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blushnik · 3 years

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I love love your works and posts. Always looking forward to more content from you. Anyways my question is that in Punisher season 2 really trashed billy. What do you think about it. Personally I Hate Krista and Madani. Do you think billy and frank would have eventually started a relationship if billy hadn't been outed for betrayal.

*SOBBING HAPPY NOISES* Lemme just- uh, lemme calm down, this was so much praise I didn't expect to see when opening the inbox 😭🙏💙💙💙💙💙💙

Okay, now to your question *breathing exercises initiated*

First, I just wanna say that I kinda pushed the entire season 2 out of my mind, especially THAT part (y'all know what I'm talking about, I ain't gonna say it out loud) cause it just really hurts but xD I think I can handle it for this one occasion.

Season 2 really went ahead and said: Let's just punish Billy Russo for 13 episodes straight, yeah? Cause the show's name is PUNISHER. And he's PUNISHER's nemesis, right? So we PUNISH him, that makes sense, right? *clown mask here* And people will totally cheer when we finally get rid of him cause he's BAD and deserved to be PUNISHED, RIGHT? *clown levels intensify*

Lemme just point out that Billy Russo DID get his punishment when Frank introduced him, quite intimately, to a mirror. He suffered consequences of it during his coma in his dreams and after with memory loss and all conditions that came with it. And that'd be okay to have at the start but NOT FOR THIRTEEN FKING EPISODES.

You can't beat up a character that much, for that long, and then expect us to be cheering when he meets the shittiest end you could possibly think of. Not to even mention the monumental waste of potential in that story.

Remembering what he did and being told what he did are two VERY different things. If he doesn't remember shit then ofc it doesn't make sense to him how could he ever betray Frank like that. For all he knows, everyone just turned against HIM and made up this lie, his best friends and people he cared about going after him for – in Billy's eyes – no reason. Forget Maria and kids and Rawlins, just the fact my best friend, the only person I ever truly felt connected to and trusted and cared about ground my face against a broken mirror would be A LOT to process.

I seriously expected Billy to remember what he's done somewhere in the middle but somehow the writers thought new characters nobody cares about and an overly complex plot is a better way to go? That letting Billy be just a confused screaming crying mess for the entirety of season 2 while ten meaningless subplots get resolved so he can die right after will somehow work?

Look, I get he was supposed to lose everything he had in season 1, that being not only his wealth and company and good looks (he's still hot shut up and those feeble scars, bitch, what was that, Shadow and Bone did a better job at doing accurate scars) but also his self-control, his control over his emotions, composure, his ability to keep his cool, smooth-talking, etc.

But you can't let him be the victim and then expect the audience to not empathize with him or feel sorry for him and to NOT be okay when he dies right after it seems he finally found some peace, happiness, and love (I hate Krista too but shit, he was so happy with those stupid flowers, Ben sure knew what he was doing when he gave those blue flowers to Alina right before everything turned to shit).

Granted, he did shitty things in season 1 and season 2 too but the difference is this;

In season 1, those were his conscious choices. He never was a victim even in his own story. He knew he stepped on other people in order to get himself higher, he decided when it comes down to it, better someone else than him. He decided that after building himself up, no price was too great to pay just to make sure he was never hitting the bottom again and he had no problem with doing it because he's incapable of compassion and 'even though he loves Frank more than anything or anyone, Billy loves himself just a bit more' – Ben Barnes' words, not mine.

But in season 2, he doesn't know about any of that. He does feel like a victim because from his POV, everyone is simply attacking and somebody close to him hurt him for things he can't believe he did because at that point, he believed he would NEVER be capable of doing such things. And when he does something shitty – it's because he feels attacked, he feels like he needs to protect himself and that he's pushed towards it.

Pretty fking hard to see him as a villain, at least for me -.-

It's almost like the writers were too scared to explore that emotional turmoil and impact it would have on him and how it'd change his character if he remembered. Which is SUCH a shame it hurts. Ben Barnes has put so much nuance and depth into Billy's character, he had dimensions and so many layers so just imagine what it would be to have all of that go through some serious angst and explore his relationship with Frank further.

But no.

Instead, we get this imitation of angst where Billy Russo becomes a punching bag and we're supposed to go OOOH HE STILL EVIL BITCH when he darest to punch back.

And don't get me started on the worst character kill-off I've ever seen. Just no. I am not even sharing my opinions on this cause it's too much to think about.

So there you have it, season 2 is trash in my opinion, they really did Billy so dirty while throwing in subplots and characters that were absolutely unnecessary to have. It could totally be just about Frank and Billy trying to come to some closure (violent or not) and maybe Dinah sprinkled in cause she got a lot of beef with Billy too.

Now just to quickly answer the other question, would they have started the relationship eventually if Billy wasn't outed for betrayal?

Marvel and the Mouse are cowards so ofc not in the canon, but in my humble hcs opinion, ofc YES. Frank's the only one Billy feels a connection with and vice versa. And while it's easier for Frank to care for other people than it is for Billy (since, unlike Billy, Frank is capable of compassion), nobody gets him and accepts him the way Billy does. I like to think of that quote from the Darkling for this:

"I've seen what you truly are and I've never turned away."

That's Billy @ Frank. Together with the reasons, I listed in the previous ask where I pointed out how they complement each other ^^

PS: I just wanna say I actually love Dinah but it may be because of my hcs. She was really getting on my nerves at the beginning and then I just made up stuff in my head that made me really fond of her, like Dinah dating Karen Page and being the good bro for Frank and Billy.

Thank you for the reading if you made it this far, THANK YOU for the kind words and keep invading my inbox if you like 🥰💙💙

#asks #brank #frankenbilly #billy russo x frank castle #frank x billy #more brank rant #i love you anon 💙

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dotsayers · 3 years

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the beloved @myrmidryad

this is a LONG one so here’s a cut to avoid do you love the colour of the sky syndrome

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

101 after a recent purge... no one may know about my Past

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

329004! used to be about 350k but again... purge

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3 i’ve written for (chronologically) doctor who, skyfall, discworld, les mis, star trek, lord peter wimsey, marvel (various), in the flesh, red vs blue, roosterteeth rpf, check please, hockey rpf, star wars, daredevil, rivers of london, dishonored, emmerdale, dirk gently, holby city, hot fuzz, kj charles, guardian, the covert captain, taskmaster rpf, good omens, ghosts, roswell new mexico, leverage, schitt’s creek, the magicians, 9-1-1, it chapter two, the magnus archives, the old guard, the mandalorian, the ritual, the locked tomb

way back on the pit of voles i wrote for twilight, harry potter, hetalia and xmen first class. and on the newsround chatrooms i wrote exclusively harry potter fic about my oc neville and luna’s daughter

as you can tell i am not prone to staying in one fandom writing wise, i tend to end up with one complete fic and seven abandoned wips concealed deep in my google drive

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

finally see what it means to be living (captain marvel, carol/maria, i really hit the zeitgeist with this one i think i was something like the fifth fic in the ship tag)

do whatever you think (the magnus archives, this series is actually #2-7, then #8 #9 and #11 for me so i’m going to cheat a bit)

standing in a world of my own (daredevil, matt/foggy/karen, another zeitgeist hit! really miss writing for daredevil actually... it’s a perennial fave)

a winding road that stretches towards the truth (iron man, tony/rhodey, i STILL don’t know when this got so many kudos. i swear i looked away when it was at 100 and suddenly it ended up here)

where the long shadows grow (star trek aos, kirk prime/spock prime, thank god some people are checking the prime kirkspock tag is all i’m saying!)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i don’t really Do angsty endings... possibly a blanket of stars just because i ended it on something of a cliffhanger and then completely zoned out of rnm for long enough that i forgot where i was going with it. there was definitely the intention of fixing things but then i just... did not do that. and now the show is on s3 and i’m over a season behind! life comes at you fast

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

where the long shadows grow, because it reunited kirk prime and spock prime and they DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY. i’m a complete sucker for presumed dead/back from the dead stories, actually, so on a similar theme i have two (TWO) daredevil fics which follow the trope, one about ray coming back post-s2 (might never be normal again) and one about foggy and matt reuniting post-endgame (in the corner, taking up space). this is the only time i will ever acknowledge endgame ever again

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i do write crossovers! in fact i am often roundly mocked by my friends for the increasingly esoteric nature of my crossovers. way back in secondary i wrote a twilight/labyrinth crossover where angela was sarah and jareth’s daughter because i had a massive crush on a girl who liked both twilight and labyrinth. however, since that has been comprehensively scrubbed from the internet, i think my craziest crossover is probably part three of ‘traced upon the skies’, already an esoteric crossover of rivers of london and hot fuzz, when i added in a crossover with the horror movie ‘the ritual’ just because i wanted rafe spall’s character to be happy

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

EXTREMELY rarely and only with extreme embarrassment. i will not be any more specific than that

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to really struggle with doing this, to the point that i had over 300 comments just. lingering in my inbox unanswered. so i decided to give those up and just commit to answering them from then on, which has been working fairly well for about a year and a half now. i love getting comments but i get overwhelmed really easily and struggle with replying in a way which feels meaningful without getting in my head about it!

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes lmao it was for a harry potter fic on ff.net where harry got sorted into hufflepuff instead of gryffindor. it wasn’t a very good fic but i think the fact it was clearly written by an 11 year old should have scared off at least some of the less flattering comments.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t... think so? i don’t know how i’d find out to be honest, my vanity googling is rarely very effective

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! as bronze may be much beautified (skyfall, mallory/bond) got translated into chinese, i was extremely pleased. i think it’s mandarin but the ao3 page for the translation doesn’t say and my mandarin is.................. extremely poor

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

also yes! me and jess little-smartass have written a lot together, although only our star trek/les mis series has been published, more’s the pity. we spent a lot of les mis fandom time workshopping aus and we were always extremely correct about all of it, imo

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh god. i think probably kirk/spock, although there’s some recency bias to that since i reread space manhattans recently and was reminded of my love for them. i really like writing jon/martin but i’ve mostly done that from outsider pov which is a bit different to writing shipfic, i think. joe/nicky from tog was also something i really liked writing but i struggle with plotting longer fic with them

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i recently went through my abandoned fic folder so i actually have a few options for this. the obvious choice would be ‘any of the hockey ones’ but i did delete most of those just for my sanity. more recently i started writing a vaguely smutty pre-the thing mac/fuchs fic for alex @milkdrinker5000 which i really WANT to finish but am struggling with. most obscure answer (even beyond the thing) and most likely to remain unfinished is the insanely in depth post-tog booker/copley fic i had planned out back in about october. i wrote a good 6-7k of that one and then i realised it was going to be, like, difficult, and decided if i was going to put that much work into something it may as well be the novel im meant to be writing

16. What are your writing strengths?

once a friend told me i had an excellent facility for dialogue and ive thought about it every time i write ever since. i love writing dialogue and i think i’m good at knowing what sounds ic and what is right out.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

one of the things i struggled with for a really long time, and honestly still have trouble with, is depicting action in words. once i wrote a hockey fic which featured multiple hockey games and i spent probably four times as much effort editing those to make sense and be interesting that i’ve ever done on a talkier scene.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i’ve done it but only when i knew more or less what i was talking about - i did italian at school so i felt confident using it for nicky in something particular and real. i try not to italicise when i drop in words from other languages, which is what i usually do when i’m using a language i haven’t studied in depth (for example, joe’s use of arabic in some of my fic), and to only use words which i’ve heard used by native speakers in that context. i think if you don’t feel confident using another language, generally speaking, you shouldn’t do it. and for god’s sake don’t use google translate for a full sentence

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter on the newsround chatboards. ariana lovegood-longbottom my sweet child

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this used to be an easy question because hands down the fic i was proudest of on posting it was i’ll be seeing you. i spent a year and a half on research and writing! but these days i do cringe a little at my hockey fic, and i think i’m prouder of some of my shorter works. let’s do a curveball and say layer on layer, down on down, which is my favourite of my rnm fics and the one i like most from a narrative voice perspective. getting michael right was stressful and i’m still proud i got it down for a TIME LOOP FIC, my absolute favourite trope

tagging @little-smartass and @leescoresbies just in case they want to try this

#gin i can't BELIEVE you wrote for xiaolin showdown. iconic #text post tag #tagged in #writing tag

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ihaveafandom-problem554 · 3 years

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Hamiltots 2

"Honey! you've met Alexander, right?" Washington shouts from the reading center. "Yes, he's adorable.. and troublesome. He made a lot of friends on his first day.." Martha says while cleaning the tables over at the crafting table. "He helps Lafayette a lot- What!" George glared at his wife from across the room. "I said one thing about him."

