#yes i know how to walz and so on.
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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Five
The thing is I absolutely love the album that comes out of this mess. Like I know a lot of people do not like Let It Be, but so many of my favorite songs are on it. One of them being “I Me Mine.” The walz element is haunting, and I can read the lyrics as anti-capitalist even though George himself mostly wasn’t.
Laughing my head off at two boys from one of the best grammar schools in England, who have at this point made millions off of their writing, genuinely not knowing whether it should be “more freer” or “more freely”
The difference in how George shows Paul his new song vs John is striking. For Paul, he’s relaxed, nonchalant. For John, he stands up and performs it. And I think both are a defense mechanism, poor baby, because clearly, although Paul was very supportive of the song while they were alone, when John is roasting it, Paul just laughs along and George has to go “I don’t give a fuck whether you like it.”
Ah, the famous “up-against-a-wall” conversation. Paul comes in all dominant and sure. “Haven’t you written anything else? Haven’t you?” But then John touches him, and makes him laugh, and Paul’s a melted, goo-goo-eyes mess. This is the real reason why John got to be the leader isn’t it? Because Paul was too damn soft on him to ever follow through with his bossiness.
Their scouse sounds BEAUTIFUL compared to the stupid ugly RP and MLH’s transatlantic shit.
“And now John’d like to say a few words on the subject.” John starts singing, Paul strums along and joins in on the “chorus.” They can’t communicate like healthy people, but they Can do this.
So Peter Jackson took out Paul’s bitchy nod at Yoko as he’s stealing her man in real time right in front of her eyes. Unforgivable. But he kept in this adorable laugh, so that’s something.
Three more covers that I think *mean something* “Stand By Me” and “Spinning Like a Top” by Paul, followed by “You Win Again” by John. Yoko’s sweet little shoulder kiss. Thank you for taking care of the poor wet kitten, girly. Maybe don’t introduce the poor wet kitten to heroine, but you do you, I guess. (OP recognizes that poor wet kitten is also an adult capable of making his own decisions)
The cut from Paul literally dancing to get John’s attention straight to John dancing with Yoko while inside Paul’s head a silver hammer is clanging ominously. I can’t. Followed by the knowing, loving smile from Ringo to Paul. You know, those moments when you validate your friend’s bitchy thoughts with a look.
George is literally SO big inside himself, you know? You have to have superhuman self-love abilities to watch your friend – who is supposed to be helping you – shamelessly make fun of your art . . . and just “Do you wanna do that walz on the show? That’d be great.”
But did you guys know John was actually a really great mover?
“Yes, alright. Just sod off.” I love John. Paul’s people-pleasing ass would literally die first and he needs John to do this kind of shit for him and John’s only too happy to.
The moment when Paul and John are on the same wavelength about Dennis O’Dell’s stage.
OK but. Did John get the clear plastic idea from Yoko’s art exhibits?
“Any time we do anything it’s always got to be the best.” Poor Ringo. They’re all literally so tired of carrying so much weight for such a long time.
“See, I’d watch an hour of him just playing the piano. Cause he’s so great.” With that fond, loving, smile. SUCH big dick energy here. The others could NEVER.
“And I’ll have the plastic when you’re finished.” Literally for what, though? John, you little hoarding goblin.
And then Ringo responding to MLH’s “I love you” with “Yes, I love you too.” Yeah, Ringo wins the prize for most healthy beatle of the day.
*Pattie Boyd voice* “I just wish I knew what was going on there. But something. Something.”
Ugh, John looks so hurt. So tender. So heartbroken. While Paul is over there playing a damn funeral march because that’s the only way he lets himself express anything. But I actually love how Dennis O’Dell knows the clearest path to cheering John up is to say that Paul liked his idea. And how well it works. They’re literally so obvious to everyone but themselves.
I love the bit when John walks in on the rest of them discussing the live show and MLH calls, “We’ve decided. We’re going to Africa.” And Paul hurries to cut in, “No we’re NOT.” Because he knows exactly how John can get and he’s going to nip this in the bud before John gets let down. And of course, John is all “YEAH LETS GO LETS GO!” And he’s talking about how they always wish they were recording abroad. “We could be in LA, or FRANCE.” (side eye emoji)
Paul’s “Well said, John.” and “I’ve seen it, John. I went to the premiere. I thought you were great.” Why do all your compliments to him have to be in silly voices? Like, I know you think everyone is going to call you a pussy for saying something genuinely kind to your best friend, but they’re not, and he needs it.
Holy shit this was a long day. See you all tomorrow with another long-winded-ass post.
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Dandelion (Jaskier) as a Spy
Re-reading Baptism of Fire (Very minor spoilers for that book ahead) and I am dying laughing because it just occurred to me how deeply, deeply Dijkstra must hate Dandelion. Like it has to go so far beyond your basic hatred and just burn with the fire of a thousand suns. They both went to Oxenfurt so maybe it even started there.
I mean just picture it! You're a ruthlessly ambitious, brutal head of the Redanian spy agency. You have King Vizimir's ear! Your name strikes fear in the hearts of men from the Blue Mountains to the sea!
You are so brilliant that in King Vizimir's court they say that:
If Dijkstra states it is noon yet darkness reigns all around, it is time to start worrying about the fate of the sun.
You studied at Oxenfurt, and presumably you enjoy your association with the place, because even though you hate pomposity "with a vengeance", you rent rooms there for your offices that you call "Faculty of Most Contemporary History".
And now based solely on his association with the Witcher, (I stand corrected, please see reblog) you have to employ fucking Dandelion, a man whose bones clatter when he walks into danger and who vomits at the sight of a murder. A man who thinks the tides of the sea are caused by a fat toad like beast who crouches at the bottom of the ocean.
You have to protect him from Reince, and sit there as he transparently lies his fucking face off to you, because while yes, he has a useful association with the WItcher, he won't give you SHIT because the only thing he cares about other than drinking and fucking is Geralt of goddamn Rivia. (When Dijkstra is talking to Dandelion, he refers to Geralt as "your witcher")
You try to put him in his place, so he understands just how beneath you he is:
"Dandelion," said Dijkstra..."you thick-headed halfwit. You unmitigated dunce. Do you have to spoil everything you touch? Couldn't you just once in your life, do something right? I know you can't think for youreself. I know you're almost forty, look almost thirty, think you're just over twenty, and act as though you're barely ten. And being aware of this I usually furnish you with precise instructions...and I regularly get the impression that I'm talking to a stone wall."
And yet, he doesn't seem to realize how beneath you he is! He "feigns insolence", he pretends he doesn't understand what you are asking. He "puffs himself up" with pride and says that you are not the boss of him, that he's just doing his "patriotic duty". And what's more, he lies just as predictably as he breathes.
"I didn't know anything about Geralt's plans," Dandelion lied with conviction.
and
"Geralt has left," the bard lied calmly.
and
"Novigrad," the troubadour lied without thinking, "He went to look for Rience there."
and
"I have no doubt," lied the poet, "that's all you care about. But I really don't know what you're talking about."
and
"Nothing of the kind," lied the poet. "I believe you." --Blood of Elves pp 197-203
And you don't know what is worse, the fact that he thinks he's really getting one over on you?
Or the fact that during your time at Oxenfurt, you were not awarded the title of Master of Letters...
Dijkstra had studied at the Academy of Oxenfurt, and although he had not been awarded the title of Master of Letters, he knew the basics of bombastic scholarly jargon. --Baptism of Fire, p 22
And this pompous buffoon spent the majority of his time as an Oxenfurt student drunk, not putting in any effort at all, then walzed off with a Master of the Seven Liberal Arts and a job offer.
I mean, Dandelion's favorite subject was Geography, because he could hide a demijohn of vodka behind the atlases. (The Last Wish p 158)
Everyone thought he was an idiot, so he must have missed classes and/or talked just absolute garbage in class. He must have just been a disaster of ill advised sexual liaisons, intoxication, and bullshittery. No one expected anything from him. The man was not putting in the work.
But then THEN the fucker waltzed in the day of exams and aced them all, shocking everyone, getting a Master of the Seven Liberal Arts and being immediately offered the post of lecturer, which he left to wander around with his fucking lute.
The post of lecturer had been offered to him when he had passed his final exams with full marks, to the astonishment of professors with whom he had earned the reputation of lazybones, rake and idiot during his studies.
Then when he got very famous with his lute, the Academy had
"Taken great pains to have him visit and give guest lectures.
And Dandelion's like...ehh I guess. When I have time.
Dandelion yielded to their requests only sporadically.."
Blood of Elves p 194
Meanwhile you have to rent rooms and make up your own name for your fake department. Then you have to sit in them while this asshole stands in front of you lying like a rug because despite the fact that he won't tell you anything, he is currently your best shot at finding the witcher.
hahahahhahhahhaha it's a miracle Dijkstra never just snapped and throttled him with his bare hands.
#the witcher#jaskier#thinking about the witcher books yet again#dandelion#sigismund dijkstra#the witcher meta#thinking about dandelion yet again
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Night on the beach | Elliott x male reader
Triggerwarnings: none? A bit of wedding anxiety
I am in love with tall men with long hair and I'm also doing miserable so im posting everything in my drafts, no matter how bad or good
Pronouns used for reader: he/him/his ------------------------
Elliot had been someone you had admired eversince you first introducedyourself to him. He never seemed to be at loss of words, always describing everything around him as if he loved to be there. As if he genuinely appreciated his surroundings and the people in it.
This expressiveness with his words, was the reason you loved him, married him and ultimately were here on the beach slowly swaying to the soft classical music playing in the background. He could convince you to come anywhere with him in this case the beach. He had asked you to leave the farm work for that night and come with him to write a bit, claiming you were his inspiration and who were you, to deny your adorable husband his inspiration, am I right?
Elliott was seated on a blanket in the sand, softly smiling as he scribbled down words of his newest novel, occasionally looking up to you, the light of the camping fire you had made earlier reflecting in his eyes.
You were slowly dancing Walz, not being able to sit still for long, too used to the farm work. Slowly moving around barefoot, your dresshirt not entirely buttoned up and your pants rolled up to keep at least some of the sand out. You looked ethereal to him.
A new piece came on, making you excitedly gasp and clap your hands together. You made your way back to the picnic blanket kneeling in front of him, putting your hands on his journal. Elliott smiled, leaning on his knees.
"You remember this song?" He snickered.
"Of course I do, it was the first one we danced to at our wedding." You grinned pulling his hands into yours slowly standing up.
"Can we dance?" You pulled him up, now having to look up at his gorgeous smile. He put his hands on your waist, while you simultaneously put yours around his neck. Slowly starting to sway you smiled at each other.
"Remember when we first did this? You looked so nervous." You giggled at his embarrassed face.
"Don't blame me, you were very distracting in that suit!" You laughed, mischief in your eyes.
"What, am I less distracting without it?" He shook his head, smiling gently at your antics while he spun you around.
"Quite the opposite, really. You have no idea." You looked away, suddenly very aware of your face heating up.
"Awwww." He pinched your cheek softly.
"You're adorable."
"Buzz off." You both chuckled as you moved in perfect sync. You layed your head on his chest.
"You know I was super nervous too?" His chest rumbled as he laughed.
"I'm well aware, you were basically shaking in your fancy shoes."
"Oh C'mon, now you're just being mean!" Laughing he dipped you as the song came to an end.
"Yes, but you know I love you."
#stardew valley elliott#stardew valley#stardew valley x reader#stardew valley x male reader#gay pride#Queer#x male reader#oneshot#lgbtq#fluff just fluff#fluff
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“It’s my hope, Mr. President, that you listen to us, that you choose democracy over tyranny.” - Abdullah Hammoud, Dearborn Mayor and Voter
YES! I can't fuckin' believe the media accurately reported this as a protest and printed/publicized the words of the voters explaining why they did it. AND NOBODY HAD TO ATTEMPT SUICIDE! This is big and it could get even bigger! But it's a qualified bigness, because...
Walz, a major supporter of Biden’s reelection campaign, said Michigan’s “uncommitted” results were a healthy demonstration of democracy.
“I think they feel passionate, as they should, about an issue we all care about,” Walz said, adding that he expected most protest voters would eventually return to Biden’s side in a likely November rematch with former President Donald Trump, who himself has struggled with college-educated voters and suburbanites in his ongoing Republican primary against former U.N. Ambassador Nikki Haley.
“I’m much more convinced there’s a chance bringing those folks home is much greater than bringing the ‘Never Trump’ folks back home,” Walz said.
Yeah. I know this song and dance. I've seen it happen in person, at protests, in reatime. They come out to "do voter outreach" and they're all smiles to start. "Yes! Please do continue to act upon your freedom of speech in a way I, an advocate for the status quo, find nonthreatening. Your feelings are valid, ha-ha! I expect nothing to change, and indeed I will act to change nothing, but good for you!" A few folks always believe the message has been received and quiet down, that's why they do it. But wait and see what happens to that smile when a few people start interrupting and yelling, "THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!"
At least this guy's willing to suggest Biden would pick up more votes by moving left than moving right, although I doubt he actually expects anything radical. A few more forgiven student loans or somewhat cheaper drugs aren't much of a problem, and that's leftist too! So we don't really have to worry about the ongoing genocide.
