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sillylittlestoryblog · 2 years

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Annoying Gothic Prick

Angel Torres x Reader

Notes: i guess i sounded very petty last time. The Ao3 fics are amazing. Go read them. But damn there needs to be more hype on tumblr. Maybe i m obsessed maybe i´m hyperfixating. Maybe i `m maybeline?! Okay ill stop. But please nope fandom write more. I’ll read everything. Love, Mai :D

Warning: bad writing, english isnt my first language, some spoilers i guess

You have been working for Fry`s Electronics for half a year now. You didnt mind the job at all. The customers were mostly friendly and the payment was alright. Obviously it could have been a lot better , but you were never someone to complain about that. You truly didnt mind going there every morning and being one of the last employees to leave in the evening. You truly, wholeheartedly liked your job, right?

It was Friday afternoon when you walked into fry´s. You just had a small meal at the diner next door across the parkinglot. You spend almost every lunch break there. The lady who owned it, already knowing your face and greeting you friendly every time you entered her place.

„ heeey! Welcome back!“ Nessie, your coworker and only friend at work, screamed running to you. She was never that excited. She was definitely planning something. Most of the time she was standing in one corner of the store ignoring the customers and playing animal crossing on her phone.

„ you wont believe what happend when you were gone“

You rolled your eyes. You could already imagine what had happened. A customer's pants had slipped down, someone had tried to steal a huge high-tech TV set, or Angel had gotten on Nessie's nerves again with stories of world conspiracies.

Angel.

Angel was the bane of your existence.

You did really like your job. In the beginning at least. But after your first few weeks you got promoted and changed to a different department in the store. And your supervisor wasnt as motivated and friendly as the one you had in the beginning. Your supervisor and therefore boss who was able to let you do everything he wanted, was a overworked, constantly rambling conspiracy theory believer. Angel.

You truly didnt believe you hated him. You were just constantly annoyed and irritated by him. He practically ignored you for the first week or so and then started suddenly interrupting you while you worked. You just knew he didnt like you. And so you decided you weren’t gonna like him.

„Angel for sure has a crush on someone.“

„What?“

Nessie laughed. „Oh so nowwww your interested. You were staring at him again. If i didnt know that you hated him, i could assume you were kinda into him.“

„ Nessie! Shut up.“ you whisper shouted and nudged her arm. „ I could never like him. He is so load and obnoxious, talking about his stupid alien shit and why is he always doing that thing with his hair when he is nervous. Its so dumb. And i mean look at his shirt it’s definitely to small for him. He is probably just wearing that to show of his massive bizeps.“

you knew you were the one who was rambling now. But you couldn’t stop. You just loved to talk about how annoying he is.

Angel saw you guys staring at him. He looked irritated and was doing that thing with his hand again. He would do it everytime he got nervous. He rubs with his hand through his bleached hair always making a mess out of it.

„ Can you two please stop standing in the middle of the store gossiping and go back to your work.“ He teased. „ Or do you wanna share your story ?“

Nessie gave me a wink and said something like „go talk to him about your problem with his shirt“, before she walked away into another isle probably playing on her phone again.

„ and do you wanna tell me something gorgeous ?“ he fake flirted with you. You cringed at the nickname, turning around he was now standing next to you, leaning on a refrigerator that was on sale. He was taller than you, his body towering over you. You looked up only to regret it instantly. He did have a pretty face. Even you could see that. You took a step back almost crashing into a customer who was looking rather stressed. You looked back at Angel, who wasnt looking as confident anymore. Before you began walking away going to your work, you made sure to answer his question quickly.

„Nope“

Several hours later, the sun was beginning to set, you already talked to the last customer. The afternoon was really quiet. Normally fridays were full of people and it was loud and hectic. Today was different, there wasnt a lot going on. Just some minor Angel incidents. How Nessie always called them. One happend shortly after your arrival. You bumped into him while hiding from a creepy old dude who wanted to ask you on a date. An hour later you saw him illegally observe the security camera of two customers that you saw in here the other day. You had a small fight over it, but you didnt really had a chance against his absurd alien arguments. The last thing was more about Nessie, she told you about her theory again that Angel definitely had a crush on someone. She told you how he was staring into the distance and getting all nervous when she asked him about it.

You couldn’t really say that the idea of Angel having a crush didnt make you a little angry. It was confusing. You couldn’t stand him, right? Him with his stupidly handsome face. And that small smirk. And his soothing voice telling unbelievable story’s . And his dumb muscular body and…

stop! You could not stand this man. That’s how its always been. It should stay this way.

He wouldn’t like you back anyway.

The store was closing in half an hour. You were beginning to clean up some things and began walking towards the break room. The room was already dark besides the lighting of the drinks dispenser. Nobody was spending time in here besides in the lunch break time. But the room was to small for all the employees so most of them spend their lunch break rather outside or the diner next to fry’s.

„What are you doing in here?“ of course it was him. You weren’t gonna turn around. You headed towards your locker and grabbing your clothes and purse.

„ you know, i actually wanted to change out of these work clothes here“ you explained while pointing down at the shirt you were wearing. „ but now that you are here, i can forget about that.“

„Oh you know i wouldn’t mind at all“ Angel was grinning. And you started to get angry. You couldn’t believe it. Why was he bothering you all the time. You just wanted to go home and not think about the man for like three hours. You could feel your body getting heated.

„ of course you wouldn’t.

But you know what, i would rather get eaten by a shark, or spend a day in a room full of spiders or i dont know climb the Mount Everst , than have you see me change out of my shirt.“ and again you were the one rambling and talking stupid things. Why didnt you have some better shit in your mind than that come back.

„i can’t believe i never noticed it before“

he was walking closer towards your locker. His hand in his hair again. So was he nervous?! Why would he be nervous…

„Noticed what?“

„ i really didnt believe Nessie at first, but you do like me.“

„ What the hell are you talking about. You are the most annoying gothic prick.“

You truly didn’t had the best responses. But your brain just seemed to stop working whenever he was around.

„ You know you are kinda hot when you’re angry. This could potentially be one of the reasons i love to piss you off.“

You really didnt care about changing anymore. This was stupid. He was playing with you. Nessie probably gave him twenty bucks to say something annoying like that to you. You would definitely kill her later. She was probably sitting in front of the door laughing or hiding somewhere else. You grabbed your stuff and went towards the exit door. On your way out you made sure to bump into his shoulder, not caring at all. You felt tears forming in your eyes. You weren’t gonna cry in front of him.

Angel noticed how your chest rose and fell a lot quicker than before.

„Honestly fuck you, Angel.“

He grabbed your arm towering over you. You were looking into his eyes. He was suddenly very close. Has he always been that tall? You could smell his aftershave and the nicotine of his last smoked cigarette. He was leaning down. Almost whispering.

„Would you?“

You definitely didnt plan to ever do what you did next. You definitely hadn’t thought about it every time you wanted to shut him up. You closed the distance between your lips and he moaned into the kiss. His hands were grabbing your waist as yours where grabbing onto his short hair. „ i hate you“ you where kissing him again. „ i hate you more“ you gasped while he kissed down your neck holding you tightly against his chest. He was lifting up your shirt and tossing it on the floor while you were grabbing on his biceps and kissing his lips again.

It was a full on make out session and you weren’t sure what would have happend afterwards until someone opened the door. Nessie was standing in front of you both. Angel jumped back and mumbled something like „ she was just about to change „ as he left with a red face and tighter pants. Nessie was just laughing and clapping.

