary back to Emily. “Um, it seems like you need to go take a second to cool off, Legacy.”

“My face is really hot.”

“It’s pretty hot.”

Emily’s eyes grow wide. “Umm.”

Beca laughs again. “Just testing if you were really a bisexual disaster.”

“I am,” Emily nods vigorously. “I so am.”

“You wanna go out sometime?”

Emily drops her book in shock. “Like? Me? With you?”

“Yeah,” Beca smirks. “Me and you.”

Emily feels like a bobblehead she’s nodding so quickly. “Mhmm. Yep. That would be. Yes. Cool.”

“Breathe bud.”

“Yeah. Yep. I’m gonna,” she gestures behind her and picks her book up off the floor.

She can feel Beca’s eyes on her as she runs out of the room. She heads to the bathroom and splashes cold water on her face. Then she goes up to Stacie’s empty room and opens her diary again.

She has a lot of new information to share.

#bemily #pp fic #pitch perfect #my writing #minifics #Anonymous

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a-tardis-at-downton · 6 years

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@winonabyers @nourgelitnius, uhhhh... it seemed longer when i was writing it. Mini-reunion fic with Tosh/Jimmy feels because I marathoned series three in two days. I’m fine.

Jimmy Perez has always woken with the grey of the day stretching out from behind the gaps in his curtains, but today, the warmth of his bed pulls him in, beckons him to nestle deeper, to clutch at the pillows and ward off the wakefulness that threatens his peace.

His back aches, unkindly, and he absently wonders, even as he burrows deeper into sleep, if it’s a misty day.

When he does wake, when the light of the grey skies and the wind funnels into the harbor with a howl, it’s with a bleary blink.

His feet are warm, though he hisses when his feet hit the chilly hard wood, and he fumbles for his socks, tugging them on, a blessed relief from the cold that crawls up his spine.

It’s been a solitary few weeks, Duncan back with Mary, Cassie in Brazil, Tosh off in Glasgow, and everyone else in his life so busy that they’ve hardly got time for a pint. Even Sandy, reliable Sandy, is too busy with Jenny and the kids, and before Jimmy knows it, he’s on holiday to Glasgow, and Jimmy, it seems, is forgotten.

Jimmy rubs at his eyes, walking the path between his bedroom and his kitchen with a seamless knowing, but he starts, more out of surprise than hurt when his toe catches on the boots in the entryway.

He looks down and the boots are lined up in the foyer with his own, as if they’d always been there, always belonged there. A peal of laughter from the kitchen wrenches his from his rumination, even as he notes a second, similar pair of boots next to the other.

Jimmy Perez, known to all of Shetland as a good inspector, is apparently not immune to moments of absolute dumbfounded surprise. His mouth falls open, even as a grin tugs at his rough cheeks. Seated at the bar, knees tugged up beneath her chin, is Cassie, her hair spilling out of it’s loose braid, her head thrown back in a laugh. At the stove, as if she’d always been there, is Tosh, and Jimmy feels his chest broaden with all of the breaths he’d forgotten to take, and the tightness at his temples unwinds. Jimmy clears his throat, wary of intruding on this moment.

Tosh’s gaze flies to where he stands, and Cassie’s braid swings out as she twists in her seat.

“Dad!” Cassie scrambles off of the stool, and catapults herself into Jimmy’s chest, her head tucked beneath his chin as easily as it had done when she was a wee one. “I thought to wake ye, but I thought it’d be better for ye to have a bit of a lie in.”

“Cassie?” Jimmy leans back, studying his daughter, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks a rosy pink in the early fall nip that seems to wedge itself inside the small home, “what’re ye doin’ here?”

It’s not lost on him, the way a flicker of sadness darkens her face, but she smiles anyway.

“What, I can’t visit my dad every now and again?” she jests, her fingers toying with the wool beneath her palm, tugging him to her once more before she's off, slipping away from him. This time, he follows.

The stool next to Cassie's creaks beneath his weight, and the morning exhaustion still creeps in, tugging at his bones, even as he sweeps his hands along his cheeks, rough and unkempt, in an effort to smooth the creases from his face.