"And that will be it."

"Oh please... Why'd you mention him?"

"He....He almost started a fight with Jefferson. He also called Lafayette 'Laffy' "

" Reason one, of why I called him troublesome... We really have to keep an eye on him. I don't want any fights between the thre- two" Martha says quickly trying to cover her mistake by coughing. "Three?"

"I said two George, did you sleep well?" Martha questions while walking over to her husband, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I should be asking you that question. But yes your right, I don't want him to get hurt.."

A couple hours later...

Hercules and Madison were the first to enter, greeting the two adults. Madison went over to his little spot in the reading center as Hercules goes over to the play center where all the toys were.

A couple minutes passed before Mrs. Martha heard a small knock on the door.

"Oh Alex!" Says the startled woman. "Where's Mom?.."

"Work." Alex blankly stares at Mrs. Martha. "Ok... Um come in.." Alex rushes in hoping to see Jefferson, but had a rush of disappointment when he only saw a book hiding someone's face. Another rush of disappointment when the hair wasn't large and poofy.

"ALEX!" Alexander turns his head around to see Hercules inviting him to the play with him.

JAMES MADISON'S POV yaay!!!

I slowly look up from my book to see the new kid run off to Mulligan. I sigh in relief, I don't want to meet anyone I don't recognize without Angelica first. She's better at meeting people than me.. I just get really shaky, and I forget how to speak.

"You ok honey?" I jump in fear. " Oh dear, sorry I didn't mean to startle you.." I look to see Mrs. Martha putting her hand on my head to calm me. "Yeah, I'm ok... Thank you for asking."

She smiles in awe. "Of course honey." She goes back to replace a some of the books.

I'm really surprised she doesn't have any kids... She's so nice and gentle. Always looking after everyone, maybe that's why she owns the daycare.

I grabbed my blankie and put it over my head, letting the warmth hug around me. No matter how hot or cold it was, I will have my blankie with me. I don't know what I'll do without it.

40 minutes later

"Tu vas devoir lui dire les règles. S'il ne les suit pas, je le ferai-" I listen to the sound of a boy speaking french. "Ouais ouais peu importe. Je vais lui expliquer." Someone sassed back.

I'm taking the guess it was Lafayette, judging by Hercules and the new kid's reaction when he got closer to them.

Sugar.. If he's here, then...

I feel a shadow above me. I'm praying its Angelica, I'd do anything if it's her.

I take a peek. Poofy hair.. ok 50% chance..

It's not done.. 20% chance..

I look down.. It's not her favorite shoe's she said she'd wear today... -20% chance..

Fancy magenta shirt... -80%...

Hands are crossed and their foot is tapping... -99%- oh what's the point. Ladies and Gentleman, here we are, a pink loving, poofy hair southerner, troublemaker... please, you simply must meet Thomas, THOMAS-

He knocks on my book "Thomas Jefferson's home~ Now open up!" He takes the book out of my hands and places it on the floor, then looks back at me with a smug look, waiting for his 'good morning'.

"Good morning Jefferson...." I whisper, not wanting to be loud. "Louder" He demands. "Good morning Jefferson..." I say a little louder. " Come on louder than that.."

"Good morning Jefferson."

"If there was a scale on how loud people spoke, you would be at -10,000" he says removing my blankie out of my face as it falls. I look down, not knowing what to do, I smile.

"Why are you smiling?" He questions. "O-oh uhh, I-I... I don't know... I-I didn't know what to do.."

"Yeah, your pretty sad.." he says sitting next to me.

This is like a routine for us. If Angelica doesn't come first, I have to say Good morning to Jefferson, 'loudly' then read him a book 'loudly' until Angelica comes. When she does, we walk around the classroom and greet everyone, but if Angelica comes first, I have to recite the alphabet 2 times, loud enough for her to hear, then read on of the level two books out loud to her until Jefferson comes. When he comes we go around the classroom to help the adults, but I have to ask. Luckily he gets carried away and he does most of the talking.

They claim it's to help me out of my shyness, I don't think I'm shy... I just... don't like to talk to people a lot..or be around people a lot... or look them in the eyes... sometimes they look really scary...Sometimes I feel like crying.... I just want to hide under a blanket and read with my blankie. I like that. Ooo! with Ice cream too! Sometimes with Apple pie with a bit of whip cream on it!-

"I don't know why your smiling, but I wanna know!" Jefferson jumps. "Oh I-I was just thinking about reading under a blanket- et w-w-ith Ic-Ice cream"

He looks at me, with this huge smile. His eyes are also lighting up. "Oh I love to do that with Laffy! When it's the summer we hide in under the loft bed I told you about, and-and we take all the ice cream or-or Macaroni and cheese Right? and-and we play all types of games in there. It's so fun" He says throwing his hands in the air then falling back in the bean bag giggling loudly. I giggle too. I love to see him in a giggly fit or excited for the littlest things, it's so cute.

"Ooo what do you do?" He says sitting himself up. "Oh! well um- I- When I'm alone I g-go to the Kitchen-en t-to find-" I try my best to look him in the eye, but when I do, he.. looks so interested... I never really looked him in the eyes while I'm talking to him. Has he always looked like that? "I try to f-find the best t-type of Ic-Ice cream, then I rush over to the bedroom and hide under my blanket and start reading the book I-I was reading for a while now..."

"The book where the girl saves the pig and the pig becomes really famous for some reason." He says cocking his head to the side. " Oh I also started reading it yesterday."

I don't know what I'm feeling but I think I'm doing the thing Hercules does when he's happy.. "Wait really!" I spoke a little louder than usual. "D-Do you like it!? Cause I do! I really hope you like it!-"

Third POV

Mrs. Martha is star struck at how "Loud" James was speaking, she didn't even notice Maria tugging on the ends of her dress. "Oh! Maria deary, what's- James apologize to her now!" Her voice switching quickly from a kitten to a lion in a split second scared both Maria and James.

"H-huh?"

"Not you Madison, I'm talking to Reynolds"

"O-oh ok" ending with a harsh cough, he turns back to Jefferson to who was bouncing in the bean bag for some reason.

"I didn't do anything to her. She's just a baby." he says playing with scissors. Mrs. Martha leans down to Maria. "What did he do now, sweetheart.."

Maria was on the verge of tears " Whe-When I was picking up m-my paper he dropped, I turned around and saw him go-going to cut my Hair!"

"No. I. Wasn't." He protested from across the room.

"Yes-Yes he did. Yesterday he-he said m-my h-air w-was t-too-"

"Calm down honey.." Mrs. Martha picks up Maria who was now crying out of fear. "Reynolds go over to the corner." He makes this inhumanly noise before getting up to the corner. " And put those scissors down now!"

Maria tugs on Mrs. Martha's necklace trying to grab her attention. "yes sweetheart?"

Maria leans in her and whispers.. " d-don't t-tell him I-I said t-th-this b-b-ut" Maria looks up to see if James was looking. "h-he sai-d h-he would cut m-y li-lips i-if I-I t-attled o-on him a-again" Maria trying her best not to cry out loud covers her mouth immediately.

Mrs. Martha almost freaked out but quickly gained posture to calm down Maria. She gave her husband the 'we need to talk' look. Washington noded strenly, then turned around sharply to rethink his actions this morning wondering if he did something wrong.

A little later more kids came in

" Mr. Washington... you need help with anything?" George looked down at his desk to see Jefferson trying to peek at his work. "You didn't need help yesterday, so what about today?" Washington smiles and pats Jefferson on the head. " We have new books, I think I might need help putting the 'Level 1' stickers on them."

Jefferson immediately lights up. " Yeah! I can do that! Where are they?"

"The back room.." Jefferson ran over to the back room in insinat. "Don't start any fights!" he hears Washington shout at him. What does he mean by that?.. I mean if jammy is in there I won't start a fight with him... Or Laffy.. Angie.. she's a different story..

As opens the door slowly opens the door, thoughts still going to his head....That is... until he looks up.....

Alexander and Laurens stare at the poofy haired kid for a bit until Alex breaks the silence. "Ew, Get out."

"No! you get out! your not supposed to be here!!" Jefferson points at them, Laurens hides behind Alex as he does the talking. "Nuh-uh your not supposed to be here, annoying babies aren't allowed-"

"Alex! we don't say that to friends." Mr. Washington walked in with a large handful of books and labled stickers. How did he open the door- no idea.

"He's not my friend.."

"Alexander!" Jefferson goes up to hug Mr. Washington's leg. "He-He called me a stupid, poofy idiot."

"DID NOT-"

"YEAH HE DIDN'T SAY THAT-" Laurens finally pitches in. Jefferson glares at both of them. "Yes he did Mr. Washington-n-n...." He whines with a very dramatic pouty expression with large puppy eyes. " I don't know if he actually said that, but you still need to apologize for calling him a-"

"But I don't want to..." Alex whines. "It not the matter if you want to or not, it's a must Alexander-"

"But why???" He complains once more.

"Alexander.." He says more sternly. Alex whimpers before turning Jefferson who had a fat smug smile on his face. "I'm sorry ...I guess"

"That's better, now I'm gonna leave you guys here for a bit, I will come back I just need to finish some paperwork." Washington says putting the books and stickers on the table. "All you have to do is to put the sticker on bottom right corner, right next to the opening." He shows them an example and tells them to do the same. "Good! Now Don't start any fights or you will stop helping me." He warns.

The three boys nod and smile until he leaves. "Why are you two here!" Jefferson spoke first. "I asked Mr. Washington if me, Laurens, Hercules, and Laffy can help him." ( A/N: I swear he's playing with fire...) "So Herc and-"

"Call him Laffy one more time, I will give you a paper cut" Jefferson threatens holding up a book.

Alexander mouth got closed by Laurens who shook his head and whispered. "He's done it before, it was big too. He once did it to Mr. Washington when he told him no." Alexander gave Laurens an annoyed look before staring back at Jefferson who sat down and grabbed a couple books and stickers.

...

"Where's Laffy?"

"What?" Laurens picks his head up from the book he was trying to read. "You said Laffy asked to help too, Where is he?" Jefferson says, sounding more like a demand than a question. Alexander rolls his eyes. " yeah he's with Herc and Mrs. Mar-"

"IT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCHUYLAR!-"

"Don't have one." Jefferson smirked. Angelica playfully tackled Jefferson on to the floor. " OW! GELICA!" Angelica flipped her puffy hair and looked down at Jefferson with sass. " First, You didn't greet me today. Now your helping without me!"

"I thought you were with Jemmy!"

"We finish greeting people in about two to three minutes and you know that Mr." Jefferson sticks his tongue out at Angelica before laughing it off.

"Oh that's Angelica, Peggy's older sister. We like to call her Angie but Jefferson's different so he calls her Gelica." Laurens whispers. Alex nods, he remembers her from the reading center incident. She's pretty... and scary

Angelica looks up. "Oh! I didn't know you two where here. You boys had a nice morning?" she smiles.

"Yep! Are you helping us?" Laurens jumps. "Yeah! I was trying to convince Jammy to come but he said he wanted to stay in the Reading center with his blankie..." Angelica sits down in between Alexander and Jefferson.

Alexander thought it would be nice to start a conversation with her but Laurens wanted to talk to him.

"Lexi, HamHam, Hammy, Ham, Alex, exy-"

"Laurens, what are you doing?" Laurens smiles when he finally got his attention. He also has one of the stickers on his forehead-

"I just wanted to name all the nicknames I have for you." Alex smiles wide. "You forgot dunce." Ok Alex's smiles fades into a scowl.

"Jeffy! That's mean!" Angelica protested. "That's the point.." He boops Angelica's nose, making it difficult to keep her scowl.

"Well I think, one of his nicknames should be cutie~" She says booping Alex's nose. Causing the short boy to have a small hint of blush creep across his face.

"Ew, Gelica I thought you had a good nickname for him. Not a lie."

"Jeffy, what is wrong with you." Angelica's hair whipped Alex's face as she scolds Jefferson who only smiled brightly.

"He did nothing wrong, you mother-" "Call that again you bit-" "Oh you wanna fuc-"

"Jefferson hunny! Come here now!" They hear Mrs. Martha call. Jefferson got out of his seat to see what was wrong. The other three got nosey and followed.