The thing is, if/when this picks up momentum and the DNC starts to think they might have to change something or lose, it will become something other than a positive demonstration of free speech. It'll be childish tantrum-throwing, pointless, uncivil, attention-whoring, astroturfed, counterproductive foreign interference, and whatever else sounds bad. If any of you out there in internet-land already feel threatened by it, you're probably saying that right now. (Go ahead and comment, you'll boost this with other people who think like you, and I might change some minds.)
And, if you are comfortable with it and want voters to do it instead of threatening to withhold votes from Biden in the general, check your privilege. Not every state offers this. Unless something changes real fast (at least, I THINK it hasn't changed, it's hard to do a search when "uncommitted" brings up SO MANY news articles about Michigan 😁), mine won't. I can't do this. I can't vote in a third party primary either. It'd be all blue or nothing. And neither of those things will get me any press, so I gotta keep talking. Maybe I'll motivate someone who can vote uncommitted! Or scare a politician! I still think I'm doing more good by staying alive, and I'm a bit distant from any property I might meaningfully damage (although I am open to suggestions that won't get me arrested and silenced), so this is the only thing I got that won't injure a human being.
Tumblr, no matter how you actually intend to vote, if you're not up for living in a two-party system where both parties think they can do a little genocide and stay in power, you have ways of making yourself heard. There are options beyond falling in line behind the lesser evil. Don't let anyone tell you there aren't. And when you start hearing "stop!" or "you can't!" that means you have something they want. A cessation of hostilities! Well, now you might be in a position to negotiate terms! Don't give up!
Please, please, please don't give up. There is so much to be done.
#us news#us elections#michigan primary#protest votes#protest#democracy#democrats#democratic party#palestine#genocide#resist#nonviolent resistance#uncommitted
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My (extensive) notes about the Newsies ensemble + secondary and background characters in the UK production
Again disclaimer, I sat in Manhattan so I am aware I missed lots of interactions between the boys but I already have a lot to say from what I saw
Also I will put race in my other post about the main characters because I have way too much stuff to say about him
Uksies spoilers below the cut
A few thoughts about the ensemble :
The level of character in this show is genuinely so good ?? Like even background newsies with little to no line still have a kind of character arc through the show
Because it's not just about what's going on "officially" on stage, it's all the little interactions they have in the background or when walking through the aisles. It's the way they hug and show affection to each other. It's the way they clearly all have preferred friendships, people they will choose to go to, even tho they are close to all the others. It's the way they run to help each other during Seize the day, the way they look so sad and betrayed when the scabs appear for the first time- And I could go on for hours about all the little interactions like those
Also they added so much stuff to give more depth to every single character ??? Like in Seize the day they all come into a triangle and say their name, and yes it's important for the strike on a symbolic level but also in the show, because they aren't just members of the ensemble. Each of them is his own character with his own personality and honestly that's really interesting and meaningful
+ this is echoed later on when the girlsies all come into a circle and say their name during Brooklyn's here (also they have their own dance break !!! Center stage !!). And the Brooklyn girls don't play a major part in the show after that song (except maybe for Spot), but here, in the same way as the boys, they get the opportunity to be seen by the audience as their own character
So yeah I could say a lot about the ensemble stuff but tbh this part was so striking to me I really wanted to talk about it because it's really beautiful and I love the fact that this was included in the show
Anyway a few of my favorite things about the secondary/background characters, in no particular order because I basically just wanted to write down my thoughts
Tommy boy < 33
If you know me you know I love him, and Jack bromage owns my heart and soul
When I talked about how background newsies get a character arc, I was specifically thinking about him. During Seize the day he is the last scab to change his mind (they gave him the "My father's gonna kill me anyway" line !!!!), and then later during the rally he is really angry and screams "WE HATE YOU" at jack at the top of his lungs. Yes he is insecure and mad at Jack because he was the one who convinced him to join the strike and now he is just giving up on them
Tommy boy okay
Also I already mentionned this but in the "who wants Brooklyn" scene he just goes lying face first on the ground and plays dead, which is even funnier because 0.0005 seconds earlier he was among the most eagers to talk to the others neighbourhoods. Comedic gold I swear
Finch
I LOVE DAMON OKAY
His mic was broken at the beginning and there was a moment of panic when he realized it but tbh he coped like a boss
Gayest Finch and I'm not sorry
When the scabs come in and he says "They think they can just walz in here and take our jobs ?", he sounds genuinely heartbroken and betrayed. Those guys are his friends and he can't believe they are doing this. Also when he was saying this line it looked like he was talking directly to one of the scabs but I didn't see which one
Henry
Update on my Henry hyperfixation : it's stronger than ever
Give me Matt's Henry or give me death
"I'M COMING RACE" Okay king
At the beginning of Carrying the banner he scratches his crotch very agressively with his towel and then proceeds to wash his face with said towel. Got quite a reaction from the audience
His attitude and costume clearly put him among the oldest boys along with Finch, Race, Specs and Albert
Before wwk it felt like he was one of the angriest about the prices, tho he also seemed quite bewildered and lost and didn't know what to do about it
His "What the absolute fuck Race" attitude during kony was extremely strong
Also him and Race seemed to be pretty close ! E.g. when the boy all come in front of the gate before wwk, he is pulling a carriage with Race on it and when Race gets down he ruffles Henry's hair, which I thought was a pretty cute detail to add
Mike
He seemed so young ??? When all the boys were discussing the strike he just looked really tiny and anxious
It has been officially established that he is among the youngest newsies and um sir. It shows.
Also he is very loud and visible. He has like 1 solo line but you can't miss him. He talks loudly, gets angry, moves a lot...
Also he goes on the zipline at the end !!
Romeo
"Me thinks the lady needs to be handled by a *snaps suspenders* real man"
Cutest Romeo I swear
Also his "thank you lady" at the beginning ? Not only was it perfect but also I'm pretty sure some of the boys winced (Mark I'm looking at you) and judging by his voice George himself was close to losing it
Overall my favorite interpretation of the character and I was really sad I didn't get to focus on him more
Elmer
Not the one I focused on the most, but Rory looked so sweet honestly !
"I dunno sister but it's bound to rain sooner or later" amazing as always
Everytime I looked at him he looked kinda happy and cheerful, elmer is and will always be the human embodiment of pure sunshine
Splasher !!!
Given that he is a new character, he was the only newsies I didn't know anything about when I came in and I immediately fell in love with him (I mean how can you not)
Okay part of it is because they gave him my favorite line of the show : "at the end of the say who are you gonna trust ? Them (affectionate) or them (derogatory) ?"
And he is genuinely so sweet ?? Everytime I looked at him he was smiling and tbh his smile his very contagious
In seize the day he is the first one to get hit by the cops (he has the line "it's about time you showed up") and um hello ??? Give this boy a hug already
Also obviously, the talent of this guy is incredible. Absolutely rocking the floor in Seize the day + he has an amazing voice !!!
ALBERT
He was ??? Perfect ??
He is loud he is arrogant he is a hothead he is a pure ball of chaos
The leg of lamb scene was legit the most ridiculously funny line delivery. He just comes stumbling on stage in nothing but a towel like "hey race guess what very interesting thing just happened to me-"
During Carrying the banner my boy was straight up ready to fight the Delanceys
"TAKE IT DOWN SHORT STOP" okay but it isn't just the voice it's the way he takes a tough pose and his whole mocking attitude toward Les. Jacob said he was trying to mimic the attitude of the Les he has in front of him and honestly, it shows
Also for anyone wondering yes the Race/Albert friendship was very present. He also seemed kinda close to Specs
Also Specs !
I didn't get to focus on him as much as I would have wanted (same goes for Mush, Jojo and Ike actually that's why I'm not talking about them here, I really hope I'll be able to look at those four more when I go back) but still
They cut "I lost my shoe" ??? The worst part is I actually knew about it but forgot so during wwk I was expecting this line and was really thrown off when they just skipped to the next lyrics
Before Seize the day when he is on look-out and Jack (?) asks if he has any news of Brooklyn he goes "no" and adds "I'm sorry". And like it's a new thing and the way he said it ??? He was so sad and hopeless I just wanted to give him a hug
Okay yes I didn't get to look at them at other moments but still huge shoutout to Josh Denyer and Arcangelo for absolutely rocking the floor during Seize the day
The girlsies < 33
I LOVE THEM ???
Their entrance was so dramatic and sassy pls
Also I will never stop talking about it but- they get a dance break !!! They get to say their names !!! They are so much more important than in any other production I love it
Also they don't just stay in their own little corner, they interact with the boys ! They all seem to be on pretty friendly terms, they talk together, hug and wave at each other...
They aren't just plot devices with one (1) dramatic scene, they are characters ! They have friends !! They have actual friendships with the Manhattan boys !! And it makes the whole Brooklyn's here scene so much more meaningful bc it really feels like they are coming to help their friends
Did I ever mention how much I love Spot ? Lillie slaying as always
She is tough she is sarcastic she is ready to kick your ass I love her
Also at some point Lillie said Spot was very close to Davey in act 2, and if I'm being honest I had some doubts about this friendship but boy oh boy I would die for them
During the rally + during and after once and for all they seem to be talking together a lot and be on very good terms which was actually pretty cool !
Okay moving on to some non-newsies characters and then I'll stop I promise
Bill and Darcy !!!
They switched the costume colors around, Darcy has a dark suit while Bill has a white one so that was a change
Also George said "My father owns the tribune" (instead of just "the trib" like I'm used to) so that threw me off for a bit but actually I liked it
Also I loved the way Alex said "And proud to be a part of your revolution !" It felt really natural and nice I love Bill okay he's so sweet
Anyway then they were just. Vibing by the printing press. Good for them honestly
The Delancey
They are literally evil. They aren't just messing around, they actually mean harm. E.g. when they are taking Jack in the cellar he just falls on the ground and they keep kicking him
But what's to like in this production is their dynamic with each other. They are extremely physical, everything they come in they are always very close, shoulders brushing or something. Also they often gently push and tease each other
Overall in this version they feel so much more like brothers, their dynamic as a family and toward the newsies was much deeper and more interesting than in any other version imo
Also they aren't just physically affectionate with each other. The three scabs ? They were comforting them and patting their shoulders before pushing them towards the other newsies. When the first scab joins the strike (I don't remember who it was), they are being very gentle with Tommy boy, from where I was it looked like they were telling him he was gonna be okay or smth
Hannah < 333
Hello ??? Bobbie Chambers I owe you my heart and soul
She was amazing pls
Extremely light-hearted and a bit sarcastic
At the end in Pulitzer's office she starts going "actually they put up a pretty good banner" and so on and then she sees Pulitzer's face and just goes *okay sorry" in the most oh-shit-don't-kill-me voice ever
Anyway every single one of her lines was delivered perfectly nothing but love for her
Finally, Medda !
Amazing as always, I feel like her relationship with Jack was really explored here !
It's the way they hug the first time Jack comes in the theater. The way she cares so deeply for him and worries about him. It's the way she looks genuinely sad about the fact he wants to go, she knows it's a bad idea and wants to hold him back but at the same time she knows it's his choice so she doesn't force him to do anything
Also the That's rich performance was pretty cool !!
#hey guess who finally did something constructive with their thoughts instead of just screaming around#i feel genuinely bad for completely ignoring some of them but i was trying to focus on everything at once#if i go back at least i know where i need to put my attention#newsies#newsies uk#uksies#leo's newsies analysis
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Random Thots
What if you are Mike Weiss and Andy Barber's assistant and the only one who could stop their argument daily routine.
the idea is from this by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork her wonderful answer about this two lawyers that they're colleagues. If this is offended you I'll delete this immediately and I'm terribly sorry, I'll ask first next time.
Your point finger tip clicking the wooden desk and give another lawyer a tight smile. He sips his coffee and listened the argument behind and the door for several mins, then his hand slightly scratches his right face cheek.
"Sorry, but...is it a normal thing? I mean...the way the yelled and cursed and..."
"Yes, Mr. Huffman. In most of the time, they'd argue for 15 mins and stop it."
The lawyer raises his eye brows
"15 minutes? How could you be so sure?"
"Because, " You stand up and give him a smirk
"It's the limits I would bear it until I have my way to shut them up."
Let the lawyer wait for 10 more minutes, you walze in the room and close the door.
Both of Andy and Mike don't noticed you, Andy's fists clench by his sides, and rolls his shoulders back; Mike is pacing rapidly.
You move toward Andy first and keeps your silence, reach out your hands until his piercing blue eyes meet yours.
"Comfort hug? Do you want it?"
He didn't say anything, but he takes your hands and pulls you to straddle his lap, his arms cage you like iron bars and he rest his head on your shoulder as he sighs in depression.
"Mr. Huffman is waiting outside now." Andy huffed and nuzzles into your crook of neck. You stroke his hair and the back of his neck. Then he releases you and rejusts his ties.
"I'll take the room number 3." He said and leave the room.
Hearing the clicking sound of door closing, Mike turns around and opens his arms.
"Where's my cuddle, bunnycake?" You hug him and pat his lower back and waist.
"Andy and I would separate if you're not here, bunnycake."
"Nah, you and Mr.Barber are good friends and competitors."
"He is the one who could know me enough just like I do to him. But the gaps of no compromise between us made us suffer at the same time. And you're the one helping us to fill up the gaps."
He kisses your temples and takes a deep breath.