„ I fucking knew it“

#nope x reader #nope #nope 2022 #nope movie #nope fan fiction #fan fic friday #fan fiction #Angel #angel torres x reader #angel torres #Angel Torres imagine #nope imagine #enemies to lovers

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mountttmase · 7 months

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AMTC 1 CHAPTER 5🤭

One of my top 3 chapters of series 1

You could feel his body heat pressing against your back through your shirt, then his legs in between yours before feeling the weight of his arm across your waist. Your first instinct was to panic, it had been a few years since you’d been in this position with a boy, always making sure you never stayed the night if you’d been with a guy and you wanted to remove yourself from him immediately but you willed yourself you calm down and savour the moment. GHIS IS GOING TO BE YOUR DAILY ROUTINE Y/N

‘Oh, you’re awake’ he panicked and you sent him a quick nod. ‘How did you sleep?’MORNING LOVE

‘That’s good. Yeah. Not too bad. These pillows are awful though, I feel like complaining’ he told you with a smile and you let out a small laugh as you dropped your head. ‘I was thinking maybe I could take you out for breakfast? Or we could have it at mine? Or I can drop you home I don’t mind whatever works for you’ he rambled and your first instinct was to say no, this was all far too friendly for your liking but the thought of his sad face when you let him down again was too much to handle this early in the day. You actively shut off that part of your brain and found yourself nodding at him. THE FACT THAT THE ONLY THING HE WANTS IS MAKING HER FEEL COMFORTABLE

‘Of course, come sit and I’ll order’ he said, motioning for you to come over to the kitchen island. He let you pick where you ordered from and once he’d clicked order, he offered to lend you some clothes and you found yourself sat on his sofa in a grey tracksuit of his, wondering how the hell you got here. BABIES

‘What you doing down here?’ He whispered, turning his face towards yours but you kept looking up, not wanting to see how he was feeling right now. NOW STARTS ONE OF MY FAVOURITESSS PARTS

‘Would you consider us friends?’ ‘I think I would, yeah. Do you?’ ‘I told you, Mason. I don’t have friends’ you whispered and his face turned to look up again and even though you couldn’t see him very well you knew his face had dropped and your heart broke a little bit. ‘But I feel like I want to make an acceptation for you’ MY BABIES ARE FRIENDS NOWWWW

THE WAY HE ALWAYS RESPECTS HER AND HER PRIVACY

‘I really like you. And I think you know that’ he whispered into your temple but you held your tongue as you could feel yourself wanting to tell him you liked him back. ‘So if I’m ever pushing things too far or you need some space from me, just talk to me yeah? I can be a lot sometimes’ he laughed and you squeezed him a little tighter, thankful he’d taken you serious and was respecting your decisions. MY LOVELY MAN

HIM TALKING WITH KAI....AND THE MOUNTAIN TO CLIMB THINGGGG

‘Can I stay here for a bit longer?’ You asked timidly and he was quick to reassure you and settle back into the sofa with you. You sat and spoke for a while, reminiscing about what you could remember from the night before and laughing at some of the pictures he’d taken of you and Sophia dancing on Bens coffee table. THAT MAKES ME SOOOO SOFT EVERYTIME, SHE IS STARTIMG TO FEEL AT HOME WITH HIM

THE HUG🫠🫠🫠🫠

‘That’s fine, we can still text each other right? And I know how much you love a FaceTime’ you laughed as he blushed a little bit. HE DOESS

I JUST LOVE THEMMMM🩷🩷🩷🌺🌺

Oh I remember this chapter 🥺 she really opened up to him in her own way here like naked than she has with anyone else and I was so soft for her like being a little vulnerable 🥺 and he was so kind and supportive I love them 🩷🩷🩷🌺🌺🌺

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janetbrown711 · 1 year

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The Learning Type

Wakko decides to tag along with Yakko for today's lessons, despite it not having gone well in the past.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Yakko loved studying. He loved learning, and growing, and obtaining more knowledge and skills in any way he could. His dad said he got it from his mother, though his grandma said her mother was a lot more “foolish with her knowledge” than he was, whatever that meant, so maybe he got it from her instead.

…Yakko had known his grandmother his whole life, and he still didn’t know what to make of her. Sure, his mom and dad constantly contradicted her or told him she was wrong, but Yakko wasn’t sure. A lot of what his grandmother said made sense: a good king should be focused on expanding his knowledge and on his people, not on frivolities like playing with toys or with his little brother. It just made sense.

But his parents said she was wrong but she didn’t seem wrong, but his parents were rarely wrong too, so it was just this confusing cycle of who was actually wrong about who. The most confusing case of wrongness was with his brother Wakko.

He liked Wakko plenty, he was fun and cute and stuff but– how to put this lightly…

The kid got on his nerves.

He didn’t talk much, though when he did it always seemed to be with him which was just great when he was trying to study. When he wasn’t talking he was making nonsensical little sounds which irked and distracted him and just– he was loud and crashed into things, and often ate snacks he specifically set aside so he could have later, and frankly, he just had it up to here with him sometimes.

His parents told him to be patient, Wakko was just three after all, but it was… a lot.

Speaking of his brother…

“Yakko! Which is cooler? Red or blue?” Wakko shoved his toy soldier’s into his brother’s face. Yakko rolled his eyes.

“Wakko, I don’t care,” He scoffed. Wakko frowned.

“But how will you play then?” Wakko asked.

“Wakko, I don’t want to play, I have my lesson with Grandma soon,” Yakko said, turning the page in his book.

“So we should play nowwww,” Wakko whined, placing the toys on his book.

“Wakko, go away, I’m studying” Yakko huffed in annoyance, pushing the toys off of the book. Wakko sighed, taking back his toys, but instead of going away, he pulled out a chair and sat next to his brother.

“Whatcha readin’?” He asked.

“A book on the history of agriculture in Warnerstock,” Yakko stated, fighting his annoyance.

“Is it good?” Wakko asked with a head tilt. Yakko paused to think.

“Ehhhhh…. it’s…. okay?” He shrugged, though he knew the answer was no. Still, required reading was required reading, so he did what he was told.

Yakko tried to go back to his reading, but Wakko being Wakko it didn’t take long before he started getting bored and so started to mess with Yakko, first flicking his shirt sleeve, then swinging his feet so it kicked his legs, then standing up on his chair and peering over Yakko’s shoulder to try and look at what he was reading, which was the final straw for Yakko.

“Oh, would you look at that! I have to go,” Yakko slammed the book shut and stood, almost knocking over Wakko in the process.

“Can I come?” Wakko asked with a big toothy smile. Yakko rubbed his forehead. No matter what he did he just couldn’t shake him.

“You know Grandma doesn’t like it when you sit in,” Yakko said, standing up and heading out of the study. Wakko followed anyway.

“I can be good this time! Promise!” He said. Yakko shook his head.

“Go to your room, Wak, I’m sure mom or dad would love to play with you instead,” Yakko waved him off.

“Pretty please? I swear I’ll be quiet,” Wakko pleaded. Yakko did his best to keep his eyes forward, but made the fatal flaw of making split-second eye contact with his younger brother, and saw the puppy dog eyes nobody with a soul could refuse, despite Yakko’s attempts to train himself otherwise.

“Fine,” Yakko sighed. “Just… sit in the corner and be sure to be extra, extra quiet,” He said. Wakko cheered and ran ahead of Yakko in his excitement to their grandmother’s private study. Yakko eventually made it, and knocked on the door.

“Yakko, you’re early today,” Angelina the First opened the door. Immediately her eyes went to Wakko.

“What is he doing here?” She asked. Wakko stepped behind his brother.

“He just wants to sit in the corner. He’s promised me he’ll be quiet,” Yakko said.

“Is this true?” The old queen looked at her youngest grandson. Wakko nodded. She rolled her eyes.

“If I ask you a question, you are to respond, understand?” She glared at him. Wakko gulped.

“Y-yes, grandmum,” He said. The queen rolled her eyes and stepped aside, letting the brothers enter.

Yakko took his seat at the center table, and Wakko sat in the corner, next to a bunch of dusty books that most certainly wouldn’t pique his interest unless he liked centuries old almanacs. Yakko just hoped he could actually keep his promise.

“Now where were we… ah yes, etiquette,” Angelina the First found the book she was looking for and opened it.

“A good gentleman always holds the door open for a lady, why is this?” She asked Yakko.

“Because their dresses can be too big for them to get it themselves,” Yakko said. The queen nodded.

“That stupid, why don’t they just fix the dresses?” Wakko whispered to himself, tracing the books with his finger, giggling as the dust got on his hands.

“Excuse me?” Angelina glared at him. Wakko immediately realized his mistake.

“M’sorry,” He apologized and immediately looked at the floor in shame. Angelina huffed but decided to move on with the lesson anyway.

Angelina the First continued to quiz Yakko on his knowledge of etiquette, and of which he aced, and to Yakko’s surprise Wakko was actually behaving himself back there, seeming to have found an old atlas and enjoying looking at all the sea monsters. She then regaled tales of Warnerstocks history, most of it being boring but a few were… less boring here and there. Yakko did his best to pay attention anyway. History was probably the most interesting subject he was taught, he loved learning all the different countries' names and how they changed with time.

However, towards the end of the lesson, Angelina started talking about foolishness again, and once more used the comparison of his mother versus his father, which Yakko was used to but not entirely fond of.

Who was not used to this was Wakko, who gasped.

“That’s mean! Daddoo is nice and kind! He’s not dirty!” Wakko protested, causing Angelina’s eyes to shoot at him.

“Excuse me, young man, you have no right to talk to me like that,” Angelina set down the chalk loudly.

“Grandma, he doesn’t know–he’s just three-”

“No! I do! That’s mean!” Wakko stood on his chair. “Daddoo and Mummy are good! You’re the meany-head!”

“Wakkorotti Alan Warner, know your place,” She warned, slipping her gloves off already.

“Grandma he doesn’t mean– he doesn’t know–” Yakko tried to plead.

“I’ll give you one more chance, Wakkorotti. Take back what you said, or else,” She glared, now standing in front of the toddler.

