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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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Hi! I love your writing and wanted to request some headcannons of Fred falling for and eventually dating Rons female best friend, so like two-ish years younger than him?

let me tell you i love this idea.

i think up until like

honestly

your sixth year

fred would think of you as this little dorky girl who was always spending way too much time with his little dorky brother

also for the sake of the story Volde-BITCH isn't around

anyway

so fred's been out of Hogwarts for a year now

ron and the gang 😤 just graduated

and everyone is spending the summer at the burrow

Harry has already arrived and him and Ron are hanging out in the living room waiting for you and hermione to show up

Fred and George have closed shop for the week because it's the first week of summer and since hogwarts is out, foot traffic slows a bit

so it's a big ole' weasley sibling party in the living room

and george can't help but make fun of how fast ron shoots up out of his seat when a knock is heard

"Oi, Granger's here lads..."

"He's in love Georgie"

Fred and George were having a field day to say the least

"How much you wanna bet mum'll find them snagging within the next twelve hours?"

"Fred?"

"Freddie?"

Fred has gone silent

George turns to look at his brother and see why he is suddenly unresponsive, he finds Fred with his eyebrows up and mouth slightly agape

he then follows his gaze to the front door where Ron is and Harry are standing, talking to Hermione and a very grown up you

of course you are standing there looking h o t 🙄

you're wearing the tiniest pair of short denim shorts with a black belt cinched at your waist and a thin, ribbed tank top that looks like you've cut jaggedly to cover your boobs and the top of your abdomen

your hair looks freshly done, soft, and fred is willing to bet it probably smells amazing

George can't help but chuckle at his twins lovestruck expression, all for a girl he once nicknamed grindylow

"We shouldn't' be rude, lets go say hi freddie."

the smirk playing on george's lips has fred sending him a glare before he stands up

only he failed to realize you were making your way over to him to say hi

fred stands up and immediately knocks into something, or someone, and stumbles back onto the couch seat he had been sitting on just seconds prior

only this time the person he bumped into comes down with him

you can imagine Fred's surprise when he realizes his hands are on your hips and you have fallen onto his lap

both of you are kinda flustered honestly but youre playing it a lot cooler

"Y/n! You've grown- I mean you got bigger- oLDER...how've you been?"

"I've been good, Freddie. How's the shop?"

"It's gre-"

"you little grindylow, i would like one of those greetings too."

george cuts off his brother and fred swears he could turn him into a slug right then and there but instead he scowls as George quite literally picks you up from his lap and twirls you around

his expression lightens upon hearing your giggles but only slightly

pretty soon you're stolen away by hermione, ron, harry, and ginny much to fred's chagrin

ok to say that fred is having an internal battle would be an understatement

you used to be this little kid who was dorky and a shy

and now you have b o o b s

and this c o n f i d e n c e

that is just pulling him to you

george calls it love

fred calls him a dummy

imagine him walking up one morning and just glancing out his window

nothing out of the ordinary

only instead of seeing a still lake and calm meadow like usual

he sees you in a teeny red bikini, your hair pulled up out of your face, and your neck and chest glistening with a mixture of water and sweat

he quite literally chokes on his spit

"shut. the. fuck. up."

george is not happy to be awoken by fred's coughing

"it's just a bathing suit you wanker"

it is with lightening speed fred gets dressed and ready to join you guys by the lake

both of you will be drooling of each other and the best part is neither of you would realize the other one was doing the same

literally everyone catches on

since then everyone tries to force you two to be near each other

the table needs setting?

looks like you and fred are the ones for the job

there is a seat open next to fred on the couch?

every other spot would be filled before you even entered the room so you'd have to sit next to fred

obviously you guys start talking more

turn out you have a lot in common

and one night while he's laying in his childhood bedroom, thinking, he's like 'oh shit. im in love"

fred's never been the quiet type

and he's a fairly confident guy

so he works out a plan to tell you his feelings

hopefully it ends up with you two dating

fred can only hope right

so he pulls you aside the day before he and george have to go back to their flat and reopen the shop

you don't know what to think of it because he looks beyond serious

which is always worrying

"you wanna sit outside to talk instead?"

you asked after he kept getting interrupted by the loud talking coming from the kitchen

and what he meant to say was "i'd love to"

instead what came out was

"i love you."

"you...what"

it's all a whole blushing mess between the two of you

and to make it even better Harry and George heard the whole thing

george can barely breathe with how hard he's laughing and harry has a pained look on his face

seeing all this fred decides his best option is to flee

so he gets up to walk away

move out of the country

whichever

but you stop him

"I love you too, Fred."

when i tell you everyone stops

george and harry are silent

fred is not moving

and you are so nervous you can barely look up to even see if he's looking at you

but don't worry

fred strides over to you, titles your head up with his hand, and then pULLS YOU IN FOR A KISS

george and harry are dumbfounded

they are standing there just 😮

so you guys are dating now :)

aW how cute

ron is NOT a fan

but only at first

he does not like the idea of his best friend dating his older brother

but he gets over it fast

mostly because of hermione

she ships it aggressively

so does ginny

WAIT LET'S GET INTO THE RELATIONSHIP A LITTLE

FRED IS CONSTANTLY TEASING YOU ABOUT HOW YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN HIM

HE CALLS YOU BABY BECAUSE OF IT

or he'll make jokes about he's so much more mature and how he's such an adult

"you own a joke shop"

"are you even old enough to own a business yet?"

hes so annoying 🙄

but you guys love each other so much 🥺

and im fresh out of ideas and it's late so

enjoy this

tags:

@siriusement

@amourtentiaa

@vsawyer1989

@lifeofkaze

@theorangedrummer

@erinruby003

@famdomhideout

@an2402lths

@escapingrealitybyreading

@readyg0erge

@maybesandohnos

@therealhouseelvesofhogwarts

@onlyfreds-ficrecs

@fullofsourgrapes

#fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley imagine

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wastelandcrown · 4 years

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logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents

CHAPTER 6: don’t lose ur head (the terrifying tales of the grimm monarchy)

Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Roman is a teenager who makes bad choices EXTREME edition, Remus being Remus, Intrusive Thoughts, Minor Bad Parenting, so much swearing it’s insane (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please ask!! I love this freaking chapter SO much but I’m really scared of how it’s going to be received. All feedback is extremely welcome!!

Pairings: Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, One-Sided Logicality, Platonic DRLAMP

Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer @croftersjam15 @rainbowsixth @snaketho @wasinotwantedatthisexactsecond @a-soul-among-the-stars @sweet-razz-tea @the-cactus-lord

Over the course of the next month Logan learns that despite their reputations, Roman and Remus are the opposite of what everyone thinks of them.

Logan is the smartest person he knows, there is no way in hell he’d ever miss Roman’s multiple attempts to sabotage his role as Hamilton. Smart, and yet so oblivious. Each time Roman had tried to mess with Logan after he began cultivating a friendship with Remus he was miraculously saved from the torment at the last second. Remus is a hundred percent certain that Logan has no idea that he’s fighting off his brother at each and every turn. He’s not certain of much, so it’s saying a lot. There is a beautiful dichotomy in Logan’s logs of the events and the stories Remus tells about his brother’s scourge against his brand new ‘enemy’. On a page labeled ‘Roman Incidents’ in Logan’s succinct handwriting documents every incident through the month when Roman attempted to sabotage him.

July 20th - Roman tripped near my things in the drama room while holding coffee. When I went to check on my things, someone had removed the contents of my bag and filled it with around six pounds of glitter. If this happens again, throw the bag away. Glitter makes anything unsalvageable. You will keep finding it everywhere.

Remus knew Roman had been planning something. Of course he did. Though they didn’t share a room anymore, sneaking into it had never been exceptionally hard. Neither had eavesdropping, when it counted. It counted now more than ever because Remus had become unreasonably attached to Logan and when he heard Roman talking to himself and mentioning the name of his favourite little nerd badly he knew it was now or never. It took two excruciating hours of sitting still and listening to get the juicy stuff. He almost got caught by their mother twice. She’d only been home for three days and she’d checked on Roman twice in one night. If Remus told her about the amount of effort he was putting into something she might keel over dead from shock.

What a funny sight that would be to him. His mother, dead from the shock of his hard work to do something good, thumping onto the floor. He laughs a little, quiet enough to keep Roman from hearing. His brain supplies the rational next step of Roman running out of his room and distraughtly cradling their mother’s head in his lap. Roman sobbing. Roman blaming him. Roman screaming about how it was his fault. And it would be, if she died like that. Remus doesn’t think it’s all that funny anymore, but once the train of thought starts it can’t be stopped. He decides that eavesdropping isn’t fun anymore and makes his way to the kitchen, trying to shake the idea of his brother cursing him out for killing their mother out of his mind.

It doesn’t really work, but he tries anyway. The kitchen is full of distractions, good and bad. The knives in the block look so enticing to his self-proclaimed ‘shitty-dick-wad brain’, but the cookies he nabs from the cupboard are so easy to shove into his mouth that he figures it evens out. He sits at the kitchen island and doesn’t even bother to turn on the light. It takes six cookies in his mouth at once before he can direct his thoughts somewhere else momentarily. How in the hell is he going to combat Roman’s plan? He spits all the cookies onto the counter as his brother walks in, flicks on the light, and sighs deeply.

“You could at least do that onto a plate.”

Remus just shrugs, so Roman speaks again, “How’s your evening been?”

“Before like...five minutes ago I was really liking it.” Which was true, Roman slides into the seat next to him and picks a cookie from the box.

“What changed?”

“Shitty brain,” He replies, “Y’know how it gets.”

“I do indeed. Do you need anything?” His voice is surprisingly soft with him, to the point where Remus has to give him a confused look before deciding what to say next. He figures out how to fuck with Roman’s plan in that moment.

“I wanna go to Party City and terrorize the night staff.”

Roman only chuckles, Remus watches his twin put away the cookies and grab his car keys from the bowl on the counter.

“Come on then, we can buy some of those plastic babies you like so much.”

As Remus is falling asleep later that night, his chest feels warm. He attributes it to the upcoming scheme-ruining scheming. It’s easier than admitting that that was the first time Roman had willingly hung out with him alone since elementary school. He knows the next morning that Roman is most likely buttering up because he suspects Remus knows. Which is...fair. Even if it hurts a little. They get coffee on the way to the theatre and separate. They both have important things to do. The best part about their somewhat rocky-relationship is that they always know where the other is in order to avoid each other. Remus knows that Roman has gone to see Janus and probably make heart eyes and pine over him like a dumbass. Roman knows that Remus is off drooling over his arch nemesis. Today it is more imperative than ever. During practice Remus manages to steal Logan’s backpack while he’s busy.

He swaps the contents out with the six pounds of glitter he bought the night before and shoves Logan’s things into his bag for safe keeping. Nobody would dare look into Remus’ bag for fear of gore or weird pornography, even if he only has one in his bag at the moment. He’s shoving a small notebook in when he catches a title. “Hamilton Performance Experiment”. It takes literally all of his self-control not to immediately snoop. He makes it through, eventually meeting up with Logan and even carrying his bag to ‘be nice’ so Logan doesn’t pick up on the bag glitter. When Roman walks by with his coffee and “trips”, spilling his coffee all over Logan’s bag, Remus smiles.

“Oh! Logan I’m so sorry! What a terrible accident!” Roman cries, ever the actor.

Logan looks downright frantic as he lunges for his bag and rips it open. Glitter goes everywhere. Logan’s hair, Roman’s shoes, the entire dressing room floor. The look of distress fades from Logan’s face momentarily, returning full force when he realizes his things are missing.

Remus pulls them out of his bag in secret, walking to the corner of the room, walking back and exclaiming, “What a good prank Roman! You must be taking some tricks from my book!”

When he hands the things back to Logan, Logan smiles. He decides not to ask about the notebook.

July 27th - One of the props from the prop room was moved in with my things. I suspect Roman because of the look on his face when Remus took the fall for me.

Just because he didn’t ask about the notebook does not mean it left his memory. By the time he gets in the car alone with his brother he realizes that Roman is pissed off at him.

“Couldn’t you have left it alone? How did you even find out!?”

“I have my ways. Now shut up about it before I tell mom about that time in 8th grade-”

“Okay! Okay! I’m shutting up!”

And he did. However that included no longer voicing his plans out loud. Which meant Remus had to get creative. He was very very good at getting creative.

Dinner with their mother was much more quiet that week. Both twins brooding and not speaking with each other, their mother only prompting Roman to talk. It was too familiar in the worst possible ways. Remus despised his mother, but he knew how much his brother loved her. She was...well she was beautiful, intelligent, a very influential fashion designer, extremely supportive. Roman would go on about how perfect she was for hours. Sure, Remus could concede that their mother was beautiful, intelligent, and a very influential fashion designer, but whenever Roman talks about her he never says she’s at all a good mother. Especially not to him. He watches her laugh breathily at one of Roman’s shitty anecdotes from practice and decides he’s had enough of family dinner. He gets up and dutifully cleans his plate and places it in the dishwasher. The chef gives him a smile, and he smiles back.

“Remus, dear,” His mother begins in her shrill voice, “If you’re not going to eat with us, at least go and shower. Your smell is unbecoming.”

Then she turns back to her food like she didn’t just attempt to insult him. Jokes on her, it takes a lot more than that to hurt his feelings. He still ends up forcing himself into the shower for thirty-five minutes that night.

The rest of the week he’s more tired than usual, which the others notice. He makes an effort to not be, he really does. When his mom is in town, everything just sucks. He hangs out with Janus three times and Virgil once to get out of the house and away from his family. The other nights he spends sitting outside the convenience store with a monster or two. He ends up calling Logan one of those nights out of need for company. Logan chuckles when Remus makes up a silly reason for calling that he can’t even remember now, but he can remember Logan’s laugh. He listens to Logan talk about the book series he’s been reading and he feels a little lighter. He never ends up finding out what Roman has planned, but it’s so easy when it’s happening right in front of him. Despite his lethargy lately, he feels a fire lit in him when the missing prop is found with Logan’s bag.