As they walked out of the back room Jefferson fell backward due to someone running into him. "OW WH- Oh Jam-"

When Jefferson picked up James' head, he saw tears coming down his cheeks. Jefferson starts to worry. "Hey Jemmy." Jefferson hugs him hoping it'll slow his hard crying. "He started crying when I came back inside. I tried asking him what happened but he just started to cry harder." Mrs. Martha kneels down trying to help both the boys up.

"Jemmy..." Jefferson cups Madison's face and squishes it a little as he does a pouty face. He does this with Lafayette when he's sad. A small smile appears on his face but it doesn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Wha happen?" He finally asks. Madison leans in for a hug as he cries harder.

"I-I can't find my Blankie!"

#alexander hamilton #hamiltots #hamilton #james madison #thomas jefferson #angelica schuyler #john laurens #george washington #martha washington #maria reynolds #james reynolds

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litwitlady · 4 years

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Cosmic Clowns, Part 3

The first two parts can be read over on AO3. Enjoy!

The next two weeks fly by without incident. Alex barely sees Michael, but notices how much better the office already looks. How many fewer things creak. His desk is still one millimeter off level. He often hears Maria, Liz, and Michael laughing outside his office. Catches Maria and Michael in the stairwell more than once whispering together about god only knows. Wonders when or if they are already seeing each other regularly outside of work. And he doesn’t mean for lunch at the Crashdown. If they are dating, he will file Michael’s return and release him from work immediately.

But he’s too scared to ask Maria.

Michael is always friendly in passing. Little waves, terrible accounting jokes he’s googled, a smile with a ‘hey’ attached. But Alex never stops to chat, never returns his friendliness in kind. He’s not mean; he’s just distant. And he never catches the looks of disappointment Michael shoots at his back every time he curtly mumbles a ‘hey’ without so much as a sideways glance.

Maria and Liz spend their days alternating between client work and eye rolling as they watch the two men begin a dance that only can end one way. They just hope that day comes before they’re all tucked away in retirement homes. But they have their doubts.

The third week presents Alex with a new problem. Maria and Liz are taking the week for a girl’s trip to Mexico. So, he’s left to fend for himself with no one but Michael for company. And he’s maybe kinda sorta a lot terrified. Knows he needs to be friendlier. Stop and chat. Ask him questions about himself. Normal things you do with employees. Not that Michael is a formal employee. He’s something else. Something else entirely.

At any point, Alex could file that return and be free. But he never does.

So, Monday morning comes whether he likes it or not. Michael is already hammering away, hanging some of the art that’s been collecting dust for over a year. Alex stops to appreciate Rosa’s paintings. Liz’s sister is next level genius and they are lucky to have some of her early work. She’s so well-known in art circles these days that Alex has had to expand his insurance policy because of those three paintings. Liz is super proud.

‘She’s good. Liz’s sister.’ Michael is talking around several nails in his mouth. Alex barely understands him.

‘Rosa’s always been an astonishing talent. And we’ve always been crazy jealous. Because she got out.’

Michael looks back at Alex’s wistful look. ‘Got out?’

‘Of Roswell. The rest of us got stuck.’ Their lock eyes for a brief moment and the temperature in the room skyrockets.

Michael drags his eyes up and down Alex’s body. Slow and with no shame. Turns back to his hammering. ‘You can be an accountant anywhere, Alex. Tax law exists outside of New Mexico. You didn’t get stuck; you decided to stay.’

Alex feels like he’s been sucker punched. Gets irrationally angry. Mostly because Michael is right. He chose to stay in this bigoted backwater town with nothing but sand and cowboy hats for miles. And it’s not like he can even blame love of family for his decision.

He turns towards his office. Michael watches him go.

A couple of hours go by uninterrupted. The shadows in his office grow shorter as the sun nears mid-sky. He’s working on billings when Michael knocks on his door. ‘Ready to level that seesaw you call a desk?’

Alex rolls his chair out of the way. Michael kneels down at the lopsided leg in question. He grabs something out of his toolbag and lifts the desk with an ease that confuses Alex. He’s not even using two hands. But the way Michael’s biceps flex beneath the weight is enough to distract him from the sheer impossibility of what Michael is doing.

Within seconds, the desk is perfectly level. Alex asks if he wants to run the pencil diagnostic, but Michael mutters a ‘nah’ and shrugs his shoulders.

‘You’re very cocky.’ Alex grabs a pencil and places it on the desk, anyway. It doesn’t budge.

‘No, I’m just very, very good. No point in lying about it. And I’m good at a lot of things, Alex.’ There can be no denying the heat in his voice or the innuendo in his words. Alex blushes down to his toes. His eyes are staring at his shoes, twitching back and forth willing himself to come up with some similarly flirty response. But Alex has never been good at flirting. And so, the moment passes.

Alex reminds himself that Michael flirts with everyone. That he’s always ready with a quick quip or a sideways smile. Leaning suggestively on Liz and Maria’s desks, laughing with all that light in his eyes. There’s nothing special about him. Nothing at all.

Michael has turned to leave, but he pauses in the doorway. Looks back over his shoulder. ‘Would you have dinner with me tonight?’

Alex stops breathing. There’s no way he heard that correctly. ‘What?’ His voice nothing but a whisper.

‘I just mean-,’ Michael’s voice to trails off and for the first time Alex thinks he may be nervous. ‘I just mean, you always stay so late. And I was going to swing by the Crashdown anyway. For Arturo’s enchiladas. So, I could get dinner to-go and come back.’

‘Why?’ One word questions the best he can articulate at the moment.

‘I don’t know. I thought maybe we could get to know each other better. Liz and Maria have told me a few things. But not much. I’m still new in town, trying to make this place a home or whatever. So.’ His thumbnail is scratching at a splinter in the doorframe. His eyes aren’t staying focused. He’s definitely nervous.

‘You’re new here? Then how did you know about me – that stupid parade?’

Michael shrugs. ‘My brother and sister have always lived here. Isobel was the one who organized the parade. She’s on that girl’s trip with Liz and Maria as we speak.’

‘Isobel Evan is your sister? What – how?’ Alex is trying to do the math in his head but coming up blank.

Michael smiles. ‘That’s a long story. But tell you what. You let me bring you dinner tonight and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.’

Alex’s brain tries to give him a million reasons to say no. But his heart leaps forward and Alex hears himself saying yes. The smile on Michael’s face widens and Alex swears he can see the cockiest man he knows blush. Because of him. And it’s like every dream he’s ever had has suddenly come true.

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Stay tuned next episode for Michael’s POV. And their first date! I mean, this must be a date right? RIGHT?

#malex #malex fic #cosmic clowns cpa #things are heating up!

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camelliacats · 3 years

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until the ride ends & even after that (parts 81-90/200)

Drabbles spanning the lives and love of Victoire Weasley and Neville Longbottom.

Chapters 81-90: [FFN] [AO3] | ← → | start from the beginning

Pairings/Characters: Victoire Weasley/Neville Longbottom, Augusta Longbottom, Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley, Oliver Wood, & OCs

Rating: K+

Words: ~1,480 collectively

Additional info: romance, cross gen, family, angst, fluff, Maydayverse, Next Gen era, 3rd person POV

Summary: No matter what, they would be together. They were always going to be together. *200 short, non-linear drabbles for Victoire and Neville, on love, life, and looking behind them before they look down the road.* [Potter–Weasley family fluff, Longbottom family fluff, and Neville- and Victoire-appreciation.]

*81—Care*

He was in love again. Augusta was sure of it. Before, after he'd split from Hannah, Neville had taken to having his grandmother over more often once more. But now she saw less and less of him, and they spent less and less time together.

So it was nice right now, with the two of them sitting quietly, enjoying the other's company while eating Chocolate Frogs.

"What's her name?" Augusta inquired.

Neville held a Chocolate Frog in his open palm as if it were Trevor and not a bit of magic. "Her name is 'Victoire.'"

His grandmother snorted. "She's French?"

"Only on her mother's side. Really, she's as British as they come."

"And when do I get to meet her?"

He smiled. "Soon, I hope."

*82—Queens*

They sat, rocking the occupied crib. They were doting on her, their new baby girl.

"She's so sweet," Victoire cooed, staring at their baby.

Neville pulled his eyes away from their child long enough to catch Victoire's new maternal glow. He smiled. "Yeah, she is."

Victoire looked at him. "Can you believe it? We created that. We made her!" She seemed ready to burst in her bubbliness.

He laughed softly so as not to wake the baby. "That's a delicate way of putting it!"

Victoire beamed. "But she's ours, all ours… I quite like her name, too—'Frédérique Élisabeth Longbottom.' It rolls right off the tongue, don't you think?"

"It's a beautiful name," he remarked. "And now I have two queens instead of one."

*83—Denims*

"Now that is a sight to behold."

"Hmm? What are you looking at, Mum? Oh, my Godric, gross! That's Dad's bum!"

"Yes, and lucky for you and your sister that I still like it!"

"Ew, ew, ew! We are so not talking about this!"

"Your fault. You invited Junior over to help us in the yard. Don't tell me you've not been staring at him in his denims, too, Frédérique. And what's with that, anyway? His nickname's 'Junior,' but he's actually 'Colin Creevey II.' So we shouldn't be calling him 'Junior' since Dennis, and not Colin, is his dad."

"Oh, I dunno. He's just always been 'Junior,' okay? And can we please stop admiring blokes' bums now?!"

"Hey, even I can appreciate the view from here…"

"Mum! That's my boyfriend you're talking about!"

"As I said, I can appreciate the view…"

*84—Rainbow*

It was a random thought. The year-end feast was beginning, and Ravenclaw had won the House Cup. Everything was cobalt and bronze. It was beautiful.

But he saw more than just cobalt and bronze.

He saw the indigo of her eyes when cast in shadow. He could picture the clear blue sky of summer behind her. He could see the hint of violet mascara which she wore on special occasions. He looked forward to reclining on the green, green grass with her, their tanning fingers entwined. He could picture the yellow of her straw summer hat. Then there were her luscious waves, orange tresses that always flew freely and fell over her shoulders as they pleased. Of course there was also red—the red of her lips and the red of her cheeks whenever she moved to kiss him.

The colors and Ravenclaw reminded Neville of Victoire, and he couldn't wait to go home tomorrow morning, home to her.

*85—Nothing*

Maria rolled a lollipop between her fingers as though Hogwarts hadn't ended yet for them. She looked up at her best mate, but Victoire was backlit by the sun, so Maria had to shade her dark eyes. "What are you going to do, now that we're out of school?"

Victoire had her hands on her hips as she stood before her sitting friend. "Nothing. I don't think Malkin will hire."

"Have you showed her your designs? And your mum taught you loads about sewing and patterns."

The Weasley shrugged. "Dunno. I mean… I feel so unsure about everything right now."

Maria frowned and opened the lollipop. "Share-sies?"

"No, thanks, Maria."

"Maybe you should just forget about Longbottom…" But, even as Maria said it, she knew Victoire was likely to give it another go.

*86—Again*

He could hear their chatter even in the next room. "Vic, is Maria here again?" Neville pushed open the door to the kitchen, his question answered.

"What, don't you love having me over?" Maria asked, switching three-year-old Frédérique from one to hip to another.

Neville sighed. "I have no comment. But I remember that, the few times Vic got into trouble, you were always there," he pointed out.

The dark-haired witch grinned as Victoire groaned. "Lucky for you, professor, that Vic had detention with you a few times."

"Maria!" Victoire scolded her. But she was blushing and distracted. Neville narrowed his eyes at them.

"Is there something going on that I should know about?" he inquired warily.

"Mummy's got a pregnant!" Frédérique happily chirped before the two women could respond.

*87—Spoil*

"Happy Christmas!" Rose and Scorpius chirped as they passed a large gift to their daughter.

Ianthe opened it to find the gorgeous azure cloak she'd been eyeing for a while. It was the perfect fit for her thirteen-year-old frame, and it had sparkly red material threaded through it at the hem and cuffs so that, when she'd move, the cloth would look blue then purple then red. It was lovely…but Ianthe frowned.

"What's wrong?" Scorpius asked, as attuned as ever to his baby girl's emotions.

"Thank you for the gift," Ianthe said in lieu of replying. She knew her parents shared a concerned glance while she moved on to the next gift and the next.

But she couldn't answer her father in a thousand years. There was just no way that she could say she wished not for material things but the kind of family time Margot and Fréd got with their parents. She wished for her parents to spoil her in that way.