Wakko thought about it, his tail tucked between his legs. However, Wakko still held onto his stupid, stupid pride and said, “No! You’re a dumb meanie head!”

Before Yakko could try to do more damage control, Angelina struck him across the face with the back of her hand with such force that he went flying into the shelf, causing it to rock a dangerous amount.

“Wakko!” Yakko jumped out of his seat and ran to his little brother, but Angelina I held out her arm.

“Leave him there, he needs to learn,” She spat, but Yakko felt much, much too angry to be smart and so just as fast as she had struck his brother, he bit her arm, and hard.

“Ow! You horrible, horrible child!” Angelina jumped back. Yakko didn’t care, immediately running to Wakko.

“Wakko? Are you okay?” He asked, panicking because Wakko was barely conscious.

“M’head hurts,” he mumbled, sitting up. That was kinda good at least…

“You’ll be punished for this you insolent brat,” Angelina grabbed Yakko’s shoulder and Yakko gnashed his teeth again. The queen wisely stepped back.

“C’mon Wak, let’s get you fixed up,” Yakko said, helping him up.

“Rabid sons of a bastard,” The old queen muttered as they walked by, rubbing the bite marks that were on the verge of bleeding. It was far less than she deserved, so Yakko glared at her once more before leaving.

The brothers walked in silence as they headed off to the kitchen for ice, not knowing what to say about what had happened. Eventually, though, Wakko gave it a shot.

“I’m sorry I ruined your lesson, Yakko,” He apologized.

“It’s not your fault Wakko, she never should’ve hit you.”

“Grandma is a meanie,” He sniffled, rubbing his fresh bruise.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Yakko said and meant it.

In truth, as they were walking Yakko noticed how much of a jerk he was before. He brushed him off and for what? Stuffy lessons with a snappy old lady? Now he knew why his parents always contradicted her. They were probably trying to prevent something like this from ever happening, and he just…

Ignored it. Let her insult them for years– believed those insults for years.

Oh man… he had some serious apologizing to do…

“I’m sorry too, Wak,” He said. “I’ve been a meanie to you too.”

“S’okay. I forgive you,” Wakko smiled at Yakko, and Yakko cringed at the sight of his bruise, which was only increasing in size. Thankfully, they were almost at the kitchen by now.

After a short moment of silence, they eventually reached it and Yakko slowly opened the door before peering inside, and upon finding it empty, he opened the door all the way and him and Wakko got in and went towards the back where the icebox was.

“Yakko? Wakko? What are you two doing here?” Yakko froze when he heard his mother’s voice. He internally facepalmed, realizing he forgot the spice racks blocked the view of the other half of the kitchen from the door.

“Mummy!” Wakko ran to her and she and William gasped.

“Wakko, honey, what happened to your face?” She asked as he hugged her leg.

“Grandmummy got mad and-”

“Your grandmother did this to you?!” Lena asked, a mix of concern and rage in her voice.

“Lena…” William warned, placing a soft hand on her shoulder. Lena huffed and crossed her arms.

“What happened?” William asked Yakko.

“Well Wakko wanted to sit in during my lesson with her, and when she started kind of… insulting you, he got really mad and insulted her and so…” Yakko kicked the ground.

“Oh, I’ll kill her,” Angelina growled, looking at the door.

“Lena, deep breaths,” William reminded, though he looked angry too. Their mother obeyed, though still obviously very upset.

“I’m so sorry Wakko, baby. Here- let’s get some ice on that bruise,” She said, with a soft smile, taking Wakko’s hand and taking him to the icebox.

“Is that the full story?” William asked. Yakko nodded.

“She kept comparing how she’s all powerful and contained and orderly whereas you were poor and a nobody and are messy and weak and stuff like that… she’s done that for awhile, actually,” Yakko looked at the ground.

“I see,” William sighed.

“I-it’s not true though, I-i know that! You’re the best dad in the world,” Yakko assured his father, who laughed a little.

“Thank you, Yakko, I appreciate it,” he gave his son a hug, who was very glad to return it.

He was such an idiot.

“Oh– there is, um… one more thing,” Yakko admitted, breaking the hug.

“Oh? And what’s that?” William asked.

“…I bit her,” he whispered. William blinked.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” His father asked, not quite sure if he heard it right.

“I bit her, after she hit Wakko and he fell, I bit her, right in the arm,” Yakko confessed. “It might’ve made her bleed if I’m honest.

William thought about that for a moment.

“Everything alright?” Lena asked, reentering with Wakko, who now had a bag of ice in his hand.

“Yakko bit your mother,” William explained and Lena gasped.

“Are you alright?” She asked him, examining him up and down with fear. Yakko nodded.

“After she hit Wakko I wanted to check on him but she wouldn’t let me so I bit her,” He explained. Lena sighed a breath of relief.

“That’s good dear… just… don't do that again or else you’ll get seriously hurt too. We don’t want to make this a pattern, now do we?” She asked. The boys both shook their heads.

“Smart boys,” she bent down and gave both of them a tight hug. “Now go play. Your father and I will have to have a long discussion with your grandmother later,” She said, looking back at William.

“Yay! Let’s go!” Wakko pulled on his brother’s arm, dragging him out of the kitchen.

As the door was closing though, he heard his mother laugh and say, “Why didn’t I ever think of biting her?” before it closed and they were officially out of earshot.

Eventually, they made it back to the playroom, and Wakko immediately grabbed his toys and began playing with them, while Yakko bit his lip, unsure of what to do. It felt like forever since he played with dolls and toy soldiers, did he even know how to? Did Wakko even want him to play anymore?

Wakko seemed hesitant too, as when he noticed his brother’s awkward standing, he stopped and looked at him.

“Do you… wanna play with me?” He asked. Yakko nodded.

“I do,” he said. Wakko smiled and handed him a prince doll.

And so, for the rest of the afternoon, the two brothers played game after game, weaving intricate stories all of their own with brave princes, dragons, daring fights, and evil queens they slew together, always having each other’s back no matter what.

And it was true, from that moment on, Yakko swore to always have his brother’s back, and more importantly, to never become what his grandmother wanted of him. She could rot for all he cared, he’d never let anyone hurt his little sib ever again,

That, he promised.

#animaniacs #wakkos wish #angelina 1 lives au #my fics #queen angelina i #yakko warner #wakko warner #sir william the good #lena warner #tw abuse

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matt-erialgirl · 2 years

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I know your super busy rn so take time for yourself but when you have time could you possibly do prompts 38 and 36 with Matt Murdock x reader? Take care of yourself and thank you!

This ask is like a month old and I apologise but it's ready nowwww - thank you for being so patient with me dlfkhjdksvl

#38 trailing kisses from your lover's lips to their neck + #36 stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

You couldn’t believe he convinced you to come here for the holidays.

Here, of all places.

Your parents’ home.

“Happy, Murdock?” You asked with a grunt, dropping your bag to the floor with a thud before shutting the door to your childhood bedroom behind you.

He was excited; a toothy smile almost split his face in half. He had told you time and time again that he wanted to meet your parents and what better time to do it than Christmas time? Your mother had already befriended him over the phone, so they had clicked immediately upon yours and Matt’s arrival at your family home. You could tell that your dad was skeptical, but he seemed to take a liking to your charming lawyer boyfriend.

Who wouldn’t?

You couldn’t stop yourself from admiring the way he looked at home among all your things, his tousled auburn hair and red-lensed glasses catching the sunlight streaming in from between the sheer curtains on your window. The pastel blue wall paper contrasting so well against his dark jacket. Your heart swelled in your chest every time you realised that he was yours to love, hold and kiss.

“They were so happy to see you,” Matt cooed, dropping his bag too and pulling you to him by the waist, “I could hear it in their hearts. They’d missed you.”

“You know I missed them too, but,” you told him sincerely, your fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt as you averted your eyes from his, “I get worried. What if you don’t get along with my dad? What if something comes up in conversation that upsets you or them. I feel like I’m under a lot of pressure. And you being so calm and casual about it is freaking me out.”

“Don’t worry,” Matt whispered encouragingly, his hands coming up to rest on your cheeks.

“Everything,” he continued, placing a soft kiss against your parted lips, “will be,” another kiss, “just fine,” a third kiss.

“But-“ you mumbled against his lips before he shushed you gently, his lips moulding with yours as he pushed his hands into your hair, eliciting a quiet groan from you at the feeling of his fingers against your scalp.

Your eyes drifted shut, your focus entirely on Matt and his touch. You let your body melt against his as he kissed you, breathing him in and getting lost in the feeling of his beating heart under the palm of your hand.