“We were on the same flight back, Dad, believe it or not,” Cassie says, her attention rapt on her phone as she types out a text.

Jimmy looks across the counter then, at Tosh, where she stands, keeping watch over the crackle of eggs in a pan, poking at them with the spoon in her hand.

“You’re back.” He’s never been eloquent, and perhaps there’s too much and not enough said, all at once, but Tosh smiles at him then, and the smile reaches her eyes, just barely, there, in the corners, and he finds that he might like to keep it there for as long as he can. The sudden clarity of the thought, the magnitude of it is enough to keep him talking, distancing himself from it, “they let you have some time away then?”

It’s in jest, and Jimmy’s never been very good at joking, and this is no exception, but it feels right, the way Tosh turns back to the eggs, silence reigning for a moment, before she flips the eggs and turns back around, her fingers clutching at the spoon as though it’s a life line.

“No,” Tosh says, and Jimmy feels his eyebrows knit together in confusion, and before he can ask, Tosh is answering, “I asked. To come back, I mean.”

Jimmy stares at her, then, and suddenly, he needs to speak to her, to ask her, to tell her, to tell her how much he’d missed her, well and truly, but before he can suggest it, Cassie’s across from him, snatching the utensil from Tosh’s grip and gesturing outside.

“Right, well, I’ll cook, you two, out— go have a chat. I’ll bring tea in a few.” Cassie turns a warning glance towards Jimmy, and Jimmy slips off of the stool.

“Tosh?” he asks. He’ll always ask, he always has, because it’s her choice to follow him, it always will be. He’ll never expect it.

“Yeah, sure.” Tosh shifts past Cassie with a fond squeeze to her shoulder, and walks to the door, pushing her boots onto her feet.

When he follows, his own coat tugged around himself, Jimmy joins Tosh where she’s perched on the wall just outside, and she seems so small, against the stone of the wall, against the grey and silver sea that stretches out beyond her. He hums at the way the wind whips across his face, a chill spreading to his bones, burrowing there.

He steps up, his thighs touching the stone, and stares out to the water for a while, waiting.

If he glances over once or twice to check that she’s there, well, there’s only the sea to say so.

“I can’t run from it, Jimmy,” her voice is soft, and he’s only heard her say his proper name a few times, but it warms him nonetheless. “I can’t pretend that everything’s alrigh’, ‘cos it isn’t, and I can’t be somewhere else. It’s like… It’s like I’ve lost a part of meself, and I weren’t sure I had, but I can feel it. There’s no use. Not when-”

Tosh stops then, and the gravel in her voice is thick and pulls at Jimmy’s heart, a press of bile rising up at the back of his throat as he thinks of Tosh, a good detective, a good DS, waking alone in a city that is not quite known to her, but not quite a stranger, trying to outrun nightmares that cling to her.

She takes a breath, and Jimmy hears her exhaling tremble, and her arms tuck tighter around herself, and Jimmy wants to kill the man who did this to her, who stole Tosh’s boldness.

“I’m home, now. Shetland is home. And I can’t leave. Who’s to say what kind of state the station might be in without me?” It’s as much of a joke as he’s heard her tell in months, and he guffaws at that, the kind of start of laughter that doesn’t quite finish, but she laughs too, then, a small chuckle, lost on the wind, and she turns to look at him. He studies her, then, and she’s pale and tired, and the ache of just being is there, etched into the heavy lines framing her mouth, into the purpling bags beneath her eyes.

“Ye sayin’ ye don’t trust my work without ye?” Jimmy says, instead of everything else he wants to say. There’s time enough for that.

“I’m not sayin’ that, only Sandy’s Sandy, isn’t he?” Tosh studies him for a moment, and it’s quiet then, but Jimmy’s not afraid of the silence that yawns out between them. It’s filled with everything he has yet to say, so he tucks his hands into his pockets and simply says, “Glad to have you back, Tosh.”

