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heatherfield · 4 years

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More than you could ever possibly want to know

I had a bunch of these to answer in my drafts and realized most of them were so similar so I combined them into one massive post. Given the sheer amount of questions I won’t tag anybody but feel free to answer any of these and let me know your responses!!

Tagged by the lovely @storyinmyeyes, @cartoon-heart, @thatdamnokie, @honestly-wilde, @bookwormchocaholic, @heterocosmica, @notations, @apictureofspace, @panalegs27, @swanfireouat and @queenofglassbeliever. Thank you!

rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better

name: Heather

nicknames: none

zodiac sign: Aquarius

height: 4′11″

nationality: Canadian

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

fave fruit: peaches

fave scent: lavender

fave animal: cats

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee first, but I love all three

last movie i saw: “The King”

last thing i thing i googled: actress Sarah Macrae

fave musician: Umm.... hard to pick one, but Mandy Moore is a serious top contender!

song stuck in my head: “Right on Time” by Dawes

other blogs: nothing active at the moment

following: 1186 (I’m sure many are inactive lol)

do i get asks: every now and then but not often

amount of sleep: probably average 6 hours

lucky number: Hmm—13, or maybe 26?

what am i wearing: t-shirt and sweat pants

dream job: I think I’d still love to do something with design and books (or magazines)

dream trip: easy—England and Scotland

fave food: pasta <3

instruments: a bit of piano, and I used to play clarinet in school

languages: English (and the teeniest bit of French)

fave songs: I have so many and my mind is going blank!

random fact: aside from university dorm rooms/etc. I have lived in the same house my entire life

aesthetic: 19th century English cottage with some modern elements for balance

relationship status: single

favourite colour: purple

top three ships: Red Cricket (Ruby and Archie) from “Once Upon a Time”, Anne and Gilbert from “Anne of Green Gables”, Abby and Connor from “Primeval”

fave fictional characters: too many

fave book: “Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

last song: “Spanish Eyes” by Clanadonia

when blog was created: 2011, I think, but I didn’t started really using it until about 2015

why blog was created: I followed people over from Livejournal and then really started using this blog when my love for “Once Upon a Time” was revived between seasons 4 and 5

meaning behind URL: I thought it was a pretty/poetic/floral take on my name and it sounded like “Netherfield” aka Jane and Bingley from “Pride and Prejudice”.

fave candy: gummy bears

fave holiday: probably Christmas :)

fave season: summer

fave flower: lavender

cat or dog person: I love both but cats are my super favourite <3

number of blankets you sleep with: 1 big duvet

ever had a poem or song written about you? don’t think so, unless my ex wrote a poem at one point *shrugs*

last time you played air guitar: can’t remember, but I got my little brother to play it in the car a few months ago which was awesome!

celebrity crush: Raphael Sbarge <3

sound you hate and sound you love: I hate ticking clocks and I love the patter of rain on the windows or roof

believe in ghosts: no

believe in aliens: no

do you drive: yes

ever crashed: no, thank goodness

last book: “Where the Crawdads Sing” by Delia Owens—which I recommend :)

currently reading: the complete works of Shakespeare and “A Breath of Snow and Ashes” by Diana Gabaldon

last TV show: “The Home Edit” on Netflix

currently craving: chicken fingers haha

do you like the smell of gasoline: um... sometimes a bit (so weird but it reminds me of some family members and activities I think?) but not really

worst injury: I’m pretty careful so I can’t remember... although I banged my chin pretty bad when I was about 7 or 8

current obsession: well I’m reading through all of Shakespeare’s plays so that’s been fun, especially tracking down as many adaptations and stage versions I can get my hands on

do you hold grudges? I’d like to say no but I’m realizing it can be hard to let go of the emotions that came with certain hurts/betrayals even if I don’t necessarily hold grudges...

sweet, spicy, or savoury: savoury

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Tagged by the lovely @bookwormchocaholic and @mariequitecontrarie. Thanks!

How old are you: 32.

Surgeries: yup, quite a few

Tattoos: none, but it appeals to me more and more

Ever hit a deer: no, thank goodness

Sang karaoke: I don’t think officially...

Ice skated: Yeah—I’d love to do more

Ridden a motorcycle: nope and I can’t say I want to

Ridden in an ambulance: yes

Skipped school: yeah, probably when I wasn’t truly sick

Stayed in the hospital: yes

Broken bone: nope! I’m too much of a fraidy cat so I’m always super careful (and not particularly sporty)

Last phone call: my mom, I’m sure

Last text from: my mom

Watched someone die: My pets.

Pepsi or coke: Coke.

Favourite pie: I worked at a farm/farmer’s market baking (frozen) pies for yeeeeears—my fave was “bumbleberry” which was actually just a mix of apple, raspberry, blueberry, and rhubarb I think it was, ‘cause why choose just one flavour?

Favourite pizza: margherita or hawaiian

Received a ticket: Nope.

Sunset or sunrise: Either, both are beautiful.

Favourite Christmas song: "O Come All Ye Faithful” sung by Pentatonix

Cupcakes or cookies: um, cupcakes!

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Tagged by the lovely @bookwormchocaholic. Thank you! Turns out I filled this out and kept in my drafts ‘cause I’m just crazy.

1. Are you named after someone? No, my parents just liked the name. (My middle name is after my paternal grandmother, though.)

2. When was the last time you cried? Probably a week or two ago, lol.

3. Do you have kids? No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not often, but sometimes.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? How kind they are.

6. What’s your eye color? Brown.

7. Scary movie or happy ending? Definitely happy endings.

8. Any special talents? Writing, graphic design, singing.

9. Where were you born? Canada.

10. What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, sometimes crafts like knitting and card-making…

11. Do you have any pets? I used to have a cat for over 20 years, but we had to put her down 2 3 years ago. My mom and I would love to get another cat, but my dad doesn’t want a pet right now. Plus, I just miss my cat a lot…

12. What sports do you play? Nothing.

13. How tall are you? 4′11″.

14. Favourite subject in school? English.

15. Dream job? Honestly, I’d love to be a graphic designer for books and be involved in putting them together and then do writing as a hobby to take the pressure off. I think it would balance out the creative aspects if that makes sense. (I was so close to getting my dream job, too!)

#about me #tag meme #it was cool to see how these memes have clearly branched off from each other :D #long post

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spideypool504 · 4 years

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Reckless

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Part 1

Aideku

Aizawa x Izuku

"Izu. You've got to come out. It's been two weeks!" He can hear Kacchan banging on the door outside of his new apartment.

Because he had to move out.

Because the love of his life cheated on him.

Then lied to him and then convinced him that it was his fault that he cheated.

He was doing fantastic and life couldn't be better. Please know how sarcastic he's being. Because he uses sarcasm now.

It's the fifth time Kacchan had come over this week. He had let Izuku stay with him for a few nights but he didn't want to impose on his best friend right after he'd basically cut the man out of his life for his asshole husband who he still loved. So he found an apartment not too far from Katsuki's which was convenient for multiple reasons. It was close to his job when he went in and avoided everyone and just go on patrol till he was forced to go home. He had to keep up his appearances because he worked too hard to claim his title as the symbol of hope to just let it slip away from him. Even when he was working the night shift for his manipulative asshole husband he still worked hard to maintain his status in the hero community.

He owed it to himself, Katsuki and all the other little kids that grew up with a less than ideal life. Katsuki fought with him when he switched his hours to night shift because it meant he wasn't able to do the day raids needed to take down villainous operations when they were least expecting it. They did raids at night but the ones that really truly made differences were the ones they did during the day. The ones to take down the drug lords and sex trades and human trafficking rings. Katsuki was pissed at, not so much Izuku but at Shouta. Him being on the outside of the relationship but having a close bond with both of the men, he saw what was happening and almost went on a rampage. The only thing that kept him from blowing the raven's head right off his body was Izuku's broken and desperate eyes begging him not too.

He should have done it anyway and dealt with an angry Izuku.