His kisses grew more aggressive as his fingers knotted into the roots of your hair, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip and bruising it just enough to make you whimper against his mouth before pushing his tongue into your mouth greedily. He wanted to drown himself in you and you wanted nothing more, but your surroundings came to the forefront of your mind.

“Mmm, that’s enough,” you whispered, breaking the kiss and pulling back enough to look at his blinding smile, your heart fluttering in your chest at the sight of his flushed cheeks and swollen pouty lips, “my parents are downstairs. And if you keep kissing me like this, I won’t be able to stop myself from tearing your clothes off, Murdock.”

“You want to tell me,” Matt started, leaning his forehead against yours, his hands sliding out of your hair and down to rest against your lower back, “that you’ve never sneaked anyone in here?”

“No,” you told him sheepishly, your cheeks burning at his question, “I was too scared to.”

“Well, then,” Matt said cheekily, his grin growing wider as he started planting small kisses across your jaw and down your neck, “I’d love to be the first and only boy you sneak into your room.”

“I promise I’ll be quiet, baby,” he teased against your skin, eliciting a short airy giggle from you.

#Matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #daredevil fic #matt murdock fic #heidi things #Daredevil x you #daredevil x reader

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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Deep End - Three

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Manipulation, Anxiety

Word Count: 2.6K

A/n: Part three nowwww. I hope you guys enjoy!!! I’m not sure how often I’ll be posting but I hope it’s more frequently than im doing now. Anywho, here you go, and I hope you all have a great night!

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

~*~

The record player in the corner of the spare bedroom plays softly, the soothing voice of Billie Holiday filling your ears as your eyes skim over the room, lips pursed.

Although it isn’t ideal, having a project does make the time go by faster.

Just as you’re deciding where you want the crib to go, soft feet pad into the room, Sarah’s arms coming up to your leg.

“Mommy, why are you in here?” You glance down at her, one hand coming to ruffle her hair.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” She frowns, looking up at you. “Then why are you in here?”

You raise your eyebrows, a smile growing on your face at her sass.

“You ask a lot of questions, don’t you, missy?” She nods, putting her hands on her hips proudly.

“Yes, I do.” You roll your eyes, grabbing her hand and ushering her out of the room and down the stairs.

“C’mon. Let’s get you a snack.” Her mind is instantly occupied by what she wants to eat and as you’re rummaging around in the pantry, she’s climbing up onto the barstool.

“Your father should be home in a few hours, then maybe you can convince him to order pizza, just until we go grocery shopping.” You look at the nearly empty pantry with your lips pursed, grabbing some crackers and shaking them onto a plate for you and her to share.

“Why did we move out here with daddy?” She asks, making you freeze for a moment. You flounder for an answer but she shoots out another question, saving you from coming up with an excuse.

“Why didn’t you tell me that daddy was coming to pick us up?” That one you’ve thought about.

“I don’t know, honey. I guess it just never came up. And I didn’t know if or when he would come home from work.” She nods, taking a cracker and chewing it thoughtfully, swallowing before asking another question.

“Why do you look sad whenever daddy’s around?” That one catches you off guard even more than the first one did, and you cough twice, trying to gather your thoughts.

“I-I’m not sad, baby. I’m just trying to get used to living with him again, that’s all.” She hums, seemingly pleased with the answer.

A few minutes of silent eating go by before you find yourself wanting to ask her something.

“Sarah,” you begin, waiting until she looks up at you to continue.

When her sparkling blue eyes meet yours, you lower your voice slightly.

“Do you like living here with your dad?” Her face lights up and you have your answer before she speaks.

“I do! I really like living here and Morgan’s my best friend and I’m happy to have daddy back! And I like that we get to see Aunty Nat more and I like Uncle Bucky too!” You nod slowly, pursing your lips.

“So do you want to stay here, then?” She nods eagerly, a smile on her face.

“I really do! I love it here! I’m so happy daddy came to pick us up!” You let out a shaky breath and nod, your one chance at leaving being crushed.

Steve treats his daughter right and she’s happy here. You can’t very well take away her happiness and replace it with longing and instability. Not when she’s been your pillar during those four years away from Him.

She deserves some semblance of peace. And you’re willing to sacrifice yours if it means that she can get hers.

~*~

“Daddy!” Sarah runs to the front door and intercepts her father as soon as she can see him, jumping up into his arms excitedly.

“Hi, baby!” He hugs her tightly, transferring her to one arm effortlessly and walking into the house.

“How was your day at school?” He asks, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“It was good! Can we get pizza for dinner?” He raises his brows, eyes fluttering around the house in search of you.

“Well, we’re gonna have to ask your mom about that, okay?” She nods, shimmying out of his grip and up the stairs.

He sets his work bag down on the counter, following the little blond girl up the stairs and smiling when he sees you in the spare bedroom, a look of concentration on your face and a pretty blue dress on your figure.

“Hi, honey,” he whispers, his arms wrapping around your frame.

“Hi,” you murmur, trying to remember the measurements of the dresser as you inspect the bedroom.

“Pizza!” Sarah exclaims, tugging on the bottom of your dress.

“Oh yeah.” You turn around to face Steve, eyes meeting his for a brief moment before falling to his shoulder.

“Could we order pizza tonight? W-we don’t have much for groceries but I can make a list and we could pick some up tomorrow morning? I just- it’s Friday and b-before...” you take a deep breath, fighting tears as memories of life before start to fill your mind.

“Hey, Sarah? Could you do me a favour please, princess?” Steve glances down at his daughter, sensing that this may be a conversation best had in privacy.

“Yes, daddy?”

“Could you go downstairs and see if there are any snacks that we have that you want? Or any that you want us to buy for you?” She nods eagerly, running out of the room and down the stairs, leaving you alone with her father.

You take another deep breath then explain yourself in depth.

“Friday’s used to be pizza night for her and me. We’d order pizza and watch a movie. Nat or... or my dad would come over too but... we haven’t had a pizza night since coming here and I think it would bring her more comfort and more normality.” He eyes you for a moment.

“It would bring her that or you that?” You swallow hard, eyes cast down to the floor.

“Either answer is valid, darling. I want you to be happy here and if we need to make pizza Friday’s a thing, then we’ll make them a thing. I just want the two of you to be happy and healthy, okay?” You sniffle then nod, your bottom lip wobbling as anxiety courses through your veins.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” You squeeze your eyes shut as a tear slides down your cheek.

“I-I’m scared,” you whisper, terrified to confess this but knowing he won’t do anything with Sarah so close by.

“Of what?” He asks gently, trying to coax it out of you.

“Of you.” His fingers stop their tracing on your waist and he stiffens.

“I-I don’t want you to hurt me. And I know I can’t leave. I can’t run b-because I tried once and you found me. And Sarah loves it here and I don’t want to deprive her of that, of you, but I’m so terrified of you.” He’s quiet for a long moment before wrapping you up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Thank you for telling me,” he whispers. He’s not angry like you thought he’d be. No, he’s supportive and gentle, and you feel more tears fall from your eyes.

“I’m not going to hurt you, okay? Not like I did before. I love you, (Y/n). And I need you. Sarah needs you. I’d never...” He trails off, swallowing hard and shaking his head.

“You’re mine. I want you to do things a certain way, yes, but I’m not going to hurt you the way that I did before, okay? As long as you stay here and you behave. You've done pretty well so far, but I know it’s gonna take time. I just hope that when the baby comes you don't go back to your old ways.” His hand finds your tummy, rubbing gently.

“I’m all alone during the day, Steve. I don’t have any friends o-or any family. You’ve got me locked in this big house all day and I can’t even access the cutlery. It’s hard not to feel like a prisoner when you treat me like one.” Anger flashes across his features for a moment and you tug away from him.

“Just like it’s gonna take you some time to trust me again, it’s gonna take me time to trust you. You’ve hurt me before, (Y/n). A lot. I told you that I won’t treat you the way I did at first and I mean that, but if you even try to take my daughter from me, I’ll stop you. I’ll use whatever force necessary.” You swallow hard and nod, your fingers trembling.

“Now, you go make a list with Sarah while I shower. When I’m finished we’ll order pizza and watch a movie, okay?” You nod again, this one more reluctant.

You go to move past him but his hand grips your wrist, halting you.

“I love you, (Y/n). And I’ll do anything to keep you in my life. But you know that already, don’t you?” You glance over at him, the fire in his eyes making your heart race in your chest.

“Mommy! Is applesauce in the fridge?” Sarah’s voice saves you from having to answer, and you hurry down the stairs.

Steve stands in the spare bedroom, thoughts filling his mind, a deep voice whispering that you need to be punished.

He shakes the thought from his mind and walks to his bedroom, ready to take a shower then relax with his family.

~*~

Beauty and the Beast plays softly on the TV, two almost empty pizza boxes are on the coffee table and the three of you are on the couch.