"Alright, it's time to work. See ya at later, honey bunny."
#random thots#andy amd mike#two lawyers#omg why this bdcame a drabble#andy barber x reader#andy barber x female chubby reader#mike weiss x reader#mike weiss x female chubby reader
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Thursday 2nd March 2023
A very early start today 7.30 to go see the dinosaur stampede site. I'm assured that the dinosaurs were there before us, or a least the little man with the mock dinosaur cutout footprint. The flies were definitely up before us and were pleased to see us when we made our appearance. The congenial driver plus off-road minibus arrived promptly at 7.30 so we were ready to go. The first thing of note was that we the only ones on this 12 seater and tour. Suited us. Our driver was extremely informative and interesting, pointing out Coolabah trees and how these dominate the tree market around creeks. No doubt we shall learn more about these trees tomorrow at the Walzing Matilda Museum. Headcount for Kangaroos for the day was one. Headcount for Wedgetail Eagle, one. Lark's Quarry was 110km away and we were glad to be transported there over many unsealed roads, some of which were being levelled and having any ruts removed. Mr Avis would not approve. We passed sections of road designated as flying doctor landing strips. A reminder of just how remote we are here in the outback. The term woop woop is used to describe somewhere in the middle of nowhere. After about 1.5hrs we arrived at the Dinosaur Stampede Site and after a coffee and a lamington we got stuck in.
Dinosaur trackways were first discovered in the 1960's by Glenn Seymour but were thought at first to have been made by birds. Glenn showed them to a local enthusiast Peter Knowles and were determined to be evidence of the world's only dinosaur stampede. It wasn't until 1971 that serious scientists who were mainly interested in cretaceous mammals were to get involved. Now in all of this as you know the cretaceous period means Australia by then was surrounded by water and so anything that lives and breathes thereon is likely to be different from any animal found in the rest of the world. As it is the case with our species of dinosaur that made these prints held captive in ironstone. It is thought this is how the prints came to be where they were discovered so many millions of years later. On the day our drama unfolds, some 95 million years ago, herds of small two-legged dinosaurs came to drink at the lake. There were at least 150 dinosaurs of two different kinds - carnivorous Coelurosaurs about the size of Chickens, and slightly larger plant-eating Ornithopods, some of them as large as Emus.
A huge meat-eating Theropod, smaller than a Tyrannosaurus, approached the lake. It slowed, saw the other dinosaurs gathered at the water’s edge and began to stalk, then turned and charged. The stampeding herd of smaller dinosaurs left a chaotic mass of footprints in the mud as they ran to escape. Gradually some 3000 footprints were painstakingly uncovered in all and a rudimental structure for protecting them was built around them. Although the importance of this discovery was made at the start of the 1970s, it wasn't until 1979 that the news was made available to a wider excited world of paleontologists. Yes, apparently paleontologists can get excited. Scientists were increasingly worried about the prints deteriorating but it wasn't until 2002 the the permanent structure we saw today was erected by Australian Age of Dinosaurs run by David and Judy Elliott, Chairman.
Our route back to Winton took us by a cattle station lookout which gave stunning views across many miles of the outback. We saw recently made tracks of Goanna and Emu but sadly not the perpetrators.
Winton was able to yield some of its own fruits in the form of curried chicken pie before making our way back to the North Gregory. This is a funny old art deco style errection built to replace its burnt down predecessor which was built to replace its predecessor which strangely enough was also built to replace its burnt down predecessor. I think I got that right. It's kind of easy to get carried away on fires in this country. The large store next door, Corfields, burnt down in 1916. As a hotel although somewhat rudimentary and in dire need of burning down again is comfortable and the room's Aircon rumbled away all night maintaining a tolerable temperature to sleep in.
Tonight, just to ring the changes, we went for a meal where we went last night, Tattersalls Hotel or as they say around these parts Tatts. Martine managed a vegetarian stir-fry and xxxx beer and I managed a lamb shank unforgivably with chips and a great northern beer. Martine extremely tired because she found the local swimming pool and clocked up 30 long lengths.
It's been a fantastic day today. We have been awe inspired with the stampede and extremely fortunate that we had such a personalised tour with the whole place to ourselves and unfettered access to the tour specialist. It's hard to imagine the animal that left its footprint 95 million years ago right there where you are standing. Totally fascinating.
Tomorrow when our billy has boiled we are off down the road to the Waltzing Matilda Museum. We sure know how live.
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Missus ock
Otto Octavius x reader
A bit of angst, lots of comfort
As a sorry for not posting an other chapter from my comte de reynaud fic (which I'm rewriting at the moment), here *throws fic towards you*. Enjoy
A window breaking, a crash, some vivid cursing. It would be the third time this week of you trying to get into an abandoned building. And it's only Wednesday. So far, you haven't been quite succesful in your quest. Until today, that is. You utter a yelp of victory once you realise you're inside.
You stumble your way throughout the abandoned hangar, brushing glass off your trousers. Finding Otto wasn't all that difficult. A loft in an abandoned warehouse in one of the dead zones of the city. It was a bit predictable, really. There might as well have been written: "Mad genius' lab here" above the entrance.
You find the man in question slumped over a workbench, shirtless. You know he must have heard you enter (the crash wasn't all that subtle), but he doesn't move. You let your eyes roam over the wide expanse of his back, his shoulders. You can see tension cording the muscles in his neck.
You scrape your throat, trying to get his attention. One of the mechanical arms turns its head towards you, whirring. Its owner, on the other hand, keeps his gaze resolutely on his work.
The last time you spoke to each other, the conversation hadn't ended that well. You, repeating your undying love for your husband. Him, stating he's a villainous monster and warning you to stay away from him. All very dramatic, you think. And utter bull (on his part, not yours).
You cough loudly, all subtlety out of the (now broken) window. Patience is a virtue, but one you're never been blessed with. No reaction. He's ignoring you then. You sigh, two can play at this game.
"When's the last time he's eaten?"
"Pardon-", Otto looks up.
"Not talking to you," you say dismissively, keeping eye contact with one of his red blinking appendages.
"Has he eaten anything today? Twice's no, once's yes."
The adressed claw clicks twice, moving itself as if shaking no.
Otto gives the affronting arm a betrayed look. You continue your line of questioning, relentless.
"Jeesus, okay. So yesterday then?" Click. Yes. "Evening?" Click-click. No. "Morning?!" Click. Yes.
"When's the last time he shower- you know what? Nevermind. Don't want to know."
You turn to Otto, hands on your hips.
"Okay, so you're gonna shower or bathe or whatever you do now that doesn't fry your circuits," you say waving your hands vaguely at his harness. Your tone barters no objection. "And for heaven's sake, dress yourself, Otto, it's bloody freezing in here. You'll catch a cold, you know," you state matter-of-factly.
You look around in the general direction of the kitchen. You frown at the barren countertops.
"I take it the kitchen isn't stocked?"
"Well, I, uh," he sputters eloquently, not expecting the question.
"Instant noodles do not count."
He shakes his head, perplexed at how his evening is turning out.
"Well, I'm going to the store and get us some basics at least. I'll whip up dinner, probably will be ready in an hour or so.
"And Otto?"
"Yes, dear?" The term of endearment slips out before he can catch it, a habit.
"Leave the bloody door unlocked, will you? I would hate to smash another window trying to get in."
"Breaking in, you mean."
"Eh, semantics," you shrug with an easy grin. You give him a quick peck on the cheek before walking off towards the exit of the lair.
He's left there standing, with his hand lingering over the spot you kissed, absolutely confused by the casual way you just walzed into his life again.
He thought, after your last argument, that he would never see you again.
---
An hour or so later, Otto emerges from the bathroom, this time fully dressed.
The comforting smell of a homecooked meal surrounds him. The familiar domesticity of it is suddenly overwhelming. He can feel his eyes start to water. He didn't think he would be able to have this again, after everything. Especially with you.
Wiping at his eyes, he takes a moment to gather himself before entering the kitchen. For a man of his stature, even with four metal contraptions attached to him, he can be very quiet if he wants to be. This grants him a few moments to observe you unnoticed.
Bags of groceries have already been unpacked. There's a basket of fresh fruit on the counter, next to a little basil plant.
You're quite at ease in the unfamiliar kitchen, humming softly while stirring pots and pans he didn't know he even possessed.
While finally draining the pasta, you turn which causes your elbow to knock a glass off the counter. You curse, but before it crashes to the ground, one metal arms shoots out, just in time, to catch it.
If the sudden appearance of the appendages startled you, you don't show it.
"Oh, thank you, you lovely thing," you coo at the arm, gently petting its claws. A pleasant tingle travels up Otto's spine at the touch.
Finally noticing him, you turn and smile. "Come sit," you say, gesturing towards the kitchen table, "Dinner's getting cold."
---
Its a comforting routine, you washing up and him drying the dishes.
After putting the last plate away, he finally adresses you: "We need to talk."
You smile softly at him, sad. You humm before setting your jaw, ready to argue your point once again.
"You know I will not change my mind," you say.
"No, I didn't think you would." He huffs out a laugh, but there's no humour in it. "You always were stubborn."
"Learned from the best." You retort playfully. He grimaces, your attempt at banter falls flat.
"How lovely this evening has been, we cant just carry on like before."
"Why not?"
"I'm a criminal now, a monster."
"Otto, you're not a-"
"What would you call these monsterous things then?" He gestures his hands accusingly to his harnass, to the metal limbs attached to his spine. "Is this the husband you want to present to the world? This- this monster?"
You try to retort, to argue his point. He continues undeterred.
"What kind of life would I offer you, heh?What life would you have, chasing after a villain?"
"One with you, Otto."
"I murdered people," he continues, relentless. He needs you to see, to understand what he has become. "People who were trying to help me. Doctors and nurses. Good people."
"I know."
"Do you? Do you really?" He snarls.
"I know how the arms work. You seem to forget that I helped create these monsterous things, as you call them."
You take one of his claws between your hands, bringing it closer and brushing your lips against the cold metal.
"Those people were trying to detach them, weren't they? With the damage to your spine, it could have killed you. The arms were just acting out of instict. They were just trying to survive, Otto. You can't be held accountable for their actions while you were unconscious."
He scoffs: "Are you so sure about that?"
"I was in the lobby next to the operation room when it happened."
"You were- dear god. Were you- Did I hurt you?" His knees go weak, finally giving out. He ends up up on the floor, his face pressed into your stomach, reverently muttering apologies.
"You didn't- they didnt. They recognised me, Otto. Knew who I was- to you- to them. Once I commanded they stopped, they did. They brought you to safety."
You're stroking his face, tilting in upwards. You bow down and kiss him lightly on his brow.
"I regret the loss of life. I do, really. Those doctors didn't deserve it. But i cant help feeling grateful that you survived, Otto. Does that make me monsterous?"
"Of course it doesn't-"
You cut him off by placing a firm kiss on his lips.
"I love you, and I'm here to stay. You're not getting rid of me quite yet."
With the help of two arms, you get him back on his feet. You card one hand into his hair, the other on his back holding him close to you.
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Later in bed, you're laying with your head on his padded shoulder.
"I always wanted to be a villains sidekick."
He huffs a laugh, still brittle, but a laugh none the less. You smile.
"What, you don't think I would look good in a spandex suit? "
"Now there's an image."
"Mmh, I would need a proper name, you know."
"What, is mine not horrible enough on its own?"
"Missus Ock?"
"Don't."
"What about Octo-woman?"
"Please stop."
"Octopussy?"
You're hit with a pillow.
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Ronald “Pretty one” Weasley
I couldn’t stop thinking about a conversation I had on discord and so here. Ron Weasley becoming the Pretty Weasley
“Alright, you know what? I will not allow this.” Harry said one night after walking in on Ron trying on the robes his mother sent. The Yule Ball was but two weeks away, with neither of them being able to find dates yet, Ron had hope to try on the robes and see what they look like.
He felt utterly miserable staring at his reflection and Harry wouldn’t stand for it. His friend walked over with a set jaw, a firm frown and a stride that promise he would burn the world down if needed to get what he wanted. Ron often wondered how Harry could be so intense all the time, wasn’t he ever exhausted? “Off with the robes Ron.”
“I-I’m sorry?”
“Off with the robes. You aren’t wearing those. Burn them if you must.” Harry repeated planting himself before his friend, hands on his hips. Briefly Ron thought of his mother when she was on a rant about the twins. “I’m going to get you something better to wear.”
A rush of shame and outrage sprung through the red head’s body, his face clouding over. He can’t figure out what to do with all the emotions, so he lashes out. “I don’t need your pity!”
“It’s not pity! You’re my best friend! I want to help” Harry insists and it was only due to the fact he has seen the same expression on the Boy-Who-Lived’s face when he attempted to convince Ron he hadn’t put his name in the goblet.
The red head pursed his lips but he nodded anyway. He could always find a way to pay his friend back, because he would be paying him back. Ron refused to be anyone charity case. “Fine. How exactly are you going to get me new dress robes?”
Harry practically lit up as if he thought of a brilliant idea. “Okay so I’ve been thinking a lot about this. We can’t leave the castle but you know who can? Dobby!”
At once the little house elf appeared in the room. “Harry Potter has called for Dobby?”
“Yes, Dobby, you are a free elf yeah? Would you be able to leave Hogwarts and buy something I need?”