He and Katsuki had come so far since their middle school days of the blonde being his bully. Katsuki came out with it the summer before they started high school and admitted to him he was gay and terrified that Izuku would look at him different so he'd bullied him to try to get Izuku to leave him before he could hate him for reasons he couldn't control. The dumb ass came to his senses after his father had gotten sick and he thought he had no one he could really turn too. Till he found himself subconsciously walking to Izuku's house a few blocks down. He took one look at his best friend's concerned freckled face and knew he fucked up.

The blonde cried in his best friend's arms the entire night and spilled his soul to him the morning after. Izuku punched him in the arm hard enough to bruise and explained to him why he was stupid. Izuku could never hate him for being gay because he was too. Izuku explained to him that Katsuki could honest to Kami cut off his arm and he'd still be Izuku's best friend. They laughed and cried some more and then got up to make themselves and Izuku's mom breakfast.

They'd been inseparable from that day on once more until all of this with Shouta happened. Izuku had felt so guilty for abandoning his best friend. He felt ashamed and scared that Katsuki would hate him for leaving their friendship for his marriage. Katsuki tried to explain to him that there was nothing and no reason that could ever make it okay for Izuku's husband to step out of their relationship. Tried to get him to see that his husband was making up excuses but Izuku didn't want to hear any of it at that time. He screamed and yelled and swore up and down that it was his fault that Shouta cheated. That he wasn't giving his husband and their relationship enough attention and focusing too much on becoming the symbol of hope. He cried in Katsuki's arms sobbing that it was all his fault and Katsuki simply told him, "I hate what he's done to you" before he let go of Izuku and walked out of their shared office in their agency they built from the ground up together like they always dreamed of doing.

Izuku didn't bother to put on a shirt as he made his way towards his front door. He turned the latches and undid the deadbolt and let the door creak it's way open to allow his best friend back into his life finally.

"Fucking finally, Nerd. I've been knocking on this door since Sunday. It's Thursday." Katsuki shuffles Izuku backwards and back into his apartment not letting Izuku say anything otherwise. "This place is disgusting. We're cleaning up and then heading out. And don't fucking fight with me. You need out of this place and I will drag you by your damn ear if you try to say a damn word against it. Try me Izuku." Kacchan glare at him from across the room. Blankets, empty ice cream cartons and pizza boxes litter the floor between them. When Izuku just nods and gives him a watery smile Katsuki huffs and gestures him to come hug him. Izuku runs over to him and is about to wrap his arms around his best friend but is stopped by a hand to the face shoving him back. "Nope. You smell gross. I've come up with a new plan. You go take a fucking shower, I'll clean up and then we head out." Izuku is shoved towards the hallway where his bathroom and bedroom are located. "You need to not smell like the inside of an elephant's ass."

With that Katsuki walks back to the living room and kitchen where he hears garbage bags being opened. Izuku huffs in determination to not waste his life away in this apartment anymore and grabs a pair of bright orange boxer briefs and heads to the bathroom to take his shower.

Izuku doesn't really own anything black or dark grey anymore, it hurt to look at the colors that the love of his life wears on a daily basis. He still had black jeans, dishes, his favorite coffee mug, underwear and undershirts and such. It would be ridiculous if he didn't have anything black or dark grey in his possession, but he just can't stand to look at the colors anymore. They don't bring the comfort they once did, the sense of belonging and home.

He also changed his shampoo and conditioner scent, his soap, deodorant and threw out his favorite cologne. He didn't want a single thing that reminded him of his husband. He wanted to find and be Izuku Midoriya once more. He's been Izuku Aizawa for so long, been 'Kitten' even longer and he doesn't know who he is without Shouta anymore so he's decided to start fresh and new. It hurt so much. Almost everything around him had his heart clenching in pain and dread. He misses sleeping next to Shouta, missing sleeping all together. It took more than a lot to get used to sleeping alone and he was contemplating getting a dog to share his space with. He'd have to move out of this apartment and find a pet friendly one but it would be worth it to have someone to share his home with again and find some sense of normalcy.

He quickly finished his shower and towel dried himself off, slipped on his underwear and stepped out the bathroom to head back to his bedroom to get clothes. He made his way in and found a set of clothes laid out on his bed.

"You don't know how to dress yourself if it's not your hero costume." Katsuki was leaning against his door frame with his arms crossed and signature scowl on his face. "Get dressed, I'm done cleaning. We're heading out in fifteen." Katsuki closes the door and Izuku is left to himself once again.

He looks to the outfit and thanks Kami that Katsuki didn't go crazy with the outfit and it actually looked really comfortable. It was his dark purple acid washed skinny jeans, and a pastel purple t-shirt that had 't-shirt' written across it. He's surprised to see it, he knows how much his blonde friend hates those shirts. He quickly gets dressed and was proven right, that it was indeed comfortable. He was grateful. He grabbed the hoodie hanging off his closet door handle and walked out the room to his now spotless and citrus smelling living room.

"How did you-" He turns to Katsuki with a raised eyebrow but was cut off with a glare.

"Don't question my magic. You'll insult me and my abilities." There was movement coming from the kitchen but Katsuki was standing still in front of him in the living room.

"You mean my magic, right?" Shouto comes walking around the corner out of his kitchen with a small smirk in the corner of his lips.

"When did you-" Izuku starts to question when his other best friend appeared inside his apartment but is once again cut off.

"I'm the one that called you and started cleaning before you got here so no, my magic, you bastard." Shouto rolls his eyes and gives them a rare wide smile.

"Sure babe. My bad." Shouto makes his way into the living room and brings Izuku into a warm hug. "Katsuki told me you finally let him in and called me over. You were still in the shower when I got here so I helped clean up. How're you holding up?" Shouto pulls back from the hug and looks at him with a deep concern.

"I'm doing great. Can't you tell?" Izuku gives the couple a shaky smile and takes in a deep breath trying to keep the tears right where they are behind his eyes. He's pulled into the hug again with a second set of arms wrapping around both him and Shouto.

"You don't smell like an elephant's ass anymore but what in the fucking hell is this smell combination you've got going on?" Katsuki wrinkles his nose and Shouto's nose scrunches in distaste when he finally catches a sniff of Izuku.

"I love you Zu, but uh ew." Shouto slowly releases him and takes a step back along with Katsuki.

His ears turn a bright red from embarrassment. "Shouta was the one that always got the shampoo, conditioner and body wash. It was always the same thing and I had an anxiety attack when I tried to shower with it all last week. So I grabbed random things off the shelf and said 'fuck it'." He shrugs his shoulders.

The two across from him cock their heads to the side and scrunch their eyebrows in confused concern.

"Fuck it"? The two asked him in unison.

Izuku shrugs and turns towards his front door to put his favorite red shoes on. He misses the look the couple share behind him and the silent conversation they have. It's interrupted when Izuku's phone lets out a quiet jingle that slowly gets louder till Izuku declines the call. He looked upset to the duo behind him and knew who was trying to get a hold of Izuku's attention.

"Give me the phone." Shouto startles the other two with his blunt and forceful voice. He's set his face to stone and holds out his hand, waiting patiently for Izuku to comply to the demand. The phone starts to ring again and Shouto narrows his eyes at the green haired man standing in front of him. "Now, Izuku." With that he's handed the phone and walks out of the house with a promise to be back momentarily.

"How many times have you answered his call?" Katsuki is soft with his words and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"To many times. He won't give me a real reason why he did it. Or why he lied to me. He won't explain anything just keeps asking for a second chance. I can't Kat. I can't look at him the same and I feel like all of this is my fault." He's taken into Katsuki's arms once again just as his voice breaks and the tears finally start to fall and stream down his face.

"I'm sure Sho is going to have him stop. He needs to first give you time to process the fuckery he did and then he needs to accept whatever decision you make for your relationship." He's given a squeeze around his shoulders and he sobs loudly into the blonde's chest.