*88—Side*

After the reception, the guests dispersed and disappeared, and Neville chose to break things down so that Victoire could rest. Thankfully, Oliver, Louis, and Hugo had stayed behind to help.

The four men worked silently as Gabrielle and Dominique put the leftover food and favors away. The wizards had started working from the middle in pairs and worked their way outwards, so that now Louis and Hugo were across the way from Neville and Oliver.

Oliver tried to chat with the new groom. "So, Neville…"

Neville glanced at him. Once upon a time, it would've been great to have Oliver on his side. But, as Oliver had become Victoire's uncle through marriage, Neville knew what to expect. "Yeah?" he prompted anyway. He was expecting what he'd heard from Bill and Fleur, from Dominique and Louis, from Maria, from nearly all of the family—a threat to treat her right or else.

So when Oliver said, "She's a lucky woman," Neville was speechless. And so the pleasant silence resumed.

*89—Month*

Once upon a time, Neville lived peacefully with Victoire. They had their jobs and their families, but they came first in their life.

Scandalous age-gap aside, they were a perfectly normal couple. They traded off chores whenever they felt like it, they had plenty of arguments, and they indulged in affection daily.

To be honest, it grew so that there weren't any more surprises with them. It could be expected that Victoire would never turn the lights off when leaving a room, that Neville would remark every time he saw a car pass their house that he should get an auto, that neither of them would refill the birdfeeder in the backyard because they were sick of attracting everything but birds.

Victoire didn't mind, though. She just saw it as a sign of growing up.

Neville minded, however, so he decided to change it up. And every night for one month he would present her with a different bouquet of flowers and a different language as he said, "I love you."

*90—Week*

On Monday, he kissed her to make her get up. The peck on the cheek gave her the energy to start the work week.

On Tuesday, she kissed him to heal. He'd burned his tongue on the tasty fish she'd prepared for dinner.

On Wednesday, he kissed her as another encouragement. A good snog helped them both get through the middle of the week.

On Thursday, she kissed him for the heck of it. It was just a sign of affection, a kiss on the shoulder, but what did anyone expect? It was hot in the summer, and she had no energy.

On Friday, he kissed her because it was raining. There was nothing like a kiss hidden by an umbrella.

On Saturday, she kissed the hand of his which she held. They danced the night away, and she never let go of him.

On Sunday, they didn't kiss. But they slept in and dreamt of all their kisses before.

Remarks for—

Ch82: Note: They're not just his queens for being the special ladies in his life… It's because there's Victoire—Victoria—and Frédérique Élisabeth—Elizabeth. The queens of England. XD This is more of a private joke than anything else, though, because I know two sisters whose parents named them like that, so it's a running joke.

Ch87: And so I finally introduce my OC, Ianthe, Scorrose's daughter. I like to think that Scor and Rose would be the worst of their gen when it comes to doting—they've got it bad. Sadly, sometimes Ianthe feels suffocated by that… But they mean well.

Ch88: X3 Gabriver is kinda headcanon for me, tbh… No kids, but marriage. So Oliver's the uncle of Vic, Dom, and Louis. But I think he'd say this because he's known Neville a lot longer than he's known his niece, haha.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note (regarding ch88): Oliver is such a sweetheart, my goodness. I think he might cut Neville some slack, too, bc Oliver is so Quidditch-minded anyway. XD

And if you want to support until the ride ends, please swing by its FFN and AO3 versions and consider liking and reblogging these posts on my HariPo fic tumblr!

#hp #harry potter #vicnev #victoire weasley #neville longbottom #<2500 #romance #cross gen #family #angst #fluff #rated: PG #maydayverse #next gen era #3rd POV #vicnev: until the ride ends and even after that

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lyrazehedgieboiii · 4 years

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Wedding Disaster!

Another crappy story I made long ago. Original is on Wattpad under Lyra_ze_hedgie. Both part 1 and part 2 is on this.

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONIC!!!!!!!!!!!!

Amy= 19 years old

Sonic= 21 years old

Lyra 18 1/2 years old

Blaze= 19 years old

Cream= 18 years old

Rouge= 19 years old

Maria= 19 years old

Silver= 21 years old

Knuckles= 21 1/2 years old

Shadow= 22 years old

Tails= 20 years old

It was 7 in the morning, and the Sonic Team girls were wide awake. As you can see in your brain, the girls are at Amy's house, sneaking through the door. They were about to wake up Amy and get her ready.

Cream, Amy's self proclaimed little sister, did the honors of waking the sleeping beauty. "Amy, wake up! You got to get ready for the happiest day of your life!" Cream squealed with excitement.

"I'm gonna give birth..?" Amy said dozily. She was 1/2 asleep, if you were wondering. Rouge and Maria were holding their chests from trying not to snort and laugh.

"Out of the way everyone! This is sure to wake Rosy Posy up!" Lyra yelled as she carried a 3 gallon full bucket into Amy's bedroom. She sprinkled a few drops onto Amelia's face. She still isn't up. She spills a little on to her face. Amy got up immediately.

"I'm up, let's get ready! Lyra water the plants with that, and make me look like a goddess, girls!" Lyra opened Amy's window and dumped the water close enough to the plants. The girls all dragged Amy to Rouge's mansion because her wedding dress was there. They had her take a shower, and while Amy was doing that, the girls took all the make-up out.

"This is going to be amazing! Sonic and Amy getting married! Amy will be my sister-in-law! Girls, she has to look perfect!" Lyra said. Lyra is Sonic's little sister.

"Amy, are you done yet?" Maria asked from outside the bathroom door.

"Yes!" A muffled voice answered from the other side of the door.

The girls all shoved Amy into a chair in front of Lyra's vanity table, and began to look at Amy and thought of what to do.

"Oh shoot! I forgot the curling iron! My 20 others are broken." Rouge realized.

"It's alright, Rouge. Besides, I have fire powers, so watch what I can do. Oh wait, first dry Amy's hair." Cream quickly did that with the blow dryer. Blaze wrapped sections of Amy's quills around her finger and warmed it up. She let go, and made luscious curls. "There, perfect. Amy, you look like an angel."

"She'll look more like an angel once she wears her wedding dress!" Lyra said, while bringing in the wedding dress. (It was a long white gown with red petals all over the bottom hem and along the chest.

"Oh Lyra, it's beautiful." Amy said with tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry, Amy, or else you'll ruin your makeup!" Cream yelled.

"Okay, okay!"

Amy put on her dress, and it fit perfectly on her. It made her look like a princess. While admiring her wedding dress, Rouge and Lyra put some eyeliner and some blush on.

"Perfect! Now let's go, or we'll be 5 minutes late to being early." Lyra said.

"You sound like Spongebob, Hun." Rouge stated.

"Point is, we should be out now!" Blaze said, in an impatient tone. "I want to see some SonAmy smooching!" Amy blushed in embarrassment.

"Amelia! Now I can't tell if you're blushing, or if that's your blush making you look pink on the muzzle!" Cream said. Everyone laughed.

As the girls went out, something totally unexpected happened...

Hey, it's chapter 2. (Cream's POV)

Oh no. Eggbots. They're going to ruin Amy's wedding day, and her dress! Everyone immediately gets into battle stance, and takes out their weapons, or show their powers. Me? I stayed in front of Amy to guard her. Lyra, who's still learning to use her scythe, has formed a somewhat big shield around Amy and the girls. I was scared, was Amy going to be kidnapped by Eggman? That bastard! He's in his 70's or something, and he's still trying to kill Sonic! Then, Lyra moved a little, she could only protect me and Amy. The girls started to fight the crab-bots, and bee bots, whatever they're called. I heard some short battle cries. "Cream! Run Amy over to the limo!!!" Maria yells.

"Okay!" I take the hem at the back of Amy's dress, and raise it up, so it doesn't get dirty. I didn't really care about my dress getting messed up, it's Amy's that mattered. We suddenly see all the girls get thrown back. Oh, no... Amy hates when any of her friends get attacked, so in a snap, her piko-piko hammer comes out of nowhere, and Amy makes pissed off look at the robots. I don't want to interfere, but this is her wedding, I don't want her beautiful image get ruined! "Amy! Don't! You'll ruin your dress!" I shouted, but she ignored me.

Oh no.

It's the hammer of doom! Amy's hammer evolved and she was swearing like there was no tomorrow. Hey, I'd be doing the same thing if it were my wedding. Amy suddenly smashed all the bots, and strutted her way to the limo, all the girls watching her with shocked faces. She didn't even ruin anything! We all ran to the car, me going first. Not to brag, but I'm the maid of honor!!! Everyone expected Rouge, but I was chosen. I'm the most like her sister! Suddenly, Maria kicked the driver out of his seat.

"We are supposed to be at the altar by now!" Maria stepped on the peddle, not caring whether she got a ticket or not. Within minutes we were here. Lyra checked to see if everyone was there, and they were. First the ring bearer, and flower girl, which were Sonia's kids, Cecilia and Carlos. Then came in Amy, arm in arm with Shadow, since Amy had no father figure in her life. Behind her was the maid of honor. Which happens to be me. Then, came in Rouge, Sonia, Blaze, and Maria. Lyra was going to be the person that recited the vow things. On the side were Sonic's groomsmen, Shadow, Silver, Knuckles, and Manic. The best man was my boyfriend, Tails. We lined up beside Amy, and watched everything.

"How come the girls look like they were ambushed?" Tails asked.

"Amy looks like an angel."

"And in a few minutes she'll be my sister in law!"

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today on this momentous occasion, to witness the joining together of Sonic Ogilvie Maurice the Hedgehog, and Amelia Lynn Merica Rosette. Now, before we begin, is there anyone who rejects this proposal?" We looked around. "Thank Chaos, no one. Sonic, do you take Amelia to be your wife, through life and sickness, and til death do you part?" Lyra looked at Sonic, who was smiling, a few tears falling down his face.

"I do." Sonic responded. Amy was crying heavily, and so was I, it was beautiful!

"And Amy, do you take Sonic to be your lawfully wedded husband, to protect you, to love you, through life and sickness, and til death do you part?" Lyra looked in Amy's direction.

"I do."

"A good marriage is created. The little things in your life will become the big things. You will never be too old to hold hands, never be too old to say good night or for a gentle kiss.

A good marriage is remembering to say "I love you" on a regular basis. It is never going to sleep angry. It is standing together, on each other’s strength and support.

It is having the capacity to forgive and forget. It is providing an atmosphere in which each of you can grow.

It is finding room for the fruits of the spirit; which are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control.

It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner.

You will have this kind of marriage if you continue to Chaos as the source of your romance, love, and affection. Now, say your vows." Sonic started first.

"Ames," everyone 'aww's when he said 'Ames.' "When I first saved you from Metal Sonic, I was surprised to see someone as brave and courageous as you. You were as cute as a button, but fierce with that hammer, and I wouldn't marry anyone else. You are the only thing that keeps me happy. You were the only person I noticed, the only person who could turn me on. You were different from those other fan-girls. You were always by my side, even if I lost a battle, you still loved me, even if I was a werehog!" He chuckled. "And since I met you, every time you talked to me, my heart beat in my chest, and only you made me feel like that. I love you Ames." Amy was crying heavily. She sobbed, and gave him a quick hug, before beginning. (Lmao so uncharacteristic)

"Sonikku, before we met, I had a thing for tarot cards, it would say we will meet, it would say you are my perfect soulmate. I believed all of that, in fact, it's one of the things that got us together. And when I got kidnapped by Metal Sonic unexpectedly, you saved me. You were exactly everything I imagined. You were brave, courageous, loyal, smart, strong, loving, and experienced, if you know what I mean." Insert a dirty smirk and wink amen. "You're also very confident, and knew when pride got in your way. I wanted to always be beside you, to love you, to make you happy, to stay with you for all eternity. And now you made my dreams come true. And you have my near all to yourself, until our futures children are born. I love Sonikku."

"With the power bestowed upon Chaos, I pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride." Lyra said. Sonic picked Amy up and spun her around before kissing her gently. She kissed him back, hands never leaving each other.

"Hey, Sonic?"

"Yeah?"

"I caught you."

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER. DE END.