“Dobby has no master! Dobby can go buy for Harry Potter” The little elf chirps and Ron is honestly surprised by Harry’s idea because he hadn’t even consider the house elf to be able to leave the castle at all. “What is Harry Potter needing?”
Harry’s green eyes twist to lock with Ron’s ocean blue, and they crinkle as his friend gestures at him. “Dress robes for Ron. Something. Something really nice.”
Dobby freezes then frowns. He gives Ron a calculating look which is something the pureblood never thought he would see on a house elf. He feels himself hunching over, a reaction of anyone staring at him for too long.
Dobby snaps his fingers and a measuring tape appearing at his side. “Dobby works in kitchens now, but Dobby would buy Malfoys robes when Dobby was not free. Dobby can find Wheezy robes. Dobby will make sure to find ones that work with Wheezy’s skin tone and eyes. Arms out Wheezy!”
“Um” Ron says throwing his arms out in a straight line at either of his sides. Harry grins taking a seat on the bed as the measuring tape zip and zaps around him. “Thank you Dobby. What do you mean with my skin tone and eyes.”
Dobby wrinkles his nose. “Dobby learned all about that while working for Malfoys Dobby did. Wheezy never dresses for the right colors, but Dobby knows which is best. Dark or falls yes, not bright.”
Ron had no idea what that meant but after a few minutes, the house elf proclaim he was finished and would be off to commission a outfit for the Weasley. Harry gave him a few galleons to pay for it, then he carefully folded up the old robes Mrs. Weasley sent Ron, to throw into a box under the red head’s bed, never to see the light of day again.
“Now, what to do about your hair....” Harry starts but Ron raises his hands to his head, backing away from the other male who has picked up a pair of scissors.
“Oh no! You are not coming anywhere near me with those mate!”
“But-”
“No Harry”
“Fine” The boy huffs. He placed the scissors back on the night table near him and throws himself onto the bed. “I suppose we can find someone else to do it.”
That was easier send then done. Alas over the two weeks where they were waiting for Ron’s pending dress robe order, the two could not find someone who could do a decent cut and someone Ron trusted enough near his hair. They were so distracted with helping Ron for the big day they forgot about finding dates until Hermione reminded them the day off that Harry had to be on time with his date before hand to do the first walz.
“oh no, I forgot about the date” His best friend whispered in horror as the two boys got ready. Ron himself was also in peril. The dance was to start in two hours and there was no sign of Dobby, his hair was still long and he didn’t have a date. Harry at least was wearing the robes his mother bought with his money and while he didn’t look like huge celerity of his status at least he had the proper attire.
“We are both so-wait. We both don’t have have...a date” Ron starts stating at Harry. The Potter stares back with a blank expression, bless his soul but the boy could be so dense. “Mate we could go together.”
“Together? Wouldn’t that be...odd? Professor McGonagall said I needed a date, so people would think you and I are on a date.” Harry says slowly. He’s body language gives away to his discomfort but Ron knows Harry isn’t oppose to going with a bloke, he is just worried about how others will react. He gets like that whenever something from his upbringing comes to mind. The Weasley rolls his eyes.
“Those muggles really do have everything backwards don’t they? Mate no one will care if you and I are male. Half the school is bent.”
“What really? Is this like the twins thing?”
“Twins are not that rare Harry. Almost every family has at least one set of twins in every three generations.”
“They are rare. In the muggle world at least.”
“Good thing we aren’t there then.” Ron then remembers he hasn’t gotten robes and wilts, throwing himself on the bed. “Though if Dobby doesn’t come back soon I understand not wanting to be seen with me in those dreadful dress robes Mum sent.”
“I’m not embarrassed by you Ron. Never. Your my best friend.” Harry says earnestly and the red head can’t help but crack a smile at that. He knows he has insecurities that can’t be resolved with simple words but sometimes Harry makes them a little bearable. “If you want to, please be my date. I rather it be with someone I know anyway.”
“I...” What does one say to that. “I guess it be cool”
Ron cringed as the words left his mouth but Harry relaxed. The Potter looked at the time on the clock and shrugged. “May as well shower Ron. Whatever your wearing won’t matter if you smell like sweat.”
“Hey! I do not smell!” The red head shouts offended but the teasing eases something in him and he finds himself gathering what he needs for shower. Harry’s laughter followed him into the bathroom, until later when Ron was stepping under the water, Harry knocked on the door.
“I’m going to meet you there!”
He shouted back a agreement, unable to hear of Harry walked away or not as he shampooed his hair. Half-way into scrubbing his body, a soft pop was heard and Ron screams as Dobby rips away the shower curtains.
“Dobby brought Wheezy- stop screaming it only Dobby- Dobby brought Wheezy’s robes and Dobby will be helping Wheezy hair.” The little house elf proclaims as the teen desperately tries to cover himself. “Out! Out! Much to do, Wheezy mustn’t be late!”
“Let me at least put some pants on!”
The House elf plants the boy into a chair, and snaps his fingers into three rapid sessions, a comb, sessions and a spray bottle flout around the Weasley who eyes the items with true free. “Dobby do you know what you are doing?”
“Dobby has personally cared for Lucius Malfoy’s hair since he was seven! Dobby knows what to do!”
Thinking of the man’s long fabulous hair “Alright...”
Later Ron is rushing to get to the meeting point. He barely had time to check his reflection since Dobby insisted on another shower after the haircut, and that he help him into the dress robes. He was also spread with some kind of cologne but when it came to see how he look he was honestly stun.
The fall color- which turn out to mean colors ranging from red to browns in different shades. Ron’s were dark red with dark brown- dress robes Dobby picked out for him fit him to the perfect cut meant to highlight all of his best features. They hugged his upper chest and arms but it wasn’t like the hand-me-downs that he got from his siblings who were all broader and shorter then he.
For as long as he could remember Ron had always felt like he was a weed kind of built, tall but scrawny. He never imagine getting clothes that were meant to fit him made him look so different. He seems lean.
His hair was cut shorter now too, not in layers that he had worn since young but more posh and even. Ron never thought he would look good like that but the cut made him look nice, make his eyes pop and his freckles stand out.
He liked it.
He really did.
For the first time, he felt good.
Harry was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs the other champions and their dates already there and Ron was surprise to see Hermione hanging off of Victor Krum’s arm. Merlin but she looked like a goddess.
Ron felt himself flattered for only a second because Harry looked up and his already large eyes widen. “Ron! You look amazing!”
The others were also looking stun and with more confidence he made his way to his best friend. Hermione claps her hands “Ron, you look great. Confidence makes you very fetching!”
He felt his face heating up. Harry presses his shoulder to his, short the boy may be but it makes it easier to speak “Thanks ‘Mione. You look beautiful.”
Around them more and more people start to hand out compliments and Ron thinks, this, this might be his thing. He could be the pretty Weasley. He could learn how to dress well and maybe he could ask Dobby to teach him. Maybe Ron could even learn how to make his own clothes, or make modifications to the hand me downs so they fit as they should. So he could look lean all the time.
He knows it could be shallow but...
but he deserves to feel good, to look in the mirror and like what he sees. At least that's what Harry says as they stumble through the first waltz grinning at each other for being goofs and Hermione encourages his idea later while the three get some punch.
She claims it doesn’t matter what others think because it’s self-care and self-love, something she is always up for. Ron gives her a goofy smile, and then Harry invites him to another dance, while they are dancing- this song a upbeat one and not a formal waltz thank goodness- his best friends stares a little at him before blurting. “Ron, I think I like girls and boys.”
The red head raises a brow, “yeah? Is it Cedric?”
Harry shakes his head. “No. I won’t tell him yet I just...wanted you to know. Have I told you how nice you look?”
“At least a dozen times mate, but thanks.” He laughs as the two spin around avoiding a different pair. “Tell that bloke soon yeah? You deserve someone nice.”
Harry blushes “I’ll tell him. Thanks Ron.”
#hpdabbles#Harry Potter#ron weasley#In this house we respect Ron Weasley#Ron has the glow up he deserves#Harry is a good friend#Harry/Ron#Harry having a bi awaking for ROn#Hermione is always down for self-care and self-love#Ron strut it!
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Lost Boy (K.TH x Reader) ☁️(💜)🎀
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Angst, a bit of fluff ‘n romance, Good Girl AU
Warnings: swearing, a lot of swearing, Traffic Accident, injuries, confused Tae, it’s a mess okay, smol tough girl reader, kind of idiots to lovers lmao, did I mention they swear? Kinda fluffy? Also a sprinkle of comedy, best boy Yeontan, just read it it’s a mess
Summary: He already knew that time wasn’t playing in his favor, every day being a new possibility for you to find someone better than him, making all of his efforts go to waste and his sweet little game end- yet somehow the world just seemed to have given him a wake up slap in the face. Maybe he needed to stop playing. Maybe he needed to face the truth. Even if it would hurt more than he liked. But hey; at least he’s not alone in the waiting room of this goddamn hospital.
This is a spin-off to Good Girl; congrats if you smelled that coming from reading the Taehyung and Jungkook scene in Brave Girl!
Taglist: @ggukkieland @taetaes-aegi
The fact that he knew so little of you should scare him. It really should, because even though he only knew of your secret obsession with anything soft and cute, and the fact that you wore chokers like it was the most normal thing in the universe, he was whipped. This wasn't just something he felt like he could get over by simply fucking you- no, this felt way worse. This was something more serious than that, and he already saw Jungkook laughing at his face and reaching his hand out for winning his bet with Taehyung that he'd eventually fall for someone. Taehyung had been sure he'd win that bet for sure, very much satisfied with what he had, but eventually you had walzed into his life, in your full small and angry glory.
He'd been annoyed with you at first, really. The way you seemed so fucking grumpy at everything, your sarcasm basically your main language at this point, yet you always looked so disgustingly adorable with your arms crossed and eyes sharp looking at him, as if you could stare him down to ashes if you tried hard enough. He really hated how much he loved the way you never let someone belittle you- how you always had a sassy comeback ready to be thrown out, how you made heads turn just by simply existing in a room. He hated how he found himself looking at you when you weren't paying attention, too worried he might come off creepy if you found him staring. He hated how much you hated him.
Even if he wanted to actually ask you out on a date, all of that had been buried anyways after your last fight. And you were right; he really was just a mean old soul trapped in a young mans body. And that was another thing he despised about you. He hated how you were right.
Kim Taehyung was fucked. Whatever plans for the future he'd made prior, he'd noticed already that he could surely throw them into the next fire he'd encounter.
Everyone else would've ran over to the hospital mentioned instantly, not caring about anything, but he found himself lowering his phone painfully slow, almost as if he had to take a minute to grasp what just happened. This wasn't real. He closed his eyes and began to count. Typically, this helped him to get himself out of any dream he would find himself trapped in, but when he got to ten, he began to accept that this was actually reality.
Would you even want him there? Maybe you'd just kick him out, considering that your last conversation had been anything but friendly. You weren't friends, you weren't fucking each other, hell, you weren't even enemies or anything alike; you had made that quite clear with him. But why was he suddenly walking to his car keys, ushering Yeontan to stay before he walked outside, calmly driving to you?
He didn't know, but he also didn't think about it. The entire way he grew more and more uneasy, his entire being tensing up the closer he got, as if he had to take his final exams again. But this time he couldn't cheat his way out of things. This time, this wasn't something he could slip his head out of before the noose could be tied. Because for the first time he had to face reality.
How was he supposed to face you? You both have had radio silence for two days straight, he didn't even know why the hell he had been contacted-
It was a good thing he had been parking already, because his eyes suddenly widened comically.
'You've been marked in her phone as an emergency contact, so we thought we should inform you.'
Now why the fuck would you set him as an emergency contact, him of all people?!
"Yeontan would be happy to meet you. He loves grumpy people." He said, smiling at you teasingly, yet you could still spot how tired he actually was deep down. You furrowed your brows, rolling your eyes at him. It was a gesture never meant to be cute, but he couldn't help but lean his cheek on his hand, looking at you with almost fond eyes.
"I still can't believe that a person like you has such a cute dog." You exclaimed, reaching for the cup of water on the small plastic table. "Such a waste." You said, yelping in an offended matter when he took the cup from you, calmly, yet still without a frown or a pout as you'd expected.
"He could be yours too, you know?" He said, slight smile ever so present as he dipped the plastic straw into the cup, giving it back to you. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold it for you, he had to give you at least some sort of feeling that you were still independent and didn't need his help, even though you did. It surprised him and yourself a little how he seemed to remember that about you.
"That sounds like you're selling me your dog." You mumbled, chuckling a bit at that before taking a sip. Taehyung watched you carefully, making sure you didn't overdo it like the nurse had told you to. He grabbed his chest playfully, and you smiled again.
"Now, I would never do that!" He exclaimed, mirroring your smile before he yawned, stretching a bit to get his muscles to stop cramping up. "I meant, you know-" But you started to inhale, ready to tell him you sadly knew exactly what he wanted, but his face turned a little grim again, seriousness evident in his tone. "No, not like that." He said, rubbing his hands over his face as if that would help him. "Not to screw you, I don't want to fuck you anymore-" He said, and groaned at you and your raised eyebrows, an offended but amused glint in your eyes at seeing him struggle. "God, no, I still really wanne fuck you- wait I don't mean it like that- shit." He said, leaning back a bit too forceful, hearing the plastic chair creak a bit. "Jesus why is this shit so difficult?" He said, letting his head fall back, the mask he'd pulled down covering the underside of his chin, making his face appear less sharp than you usually saw.