He cries for a few more moments and by the time he calms his breathing Shouto is back in the house and has slipped his phone into his back pocket and joined the hug. "Everything hurts. All over. I can't stop crying. I can't sleep." He lets out a frustrated growl and roughly drags his hands through his hair, pulling as he went. "I already know what I'm doing but it's so hard. I can't look at him the same. I don't want him to touch me. I just-" He takes a deep breath and deflates. "I just want a divorce. I don't think I could trust him again like I used too. He cheated on me and then succeeded in making me think it was my fault and let me destroy myself for a whole six months. He was ready to let me throw away everything. My career. My passion. My best friend. Everything." He clenches his hands by his sides and he clenches his teeth in ways that his dentist would despise. "He can tell me he loves me all he wants, but you don't do what he did to the person you love."

Shouto is behind him and rubs his hands up and down his arms, trying to sooth the brokenhearted man in front of him. The dual haired and blonde have seen the once ray of sunshine in front of them cry more times than they could ever count but these cries were different. These were from deep in his soul and heart wrenching, the sorrow he let out had them both seeing red. Such an amazing human should never feel the way he does. He doesn't deserve what happened to him.

"We'll help you, Izuku." Shouto brings attention to himself with the promise he makes.

"With whatever you need. We'll be here for you." Katsuki adds on for good measure. He lost his best friend for half a year. Over his cold dead body was he allowing anything else to happen to his friend. "We love you, Zu."

Izuku gives Shouto's hand that stopped on his shoulder a squeeze in thanks and gives Katsuki a wobbly and watery smile. "Thank you. I appreciate it you guys. I appreciate the both of you."

It's quiet for a moment before Katsuki reaches the absolute end of the amount of mushy he could handle. "Alright! Enough crying! Let's go. We've got shit to do. Starting with getting you something normal to fucking shower with, fuck!" He storms off towards the front door and only pauses to put his shoes on before he's got the door open and demanding for the other two to hurry up.

Shouto rolls his eyes and ushers Izuku towards the door. "Let's go before he leaves us and we have to walk to wherever the hell he plans on going." There's a chuckle in his voice and Izuku has no choice but to giggle because they both know that Shouto speaks from experience for the both of them. They grab Izuku's set of keys and quickly lock up before running to Katsuki who already had his car running and looked like he was about to drive off without them.

That day on Katsuki and Shouto went over to Izuku's new apartment and made sure he wasn't falling any further into the depressive hole he'd dug himself into. They helped him file for divorce and let him cry himself out in either of their arms after they all three went down to the courthouse to turn in the paperwork. It would be another week before Shouta received the paperwork but Izuku was determined to go through with it.

He was taking a stand for himself and not backing down to the sweet words that his soon to be ex husband begged him to come back with. The sweet man he once saw in Shouta Aizawa was skewed and he didn't think he'd ever be able to let him back into his heart the way he had him for 15 years. Maybe after Izuku healed and felt more like himself he would sit down with the man and try to get actual answers from him but for now he didn't want any half asses excuses. He didn't want the begging. The apologies that didn't seem as heartfelt as they seemed. Izuku still loved Shouta but he couldn't trust him, couldn't believe in his words any longer.

For now Izuku had what he wanted and needed. He had himself. He had his childhood best friend that would literally kill for him. He had his herteochomatic best friend that has proven time and time again he'd stick with Izuku through whatever life threw at them. He had his agency he built and ran with his now two best friends after bringing Shouto in as a shareholder over the company. He had the children, young and full grown adult looking up to him as he slowly changed how the world worked. He had found that he had all that he needed staring at him in the face for the longest time.

And he found that he didn't need Shouta to make his dreams come true. All he needed was himself and the support of his friends.

*BONUS*

"Give me the phone." Shouto stared at the device in Izuku's hand trying to restrain himself from taking it from the man. His best friend was hurt more and more and not being allowed to mourn and heal every time that phone rang. He was pissed. The phone lit up and started ringing once more with Shouta's name displayed across the screen. That wasn't even a full minute from the last call that rang through the near empty apartment. 'Keep the flames in check Sho. You're inside a very flammable apartment right now.' "Now, Izuku."

He's finally handed the ringing phone and he doesn't hesitate to step past the broken green man and step outside. Izuku doesn't need to hear what he's got to say.

He slides his thumb across the screen to answer the call and puts the phone up to his ear. Before the expletives can flow out of his mouth he's interrupted. "Kitten I know. You don't want to hear it but please. Please come home. Let's work on this. I miss you. The kids miss you. We just want you back home. We can work on this. This doesn't have to be our end." He can hear that the man is tired. That makes Shouto happy.

"You've got some fucking nerve, Shouta. Your balls must drag on the fucking ground for you to be calling Izuku back to back for only he knows how fucking long." He can hear the man on the other end try to make a rebuttal or comment or something but Shouto's not having any of it. "No! How fucking dare you!? After what you did? Where the fuck do you get off dragging Izuku's heart and soul through a damn minefield and then have the audacity to call him and try to make him feel bad leaving you? This is your last call to Izuku. This is your last call to him till he calls you. And I swear to whatever deity there may be if I find out you've tried to come and see him I will skin you alive till e very single nerve you have is on display and then let Katsuki do whatever the fuck he wants. Using him as an excuse to manipulate Izuku. The only reason you're still walking around right now Shouta and aren't in a wheel chair, hospitalized or otherwise is because that would hurt Izuku even more than you already have. Try me Shouta. I really fucking dare you too." His teeth are clenched and he's nearly panting with trying to keep himself from bursting into furious flames. Shouta used to be a good friend of his, truly. But Izuku is his best friend that drug him out of a dark place and saved his life in more ways and times than he could possibly keep track of. Izuku came before all and above all.

"I understand." Were the last words he heard before he heard the line go silent. Shouto takes a few deep breaths and flexes his hand that isn't holding Izuku's phone and calms himself down before he steps back into the apartment he'd just left.

He walks in to a loudly sobbing Izuku wrapped up in his boyfriend's arms. He looks Katsuki in the eyes and see them on fire. Katsuki had been taking all of what's been happening harder than Shouto but that was to be expected. Shouto just took a few steps forward, slipped the phone in Izuku's back pocket and joined the hug.

They were going to do everything they could to get the ray of sunshine back, come hell or high water.

That was a promise.

#aideku #aizawa shouta #midoriya izuku #cheating #bhna deku #husbands #divorce #ao3 #part 2 #part 2 of 2 #complete #bnha todoroki #katsuki bakugō #Katsuki is a good friend #protective shouto #protective katsuki #Shouto is a good friend

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oncexinxmyxdreams · 3 years

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OC Profile Laurie Venkman as an adult (The Real Ghostbusters.)

Bio

Name: Laurie Macy Venkman.

Age: 25. (as of the February 2009, approaching the 25th Anniversary since Ghostbusters was founded.)

Ethnicity: Caucasian with family roots running in Irish, Welsh, Dutch, French, English and German.

Species: Human.

Height: 5'7".

Weight: 155 pounds.

Hair color: Dark brown.

Hair style: Thick, shaggy hair falls a little past her shoulders. She has layers with wispy bangs. Keeps hair pulled into a ponytail for work and loves to style it for special occasions.

Eye color: Deep cornflower blue.

Birthday: September 13th, 1983.

Gender: Female.

Sexual Orientation: Straight. She’s guy crazy, but she’s waiting for the right one.

Powers (if any): No.

Distinguishing features (if any): Has a turned up nose like Peter's. Has defined cupid bow lips like her mom, but Peter's smile. Has mom’s round shape of face. Laurie has two tattoos out of memory/respect for her parents. One on her left outer bicep that says “Proton Princess” in Peter’s handwriting. Second one is at the lower, inner right arm of a heart with her mom’s initials inside.

Blood Type: A-

Clothing

Day to day outfit: When she’s off-duty, Laurie prefers straight leg jeans for most of her attire. She likes blouses and simple tees: those are usually graphic like rock bands, Ghostbusters merchandise or even raglan tees. She has some favorites that have sarcastic sayings and one that says “I got it from Dad.” She has cool calf boots, cute deck shoes and classic hightop converses.