#sonamy #sonamy wedding #whether it be boom #modern #classic #im so sorry this was so bad #ugh #who says frick anymore #ugh again #fml #Lmao i was so retarded and dirty-minded back then #sonamy fanfics #sonamy fanfiction

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xreaderfic-land · 6 years

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What Lies Beneath Part 9 Red Hood (Jason Todd) X Reader

Summary: Coming back home to Gotham after several years was a tough choice, but you needed to put the past behind you. You blame yourself for Jason’s death and hope that with a medical degree you can have a second chance at saving the kids of Gotham’s streets, but the past won’t stay buried. As the Red Hood invites himself into your life and the little safe bubble of a lie you call life bursts you’re left struggling to cope. Your secret studying of toxins used by Gotham’s villains is sure to land you in hot water eventually, but you’re always up for a challenge. Life is a game of survival and it’s time you joined in.

Co-Author: @inkteller-17 Tags: @jason-todd-rh @totallynotashieldagent @exotiicqueen494 @dragons-of-the-usa Tags OPEN Word Count: 4,881 WARNINGS: Language

A/N: Hope ya’ll enjoy this longer piece to get us into the thick of it.

Catch Up Here

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Your POV

“God damn it,” You swore as you ripped open the shiny gold envelope in your hands.

“What is it?” Red asked over the phone.

“Nothing really, just a friend’s dad is throwing a charity ball and of course I’m going to have to go,” You explained as you looked at the fancy invitation.

“Why?” Red asked.

You sighed. “He’s a big deal and I kind of owe it to him,”

“Oh really? You know a big shot. Who is it?” Red asked.

Adjusting the phone to your other ear, you tossed down the invitation before dropping down onto your couch. Sighing, you ran a hand over your tired face. Would Red think less of you if he knew how close and connected you were to Bruce Wayne?

“Bruce Wayne,” You simply replied after finally getting the guts to just say it.

“You know billionaire Bruce Wayne?” Red asked with a scoff.

“Well first off, I don’t see him as billionaire Bruce Wayne. He’s just an old man who has a bunch of kids. Which is why I know him in the first place,” You told him.

“Hmm, so are you going to take a date tonight?” Red asked changing the subject.

“Why are you offering?” You shot back with a chuckle.

Red laughed through the phone.

“Hell no. Charity balls aren’t my thing,” Red replied.

You both fell silent.

“Wait! Does that mean you’ll be dressing up in one of those frilly foo-foo dresses?” Red asked.

“That’s my cue to hang up on you,” You hissed.

“Oh come on Y/n! I’d love to see you in one of those dresses,” Red teased.

“Shut up,” You told him.

Red only laughed harder.

“You know I’m going to make you pay for this, right?” You asked him.

Red was too busy in his fit of laughter to even listen to you anymore. You waited several more minutes for him to finish up his laughter. He mumbled something about picturing you in a dress and only began to laugh even harder. Letting out a loud groan, trying to pull him out of his laughing fit didn’t work. You resorted to just hanging up on him.

“Goodbye, Red,” You growled before hanging up on him and his laughter still echoed in your ears.

Speaking of dresses, you didn’t have any dresses that were up to date or that fit. Groaning, you rolled off the couch to head into your bedroom. Searching through your closet you came up empty handed like you figured. Which meant you were going to have to buy a damn dress.

You might as well just get it done and over with. Cramming your feet into your shoes you grabbed your bag and hurried out of your apartment. You weren’t going to be wishy-washy about this one. You would go to the first store and buy the first dress that fit.

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So the plan to buy the first dress didn’t go, well as planned. As you tried on the first dress it reminded you so much of your homecoming dress. It was the first dance that you were ever asked to. Jason didn’t do anything cute or funny to ask you to the dance. He just sent you a simple text asking you to go.

With the dress bring up old memories of Jason you couldn’t help, but notice the similarities between Jason and Red. They were both great at teasing you. There was no doubt that two of them were a freaking mystery.

As you were lost in thought about the realization that you were starting to have feelings for Red, you didn’t notice how the ladies at the boutique kept bringing back several more dresses for you to try on. None of them seemed to be the perfect one. And every time you looked at yourself in the mirror you kept picture Jason in his black suit standing next to you.

“Alright, dear, I think I may have found the perfect one,” The nice older lady said handing over the black and lace dress.

You took the dress and quickly slid it on. You immediately realized how it fit perfectly and was actually quite comfortable. The dress dipped in the back and the skirt was not too puffy, but also had a nice flow to it.

You actually couldn’t believe how good you looked in it. You did a quick spin to give yourself a look over. You caught both of the boutique women staring at you.

“I think I’ve found the winner,” You grinned.

They both clapped their hands.

“Wonderful! It’s perfect for you,” She beamed.

“I’ll get a garment bag while you change,” The other said.

You slipped out of the dress and back into your clothes. You learned quickly that the older lady’s name was Maria and she persuaded you into buying a new pair black heels to go along with your new dress.

You left the boutique with spending a little more money that you had planned on, but the dress was definitely well worth it though. As you made your way back home you were completely oblivious to the two shadows following closely behind you.

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Over the next few days leading up to Bruce’s charity ball, you kept yourself busy with the cure. Something was wrong. More kids were getting sick and the ones that you had already cured were getting sick all over again. You knew it was time to take a step back and take another look at the cure. It had to be better. To be stronger. You refused to let another kid or person die from this illness.

With you going into overtime on trying to perfect the cure that meant you were spending even more time with Red. Which only made you realize that you were starting to have really strong feelings for him. Part of you was excited to have feelings for someone again, but then there was a part of you that you felt like you were betraying Jason and the memories that the two of you shared.

“Hello, earth to Y/n,” Red said.

Snapping out of your thoughts you looked up at him.

“Sorry, I’m just tired,” You lied.

“You sure?” Red asked not really believing you.

“Yeah, all of these extra hours in at the hospital and then staying up late working on the cure is just starting to take a toll on me,” You said.

Red just nodded and dropped the conversation which you were grateful for and hoped he didn’t bring it up again.

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Jason’s POV

Jason was fucking tired, okay? Between the late night, patrol shifts and helping Y/n with the cure he was absolutely exhausted to his core. He was beginning to think about kidnapping Y/n, telling her the truth about who he really is, and then taking them far away on a month-long vacation. They both damn well deserved to get away from this shithole for a while.

But even though all of that sounded nice he couldn’t just leave his stupid brothers alone to take care of Gotham. Even though he was pissed at Dick and wanted to slam his face repeatedly into the wall he wouldn’t leave him hanging like that.

That’s why Jason was currently waiting in the living room with Dick and their dad. Bruce insisted that they needed to come back over for another talk. Jason didn't want to talk. He wanted to beat up Dick like when they were younger, make Dick apologize, and then go back to the way things used to be before all of this blew up in their face.

“So are you going to tell us why we’re here or what?” Dick asked breaking the silence.

“We are waiting for someone,” Bruce replied.

Jason rolled his eyes. Great. His luck his dad probably brought in another shrink to try and get them all to talk about their feelings. When the living room doors pushed open Jason was surprised to see Selina Kyle stride in.

“Thank you for coming, Selina,” Bruce said.

Selina kisses Bruce on the cheek.

“It’s my pleasure,” Selina purred.

“Well, I’ll leave the three of you alone,” Bruce said before quickly walking out of the living room leaving his sons with the lion.

Selina turned her attention towards the boys.

“Alright, you idiots, what’s going on between the two of you?” Selina asked.

Dick and Jason glanced at one another, but neither of them speaking up. Selina raised an eyebrow at the two of them before taking a seat opposite of them both.

“Can I take a guess?” Selina asked.

Jason said nothing, but Dick nodded his head. Dick was interested in how Selina was going to make them crack.

“Your dad means well, but we all know that he can be a little bit of a ditz when it comes to certain things,” Selina started.

Dick sat on the edge of the couch.

“I know that you two know that there is someone out there making a cure. And let me guess one of you knew but didn’t tell the others?” Selina said.

“How the hell did you manage to figure that out?” Dick demanded to know.

Selina grinned. “I have my ways,”

“It doesn’t matter if you know or not, Selina, I’m not going to tell you or Dick anything else about it,” Jason growled.

Selina sighed and crossed her legs.

“You have three brothers who are very good at what they do, Jason. They could help you,” Selina said.

Jason rolled his eyes. “No, that’s just three more people involved that I’d have to look after,”

“Joker is behind all of this! He’s killing people. You refuse to tell dad, that’s fine, but I can’t believe you’d keep this from all of us!” Dick roared.

Jason shot to his feet.

“See it’s your quick temper that’s keeping me from telling you what’s going on,” Jason spat.

“Your temper is worse than mine!” Dick yelled.

“Boys that’s enough,” Selina hissed.

Dick and Jason both fell silent.

“So this whole fight is about Jason not trusting you?” Selina asked.

“He doesn’t trust anybody,” Dick growled.

“That’s not true, I trust Y/n,” Jason said.

“Yet, you won’t tell her that you're alive,” Dick shot back.

“Jason, is that who is making the cure?” Selina asked.

“No, she isn’t that stupid,” Jason lied with a growl.

“Jason we all want to stop Joker and cure everyone, why can’t we work together?” Dick asked his brother.

“Because for once in my life I’d like to be able to accomplish something without you having anything to do with it,” Jason snarled before storming out of the room.

Selina looked over at Dick with a gentle look.

“Sorry Selina, thanks for trying anyway,” Dick said before leaving her alone.

Selina sighed. This was a bigger mess than she thought it was. Bruce was in for a rude awakening when he finally figured out what the boys were fighting over. Selina looked up when Bruce entered.

“I take that didn’t go well?” Bruce asked.

“I can’t say that I know what they are arguing about, but I am sure that part of it has to do with sibling competition,” Selina said.

“It can’t just be that,” Bruce said.

“It’s not. There’s more there, Bruce, but I do think that you need to let them settle it though,” Selina suggested.

“They are at each other’s throats though,” Bruce said.

Selina gave him a knowing look. “I understand, but they are old enough to fix this one their own,” She said before excusing herself.

Bruce was lost for words. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

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Your POV

The charity ball was tonight. Your hair was already done. You curled it into loose curls before pinning it up to keep the weight of it off your neck. The new dress already hung from your curves and you were just about to slip into your shoes when there was a knock at the door. Sighing, you crammed your foot in the remaining shoe before hurrying towards the door.

Yanking it open, you came face to face with Red.

“Hey,” You greeted.

Red was silent.

“You okay?” You asked waving your hand in front of his face.

“Y/n, you look stunning,” Red said in awe.

A smile broke on your face.

“Thanks, Red, do you want to come in?” You asked him.

“No, I just wanted to stop by and see you before I head out on patrol,” Red told her.

“Well, I don’t have plans on staying at the ball too late tonight. Do you want to swing by later so we can continue working?” You asked him.

Red nodded. “Text me when you’re on your way back and I’ll head over,” Red said.

“Okay, bye,” You said.

“Hey Y/n,” Red said.

You paused closing the door.

“Have a good time tonight,” Red told you.

You gave Red a soft smile. “I will and thanks,”

Red turned on his heel and you closed the door. Leaning up against the door you took a few deep breaths trying to calm your nerves. The way Red paused and stared at you got you all flustered. Pushing away from the door, you hurried to grab your purse as you had called a cab twenty minutes ago.

Taking the elevator down you couldn’t help but think that you had wished Red was here with you. You wished you could have seen his reaction to this dress and the way you looked, but you would have just move on and enjoy the night and look forward to having some alone time with Red later in the evening.

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You moved around the dance floor trying to make your way over to the refreshment table. All you wanted was a nice cold drink and to get away from some of the snobby rich folk. Finally, you broke through the crowd of people and let out a happy sigh. Hurrying over to the table you grabbed a glass of champagne and sipped on it. Feeling the cool liquid pour down your throat was refreshing and satisfying.

“I was wondering when I’d be running into you ever since I heard you came home,” A familiar voice said behind you.

A smile was already on your lips as you turned to see Selina standing there.

“You’re the one who is always too busy for me,” You teased her.

Selina pulled you in for a hug. You gave her a light squeeze before pulling away. She was wearing a slimming black dress and she was covered in diamonds.

“Selina, you look gorgeous as ever,” You told her.

“Me? Darling, you’re going to kill all of them tonight with this dress,” Selina grinned.

You chuckled. “Thanks, Selina.”

“And just what have you been up to since you’ve been home?” Selina asked.

“Work keeps me pretty busy. Not much time for a social life,” You told her.

“Yet, here you are,” Selina said.

“Oh you know, Bruce, you can’t really tell him no,” You joked.