You’re curled up against his side, if only to be able to watch as your daughter sleeps peacefully in his lap, her mouth open and soft snores falling from her lips.

You’re not sure what comes over you, whether it be fear from your conversation earlier or you wanting to get on his good side, but you speak.

“She says she loves being here, living with you and going to school with Morgan,” you whisper, your eyes trained on your daughter as Steve looks over at you.

“She uh, she wants to stay, more than anything in the world. And even if I had the option, I don’t think I’d take her from here. I... I couldn’t do something like that to her.” Your eyes slowly meet Steve’s and he smiles softly, understanding the meaning behind your words.

You wouldn’t leave him even if you could.

“I’m glad. I love having you both here. Everything’s been so much better since you guys have been back in my life.” You take a deep breath then turn back to the tv, leaning your head against his shoulder slowly.

His arm winds around your figure, hugging you closer to him with a smile.

“It’s all going to be okay, honey. I promise. Everything will be okay.”

~*~

The weeks pass in a blur of dresses, cooking, and reading.

Every day is so much the same that it’s become painful. You’d kill for a new book, a job, fuck, even a better project than the one you have now.

“Well why don’t you order the furniture?” Steve asks when you bring it up to him one Sunday morning.

“I... I don't wanna order anything until we know for sure that I’m pregnant.”

He knows that if you aren’t pregnant already, you will be within a few days. The fertility pills he’s been giving you should’ve already taken effect, but if not he’s more than willing to keep trying for a baby.

“And I don’t wanna pick out colours or anything yet, and if we get the furniture now we’re just gonna have to move it when we paint the room, so it seems like the least logical thing to do,” you explain, fingers twisting around your mug of tea.

“I think it’s prime time to start planting. You could start a little garden out back? Give you something to take care of and whatnot,” he suggests, watching as you purse your lips.

It would be nice to have fresh vegetables and flowers. And getting dirty’s never really bothered you.

“Alright. But I don’t know what grows well out here. Back... where we were before, we could grow lots of things. I don’t know what flourishes out here.” He walks around the kitchen island and takes your hand, leading you to the couch.

“We’ll look it up, and then I’ll grab some seed and you can start the garden tomorrow. How’s that sound?” You nod, sitting down beside him.

“Could you maybe pick up some books on gardening too? I’m not the best and I want this to turn out well.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Of course, anything for you, honey.”

True to his word, Steve provides you with seeds, gardening supplies, and multiple books on gardening.

You start your garden the very next day, spending hours outside in the sun, trying to get your little garden to look like the ones in the pictures.

It takes all week to get it going properly, but you’re proud of your work, bringing Sarah out after school on friday and showing her all the different plants that will grow.

Now you’re sitting at the dining room table, soft music playing while your fingers fidget anxiously and your mind flutters to your daughter.

“She’s alright, darling. Tony and Pepper will take good care of her, I promise. And they know to call at the first sign of trouble.” You take a deep breath and nod, pushing the food on your plate around with your fork as anxiety courses through you.

It’s your baby girl’s first sleepover.

“I just... I’ve never really been away from her. Every night we read a bedtime story and she gives me a hug and two kisses goodnight. What if she has a nightmare, Steve? W-what if she wakes up and she’s scared because she doesn’t know where she is o-or where we are? What if-”

“Honey,” he cuts you off, a gentle smile on his face.

“It’s going to be okay, I promise. This is just as good for you as it is for her. You’ve got separation anxiety. But it’s all gonna be okay, I promise.” You take a couple more deep breaths, fighting tears.

You miss your daughter.

“Stand up,” Steve orders.

Your eyes flash up to him, nervous for a completely new reason now as you slowly rise to your feet.

He walks around the table, eyes unreadable until he stands in front of you.

The record player whispers Paul Anka, and for a moment that’s all you can hear is the sound of his voice singing out softly.

Steve takes one of your hands gently in his, the other hand finding your waist and tugging you softly against his body.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs. It’s not a command like you thought it would be, no. It’s a request.

A hardly whispered plea for you to dance with him, and you don’t have it in you to deny him.

You’re tense as you nod your agreement, shoulders tight and back stiff as he slowly starts to sway the two of you to the music.

His hand is so gentle on the small of your back, holding you so tenderly that you can’t help but relax in his hold, your tense muscles loosening up.

You slowly lean your head against his chest, closing your eyes and basking in the comfort of being held so softly by him.

He lets out a small breath of relief, a smile tugging at his lips as he hugs you even closer to his body, lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before his chin rests atop it, his own eyes fluttering closed.

He leads the dance, and for a beautifully perfect moment, you feel comfortable and at home in his arms.

#Steve Rogers x reader #dark Steve Rogers x reader #steve x reader dark fic #Steve rogers x reader dark fic #bucky x reader #Steve rogers x reader Dark!fic #stucky x reader dark fic #Steve Rogers/reader dark fic #Steve Rogers/reader #Steve Rogers/you #dark fic #tw dark themes

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outerspaceboy · 3 years

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neurodivergent y/n not understanding hw (pt. 2)

character (s): kirishima ejirou, denki kaminari, sero hanta

notes: (Y/N = your name) gender neutral reader

style: fluff, comfort, soft, x reader (this is my first post, sorry if it’s messy!)

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kirishima ejirou

- kiri tends to help you with your homework a lot

- not that you’d asked, he just tags along like a a golden retriever because he enjoys hanging out with you

- (even if it’s just sitting beside you while you work and he argues with sero over the phone)

- you were studying for a big grade, and kiri just followed you as always

- you two went to your house and you started studying

- he sat on your carpet playing some mobile game , you on your bed with all of the books open

- just as you were starting to go over the material, you realized you could NOT understand at-fucking-all

- the sentences just looked like individual words- not sentences- nothing was making sense- you had to wonder if you’d even learned any of this over the year

- you began tapping your foot anxiously and biting at your nails, and finally spoke up

- “hey,, could you help me out..”

- you’d mumble, almost embarrassed. you’ve heard your classmates talk about how easy this stuff was, after all- and you were struggling with it

- the redhead looked up quickly from his phone and sat in front of you. “yea what’s up y/n?”

- you pointed at the workbook in shame, biting the inside of your cheek. “i cant.. get it.”

- it took him a minute- but he understood what you meant

- kiri sat up on the bed beside you and took the material in his hands. “i’ll help out!”

- “it’s not annoying..?” you fretted.

- “nah! it’s the manly thing to do” he laughs slightly and pats your head. “i got you, y/n”

- he helped you understand the work (but he couldn’t help much with solving it- he’s failing that class after all- but he tries !)

denki kaminari

- ohhhh boy

- he’s probably the most understanding about this

- you two had decided to study at his house , but only as an excuse to hang out

- instead, after you two,, well,, realized you’d fail the semester if you didn’t study- you ended up studying

- you both stared in silence at the study guide

- the words were starting to blur, your memory was all jumbled, and you could feel your face heating up with tension

- you were extremely lost

- somehow kami was managing a bit better than you, scribbling a few notes every so often and working through practice problems- this was his best subject after all

- you didn’t even have to say something for him to notice your stress

- “hey, y/n , you okay?” hed sit up and turn to you, frowning.

- you’d look away and shake your head, not wanting to tell him. would he call you stupid too?

- but hey, this is kami we’re talking about

- he waved his hands around obnoxiously , pouting that you were ignoring him. “OII, y/n!! cmon, i can help! if um- if you told me what was wrong.. but! but not if you aren’t comfortable or something i do-“

- you shut him up by throwing his pillow at his face point blank

- "i cant understand the shitty homework"

- he mouthed a big , 'ohhhhh' and quickly plastered on a gentle smile

- kami pointed excitedly to his notes (hed never gotten to explain homework to someone, it made him feel useful)

- "honestly- if it werent for my spectacular skills in this particular subject,," hed wink sheepishly. "id be lost too. but youre in LUCK y/n" ;)

- youd laugh slightly and shove his shoulder "okay yeah, just help me "

- the rest of the study time, he tried to make you laugh as much as possible to relax you

- he made damn well sure you werent ashamed for needing help- if yiu so much as called yourself stupid, hed give you a whole dumbass lecture

- it was oddly comforting-

- overall, you both ended up barely passing that test- but he didnt care so long as you were okay :)

sero hanta

- you’d been alone in the classroom for a good 20 minutes now, staying to study

- you were just about getting sick of studying

- frustrated riled up inside of you as the material got more difficult to understand- it was all starting to slip right past your brain

- angry at yourself for being so stupid, you snapped your pencil in half and slumped onto your desk, laying your head down

- that’s when sero walked in, backpack and all (he’s here for detention,, he definitely did not tape mineta to the ceiling and forget about him for 6 hours..)