"Its fine" You said, putting the cup down, and leaning back against the pillows again. "I know what you mean." You said, thinking about what he had just implied. But was that really a good idea? Getting close to someone had always been dangerous, but giving yourself to a man like Taehyung? That was pure bullshit and plain boring suicide. But maybe you didn't mind that much. His next words however, made the tips of your ears turn pink.
"Why did you put me as an emergency contact?" He said, actually serious. His voice was low, calm, and he didn't look at you, simply to give you a bit of space, to not pressurize you into answering a specific way. This had been bothering him ever since he reached the hospital, ever since he had to get up every morning at eight to be there for you when you got breakfast. Not that he minded though.
You shrugged. "To be honest, I just wanted to see what you would do in a case like this." Your explanation made him pay more attention to you than ever. "I did it when I noticed the busdriver had skipped our scheduled break. I kinda had a feeling something would go wrong when he started yawning like, every thirty seconds." You said, watching the blanket over your legs. Your fingers played with the fabric, simply to give you something to do and to keep you from looking to your side, where you could practically feel the readheads eyes on you like a red laser dot of a sharpshooter, ready to pull the trigger.
"What did you think I would be doing?" He asked, wondering.
Again, you simply shrugged it off. "I wanted to know if you would actually be there." You said. I wanted to know if you cared enough to face something like this with me. That was what you wanted to say, but you refrained from doing so, knowing he would maybe understand what you said. He scratched the back of his head, before he crossed one leg over the other. His eyes widened at your next words. "Thank you." You said, grabbing the cup again to try and cover up the embarrassment in those words. He stood up with a smile, taking the cup away from you, his face painfully close to yours. Yet he only smiled, and he looked so young suddenly that you couldn't help but stare a bit dumbfounded.
A hand ran over your head playfully, before he grabbed his keys. "I'm gonna go shower. I'll be back for dinner. Don't choke on that!" He said tipping his head in the direction of your water cup, and you spoke up before he could go out the door.
"Taehyung!" You said, and he looked at you over his shoulder. "I uhm.. tell the dog I'm gonna get on his nerves for a bit. They're letting me go on friday after 12." You tried to casually imply. "Oh and I like chinese food. But I guess pizza does the job too."
Taehyung took a bit, facial features confused until his entire being realized what you just said. "I- YES! I mean-" He cleared his throat, answering you a bit more serious. "Yeah sure, I'll get shit ready, uh, yes. Yes.!" He said, suddenly walking way faster than he did before. He poked his head in after some seconds, returning, making you tilt your head at him. "I- uh... forgot to say bye. Bye!" He said, practically running out of the hospital, his facemask thankfully hiding how red his face actually was.
The third trashbag had found its way out of his apartment and next to the garbage bins outside, as he took in a deep breath of air- cold and crisp, waking him up a bit. He'd been cleaning for the entire time after he'd spend a bit of time with you at the hospital during dinner time, practically forcing the plain hospital food down your throat, since you'd refused to eat several times.
It wasn't like his apartment was an entire bombing site- he never let any food go bad or leave it laying around. But he had been living alone for so long, never really having visitors over at all, that he'd just stopped caring after a while. Yet for the first time when he came home, he actually saw the chaos of empty plastic containers and old opened mail and newspaper lying around. He saw his apartment for what it had actually become; not a home, but a snailsshell. It had become almost a prison, a pure reminder that he was unable to be alone. But things changed.
His windows were open when he returned inside, washing machine in his bathroom buzzing away with his blankets inside, another load of laundry waiting for its turn next to it. Yeontan had been running around excited, interested in his owners change of mind concerning their home- and suddenly Taehyung saw traces of his Shell actually becoming a home. It smelled less stuffy, his laminated floor looking almost unrecognizable to him after he'd vacuumed. Sure, some empty boxes were still sitting in the corner, and the dishes in the kitchen were still waiting to be cleaned, but he'd do that tomorrow.
He knew that maybe he was just caught in that little bit of hope, that tiny string of rope you'd tossed him to grab onto, but he knew it would be worth it. He didn't know why, but at some point, he really did develop honest feelings for you, far away from just plain sexual desire. Sure, you were an absolute treat to look at, and he still honestly thought about what you would look like underneath him- but there were different fantasies now as well. What would it feel like holding you? Would you be okay with him holding you while you both slept next to each other? Did you move much in your sleep? Did you eat breakfast in the mornings, or not? He started to wonder if you'd let him put his hand against yours like in those cheesy movies just to relish in the size difference. He wanted to do these absolute weird things like kiss you when you just woke up even if you had morning breath, he wanted to be confused as shit buying you items for your period, he wanted to take care of you when you were sick even though he hated germs with a passion- he wanted everything, the good and the bad. Was this what falling in love was like? He couldn't tell anymore.
The last time he'd been in love ended in the love being blown out like a match in the wind, burning passion slowly becoming dull and pressurizing. It still was a painful memory to think of, but it had gotten better; he knew they both had made the right decision to end things before they become toxic, starting a new life without the other in different places. Taehyung himself had not tried searching afterwards, content with the attention he got whenever he wanted to; yet always reminding anyone that he wasn't going to turn into a boyfriend- he just craved sexual pleasure, nothing more, nothing less. He never brought anyone home to his place however- his own apartment a sacred place it seemed, yet the real reason had actually been his mess- and the intimacy it would portray for him. He didn't kiss much, always getting straight to the point right away, quiet and fast, as he liked to call it. Those were nights he loved, yet al of this had stopped when your words had reached him.
"You're really fucking lonely, aren't you?"
Well yeah, he was, he couldn't really deny it. But he wanted to change that, and with your help, he maybe would be able to.
"Taehyung really, I could've carried that!" You whined, and he couldn't help but laugh a little, actually enjoying the way you couldn't stop bantering even with your pink crutches next to you on your hospital bed, dressed in black leggings, fuzzy socks, and a plain oversized black shirt. He simply grinned, giving you your crutches before throwing the last bag over his shoulder, waiting for you to hobble after him. He was being considerate, pressing the elevator buttons for you, and holding doors- making the nurses swoon a bit at his gestures, yet you only rolled your eyes at his over the top gentlemanism. Inside you actually liked it, found it adorable how he was being so utterly desperate, but you rather ate another hospital meal instead of saying that openly.
His old 2004 Santa Fe was a little high for you to just slip in, so he made sure to help you inside the passenger seat, before you turned around quickly, spotting the excited puppy in the back. "Oh my- FUCK are you TINY!" You squealed just as excited, reaching for the puppy in the back, making Taehyung chuckle as he closed your door, getting into the drivers seat himself. "What the hell Kim Taehyung! How can you own a dog like that, this is ridiculous!" You said, face in absolute happiness as you ruffled the dogs fur, making him smile. He simply put his hand on your shoulder, silently asking you to sit properly so he could drive, and your ears turned a bit red at the warmth of his hand on your skin. "Sorry." You mumbled, looking outside the window, watching cars and buildings pass by. You wouldn't say it out loud as usual, but you actually liked Taehyungs car, even though people always told him to get a new one. It was homey, felt comfortable, and with him behind the steering wheel you actually felt quite safe. Even though you could spot a few candy wrappers in the car door, some hair probably belonging to the panting dog in the bag, and the windows werent really squeaky clean, you liked it. Because it felt honest.
"Alright, start thinking about what'cha wanna eat." He said, and you noticed how he set his indicators to the left, where a Burger King sign was brightly shining above the cars parked underneath. Your eyes widened, already searching for your wallet, when he clicked his tongue. "I'm paying, no buts. I'm taking a burger, some fries, and a shake. You?" He said, not looking at you but paying attention to the road, making you swallow as your eyes suddenly decided to lock onto his hands, rings clicking against the material of the steering wheel as he turned to the left, entering the drive thru. Did you ever have these moments where your brain just decided to randomly reboot, forcing you to stare at a spot without being able to look away? Yeah well fuck, it seemed like yours decided the delicate silver band around his pinky finger had been the perfect spot. Taehyung chuckled, flicking your forehead gently before smiling at you.
You shook your head, simply scrambling out what you always ate, and he nodded, repeating it to the microphone next to his car, elbow leaning on his opened window. If he wasn't such an asshole you could totally see him as a perfect guy- he was actually a nice person to have around, he had the looks too, only his attitude had always been a problem for you; him being an absolute manwhore in your eyes was just too much of a wall to overcome. Yet it seemed like he had been trying to take this wall down for you, brick by brick, and as much as you hated to admit it, it seemed to be working. The more time you spent with the actual Kim Taehyung instead of Taehyung the one who flirted with everything that had a pulse, you had less and less to complain about. Even worse, things that had been annoying before suddenly became normal or even kind of cute in your eyes; the best example being his bright boxy smile. It had been something that had made you roll your eyes previously, now you found yourself laughing along a bit, finding it charming if you were honest. This was fucking stupid.
You were falling for Kim Taehyung, the guy you fucking hated. Just great.
"Did you actually clean up?" You asked, wobbling into his apartment after he'd helped you slip off your shoes, looking at his living room, eyes falling onto the couch. "Damn. Screw those monthly subscription boxes, you're more surprise than I could ever get." You mumbled, and he grinned a bit, crouching down in front of his couch before pulling something out. "A sleeping couch too? Neat." You grinned, as he made quick work of making a bed out of it. You found yourself actually starting to smile in a fond manner as he took so much care into what he did- making sure the pillows were properly placed, pulling the table a bit further away so you'd have enough space, and more. He suddenly looked up before becoming a bit shy.
"I uh.. The couch is bigger than my bed so, I guessed it was better to let you sleep here." He said, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Jungkook slept over once I think. Said it was comfortable so, hopefully he didn't lie." You nodded, thanking him, before he helped you sit down, huffing surprised when you pulled on his arms, making him almost fall ontop of you, face only centimeters away from yours. You looked at him for a bit before placing a kiss onto his cheek- and he felt like he was back in school, receiving the first gesture of kindness from a classmate. He'd fucked six ways till sunday and back, yet he was frozen in shock by that small kiss, and it wasn't even on his lips. His eyes looked at you, confused, and he got even more scrambled up in the head when you ran a hand trough his hair, smiling contently.
"Hm.. You should stop bleaching it. Makes it feel weird after a while, like I'm touching one of those cheap fake fur coats my mom used to have." You mumbled, before tapping his nose. "I'm eating your fries by the way!" You sang, already crawling towards the paper bags hiding the delicious food inside. Taehyung sat down in front of the couch, hands leaning on the fabric of it, head falling ontop of his arms.
"Don't play with me." He mumbled, and you stopped fumbling around with the bag to look at him. "I know I.. "He raised his head, and you could see how serious he looked. "I know I've fucked up big time but Y/n." He said, looking at you with a pained expression. "I've never once toyed with you, never. Don't do this to me. Please." He said, before trying to get up. You moved towards him, throwing your own principles out the window as you grabbed his neck, kissing him. He pulled away after a moment, eyes closed as if he was in pain. "If you don't mean it sto-" He said, before you kissed him again, more urgently, wincing as you sat weirdly on your leg, making him pull you down onto his own, his large hands reaching for the sides of your face, loosing himself in the feeling of your lips against his. This was everything and more to him, a feeling so uplifting he thought he might get dizzy, the faint salt on your tongue left from the few fries you'd already stolen in the car, everything made him feel high. His senses felt like they were sparking pure electricity, his breathing heavy, as he forced himself to calm down. You did too, resting your forehead against his, as he suddenly chuckled. "Please tell me this isn't just because you pity me." He whispered, and you shook your head, grinning.
"Please tell me you won't fuck this up Tae." You said in an equally quiet tone of voice, and he sighed.
"I wont. Please say my name again like that." He pleaded, and you happily complied.
"Taetae." You mumbled, and his voice made a pleased hum inside his throat.
"Again." He asked, his hands wrapping around your back.
"Tae." You answered, chuckling a bit as his grin widened.
"Again." He said with a laugh cutting him almost off.
"I like you Tae." You said. "I really like you." Slowly leaning your head on his shoulder, he pulled you closer.
"I know." He said, chuckling when you playfully hit his chest. "I really like you too."
And for the first time he didn't mind being immature. He didn't mind as long as it was with you.
"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch with me though."
"Fair enough young lady, I'm gonna go to bed now."
"Goodnight then."
"Goodnight!"
"...Taehyung, can Yeontan sleep on the couch with me though?"
Taglist: @ggukkieland @taetaes-aegi
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I dunno if u already knew but I think in an interview with someone they said Asa is supposed to be blind? I dunno s'not rlly important ig🤡🤡 it's just smth I remembered bc I like his fixation w/ bugs bc me same 🐛💕
OK SO YES. I Think I remember now there being a post about him possibly being partially/nearly blind, I assume that's the same thing??? Or related??? I need to find the post. And this interview. (Ill be looking for it but if anyone knows where it is directly feel free to hmu).