Pajamas/What they wear to bed: Favorite pajamas are comfy black leggings and a black nightshirt. (It has a cat on it and says "to-do list: sleep."

Formal Clothes: Chic dresses in 80s-90s style. She loves the velvet/metallic fabrics for these and wearing black stylish pumps.

Work/School uniform: Work attire is a black jumpsuit with dark purple trim. She prefers those colors to help her blend in more with the shadows when she hunts. She does have doc martin’s for her boots, but she prefers wearing her converses since they’re more flexible for running. She has extra pockets inside her jumpsuit for trinkets like a nail file to pick locks etc.

Other (glasses, jewelry, etc): Has a black square digital watch. Wears a silver brushed metal ring that was a gift to her from a ghost she helped as one of her first solo missions. (She wears it on her right middle finger which symbolizes responsibility and balance.) She has four ear piercings: three normal lobe piercings and then industrial ones in the upper ear cartilage. While she has plenty earrings to choose, her favorite earrings are three simple gold hoops and industrial earrings are silver barbells with “diamond” studs. Loves having painted fingernails; usually in different purple shades.

Health

Physical Illnesses: Overcame pneumonia at the age of 3. Suffers from hay fever like Peter. Now gets strong cases of flu when sick, but otherwise she's fine.

Mental Illnesses or disorders: She’s been guessed to have a learning disorder, but still no official diagnosis. Some have guessed ADD and Dyscalculia.

Medications?: Just regular vitamins.

Addictions (Drugs, alcohol?): No addictions. She likes to drink, her favorite cocktail being a White Russian, but she's careful. She’s never tried drugs.

General Health: Fine enough considering that she works out every day, but she's got a big appetite. Being an inverted triangle body type, she carries weight in upper half: Measurements are 40-30-38. Her legs are the most toned part of her body, strong arms, broad shoulders and a size 12, but looks for bigger size shirts since she’s top heavy. Happy with her shape.

Life/Preferences:

Likes: Fashion, sleeping, eating, cars, and motorcycles. She loves listening to her favorite music while mouthing the lyrics and dancing.

Dislikes: Criminals, yogurt (that isn’t soft serve or frozen) and people doubting her since she’s not a college graduate. The one thing she despises the most is inaccuracy about The Ghostbusters. (She really hates the sequel they made.)

Career: Becomes a Ghostbuster and runs the business.

Hobbies/Talents: Hobby of making a bucket list, motorcycle riding and electric guitar. (Guitar was her mom’s.) Terrific hand-eye coordination so that she rarely misses a target with archery at camp, ghostbusting and when she played baseball in high school as pitcher. It did take a lot of practicing though.

Habits (good or bad): Chews on toothpicks or sucker sticks (similar to when she'd chew her pacifier as a toddler.)

Family: Mom is Claire Teague who passed away when she was 16 months old. Though she’s been long gone, Laurie keeps her memory alive. Dad is, the one and only, Dr. Peter Venkman: Laurie's role model. On maternal side, Arnold and Ruth Teague are her grandparents and Aunt Caroline. By now, her grandparents have passed and Caroline lives out of the USA. Paternal side has her grandfather, Jim Venkman, but he's dragged Laurie into cons and she's fed up with him. She met her great uncle Alf once, but didn't like him that well. She's curious of her deceased grandma Lydia Venkman.

Friends: First best friends are from elementary school: Lindsay McKellips and Leslie Cantu. They call themselves “The L Girls.” Lindsay goes onto serve in the Air Force and Leslie becomes a teacher overseas. Close guy friends are family members of the Ghostbusters. Derek Lovejoy who's the son of Ray's cousin Sam. He's 20 and is training to be a veterinarian. Craig Reynolds who's one of Winston's nephews. Craig is 32 and a civil engineer who keeps an eye on Laurie when necessary. Ross Melnitz who's Janine's youngest nephew. He's 23 and does secretarial work for Ghostbusters while being in the field when required. Laurie considers him her closest friend since he knows all her ups and downs best. (Ross's original last name was Irwin until his parents divorced and he legally changed to his mom's maiden name as she did.)

Romantic/Love Interest(s): Had some boyfriends, but she’s not in a hurry for marriage and not ready to lose her virginity. (She went through a relationship where she almost did, but left the guy when she realized he was toxic.) She enjoys being single while still being flirty. She had one boyfriend that cheated with a girl who turned out to be Ross’s girlfriend and Laurie was furious with both of them. She doesn’t know it, but she and Ross will fall in love one day. So one day, she’ll be Laurie Melnitz.

Pets: Her cat Punxsutawney or usually called Punx for short. He was a present for Laurie when she was 10 and they have a tight bond. He’s revealed later to be a Class 4 shapeshifter, but isn’t disposed. For one, he imprinted on Laurie the one time she was at the animal shelter though she wasn't aware of it. Secondly, he’s not found to be a threat. Finally, he prefers to stay in his cat form which is an Abyssinian breed. He’ll only change if he finds Laurie in danger. During a presentation at a convention, he transformed into a terror dog.

Social Status: The only social status that matters to Laurie is that she’s Peter Venkman’s daughter. She doesn’t feel like she’s in his or the other Ghostbusters shadow. She’s not bothered if people say “Oh you’re that one ghostbuster’s kid” etc. because she’s proud of her dad.

Favorite Food: New York Reuben Sandwiches (add barbecue potato chips, some grapes, a pickle, two vanilla Hostess zingers along with cherry coke and there’s her ideal lunch.) She loves other foods as well which is a contrast to the picky eater she was as a child.

Favorite Color: Tie between purple and black.

Favorite genre of music: 80′s Rock/New Wave like Journey and Duran Duran. Her ipod nano is just a huge playlist of 80s classics.

Favorite movie genre: Fantasies. She grew up loving the scary 80s kid movies. Her favorite movie is The Secret of Nihm.

Favorite Animal: Now its cats, but still has soft spots for sea lions and rabbits.

Degree of Education: High school graduate. Her grades weren’t high enough to get her into college. (She feels a bit ashamed about it though Peter’s proud of her for overcoming her difficulties with school.)

What language(s) can they speak?: Besides English, she has rudimentary skill in French and Latin which she learned after becoming a ghostbuster. Usually calls on Egon for languages she can’t understand.

Can they cook?: She can cook and she can eat!

Personality:

Positive Traits: Loyal, witty, fun-loving, resourceful, and affectionate.

Negative Traits: Defiant, impulsive, cocky, impatient and has a foul mouth.

Archetype: The Warrior (Merida from Brave or Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games.)

Way they interact with others: Depends on who’s talking to her. She’s friendly to those she cares for even with her sarcasm, but if someone’s insulting, she’ll be blunt and rude right back.

Way of speaking: Okay just like before, voice inspiration. Lilliana Mumy. When she’s not voicing Leni from The Loud House, she has great acting range of sweet, serious and sarcastic.

Introvert or Extrovert?: Became more extroverted as she grew up and a little bit of an adrenaline junkie. She’s an ESTP...like her dad.

Backstory Life

Laurie was a true surprise since Claire, her mom, was told she'd never have children due to PCOS. However, the surprise was joyful and Claire loved her daughter more than anything. After Claire’s death, Laurie stayed with her grandparents, but eventually met Peter. As conflicted as he was with realizing he was a father, Laurie grew easily attached to him and he grew to love her as if he’d been there since her birth. After her grandma passed away. Laurie would be dropped off at the firehouse for days or weeks to the point she wanted to stay there. Peter and the Ghostbusters wanted her to, but she was under custody of her grandparents. Arnold despised Peter and refused to give up custody for Laurie’s wellbeing even though he didn’t care for her. (Winston predicted pride would be that man’s downfall if he wasn’t careful.) There was even a point where Arnold only fed her yogurt which she grows to hate. At age 3, Laurie becomes critically ill with pneumonia due to her grandfather’s negligence (Its revealed he died from alcoholism and died in his house while Laurie was sick in her room.) Peter was in tears at the thought of losing her, especially since his own mother died from the same illness. When she’s cured, Laurie is finally allowed to live with Peter, which was what she hoped for. As she grows, she becomes more confident and less introverted by the time she’s a teen.