- “woah, y/n, what’s wrong?” he kneeled beside your desk and gazed at you with concern

- you didn’t look up at him and just huffed

- he took a glance at your homework and ruffles your hair “trouble with the homework?”

- you lifted your head slightly and kept your eyes on your broken pencil. “yea.”

- “aw, hey that’s alright” he handed you one of his pencils and pulled up another chair to your desk. “this happens to my sister a lot, i can help if you need?”

- your face burned in embarrassment and you shrugged

- “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know?” he smiles at you kindly. “your brain is just wired different, nothing wrong with that”

- you felt your muscles relax a bit and you smiled back “thanks sero.”

- “no problem ! nowwww, where are weee,,” he scanned the page and found where you’d left off

- he stayed with you until you were ready, and then had to serve his detention time

- it was an honorable way to go down , you figured 😪

#kaminari fluff #sero headcanons #kirishima x y/n #mha hcs #mha x reader #x reader #fluff #comfort #neurodivergent

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adorabowl7 · 4 years

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Happy Birthday Catra 🎉

A/N: This post is dedicated to Catra. This is her first birthday surrounded by the people she loves. No war, no abuse, no manipulation, etc. So I decided to write a fic on how her first bday would be like. Since I figured she’d never have a birthday celebration. I’m sorry i suck at writing so this is really gonna be a mess. Happy Birthday Cat Girl!

Catra had never celebrated her birthday.

She didn’t even think about celebrating her birthday amidst a war.

So when the war was over and she came to Brightmoon, she never expected her friends to surprise her.

While Catra was with Perfuma meditating, Adora, Bow, and Glimmer were panicking.

They were rushing to set everything up for Catra’s surprise birthday party.

It HAD to be perfect. It was her first birthday party without the stress of being in a war. Her first birthday party surrounded by her friends, people who genuinely loved her.

“BOW! PUT THE BANNER UP!” Adora yelled. You could definitely tell she was panicking.

“I’M TRYING!” Bow screeched.

Glimmer was laughing at the two while she was setting up the food table.

Meanwhile Scorpia was making a huge birthday card for Catra. Everyone had to sign it.

“CATRA AND PERFUMA ARE GOING TO BE HERE ANY MINUTE!” Adora panicked.

“YEAH. I THINK I KNOW THAT.” Bow replied, also panicking.

“Guys....calm down. Everything looks fine. Go get ready, I’ll fix the rest of the stuff.” Glimmer said.

Truth is, that Glimmer was panicking too. But not like how Bow and Adora were. She knew that this was Catra’s first birthday party. It had to be amazing. She needed to experience an amazing birthday party. Catra was a new recruit of the Rebellion after all. Back in the Horde, there definitely weren’t any parties.

Just look at how Adora reacted the first time she saw people celebrating. You could say she was shook.

Well....Catra had to be even more shook.

“GLIMMER! PERFUMA SAID SHE’S GONNA BE HERE IN 10 MINUTES!” Adora exclaimed, peeking her head into the party room.

“Oh alright! Are you guys ready?” Glimmer asked.

“Yeah, but Bow is having trouble with his party costume. I don’t know how to help him put a broccoli costume on.” Adora said.

“He’s doing WHAT?” Glimmer exclaimed. “He’s not supposed to be wearing a BROCCOLI costume! What happened to that cute suit I bought him?”

“Well...Melog kinda chewed it up.” Adora said sheepishly.

Glimmer sighed, “Ugh alright. Finish setting up the plates while I go help Bow.”

Adora nodded and went on to set up the plates.

“So um... when’s the cat girl coming?” Mermista asked, mild annoyance vivid in her tone.

“She’s gonna be here in 10 minutes. Oh man we aren’t ready.” Adora groaned.

“Well the party looks kinda nice.” Mermista replied.

Adora shrugged, “I dont’ know, I feel like I could have planned this better. This is Catra’s first birthday party after all.”

“Well I’m sure she’ll like it.” Mermista reassured Adora before walking away.

Adora sighed and finished setting up the dishes.

----------------------Time Skip to when Catra and Perfuma arrive----------------------

Catra and Perfuma were right behind the door.

Meanwhile, Adora, Glimmer, Bow, Scorpia, Entrapta, Mermista, Frosta, Spinnerella, and Netossa were hiding behind a table.

They had the lights turned off.

They were ready to show Catra what a real birthday party is like.

Perfuma slowly opens the door for Catra to step in.

Catra was very confused.

Why was the room dark? Wasn’t there supposed to be a meeting here today? Where is everyone?

As Catra walked a few steps into the room, the lights suddenly turned on, followed by confetti, glitter, and people jumping out from behind a table, screaming surprise.

Catra was mortified. She yelped and jumped back. What kind of a sick joke was this?

Once her eyes adjusted to the bright room, she saw that all her friends were standing behind a table...with cake on it?

“Happy Birthday Catra!” Everyone cheered in unison.

Catra realized what was happening. Today was her birthday wasn’t it? And her friends were throwing her a birthday party?

Catra teared up and a huge smiled formed on her face. Bow, Glimmer, and Adora walked towards Catra and gave her a big hug.

Catra sniffled and hugged them back.

“You...You threw me a birthday party...” Catra said, still in disbelief.

“Yeah Catra...why wouldn’t we? You’re our friend.” Bow said.

Catra smiled at Bow but her face then turned into confusion.

“Bow.....why are you wearing a broccoli costume?” Catra asked.

“I...It’s a long story.” Bow said sheepishly.

“I couldn’t convince him to take it off.” Glimmer sighed.

Catra’s gaze turned to Adora, only to be met with a warm smile.

“Thank you Adora...Thank you guys...” Catra said.

Glimmer and Bow guided Catra into the room to show her around.

Meanwhile Catra was on the verge of tears, seeing how much effort her friends put into this party for her.

“Come here we’re gonna cut the cake!” Adora said, dragging Catra to stand behind her birthday cake placed on a table.

Catra’s pupils widened when she saw the cake. The cake was gorgeous. It was obvious that Brightmoon’s best bakers had made this cake. Catra was at a loss for words.

“Everyone on 3...2..1..” Glimmer said before everyone began singing happy birthday.

Catra was caught off guard. This was pretty awkward for her. Being at the center of attention and all... But when she looked around the room and saw all her friends smiling at her and singing her happy birthday...she nearly broke down on the spot.

She never thought that she would feel worthy and loved again.

After the singing was done, everyone looked at Catra expectantly.

What was she supposed to do now?

Adora appeared by her side and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Make a wish and blow the candles out.” Adora said.

Catra smiled and then made a wish quietly, then blew out the candles. Everyone cheered and clapped.

Adora grabbed a knife off the table and handed it to Catra. “You can cut your cake now.”

Catra wearily grabbed the knife from Adora’s hands and positioned it. She sliced the cake, only to see a badly drawn drawing of her face printed on the inside of the cake.

Adora chuckled at Catra’s reaction. “That’s how I drew you when I was 7, remember?”

Catra laughed, “Well I guess I have to eat a picture of my face now.”

Glimmer came over and took the cake slice out and put it on a plate.

“Enjoy the cake Catra!” Glimmer said happily, shoving the plate into her hands.

Catra looked and it and smiled. She then looked up at everyone. “Thank you guys so much. It means so much to me that you spent time preparing this party for me. Especially after I’ve tried to kill you guys...many times.”

Then all of a sudden, Catra’s face aggressively got hit with cake by Adora. Everyone laughed. Catra was shook for a second, then began laughing.

“You guys have some weird birthday traditions.” Catra said.

Adora was still laughing while she brought a cloth up to Catra’s face, wiping off the cake.

“You’re so stupid. You shove cake into my face, then wipe it off?” Catra exclaimed playfully.

“ALRIGHT EVERYONE! TIME TO EXCHANGE GIFTS!” Glimmer screamed.

Catra winced at the shrill sound of Glimmer’s scream then followed her.

They were going to give her gifts now? After she literally ruined their lives temporarily? Wow they’re such nice people

Everyone sat down in a circle on the ground. Catra had refused to sit on the fancy chair.

“Ok first person....Scorpia!” Glimmer called out.

Scorpia got up and handed Catra a gift box. “Happy Birthday, wildcat. You deserve the world.”

Catra smiled contently, “Scorpia....thank you so much.”

Scorpia smiled in reply and nodded her head. She went and sat back down in her spot.

“Next....Entrapta!”

Entrapta got up from her spot and handed Catra a gift bag. “Happy Birthday Catra!” she exclaimed.

“Thank you Entrapta...” Catra said happily.

“Perfuma!”

Perfuma stood up and handed her a tiny box. “It’s a small gift, but it’s worth a lot.”

“Thank you so much, Perfuma.”

“Frosta!”

Frosta stood up and handed her a mini ice statue. “It’s you and Adora.” She said blankly.

Catra had always been terrified of Frosta, but this just melted her heart.