Virgil and Janus are the only two teenagers with keys to the prop room. If Logan stole the missing prop, he would have had to steal the key. No one but the twins even knew Janus had a key, and Virgil was dead set on not letting a soul into the prop room. The idea that Logan, precious little innocent fucking lamb Logan, committed theft not once but twice enrages Remus. When they find it with his things, Logan is utterly baffled. Then he realizes the implications and his face pales. Roman calls for Thomas, spouting off about how Logan stole the prop and he should face consequences, when Remus laughs as loudly as he can.

“Hah! You guys are so funny! You think specs could ever!? Guess my prank worked out pretty damn good if you actually think Mr.Goody-Two-Shoes could commit such a heinous fucking crime!”

Thomas sighs, tells Remus to just ask next time, and leaves. Roman stares at his brother for a solid minute with his mouth slightly ajar. Janus and Virgil are both looking at him like he’s insane because it’s so obvious to them that Roman did it. Patton is looking not at him, but at Logan, with so much concern. And Logan...Logan stares up at Remus with the look of a small and confused animal.

“Did you really do that?”

“Of course I did! I’m the resident rat bastard, I have to cause a little recreational chaos.”

He’s pretty sure Logan believes him until they’re leaving for the day and Logan whispers a ‘Thank you’ to him as he walks by. He would have melted into the floor if Janus hadn’t put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him down to whisper to him.

“Why the hell did you let Roman get away with that?” Virgil is on his other side now with a scowl.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about JJ! I committed a very heinous crime!”

“Then why did Roman ask to borrow Janus’ key earlier?” Virgil asks, and Remus drops his smile to replace it with an annoyed look.

“He just fucking asked for it!? I can’t even believe I’m related to that half-witted twit.”

“Yeah,” Virgil scoffs, “Not really the sharpest sword in the armoury, is he?”

“Please, we’ve known that for years. What I’d like to know is what are we going to do about it?” This quieted Remus, but made Virgil smirk a little.

Janus continued, “After the backpack incident, and now the stealing incident, I’m half-convinced we have a brand new chaos demon in the group.”

“At least Remus’ chaos is fun sometimes,” Virgil mutters, “Roman’s just an ass.”

Remus gets away with being quiet as they talk until they get into Janus’ beat up old van. He doesn’t call shotgun, doesn’t slap the car's ‘ass’ as a joke, he just climbs into the back and sits there. He’s so quiet that Janus and Virgil are a little shell shocked.

“Remus?” Virgil asks quietly and pensively, it sounds just like that soft tone Roman used with him last week.

He’s quiet, Janus starts the car and clicks his tongue, “I’m going to shove Roman down a flight of stairs.”

“Don’t.” He manages, and the boys in the front seats go quiet. Virgil passes him the aux cord.

He plays “Call Them Brothers” by Regina Spektor and Janus and Virgil know that tonight will be a very quiet outing.

They’re sitting at IHOP drawing dicks on their pancakes in syrup when Remus’ phone rings. Janus and Virgil know who’s calling the second Remus sees the caller ID and smiles.

“Evening Logie-Bear, why do I get the pleasure of hearing your devilishly sexy voice in this IHOP tonight?” Remus says and Janus groans loudly.

“You’re at IHOP?” Is the first thing Logan says, which makes Remus smile even brighter.

“Yes, sir! I’m with Virge and Janny too, you wanna say hi?”

Logan sounds a bit contemplative when he mutters, “I was hoping you’d be alone...”

Eavesdropping Janus and Virgil make surprised faces, Remus smacks Janus in the arm, “Oh you were, were you? Why? Phone sex?”

“I wanted to ask for an opinion on a predicament.” Virgil smirks and Janus nabs his phone to speak for Remus.

“Remus would love to-Remus let me talk-You should come have some pancakes with us-Ow, watch the face!-and tell us all about how your science is going.” Janus can hear Logan hiding his laughter through the phone as Remus wrestles with him in the booth.

“It’s more of a philosophical predicament.”

Janus nearly sees red, eyes widening and making Remus cackle,“Why in the world would you ask Remus Grimm about phi-”

It’s silent for a few moments then Logan hears a familiar voice. “It’s Virgil, we’re at the IHOP on 81st and Green.”

Logan laughs brightly, “I’ll be there. Order something for me.”

They spend the evening with breakfast for dinner, and the four get into a fairly heated friendly debate about moral ethics. Janus isn’t sure he’s ever had more fun in his life. When he’s driving away from Virgil to drop Remus off at home, he can’t help but smile at Remus’ improved demeanor.

“Remus,” He starts after they’re alone, “I thought you and Roman were doing better, did something happen?”

“He tried to sabotage Logan twice for entirely selfish reasons, I wouldn’t care if he dies!” Remus dramatically cries.

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

They’re quiet the rest of the ride, and Janus gets out to give Remus a hug before he goes in. Remus ignores Roman’s questions about his whereabouts and locks himself in his room to try and keep his mood up. It doesn’t work, but he tries. He does.

August 3rd - Roman gave me a “peace offering” in the form of lunch. I am led to believe he was attempting to give me food poisoning, as Remus ate the lunch and has now come down with food poisoning.

His mother leaves for her office in Paris on August 1st. Roman cries and hugs her, says he’ll miss her, goes on and on about how it’s so terrible how she’s never home. He does this every time their mother and father leave, he has since they were young. Remus couldn’t give less of a shit. His plan now was finding out what Roman’s next move was. Which was hard because they were back to avoiding each other like the plague. They’d spent a few months getting better at being brothers, then one of their parents shows up and ruins it. This time it was great, Remus would never admit it, but it was. Roman made an effort when their parents weren’t around, a few months ago he started doing things like making dinner for them both and bringing it to him, offering to do a load of laundry for him while he was doing it, being mindful of his volume when practicing his singing and acting, all these little things.

He’d even started initiating physical contact again, which Remus couldn’t get enough of. Literally. An occasional pat on the back, a grab of his hand to pull him somewhere, a light slap to his knee or arm when he said something distasteful. Giving physical affection to Remus was something that seemed to be unique to Roman. It had always been like that when they were younger, and Remus didn’t think he wanted it to stop. Any time he thinks about it he always drifts back to his head against Roman’s knee a few weeks ago when Roman had carded a hand through his hair and then a few minutes later practically tackled him to douse him in perfume The shit smelled awful, but afterwards Roman had slung an arm over his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. That and the closeness with Logan kept him buzzing for the next two days.

Now there was nothing again. It was like Roman could turn off his affection for Remus and pretend he didn’t exist. Remus tried not to be angry about it, he really did, but he couldn’t stop the fire that he felt when the other people on stage got his praises and affection. Both of them were incredibly clingy, but Roman was so much worse at hiding it and it made Remus nearly scream. He piled all of his affectionate behavior onto Logan, and Logan never really minded. He’d place his head on Logan’s shoulder, hold his hand on stage, sit pressed up against him offstage. He loved it, he did. He loved protecting Logan, talking to Logan, existing in the same space as the dork was exhilarating. He hated having to protect Logan from his brother. There was no way in hell that Remus would let anything terrible happen to Logan, but there was no way he would ever let his brother’s stupid selfish decisions fall back on him. He knows he shouldn’t give a single shit, but he does.

His tiredness fades with his mother, but he’s still exhausted because Roman keeps trying to fuck with Logan when he knows damn well Remus won’t let him. The selfish ass. This time, Roman has the gall to pull his entire scheme in front of Remus.

“Logan,” He starts, his affected air is slightly dim today and his hands are hidden, “To apologize for my unkind actions, I have brought a peace offering.”

Roman hands Logan a little bag from a restaurant Remus swears he recognizes.

“Oh, thank you.” Logan says quietly, opening the bag and pulling out a wrapped burger.

Logan takes it out and inspects it as Remus wracks his brain trying to remember where he knows the packaging. It hits him right before Logan takes a bite. This burger is from the restaurant that gave Roman food poisoning a few months ago. It looks like the same burger too. At this point, Remus is half-convinced Roman is taunting him. He’s in a bit of a panic and doesn’t think before he snatches the burger and shoves it in his mouth.

“Remus!” Both call out, the wrapper is still on the end of the burger so he pulls it out then chews and swallows the thing whole.

He coughs and sputters for almost two minutes after, then shoots Roman an awful glare.

“What just happened?” Logan asks, extremely puzzled.

Roman is gawking at Remus again, “Why did you eat that!?”

“Fuck you that’s why, you horsefucking shiteating egomaniac bastard.”

Roman walks off in a huff, Remus lays on the floor.

“Are you alright?” Logan questions, handing him a water bottle.

Maneuvering onto his side, Remus takes a sip and his throat feels miles better, “I just straight up ate a burger whole like a fucking snake, how do you think I am dipshit?”

“Hm,” He pauses to think, “Bad.”

Both boys laugh, and Logan joins Remus on the ground.

“I am beginning to believe your brother has a vendetta against me.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Logan pauses, looking at Remus who is still occasionally wheezing.

“Are you alright...emotionally?” Remus wheezes and laughs at the same time, sounding something similar to a goose.

“‘Thought you didn’t know much about those, poindexter.”

“I do not. However, as your friend I feel like it’s important to ask.”

Remus just sighs, closes his eyes, and blows a raspberry at the ceiling.

“Me and Roman are complicated.”

“I can tell.” Remus laughs, Logan really is something else.

It’s quiet when Remus asks, “Do you hate him?”

“No,” Logan’s response is measured and confident like he’s asked himself this question a hundred times, “I don’t hate him. I think he’s got some things to work out, and is taking out his frustration on me as of late.”

He keeps talking, Remus covers his closed eyes with his arm, “More importantly, do you hate him?”

He almost rockets to his feet when Logan says curiously, “Or, more interestingly, do you love him?”

It takes him nearly two and a half minutes sat up and sipping water, watching Logan pack his things, to muster up the will to tell the truth.

“Of course I love him. Nobody else is gonna fucking do it.”

He could barely comprehend Logan’s response to his admission so he shoved it out of his mind with all the force he could muster, then waved a goodbye to him when he parted and left Remus with his mind.

He ends up going home early because his awful decision ended up actually giving him food poisoning. He takes a sick day the next day, and spends most of the time feeling like shit physically and emotionally. His brain has kept tabs on all the shitty feelings and thoughts he’s had and is now playing out a full length shitty horror movie about his life and his dumb brother and his shitty summer crush. Then there’s that conversation with Logan. The last sentence is running through him over and over again. He keeps coming back to it, though he’s sure Logan didn’t even mean anything by it. Seventeen words and his world was sent spinning.

“Ah, I understand, it’s hard to love somebody when they don’t act like they love you back.”

Logan doesn’t even know the half of it.

August 20th - Roman asked me directly to leave the production. Though I admire the effort, all it achieved was a quite awful night, and an angry lecture(?) of sorts from Janus. I do not believe Roman will be trying this tactic ever again.

Roman tries to apologize multiple times, but something angry and petty in Remus doesn’t accept any of them. They’re both getting more and more frustrated by the minute. By the time the thirteenth of August rolls around they aren’t on speaking terms again and everyone can tell that it’s taking its toll on them both. Remus acts out more than usual against people he doesn’t usually target. He scared an ensemble girl one too many times, to the point where she ended up slapping him. He deserved it, but it still stung. Roman poured himself into his role more than ever, but it only ended up stressing him out even more than usual. When his voice so much as wavered on stage it shattered his confidence.

It affected their friends as well. Roman spent more time with Patton and Emile, avoiding Remus and Janus as much as he could possibly manage. Janus rolled his eyes but just resigned himself to the tech booth with Virgil, Remus, and Logan. The only good thing that was happening lately was Janus’ newfound attachment to Logan. The pair's insane intelligence and love of debate meant one was nearly guaranteed every other time they were in the same room. It was exhilarating to watch, and probably exhilarating to take part in. Remus didn’t much care for debates, but watching Janus and Logan go at each other with an occasional snarky comment or new suggestion from Virgil was making him grow a fondness for them. At this point there was barely anybody in the theatre who didn’t adore Logan.

The staff, the cast, the tech. Everyone adored him. He was smart, diligent, and hard-working. He asked questions, didn’t undermine others, and respected the entire cast's talent at what they did. It was magical to watch everyone in the auditorium drift under Logan’s thumb. Remus was included. They were saving Say No To This until near last because of the lack of dancing involved, but it didn’t even matter. Say No To This was not needed in Remus’ seduction plan because Logan seemed to gravitate towards him with ease. He is a damn good friend and Remus is determined to make that boy his bride.

Despite his growing lack of sleep and reliance on caffeine, Remus is skating by just fine without anything bad happening. Until his brother decides to fuck with his life again. He’s on the thin line between being shitty in secret and full-on breakdown, Roman really isn’t helping his case. Remus is lounging on the floor while Logan reads in a chair next to the makeup mirrors. He hears someone enter, but isn’t bothered enough to move.

Ever the polite, Logan greets the newcomer “Ah, Hello Roman, how are you?”

“I need to ask you something.” His brother asks, and Remus turns his head away from the noise.

“Alright, what is it?” Logan sounds so measured and calm.

There is a long pause, “What is it going to take for you to realize you should quit?”

The calmness in Logan’s voice wavers, and Remus can hear it wobble, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! I mean, it’s obvious I've been trying to get you to leave, so what’s been keeping you!?” Roman raises his voice near instantly, that same childish selfishness burns from his tongue.