Selina tipped her head back and laughed. “Now this is very true,”

You and Selina fell into conversation. You were unaware of her secret agenda as she tried pulling information from you. Selina was desperate to find out if it was you who was creating the cure. It was going to cause her a lot of problems if you were part of making the cure. She needed the money from Joker, but when it came to you and the boys she was going to have to make a decision.

“There you are!” Bruce exclaimed.

You and Selina looked up as he came over to join the two of you.

“Just trying to catch up with our dear sweet Y/n,” Selina said.

“I haven’t seen you at the Manor lately,” Bruce pointed out.

“Just been busy with work. It’s not like the good ole days where I can just play all day,” You said.

“Understandable, but you could always join us for dinner one night,” Bruce suggested.

“You tell me the time and day and I’ll make it a point to come over for dinner,” You replied.

The three of you stood around and talked for several more minutes before you excused yourself. You were ready to go home. As you made your way back towards the front of the place to hail down a cab you were stopped by a few of your colleagues from the hospital.

You were unaware of the horrendous situation going on at your apartment halfway across town.

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Across Gotham

“What is taking you so long?” Joker asked impatiently.

“I don’t know boss, I’ve never had problems with picking locks,” Neo replied.

“Well then I guess it’s time for plan B,” Joker said.

“Plan B?” Neo asked.

Joker whistled. Neo looked up to see four more men coming down the hallway with the battering ram. Neo dove out of the way as the four men began to ram into the locked door. Joker laughed maniacally as he watched the door burst into pieces.

Stepping through the hole in the door, Joker looked around the apartment.

“Boss?” Neo asked.

“Destroy it all boys!” Joker giggled.

Neo stood with Joker as the others rushed into the apartment and began tearing things apart. Joker was grinning from ear to ear and laughing hysterically as he watched the chaotic mess in front of him.

“Hey boss, we found the lab!” One of the men shouted.

Neo followed Joker through the mess towards the spare bedroom. The room was set up perfectly. She had everything that she possibly needed to continue on making her cures. Joker walked through the room and looked at some of her things. He picked up a couple of viles, tossed them down and then crushed them under his foot. A dark cruel smile curled to his lips before dropping away.

“I want nothing left of this room. Destroy it all. Everything needs to go,” Joker ordered.

Neo watched as the others began to go berserk on all of the equipment. There was going to be nothing left for her to use to continue working on that godforsaken cure of hers. Neo had to dodge out of the way as a table leg went soaring past his head. He looked at the men than over to Joker with wide eyes.

Joker walked through the apartment taking everything in. Now that he was satisfied with the mess that they caused. Joker whistled once again. The four men dropped what they were doing and quickly left the apartment.

“Are we done, boss?” Neo asked.

“I think the little girl will get the message now,” Joker replied.

Without saying another word the two of them left the apartment. Neo kind of wanted to see her reaction, but he knew better than to stay and kept in stride with Joker as they hurried from the complex building.

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Your POV

Your feet were killing you. Even though you had slipped from your shoes in the cab it still felt like you were walking in those damn heels. Taking the stairs two a time you hurried to your floor. You wanted to change out of the dress and order pizza before Red arrived.

As you neared your apartment you noticed something was a little off. It wasn’t hard to miss the gaping hole in your door. Cursing, you took in the sight of your destroyed room. You looked around and saw that your place was empty. Carefully you climbed through the door and slowly began looking around.

Everything was destroyed. There was nothing left in one piece. Suddenly, it hit you. Making your way through the mess you rushed towards the spare bedroom. You pushed open the door and your heart sank. Your lab was destroyed. Everything that you had been working on was gone. Completely trashed. Nothing was left.

Your knees buckled out from under you. You sank down to your knees. You picked up a few crushed items and held back the tears. You sat there for a few minutes trying to keep yourself from breaking down. Pulling your purse off your shoulder you pulled out your phone.

Red answered on the first ring.

“Hey, I won’t be another hour or so,” He said.

“Red,” Your voice cracked.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Red asked.

“Someone broke into my apartment,” You said.

“Shit,” Red swore.

“Can you come over? Please?” You asked him.

“I’ll be right there. Do you have a weapon?” Red asked.

“Of course, I do,” You simply replied.

“Just sit tight,” Red growled before hanging up.

You didn’t even bother to move. You sat on the floor of your now destroyed lab and waited for Red to show up. You had no idea how long you sat there. You didn’t even hear Red calling your name or enter your apartment.

Red found you still in your dress and still sitting in the spot that you had called him from. Red dropped down next to you.

“Y/n,” Red softly spoke.

“Who would do this? Who knows its even me?” Your voice cracked.

“I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out, okay?” Red said reassuringly.

Sniffling you wiped your face and then looked up at him. Red stood and brought you with him.

“I’m going to call a team in to clean this mess,” Red said.

You just nodded. Red noticed how you began fidgeting in your dress. Leaving your side he walked over to the door where he dropped his pack. Digging through he found a pair of his spare clothes. Returning, he nudged your shoulder gently and held out the clothes to you.

“Oh, I’m fine, I don’t think they destroyed my clothes,” You told him.

“Just wear the damn clothes,” Red growled.

You didn’t have the energy to argue. Taking the clothes you disappeared into the bathroom. The only room in your place that remained untouched. Shutting the door you went over to your sink. Leaning against the counter you looked at yourself in the mirror. Black circles were already forming under your eyes. Your mind was a zombie as you went through the motions of changing from the dress and into Red’s offered clothes.

The sweats had to be rolled several times and the shirt nearly swallowed your form, but it was comfortable. You inhaled shakily allowing the scent of Red to calm your nerves as your worked pins from your hair. You didn’t even care to try and take care of the pins. You let them fall onto the counter or let them remain in their fallen spot.

Turning on your heel you exited the bathroom to find Red just outside waiting for you. You cast him a tired look. He could see it etched into your face. The exhaustion and stress, not just from tonight, but from all of the late nights starting to take a toll on you.

The amount of stress and work you’d put into the cure only to have it all leveled was disheartening, to say the least. Silently walking toward your living room you took stock of the damage. There was nothing left in one piece. Everything had been broken. Shattered to pieces. That’s how your heart felt as you continued to take in the damage of your belongings.

Heaving a sigh you waltzed into your kitchen and lifted yourself onto the counter because there was basically nowhere else to sit. Letting your legs swing off the edge you suddenly flashed Red a smile. Red ruffled your hair knowing that you needed a little something.

“Well, this is fantastic.” You said dryly.

“I think you’re either still in shock or having a mental break there, Y/n.” Red pointed out.

You barked a dry laugh unable to do much else. Biting your lip you fought back the sting of tears threatening to unload. Gripping the counter harder you willed yourself to not break. Not in front of him. You absolutely refused to cry in front of him. You didn’t want to be another girl that sobbed on a man’s shoulder. You wouldn’t bother to stoop so low. Picking your head up you gave him a look as if to show him you were strong enough. To prove that you weren’t going to break because of this.

Red stepped cautiously toward you. Your form stiffened as Red simply gathered you in his arms pulling you tight into his embrace. With your face buried in the crook of his neck, you started to lose your emotional battle. Putting the strong girl aside, you broke. Damn you and damn him for making you feel safe enough to do this. Tears streamed down your face as you cried into his shoulder.

Red only held you tightly as you cried into his shoulder. After your tears finally stopped you picked your head up. Red wiped your face dry of your tears.

“Do you feel better?” Red asked.

You only nodded. The two of you were interrupted when Jason’s crew showed up.

“Holy shit, Hood,” The tallest one gasped.

“Can you guys get this done asap?” Red asked.

“Yeah, no worries, Hood, we’ll get this all taken care of,” The second one said.

The crew disappeared into the rest of the apartment. You looked up at Red.

“Will you make sure you send me the bill for this?” You said.

Red shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it,” He said.

“But,” you began to argue until Red cut you off.

“Seriously, it’s fine, and don’t bring it up again,” Red told you.

You pressed your lips together.

“You know you don’t have to stay,” You said.

Red said nothing as he turned away from you. He went over to the fridge and pulled out a beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off and then leaned against the opposite counter and stared at you. You let a sigh before shaking your head.

Red’s phone began to ring. You looked over at him.

“Go ahead and take it. I’m going to order food,” You said sliding off the counter.

Once you were out of earshot, Red answered his phone.

“What?” He snapped.

“We need to talk,” Dick said.

“Now is not the time,” Red growled.

“The person who called you was that the person who knows about the cure?” Dick asked.

Red said nothing.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Dick said.

“What do you want from me, Dick?” Red snarled.

“Just for you to be fucking honest for once,” Dick snapped.

“I can’t do this now,” Red hissed.

“You have something more important going on?” Dick asked in a low growl.

When you reentered the kitchen you gave Red a small smile.

“Yeah, it’s more important,” Red said and then hung up on his brother.

“Everything okay?” You asked.

Red shoved his phone back into his pocket.

“Just patrol shit,” Red lied.

You nodded.

Sitting back on the counter you and Red fell back into a simple conversation. When the pizza arrived the two of you moved to the corner of the living room where there was a spot for you to sit and enjoy it.

The two of you completely ignored the men working around you. It felt as if it was just the two of you alone in the world. After you had your fill of pizza you leaned against Red. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Red asked you softly.

You shrugged.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Red asked.

“Just don’t leave me,” You whispered.

“That’s not going to happen,” Red replied.

Nodding, you closed your eyes. You could hear the steady pounding of Red’s heart. With the noise in the background of the Red’s crew cleaning and the rhythm of Red’s heart, you could feel yourself falling asleep. You jerked yourself awake.

“Hey, you’re okay, it’s okay,” Red cooed.

Saying nothing, you closed your eyes again. Red ran his rough hand through your hair. You nuzzled your head into his hand urging him to continue playing with your hair. Concentrating on his heartbeat and enjoying him massaging your scalp you let yourself slip into a deep sleep.

When Red finally noticed your breathing slow he knew you were out. He stopped running his hand through your hair. He caressed your cheek before wrapping his other arm around you. You curled into his grip. Red let out a long sigh. Red’s phone began to ring, but he ignored it. He knew it was one of his brother’s and he didn’t have the time or the patience to deal with one of their attitudes.

You mumbled something in his arms. Red looked down at you. “What was that?” Red whispered.

“Jason,” You cried out.

Red froze and his heart broke. How he so badly wanted to tell you the truth, but he wasn’t ready for that whole ordeal. He knew he would have to do it one day and he knew sooner rather than later, but for right now he just needed to enjoy this time with you first before he threw you for another goddamn loop. You didn’t deserve that. You deserved better than that and him.

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Uncharted - Chapter 1

Relationship : James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Warnings: nothing yet, but if there is anything I’ll mention it (smut, violence etc.)

Word Count: 2059

Part 2

https://myfandomsbeatcancersass.tumblr.com/post/164981543348/uncharted-part-2

A/N: Hi! This is my very first fanfic post here on Tumblr. This is not my my first fanfic, but I’m still very new:) I’m planning on this to be a very long fic. I think I’m going to post every Thurday but I’m not sure yet... At the moment I already have seven chapters written and I’m not planning on finishing soon. I’m working on this but you can still send in requests for imagines... Hope you enjoy !

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Unknown Location. Hydra Base

A venomous voice leaks through the thin walls of the dingy underground base.

“How did you let him slip through your grasp?” The dangerous women asks. She sits on a chair that stood a foot higher than everyone else. Her demeanour seemed calm, her face as cold as stone, yet her voice was dripping with anger and her eyes held so much contempt.

A yellow light bulb hung right over head, casting a shadow over her face. Only her hands and feet were visible. She was gripping the armrest of her throne with vice and her long legs were crossed and laid diagonally to the floor. Long emerald green boots with sharp teeth adorning the sides glinted in the dim light, threat seeping through every pore.

A man kneeled before her. He was of average height, grey hair slowly taking over his brown locks. His frame was built, but obviously older than most agents. He wore scrappy clothing, his pants were repaired more than once and there were streaks of mud on his boots.

“I-I I don’t know, ma’am. He-e somehow took out all th-the trackers. We c-can’t find them.” he stutters, he’s on his knees hands clutching his sleeves to prevent them from shaking.

“So, you are telling me, that you lost track of the Asset?” she hisses. “You had ONE job.” Her voice finally giving away some of the anger she felt.

“I’m sorry, Madame Viper, please spare me, we will find him again.” He pleads with her.

“Your pathetic attempt at an apology is useless. You are useless. I had high hopes for you Zemo. But, you just let me down.” Madame Hydra tuts. A moment of tense silence goes by, she finally lifts an elegant hand up. Her fingers wrapping delicately around the velvet leather of her whip, she swings her arm back and strikes him right in the throat, leaving him bleeding to death on the floor. She sighs as she signals some other soldier to take the body away and clean up the mess.