That Super makes sense tho and I think it is kinda important, technically... Idk at least to me. It would make sense why he seems to pay extra attention to things. Why he pauses and is quiet for a moment. Idk I have bad sight, and w/out my glasses I definetly have to take more pauses to understand whats going on around me. It's sometimes hard to focus on sound when you're already trying to understand what you're seeing (which you cant bc its so damn blurry). Kinda reminds me of the adhd trait of not comprihending smth someone says and asking them to repeat, but you kinda retroactively comprihend it suddenly. Which is how i kinda already hc him!!! Someone who needs to pause to think, concider, needs a bit of extra time to understand whats happening, just, wants to make sure he's on the level.
Would make sense to why he's so particular w how the attacks. Heavy on the traps. Especially seen when the older daughter & her boyfriend came in. I mean, he couldv taken them out, surprise them, but hed rather wait and see if they get into his traps. (Which is also why i see him as a little playful, dancing tango w luck.) Immediately going to trapping people when they find out about him (tying them up, putting them in boxes) (where i see him actually taking control completely) (but there is also a playful side to him >:() he might. Not. Be. That comfortable actually fighting people. Like yeah he does fine, but when he starts fighting w Arkan, thats when. He. Starts to fuck up. Yeah? Yuhu..... hm.. need to think about.it
Aka me just. "Asa has adhd or smth probs :)" walzes around like an asshole calling all my faves neurodivergent.
Also hi !!! Pls feel free to send me cool bug pics btw if u like them!!!! Idk anything abt them but i love looking at them!!!
#ask#anonymous#ASA IS A VERY SENSE-UAL GUY#AND I STAND BEHIND THAT#also.me w my shit eyesight... same buddy#i dont understand how he isnt squinting constantly#but i also open my mouth a little when im trying to see asksjdj#idk what it is but one just does
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Ballad of the Sea continuation of sorts...kind of
So, I just received the most beautiful review on my story The Ballad of the Sea by @diaz-eddie. This review was an essay. It left me in tears. I was bawling. Happy tears but I was WRECKED. Ship wrecked. Just completely ship wrecked. We chatted on discord for while, her, @galvanizedfriend and myself. Well, they chatted, I waxed poetically over this review while sobbing massively into my keyboard.
We talked about what happens before (yes Yokan, I know you will give me your first born- maybe I’ll do another of what I did bellow. I know what happens it's, Caroline and Elijah meet at the opera. It's a thing) and I decided to give an idea of what I imagine would happen AFTER the last line of “I hear Versailles is nice this time of year”.
I legit just copied and pasted the whole ass thing. So, the time stamps and everything are on there. I’m too emotionally wrecked to take them out. Before anyone asks, yes this is how I imagine things would go.
Yes. My fics make up little universe in my head like this. I’m OCD. I can’t help it.
Anyway, here you go.
Okay.....deep breathe here I go
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[10:42 PM]
She gets to Versaille and obviously her first task is finding a place to stay
[10:42 PM]
I imagine her in some burlesque style club or living above it. I don't know, its France. Thats what I think of
[10:43 PM]
Anyway, she seeks out her dick-faced Father (literally because he is having an affair with his manservant) and blackmails him to giving her, her dowry.
[10:43 PM]
Her mother is in Paris, having left versaille after Bill kicked Caroline out for ditching Stefan
[10:44 PM]
Bill is not having it and refuses.
[10:44 PM]
So, in Caroline fashion, she crashes a ball that her father is throwing
[10:44 PM]
Legit, walzes in, being announced by her title and gives zero fucks
[10:45 PM]
She dances, laughs, and drops massive hints at what daddy dearest does behind closed doors.
[10:45 PM]
She mentions that she almost became a duchess in England
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[10:45 PM]
About her scandalous behavior all over the world
[10:46 PM]
Just pretty much drops hint after hint about who she has become but HOW HER FATHER MADE HER THAT WAY
[10:46 PM]
Damon is there ofc and she stays out of his way....thats a bit raw for her.
[10:46 PM]
She isn't ready for that
[10:47 PM]
However, all this takes place about three months after she arrived in versaille
[10:47 PM]
so we know Klaus went after her.
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For days he had been watching her at this stupid club (she isn't dancing or anything but its Caroline- she likes pretty things)
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[10:48 PM]
He realizes that she is going to crash the party
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so like, halfway through of Caroline literally scandalizing the French court (I mean, do you know how hard it is to do that??) Klaus shows up.
[10:48 PM]
With Marcel and a few other pirates (not many but enough to make a point)
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[10:49 PM]
The ball cowers in fear because....fucking pirates
[10:49 PM]
Klaus stands in the middle of the ballroom and holds out his hand.
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He asks for a dance
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The crowd is legit being held at gun point and sword point and they are fucking dancing
[10:49 PM]
They have a heart to heart
[10:49 PM]
"You came after me."
[10:49 PM]
"I'm still mad at you."
[10:50 PM]
"I know."
[10:50 PM]
"Come with me."
[10:50 PM]
"After I get my dowry."
[10:50 PM]
"Is it really that important to you?"
[10:50 PM]
"Its the last part of me he still has. Yes. It's that important."
[10:50 PM]
They dance and in the end, Klaus holds a gun to her father's head
[10:51 PM]
Demands the money for the dowry
[10:51 PM]
Terrified, and probably wetting his pants, we writes what I assume is a 1700s version of a check
[10:51 PM]
As they are leaving, Klaus pauses and nods to his men
[10:52 PM]
Two of the pirates block the exit (I mean it alreayd way but they make it a point to show it)
[10:52 PM]
"Which one of you is Douche Damon Salvatore"
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[10:52 PM]
The room goes still.
[10:52 PM]
No one says a word.
[10:53 PM]
"Sweetheart?"
[10:53 PM]
She just nods her head towards Damon, Elena is clinging to his arm
[10:53 PM]
Marcel walks over and literally drags Damon to the center of the room
[10:54 PM]
Klaus- in fluent French- demands him to be put on his knees
[10:54 PM]
He puts a pistol to his head
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Damon is begging
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Elena is screaming
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Pleading
[10:54 PM]
They have a son
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Klaus doesn't care.
[10:55 PM]
He gives this speech about Caroline. About how he chased her across the world. How she out smarted him and how she just proved him wrong over and over
[10:55 PM]
About their time on the ship and how her entire life had been about running. About how Damon and her father broke her
[10:55 PM]
But they tells them how they made her stronger
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How she stood on her own and became this amazing and beauitufl person
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How he fell in love with a woman who is a survivor
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[10:56 PM]
He pulls the trigger on the pistol
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But there is not poweder
[10:57 PM]
it doesn't go off
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[10:57 PM]
He was toying with Damon
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[10:57 PM]
Klaus nods to the pirates and they pick Damon up off the floor and they drag him, scremaing out of the room.
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[10:57 PM]
Stefan steps forward, begging for his brother but Caroline just looks at him
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[10:58 PM]
"I won't tell him to stop. Mourn your brother now because I have a feeling that you'll never see him again"- idk, something eloquent here that means the same thing
[10:58 PM]
Stefan says nothing.
[10:58 PM]
Elena is screaming, tears running down her face. Stefan goes to her.
[10:58 PM]
Klaus holds out his hand.
[10:59 PM]
Caroline puts hers into his and he leads her back to his ship.
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And they sail off into the sea
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With Damon in the docks.
[11:00 PM]
Klaus not sure exactly what he is going to do with him yet but death isn't enough. Alexander got off easy. He wants Damon to suffer
[11:00 PM]
For both Caroline and Rebekah
[11:00 PM]
.......and thats it
#Klaroline#The Ballad of The Sea#pirate au#I fucking bawled at this review guys#I legit can't think of a damn thing#I'm dead#Dead I tell you
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Vampire!pertwee x reader the masquerade ball
Notes : reader gets invited to a masquerade ball by the count who is head of the city and he choose a bride at the end. Reader then finds out the count is a vampire
im also sorry that the gifs don't match but it inspired me greatly
Words : 1907
Warnings: non
Y/n woke up one morning entangeled in her sheets "oh wow that was a strange dream " she yawed "hmm oh wel guese i should get up"
She then stood up And got dressed after her routine y/n got breakfast from down stairs. While the coffee was running y/n checkt the mail, in the mail was a letter with her name on it in a beautyfull hand wrighting. Also a seal adored the paper "a letter from the count how strange" y/n opend the letter.
"Dear people"
"I Wright this letter to invite you to a ball i will be hosting this upcoming saturday, im looking For a wife who will love me for who i am, the rules of the ball are is that you have to wear a mask and match it with your dress, at the end of the ball i will be anounig who will become my bride."
"You don't have to come but its apriciated if you did"
Greatings from
J. Pertwee.
Y/n looked at the paper "the count is looking For a Wife.... should i go?" She was thinking "i mean i got a chance so why not but what will i wear..." while the was thinking the coffee machine beeped to let know that the coffee was done. " Alright what to wear hmm".
Then y/n remembered an old photo of her mother in a blue ball gown "mabey.....she gave it to me right?" She grabed her phone and started dail the number".
"Hello y/n"
"Hi mom i got a Question"
"Do tell"
"I was wondering if you gave me that ball gown of yours when i moves out i got invited to a ball"
"Oh yeah i do its in a light pink box with light blue stars on it there should be asesoires in there as wel.
" Thanks i will go in search for it"
"Who invited you?"
"The count did"
"You mean the head of the town?"
"Yes, hes in search for a wife i mean i can try right"
"Yes you can go but please be carefull we don't know anything about him"
"Yes mom i know don't worry i'll be fine i promice, speek to you later im going to look for the dress.
"Alright sweetheart but rember be carefull"
"I wil mom don't worry take care" y/n hung up And put the phone aside "alright its time to look die that box" she went upstairs to her bedroom and looked everywhere, but a hour later she still hasnt found it "hmm mabey its in the attic" she opend it up turned on the light And looked around "man i have to mutch stuff ah there it is" she grabed the box and went back down, then she opend up the box and, in the box was a mask a pair of shoes a tiara and her mom her dress and gloves, there was also a letter
" dear y/n
If you find this box its yours now the dress was once mine but the other things are specaly for you, i want to wish you a lovely evening when you wear this
Love from your mom"
"Oh how sweet" she wiped a tear now lets try them on
About 15 minuts later y/n had everything on and it fited like a glove absolutly perfect.
"Tomorow is the ball then i perhaps should go to bed its going to be a long night".
the next day y/n took the time to get ready, she took a shower and did her hair and put on her dress and accessoires. "Alright finaly done" she turned off the lights and went outside to lock the door but when she turned around she was greeted by a cariage
"Hello madam i come to pick you up for the ball " a man bowed to her
"Ah alright thank you, were youv sent by the count? "
"Yes i was madam"
"Alright then" y/n smiled softly "Shall we go then? "
"Of course" the man opend the door of the carriage and closed it once y/n was seated "
"Alright lets go then" she took a deep breath to calm herself, once the carriage was on its way it looked like time flew by because 20 minuts later they arived
"We are here madam " the man opend the door
"Thank you for bringing me here sir...."
"Troughton"
"Thank you sir troughton wil i see you again this evening? "
"Yes i'll be bringing you home as wel"
"Thank you have a lovley evening" she smiled
"You to miss y/l/n"
Y/n turned around grabed her skirt and then walked up the stairs. Then she was greated by two big doors they opend from the inside letting her in, there were a lot of people male and female, of course the ball was ment for the count to find a wife but both male and female people took the opertunety to find somone to be with.
Some people went silent and looked at y/n others wispered and stared, it was making her quite uncomfertble " Oh dear goodness i hope people won't be staring to mutch at me."
Then the trumperts were sounded and a man with white hair wearing all red walked down the stairs.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Masquerade Ball thats being held to look for a wife for me, of course you can enjoy yourself and do whatever you like have a lovley evening everybody"
The man walked further down the stairs and made his way on to the ballroom floor, a lot of women and girls went after him. She could not completly see his face but she bet he's very handsome his voice sounded like honey.
And hour and a half went by, she already had danced with multiple people but her feet hurt so y/n went to the side and sat down on a chair. Her eyes roamed over the ballroom looking at all the people, unfortanetly enough y/n hadnt quite felt a conection with anyone yet.
"Excuse me miss but why arn't you on the dance floor" a voice spoke
"Wel unfortanetly my feet hurt so i had to sit down for a moment " She said not looking up
"Ah i see, we all need some rest from time to time"
Finaly she looked up And gasped it was the count " Oh please do excuse me for being so rude i din't mean to"
"No no don't worry you Werent being rude at al its quite alright"
"I need a few more minuts of rest i will get blisters on my feet for sure" she giggled
"Alright thats fine, im really glad you could come miss? "
"Y/n y/l/n"
"Miss y/n, may i say you look very lovely this evening "
"Why thank you, you look also verry lovely in your costume"
"Thanks, oh please do excuse me i think there is somone who wants to dance with me, i'll be back in a few minuts" he bowed and walked away.
"Curious, something is off oh wel perhaps im imagine it"
About 15 minuts the count was back "may i please have this dance from you miss y/n"
"Well of course" she bowed at him, they both spun around putting his arms around her waist and she put her hand on his shoulder
Then the both twirled and walzed over the ballroom floor everybody had made way for them looking on how the couple danced, he then picked her up, y/n was having the time of her life. She was laughing and gigeling
When the dance was over he diped her
they stoped before a mirror but what she din't know was that the only reflection that could be seen was hers. But before she could see it they both moved away from the mirror.