“It is none of your business.” There’s a dignified fire raging under his voice now, it’s like he’s been practicing for this.

“You’re not even a good actor! From what I can tell, you’re entirely uninteresting and way too intellectual to be here!” Roman continues, Remus feels the urge to get up but he can’t find the will to move.

“Roman, please think before you say something you regret.” Remus knows what Roman is going to say before it happens.

“No!” His brother is so typical, “You have no idea what this role means to me, why can’t you just leave!?”

That’s typical too, Remus opens his eyes and looks at the pair. Logan looks pissed off, Roman looks pissed off, and Janus is watching from the doorway.

“I try very hard to give you the benefit of the doubt in regards to your debilitating egomania, but it is beginning to appear as if your whole sense of stability and purpose is built upon some false reality where you need to be the star at every possible moment. Go to therapy about it, and leave me alone.” Logan spits this in Roman’s face, then turns back to his book.

Clenching his fists and staring at the ground, Roman looks almost defeated until he catches Remus staring and his face morphs into something so bitter he has to force himself to look away.

“No. I will not leave you alone until I get this part. None of you have any idea how much I need it.”

“Roman-” Janus speaks up daringly from his spot by the door, his tone is enough to warn him to stand down.

Roman’s eyes are squeezed shut, his fists are clenched, “I know we have the same face, but I’m not a failure like my brother.”

That sends Remus to his feet and out the door before anyone can say a word. As he passes Janus on the way out Janus tries to stop him but he pushes past him, past everyone, and out the front door of the theatre.

Janus turns on Roman in an instant, walking slowly into the room and shutting the door with purpose. Roman’s eyes are sewed shut and all the guilt he tries to push down floods him when he makes eye contact with his pissed off friend.

“Roman, we need to have a talk.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ts remus #ts logan #ts roman #ts janus #ts virgil #intrulogical #REMUS BABY IM SO SORRY-#this title could just be titled 'roman fucks up for 4k words straight' and it would fit #i genuinely loved writing this chapter and i hope it goes over well with yall #roman IS going to get kicked in the teeth with character development #the boy has been self-sabotaging himself so hard #Honestly after chapter 6 imma need to tag 'The Grimm Parents' A+ Parenting' like i'm on fucking ao3 or some shit #anyway!! theres the fic!! happy reading!!#Love you all and goodnight!!

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astralshipper · 4 years

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Ok time to watch new supernatural ep since I couldn’t watch live. Liveblog and probably tears below, enter at ur own risk!!

Oh god okay wait why are they being mean to that lady it’s a soup kitchen ofc she isn’t perfectly clean she’s HOMELESS, be NICE TO HER-

Okay good giv her soup!!!!

Oh shit walking down the street alone is BAD NEWS WHO IS SPEAKING

what’s up with rhis show and teddy bears- WHAT THE FUCKCNDJJDD YWAH WAS WAITING FOR THAT ONE ALRIGHT BYE KID

OK I STOPPED FOR A WHILE BC CAS SHOWED UP I GOT EXCITED BUT JACK IS SUCH A SWEETHEART I LOVE HIM HES SO EXCITED ABOUT MATCHING TIES AND HES STILL GOT HIS BADGE UPSIDE DOWN

jack has the talking teddy JACK HAS THE TALKING TEDDY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH HES SO CUTE WHAT A BABEY

Jack is looking him up on social media he really is gen z OH MY GOD “I NEED A PARENT OR GUARDIANS PERMISSION” “YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION” “I HAVE HIS PERMISSION!!!!!”

Cas there’s no such thing as too many cat photos

THIS DEMON WANTS TO HELP SO BAD IM CACKLIGNGN

YEAH STAY!!! Pls don’t make me regret being excited abt u two staying to help!!! I just want father son bonding!!!!

tag urself im the shitty mask

For fucks sake “at least for once it’s not us” FUCKING STOP

“WHERE CAN I FIND THE KOOL AID” JACK PLEASE-

U aren’t allowed to walk away from jack he’s a sweetheart smh. also hdjdjdjdn jack cas yall ain’t slick

GOD DAMN NAH JUST KILL ME ITS FINE ILL JUST DIE PLEASE also. Gotcha. Seven deadly sins ndndjd

jack youre such a sweetheart I care abt u so much

“I have more dads than most” IM SCREAMING I LOVE U TINY BOY BUT DONT PUT UR TRUST IN GOD DONT DO THAT JUST KNOW THAT UR DADS LOVE U!!!!!

I’m thriving on the Cas and jack content here this is all I’ve ever wanted pls dont make Cas go bye bye BC of this just let us have this one last go

fam if I’m going to hell for wanting to kiss girls then bring on the hellfire fuck all that noise castiel is not homophobic he is utterly indifferent to sexual orientation and Chuck is bisexual we have been OVER THIS-

Sam bringing home that bad news- HOLY FUCKINGNG SHIT JJFJ HI AUNTIE AMARA

I think Amara just called u guys stinkie. Amara can I pls get lunch with u I wanna have lunch with u!!!

Cas telling his story to the group why am I cryigg NG nggn,,, I JUST WANT HIM TO B HAPPY BUT HE CANT BE BC HE’LL DIE

HOLY SHIT HOW DID- WHAT THE FUCKCJVJJFJ WELL THATS QUITE SMTHN TO SEE

I gotta say. I understand that Amara not helping is terrible. But,,, I get it,,, yknow? He’s her brother. Her TWIN. Of course she won’t betray him that easily.

Mans gonna b dead

Yep! He gone!!

oh. oh dean is asking about HER. oh. Holy shit I’m gonna cry ok oh god OH GOD DEAN MAD!!!! HES PISSED. DEAN IS SPITTING TRUTH EVERYBODY RUN FOR THE HILLS. “I would never hurt you” why did that line hit me so fucking hard,,, I know what he’s doing, I know he’s lying, I know he’s using the cover that jack will be pulling the trigger to say he’s telling the truth. But like. Fuck that hit hard jfjffjf that felt comforting somehow, even though he fully prepared to rip someone’s head off

OH SHIT ITS SOFT GIRL???? DAMMIT OF COURSE IT IS. OF COURSE ITS SOFT GIRL.

OH I LOVE WHEN THEY TRY TO HURT THE ANGELS. CAS HEAL CAS HEAL IM FUCKIGNN CRYINGG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. “WHAT ARE YOU” BITCHHC I CAN S E E THE “IM AN ANGEL OF THE LORD” HE DONT HAVE TO SAY ITI CAN SEE IT IN THOSE EYES

CAs pls stop saying ur not a good angel ur an AMAZING ANGEL. THE BEST. wtfbfjfjjf

NONONONONONONO FUCK THIS FUCK THIS SO MYCH FUCK THISSSSS JACK YOU CANT YOU CANNOT WHAT GHE FUCJJ CAS TELL SAM AND DEAN TELL THEM RIGHT NOW

CAS NO NO MO YOU BETTER MAKE IT BACK YOU BETTER MAKE OT BACK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE IT BACK IM FUCKIGNGN BEGGING YOU JUST ONE MORE SCENE WITH EVERYONE TOGETHER. JUST ONE MORE. PLEASENFNFJFJ

#supernaturally soulmates #astras dumb shit #hunter in-laws #ethereal family #dark sheep of the family #astra watches s15

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poetastic · 4 years

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With you we might summon the gods and the stars

Alright sweet dearvils~

I am sorry this took so long, but you know how things go. You ask yourself – should I close the vote and your mind immediately goes not yet, not yet.

You, dear hearts, voted and the jury has come to the following verdict:

We are going to write a magical woodland tale, as suggested by @lovelorn virtuoso

What mystical shenanigans are happening in the woods? Is that a dryad stalking along the treeline? A family of magical tigers? Or some robot vampires? I don’t know. Maybe, I should be asking you all, because it’s up to you now – (I hereby vow to stop forcing as many TAD reference-jokes in here as possible)

Toss a ?how the hell does this work? to your dear hearts:

A designated ‘keeper of the story’ will be appointed later in the chat. They will write the first entry of our collaborated story and keep what they wrote in a document. This document is going to become the treasure chest that keeps our little adventure.

Say their part of the story will be this:

In a hole in the ground there lived two dearvils, who were eating yogurt. They had simply been trying to watch the office, when-

This, of course, is not the whole story. It is just a thread of the beautiful quilt we are going to weave together.So, the Keeper is going to write the last sentence of what they wrote into the group chat:

They had simply been trying to watch the office, when-

Now it is someone else’s turn to pick up the quill. They will write their part and send it via message to the Keeper, so they can save it in our treasure chest. The last sentence, however, they will post into the chat.

The quill will be passed from hand to hand and in the end – either when each of us has contributed something, or when we come to the mutual decision to end the story, the Keeper will post our tale full of surprises.

To keep how things are going visible, I will create a google document all of us can access, in which all last sentences can be read again – I will post it, tagging you all, so you have it available at all times =)

Once you picked up the quill, there is no real time limit to till when you submit your part of the story. This is supposed to be a bit of release and respite from the storm raging outside. However, please consider whether you actually have time and energy to put in before picking it up, so things can stay a bit dynamic.

I am open to all suggestions you have to make this more of an enjoyable experience. I am just spit balling here =) Also: if you have questions, just message me, I will try to answer as soon and as resourceful as possible!

Hope this can bring everyone a bit of joy in these strange times

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Ok, I hope I have everyone - if I missed you, or mistiped you name, or you are in this list and actually no longer part of the chat and don’t want to get any more notifications about this - feel free to message me ^^

#TAD gc #TAD gc shenanigans #The Amazing Devil #folded-paper-story #With you we might summon the gods and the stars

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reeree1500 · 5 years

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The Return- Part 10

Disclaimer: YALL IM SO SO SO SORRY.😭😭 I have been horrible and not updated this story for at least a month.😬 I can explain though... University has been kicking my ass and between that and my co-op placement at a law firm.😅 Ive had absolutely no time to do anything😩 BTW IVE MISSED YALL SO MUCH❤️And Ive read all your messages and asks. And yes my mental health is now better and y'all are so understanding and supportive 💕 honestly could not have asked for a better group of individuals☺️❤️

Part 1 part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 part 8 part 9 Part 11

Anyways onto the storyyyyy.....

Warnings: ANGSTY AF (kinda figured out that im probably a smut and angst writer at this point🤷🏽‍♀️), sucky ass grammar and spelling like always, my cliche imagination and the fact that Im probably a horrible human being😬😩 Also made it extra long cuz I felt baddd

PLEASE DONT KILL ME FOR THIS ONE😬

Taglist: @yanii-the-hippie @oceans-daughter-3 @peaceisadirtyword @laketaj24 @camatsuru @youbloodymadgenius @calum-hoodwinked-me @cutegyrl927 @wuxiesalt @readsalot73 @cindy-exo @affection-rabbit @amy8220 @mel0nch0ly @queenofallthyfandoms @limbo-limbo-limbo @ragnarssonsbitch @supernaturalvikingwhore @ifihadwings128 @paintballkid711 @jenny-the-lover @funmadnessandbadassvikings @blonddnamedhandz @hallowed-heathen @pinkrockstar19 @ivarthethiccness

Sorry if I missed any of you💕 Lemme know if you want to be tagged. Also requests are open, and I’ve got a ton of them to do and finish. Hopefully Ill be able to post them soon enough

Arthur’s POV

“Arthur please! Open the door my love, I know what it may seem like to you, but I assure you that its not.” (Y/n) pleaded from the other side. I sat down on the mattress in our chamber contemplating whether or not it was true. Should I believe what my wife so desperately is trying to reassure me off. Or should I stick with my gut feeling and tell her how I have felt for the last 4 years. Her constant pounding on the door finally gets to me and I make my way to open it. “I wish to be left alone at the moment (y/n).” Her arms circle around my waist and I can feel her face wetting by back with tears. “Arthur please, talk to me. Why have you run off. You know that I love you. I do not want him, all he does is bring me pain and you take that away. So please, talk to me!” (y/n) murmurs into my back. As much as it pains me to do so I pry her hands off of me and sit us down on the bed. All I do is long for her touch, but this is not okay. I cannot keep feeling this way and go on pretending that I could have ever stood a chance against him. “(y/n), look at me. I love you and I always will. But its evident that you love him. and I honestly can say that I know I will never stand a chance against him, because the thought of you possibly running back to him has always been on my mind since the day we got married.”

Her eyes showed so much pain that confessing this felt as if I was driving a knife through her heart. “Arthur, I love you. What can I do to show you that. Yes I confess that I was in love with him, but that was long ago and I have left it in the past in order to build a future with you. Whom I love and who I share and will continue to share beautiful children with. So please don't shut me out, Arthur.” She says leaning our foreheads together and holding my face in her gentle hands. “Ok, however I want to be able to process things by myself. So I have decided to have the guest room across the hall prepared only until I figure things out.” With out giving her a chance to fight back, I place my lips on hers and savour the kiss as if it were our last. Meeting her eyes was something I wanted to avoid as I knew that just looking at her broken expression would make me change my mind. I hastily make my way out of the room, but sneak a quick glance over my shoulder to find my wife staring off into the direction where I once sat. With tears streaming down her eyes...

Your POV

What had I done? Why was I such fool to not see what my husband was clearly going through? Millions of questions rushed into my mind about how to go about this situation. I loved Arthur, I was clear on that. But he spoke the truth, there was something in me that could not let Ivar go and it took hurting my husband and Ivar to figure that out. As I sulked I forgot about the doctor whom I had asked to see me earlier. I was having really bad stomach pains and my breasts were more tender then they had ever been. So I wanted to make sure that I was not sick, as that would have been the last thing I needed on my plate at the moment. “My Queen, are you alright? Do you wish to push back this appointment, I dont mind coming by later when you're better.” The doctor spoke from behind me. “Yes, it seems so. Ill let the servant girl know if I need you doctor. Im sorry for the inconvenience.” “Nonsense your majesty, it is my pleasure to serve you.” With a bow the doctor retreats from the room and Im left to my own thoughts once again...