The rest of the audience of the room perks up, standing straighter as her unforgiving gaze passes through them.

“Find him.” She commands, and that’s all the persuasion they need before scurrying off to accomplish their task, hoping that the Lord will spare them of the wrath that is Madame Hydra.

Stark Tower, Avengers Base

Avengers, please go to Conference room B, an urgent meeting has been called on by Nick Fury, F.R.I.D.A.Y says through the coms. A collective groan echoes through the common room as the members of the team of heroes begrudgingly get up and hurry to the conference room.

Steve is already there leaning on the far wall and Director Fury stands tall, arms linked behind his back.

“God, it’s barely noon, why are we here?” Tony whines, he rubs tiredly at his eyes,

“Maybe if you weren’t hungover all the god damn time, you’d be awake enough to get herr without bitching.” the director shot back.

“Language.”

As the group settles down, Fury speaks up.

“We have found a potential new recruit,” he pauses as Maria hands out manila files to the Avengers, “We’ve been monitoring her for the last couple of months and she seems to be a perfect match.”

“That’s what you always say.” Tony yawns.

“It’s true.” Sam snickers.

“Alright, settle down, folks. From what we’ve seen she’s mastered more martial arts styles then I can count, she has the mutant ability to create portals and she has an intelligence that can match that of Tony’s and maybe even Banner.” The room goes silent and more than a few eyebrows raise.

“We’ll need two of you to extract the newbie tonight at around nine o’clock, understood?”

Fury says. “I want Cap on this one, whoever goes with him is your decision.” He points at all of them. With one last hard stare towards Tony, Nick exits the room, Maria trailing not far behind.

The moment the door closes, the room fills with uproar.

“Why doesn't Wanda go? She’s a girl, she’ll do better with another chick.” Tony shouts.

“Don’t speak to my sister like that.” Pietro retorts.

“Why don’t you go with Stevie, he likes you best.” Nat asks Sam, he rolls his eyes in response. “I’ve already checked on newbies, last time didn’t go well, I’m not going this time.”

“You know what, Vision should go.” Clint suggests. “I”m pretty sure we shouldn’t send in the red, powerful, synthetic being to go get the newbie. For all we know he’ll just pass through the wall of this girl’s apartment.” Tony snaps back. They all nod in agreement.

“You know what,” Steve speaks up, taking the powerful ‘Cap voice’,” Tony you’re coming with me.”

“What?” The man cries out in shock.

“Yep, Tony, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not. Everyone in this room has been sent to scout a new recruit at least once, except for you.” Tony gives him a ‘I’m done with your Star spangled ass’ look.

He groans, “Fine. But, you’re buying me shawarma.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“We’re leaving at 8:30 pm”.

Everyone exits the room to do whatever heroes do on their day off.

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Your POV

“Ok, avocados, roman lettuce, cucumbers, olive oil, coconut oil, tomatoes, milk, oranges, strawberries…” you were walking through the isles of your local grocery store, going through you mental checklist making sure you didn’t forget anything.

You placed the items in your cart and once you were confident you didn’t forget anything, you went to pay.

“Would you like a bag?” The 16 year-old snot nosed cashier asked you.

“Yes, please.” You answer. He nonchalantly passes you two plastic bags, not bothering to actually help you on this ‘very’ busy Wednesday evening. You carry your groceries to your second hand car, get in, and drive back to your tiny 3 1/2 apartment. How strangely domestic, you thought to yourself.

Yet, you liked it. As a kid you were always one for adrenaline. After your parents died, you were passed through so many foster homes, it was an ironic game of hot potato. You ended up leaving the system and fending for yourself. The powers definitely helped out a lot. You found out you had them when you were maybe twelve, almost thirteen. You were running away from some bullies and ended up cornered in an alley, instead of panicking, you just ran straight through the wall. Throughout the years, you trained yourself to be a strong and independent woman, studying hard in school and training hard on your own.

You hummed to the generic song on the radio when you turn the corner of the street that lead to your apartment. You lived in a quiet part of Manhattan that was a little sketchy but you didn’t mind. The old building was made out of classic red bricks with stairs leading up to each apartment complex.

You juggle your groceries and try to open your door without dropping your keys. You don’t want to be the victim in a cheesy horror movie.

You flick the lights open and walk into your tiny home. It’s small, but cozy. Right behind the front door is a small hallway where you put down your jacket, your shoes and your keys. You walk down a couple of steps and there’s your kitchen, dining table, couch and TV. And, when you go back to the hallway on the left, there’s your bedroom.

You drop all your groceries in the kitchen go take a quick shower.

After, you start cooking your dinner. As a kid you had a lot of free time, so all you did was absorb information, as much as you could take in. You didn’t make friends to easily, partially because you were shy, but mostly because you didn't trust easily. You were always suspicious, your father taught you to be. When you started living on your own, you were so focused on your studies and your training that not having much of a social life never really bothered you. Friends came and went, but you somehow always ended up on your own.

You connect your phone to your wireless speaker and start playing some music. You press shuffle and the loud guitar riffs of Iron Man by Black Sabbath fills your ears. You start cutting up the ingredients and adding some oil to the pan, adding the onions in and letting the caramelise slowly. Another song comes to an end. You’re left with the gentle sizzle of th—.

“I like her already, she has good taste in music.” You hear a somehow familiar voice come from right outside your apartment door. You could tell that there were two men standing outside your home. You silently close the stove and turn off your phone. You walk carefully to your room, avoiding the creaky wooden panels. You pull out your 9mm and put your back to the wall waiting for their next move. They sounded pretty nice, but you were always cautious.

“Hi, (Y/n). Could you let us in? We would like to talk to you about a sensitive topic that would be better discussed in private.” The second voice said. How the hell does he know my name?

You don’t respond.

———————

Steve’s POV

“Tony you can’t just break down the door!” He tells him. Jesus, what was he thinking?

“No, of course not. I can’t break down the door… but you can.” The smaller man says happily, as if he just cracked the Da Vinci Code. The Captain puts a hand to his head and sighs disapprovingly.

“(Y/n), we promise we aren’t going to hurt you. Just open the door please.” He prods gently.

“Are you serious? ‘We aren’t going to hurt you’,” he repeats mockingly,” you heard Fury, she’s smart, that won’t work.” Steve rolls his eyes for what seems like the millionth time today, that’s the effect Tony has on people.

“Ok, we’re coming in.” “Finally.”

He lays his hand on the handle and easily twists it off the door, it swings back with a small creak. The smell of a dinner being cooked immediately fills their noses.

“Jeez, she can cook too?” Tony whispers.

The apartment was tiny, he could barely fit in the first hallway that leads to the kitchen, thank god he didn’t bring his shield, he would've been stuck. The stove was obviously left in a hurry, the spatula left messily to the side, the pan was still emitting a bit of steam; she’s still here. He hears Tony click on his gadget thing over his wrist and holds it up instinctively.

He motions his hand toward the door that’s about six feet away from them. She’s in there.

A small gush of wind blows their face and they stare at each other confusedly. A small swoosh accompanied with Tony yelping and swearing forces him to turn around in the tight space. He sees Tony, now kneeling on the floor, his mini propellor useless on the side with his hands in handcuffs behind his back.

“What the FUCK lady?” Tony yells. He turns around again and sees a small woman with (h/c) hair holding a gun up. She was wearing a loose AC/DC shirt with a pair of comfortably looking grey shorts.

“Who are you and why did you break into my apartment?” she asks, her voice calm and collected.

“Look, we just wanted to talk, we promise we aren’t here to harm you in any way.” he says reassuringly. She scoffs. “Are you serious?”

“I told you it wouldn't work.” Tony remarks from behind him. She tilts her head to the side and stares intently at him.

“Why is Tony Stark in my hallway? And why is Captain America also in my hallway after,” you look to your broken down door,” after assaulting my door?Aren’t you supposed to stand for justice or something like that.” She puts her gun down and sneaks a glance at Cap who looks down sheepishly. She walks around him and Tony, kneeling on the floor, to flick the light switch, finally illuminating the two intruders faces.

Needless to say, that was not the reaction he was expecting.

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New Man Part 3 // Rolling in the Deep (Biadore) - Fucking Awful.

A/N: Back with Part 3 of the New Man saga! Another 3500 words of Biadore angst that I swear is going to get happy in a chapter or so. I think there will be 5 chapters, maybe a 6th. Few things:

First, funny story: “Fucking Awful” was actually supposed to be the name of Chapter 2, but because I’m a dumbass and don’t understand the naming conventions it ended up as my author name. AND I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT IT because you know what, I am fucking awful.

Second: This is back in Danny’s POV. I like switching back and forth, but I feel I get Danny (or the version of him that lives in my trash brain) a little better. There are few train of thought moments, designated by italics.

Third: Back to song inspiration, this time from a different British redhead – the goddess Adele, and “Rolling in the Deep.“ (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw) No one is singing, its just a soundtrack to what happens here. Lyrics are in italics AND indented.

Fourth: Let me know if these are too long and wordy. It’s something I get critiqued on professionally, so I’m keen to reel in unnecessary words in my creative/for fun writing.

Alright that’s it, hope you enjoy this! XOXO Fucking Awful

“Oh shut UP!” Danny yelled at no one in particular, grasping blindly for his phone to shut off the alarm. “Fuck! Shit! Balls!” He finally managed to quiet the Marimba. 10:12am. An hour and 33 minutes until Johnny would be there to pick him up. Just enough time for a run – Danny was into fitness now – and a shower before brunch with his friends and…oh God.

Danny remembered he had to see Roy today, and out came a full body groan. He had spent the last 2 weeks telling his crew how excited he was for them to meet Roy – his Willow and his best friend, not just that guy from TV. But now everything was so utterly fucked, and after last night he could barely look at Roy let alone fawn over him at a bottomless brunch. Dragging himself out of bed and into workout clothes, Danny mentally prepared for what was coming.

Roy is cheating on his boyfriend. Roy is trying to cheat on his boyfriend with you. You basically told him to fuck off and that you don’t want to know him anymore. Now you are going to spend the whole day with him. Party.

He was now fully awake, partially from the blast of cold Seattle air but mostly from seething anger. What in the fuck did Roy think he was doing? The Haylock he knew wasn’t a cheater, he wasn’t even into open relationships. Moreover, he knew infidelity was the ultimate sore spot for Danny.

They’d talked about this a million times, and Danny had probably cried about it a million more. Adore’s free love persona had made a lot of guys think they could take advantage of Danny, both cheating on him and using him as an instrument of their own cheating. Every time it crushed Danny, made him feel worthless. A committed relationship is a committed relationship, and stepping out on a partner is the ultimate sign of betrayal and disrespect. Fuck that guy (Kyle? Tyler? Who cares.) that Roy was dating, but he still didn’t deserve to be cheated on.

And Danny didn’t deserve to be treated like a whore. That Roy thought Danny would be ok with being the Other Man was what hurt and angered him the most. Danny could feel his heart racing as he stretched. He had to calm down and play this afternoon all flazeda, so his friends wouldn’t ask questions. He knew they saw Roy making out with the stranger, something they were sure to ask about, but there’s no way they saw the 7 seconds in Heaven outside. If Danny could just act normally, he could help Roy deflect uncomfortable quest –

“Oh fuck THAT!” Again, to no one in particular. He knew what he was listening to for the next five miles, on a loop…

There’s a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, and it’s bringing me out the dark

—

An hour and a half later, Danny was showered and getting ready – still blasting “Rolling in the Deep” on repeat.

Finally I can see you crystal clear Go ‘head and sell me out, and I’ll lay your shit bare

The “chill” plan was no more. Some combination of Adele and adrenaline transformed hurt and disappointed Danny into a pissed off, vengeful queen. He was rocking an all-black look to brunch – hair tied back under a beanie, long sweater and t-shirt, jeans and Docs – but he painted on some red eye shadow for a little extra fire.

In the years he had known Roy, Danny had never been really and truly mad at him. Annoyed or frustrated, sure, but never angry. So this full-body heartburn of rage that was coursing through his veins and shooting out his fingertips was strange to say the lest.

See how I leave with every piece of you Don’t under estimate the things that I will do

“If you’re going to listen to music about a woman scorned, shouldn’t you at least play Lemonade?” Johnny let himself into the apartment, sneaking past Danny who was too wrapped up in belting along with the track.