Life Goals

Laurie has one particular goal as an adult. That is to find the one who killed her mom. Since Claire died in the mid 80′s, DNA evidence was still in its infancy and the case was closed. However, Laurie isn’t a quitter until all options are futile. Its not just her mom’s case because Laurie has encountered ghosts of people who were killed, even children, and she can’t stand a criminal being free. Her first Ghostbusting mission was capturing and eventually helping a ghost who was murdered. So he’s the one who gave her the silver ring which she keeps as a promise to never forget those who died too soon.

#the real ghostbusters #laurie venkman #fanfic #fanfiction #peter venkman #there's going to be a case where the ghostbusters go forward in time and see her grown up so hence the year 2009 mentioned #been a year since i became a fan of this show!#OC

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ask-competent-villain-ex · 5 years

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Sometimes Villains Cry too

PART A/Chapter 1

[Word Count: 1867]

Description: Evil Xisuma now have to sleep with one eye open, he dared to put this much trust into someone.

It was a stormy day.

For once, Evil Xisuma wasn’t really thinking of bothering anyone today. Maybe only a few kills here and there just to pretend he actually gave a shit. Who knows.

He reached the location of one of Zed’s pyramid base. Ex normally would have not come on a hermit’s request, but it was his closest and perhaps the only friend, even by just the little amount that he trusts him. The villain entered the triangular building and peeked down the large cacti and sugar cane from that his friend is starting to build.

“Rex? Is that you?” A familiar voice called out to him, it came from the bottom of the pyramid.

He rarely spoke, there was never any reason to when words did flow out, his voice was raspy for the lack of usage of his vocal cords, and this time was no different. “Yea, it’s me,” Ex replied, patting off some of the sand that ended up on his suit. Zed had started to call him Rex for some bizarre reason, not that he minded it. It felt nice to not be called evil for once.

He took the bubble elevator down to the bottom of the pyramid, it’s yellow sandstone glistening and cracked under the hot sun. If he was anyone else he would probably be sweating like a dog.

When he had approached the bottom, there was a door, he had thought nothing of it; Zed was the one person he trusted, and he should believe that he wouldn’t play any tricks on him! Right?

Ex opened the iron door with the press of a button on the side, and the door clicked open, hitting the ice that was on the side harshly. The white-haired individual walked into the room, it was simply decorated, with two wooden chairs. And a white bed, probably Zed’s personal workspace.

“Eh, sorry, I’m still in the process of moving everything, moving can be quite messy y’know?” Zedaph spoke, closing one shulker box to only open another, while Ex made himself comfortable and sat onto one of the wooden chairs.

“So, what did you call me here for? You don’t normally talk to me unless we just so happen to see each other.” He heard himself say, before his friend turned around, with an uncertain look on his face, almost a look of regret. He raised an eyebrow in response.

“Well…” Zed started, and his hand moved behind the chest, and the sound of a button activated something.

This was definitely not going to end well.

The floor underneath them both disappeared, dropping him into an obsidian walled jail cell with only two iron bars as openings, while Zed dropped safely into a small water hole. Ex recovered from the sudden shock of moving so fast, he glanced around.

He could not focus on anything other than the man in the green suit, nearly identical to his. A low growl emitted from his mouth.

The evil counterpart launched himself at the iron bars, gripping onto it so hard that his knuckles turned white, a loud bang, shattering noise escaped from the bars. Zed visibly jumped back into the wall in surprise and in fear and turned away as he was too scared to hold eye contact.

“Y. O. U.” Evil Xisuma barely spoke that one word out, he was fuming, his fangs bearing. While his counterpart did not respond, his eyes did not change, and his helmet covered his face. His own helmet he had left behind in his base, seeing that he probably did not need it.

“How. Dare you? How dare you take away-” Ex began.

“I told him everything, Evil Xisuma.” Xisuma interpreted him. “Don’t think you can fool Zedaph long under my watch.” He spoke calmly.

Evil Xisuma’s face twisted into one of hopelessness; then despair; and then quickly back into fury. He turned his sharp glare towards Zedaph on the other side of the room, who at this point was just trying to pretend he wasn’t here by shutting his eyes tightly.

“Did you believe him? Did you really think this is the right thing to do? HUH?! HUH?!!” He yowled, banging against the iron bars. “I thought we could be friends, Zed. I really thought we could.” Ex hissed. “Turns out you are nothing, but a damned, dirty liar.” Tears were threatening to spill out.

Zedaph looked at him from the sudden mention of his name in shock but then turned away quickly again. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Enough of needlessly harassing people, Evil Xisuma.” Xisuma looked through the bars, “You’ve been torturing us long enough.” As he finished that sentence, Ex was suddenly pulled towards the ground by a splash of two potions behind him. Probably potions of weakness and slowness. Huh. Not too bad,

He struggled to stand up, groaning as he collapsed on the floor like a weakened animal, clawing and scratching at the ground with his fingers. The green armored one walked into the jail cell, with Zed following behind him. And motioned something. It was hard to listen when you are forced to the ground by weakness.

He felt arms hold him up and begin to drag him out from the cell, it was quite a struggle, and he would have laughed too if it wasn’t for that fact that this situation was nothing but tragic; betrayed by his only friend, and lead by that said friend to an unknown fate, probably banishment.

The thought of banishment shook him.

He had thought of it, and X had ever only used it as a threat, but this time? It’s going to happen.

And he won’t be able to do anything to stop it.

The weakness was getting to him.

Ex drifted into sleep.

He woke up, and found himself tied to a bed in an empty room that he had somehow ended up, with only Xisuma here now, Zed disappeared to nowhere. That’s good. He did not felt like look at that face right now.

The room itself was nothing spectacular, it was white, presumably, obsidian covered in white maps.

“I guess you finally win. Xisuma. You get to play with all your little puppets.” The white-haired man spoke, full of sarcasm and apathy. “I hope you have fun with your little game.”

“You are the only one who thinks it’s a game, dear brother.” Xisuma hissed, the first trace of emotion he showed through this whole process. “You have tortured them! You held them in your cells, and then what? You killed them over and over again!”

Evil Xisuma turned his head to the other side of the white room, looking away from Xisuma this time, trying to reach for a knife that he hid within his armor. “We both know that you’ve just brainwashed them. There is nothing good about you!” Ex snickered. And even without looking at his counterpart, he could tell that Xisuma was more than just frustrated.

“Talk what you will now, you’ll not be able to talk to anyone again after this,” X said, continue to type in commands into the console.

Ex tapped the knife against the metal bed he was laying out, making sure he was looking. He gripped the knife and passed it over to his other hand.

This was going to be some serious bullshit he’ll be pulling if he actually hit his target.

And it’ll be worth it.

He flung the knife towards Xisuma, originally aiming for the arms, but it ended up only stabbing him in the side of his left leg. X yelled in pain, and he was forced to step away from the console in the wall.

Ex could feel the effect of the weakness and slowness potion wearing out, he was regaining his strength. He tore the poorly done restraints on the bed, it was clearly not made for him at his top functionality. And began to run towards the opened door.

Suddenly, someone appeared from the doorway and tackled him.

It was Zedaph.

“YOU BITCH!” Ex screamed as he pushed his former friend to the side. And clenched him by the brown shirt that he had always wore. “I’ll make sure you regret forever betraying me.” He hissed lowly and began to engage in a full on a fist fight with one of the team ZIT members. Zed was clearly not giving up either, fighting back just equally as hard, but not as strong as the evil-doer.

“Rex, I’m sorry but you have to understand! I have to do what’s best for everyone! My friends!” The blonde tried to reason, as he manages to push Ex off for a single second. But was only thrown against the wall immediately.

“DON’T. CALL. ME. THAT.” He pushed out, the whirlpool of negative emotions are blurring his trains of thoughts. “There is nothing to understand. You betrayed me.” Evil Xisuma repeated again, and headed his clenched fist straight for Zed’s head, he braced for impact…

But nothing came.