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“(y/n), wake up... its seems that you fell asleep on the floor. Come on I’ll help you up.” Upon hearing Hvitty’s comforting voice my eyes flutter open and I cant help the tears that song come down my face like a cascade. “(y/n)! are you alright are you hurt anywhere? Why are you crying?” Hvitserk’s eyes scan my face and my body looking for the source of my pain, which is held in my heart, but he’ll never know that. “Arthur... He...” I try to find the words to say. “What! What did he do! Did he hurt you? I swear ill kill him!” With that Hvitserk tries to let me go and run out the door, but somehow I manage to stop him. “Hvitserk, No! He didn't hurt me. I hurt him... He believes that Im in love with Ivar, and I fear that their maybe some truth to it...” I say just above a whisper, with my head held low. “(Y/N), Ive known that since before you were married. It was obvious, but I would never say anything to you because I found that it was best if I kept such observations to myself, before I found out about your father.” Lifting my head and staring directly at him, I move my head to the side with a puzzling look. “What do you mean about my father, Hvitserk?” Hvitserk now mirrors the same lost look that I have on my face. “I thought thats why you and Ivar had gotten together, because Ragnar’s not your father...”

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Ivar’s POV

“Aghhhh!”Is the sound that comes out of my gritted teeth when the medicinal herbs are placed on my face. “That hurts like a bitch, get out! Ill do this myself if I have to. GO!” I yell at the servant girl who tried to cleanse and tend to the cuts on my face. “Ivar, please let the servants tend to you. I still cannot believe that Arthur punched you in the face. Hehehe, you deserved it though, how could you question the paternity of his children and not expect him to want to kill you?” Bjorn laughs as he chugs the rest of his drink down. “Well, if you actually cared about your children and the heir to your throne, you’d also be quite upset to find a Christian King claiming to be their father. Those children are mine! And its pretty evident, just look at Marjorie. She's my spitting image.” I snarl at him as the anger begins to rise in me again. “Ivar, thats your mistake and why you’ll never get (y/n) back. You believe that everything should be yours. And that people are things you can govern over, but they're not. Because those are children. And yes they may be yours, but you cannot take away what they have known because you want to be selfish.” He says with a stern look on his face, whilst getting up from his chair and making his way to the door. “Now get ready and fix yourself we have a intimate dinner to attend to with MY sister and the love of your life.” Unbeknownst to us, there was Freydis on the balcony listening to our whole conversation. And little did I know that it would come to be the thing I regretted the most.

At the dinner I notice (y/n) sit on the opposite side of the table from Arthur. This wouldn't have affected me if it wasn't for the look on both of their faces. They seemed distraught and broken. Arthur masked it well, but (y/n) was an open book for all of us to know exactly how she felt at that moment. Not much talking happened, besides Marjorie and Erik shouting at each other on who was better at riding. They reminded me a lot of myself and all I wanted was to tell them the truth, that they were my children and that they would go back to Kattegat with me to learn about the true gods and not the fable that had been told to them about their so called ‘God’.” “(Y/n) are you alright, you do not seem quite like yourself tonight.” Bjorn states with a concerned look that we all share. Even Arthur looks a bit concerned, but his body language makes it seem as if he is alright and nothing is wrong. “Sarah, could you please put Marjorie and Erik to bed? Its getting late for them and they have their lessons early in the morning.” She says with a stern and cold look in her (e/c) eyes. “Su...sure your majesty. “ At that Bjorn stands up as if to accompany Sarah, but is quickly stopped by (y/n)’s icy glare and venomous words. “Sit your ass down.” At that we all look astonished, but Hvitserk only stares at her with sadness and what seems to be sympathy. He must know why she is like this then.

Bjorn slowly sits back down on the table. A shocked look graces his face, as he cannot comprehend why she is acting this way towards her beloved older brother. “How long.” Is all she grits out through her teeth. “What do you mean, (y/n)?” My eyes meet Hvitserk’s own and the realization dawns upon me. She knows...

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Your POV

“Stop with the bullshit! I cannot take anyone else lying to me!” I scream as I bang my hands against the table, stunning everyone in sight. “How long did you know that Ragnar was not my father! How long have you kept the truth from me! How long have you known that Athelstan was my father!” I could careless about everyone staring at me as if I was a mad woman. I had been lied to my whole life. All I had known had been a lie, and the people who I trusted the most in this world had been the ones keeping it a secret from me. “(Y/N)... I..I’ve know since the moment you were born. But father had sworn me into secrecy and I could not break a promise. This doesn't change anything though. You are still my sister and you will always be.” Bjorn says in a haste as tries to come closer to me, but I step back and move as far back as I can. “Did you know? Tell me! Ivar did you know that we were not siblings!” Ivar didn't even have to answer. I knew from the look in his eyes that he too had been lying to me.

“I knew.” Arthur says staring right at me. “I knew that you weren't his daughter and I knew that Ivar wasn't your brother. But I kept that information from you because all I wanted to do was have you by my side. I’m sorry, for the pain I have caused you (y/n). Im sorry for being selfish and not telling you the truth, but I now see that I was wrong and as of tomorrow you are free to go back to your country. I promise that your title and lands will not be taken from you or from the children. May they be mine or his. But I cannot go on with this facade anymore.” Arthur says in the most calm demeanour as he stands up and comes to me. “You hypocrite! How dare you make me feel like shit for harbouring feelings for Ivar when you knew all along and knew that my whole life was a lie.” I scream as I run at him and slap him across the face. But before I can get another punch in I feel a strong grip holding me from behind. From the shocks and the utter feeling in my stomach I knew it could have only been Ivar. As I try desperately to release from his vice grip, my whole world comes crashing down when Sarah enters the room. With blood all over her.

“Your highnesses...Erik.... he.. he..” She tries to say through her shock. “What! What is wrong with my son!” Ivar, Arthur and I scream at the same time. “He.. he’s dying!”

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We all simultaneously run after Sarah towards the doctors quarters. Ivar with his brace on, manages to run faster than all of us and busts the doors wide open. if I wasn't so worried about my son or upset about the fact they all knew Ragnar wasn't my father, I would've been impressed. “What are you doing! Get away from my son!” At that Ivar rushes towards the doctor who is bleeding Erik out. Grabbing him by the collar he slams the doctor on the wall and his sclera go into bluish hue, showing that he is in danger of breaking a bone. “Ivar stop it! Let the man go, he is just trying to help.” “Help my ass! I will not let you harm my son, do you understand me! I will not let you harm him!” At that Ivar lets the doctor go, but not without staring him down. And the doctor looking like he is about to shit himself. Rushing to Erik’s side I notice something strange. The colour of his skin is now fading and his eyes have bags under them. But what hits me the most is the memory of Uncle Rollo teaching me about poison. “He doesn't need to be bled, he needs medicine. He’s been poisoned...”

“Mama! What is wrong with Erik! He will be okay right? He has to be okay!” Marjorie begins to say as she shakes with fear. Before Arthur or I could say something to console her, Ivar bends down and takes her hands in his. “Marjorie, listen to me. Your brother is a fighter and so are you. After all were related aren't we?” Ivar says as he lifts her chin. “Yes..I suppose that we are. Is it true what they say though? Are you our father?” At that Ivar turns to me looking towards me for permission. At this point I think to myself how hard it was to learn my whole life had been a lie and that I would not want that for my children, so I nod. “Yes, Marjorie I am your father. And no your mother is not my sister. It was something that we had to say because she needed to be kept safe.” He says ever so calmly. “Safe from who?”She questions “From my mother. Your grandmother.”

Cough*Cough* Spurts of blood cover me in seconds. My attention becomes focused in on my son again. “Where is the damn antidote! Please someone hurry!” At that Hvitserk runs into the room with a small green vial. “Here take this it should help him. Lagertha gave it to me before her and father left. Something about it would come in handy some day. Here.” Shoving the vial in my hands I open it quickly and lift Erik’s head. “Drink this Erik. It should help you, my darling. Please be strong, I know you're scared, but you’ll be alright ok. Everything will be ok.” I say through tears. Today had been the worst day by far. “Mira... please help my son. I know you're always with me, but please help me now. Pray for my son and ask God to save him.”

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A few hours had gone by and nobody had moved from the room. Arthur sat on the chair next to the bed with his elbows on his knees, looking straight and focused in on Erik. Bjorn and Hvitserk sat by the fireplace and were wetting some towels so that we could place them atop Eriks head. I sat on the bed next to my son and caressed his beautiful face hoping for a miracle. I had dismissed Sarah and told her to take Marjorie with her, but she would not budge. Sarah left, but Marjorie stayed and sat in Ivars lap asking him if Erik would pull through. Ivar was sweet to answer as best as he could, and I could tell that he truly cared for his children even if his demeanour wasn't the greatest. I knew that deep in my heart I would have to let him get to know them, but it still hurt especially knowing that he now was married. “Wait, where is Freydis? I haven't seen her since yesterday.” I say looking towards Ivar. “I dont know earthier to be honest, she's probably looking at some damn flowers anyway. Its best if she's far away anyway.” “Why would you say that about your wi-” “she's not my wife, at least not yet. Were not actually married, (y/n). I just said that to piss you off.” Taking a deep breath I go to stand up from the bed in order to fetch a bucket of water and some new cloths. Instead I end up on the floor cradling my belly, with a burning sensation in my chest and blood pouring out from my mouth. “(Y/n)! Mama!” I can hear the shouts around me. “Fetch the doctor! Now hurry!” The voices around me begin to fade and not before long I can feel myself drifting away.

“My baby... Save my baby...” And with that everything turns pitch black...

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southernbell91 · 4 years

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Some Secrets are Better left Dead Chapter 5

Warnings: Stalking,Language Sunday was slow as usual. I spent a majority of my day researching everything I could. The name “Nat” driving me crazy, obviously it was shortened for something Natalia? Natalie? Natasha? No matter what I typed in on my regular social searches I was coming up blank, I would have to dig deeper to find her.

Sighing I sat my laptop on my coffee table and rubbed my eyes, I glanced out my living room window only to see the sun setting. I gasped. I had spent the whole day working and didn’t even notice. As if on cue my stomach started growling. I got up and started pulling together a sandwich and some chips to tide me over, clicking on the evening news while I ate. After a few mundane reports one caught my eye, “Tony Stark to hold Press Conference regarding His stepping down, Monday Afternoon live from Stark Tower.”

I typed a text out to Dean quickly to see if he could get me clearance to attend, after a few pulled favors and lots of back and forth I was in. A press conference wasn’t my style usually too out in the open, but I needed to see if I could run into anyone important from Saturday night. Almost anyone. I Shuddered at the thought of running into the Man and the woman they called Nat again though. Although I know realistically it’s all part of the job and bound to happen again, sooner rather than later.

Monday morning arrived quickly, I got ready to run by the office before the press conference, I needed my press badge from Dean or I wouldn’t even bother going in. I told him I wasn’t making the meeting this week and he excused me, understanding I was busy chasing information. As I crossed the lobby Alice the receptionist grabbed my attention.

“Layla! These are for you” she gestured towards the beautiful spring arrangement of flowers on her Desk.

I blinked for a second before picking up flowers and the card, who in the world would be sending me flowers?

Staring at the Card it Said Star Bright Floral Company on the front, flipping it over I nearly dropped the vase in tiny hand writing it read

Sorry about my friend, her people skills are rusty.

No name,The Mystery man.

I hadn’t even noticed I had started shaking until alice asked if I was ok, I just nodded my head and started mindlessly walking towards my office. How had he found me? I never once told anyone where I worked. Why, why in the hell did he feel the need to send me that? Did he say friend? So they were there together. Oh boy.

I don’t know how long I sat staring at the flowers and card but it must have been a while because I nearly jumped out of my skin when Dean showed up in my office to give me my pass.

“Hey, kid you okay?” He asked concerned.

“Yeah, didn’t sleep well is all” I said looking up, putting myself back together. If he knew anything was amiss already,he would pull this assignment.

He just watched me skeptically before shrugging and tossing a lanyard on my desk with a pass on it.

“Whatever you Say, good luck out there today.” he said turning to leave my office

I thanked him before he stopped and turned back “Oh and Layla, please watch yourself out there.”

I nodded and smiled slightly, not entirely sure I could form words right now. Picking up the lanyard I studied it taking a deep breath. This was going to be a long day.

Before leaving for stark tower I typed out a text to wade. Sister Margaret’s tonight? I could use a drink and some information.

Wade responded pretty quickly Oh Snap, Yeah be there around 10?

I didn’t reply, wade knew I would be there. Sister margaret's wasn’t exactly the nicest joint in new york, not exactly a place you would expect to find a fairly successful male escort or a journalist hanging out but it was where you went to get answers.

I arrived at stark tower before the conference, joining the throngs of reporters in front of the massive building. Unlike them I had no desire to be front and center, I wasn’t here so much for the Announcement itself. No, I was here to people watch, I wanted to see who would be in attendance from Starks group, maybe even put a few names to a few more faces. Give me anything else I can use to dig into his background.

Prior to the conference starting I saw Happy Hogan, Starks head of security chatting with Colonel Rhodes to the side of the stage. Sam Wilson approached the two seeming to join the conversation, I continued my scan to see if I saw anyone else when my blood nearly froze. Standing just beyond the stage almost hiding in the shadows of the building was the mystery man, I had hoped he wouldn’t notice me but well let’s just say luck has never really been on my side.