“Beyoncé may be the queen, but Adele is still good shit.” Danny didn’t even glance up, finishing the smoky rust around his lids. “Plus this track fucking goes.” He turned up the stereo louder with one hand, swiping on mascara with the other.

Johnny reached over to stop the music. “Speaking of going, we have to. Jinkx is picking up Roy” – Danny flinched imperceptibly - “and everyone else is already there. If we don’t leave now we’re gonna be…Oh, I’m sorry. Is heroin chic a daytime look now?” Johnny raised an eyebrow.

Danny smirked and chucked his mascara at his cousin. “Fuck all the way off, let’s go.”

—

Baby I have no story to be told But I’ve heard one on you and I’m gonna make your head burn

Much to Johnny’s chagrin, the Adele fest continued in the car. The full 20-minute drive was spent listening to the thumping kick-drum and haunting chorus, Danny swatting his hand away anytime he tried to switch the music.

“Dude, c’mon. This is the eighth time; can we please listen to literally anything else?”

“No. I need to feel…empowered.” Danny didn’t want to elaborate.

“Empowered to do what? Look, I know some weird stuff happened last night – great job making it awkward, by the way, don’t think we didn’t all notice – but can we please not make a scene today? I have people to impress.”

Danny knew that Johnny was trying to date one of his new friends, and he was fully in support of his cousin getting it in. “It wasn’t me who – I didn’t – ok.” Instead of turning it off, Danny reached over and cranked the music louder.

Think of me in the depths of your despair Make a home down there, ‘cause mine sure won’t be shared

If he wasn’t going to say anything to Roy, at least he could feel the revenge fantasy for the rest of the drive.

–

The table of 15 was taking up the back patio of a little hipster spot in Capitol Hill. Johnny had almost immediately broken off to make romantical moves, so Danny settled into the open seat opposite Roy and Jinkx.

“Hey Danny! Doesn’t someone look nice today!” Jinkx had a smile plastered on his face, while Roy sat next to him looking more than a little sullen.

Danny reminded himself to keep it together, for Johnny’s sake. “Thanks! Felt pretty chill when I woke up this morning, but it wouldn’t be me without something a little ratchet.” Good, normal conversation.

“Well jeez, way to assume he was talking about you queen.” The words flew out of Roy’s mouth so fast, he almost looked like he was surprised he said them out loud. Danny reacted sharply, brow furrowed and lip curled as he shook his head ever so slightly.

“I was, of course I was!” Danny heard a muffled THUD under the table, and saw Roy flinch. “I love it. Seattle looks good on ya, kid. Doesn’t it, Roy?” Danny thought it was strange that Jinkx was speaking to Roy like he was scolding a toddler.

“Of course, I’m kidding.” More strangeness, Roy sounded almost sheepish. “You look great. You always look great.”

We could’ve had it all Rolling in the Deep

As angry as he was, Danny couldn’t help smile at the complement. How did Roy continue to have this effect on him?

You held my heart inside your hand And you played it to the beat

“Yeah well, adopting the finer points of your clown makeup has its perks. Color can be a good thing.” Roy smiled a bit at that, melting Danny like ice in the desert.

What the fuck are you doing? Remember how you feel!

Danny snapped out of it. “I’m fucking starving, what are you guys getting? Jesus, what food could we even fit here? There’s no space.” He made a show of feeling cramped, and hollered across the table. “Katie, can we try to –“

“Well hey there bitches, room for one more?”

Danny whipped around, as if he needed to see who it was to know the voice. Entrance sisters are forever, after all.

“Not for you, you sneaky little shit! You’re back early!” He jumped out of his seat to hug DeLa, who wasn’t supposed to be back from Australia for another three days. God, Danny was happy to see Ben.

“Yeah well, for a penal colony the Land Down Under is surprisingly low on eligible dick. I think I’ve made my way through the entirety of New South Wales at this point.” DeLa waved to the rest of the table before making his way over to Jinkx and Roy.

“Did you borrow my sailboat to get back here, you twat? Come ‘ere.” Roy stood up to hug the queen, too. Danny was surprised how happy Roy was to see Dela, they were friends but he didn’t know they were that close.

“No grandma, we have planes now. I left the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria safely in your boat house,” Ben quipped back as he went to hug Jinkx.

“Not bad, fruit fly. Not bad.” Roy sat down and Dela rounded the table back to Danny, who had made space for him.

“So, catch me up. How’s it going?” For half a second, Danny swore he saw Ben look meaningfully at Roy and then Jinkx. “Isn’t this just a great little reunion –” THUD. There was that muffled sound again, but this time it was Ben flinching.

“Sorry guys, I know it’s cramped and we keep hitting each other.” Danny apologized.

“It’s fine Danny, really. Everyone just needs to be a little more careful.” Jinkx smiled tightly. Now the pointed looks were coming from him, Danny was sure he saw it.

What’s going on? Why are they being weird?

Oh well, nothing a few Bloody Marias won’t fix.

—

An hour later the whole table was on the spectrum of tipsy to trashed, with the notable exception of the stone cold sober Roy. Danny’s sense of weirdness was replaced with the warm buzz of micheladas, tequila and good friends. There’s a reason the Lord blessed us with bottomless brunches on the Sabbath. Listening to the laughter and seeing the connection between friends new and old, Danny started to think maybe he could be chill.

Their food plates had barely hit the table when that image shattered, again. Poor Dela, he knows not what he does.

One of Danny’s new girlfriends, Sam, was telling him and Ben about her upcoming couple’s vacation. “So yeah, 5 days in Cabo to celebrate our anniversary, or month-iversary I guess. 5 days alone – I think I love that woman, but pray for me.” Sam took a drink.

“Damn, Sam. I didn’t realize you and Charlotte had been together for two months already. That’s rad.” Danny liked Sam a lot, and was glad to see her happy.

“Two months, that’s a big one.” Ben paused for a beat before winding around to face Roy and Jinkx, who were shouting across the table at Johnny and his new ‘friend.’

“That’s about the time you figure out if a relationship is going to work,” Ben continued. Another pause, and there was that damn pointed look at Roy again. Jesus, was he drunk already?

“Speaking of which – Roy, you’ve been with Sky for about 2 months now. How’s that going?”

Ben shouted the question loud enough to disrupt Roy’s conversation, which had the unfortunate effect of getting the whole table’s attention. The whole table who had been at the bar last night and witnessed Roy’s and Danny’s little display. Silence washed over them like goddamn Hurricane Katrina, leaving Dela very clearly confused if only for a second.

Danny immediately saw red. It wasn’t just the eye shadow creeping into his corneas, or the deep scarlet brunch cocktails – he was pissed. “Yeah Roy, how is Sky?” Danny asked, nearly shouting. He could feel the anger building.

You’re gonna wish you Never had met me

“Why didn’t you bring him with you? Didn’t think he would have fun?” The power of angry Adele was rising in his chest.

Tears are gonna fall Rollin’ in the deep

“I mean, what about this trip wouldn’t be fun for him? Jinkx has never met him. Dela hasn’t met him. In fact, neither have I. Wouldn’t he want to meet your sisters? Your best friend? Why wouldn’t he want to meet me, Roy?”

Johnny interjected. “I’m sure he was busy. Danny why don’t you switch over to water?” God bless him, like any good cousin was trying to stop the train of destruction. Danny was too far down this hill to pull back.

“Nah, I’m good man. Tell me, why didn’t he come here?” He focused all his attention, staring at Roy with enough intensity to clear his blurring vision while burning a hole in eyes of the man looking back at him.

Now it was Jinkx’s turn to try. “Danny, drop it. You’re yelling.”

“No I’m not. And you’re not my mom, Jinkx. I just want an answer to my question.” Danny never took his eyes off Roy, who’s body seemed to wilt while his eyes stayed locked.

“I didn’t mean to cause a problem guys, I –“ Dela looked totally panicked.

Fire. Heart. Fever. Scars. Breathless. Tears.

The combination of hurt, alcohol and electricity clashed like lightning, and Danny couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Is it because you came here to cheat on him, Roy? You told him you were coming to visit your friends, but really you just came here to fuck some other guys and hope he wouldn’t find out?”

If he wasn’t yelling before, Danny sure was now.

“You think that’s who I am, that I don’t care about other people’s feelings and that I’ll help you hurt them? You think I would be a part of that, that after all these years of pining for you I’d be so goddamn happy for your scraps of attention that I’d do it? That I’d let you jam your tongue down my throat in back alleys and fuck me in secret like your side piece?”

Well, so much for keeping that kiss a secret, Danny thought as he caught his breath. Might as well bring it home.

“You’re a shitty person, Roy. You’re a bad, mean, hateful person. You don’t care if you hurt people, do you? I never saw it before, but that you would do this to your boyfriend – to me…”

Shit, shit. Don’t cry. Do. Not. Cry. Danny couldn’t understand why Roy, who had never been at a lack of words for a moment in his life, was just sitting there silently while he railed on. The indomitable Bianca del Rio just sat there staring, and increasingly – he thought, maybe – like he was actually biting his tongue.

“You don’t have anything to say? You can’t even defend yourself because you know it’s true. I don’t know if you’ve always been like this, if something changed, or what the fuck is going on.” Danny paused, starting to feel self conscious about the volume of his voice and the lack of chiming in from any of his friends.

“Jesus, Roy. I thought Bianca was an act but the real you is so much worse. I would say I hope Sky’s off fucking someone else too, so you know what it feels like, but you’d have to be a human with emotions to get it. You’re just a heartless evil cunt.” And with that, Danny was out of steam.

—

The next seconds crawled slowly and quietly enough to hear a pin drop. Danny knew this for a fact, because he literally heard the waitress drop her pen at molasses speed. Then the world slammed back into focus, with the same jarring effect as an astronaut getting ejected into space in a Star Trek movie.

Danny felt all eyes on him – 26 silent, unblinking eyes. The only person not still basking in his impassioned speech was Roy himself, who had finally broken the stare; his eyes were closed, maybe even squeezed together, while he rested his forehead on wringing hands. Danny had never seen this body language before, which was strange because Roy was a true creature of habit.

Feeling totally exposed – a feeling he wasn’t totally in love with at the moment – but still high on righteous indignation, Danny violently stood up to leave. He threw his credit card down on the table and walked towards the exit, speechless as a silent movie…until he heard a mumble.

“What did you say to me?” Danny turned on his heel, sure he heard Roy say something under his breath. He was ready to fight.

“I said he did, Delano. Sky did. He cheated on me. I walked in on him fucking someone. Two weeks ago.”

Danny didn’t go to school for fucking math, but something was clicking. Two weeks ago, cheating, no more Sky…damn the tequila fog.

“You guys have something in common after all – he said I was too cold to fall in love with. Didn’t think I would even care, I can’t feel anything anyway.” Roy wouldn’t look up as he spoke, his voice was calm and controlled. That was really freaking Danny out – this was his somber voice, the same one he used in the days after Danny’s dad died.

What’s going on? Danny was starting to wonder if he’d miscalculated something here. Fucking continuation school.

“You should be happy, turns out you already got what you want. I got cheated on, Danny.” Roy paused and finally looked up.

In one fell swoop, Danny realized he was so very wrong. The eyes Roy had been hiding were as red as his own, but colored instead by broken blood vessels and tears. Danny realized why he didn’t recognize the body language – he’d never seen Roy cry before.

“Happy, even if you’re wrong. I promise you I feel it.”

In that moment Roy’s voice wavered ever so slightly, and Danny felt his whole body come undone. He had to sit back in his chair to keep from falling over, seeing Roy like this turned him to actual human Jell-O.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck. Fuck. Danny’s mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. How he could fix this.

“I think I should go,” Roy said to Jinkx, who started to move in response. His voice was back to the unnerving calm. “No, stay. I’ll get an Uber, you guys have fun. Let me know how much I owe you.” Roy stood up. “Everyone, it was a pleasure to meet you in the daylight. Glad to know my friends are so well taken care of in Seattle.”

No no no, don’t leave. What is happening? What are you doing? Danny was screaming internally, but he couldn’t figure out what words to say or at this point how to even make sounds come out of his mouth.

“Bye, Danny.”

Roy said those two words with such a tenderness and finality, Danny started to panic. He needed to do something but he was immobilized, his brain fried by his earlier surge of emotion and the overload of new information.

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless I can’t help feeling we could’ve had it all

And just like that Roy was gone.

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