Later that evening, when Cassie is wrung out from the day of catching up with the goings on on the islands, and clambers off to bed, and the night looms on the horizon, Jimmy brings out a beer in each hand, offering one to Tosh as he flops next to her on the sofa.

“Will you stay, then? Really?”

“Yeah, I think I will.” Tosh thumbs the neck of the bottle, where the label peels off and flaps uselessly against her hand. Jimmy looks at her then, and smiles.

“Good,” Jimmy says, and he means it.

#jimmy x tosh #shetland bbc #shetland bbc fic #what in the world do i tag this as??

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daigina-3 · 6 years

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For the drabble prompt, no. 17 pls.💜

U didn’t say a pair so I’m gonna default to ma boys!! Hope that’s okay!! also I’m a slut for roommates so uhhhh we doin that again

Send me a prompt!

17. “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything.”

Isak panicked. Eskild was giving him those eyes, their new roommate, Even, just having left for school, and Isak just panicked.

“He’s so annoying,” Isak grumbled. Eskild raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Isak couldn’t afford to let Eskild know how not annoying Isak really thought Even was. How funny. Or cool. Or hot. Or tall. Or hot.

Like, really hot.

He hadn’t told Eskild anything- anyone anything yet, and Eskild gave him enough shit as it was. It was like he was waiting for Isak to come out, with rainbow confetti at the ready and a newspaper announcement on hold.

And as much as Isak loved Eskild- Isak couldn’t stand that. Couldn’t stand the constant knowing expressions, the asking for opinions on the latest Grindr date, the overly enthusiastic does Baby Jesus have a secret crush? You can tell me!s every time Isak reacted in any way to anything at all.

So he did his best from that moment on to pretend he could barely tolerate Even- around Eskild.

Around Even, however, it was almost impossible not to laugh when he made a joke, or smile when Even smiled, or feel like his stomach was melting when Even slung his arm around Isak’s shoulders in a probably very bro-like manner.

Isak wasn’t lying to Eskild- in a way.

In the way that Isak could barely tolerate being around Even- without feeling like he wanted to attach his face to Even’s face, or his hand to Even’s hand- or some other parts to Even’s other parts.

In the way that Isak hated being around Even- and feeling like a hopeless kid with a crush that left Isak with unsteady breathing and his face hot, while Even seemed almost unaffected every time they knocked shoulders or brushed fingers. Which was often.

In the way that Isak couldn’t stand being in the same room as Even- when Eskild was also there, because then he had to pull himself away from Even’s reach, tear his eyes away from his face, and bury himself in his phone in an attempt to look totally disinterested in the most interesting person Isak had ever met.

When he and Eskild were alone and Even came up, he made sure to roll his eyes, control his heartbeat, and even complain about him.

“He’s way too peppy-“

“He’s so touchy-“

“His taste in movies-“

“He’s woken me up twice on the weekend with his singing!”

All things he absolutely loved about Even.

And Eskild seemed to be buying it- he seemed apologetic whenever he invited Even out with them and did his best to do the most talking during their few house dinners.

He had this whole thing under control. Eskild was off his ass- and Isak? If dreams came true, one day Isak would be on Even’s.

Which is what Isak finds himself thinking as Even plops down next to him on the sofa- really, really next to him, so close that their shoulders are brushing up against each other, despite there being ample room- while Isak is watching TV.

Eskild is at work late today, and Isak won’t miss this chance to take in as much of Even as he can.

They’re quiet at first, as if it’s totally normal to press yourself up against your roommate in the middle of an empty living room and not say anything.

Then, Even comments on what Isak’s watching, because he’s Even. Isak rolls his eyes but can’t hide a smile, returns with something about how pretentious Even’s taste in film is. Even smiles so big, his eyes go all wrinkly and closed.

It’s good.

They turn it into a movie marathon. Even gets a bowl of popcorn eventually and sets it on his lap. Isak gets himself a blanket from his room. He’s got it wrapped around his bottom half, not wanting to give up the chance to feel Even’s shoulder pressing against his own every time he goes to grab popcorn, or their fingers brushing when they both put their hands in the bowl at the same time.