I tried to ignore his gaze as the conference started, and kept a watch for anyone else. Especially Her. I really didn’t feel like getting cornered again. I must have been deep in thought or something, because for the second time today i nearly jumped out of my skin when my thoughts were suddenly interrupted this time by Sam Wilson.

“Sorry i didn't mean to startle you” he chuckled approaching me.

“You're good, i was just thinking” i said turning my attention to him, smiling politely.

“Don't blame you, these things can be pretty boring. So wasn't expecting to see you here, where's your friend?”

“Who dean?” i asked, turning my attention back to whatever board member was on stage talking. “He's not here, i'm here for work” i added pointing to my lanyard.

“Ah” he said glancing at the press pass hanging around my neck, then looking back at the stage. Well, guess that cat was out of the bag.

After a few uncomfortable moments of silence between us the crowd roared to life, Tony was taking the stage. Just as he stepped up the podium I noticed a tall blonde muscular man make his way towards Sam and I. Stopping when he reached Sam he gave him a few friendly pats on the shoulder as he greeted him,

“About time you show up” Sam greeted the stranger.

The man, who’s eyes never left me, smiled “Yeah I was coming to grab you, but now I see Im also saving this poor woman from being harassed by you” He chuckled glancing at his friend.

“Very Funny, Captain Chivalrous” Same retorted “This is Layla, we met at that Charity thing you skipped out on the other night” Sam said introducing the two of you.

“Layla this is Cap-” Sam was interrupted “Steve Rogers Ma’am” Steve said as he stretched his hand out to be shaken. I took it hesitantly at first. I had heard of Captain Rogers, he was a war hero having saved an entire battalion of POW’s single handedly. Slowly gears started to click into place in my head, I glanced at the shadow still watching from the darkness of the stage, if this was Steve Rogers that made my mystery man his best friend, Sergeant James Barnes.

I gulped as I released the Captains hands, things just got a lot more difficult.

“You ok?” Steve asked me, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah!” I said quickly trying to recover. “Just kinda listening, gotta have something to report ya know” I said, pointing at my Pass once again.

“Ah” the Captain conceded “Well I’d hate for us to keep you from your work” he said giving me a sly sort of smile.

“No, your Ok, I’m a decent multitasker” I said, mentally kicking myself, but returning a polite smile.

Steve was eyeing me, a look on his face that I couldn’t discern. Part of me wanted to believe he was really america’s sweetheart like everyone was made to believe. But something in my gut screamed that looks could be deceiving.

Just as Tony was welcoming Pepper to the stage, I saw a streak of red making its way through the crowd. Nat. And she wasn’t alone a blonde woman was in tow right behind her. The blonde glanced from Steve to me, obviously not liking the way he was watching me, an almost smug grin on his face.

“I told you to go grab Sam, not start giving statements to the Press” She said practically spitting the word Press while glaring daggers at me.

My heart started pounding in my chest, this was bad. This was very very bad.

“Very funny Natasha” Steve responded. “I was just making a new friend, you should try it sometime.” he grinned at her for a moment before turning back to watch me.

Natasha rolled her eyes at him “Whatever Rogers, we gotta go. Besides you're being paged, maybe you should try checking your phone sometime.” She said eying him before nodding back towards the stage. Barnes never having taken his eyes off the group, or me in particular, looked annoyed.

After having an apparent silent conversation with the redhead and a quick scan of his phone Steve sighed then turned to Sam “She’s right we better run” Turning to me, reaching to once again take my hand “It was nice meeting you Layla, hopefully it won’t be the last time.” He winked and turned to follow Natasha, the blonde woman just glared at me, I was very thankful looks couldn’t kill at this moment, then she turned and stomped off following steve and natasha. Sam said his quick goodbye and apologized for his friends behavior before following the group. The sounds of everything around me was muted as I watched the group quickly work its way to where Barnes was hiding on stage. I could see James and Steve have a very animated conversation their attention every once in a while turning to me before they finished up and head into the building just as the press conference wrapped up.

Yep, I'm so screwed.

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leelee10898 · 6 years

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Back to you Chapter 15 pt 2 - Leave right now.

Characters belong to pixelberry except those created for the story Summary: we pick up right where part 1 left off. Ellis is not wild about Leos return. Leo and Aria grow closer, and Ellie almost lets something slip out. Catch up here Rating: Mostly Fluff, slight NSFW Chapter/Title inspiration: Thomas Rhett - leave right now.. Thanks a lot for getting me hooked....@bobasheebaby!!

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“El, come onnnnn. Lighten up, Leo and I have moved past everything, its time you did too.” Aria whines, while grabbing onto Leos arm pulling herself closer to him. Ellie eyes The duo curiously. “Ellie, I know I put you in a terrible position after, well, everything in Europe, but I genuinely hope we can move forward.” Leo extends his hand turning on his charm. “Ok fine,! But if you hurt her again I will hunt you down and chop off your dick myself. ” Ellie threatened as she shook his hand.The waitress pulls up two more chairs and takes Aria and Leos order. “Ill have 6 honey barbecue boneless and a Pepsi.” Aria ordered. “What are your hottest wings? Leo questioned the waitress. ” homicide,they are very hot. “ she informed him. "Ill have those and a Heineken please.” Aria eyes Leo, you sure you can handle those Rhys? They are super hot.“ Leo shoots her a cocky grin "I think ill be able to handle them.”

The group engages in idle chit chat about whats been going on in each others lives the past few months before the waitress comes back with their food. Everyone eyes fall on Leo as he picks up his first wing. He rips off a hunk of chicken and chews not even breaking a sweat. He finishes the first with no problem. “They have a kick, but I have had hotter.” He takes a sip of his beer. Aria giggles “that’s why your super man.”

They finish their food and rob and Liz take off. “Hey, lets go visit Daniel.” Aria begged. She had not seen him since she left and she was wondering how he and Gary were doing with the wedding plans. “You know I hate that place, but Daniel has a heavy hand, fuck it lets go.” Ellie agrees as they jump up. . Leo pulls Aria closer “so where exactly are we going?” He asked. “A bar.. the one I worked at before I left for Cordonia.” They pull into the parking lot of the bar and wait a few minutes for Jay and Ellie to get there. Jay had a street bike as well, but wasn’t as skilled a driver as Leo was. They finally pull in. “Dude that’s a sweet bike.” Jay admired which turned into a full on conversation between Jay and Leo about bikes and the motocross circuit “If you two ladies want to sit out here and gab all night, Ellie and I are going to go get a drink.” Aria hollered motioning between the two. Leo grinned as he slid up to her side putting his arm around her waist. “My apologies beautiful, shall we.” He motioned with his other hand to lead the way.

They walk in and Daniel looks up from the counter. “Well look at what they cat dragged in, come here.” He ran up to give her a hug. “Hey everyone Aria’s in the house.” He shouted, the bar erupted with cheers. Many of her regulars she served were there. “Something of a celebrity here I see.” Leo leaned in close kissing her cheek. Aria smiled “This is home, this was my life. I spent almost every night with many of them.” She planted a kiss on his lips. “Hey Dan, Ronnie in?” She asked. “Nope.” Daniel informed her as he poured a beer. “Good, let me behind that bar, hey El Alabama slammer?.” She questioned her friend. “Hell yeah! Im gonna go grab a booth.” Ellie nods her head and walks off Aria saunters behind the bar.

Leo pulls up a chair. He watches her grab bottles of liquor pouring them skillfully into each glass. “So spill. Who’s the hottie?” Daniel gushed glancing over in Leos direction. “Easy there tiger, aren’t you engaged.” Aria chuckled. “Yeah, but you gotta appreciate a good looking guy, and that one is FINE.” Daniel fanned himself with his hand. “That’s Leo, my ex. And current, im not even sure what we are. I guess Friends with benefits? She knew that it was more then just sex between them but could not find the right words. . “What happened to Liam, that was his name right, the prince.” Daniel eyed her curiously. She had wrote him a few emails but had not updated since Liam chose Madeline. He is marrying an uber cunt. Were figuring things out. Oh Leo is his brother.” She rushes her words, regretting them as soon as they came out. Daniel gives her a stern look. “So let me get this right, Liam is a prince, which makes Leo a prince too. You used to date Leo, and then almost married his brother, and you’re here with him now?” Daniel shakes his head “Jesus Ari what have you gotten yourself into?” “Correction Liam is a king, Leo is the former crown prince but abdicate, hes still a prince by birth right. And yes, im currently fucking him. Wanna know anything else Dan?” Aria snaps. Daniel puts his hands up in defeat as Aria grabs the drinks she made,handing Leo his as they make their way to the booth. “Were gonna need a few applebombs Dan, can you bring em out in a few?” She shouts over her shoulder.

Ellie gulps her drink down fast “man I missed how good you make them.” She said sliding her empty cup across the table. “You know how strong I make them, you may wanna pace yourself or you’ll fall off the back of Jays bike.” Aria giggles. “What no shots?” Ellie pouts. “What am I new? I already told Daniel.: She slouched back in her chair. After a few drinks Ellie grabs Arias hand and they make their way to the dance floor. Leaving Leo to chat with Jay. He liked Jay, he was a decent guy and knew a lot about motorcycles and racing. He even knew of Leo from the racing circuit. Leo sipped his beer as he watched her move around the dance floor with her best friend. She was smiling, laughing and singing along with the words to every song that came on. A familiar feeling came over him, it was the exact way he felt all those years ago, watching her be carefree and having fun. He loved her, he never stopped loving her. He pushed it down, even marrying Katie he wished it was her. When danced with her at the Masquerade ball in Cordonia he felt it and he didn’t know it was her, not until he had the PI find out who she was. He loved her, of that he was always sure, but this feeling was more he was head over heels for her. He needed to tell her and soon.

They came back to the table, Ellie was already pretty drunk, she took a sip of Arias Malibu bay breeze “so Leo, you were married huh.” Ellie says with a bit of sarcasm. “I was, it did not work out.” Leo takes a swig of his beer, avoiding eye contact. “Did you have any kids?” She questioned. “No, thankfully Katie and I did not. I only ever thought of myself having children with one person.” His eyes flashed to Aria, her blush hidden with the already redness of her hot face. Ellie picking up on his subtle hint snorted. “That’s to bad, you could ha-” “Ellie, enough.” Aria warned, her voice dropped low and serious. Leo looked between both women, something Ellie mentioned, Aria did not want her to finish. Just then Jay comes up pulling Leo away “Hey some guys I know are fans they wanna meet you, come on.”

As soon as Leo was gone Aria whipped around her eyes never leaving Ellie’s face “what the hell do you think you’re doing bringing that up?” Arias tone stern, her stare was cold, a sad trait she picked up from her time in the courtly life. “Damn, look at you. I guess being around royalty has made you grow some balls.” Ellie spit back. “You know that is something I never want to think about, why would you say that in front of him?” Aria seethed. “Jeeze, sorry I wasn’t thinking. You know you really should tell him. One day, he has the right to know.” Ellie got up to get a refill leaving Aria alone to ponder Ellie’s words. She knew she should tell him, it had been weighing on her for 5 years, if she was going to move forward with either him or Liam she needed to Cleanse herself of old baggage. She would tell him just not here.

Leo, Ellie and Jay made their way back to the table. The mood started to lighten and the drinks kept coming. They settled into a nice groove, laughing and sharing stories. Aria rested her hand on Leo’s thigh, inching it closer every few minutes. A sly grin forms on his face. She moves her hand Dangerously close to the crotch of his pants, she can feel him grow against his jeans. He turns and drops his voice “what are you doing Beautiful?” “I have no idea what you are talking about handsome. ” she feigned innocence. “Ok, if that’s how you wanna play it.” He dips his hand under the table making his way in between Arias legs, he ran his fingers across her sex, she could feel the heat start to pool. She held back a moan as he continued to rub between her legs. She was so sure she had a wet spot by now. They were both so caught up in each other they didn’t notice Jay and Ellie leave the booth. Not wanting to have an orgasm right there she moved her hand away from his crotch above the table to grab her drink. She needed to cool down after that. He keeps his hand on her thigh his body facing her, she raises her glass taking a long sip from the straw. A familar song plays, she tilts her head back “ohh I love this song.” She sings along

Same streets, same party Drowning their problems in Bacardi Same people still talking Oh, I’m so over it, I’m sorry Baby, you and me could leave right now Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain’t so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and get out of here Baby, you and me could leave right now

He stares at her wide eyed and stunned. “You have a Beautiful voice love, how did I not know you could sing?” “hmm I guess its just not something that most people know.” She sips her drink humming the rest of the words to herself. “Dance wit me Leo.” Aria jumps up holding her hand out, He takes it and they head to the dance floor. He pulls her close as their bodies sway to the music.Leo sings along with the chorus.

Baby, you and me could leave right now Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain’t so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and get out of here Baby, you and me could leave right now Meet me out back if you like how that sounds

His voice smooth and sexy, she felt weak in the knees. She didn’t know he could sing. My god another to love about him. She was a goner, if she had any walls left they were completely gone now. She grabbed his hand and they made their way out the door to his bike. Leo twirls her around grabbing her by the small of her back, his other hand brushing her hair behind her ear. His lips crashed down on hers, their lips part and their tongues dance together, fighting for dominance. He pulls back reluctantly, leaving her breathless and light headed. “Come on, I want to show you something.” He hands her a helmet and they drove off into the city that never sleeps.

#prince leo #king liam #cordonia #choices trr #trr fanfic #trr #leo trr #leo roe #backtoyoufic #leaverightnow #thomas rhett

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Dark Arts + Love = Passion

A/N: once again trying something new... this is gonna be my first AU i think but thats not as important as tagging @luci-in-trenchcoats for giving me this idea... hope you enjoy this story...