"That was absolutly wonderfull i really had fun" she bowed
"Oh it was nothig at all you are quite a good dancer miss y/n"
"Thank you..... you know i never asked you your name"
"My name is John Devon Roland Pertwee de Perthuis de Laillevault but you can call me jon"
"Hold on i want to try and say that John Devon Roland Pertwee.... de Perthuis de Laille...vault wow im never going to try that again i keep it at jon pertwee then" she giggled
"Thats alright I really enjoyed your company miss y/n"
"Oh y/n is just fine jon i really enjoyed your company as wel"
"I wil soon make an anouncement"
"Thats fine im going to drink something"
He kissed her hand "i hope to see you back soon"
Y/n walked away and grabed a goblet to drink from "sutch a gentleman" she blushed "oh cut it out y/n You never have a chance with him" she was kind of disapointed at herself
"Dear ladies and gentlemen may i have your atention please, i really enjoyed all of your company this evening but i think i finaly found my new fiance , (your full name) could you please come forward, " once y/n stood before him he grabed her hand softly "ladies and gentlemen may i introduse you to (your full name) my fiance to be," he turned to her "y/n I really enjoyed this evening with you and i hope we could spent some more time together"
"But of course jon i would absolutly love to spent more time with you"
He noded "i also have a gift for you" he grabed a necklace out of his pocket
"it was my wife her necklace before she died i want you to have it" he placed it around her nek
"Thank you so mutch jon its beautyfull" she hugged him "i promice to take good care of it ......but before i stay here i have to get my stuff from home"
"As you wish we sent a moving truck tomorow so that you can get your stuff.... don't you mind to get with me even while we know echoter sinds tonight?"
"Of course not im alone in that house of mine i enjoy some company" she softly grabed his hand
Jon noded at her " dear people i thank you all for coming have a lovley night and i see you an other time"
"So i will stay her?"
"Unless you don't want this "
" I need to get to know you first then we can take more steps"
"Wel of course "
"Jon tell me and be honest to me, i have the feeling that you are not human am i corect?"
"So you found out?"
"That there is something strange about you..... Yes, but its not threathing tell me jon what are you?"
Jon sighed he could't stop it now "you want the truth?"
"Yes"
"Alright, well y/n I am a vampire i have been for quite some years now, my wife died of old age, if you want to leave thats fine"
Y/n grabed his hand once more "I don't want to leave now you need somone to love you and stay with you.... I won't leave even if we know echoter for one night i promice "
Tears fell from his eyes " Thank you y/n you are the best thing a vampire can have" he kissed her fourhead and huged her close to him.
Y/n knew she had nothig to fear
the end
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It’s not a request but I really want to know your opinion about this: I think that Atsumu isn’t able to “accept” your affection towards him. I don’t want to give you spoiler from the manga (bc idk if you read it) but his personality gives me this feeling that at the starting of dating with him would be difficult because he can’t trust easily everyone so before having a relationship with him you should like.. show him that you’re truly in love with him and you want to love him?
To be very honest, i think so too. I don't know what your manga spoiler was, I am still fairly at the beginning of it but I do know a few spoilers, but if its about his middle school experience then yes definet
I feel like Atsumu generally has a hard time when it comes to affection, both receiving and giving it. Having a brother he's rough with, we all know about Tsumu's and Samu's fights, and his whole middle school experience I think he just became somewhat "immune" to what other people think of him.
You really have prove to him how much you actually like him, no, how much you love him. You can't just go and confess your feelings for him and he either rejects you or confesses his feelings for you and you're a power couple now. I feel like he would be sceptical, would ask himself why you would fall in love with him? Maybe he even thinks it's just a funny little joke between you and your friends. So when you plan on confessing you have to do it slowly. Get to know him first, get closer to him, show him the affection he needs. Once he start to notice how much you actually care about him, he get's emotional. We all saw his reaction to Kita's care package and he would similarly react to when he finally understands how serious you're about him. That all you do is in no way just platonic. And even though he finally had realized that your feelings towards him are real and serious and not just a joke to mess with him, it still would be hard at the beginning.
In my humble opinion I feel like Atsumu has a hard time building up trust with someone. Not just the "normal" kind of trust you'd hope to find in every person but the deeper more connected kind of trust. In the back of his head he will always wait for the moment you tell him the truth that everything was fake, made up, for a bet or some shit like that. This partly comes from his trouble accepting love but also, i feel like Atsumu has some self worth issues? I don't know if I am the only one but while he puts himself high in Volleyball, his whole 'everybody who can't spike my sets just sucks' speech proved that, I feel like Atsumu is the kind of person who deeply believe he isn't worthy of love. He probably get's told a lot how much of a "asshole" he is because yeah sometimes he can be one but does this directly mean that there is not one person out there who would put him above everythinf?
So when you really want to be with him, if you're want to be serious with him, you not only have to show him how much you love him, that you mean every single 'i love you' but also that he is worthy of it. That he deserves someone like you who loves him unconditionally. It's a lot of hard work to be with Atsumu, not only for you but also for him. While it might seem from the outside like you're the only one working on your relationship status, Atsumu is working on his inner conflict. This will be mentally draining for him since this is a whole new experience. We know Atsumu has some fangirls at his school vut how many of them do you think would actually mean it serious? So you just walz into his life and decode to become the love of his life.
But once everything starts to fall into pieces both of your hardwork paied off. He'll be a little shy on PDA in the beginning, just small gestures like a hug that lasts a little to long, his hands sibtly lingering on your waist pulling you closer, forehead kisses, but once he is fully comfortable and 'settled' your relationship is just magical. There is no way he would ever let you go, he brags about you and shows you off. He would treat you like a newfound treasure and in some kind of way you are. You taught him how to love. You taught him how much he actually deserves to be truly happy, so he will hold on to you for as long as possible. He only wants what is good for you even if he would have to sacrifice something (expect Volleyball, you and Volleyball share the superior Tier but wbk).
Everybody thinks you're that perfect show off couple, but in reality, even though he warmed up to you, he accepted your and his own feelings, there are those nights where everything bottled up just starts to overflow, but it's okay because even though he would be grumpy on those nights, even though there is a huge possibility of him saying things he doesn't mean, you stay. You're there for him to comfort him and exactly that's where he fully starts to trust you, and from that point it will only go uphill.
i didn't meant to write a whole essay... if i just could write my school assignments so passionately the way I talk about Tsumu
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"May I have this dance?" he asks
"Yes, you may" I respond
He takes my hand leading me to the center of the ball room where another couples are dancing.
"I hope you know how to walz, it would give a bad impression if you stumble over my foot" he tells me
"You wish" I bite back
The song starts it's a slow and sensual one. His hand touches my lower back sending a shiver through my spine, a little gasp emerges out of my mouth, he arches his eyebrow questioning me and I roll my eyes. We start dancing, step by step creating a perfect armony who I hope will last longer but I'm not sure about that.
I thought that the dance would end after the first song but another one starts he grabs my hands and placing the behind his neck. Strong hands are circling my waist and remain tangled on my back, my face buried in his shoulder, his breath and lips on my neck send a jolt of pure pleasure. My body is officially on fire and this man knows it.
"What are you doing?" I ask timidly
"Dancing, princess" he whispers
That sweet and tempting voice makes me wanna fall on my knees on surrender to him.
His tounge stars tracing paterns on my neck, my breath accelerate and my body is lost in his.
"Am I turning you on?"
I open my mouth but no words escape from it.
"Answer me" he says in a demanding tone
"No" I whisper
"Liar" he says biting my neck
I clench my thighs definitely aroused, I'm trying to eliberate my mind from him. But it seems that I can't.
"So if i move my hand on your tigh and trace it up and find the hem of your panties and place a finger over them you tell me that I'm not going to find you aroused?"
I swallow hard. Trying not to imagine the scenario
"I'll never be aroused by you, keep it in your damn mind"
"I don't think so, tesoro mio"
My treasure. He just called me his treasure, what in the world is wrong with him
"Imagine this" he says
"I'm not going to imagine anything that involves you"
I continue to protest but he shuts me up with a peck on my lips. My eyes glued to his
"We're alone in a room, I rip your dress of you and move my fingers to your panties and I thrown them off too. My hands roaming your body, my thumb slowly opens your folds, my index finger in your cunt, your moans are are starting to fill the room, before you can come I wrap your legs around my waist and your hands around my neck.. "
I start gapping his suit jacket lapels, my red face hidden in his chest
" I let my cock free positioning it to your opening and I start pounding in you gently at first but the harder, you are going to beg me but not to stop to go harder and faster, I'm gonna fuck so hard that the only thing you're gonna remember is my name"
Before i start to convulse he stops, placing that strong hands firmly on my hips, our noses are touching, my lips aching for his
"Remember this when you are going to touch yourself tonight, when you are going to crave me, my touch, everything"
I want to respond to him but he continues
"Because, princess, we are going to see each other sooner than you think"
He gives me a final kiss on my redden cheeks and leaves me there in the middle of the room. I'm turned on, confused and drugged by him.
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Whumptober Day 9
"Take Me Instead"
Ao3
Warnings: canon typical violence, major injury
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"Well, look what the bat dragged in."
Dick resisted a wince as his back was practically stabbed with the barrel end of an assault rifle. He twisted his wrists behind his back, locked there by his own cuffs. Not for the first time, Dick felt a ping of hatred for Bruce's constant paranoia. Plans for everything, even themselves. Therefore: cuffs are batproof.
And that wasn't all, Duke kneeled beside him in the exact same situation. On his knees, guns aimed point-blank, meaty hands on his shoulders to keep him down as none other than Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow, in his full get-up approached his new hostages.
This definitely won't be good. Dick didn't know how long he could last. Crane's knack for dramatics and monologues were ear-bleedingly boring on the best of days. Dick already had a headache thanks to the lucky shot one of Crane's children-of-the-pumpkin-patch-lackeys got on him with the back of their gun. Hey, sometimes even Nightwing accidentally got hit. He's human.
Honestly, Dick wasn't upset about being caught. Hell, he wasn't even that worried to see Scarecrow walz towards them with his dramatic scythe dragging on the floor behind him. Not even the flashing red lights of the lab they were currently in and the intruder alarms blaring put him on edge. What sent an ice cold shard of worry straight into his chest cavity was that Duke was caught also because of Dick's initial mistake.
Duke. The guy who was still in training. Who was just barely figuring out his meta abilities. Who could fight like a bat out of hell but who has never faced Scarecrow. Duke probably didn't know what to expect with this encounter, and judging by the glances Dick could feel being shot his way by his newest brother, Duke was expecting Dick to come up with something more productive than twisting his hands in his own cuffs again.
This was Dick's fault. He was the one who suggested Duke came with him to check out the labs built near the Fashion District. It's primary purpose was to research medicine for the brain. Things to help seizures, depression, etcetera. Which, of course, made it a prime possible target for Scarecrow whenever the villain managed to escape from Arkham.
The thing was, these labs were already raided for it's chemicals the last time Crane escaped. Normally, the guy was a little smarter than to go to the same supply of chemicals for his fear toxin twice. Dick took Duke for this reason, because it was good to learn how Scarecrow worked before actually facing him. That, and it needed to be checked anyway. He didn't actually expect Crane to be here, let alone in full get up.
It must have been a trap.
Well. Judging by the outcome of the circumstances, it most definitely was a trap. Crane was up to something. Something more than sending the mass population of Gotham into a fear crazed frenzy.
Crane stopped in front of his two captives, flicking his scythe around his body with the smoothness of silk. Dick let his neck relax as the scythes blade went under his chin to lift his head. It was just a fear tactic. One that Dick wasn't falling for. Crane was using the outside of the blade where it was dulled. If he was using the inside, then Dick might have been a little on edge.
Get it?
He stared right into the stitched eyeholes of Crane's hood. Clenched his fists behind his back. "What's up, Crane?" Dick kept his voice light and level; he even let a smile curve his lips as he spoke. The best thing you could do while dealing with Crane was remain calm and not show the slightest sign of fear. Hurt his ego. Make him sloppy.
It didn't seem to immediately rub Crane the wrong way though. He didn't even tense. "Well, you see, I've seemed to have come across two little birdies with their little wings tied-" Ugh. Dick wanted to barf- "and now I have to decide what to do about them."
"Ah you know," Dick replied in a sing-song tone. "Could just leave us alone. Birds tend to take care of themselves."
"Hmm, I suppose." The scythe was removed from under Dick's chin, but Dick kept eye contact as Crane stepped away. "After all, everyone knows it's bad luck to keep two two birdies locked up together."
Dick really wished that Gotham's Rogues would quit it with the theatrical flair. It almost made Dick miss Blüdhaven where everything was straight to the point. The amount of monologues Dick had heard from spending the last two days alone visiting the manor could fill a novel. And at least no one in the ‘Haven called him a bird.
"So I guess the only thing for you to do is to let us go." Dick sighed, like he was upset about it. Crane twitched and Dick couldn't help a confident smirk. "Unless you want the big bad bat to drag you back to Arkham so early into your escape. Your lackeys got lucky with us tonight, but do you really think you can take the entire clan with what you have now?"