And when he sees Even shiver a bit, he can’t help but unfurl his blanket a bit and ask, “want to share?”

They end up both wrapped in it, their bodies touching all along their sides. Their hands knock together more frequently in the popcorn bowl, now half in both of their laps. Isak is relieved the lights are off and hopes that the glow of the TV isn’t enough to illuminate the fierce blush on his cheeks. He’s too nervous to even look at Even.

And when the popcorn runs out, Isak expects even to shift away just a little, cross his arms or fold his legs- but.

But what he actually does is lay his hand right next to Isak’s, and both of their hands are right on that border between them, their elbows touching and if Isak just movies one inch-

But in the end he doesn’t have to. Because Even, his eyes still locked on the TV, inches his hand so, so slowly- until they meet in the middle and slot their finger together and they’re holding hands, they’re holding hands, his hand is being held and it’s by Even.

And Isak doesn’t Even have time to freak out about that because not even a few minutes later, Even’s arm is around him and Even asks, is this okay? To which Isak responds by moving closer and tangling their legs together.

And then it’s better than good. It’s so, so, so much better.

Even’s arm stays around Isak’s shoulders, their legs tangled together, and Isak’s hand finds Even’s free one in the sheets and they couldn’t get closer.

They get through two more movies, cuddled up close, whispering commentary and jokes to each other- they don’t have to whisper. They just do.

They’re halfway through Little Shop of Horrors- which seems to be the one movie the both love and hate- when a bright light flashes from the doorway Isak’s head snaps ups to see Eskild, who’s wearing the biggest shit eating grin on his face and doesn’t look ready to put his phone down anytime soon.

A week ago, if you had asked Isak what he would do is Eskild found him wrapped around Even in the dark, he would have told you, “one, not gonna happen- I wish. And two, bolt out of there. No hesitation.”

But Isak is both not at all and completely surprised to find himself burying his head into Even’s chest as Eskild snaps a few more shots of the two of them. Even laughs and holds him tighter and Isak genuinely thinks he would never move from this spot if he could.

“Eskild!” Isak huffs. “Don’t!”

Eskild’s smirk is dripping with unsaid I Told You So’s- but, thankfully, he puts the phone away and holds up his hands in mock innocence.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “Just ignore me, I didn’t see anything. I was never here!” And he slinks past them, to his room. Isak can feel the smug rolling off Eskild in waves, even through his bedroom door.

He glances up at Even, who is looking at him with the fondest smile- and he feels the corners of his own mouth turn upwards.

He’ll have to get Eskild to send him those pictures.

#ask #drabble #speakfriendlotr #ff #this was so fun send me moreeeee u guys!!!

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somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds · 7 years

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Leverage of Tomorrow!

Here’s some cracky goodness for @marywisdom‘s birthday today! Hope you enjoy this mess, it was fun to write!

“You’re all wrong,” Mick declared, setting down his beer bottle and fixing the team with a look. “You’re going about getting the spear back the wrong way.”

Sara folded her arms and looked back at him, nodding for him to continue. “Then what do you suggest we do, Mick?”

Mick grinned, leaning forward in his chair. “Fight fire with fire.” He ignored the eye rolls and muttered comments. He knew he was right. “Hey, let me finish, ‘cause I don’t hear anyone else coming up with the good ideas. So listen to me, for once.”

He cleared his throat and continued. “The Legion is just a bunch of liars and thieves, and sadly, I’m the only liar and thief here, and I can’t do it all by myself. The only way you’re gonna get that spear is to steal it back. But you guys suck at being the bad guys.”

“So, again,” Sarah said, entertaining his motion for the moment, “What do you suggest we do?”

Mick stood up, and nodded over to where Ray was sitting in his chair. “Haircut, you’re with me. We’re heading out to Seattle, early 2000’s.”

“Sure!” Ray said, scrambling to his feet, always eager to help. “But, uh, why?”

Mick smiled. “I’m gonna find some people who actually know how to get shit done.”