AU=Soulmate

Pairing: Constantine x Reader

Summary: Constantine is the one that saved you from a demon, he shared his world with you, he brought you to the bunker.. but when Zedd comes back from a demon possession stopping of her own, she reveals a vision concerning both you and John... this is how it happened, this is how your journey with the famed John Constantine started...

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“My name is John Constantine. I am the one who steps on the shadows, all trench coat and arrogance. I'll drive your demons away, kick 'em in the bullocks, and spit on them when they're down, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone because, let's be honest... who would be crazy enough to walk it with me?”

NOW

Y/N (possessed): “John constantine its time i kill you and return your head to my master...”

John: “ya i dont think so, now why dont you pus-sac pig headed lowlife get out of this fine lady and leave now...”

Y/N (possessed): “you have no idea how to save me without saving her... you dont realize that she is watching everything im doing right now and she is screaming for your help but she doesnt realize that i have full control of her actions and her words...”

John: “i got news for you mate, the girl will be just fine...”

John lights his lighter and throws it at the ground and it forms a circle around you...

Y/N (possessed): “ill make sure she doesnt survive this John...”

John wouldnt allow another innocent to get hurt because of him... he did an exorcism...

John: “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu!”

with a lot of screaming and a huge intake of breath the fire went out as the demon left your body, you hit the ground with a thud, well at least your body did, your head however was caught by john’s lap...

there is always a reasonable explaination for everything but waking up with your head in the lap of someone that you didnt know was the weirdest thing you ever experienced...

John: “take it easy love... your still on an adrenaline high...”

Y/N: “where am i? what happened to me?”

John: “a demon took your body for a spin just so it could strike at me...”

Y/N: “a demon, what the hell are you talking about and who are you?”

John: “my name is John constantine, i specialize in the weird cases... this is gonna make this sound weird you and i are connected... its hard to explain but i need you to stay with me...”

Y/N: “ok but why am i covered in blood?”

John helped wrap you in his trenchcoat, you didnt reject his touch but you were shivering, John could feel it, you were emitting tremendous signs of power...

John: “come on let me take you somewhere safe where you can get cleaned up, and i can make you something to eat and explain whats happening...”

Y/N: “good something we can both agree on is food and a bath...”

John: “ay we can agree on those but i must warn you that what i have to say might not be what you want to hear...”

Y/N: “it can’t be the worst thing ive heard recently...”

John: “are you good to get up now?”

you nod as John helps you up, he holds onto you for a moment before hlping you get into the car...

As John drove you felt something, a spark between you and him... there was something there and you wanted to know what...

As John pulled up you vaguely co uld see the outlines of a house... a little cottage... but appearances on the outside isn't necessarily what it is on the inside...

your eyes were in wonder as John helped you out of the car, and you then walked with John into the house...

John: "don't touch anything these are all cursed objects, magical objects! you will learn more as time goes on..."

Y/N: "John what was that spark that I felt when I touched your skin... earlier lifting me off the ground made my skin tingle then just a few moments ago when you helped me out of the car.. what is happening?"

John looks around as if hoping someone was there...

John: "I don't know if now is the best time to discuss this... right now we need to get your powers under control..."

you backed up a bit from him as he finished speaking...

Y/N: “wait wait wait hold on a moment i have powers... what do you mean i have powers... im normal, i dont have powers...”

John: “thats where you are wrong love... you see everyone in one way or another have some sort of gifts... mystical or not, you however like me have gifts of the mystical kind...”

Y/N: “how do you know that?”

Zedd: “cause i told him...”

she comes downstairs and into the light... you back up and you look at John who is rolling his eyes....

Zedd: “oh no me and John arent together that is your job...”

Y/N: “what the hell are you talking about?”

Zedd: “im a seer i have visions... i drew this a while back, John has been trying around the clock to find you...”

she held towards you a piece of paper with the drawing of 2 forearms with joined hands but the forearms had names on them... one said “Y/N” the other said “John”...

Y/N: “this is impossible... how did you know about this???”

you rolled up your sleeve and revealed John’s name on your forearm... John who had his sleeves down rolled his up as well and connected his hand with yours as he revealed Y/N on his forearm...

you looked at John as he looked at you with the same fear that went coursing through your veins...

John: “bloody hell Zedd why did you draw this moment...”

Zedd: “i draw whatever i see John now if you dont mind im off to exterminate a demon problem nearby... plus if it wasnt for me sending you to deal with Y/N’s possession you would never have met her... by the way i saw that too...”

John: “cheeky little blitter...”

you tried to move your hand away from Johns but it didn't move...

Y/N: "what's happening? why won't our hands move?"

John: "Its the soulmate bond... it's a magical binding that happens when 2 soulmates touch with their marks... it signifies the binding of 2 souls together..."

Y/N: "so what does this mean?"

John: "it means we either at this moment need to announce the mystical bindings of marriage or consummate our soulmate binding..."

you were out of place, you were beside yourself you were talking with this guy who saved your life but turned out to be your god damn soulmate at the same time thats something that you never thought would happen...

Y/N: “my vote is announce the bindings of Marriage... so i have time to get my powers under control before we consummate anything... does that make sense...”

John breathes in lightly, his eyes staring right into your soul, his mind running wild with all sorts of thoughts...

John: “we envoke the rights of marriage bindings, anything that we do from here on out will have a great tole on both of us till the day when we stand up in church with the rings embedded with the symbolic binding powers vested in both of us... sub vinculo tenetur illas leges per quos magicae (bind us together under the laws laid out by those whose magic bound them also)”

the second john finished his lines the circle surrounding both of you was lighter but john and you couldnt let go yet... zedd came back and laughed...

Zedd: “you guys only did the first part... there is another part that needs to happen before you guys can have your arms back...”

you and John were now facing eachother the hands that had been at your sides were now attached one on top of the other. both of you sort of smiling at eachother the thoughts swirling through your heads of all the nasty options... Zedd pulled you and John out of it and back to reality as she brought up anohter circle around you guys and she smiled at both of you...

John: “what the bloody hell did we miss?”

Zedd: “you have to both agree to the bond otherwise it doesnt work... it has to be done with another person asking you both a question of course in Latin and of course you have to answer in Latin... are you guys ready?”

John looks at you and you at him as if trying to discover how the other is feeling about all of this...

John: “im ready if you are Y/N..”

Y/N: “lets do it, i cant wait to start practicing/discovering my powers...”

Zedd: “ergo consentire in matrimonium est vinculum universorum vincula? (do you agree to the bindings of this marriage bond?)”

Y/N: “Nunc munere in hoc conveniunt (i do hereby agree)”

John: “Nunc munere in hoc conveniunt (i do hereby agree)”

Zedd lowered the circle before speaking one final line as though to complete the binding.

Zedd: “Ecce ego unionem in magica huius benedicat constitutionis (i hereby bless this union under the magical constitution) you may kiss the bride...”

John leaned in at the sametime you did and your lips did the rest, before long your hands were freed but they seemed to do their own thing...

but thats when Zedd had a vision, she started sketching as you and John made out right in the middle of the bunker, she saw multiple things...

doves

rings

a cage

the demonic circle

a set of demonic black eyes

a broken knot

seeing all these things kinda terrified Zedd but she was just happy that right then her friend and her friends soulmate were happy but she finished sketching anyway and hid it in the back of her book... for the fear that if she told right now it would make things worse than they already were...

~thats all for now folks~

#au hit list challenge #constantine #constantine x reader #dark arts

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hwarangbangbang · 7 years

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yugyeom » finally

i got the idea of doing this from reading a bed sharing AU i found on tumblr, you can find it here. i take no credit for these prompts or the gifs i use, however i do take credit for writing these stories.

mark | jaebum | jinyoung | jackson | youngjae | bambam | yugyeom title - Finally prompt - “i have constant nightmares and i've always had someone to cuddle with. now, i realize we're not on that level but you're the only one here and i'm really scared to go to sleep.” pairing - kim yugyeom/fem!reader tags - drinking, nightmares, cuddling, im honestly a sucker for soft yugyeom, I can barely write it but I love it, even though he's older than me I like to believe I have a noona kink with him, ok seriously tho, barely anY NAUGHTY TIME ENSUES, kisses, friends to lovers? More like enemies to lovers type-deal word count - 2,790 words author's note - enjoy i fucked up my eyes writing this at 2 AM you're weLCOME IT'S DONE YAAAAY!

You and BamBam went way back. Way back to your trainee days when you were both still learning Korean and you hadn't been assigned to a debuting group yet. While you didn't speak Thai, you both clicked instantly. However, out of all the GOT7 members that you'd intermingled with, you managed to get along with everyone except the group's maknae. You didn't know what it was about him that irked you so much – to the point where it made you not even want to hang out with the rest of the members.

It ruined almost every single visit you took to the dorms. On the rare occasion that Yugyeom was at practice or in the studios, you would enjoy your stay, but other than that it was a pretty short visit whenever Yugyeom was home. The members would scold him, but him being the defiant maknae he is, it'd do little to stop him from glaring at you from across the room or 'accidentally' putting his foot in your way as you were walking throughout the dorm.

And to make it worse, he saw you naked.

Yep. I didn't stutter. He had seen you naked.

You were sleeping over during a break with both of your debuting groups, just a harmless slumber party with a bunch of seven year old's in the bodies of grown men. You were in BamBam's room, which he conveniently shared with Yugyeom and you were under the impression that Yugyeom wouldn't be home for another few hours since he was held up in practice perfecting his Hit The Stage performance.Oh, how wrong you were.You were in the middle of taking a shower, the door was shut and locked because I mean, you were a smart girl – your mother taught you to always lock the door and you were in a house of six grown men, why else wouldn't you? BamBam failed to tell you that the bathroom lock was faulty at times, and sometimes didn't lock all the way ever since Jaebum had to break it down after the boys accidentally locked themselves out. (Small lesson in Korean society. A lot of the bathrooms don't have tubs or showers – in Korea, most of the time, your shower is your bathroom. There's a shower-head and a drained in floor. That was it.)

You had soap in your hair, and you were getting ready to rinse off and get out, when the door handle jingled. You were concerned for a minute before you remembered you'd locked the door. And then with another jingle to the door, it opened and there was Yugyeom – drenched from his practice, staring at you with his mouth wide open.

Buckle up your seat-belts kids, because what happened next was a wild ride from start to finish.

You, being the normal human being you were, were startled and tripped back under the spray, clasping your hands over yourself to cover the important areas, you got soap in your eyes, in your mouth and up your nose, and fell backwards, earning a pretty good sized goose egg on the back of your head.

All while he just watched in complete shock.

And that was the last time you visited the dorms. That was three months ago.

Now, here you were in front of the dorm's front door, shaking in your boots as you looked down at the text messages on your phone from BamBam.

You need to come to the dorms, (Y/N).

We miss you, a lot.Yugyeom too.

(Y/N), answer me, please...

After the copious amounts of texts from him, you'd replied with a snappy comeback.

I honestly doubt that Yugyeom misses me at all. From what it looks like he's happier without me around. Try having your most private parts shown to the guy who hates you the most. It's not something you want to come back to.

It was beyond embarrassing what had happened. You couldn't even face him at the office let alone in his own house.

Yet here you were.

Come over. Now. We're straightening all this out tonight.

That was the last message you received from him. And it didn't sound like a request.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you rang the doorbell. Not less than five seconds later did you get a response, the sound of the door unlocking before Jinyoung was revealed on the other side. Honestly, he'd changed in the last three months. Grown bigger in his muscles and his shoulders were broader than when you last saw him. The time had done him well.

Jinyoung's eyes widened, looking down at you before ushering you in quickly with a loud, “(Y/N) is here!”

You heard several curses in Korean, followed by a stampede of footsteps before you were graced with six out of the seven members in the group known as GOT7. Yugyeom, as usual, was nowhere to be found. Everyone started talking to you at once, asking how you were, where you'd been, how your group was doing and why they hadn't seen you at the office. They were all quieted down by Jackson, who pulled you into a hug, followed by BamBam and Mark, then Youngjae, then Jinyoung and Jaebum just simply grasped your shoulder in a friendly-affectionate manner. When you all broke apart, BamBam spoke.

“Listen, (Y/N),” he began, grasping you by the shoulders. “We all miss you. Even Yugyeom. He's busy with PD-nim at the studio, but he wants to be here. Just, stay the night. Please?” he said, and you sighed. Same old excuse. But you knew how hectic an idol's schedule could be. Even now, looking at all of the members and seeing how they'd changed, you figured it'd be for the best if you left all that shit in the past.

“We have movies, Soju, and take-out is on the way.” Youngjae interjected and you once again, sighed. “Okay, alright, I'll sta-” You were cut off by Jackson roaring in success, jumping around like a big dork, all excited. And then the others joined. You were just happy you'd already showered before you came.

And thus the get together began. You set down your stuff and ran the first film. It was an American film called IT, and it thankfully came with Korean subtitles so the boys could enjoy it as well. It was about a killer clown named Pennywise who lured children to his lair so he could eat them.

Knowing how easily you got nightmares, this wasn't going to be too fun. But the boys seemed to enjoy it so far, so you decided to put your childish fears of clowns aside and enjoy your time spent with them.

You were wedged between Mark and BamBam, your two closest friends out of the group – Youngjae was perched on one side of the love seat, while Jackson was laying down with his head in Youngjae's lap. Your head was on Mark's shoulder while your legs were curled up to your chest. Jinyoung and Jaebum were seated on recliners, all of us watching in suspense when the door flew open.

And you screamed very loud. Louder than any ahgases that they were used to at concerts, burying your face into BamBam's shoulder while gripping his shirt tightly in your hands. And you had every right to be scared – not because it was Pennywise the Clown coming to eat you and steal your soul, but because it was none other than Kim Yugyeom standing before you in the dim light of the television that your eyes focused on after pulling your head from BamBam's shoulder.