“Thank you, Frosta.”

“YO MERMISTA!”

Mermista groaned and got up. She handed Catra a medium sized gift box while averting her gaze from her.

Catra slowly grabbed the gift. Thank you Mermista....and sorry for ruining your kingdom...”

“Ugh, it’s fine I guess. Happy Birthday, hope you enjoy your gift.” Mermista replied, with a hint of happiness in her tone.

“Spinnerella and Netossa!”

“We made you this sweater. We noticed that you get cold in some areas of this castle.” Spinnerella said as she handed Catra the gift.

Catra smiled, “Thank you guys.”

“Now me and Bow!” Glimmer exclaimed.

She handed Catra a flat gift box,” I got you a new outfit!” Bow then handed her a small gift bag, “It’s your favorite treat.

Catra took the gifts and smiled at the two, “I-I don’t know what to say...”

“It’s MY TURN NOWWWW!” Adora yelled.

“Adora shut up.” Catra said while covering her ears.

Adora turned around and looked at Catra. Catra raised a brow. “What are you doing?’ Catra asked.

“Well....I’m your gift!” Adora exclaimed.

Catra’s eyes widened, “Really? Yes!” Catra said as she tackled Adora.

Adora chuckled,” I’m just kidding, that’s not your only gift.” Adora reached into her back pocket and pulled out a mini box.

“It’s a necklace. It’s made for you.” Adora said.

Catra opened the mini box and teared up. She put the necklace on and looked back at Adora. “Thank you... so much.”

Adora smiled and got up from the ground. So did the others.

Catra turned to everyone, “I’m extremely thankful for all of you. Thank you so much for spending your time preparing a party for me. Thank you for giving me a second chance. And thank you for everything.”

Some people sniffed, some people smiled, and some people began crying over the cute words said by Catra,

“Now come on, we’re going to do one last thing for your birthday party.” Bow said.

“What is it? Where are we going?” Catra asked

“We’re going on a roadtrip. It’s a surprise. You’ll see.” Glimmer replied.

“Let’s go now. I’m sure you’ll like the surprise.” Adora said.

“Alright just don’t kill me.” Catra replied.

Adora chuckled, “Shut up, shrimp alfredo and let’s go have some fun now.”

Catra chuckled. She’s such a weirdo.

The best friend squad then said their goodbyes and thanks to all the guests, before leaving.

“Happy Birthday, Catra. “ Adora says to Catra gently as they’re walking,

“Thank you, Adora.”

A/N: AND THEY HAD A FUN DAY. THE END. AS THEY SHOULD 👏😼🎉

#catra fic #happy bday catra #she ra fic #fanfics #catra’s bday #she ra posts

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retrovirge · 4 years

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»Shimmering Wings«

This is a thing I wrote for ADHD, cause of a mental health challenge on amino. All of it is based on personal experience, as I have ADHD myself. :) I hope you enjoy!

Triggers - Brief mention of death, killing a dragon, a single blood mention

Word Count - 4331

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“Stop!”

The dragon turned around with a startled glance at the sudden word, a look of confusion spreading over his face. He raised an eyebrow at the person who shouted.

Roman sat on the bareback of a pristine white horse. He held a sword out, looking as threatening as he could while the horse galloped at full speed toward the dragon. “Release the prince, or you’ll face my wrath!” He declared confidently.

The dragon’s confused look turned to a smirk. “Oh... You want this fellow?” He lifted his hand, which was wrapped around the body of another male. The prince in distress, you could say. “Well, you’re not getting him back, so too bad!” The dragon laughed, swishing its large tail. “Feel free to try as much as you desire. Your attempts will be useless, anyway. Just face it. I’ve won. We’re already at my lair, you may as well let me go.”

A scoff was the response he got, a confident look forming on Roman’s face. “You humor me. But, no.” He clutched his shield and sword tightly, his eyes flickering with thrill. Adrenaline. The danger of the situation only making it so much more fun. “Over my dead body, you discount Maleficent.”

The dragon laughed. “Oh? Bring it on, then. Just be careful not to hurt your prince.” He grinned down at Roman.

Roman responded with a grin of his own, staring the dragon down before pulling the reigns on his horse briefly, letting out a battle cry as he charged forward. “Hyah!”

And so the battle began. Fire breathing. Swords. All fun and games for Roman. He loved battles like this.

”Swift Wind, go!” Roman exclaimed to his horse, who seemed to almost grin as he charged. Roman gave him a nod and pulled himself up to a crouch, diving off and rolling to his feet, taking a split second to recover before charging forward. He observed as the horse bucked up his back legs, pushing his hooves into the dragon’s stomach. Swift Wind was surprisingly strong, so the shock of the pain made the dragon let go of the prince, who screamed out in fear as he fell. His eyes squeezed shut, and he prepared for the impact of the ground...

“I’ve got you!” He heard a voice exclaim, and suddenly he had landed in someone’s arms. His eyes opened, and there was Roman, smiling cockily down at him. “Your knight in shining armour is here. Now what were your other two wishes?” He asked, laughing as the prince’s face went red.

“You... Saved me.” The prince spoke, eyes full of disbelief and admiration for Roman, who just grinned. “But of course.” He spoke gently. “You’re incredibly important, you know.” He winked at him.

The two stared at each other for a moment, beginning to lean in. Roman’s eyes fell closed, and he was about to touch lips with the prince...

When a roar from the still-furious dragon cut them off. The roar caused Roman to jump a little, his eyes flying open. “Oh, goodness- no time to celebrate yet!” He regained his composure, pushing his fingers into his mouth and letting out an ear piercing whistle. His faithful stallion came running over, and Roman quickly lifted the prince onto the bare back of the horse. “Take him home, Swift Wind!” He exclaimed. “But Roman, what about you??” The prince spoke, a look of worry forming on his face. “I’ll be alright, just go!” Roman exclaimed, watching as the horse let out a neigh, beginning to run off. “Roman, wait!” The prince exclaimed. But Roman paid no mind to it, running back to the dragon.

And so the battle continued. Roman kept fighting the dragon, the back and forth clashing of claws and swords going on for… Well, who knows how long? Roman didn’t stop until the dragon... Started to call his name?

“Roman! Roman! Roman, would you pay attention, please??”

What?

Roman’s head flicked up and his eyes met with the woman in front of him. The woman...

Oh, crap. The teacher.

Looking around, he realized that he was not a knight being a hero to a prince. He was a 7th grader with big dreams, confined to a classroom that kept him from chasing said dreams. He despised it, honestly.

But, he had to play nice if he wanted to get out of here. So he looked at the teacher, and asked in the most polite way he could muster up. “Yes, Ms. Malhumorada?”

“How many times have I had to warn you about paying attention??”

Roman bit down on his lip, letting out a small sigh. “Right... Sorry, miss. I’m not sure why I keep zoning out.” He said honestly, hoping she would try to understand a little.

“Oh- just pay attention, don’t try excuses with me! They won’t work.” The teacher scowled at him, sighing. “And- quit bouncing your leg. Students are telling me it’s distracting.”

Roman looked down, frowning confusedly. He hadn’t even realized his leg was bouncing, let alone how quickly it did so. “Sorry.” He said quietly.

Dang. School wasn’t treating him well today.

• • •

“Yeah! Yeah! AndthenafterIsawthebeetle, I-“

“Roman- slow down.”

Roman closed his mouth as his friend Virgil held his hands out, pushing them forward in a slow motion as if he was trying to calm a yipping animal. “I can’t understand you when you talk that fast, dude.” The emo said, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as Roman began going again. “Right, right- sorry- so- anyway- afterisawthatbeetleisaw-“

“Roman.”

The dreamer boy stopped again, pouting at Virgil. “What nowwww??” He asked, voice a whiny tone.

“You’re doin’ it again. You’re talkin’ too fast.” Virgil frowned. “Look- I don’t wanna be rude, but I don’t wanna spend my whole recess listenin’ to you repeat the same sentence over and over, so... M’just gonna go do somethin’ else.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Sorry, maybe you can text it to me later.” He said quietly, pushing past Roman and walking off before he could protest.

“...Oh. Alright... Then?” Roman frowned as he walked away, a small sigh escaping him. “...I wasn’t even talking that fast.” He mumbled, his mood deflating quickly as Virgil went to go talk with his other friends.

Roman wandered the playground, looking at all the kids playing and laughing and talking. They all seemed ‘normal’. Whatever normal was. He wasn’t sure what that word meant anymore. But he certainly didn’t like it. Not one bit.

He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Why he seemed so different from everyone else. Why he got in trouble so often. The princely boy just didn’t know what he was doing wrong.

And then, it happened. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw wings fluttering.

...Sparkling rainbow wings.