When Sophie Deveraux opened her team's office door after the knock, she wasn’t necessarily expecting to see two men standing there, tall enough to tower over her, but she plastered on a winning smile and decided to play along.

“Can I help you two gentlemen? Do you have an appointment?” she asked. The one with the puppy-dog eyes brightened. Naïve, she noted, probably rich. Familiar face, too.

“Oh!” he said, smiling along. “We’d like to speak to an Eliot Spencer, please.”

The other man sighed, exasperated, but Sophie didn’t let anything register on her face that she didn’t want to show. Instead, she blinked and appeared slightly confused.

“I’m sorry, there’s no Eliot Spencer here,” she said. Mick scoffed out a laugh.

“Relax, we’re friends.”

Sophie finally let her expression dim. “That’s not really as comforting an expression as you may think it is.” She turned her head over her shoulder and said, very decidedly, “Eliot! a...friend of yours and his companion are here to see you.”

“Who is - I’m not here!” a voice yelled back. Mick stepped aside from Sophie and right through the doorway, not waiting to be invited in. Ray opened his mouth to apologize when Mick yelled back:

“Hey, Spencer, how’s that burn doing?”

Immediately the door to the kitchenette opened and Eliot came out, grinning. “Hot damn, how you doin’, Rory?”

Mick broke out into a grin and shook his hand, pulling him in and they shared a hug for approximately a nanosecond before pulling away. Ray was still a little stunned but Sophie nodded to him and he stepped inside. “Um, what - ”

“Haircut, Spencer,” Mick said as an introduction, turning back to catch back up with Eliot.

“My name - my name is Ray. Ray Palmer,” Ray stuttered. Sophie turned to him with a surprised look.

“You - you aren’t related to a Sidney Palmer, are you?” she asked.

“Unfortunately yes.”

“Oh,” she said, pursing her lips. “I - may have lifted a few things from him some years back. Just a few small diamonds, I was searching to find a piece of myself for a role - ”

“...What?”

Leaving Ray to Sophie for the moment, Mick turned back to Eliot. “Thought you weren’t a team player.”

“Thought the same about you,” Mick fired back, leaning back on the doorframe, shaking his head to get the hair out of his face. “So, what’s the job?”

“Who says I didn’t just miss you?” Mick joked.

“Yeah, I’m a real catch, Rory. But you got a job for us, don’t you?”

Mick grinned, full of teeth. “Yeah. You guys ever steal...time?”

Hardison was actually going to pass out from sheer joy.

Time. Travel.

Honest-to-god time travel. Interdimensional travel. Literal, actual superpowers. He was in heaven, and the only thing that would make this better was playing around with technology from a hundred years into the future. Amazingly, he was able to find a plug to connect his computer not on the Waverider and started trying to work his way into the system.

But he almost had a heart attack when he heard a chipper, computerized voice start talking directly to him.

“Can I assist you, Mr. Hardison?”

“Uhhhh,” he stuttered, looking around him frantically for the source of the voice. “Maybe. Who - who are you?”

“I’m Gideon. I’m the captain’s personal assistant,” the voice declared. “And I find your attempt at hacking into my servers quite amusing.”

“Uh, sorry, I didn’t - I didn’t mean to, uh, offend you or nothing. I mean, I’m just really into all of-” he gestured around him, wondering if she could see him “-this.”

“If you are curious, you could simply ask, Mr. Hardison, instead of hacking into the softare without permission.”

“I - I apoloize,” Hardison siad, sitting back odwn on his chair. “Could you tell me aobut this ship and, uh, all the tech stuff?”

“What in particular?”

Hardison grinned outright. “Everything.”

Parker narrowed her eyes from where she was watching in the doorframe before walking away, running to catch up with Eliot and jump onto his back. “Eliot!”

The man in question grunted, but adjusted her position so it was easier for him to support her. “Jesus, Parker, we’ve talked about this: I need a five-second warning when you do this.”