He looked tired. He looked like he hadn't slept in god knows how long – with his hair mussed in his face and the bags under his eyes. It didn't look like the Yugyeom you knew, always snapping and crabby with a quick wit. He was the disrespectful maknae that you knew hated your guts with every fiber of his being.

And his eyes were focused on you.

“I didn't know (Y/N) was going to be here.”

Your eyes shifted from him to BamBam, who gave you a sheepish smile and you rolled your eyes. The room was visibly tense, you could tell even Youngjae, who was always the coolest of cucumbers – despite how much he hated them – was on edge. “I guess that makes two of us.” You mumbled quietly, looking down to your hands that were clasped tightly in your lap. “It's fine, I'll go-”

That had a chorus of negations and pleads go around the room, while Yugyeom was silent. After a while, he spoke. “Don't let me stop you from having a good time with my members. I'm going to bed.” He said it with venom in his words, practically spitting them at you before he marched off to his and BamBam's shared room, shutting the door.

You looked down at them, a small scoff leaving your lips. “Listen, he does miss you, (Y/N), he just has a lot going on right now...” Jinyoung stated and you sighed, leaning back in your seat. “Let's just finish the movie, please, I'm tired.”

No one seemed to refuse your request.

Halfway through, the takeout arrived and the smell of pizza hit your nose. You, deciding to be civil, grabbed a few slices and put it on a plate, walking to Yugyeom's door and knocking quietly.

After a few times, he answered.

And it wasn't how you expected.

His hair was disheveled, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and you'd be lying if you said your eyes didn't linger. You were a little bit younger than Yugyeom, but that didn't mean you hadn't had thoughts. Sure, he hated you, but he was attractive and you couldn't deny that. Gulping a bit, you presented the plate to him.

“T-The boys ordered pizza, I was wondering if you were hungry since you just went straight to bed-”

Yugyeom gently took the plate, “thank you,” was all he said before the door was shut in your face again.

Well, kudos to you for trying.

At least he said thank you.

You guys watched a few more movies, the Soju was drank by literally everyone but you – and honestly you could use it right about now. The members said their good-nights and went off to their rooms, all with either giving you a hug or a pat on the shoulder or a kiss on the head in departure.

And then you were alone in the dark living room after just watching four scary movies in a row. You shut your eyes tight, curling up on the couch under the blanket you were given and tried to sleep. And you did drift off only to flinch yourself awake a few hours later in a cold sweat, shaking with memories of seeing all the villains in their gory horror coming after you.

You got up from where you were on the couch, eyes shut tight still feeling along the wall until you got to the first door on the right – the only person who you knew you could go to right now, BamBam. He knew about your chronic nightmares and how scary movies affected you. However, BamBam wasn't the one who answered the door.

It was his roommate, Yugyeom.

“(Y/N), do you have any idea how late it is?” He growled tiredly, and you knew you'd just awoken the sleeping dragon. You immediately apologized, profusely over and over. Your voice was as shaky as you felt. “I-I'm s-sorry Yugyeom-ssi.. I-I had a n-nightm-mare and I thought B-BamBam was awake-” With an annoyed sigh, you were pulled into the equally dark room and the door was shut behind you. “BamBam's knocked out; he drank too much.” Yugyeom said, and you furrowed your brows as he laid down on his bed, scooting as far as he could to the wall leaving a whole lot of room.

Looking over your shoulder, it was true that BamBam was knocked out as you squinted through the darkness at him.

Dammit.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Lay down.”

He wanted you to lay in his bed with him?

Shyly, you crawled into the bed and got under the covers beside him. It felt tense, but not as much as you had earlier. Something had changed. But you couldn't pinpoint it. You felt the bed shift, and Yugyeom turned around to face you.

“(Y/N)... can I ask you something?”

Well, that was a change from the moody behavior you'd gotten from him the minute you'd met.

You rolled over on your side to face him.

“What is it?”

You heard a small sigh leave his lips before he responded. “Do you hate me because of that day..? The day I saw you, um, nak-”

You had to stop him there before your cheeks melted off from how hot they were.

“I-I'm not mad at you, Yugyeom-ssi-” This time it was him who cut you off.

“Stop with the formalities, (Y/N).”

You went quiet. The last thing you'd expected to happen tonight was have a late night heart to heart with Yugyeom. But lo' and behold, here you were. Another thing you didn't expect was for Yugyeom to grip you around your waist and pull you close to him in a hug.

Yugyeom did hugs?

You weren't aware of this, not in the slightest.

You.

Did not get the memo.

But here you were, pressed up against his bare chest as he held you.

“(Y/N)...” He breathed, and you tensed even more against him. “(Y/N), the only reason I've been so mean to you is because I've been fighting my feelings for you... for a long time-” Your breath hitched. He felt feelings for you other than hatred?

“I don't do girls... I've been in the industry since I was a kid I never got to experiment with girls.. And now that I found one I'd liked, I felt like it was wrong. I wanted you to go away so I wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of rejection but every time I was rude or mean or hurt you it hurt so much. Eventually I had to face facts.. I'm sorry, (Y/N)-ah..”

You were sure you'd pass out from shock or something, when it hit you.

You had feelings for him too.

It hit you like a damn truck.

“I understand if you don't feel the same- I-” his grip began to loosen when you gripped onto his wrist, stopping him from pulling away. “Wait, Yugyeom, I..” You could feel it on your tongue, you wanted to, but you were scared. What if he felt like he just wanted to be friends and he hadn't meant romantic feelings? That'd surely crush you. “Yugyeom... I-I feel the same..” You whispered, searching in the dark for his charcoal black eyes, which was instant.

“You do?” He asked, and you could hear the hope in his voice, his grip then tightened and you slowly nodded, biting your lip as he leaned forward to press his forehead to yours. “Yes, I do..” You confessed and a small sigh left his lips in relief. “Thank god-” he cupped your cheeks, kissing you deeply once, twice, three times, over and over.

And you weren't complaining. You entangled your fingers in his hair, rolling over as he pulled you on top of him, but he wasn't advancing to any further activities than just kissing. He ran his hands up and down your sides where your shirt had ridden up, a hand coming up to softly caress your cheek after you'd pulled away, just staring at each other through the dark.

Small laughs left the two of your lips before a voice had cut through the dark, snapping the moment in half like a set of wooden chopsticks. It was BamBam.

“Finally.”

general masterlist

#kim yugyeom #got7 kim yugyeom #hit the stage #yugyeom scenarios #yugyeom fluff #kim yugyeom fluff #friends to lovers #i tried man i did

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diefortumbrl · 7 years

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My Newest Serious OK KO theory.....

I have been a fan of the show for quite a while now and i’ve been constantly thinking of new possible theories..... Involving Laserblast, Venomous and Shadowy figure as U all know that it is quite a topic on the fandom discussion....

I finally came up with a possible theory that could be it.... WARNING this contains spoilers and shocking suggestions of my new theory..... U have been warned.....

I used to think that Shadowy figure, Laserblast and Venomous were all brothers...(Before something happened to Shadowy figure that made who he is today..) That theory could still stand if the big truth is revealed eventually on OK KO....

Now this one involves that suspicion of Laserblast and Venomous being brothers... I used to think that couldn’t be possible until now.....

A long time ago....

(I KNOW THAT’S NOT THERE REAL NAMES!!! But lets just call them that for just now....)

Laserblast and Venomous were young boys who dreamed to be heros.... Laserblast was the eldest and most gifted one out of the family... Having extremely good control and aim with his laser power....

He always trained with his friends who also wanted to become heros...

Venomous wanted to train with him too and become a great hero but Laserblast never lets him.... He tells his brother that it is too dangerous and he doesn’t want him to get hurt.....

Laserblast told him if he is ever in danger, he will always come to his rescue! Just like a hero....

Venomous never dared to question his brother.... He was the oldest... He know’s whats best.... Doesn’t he?

Weeks bye and months bye, Venomous has growned up watching his brother constantly train with his friends.... Venomous didn’t really mind... He just loved examining the animals that scatter about....

He loved to look after them if they where hurt.... Venomous just seemed to have a very special bond with animals...

Through the years, Venomous continued to examine the wildlife around him.. He studied different types of animals and unique human/animal species that are extremely rare.....

While his brother Laserblast has proven to be strong enough to complete the first official test into becoming a real hero....

He and his friends must go to the Shadowy caves which is told to be an extremely dangerous place where mysterious dark evil larks.... Horrible creatures that hide behind the shadows.... Larking to feast apon its next target....

But that was just an old rumour that they used for making up scary stories to scare little kiddies.... Laserblast was well old enough to know better.... Laserblast was going to show everyone how powerful he really is......

Laserblast took his brother with him, Venomous didn’t really want to come along.... But... Laserblast kept on begging him to tag along....

Laserblast needed someone to capture his heroic moment when he completes his test... Venomous always knew his brother was a show off.....

When they came to the entrance of Shadowy Caves, Venomous asked can't he join them... Venomous promised he wouldn't get in the way... But his brother forbid him...

He tells Venomous its too dangerous and he will be a lot safer out here. As Laserblast and his fellow friends embark to there final test... What they have all been waiting for all there entire life....

Venomous is left alone with his thoughts....He really hated it when his brother doesn't listen to him.... Venomous suddenly then spots a little cute mouse beside him.

It was nice to have company that wants him...

Venomous caresses his little furry friend.... He just seem to connect more with animals rather than some people that he knows.... Perhaps when he is ready, he can study to be a pro-

His eyes widen.... Venomous is face to face with a huge monster.... It was dark and filled with pure evil.....

Venomous threw the animal out of the way and tried to summon his powers before it was too late!!! He tried and TRIED!! He was never trained to ever use them....

Laserblast was on his final stage! His friends cheered him on! This was a proud moment for him.... Suddenly he hears his brother scream in pure pain!!

Laserblast froze... He turned back and ran as fast as he could!! Not caring about his last stage!! He just wanted to get to his brother on time!!

His friends went with Laserblast to help him find Venomous, running through the way they came. Laserblast screams out his brothers name multiple times!! But there was no answer.....

They make it out of the cave, Laserblast pants and tries to spot his brother!.. To his horror, Laserblast found his brother shaking on the ground....

There where bits of boulder and rock everywhere, it looked like if he was slammed into a wall....

Laserblast ran to Venomous and picked him up in his arms.... He saw nothing but darkness in his brothers eyes.... Venomous tried to spit his words out but there was nothing but gasps....

Laserblast felt tears in his eyes.... He yells at his friends to get help!!!!

Part 2......

(Sorry its cut short... A lot of distractions around me, like my irritating uncle and college life... If it wasn't for those 2 things, I would have had part 1 released days ago... But im gonna work on Part 2 tomorrow and hopefully to have it out before Villains night out.. Peace~)

#professor venomous #laserblast #ok ko shadowy figure

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mushmeyers · 7 years

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so my 9yr old brother watched newsies

here are some choice quotes (i only started taking them down a bit through):

talking about the delancey brothers fighting the newsies to stop them from striking "those two against these guys? they have no CHANCE" "those guys against just jack dont even have a chance!' "BOTH OF THEM HAVE LESS OF A CHANCE BEATING UP JACK THAN ALL OF THESE GUYS"

i told him specs’ name and he remembered it and i got excited and he said "how could i forget specs"

“i love specs”

when les smashes the delanceys heads together “yeah. YES LES”

"jack just looks BADASS!!!!!"

goons show up "who are they? the brooks?"

"oh... more boys to beat them up"

"i would LOVE to be in this fight”

davey, rolling the barrel with les "DAVEY DIDNT KNOW... HE DIDNT KNOW HE WAS IN HERE"

romeo gets punched "WHAT THE FUCK. ROMEO JUST GOT THE ASS WHOOPED OUT OF HIM"

he kind of just talked about crutchie all through santa fe he was so upset that crutchie was gone

"cutchies gone"

"I WANT CRUTCHIE BACK" x3

"I NEED SPANKS! AND FRESH AIR!"

"wait... is it specs or spanks?"

"I HAVENT SEEN HIM? WHERE IS HE" asking where specs is in the middle of santa fe because he couldnt remember him in the fight

me: “theres specs” him: “WHERE?”

katherine talks about the front page “but what about crutchie”

as king of new york begins "race... its just race"

"jacks at his.... air quotations PENTHOUSE" "specs... i dunno just... look at him . hes up on a table"

specs doing his fast tapping "was he the one like TELLELELELELELLELE"

they all start tapping at once "oh jeez... sick"

“what’s her name” he forgot katherines name in the middle of king of new york

king of new york ends “is that the end???”

romeo walking on his hands "YEAH GO ROMEO"

letter from the refuge... “OH. HES IN PRISON. JACK ESCAPED FROM THAT PLACE"

i guess i wasnt much help anyway "oh shut up. you were. well you couldnt have done anything" (i cried when he said this)

‘oh yeah jack, this is crutchie by the way’ “snort who else would he think it was? just saying”

your brother, crutchie “ oh... OH YEAH”

"is that jack? whats he doing? oh hes a painter now"

"i like danny" (danny?) "davey"

"hes happy because hes like a little brother..." talking about les and jack. rip davey

"I SWEAR SHE LIKES DAVEY MORE THAN JACK. IM JUST SAYING. or she mores friends with davey than jack"

in watch what happens reprise "theyre like the four main characters. oh and crutchie. its just that hes not here"

"THATS HIS DAUGHTER? HIS DAUGHTER?"

when jack said that pulitzer stinks "he sounds like a little kid" and then imitated jack

pulitzer says cowboy or convict “ cowboy then. YIPEEYAW, PCHEW PCHEW”

what they doing? OH ITS BROOKLYNS! its the brooklyn people! but its actually just them. oh no... the front row... that guys the same guy as before. points at spot (me: hes not new) oh but points at elmer that guys not new. brooklyn. howd they get brooklyn. HOW COME BROOKLYN ARE THE TOP NEWSIES?

when jacks not at the strike ‘is that davey? daveys the new man, right?’