And then, a sharp, ear piercing screaming. Along with a clank of an ax.

Zed forced his eyes open, all that greeted him was a splash of red absolutely everywhere.

The red-armored man was screaming at the top of his lungs, holding where his right arm used to be in pain, blood and tears mixed together on his face. His gleaming red eye were darting all over the place, unable to focus. Xisuma quickly rushed Zedaph out from the room, snapping the frozen man out from his daze.

Everything happened so quickly.

Ex was left in the room alone, now laying on the cold, white, unforgiving floor. Blood spilling out from where his arm used to fill. His breathing has begun to slow down, taking heavy, slow breaths.

This is it.

This is the end.

He won’t respawn; that’s how it's supposed to be.

He never meant to be here. He was an error from Xisuma respawning.

Out of his blurring vision. He saw a glimpse of a purple portal.

And out came two wither skeletons, along with a wither.

They carried him into the portal.

Back home.

To where he belongs.

Where he’ll be safe.

From betrayal.

From Harm.

From everything.

And that was how it was for a while. Evil Xisuma completely stopped appearing in the hermitcraft world and stayed in his fortress in the nether for nearly 4 months. Recovering from the trauma, he was saved from the brink of death thanks to the couple of healing and recovery potions he had saved up. But nothing was going to save his mental state.

One of the withers came back one day with a robotic prosthetic and gave it to him, he recognized which wither it was; It was the first one he had to summon. He knew the wither only meant good, but seeing the robotic arm only made him even more depressed and reminded him that his arm is never coming back. That a part of him is completely gone.

He hated this.

Nothing ever goes his way.

Everything always gets ruined by that. Damned. Xisuma.

And so he cried again.

And the day after.

And after.

And after...

#evil xisuma #competent evil xisuma au #competent ex #ex #hermitcraft #might be worth it to reread these :]#added and changed some details here and there #xisuma #zedaph #a2

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sassyshoulderangel319 · 6 years

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First Day of Sides High

Based on This Post @puns-and-patton @eequalsmcscared

“Ro! Ro! Ro!” Patton shouted, stumbling down the stairs. “How’s this?” He showed off his outfit to the eldest of his siblings. Roman and Remy were twins but Roman beat Remy into the world by six minutes---something Roman would never let Remy live down.

Roman held his baby brother at arm’s length and surveyed the outfit. “I think you look dashing, Patton!” Roman decided. “Surely you will make a great impression on all of your teachers!”

“If Roman hasn’t destroyed the Sanders’s reputation completely,” Remy commented dryly from where he was drinking coffee with his feet on the counter.

Roman turned as red as his dyed bangs. “Rembrandt Ezekiel Sanders, so help me---”

“Guys!” Patton protested. “Please don’t fight.” He gave them his best puppy dog eyes. He was the only one of the four Sanders boys who inherited their mom’s baby blue eyes.

Roman immediately melted. “Sorry kiddo,” he said. “You do look good for your first day of high school. Now, I can guarantee that Mr. Rodriguez---the Spanish teacher---hated my guts, but he’ll love you.”

Patton scrunched his eyebrows. “Why did Mr. Rodriguez hate your guts?”

Roman smirked and ruffled his little brother’s curly hair. “Because I talked all the time and still passed every test with flying colors,” he said.

Patton stared at Roman with idolization. “Wow...” he breathed.

Remy kicked his feet off the table and pounded down the rest of his coffee. “Right. Let’s go. Where’s T?”

“Thomas? Buddy?” Patton called up the stairs. “Are you coming?”

“Yeah, yeah!” Thomas shouted. “I’ll be right down. I just---I don’t know what shirt to wear!”

“Wear the red one with the big yellow star and let’s go!” Roman shouted.

“Is Steven Universe nice enough for the first day?” Thomas asked, appearing at the top of the stairs with the shirt in question in his hands. He was shifting from foot to foot in anticipation.

Roman cocked an eyebrow. “Literally no one cares, T,” he said. “Remy’s getting impatient so we should definitely skedaddle soon.”

Thomas nodded and yanked his shirt over his head. “Okay, let’s go,” he said.

“Virgil! Come along! We’re going to be late!” Logan called through his younger brother’s bedroom door.

“Keep your shirt on, Logan!” Virgil snapped over the blasting MCR through the door. Teenagers if Logan recalled correctly. There was a moment of music and nothing more before Virgil yanked the door open. “Okay fine, I’m ready professor.”

Logan nodded. “Wonderful. I would hate for you to be late on your first day of high school.”

They started to head outside. Virgil rolled his eyes so hard his whole head leaned back. “Ugh. High school,” he scoffed. “A germ-ridden population of teenagers who are trying too hard to impress other teenagers that they don’t even like in a never-ending popularity contest that isn’t even going to matter the moment graduation hits.”

“Now, now, Virgil,” Logan chastised as he ducked into the old car that was once their mom’s before she got a replacement. “You’re going to be in a couple classes with Patton. Surely that will cheer you up.”

Virgil glanced in the side-view mirror at the Sanders’ house across the street. Roman’s car was gone. They must have already left for school. “Mm,” Virgil grunted noncommittally, flipping his hood up over his purple hair. “Not sure even Patton could outshine the endless abyss of misery that is high school.”

“Virgil Julian Berry,” Logan snapped. “Cheer up. High school’s not all bad! It’s an opportunity to expand your mind and learn new things!”

“It teaches you how to take a test, Logan Samuel Berry,” Virgil retorted. “Nothing more. The second I walk out of the test I forget everything they taught me. So what’s the point?”

Logan sighed. “You’ll see, Virge. It’s not as bad as you think. You’ll see.”

“Mm. Guess so,” Virgil grunted flatly.

“Hey Logan!” Thomas Sanders called the second the Berry boys entered the school. They were in the same grade, but Logan was six months older than Thomas, who was one of the youngest juniors in the school while Logan was one of the elder ones. Roman and Remy were a year-and-a-half older than Thomas, who was in turn a year-and-a-half older than Patton. Patton was one of the youngest freshmen and Virgil one of the eldest, being almost exactly two years younger than Logan.

“Hello Thomas,” Logan greeted his friend with a nod. Virgil rolled his eyes and gave his brother a peace sign.

“Later nerds,” he said before heading off to find his locker. He knew where it was---he’d opened it at Freshman Orientation---but it was harder to find when there were hundreds of bodies crowding the hallways.

Virgil clenched his fists in the pockets of a jacket that was way too big for him. He hated crowds. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want---

“Virgil!” an excited, and very familiar, voice squealed.

A body about the same height and build as Virgil’s own slammed into him, engulfing him in a hug.

“Hi Patton,” Virgil greeted awkwardly. “I’m guessing you’re excited.”

“Heck yeah!” Patton exclaimed. “High school is a whole new world in front of us, Virge! What wonders await us? Who knows?”

“You’ve been hanging out with your brother Roman too much,” Virgil deadpanned.

Patton blew a raspberry. “Nah.”

Virgil glanced at the ceiling instead of rolling his eyes. “Whatever,” he said.

Roman and Remy strolled down the hall at that moment.The eldest Sanders twins were more or less royalty of the school, according to Logan and Thomas. Thomas called them the Disaster Twins behind their backs, but the rest of the school practically revered them. Roman played football and starred in the school plays and Remy was just... cool. He just seemed like barely-contained chaos that the younger students found themselves looking up to.

That didn’t change the fact that they were both overly dramatic. Or that Roman’s ego was overinflated and Remy was a catastrophe waiting to happen.

Patton seemed to sense Virgil’s thoughts. “Don’t they look cool?” he asked.

“Sure, Pat,” Virgil agreed.

“I know you think my big brothers are annoying but I think they’re awesome. I hope I grow up to be half as brave as Roman.”

“And twice as sane as Remy,” Virgil offered.

Patton lightly smacked Virgil’s arm with a playful sigh. “Okay, Virge. Okay. C’mon! Let’s go find our lockers again! I can’t wait!”

Patton giggled as he plopped down next to Virgil in Spanish. “I’m so excited! This is going to be so much fun!”