“You’ll catch me anyway,” she said back, then turned back to the pressing subject at hand. “Eliot, Hardison found a computer that can talk. What does he need us for, now?”

“Parker,” Eliot soothed. “Don’t worry. He needs us. Please - please don’t be jealous of an AI.”

“Fine,” Parker said, pouting as she held on tighter. “Where are you going?”

“Sparring off with Sara,” Eliot said, hoisting her up a little higher as he walked on down the hallway. “Do you think I’ll win?”

“Hmm,” Parker thought, resting her head on his shoulder. “First round doesn't count. I’ll bet afterwards.”

Team Leverage took up one side of the flight deck, and the Legends took up the other half.

“I can't believe you recruited thieves to help us,” Martin said to Mick with an eyeroll. Parker blinked at him for a few minutes, then turned to Sophie.

“Was that the insult?” she said in a stage whisper. “Because - because we are thieves. I don’t get it.”

“Do you have his wallet?” Sophie asked back, a slight smile pulling at her lips. Parker nodded.

“I’ve lifted a wallet, a knife, a couple tools, a Rolex, and a bag of Fritos.”

Sophie gave her a small high-five and then they turned their attention back to the briefing Sara Lance was giving.

“The main heads of the Legion are Eobard Thawne, Damien Darhk, and Malcolm Merlyn.”

Eliot’s head snapped up, then grimaced from where Sara had gotten him good at the base of his neck. “Did you say Malcolm Merlyn?”

Sara raised an eyebrow at him, then crossed her arms, hissing at the sting at her shoulder.

(The sparring match had been good for both of them, not having to hold back. But maybe they should have waited to do it until after the con was completed.)

“Do you know him?” she asked dryly.

“Seriously, Merlyn?” Eliot bit out, spitting the blood out of his mouth as his foot remained firmly on Merlyn’s neck, causing him to choke out a curse. “You - you run the goddamn Legion of Assassins, and you sent me some third-rate ones. I deserve better than that.”

Merlyn growled and tried to get up, but Eliot just added more pressure as he caught his breath.

“If - if I’m not honest, you aren't gonna improve.”

Eliot blinked. “Maybe.”

Nate Ford finally spoke up, addressing his team. “Alright guys, I have a plan. But I need to know how to knock out a guy with superspeed. Multiple times.”

Mick cleared his throat after swallowing his beer. “We’ve got these, uh, things that-”

“We are not lending some thieves that you just happen to know borrow any of the Waverider-” Martin’s exasperated interruption was cut off when he caught sight of Eliot’s hard glare.

“‘Scuse me,” Eliot said, his tone a few shades short of a snarl. “But your teammate was speaking.”

“Well, I-”

“Isn’t he a part of this here team? Why don’t y’all shut your mouths for a second and let the man talk?” Eliot snapped, and he leaned back against the wall of the Waverider and nodded to Mick. “Keep talking.”

Mick nodded back. “Thanks. We’ve got these things that can knock you out with a flash or something.”

“Does it look like this?” Parker asked, holding up the device in question. The entire Legends crew stared at her in disbelief.

“We keep those in our rooms, under lock and key.”

Parker shrugged, handing it over to Nate. “They were bad locks, what can I say?” she said innocently, flashing a grin at Mick, who returned it.

Nate cleared his throat, addressing his team again. “Alright, plan, plan. I think we’re going to go with a time warp.”

The Leverage crew nodded while the Legends looked confused. Nate only continued. “Okay, Sophie, I’m thinking Russian.”

Sophie’s eyes lit up. “Of course, Nate, nothing screams ‘seductive femme fatale’ like a well done Russian accent. There was this one time in Switzerland-”

“Yes, thank you, Sophie, but we need to continue,” Nate said, cutting her off. She gave him a narrow-eyed glare that meant that he would be getting an earful later that night. “Now, Hardison-”

“Comms are all set up,” Hardison announced, tapping away on his laptop. “We should have a standard connection, and I’ve set up all our fake IDs, except for Eliot, ‘cause, well, one of them already knows you.”