Crane remained silent for a moment, and Dick could practically sense Duke resisting twitching or saying anything. Which was good. Duke’s being smart. Letting the guy who's fought Crane for almost as long as Robin had existed do the talking. Dick knew how Scarecrow ticked. In the end, it was always about fear. If his victims weren’t afraid then he'd get bored. Sure, he'll also most likely use Fear Toxin, but it was obvious Crane was planning something. He normally resisted throwing around Fear Toxin willy nilly. If he had a plan, the toxin was put away until he really needed it.
"Actually, little bird," Crane finally said, his voice deepening almost an octave. "I could have use of you. You see, I'm an expert at my craft, yet you bats always seem to not be afraid. Even when the world is trembling in terror, you bats hold strong. I don't understand it. I need to study this. Make a toxin that's impossible to resist."
"It's called an antitoxin," Dick scoffed. "No matter how many times you change the formula it's still always the base formula. Every hospital in Gotham had loads of the antitoxin."
Suddenly, Scarecrow was snarling, right up in Dick's face. Dick heard Duke swear under his breath, but Crane didn't seem to notice. He was too focused on staring through those threaded eye sockets right into Nightwing's milky lenses with narrowed, cold brown irises.
"No," Crane hissed, "you bats have something different. You get scared, but never afraid. I've seen you cry and scream on the ground, writhing in your own terror, but you always- always stand back up. I'm tired of making formula after formula to guess what finally takes you down for good. I need a subject. I need a bat to test on instead of random people in the street."
Dick immediately felt himself tense, but he tried not to show it on his face.
Okay. So Crane wants a human lab rat now. But not any human, a member of the very group of people he's never been able to truly defeat.
Okay.
So this was definitely turning out badly.
"Sorry, Jonathan, Sig and I are actually completely booked today. How bout next week? I think I can squeeze you in for, , hmm, let's say, next Tuesday?"
Scarecrow paused, tilted his head, then Dick knew he made a mistake.
"Ah yes, the Signal." Crane turned towards the yellow clad hero and Dick was moving forward before he even registered that hands tightening on his shoulders, keeping him forced down to his knees as Crane approached Duke. "Gotham's newest little bat, only; this one likes the sun."
Dick watched as Duke squared his jaw and didn't say anything. Dick couldn't see his eyes through the helmet on his face, but he could imagine the unafraid glare Duke must be giving.
"Hey," Dick called in an attempt to get the attention back onto himself, "we're not finished, Crane."
"Actually," Crane replied, his voice sounding excited and wistful, "I think we are."
Dick watched with a growing sense of horror and anxiety as Crane bent down and grabbed Duke by the chin, forcing Duke to bend his neck back at a painful looking angle. Duke grunted and attempted to tug his shoulders out from the grasps holding steadfast onto him.
"Tell me, morning bird," Crane whispered just loud enough for Dick to just barely hear him. His voice was husky with excitement. "What do you fear most?"
"Crane! Leave him alone!"
Dick went ignored as Scarecrow backed up, letting go of Duke's chin with a shove. He nodded and soon Dick was watching as Duke was hefted to his feet by the grunts behind him and held in place tightly. Dick struggled on his knees.
"It's not Signal you're wanting, Crane, you know this!" Dick tugged on the restraining holds still on him. He tried to get his feet under him, but the men holding him down had more power over him at the moment. Dick snarled. "You've had a grudge against me since I was a kid! If there's anyone you want for this, it's me! Let him go! Take me instead!"
Dick could swear he just saw the jagged cut of a grin on Scarecrow's face widen. Sharpen. "Yes, Nightwing," Crane agreed, his tone sinister with a touch of silk. "I've always hated you. The Robin without fear. It would be a pleasure to get you finally choking on your own tears. You were always the light to his shadow. However," Crane stopped to grab Duke by the arm and drag him forward, "I'm finding myself more interested in how the day to his night will react to my toxins."
Crane shoved Duke back to the lackeys and then shoved his scythe back under Dick's chin. "You'll have to be patient. Don't worry, whatever I create with him will be my masterpiece, and you will get a taste of it soon enough.
Dick snarled, his gut churning at the thought of Duke being tortured for who knew how long into the future. He tried to find his feet again, throwing his body back to unbalance the holds on him and get away from the scythe both at the same time.
This time, Dick was lucky. He managed to knock the men off him and climb to his feet. However, it was all for naught when one of the lackeys did the smart thing and hit him at the back of his skull with the butt of their gun.
Dick saw stars, and maybe his superhero name being shouted, but all he could grasp onto was that he was on the ground now, desperately trying to get a grasp back on reality as his head screamed in pain at him.
He just managed to focus on a blur of yellow being dragged off, but that focus only lasted a second before another blast of pain erupted on the side of his head, and he knew no more.
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The feeling of gravity rolled, shooting Dick from unconsciousness straight into awareness as he was flipped from his stomach onto his back. He groaned, a migraine pounding away. The side of his head felt warm and wet. He had to blink a few times to reboot his brain and remember how he got here and why he was in so much pain.
And then, he remembered.
He jolted, shooting up to sit up but he was immediately met with resistance via Tim's hands grabbing onto his arms. The world swirled around him—looking similar to an old album cover from the 70s. Dick shot his arms up regardless of the dizziness attacking every one of his senses and wrapped his grasp around the front of Tim's suit.
"Signal-" Dick wheezed, tried to explain, but Tim just frowned and then began to shove Dick back to the ground, keeping his grasp on Dick's arm to pin him there. Tim was shockingly strong. Or maybe… Dick was shockingly weak.
Dick shook his head, but it sent the 70s into the 60s and his thoughts almost slipped away like fine sand. Duke. He had to focus on Duke. He was in trouble. Had Scarecrow already tested out his first drug? Was Duke already reliving his darkest nightmares? Dick didn't know everything about Duke, but he did know that in the short time he's been a part of the family business that he's already seen so much shit. The Joker and what he did to his parents being at the top of the list.
Dick remembered the first time the fear toxin made him relive his own parents' demise. He couldn't stop shaking for days.
This was Dick's fault. He was supposed to keep track of Duke. Show him the in's and out's of dealing with Scarecrow from the early stages, getting him prepared for when Crane eventually decided to reign his terror across the streets. That was the advantage the family wanted to give Duke. Make it so none of the future battles with Gotham's main gallery felt like it was too much. When you're new, big names could be confidence rattling.
And Dick had failed Duke. He brought Duke out. Dick didn't prepare for an actual attack.
Dick got Duke captured.
By Scarecrow.
It was all his fault.
Dick had to find him. Save him. He had to fix this. So he tightened his hands in Red Robin's suit and tried to sit up again. "Signal-" Dick tried again, but Tim didn't listen. He just shook his head and opened his mouth. Said something. Dick realized he couldn't hear. Everything sounded like the static on an empty radio channel. His own voice rumbled in his chest, vibrated inside his skull, but he couldn't pick apart anything else. And while the threat of deafness thanks to what was definitely a concussion scared the shit out of him, he couldn't just sit here and let Tim shove him back down to do nothing while Duke was most certainly in danger.
Dick forced strength he probably didn't have and attempted to shove Tim off from him. Somehow, against all odds, it worked. However, just moving his arms like that caused a spike of exhaustion to spear into his gut and it took every ounce of willpower in his body to work himself to his feet.
He stumbled once he was standing. Everything was spinning. His lack of hearing made his sense of balance dim. It was suddenly like he was a passenger in his own body. He knew he wanted to take a step forward, but he wasn't sure he did. His stomach rolled and he closed his eyes to catch his breath, but when he opened his eyes again he was laying back down face up, hands on his chest and legs straddling his hips. Pinning him down.
Dick felt sick.
He... He had to save Duke. He had to get whoever was on top of him off.
He twitched and his eyes closed again, only this time it was against his will. Something stinging stroke across his cheek, but everything was far away and he couldn't find his hands.
He fell into darkness again.
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He woke up feeling similar to how Buster from Mythbusters looked. His head felt muffled. Far away. So much so that it took a minute for the migraine to kick in once he cracked his eyes open.
The lights were dim, thank heavens, so it only took a moment for Dick's eyes to adjust. He easily recognized the medbay of the Batcave, having woken up here too many times to confidently number. He reached up to his head and felt bandages wrapped tightly around his skull. Then, he blinked and realized there was a presence besides him. It took him a minute for his eyes to travel over to the side, but when he did his eyebrows rose and he went completely still.
Duke was there. In pajamas, sitting on a plastic folding chair off to the side of Dick's bed. Not a scratch on him.
Duke, probably having sensed Dick as well, looked up from his phone towards where Dick laid. A smile broke out on his face.
Duke started speaking, but Dick couldn't hear him. Not that Dick cared at the moment. He was too happy seeing Duke looking completely fine. Exactly as he should be. It was like a dream. Could this be a dream? Dick hoped not.
Duke finishes speaking, tilting his head and brows scrunching up. Dick realized that he must have been asked a question, but because he was too busy reeling over how this all seemed so impossible—because he could have sworn Duke was captured—to read his lips. Dick cleared his throat, thankful that he could still at least hear his own voice, and gave a shaky smile.
"Cn't hear ya," he muttered, his voice too scratchy and his energy too low to do much more than that. Duke's eyes widened and he looked to the side to definitely swear. Dick won't tell Alfred though. It's not like he heard it.
Duke looked lost with himself for a moment, bringing his hands up to his chest beginning to sign what he wanted to say letter by letter. Duke's still learning sign. Cass was teaching him and he was learning quickly. He was still a beginner though and didn't know how to say much more than basic conversation. Dick felt a laugh escape his throat, sending a spike of pain into his head.
"E-S-C-A-P-E" Duke signed, carefully shaping every letter with concentration over his facial features. He began to start singing something more, but then he stopped mid "N" and looked over to the entrance of the bay, relief melting the hard edges of his face. Dick turned to look af well and what he saw didn't really surprise him.
Bruce, still garbed in his suit, but his cowl and cape were absent. He looked tired. Frown pulled down a little more than usual. The bags under his eyes a little more vibrant. Bruce analyzed the room for a brief moment, but a smidge of life seemed to return to his face when his gaze landed on Duke and Dick. His lips twitched. They didn't become a smile, but it was almost one. Dick had learned to live with Bruce's almosts.
Duke opened his mouth and, judging by the way that smidge of relief and happiness on his face rapidly declined, Dick could guess what was said. Bruce expected Dick's hearing to be back by now. Dick tried not to let that clench something in his gut.
Bruce walked forward, his footsteps soundless, before he settled besides Dick's beside and snapped his fingers next to Dick's ear.
Dick tried to listen. He really did. It just… wasn't there. He took a calming breath, released it, then shook his head.
Now Bruce was full on frowning, and Dick almost expected Bruce to turn tail and retreat, maybe to call Leslie or research hearing loss caused by concussion. Instead, he was shocked to find that Bruce simply turned to pull another chair to his bedside, his hands already delicately placed in front of his chest.
Can you hear anything?
Dick shook his head and bit the inside of his cheek.
Should not be permanent. Leslie said to call her if it takes longer than a day to start returning.
Dick nodded. Took another breath. He could feel it lingering behind his eyes, the fear of never being able to hear ever again. It made him want to throw something, but Duke was here, and Dick couldn't focus on himself right now. He had to know what happened after his head was smashed in. Thankfully, Bruce seemed to know him well enough to expect that of Dick. That to avoid breaking down he needed to worry about someone else.
Escaped on his own. Called the family to find you.
Ah. So in the end, it was Dick who needed rescuing. Duke handled himself. Which, somewhere at the back of Dick's mind he knew Duke was a skilled fighter. He was a quick learner. Versatile. Give him a situation and he'd work it to his advantage. And maybe Dick was so worried because even though Duke was nowhere near the youngest of the family, he was still the baby of it. He'd lost his parents so recently. He was the newest to the fold. His trauma was still ripe. And maybe it was the big brother in Dick, but he didn’t want to fail Duke like he's failed all the others. Jason died because he wasn't there. Tim felt abandoned because Dick thought he was ready to let go of something he was still attached to. Damian died after Dick failed to defeat his killer. He never noticed Cassandra and her pain when she was with the League.
He didn’t want to be the cause of something so… so horrible in Duke's life. He didn’t want to look back on Duke and see regret and hindsight.
That almost happened tonight.
But he escaped. He handled it. Crane didn't torture anyone tonight.
Duke was okay.
He sighed and sank into the cushions of the cot and smiled when Bruce lifted a hand and wrapped it around his knee, squeezing slightly in reassurance. Dick shot one last glance at Duke and smiled. Duke beamed back, albeit a bit apprehensively. Dick didn't take the hesitation to be completely open with the family personally. Duke was still new. Soon enough, they'd all get used to each other.
Get some rest, Bruce signed and Dick hummed. Yeah, he felt tired all over again. Must be the head injury. Maybe the relief that everything had worked out at the expense of his hearing.
And Bruce said Leslie predicted it shouldn't be permanent. Within a few days, it would be like nothing happened. They'd continue to hunt Crane, only next time he'd be the one cuffed and dragged away. His vacation from Arkham wouldn’t last long, Dick would personally attest to that.
He'd do anything to make sure his family stayed safe during these stressful next few weeks that always follow an Arkham breakout. Everyone would return home safe, every single night. Dick will make sure of it. Hearing or not.
No one will be hurting Duke. Or any of his family. Not while Dick Grayson had a say in it.
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