Virgil grunted.

Mr. Rodriguez started taking roll. “Berry, Virgil?”

“Here,” Virgil deadpanned, raising his hand slightly.

“Hoods off in class, Mr. Berry.”

“Sorry.” Virgil flipped off his hood, not sounding sorry at all.

When Mr. Rodriguez reached Patton’s name, he paused. “... Sanders, Patton?”

“Here!” Patton chirped, like a happy bird.

The Spanish teacher blinked. “Another Sanders?”

“Yessir!”

Another blink. This one slower. “Are you anything like Roman and Remy?”

Patton tilted his head side-to-side in thought. “I don’t think so, sir,” he decided on. “I’d like to be more like them, but I don’t think I am.”

“What do you think?” Thomas asked, showing off his summer project to Logan in Chemistry.

“It could do with some improvement, but I think you did well,” Logan assessed.

Thomas grinned. “Thanks! That means a lot coming from you!”

Logan actually smiled. “You’re welcome, Thomas.”

“Hey Roman! Catch!” Remy called, throwing Roman’s keys across the AP English classroom as he went to his own seat.

Roman wasn’t paying enough attention and got clocked in the head by his own car keys. “Remy!” he protested. His twin brother shrugged and took a sip from the Starbucks he’d ditched the last part of second period to go get. Mrs. Vinyl gave him a look over the tops of her glasses.

“Mister Sanders,” she said. “I trust this isn’t going to become a habit.” Mrs. Vinyl used to be the tenth grade history teacher before the old AP English teacher retired and Mrs. Vinyl switched. She’d had Roman and Remy for history when they were sophomores.

Remy sat in his assigned seat and kicked his feet up on the round table. “Absolutely not,” he said, voice laced with sarcasm and not even bothering to take his sunglasses off. “I’ll just leave Physics earlier.”

Several snickers went around the classroom. Mrs. Vinyl narrowed her eyes at him. “Rembrandt, if you don’t take your education seriously, you may one day regret it.”

Remy shrugged. “Doubt it, but thanks,” he said.

Roman rolled his eyes. “Remy...” he muttered into his facepalm.

#I have no idea where Remy's full name came from #I just pulled it out of my head #and I get that Thomas and Remy were supposed to be a couple #but...#I liked this better #disaster family #Sanders Sides #I might add more to this later #but for now #I'm tired and it's late #Logan Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Patton Sanders #Thomas Sanders #Roman Sanders #Remy Sanders

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aurum-fidei · 6 years

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Teen!Maximoffs/Clintasha AU - Part 1 - Home - Chapter 1

The Avengers all carefully followed Clint towards the farmhouse that stood in the middle of a field surrounded by nothing. Clint was carefully supporting Natasha as they climbed the steps up the porch.

“What is this place?” Thor said quietly to Tony.

“A safe house.” Tony responded

“Let’s hope” Clint responded as he opened the front door with a creak. He walked into the house and led them into a living room and called out “Katie-Kate? You in here?” They all heard a bang indicating the slamming of the back door closed.

The men standing behind Clint were all shocked to see a large golden retriever-with only one eye- bound into the living room from the kitchen.

Thor was the first to react and pointed at the dog with his hammer saying “Dog” Steve looked at him in exasperation.

Clint grinned widely as he removed the arm that was on Natasha’s back and began petting the dog “Lucky! I missed you too boy!”

“That… must be a bomb sniffing dog…” Tony said. The dog had begun wagging his tail as he received a pat on the head from Natasha.

“Clint! Did I seriously see a freaking quinjet land in the field?! Good Lord you are so lucky we do not have neighbors for miles.” Came a snarky female voice as a girl who could not be more than 19 years old walked in. She had on faded blue jeans and a simple purple t-shirt, her black hair was pulled back into a long ponytail and she held a bow in her hand and had a quiver slung across her shoulder.

Clint rolled his eyes as he pulled the young girl in for a hug.

“And that must be an Agent. A really weird Barton-esque female Agent.” Tony said.

Natasha rolled her eyes as she leaned onto the arm of one of the armchairs.

“So… Are you going to explain where we are exactly? And who this is?” Steve crossed his arms as he looked at Clint squarely expecting an answer.

“Ooo, you’ve never told the other Avengers about this place? Or me? The BETTER Hawkeye? I don’t know if I should be impressed at your secret keeping skills or offended you didn’t brag about me.” Ponytail girl said with an edge of sarcasm.

“The better Hawkeye? I thought he was the ONLY Hawkeye…” Tony looked completely confused.

“Oh, Stark, you haven’t seen anything until you have seen me in action.” She winked before turning and sauntering into the kitchen. “I will pull together some refreshments for our guests Barton, while you explain yourself.” She called over her shoulder.

Tony was opening and closing his mouth in shock.

Natasha rubbed a hand over her face as Lucky came and placed his head deftly in her lap, she gave his ears a good scratch before looking across the room at Clint “Better explain before Starks head explodes Clint.”

Clint reached up and ran a hand through his hair “Right… So. Yea, this is my home. It’s my childhood home and I kinda kept it a secret from SHIELD. This place doesn’t exist to them. I would like it to remain a secret. The dog… is Lucky. He’ll answer to Pizza Dog though. Don’t ask, it’s a long story… Kate… is Kate! I took her on as my protégé probably when she was around 15. So she initially was my sidekick and she patrolled the streets of New York. Now that she is better than me and all she is my equal she is the other Hawkeye in more ways than one.” Clint was rubbing the back of his neck

Natasha snorted “If that isn’t the truth.”

“Not helping, Nat.” Clint cut his eyes at her

“Wait… You knew about all this didn’t you!” Tony was now looking at Natasha in an accusing matter. No one noticed Thor and Steve slip out the front door.

Natasha rolled her eyes “Of course I knew. I am his partner.”

At that moment Kate came walking back in with a tray that held glasses of what appeared to be lemonade.

“Lucky for you, Mrs. Carlson from down the road knew you were away so she dropped by the other day. She left me with some fruit some eggs as well as a few gallons of that lemonade of hers.” Kate said to no one in particular

“Oh, I love her lemonade…” Natasha said as she quickly grabbed one of the glasses before Kat could set it down onto the coffee table.

Bruce smiled at Kate as he moved forward from his position and grabbed a glass “Thank you”

“Sure thing, Doc.” Kate smirked.

At that moment Steve came back inside and looked around. He took note of the tray that had glasses of lemonade.

“Thor left. Said he was going to try and get some information. Information he couldn’t get here.” He explained.

All the Avengers nodded in understanding.

They all began drinking their lemonade. Natasha was continuing in her petting of Lucky. Clint had sat down on the couch where he was soon joined by Bruce and Tony. Kate and Steve both remained standing. Kate fiddled with an arrow she had withdrawn from her quiver until a thought came to her.

“Soooo…. Clint…. Were exactly are you expecting everyone to sleep? I mean this house is only four bedrooms and we only have one couch… Or did you and Nat start sleeping together and forget to tell me?”

“KATE!” Clint yelled as his ears went pink. Natasha looked unfazed.

Tony gave a devilish smirk “You, I like you, Hawk-Girl.”

“Hawkeye, Stark.” Kate rolled her eyes as she corrected him but smirked back at him. “So, you gonna answer me or you gonna keep looking between me and Nat expecting her to rescue you from me?”

“Definitely like her” Tony whispered to Bruce. Bruce simply shook his head.

Clint glared at Tony before looking at Kate yet again “No, Kate. Nat and I are not sleeping together. But she is taking my room. I am going to bunk out in the barn.”

At that Nat cut her eyes at Clint. Without a word she got up and stalked up the stairs.

“Aw shit…. “ Clint got up “I am going to go and make sure she isn’t too pissed at me… Probably make sure she is doing better after everything as well. Please everyone make yourself at home. Kate think you could throw a few frozen pizzas in the oven?”

Kate nodded as Clint lumbered up the stairs after Natasha.