Eliot nods, surveying the room again with narrowed eyes, daring anyone to interrupt. No one did.

“...And if at any point we need to contact anyone on board,” Nate finishs, directing this point to the Legends. “We’ll call Mick.”

“But-”

Eliot turned up the glare and Nate Heywood went silent. Nate Ford cracked his knuckles and sighed. “Yeah, should only take us about four days.”

“Four days? We’ve been tracking them for months,” Jax said in disbelief. “You can’t just-”

“Yeah, you guys did all the surveillance work, thanks. Shouldn’t be too bad.”

The Legends all silently disagreed.

Four days later

Eliot came hustling back onto the Waverider, tossing the Spear of Destiny onto the floor and straightening out his neck, ignoring the bruises and dried blood on his face and arms. “Here you go.”

Martin actually dropped his glass on the ground and shattered it. Everyone’s jaw dropped as the rest of the Leverage crew, sans Parker, climbed back onto the Waverider. Nate stretched his neck as well, letting out a sigh.

“That was fun, got your spear back.”

Jax broke the ice first. “How - how did you-”

“Oh, it was just marvelous,” Sophie drawled as she came up behind Nate. “Time loop scheme, of course.”

“Classic,” Mick said, raising his beer bottle in celebration. The other Legends just looked confused. Nate rolled his eyes.

“Sophie, they’re not criminals, they don’t know the time-loop con.”

Hardison came up behind them, leaning against one of the chairs. “Basically, it’s a Groundhog Day situation. Make the mark think they’re stuck living the same day over and over.”

“Took four tries,” Nate yawned, itching for a drink. “Honestly, I thought it would have taken longer, Thawne looked like he was going to crap his pants when he thought they broke time.”

“And poor Damien, I had to spill his coffee on his suit over four times. Must have a second-degree burn right now,” Sophie sighed, blowing her hair out of her face. The Legends were still too stunned to say anything. Hardison suddenly straightened up.

“Oh, almost forgot, we got somethin’ else,” he grinned, then called over his shoulder. “Hey, Parker, you coming or what?”

“Here!” Parker squealed, rushing onto the Waverider. And she was dragging someone behind her...someone who looked pissed off, yet amused...

“Leonard?” Sara screeched in disbelief, and everyone’s jaws hit the floor again while Mick spit his beer out onto the floor. “You-”

“Did everyone miss me?” he drawled, letting Parker pull him all the way to the center of the room.

“How - how -”

“I stole him!” Parker grinned. “I mean, I stole a whole orphanage once and got them all ice cream, but Len was just there. You were - you tell them,” she directed to Len, and he grinned back at her.

“Yeah, so when the Oculus blew I kind of got sucked into the time stream and it just so happened that the Legion pulled me out first. Thanks for looking, by the way. How do you think the Legion came up with half their plans, they had me on background duty. Armchair planning. The worst,” he half-groaned, rolling his eyes for effect, before smiling again. “And now I’m back, I hope you still have room,” he said, directing a short glare over to where Nate and Amaya were standing, and they shifted uncomfortably.

Len noted this with satisfaction and walked right over to Mick, who had his arms folded and his eyes narrowed. Len tried the smooth smile to be annoying. “Miss me?”

“That was goddamn stupid, you know that?” Mick snapped, referring to the whole affair at the Oculus. Before Len could respond, Mick was already talking again: “You do that again, I’ll kill you myself. They gave your room away.”

Len winked. “Nice to know you missed me. And good thing I was sleeping in yours anyway, then.”

There was a choking noise from behind them, it sounded like either Ray or Martin. Len was sure he heard Sara giving a thumbs-up.

“Well, our work here is done,” Nate announced to his crew, and they all said their goodbyes the Leverage team, and walked off the Waverider. All was well.

“...Parker, did you steal a billionaire’s wallet?”

“He doesn’t NEED it, Eliot, he’s a billionaire. He could buy a billion wallets.”

#leverage #legends of tomorrow #coldwave #the ot3 #leverage of tomorrow #this is nothing but crack #but it was fun #hope you enjoy!

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