"everyones afraid of... of jack now right"

jack and katherine kiss "......oookAY"

"she probably did that to calm him down"

"this...based on a true story? is it!?"

about a whole minute of him just trying to get comfortable and not paying attention to something to believe in

"im just saying...she seemed like an asshole at the start. one of those posh assholes. right?"

"im looking closely and... if they kiss... do they actually kiss... some tv shows they actually.. have to kiss. in the thing... they actually.. kiss"

in the middle of something to believe in he started ranting about spot? "know that lil short guy? no the um... the brooklyn. i wouldnt be scared of him. hes the same height as me. hes a tOUGH GUY. he pushed jack. so? im just saying. what's so badass about that? whys everyone scared about him"

quietly in the middle of once and for all “ "i love this movie"

another rant about spot in the middle of once and for all this time "he DOES look tough... but whys everyone scared of him? is it because... he's tough? okay im just saying when he banged that wooden thing... he wasnt even close to how hard the delanceys banged it. not NEARLY as hard. this was him (gentle hit) and this was them (HARD HIT) ... im just saying but they hit it way harder"

"oh yeah. jack... jack banged it EVEN HARDER. with the cloth. hes just like. ... BLOGHUGHG !!! (bangs rlly hard) he was Angry"

"THEYRE INCLUDING THE AUDIENCE IN IT... LIKE THE AUDIENCE IS ALL THE NEW YORK"

(me: theres spot) him: laughs

roosevelt is on screen "i like him. like his moustache."

when jack freaks out about teddy shaking his hand "WHAT HAVE I BEEN TOUCHED BY!"

(deep, southern voice) "ITS A COMPRAMISE WE CAN ALL LIVE WITH"

pulitzer and jack spit and shake hands. “UGGGHHHH. HE DIDNT EVEN SPIT”

"i like romeo. LOOK AT HIS FUNKY SOCKS, THE ONLY ONE WITH FUNKY SOCKS"

"wait. just think. the idea that davey said at the start... is now the end.... (leans over and pauses newsies) he said any of the papers you dont sell... we buy back (does mind blown action)”

"YAY. CRUTCHIE (VOICE GOES UP 10 OCTAVES) CRUUTCHIE!!!!!! YEEEEAHHHHHH"

when katherine and jack were talking at the end "i dont feel..." "santa fe. is that even a real place?" and then burped very loudly

(me: that ones albert, the one with the red hair) “whos albert” (me: the one with red hair) sean: but who is he. am i supposed to just... know some guy called albert

"whos that? ...thats some guy from brooks"

"OH YES (claps) SPEC. DID YOU SEE SPECS SWEET MOVES!??!?!?! IN MIDAIR YOU CANT SEE ITS SPECS"

“ ok wheres jack. wheres jack. OH HERE HE COMES. wiat wheres jack. oh here. jeremy jordan. is it jeremy jordan?”

tag yourself as something he said im his spot insults

#newsies #newsies live #phi speak

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elliewithcellie · 6 years

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Get to Know Your Writer

Hi guyyyyys. I was tagged by @hunterswearingplaid *checks watch* too dang long ago, so here it is. Enjoy?

1. Pens or Pencils?

Pencils. Absolutely pencils. I love the process of erasing stupid ideas ha.

2. Have you ever drawn your OCs?

...no...maybe...but that was a long time ago... But I have drawn what my cello and ukulele would look like as people. I’m insane.

3. Does your writing ever make you cry?

Yes yes yes. I’m an emotional person, but if you have read Just Pretend, you know very well why.

4. If your muse was a person, what would they look like?

So I just had to look up what muse means...it would be a nerdy girl in glasses who spits out random phrases that make me go “oooo I could do something with that...”

5. Which of your pieces would you like to be remembered for?

I would say Just Pretend for now, just because it means so much to me, but also Crash...which I haven't updated since this summer, but it’s still in the works. Trust me!

6. How much have you written or worked on your WIP today?

Zero work on story. BUT. I am going to look through writing prompts to see if I can get a ball rolling for a short story.

7. Have you ever based a piece (or part of a piece) off a dream?

No. I don’t think so. Almost all of my stories start with the idea “what if....”

8. Do you prefer silence, a little noise or a lot of noise when you’re writing?

Ummmm... it depends on my mood. Usually I keep it quiet. There is something about the clicking of the keyboard that inspires me to continue.

9. Do you have any routines before you sit down to write?

Before I type away, I write down my “what ifs” in a notebook. I go through asking myself different questions of how each moment of the story could play out. Once I have a good chunk of an idea laid out, I write out an outline. I love writing it out in pencil and feeling a complete story before actually diving in on the computer.

10. Have you ever participated in NaNoWriMo or any such camp?

I have never heard of this! I have to do some looking into that.

Cool, cool, cool. There’s a bit of me. I’d like to tag @ericaprice2008 and EVERYONE ELSE BECAUSE IM CURIOUS! Ok. I’m still typing for no reason...ok bye.

#This is me #not spn #not anything important lol #idk but this was fun

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I've been following you for a really long time and this is the first time I've ever wanted to ask you a question. But why would you go camping alone without any light? That's just a really dumb thing to do...

(in ref to my tags here im pretty sure)

gather round, dear followers, for a series of anecdotes from Hell Camp, the source of my best and worst stories

when i was twelve my school sent all its year nine students class by class to a five-week camp, which will henceforth be called Hell Camp. here is the setup:

a four-hour drive out of the city into the outback, where there is a farm owned by the school for the express purpose of hosting Hell Camp

28 girls and 28 boys, each in their own dorm houses

no phones. no computers, no ipods, no TV. no internet (within our reach). we cooked our own food on fire stoves and wrote letters by hand to our parents and friends

no lollies, no soft drinks or juice, all our eggs and milk came off the farm

wake up at 5:30am every day to go for a 3km run and then chores on the farm, from milking the cows to chopping our firewood

Bible study every night because this was a Christian private school

“why???” u may ask. “why did your school subject tweens to a month of this???” supposedly to build character and teach u life skills but tbh idk how knowing how to crack a bullwhip is supposed to help me in life

but it wasnt just five weeks straight of same ol farm life there were other activities they had us do!! camp-like activities!! for example:

Pre-Survival

three days to prepare us because we were innocent younglings who barely knew how to start a fire

basically a campsite in the middle of fuckass nowhere? we rode horses there while the counselors (the Hell Camp resident teachers, but ones that deadlift 50kgs and kill spiders without batting an eye) drove with our bags and stuff and laughed as we got inevitably lost

have u ever used a dunny u have to empty urself

it is so gross. there is a field marked out explicitly for burying everyone’s shit, and u have to take turns. so gross.

there was a shower which was a metal shed with a bucket of water hung up, which u heated over the fire before u went in and prayed it wasn’t too hot

this was like winter time and we slept in swags on the ground and when we woke up there was frost on our swags

i made an iron horseshoe??? the temptation to touch red hot metal is ridiculous tbh it looks so pretty

someone did touch theirs. it was not me. i heard them yell from across the field where i was helping feed horses.

in the middle of the second night the counselors took us to a giant rock in the middle of the bush where u could see the stars and it was amazing you could see the milky way and everything… but the thing was we had to spend the previous 20 minutes in the dark to get our eyes used to it so they had us hold onto each other’s sleeves and walk blindly into this rugged, rock-covered trail through pitch blackness, praying no one in front is going the wrong way

and then. the counselors played a trick on us by getting one of the kids to stay back in the forest and waited to see how long we’d notice. we didn’t notice until it was time to go back im so sorry Kimmy

Survival

ok this the real shit you went with the same group you were with in pre-survival and the counselors drove you out into the depths of the outback and dropped you and your group off with some tools, food, and tarpauline

and then u just lived out there for three days.

we couldn’t start a fire our first night because it’d been raining before??? our dinner was supposed to be rice, potatoes and carrots, and the carrots were the only edible thing bc u cant eat raw rice and raw potatoes.. u just cant.

there were wild dogs around. we never saw them, but we heard them awoo-ing a lot. so whenever someone split off from the main camp to go pee like two other girls would accompany them as an honor guard, singing Kumbaya to keep the hounds away

sometimes people would go alone and then there would be a Sound in the bush and then you’d just hear them screaming “MAMA’S MAKING KAN TONG”

on our last day the counselors set up targets with drawings of kangaroos on them, handed us a bow and 20 arrows, and said “if u can shoot the kangaroo we’ll give u sausages for your last meal”

never in my life will i ever see such ferocity from 12- to 13-year-old hungry girls again

when it was another group’s turn to be on survival, my group was on normal farm duty, and we were out clearing bush scrub when we heard the survival group girls talking and we realised we’d gotten too close.

“hello?? hello??? is anyone out there?” “oh my god someone’s out there oh my god we’re gonna die” “COME OUT, WE HAVE WEAPONS”

THIS WAS A LIE. WE KNEW DAMN WELL THEY HAD THE SAME THINGS AS US AND THOSE THINGS WERE TWO SHOVELS AND A HEAVY DUTY CLIPPER.

and our fucking counselor just went “shhh!!” to us and herded us back like he just straight up left those nine girls thinking there were bush serial killers out for them

also apparently a tree fell on someone’s head at some point in their survival

at night we slept in a row like snuggling each other cause it was So Fracking Cold and lemme tell u it’s an experience being spooned by the girl who used to sigh whenever you raised your hand in class

Four Day Hike

what it says on the label

55km in four days, carrying all your food, sleeping bags, tents, clothes, toilet paper etc. and minimum 2L of water bottles you could refill at big barrels set out at designated stop points

this is, without a doubt, the single worst experience of my life

nothing good happens when u hand a group of kids a map and a compass and tell them “we’ll look for you if you’re not at the campsite by sundown but apart from that you’re on your own”

i was with an athletic group of kids?? they were Walking So Fast and i was just staggering along with my unfit friend like this is how i die on a godforsaken hill on our way to god knows where

actually i had an asthma attack and they left me behind for a bit fun times

the hike went through some willing farmers’ land and one boy who stupidly climbed a fence got chased by a bull

they sent us off group by group so we’d all make our own way, so whenever u bumped into another group you were like. okay one of us was going the wrong way and it better fucking well be you

there weren’t any showers or anything so we basically all wore the same clothes for four disgustingly sweaty days of hiking

someone used an anthill as a toilet bc it had a nice big hole to drop ur toilet paper down

the ants did not appreciate this

when you run out of toilet paper and it’s only 11am

Solo

this was it. the culmination of the camp. the ultimate character building experience.

which was just 24 hours of alternating boredom and sudden visceral terror now that i think about it

u got dropped off (again in the middle of nowhere see a theme yet) with tarp, a lil trowel, and a clipper, and u just set up camp and did whatever u wanted for 24 hours

they let u bring a bible.

i got really into Leviticus and Deutoronomy before it went dark

listen it was really really boring ok

AND HERE IT IS THE BIT WHERE I DIDN’T HAVE LIGHT WHILE CAMPING ALONE

listen when the sun goes down at 5pm, u go down too. there’s nothing else u can do?? u just gotta sleep???

or, like me, lie awake in mortal terror listening to the bush Come Alive

when the wallaby goes THUMP-THUMP-THUMP and you’re like holy shit this is it the abominable loch ness chupycabra has manifested in the australian outback and it’s going to eat me alive jesus christ protect me with the power of this bible

hence the sheer relief when the sun finally comes out and u can walk around without living in fear of accidentally walking face first into a spiderweb or scratchy lantana bushes

also a mini survey went around afterwards and i’m pretty sure a solid 60% of the girls took a shit on solo like… at long last u can take as long in the toilet as u want… without the other 27 girls banging on the door……

other miscellaneous stories that dont fit anywhere else:

one of the boys went missing?? he wandered off and couldn’t remember anything when they found him in the middle of the bush. cryptic

there was this one homesick girl who was REALLY homesick like she cried every day of the five weeks. by the end of the camp she’d approached everyone to talk about her Feelings and you’d just kind of groan softly when u saw her coming towards your bunk bc u knew u were in for a hopeless comforting session

on sundays sometimes we went to the nearby town’s elderly home to talk to the old folks and some of us could play music so we did little performances for them which was rly sweet!

there were lambs on the farm!! we named them Uggboot and i think Fleece Jacket or smth like that

there were cows too!! meat cows!! they were Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

my first time on cow milking duty i tried to herd the bull towards the milking pens bc i did not realise he was not a cow. i quickly realised when he took very fast steps towards me and i Got The Dodge Out Of There

we spit roasted an entire pig for the final feast before we left and i will never forget it. the first time in my life i had crackling. half the group was weak in the knees cause we saw the pig get slaughtered and the other half was just “sweet, more for me”

whenever the new fruit delivery came in and the hunger games commenced in the kitchen… tween girls are actually ravenous wolves u heard it here first folks

when u going to the bathroom in the bush and u feel something touch your butt… is it a stray hair? is it a piece of grass? is it a bug??? who knows but nothing makes your bowels loosen faster

the unholy horror of finding spiders wherever you least expect it

ANTS IN THE SUGAR

“I saw Goody Proctor with the devil leaving the cupboard open for the ants!!!”

honestly so many things happened at Hell Camp that i can’t remember most of them anymore and it Rankles Me bc i know there were so many wild stories but here you go. some of the wildest ones.

11/10 went back to Hell Camp voluntarily once, would go back again again.

#velter answers #this took so long but is it worth it??? yes absolutely #Anonymous #hell camp #i went back to tag this just for future reference #my memories grow fuzzier by the day... hell camp deserves preservation

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