When Clint disappeared into the upstairs hallway Kate began bustling about. She grabbed her bow and took her quiver off her back and then proceeded to toss both into a nearby closet. She then went into the kitchen and dug out three pizzas and turned the oven onto the appropriate setting. She then walked back into the living room where the other Avenger all sat looking mildly uncomfortable as they looked around the room.

“So. Tell me. Are they still being ridiculous and refusing to admit their feelings for each other?” Kate said bluntly as she sat down on the ground in front of them, her legs folded up underneath her.

“Wait, what?” Bruce asked confused. Tony laughed.

“Clint and Nat.” Kate looked at them all expectantly “You know they have the hots for each other. Have had ‘em for years. They just refuse to admit it.”

Steve look bewildered “You think-“ Kate interrupted “I don’t think I KNOW” “That Clint and Natasha… have feelings for one another…”

Kate nodded “Well, yea. I mean do you see the looks they give each other sometimes? Half the time she looks at him like she wants to jump his bones right then and there.” Bruce looked as though he was about to pass out.

“Yes! I totally see it!” Tony was grinning widely. “But unfortunately yes they are still not admitting anything to each other.”

“Not cool.” Kate rolled her eyes “Maybe I can trick them into doing something while you guys are here…” She looked thoughtful for a moment when an alarm sounded alerting her to the fact that the oven was done pre-heating “Nice chat, Avengers! I’m gonna go stick dinner in the oven.”

The three men exchanged glances as Kate went into the kitchen.

Barely five minutes later, Kate was back with a pitcher of lemonade to refill their forgotten glasses. “Oh, by the way, Stark, our tractor broke down a while back and Clint is useless and that kind of crap so you think you could take a look?”

Tony look surprised but nodded as he sipped at the lemonade that was given to him.

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All’s Fair in Love and War (Colby Brock One-Shot)

With another glare at the picture on your phone, you forced yourself from the couch, storming past your best friend and housemate who was currently glancing at you nervously. You shoved your feet into your shoes, stomping for extra effect even though this wasn’t your intended audience, and you stormed back across the room to grab your keys. The house was relatively quiet without the click of nails on the wooden floors, and you had finally figured out why.

“I swear Colby Brock, when I get ahold of you…” mumbles of anger and curses fell from your mouth, eyes narrowed venomously as you grabbed the blue sticky-note and your keys. Angrily you glared at the picture again before throwing your phone to the couch and storming towards the front door. You heard the gasp as your friend glanced at the picture that had incited your fury.

“I’ll be back and single if I don’t get arrested first!” You called over your shoulder and heard your friend’s quiet laugh before you slammed the door full force behind you. You had nothing against your best friend, you were just very angry and with good reason. Your boyfriend of nearly a year had asked if he could take your dog for a walk and to the groomers while you were at work and you hadn’t been very worried about it. He had taken her before as your pup liked Colby nearly as much, if not more, than she liked you. You had figured he was trying to do something nice as you had been busy struggling to balance work with university and so you had given him the spare key to your house and had left for classes.

You stormed to your car, unlocking it quickly before climbing in and nearly forgetting your seatbelt as you started it and put it in drive. You pulled out of the driveway and started towards his house, mind still on the picture in your possession. You never thought you would get a text message as soon as your shift for work ended with an ‘oops…’ and your dog with all of her white fur dyed purple! You had thought that he would have learned his lesson after Elton had gotten done with him for dying his dog, Circa, pink during their prank wars. As you parked right outside of his house, you saw the curtains close fast and glared. You were furious!

“Okay guys, she just got here and she looks pissed!” Colby was giggling at his camera as you were busy storming out of your car. Your dog Ace sat next to Circa, looking completely normal as Colby knew better than to dye your dog any color without major consequences. He had taken your dog to the groomers and so she did look cleaner and had a pretty lilac purple bandana around her neck, but other than that she was the same dog that your parents had given you for graduating high school three years ago.

“Ace and Circa, go lay down next to Sam under the blanket.” Ace listened immediately and Circa followed, ignoring Sam’s whines of protest at being brought into Colby’s prank on you. It was the third year for the prank wars and he decided that since he was trying to date you at the time of the second prank wars, this was the perfect opportunity to bring you into it. He had just taken a picture of Ace and Photo shopped it so that her fur was purple, and then sent it to you. He knew you were mad when you didn’t even respond to him.

“Okay, let’s go greet her. She is about seven steps from the door and looks like she might murder me on the spot so we will see what happens.” He smiled brightly at the camera before opening the door and smiling at you. You on the other hand, were not smiling.

“Okay Colby, why did I get a text saying that you still had my dog and why did the picture look like you dumped permanent grape juice on her fur?” Your finger stabbed into his chest as you asked the questions, eyes stone cold as he tried not to laugh. Your fingers clenched immediately and you had half a mind to grab his shirt and fight him, but you put that in the back of your mind as he chuckled softly.

“Babe, don’t get mad.” He said softly, hiding the camera from your immediate view. You hadn’t even noticed it, too angry about your precious dog to care whether he was filming you or not. You stormed past him, ignoring the amused smirk on his face.

“Don’t ‘Babe’ me! If my dog is purple, you’re ass is single, I swear Colby!” Your feet carried you quickly to the living room where Sam was sitting, looking terrified with Ace and Circa sitting against him under the blanket.

Oh no.

With a sigh of utter defeat, you pulled the blanket off to see your precious dog in all her normal colored brown and white glory.

Thank goodness.

You surged forward, playing with the bandana around her neck as you picked up your twenty pound ball of fluff that was your Shetland sheepdog. As Ace licked your face, you turned to hear one sigh of relief versus the laughter that was erupting behind you. Sam looked like he had just run a marathon as he curled up around Circa, cuddling her as he sagged into the couch.

“Not funny Colby, I thought she was going to murder me! I had her dog right next to me so I mean, I was target number one! How dare you bring me into this?” As he continued to berate your boyfriend, you set Ace on the couch again and crossed your arms, very meticulously tilting an eyebrow at him. Colby smiled in an attempted sweet way, though you and the camera knew it was as fake as the picture you had received earlier. Speaking of camera, Colby placed the camera on a shelf where it would be able to see everything and then turned back to you.

“So welcome to prank wars! As you can see, I did nothing to your precious dog as you should know I wouldn’t. I cannot take your dog for a walk if she is purple because I’m sure you came here thinking of how to dispose of a body. Sam did nothing, first of all. I made the dogs lay next to him because he wouldn’t give the dogs the blanket so I could hide them away from him. Secondly, she did go to the groomers, that part was true as is shown by her bandana and the fact that she smells nice for all of five hours. Third, have I told you how pretty you are today?” You gave him a bland stare but the edges of your mouth were twitching up at his sheepish and slightly nervous face. With a sigh, you smiled fully and watched as he relaxed.

“Thank you for inviting me to prank wars, you are definitely going to regret that. First of all, I didn’t expect Sam did anything. He looked far too terrified of me when I walked in to be the culprit in this prank. Second, thank you for taking her to the groomers. I was prepared to beat you up or at least dump your sorry butt if you even touched her with dye, so you were correct in that aspect. I don’t know why you even thought this would be a good idea after you actually dyed Circa pink and Elton flipped out but that isn’t my problem, that’s yours. Third, thank you but I just got off work and rushed here after heading home to see if you had placed my dog back into my house so I am not sure I want to hear compliments right now.” You smiled sweetly as the sarcasm dripped from your words and he laughed, walking over to hug you. You let him, wrapping your arms easily around his waist and smiling at the camera as he did his outro and turned it off. You hung around for a little bit longer before clipping the leash onto Ace’s halter and taking her home. When you arrived home with a normal looking dog and a grand tale of the day, your roommate laughed and helped you plan your revenge.

And if Colby woke up with temporary purple bangs a week later because you and your friend were good at being sneaky (and had told Elton about the dye prank and he had taken empathy and had let you into the house at two in the morning) then that’s all there is.

Besides, all’s fair in love and war.

#Cobly Brock #imagine #First imagine on my second blog!#Awkward Turtle out!

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