His head lifted, his eyes reflecting the magnificent sight of sparkling in front of him. Completely disrupting his previous thoughts, he watched in awe as a butterfly with the most gorgeous wings fluttered past him. It was all... Rainbowy. The way it glistened under the warm rays of the sun was something beyond beautiful to the pre-teen.

So, like any curious kid would, he began to go after it.

He followed the butterfly through the playground, where kids ran and pushed past him. Around the basketball courts, as the children yelling at Roman to get out of their way fell on deaf ears. Across the field where kids were running and playing soccer, where he almost got hit with the ball. However, none of that seemed to matter to the adolescent. All that currently mattered was the majestic creature dancing away from him through the air.

He watched it fly along, further and further through the field until eventually, it flew into a bush. Roman was quick to follow it deep into the bush, and though unsure of where it was taking him, he was desperate to not let it get away. The bush dipped into a cave, and Roman didn’t let fear dominate him as he strutted further in. He was just thinking about he story he was going to have for his family later, when—

He stops.

Whoa, what... What was this?

Roman’s eyes flickered from left to right, taking in the sight before him. There were so many butterflies, all different shades and colours. Some yellow, some red (his favourite colour!), some blue, some rainbow, some other combinations of colours. It was breathtaking.

The butterflies filled the area with a sort of warmth and comfort that made Roman feel at ease. He watched them glow and sparkle and fly around. It was beautiful. So, so beautiful. But then he hears a voice.

“I’ve been expecting you~”

Roman’s head shot up instantly, his eyes darting around the area as he tried to figure out where the voice was coming from. He was scared for just a moment, but soon remembered that he was a PRINCELY KNIGHT! He could fight off this foul fiend! Putting on his best brave prince face, he exclaimed. “Who goes there, you beastly hoodlum?? Show yourself!”

The voice chuckled, seeming to echo off the walls of the cave. “I'm no fiend, dear. If you'd prefer that I showed myself—” the voice says in a tone reminiscent of a purr, as if finding Roman amusing— “then I'd be happy to oblige~”

Roman saw a silhouette out of the corner of his eye, causing a gasp to escape his lips. Turning quickly, hee was about to pounce on the figure, but he stopped in his tracks.

Entering the area was a naga with pointy, elf-like ears. He had one glowing yellow eye and one seemingly regular brown eye, and his entire being seemed to emit a sort of aura, coming in the form of a light shade of yellow. A few spots on his face had the same glowing effect. He had scales mixed with skin running down his chest, leading to a snake tail at the bottom which he used to slowly enter the cave. He had a fang visible, poking out of his closed mouth, over his bottom lip, a small grin on his face as he stared at the pre-teen with half-open eyes. He let out another chuckle, “Close your mouth, darling. You’ll catch fliesssss.” The forked tongue in his mouth flicked as he spoke, the thing almost rattling as he stretched out the S in his last word.

It took a moment for Roman to process what he was seeing, but he did indeed close his mouth, as instructed. Roman was quite inquisitive, so he knew better than anyone (well, any pre-teens) what this creature was. “... Nagas are real-?” He spoke in pure disbelief, his eyes wide.

The creature smirked. “Yes, they are. Please,call me Dacarion. Dee for short, if you will.” He intonates, slithering around Roman. “And you’re Roman, correct?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at the other boy before going back to his original spot, grinning cheekily at Roman’s shocked expression. “How... Do you know my name?”

“Because, dear, I’ve been watching you. Why do you think I sent one of my butterflies to get you?” Dacarion hummed, putting out his hand as the rainbow butterfly landed on his finger, smiling at it. “I’ve noticed you struggling. I want to help you.”

Roman’s eyebrows furrowed. “Help me-? Help me how?” He asked. “Wait, can you fix whatever’s making me different??”

The naga sighed and shook his head. “No. I don’t have that kind of power. I don’t think anybody does. It isn’t just something you can fix, darling. You can manage it, but you can’t get rid of it.” He murmurs, shaking his head. “However, I will help in any way possible, if you’d like me to. I can only do so with your permission.”

Roman was unsure whether he should trust this naga or not. He’s always been told not to trust strangers, but... This was a naga, s this was different, right? Yeah. Yeah, it had to be. “...Alright.”

Dacarion grinned at him, “Splendid!” He exclaimed. He clapped his hands, and then began to move them around. Rolling them forward, his fingers moving as he moved his hands . A sparkling, golden ball of magic slowly formed in his hands that made Roman stare in awe. “Ooh...”

He watched as the naga made the ball bigger and bigger, then released it up into the air. Magic began to escape the ball, flying around like streamers falling at a birthday party. One strand flew around Roman, blowing his hair back slightly. Then, after a moment, the magic ball burst into sparkles that rained down from the top of the cave to the floor. “There you go.” Dacarion smiled.

Roman opened his eyes, not sure when they had closed. He blinked, then frowned. “I don’t... Feel any different?” He mutters, voice full of confusion.

“You weren’t meant to. Just... You’ll see, okay?”

“O..kay.” Roman nods, still puzzled. “So now what?”

“Now, you return back to your normal life. You must not tell anyone you saw me. In fact, don’t tell anyone about any of this.” The naga said seriously, voice lowering to a whisper. He shook his head when Roman opened his mouth to protest, giving him a warning glare. “I’m not joking, kid. Do NOT tell anyone you saw me.”

Roman stood still for a moment, then let out an exaggerated sigh. “FiNe-“ He pouted at Dacarion.

The creature nodded, his face softening as he sighed. “Good. Why don’t you go back? Things will be a little easier from now on, I promise you.” He gave Roman a small smile, the fang hanging over his bottom lip making it seem quite charming, in a way.

Roman slowly nodded. “Okay, I will. Thanks, Dee.” He looked around. “Um... Am I allowed to come back here, if I want to?”

The naga sighed. “If you’d like. Just don’t raise any suspicion or come too often, okay? If you need someone to talk to or just rant with, you can come here.” He smiled gently. “If you need a friend, you can come here.”

That made Roman smile. “Okay, thank you!” He said, the sour mood that he had before entering the bush now completely vanished.

They talked for a few minutes more, and then Roman was exiting the bush. Just in time, too. The bell was ringing, and it was time for the children to go back inside.

Roman had math class, so of course, he headed there. Sitting down at his desk, he put his backpack down, sighing and putting his elbow on the table.His hand curled into a loose fist as he rested his hand against his cheek, his leg bouncing as he waited for the class to start. He knew he should start trying to pay attention, but he could not stop thinking about that naga. Dacarion. He liked that name. It rolled nicely off of his tongue. “Dacarion.” He whispered, a small smile appearing on his face. Yeah. Maybe today wasn’t so bad, after all.

Soon, class was beginning. Roman was quietly doing his best to observe the teacher, but he didn’t like math, so it wasn’t easy. If it was art or something, Roman could easily hyper-fixate on the lesson. But not math. Math wasn’t fun.

Roman caught himself beginning to zone out. He tried to stop it and pay attention, but he couldn’t help it. Tapping his fingers on the desk while bouncing his leg a little faster, he sighed, giving up and letting himself zone out into another daydream.

Roman was making his way back to the castle, having defeated the foul dragon. After cleaning the blood off of his sword, he journeyed back to the prince and ensure his safety.

The guards let him through, his heart racing as his mind ached with the thoughts that ran through. Was the prince okay? Was he worried about Roman? He couldn’t help but wonder...

The prince was in his room, where Roman was escorted to. One of the guards knocked on the door. “Your highness, you have a visitor.”

It was silent for a moment. “Is this visitor a knight?” The voice behind the door spoke.

“Yes.” The guard nodded. “May we come in?”

More silence, then a sigh. “I suppose.”

The guards pushed open the door, letting Roman walk in. The prince was pacing back and forth, worry visible on his face. He looked to Roman and gasped, running and hugging him. “Roman! Oh my gosh, you’re okay-!”

His eyebrows raised in realization at his behaviour, clearing his throat and stepping back. “Uh- sorry. I mean, uh- thank you for saving me.” He gave Roman an awkward smile, before looking to the guards. “Guards, you are dismissed.” He said, giving them a brief nod as they turned and left.

Turning his attention back to the knight, the prince gave a small smile. “Seriously. Thank you. Um-“ He gave a small bow to Roman, surprising the hero. “I am in your debt. What can I do to repay you?”

Roman’s look of surprise faded into a small smile. “I require no payment. I was simply saving a handsome prince in distress.” He winked, making the prince’s face flush. “Don’t push it, knighT.” He said, standing up straight. “For real, though. I insist on repaying you. I will not be taking no for an answer.”

Roman sighed. “Alright, alright. If you insist.” He stood up straight. “Anyways, so... About earlier.” He went over, smoothly dipping the prince, who squeaked and blushed. “I believe we were interrupted, no?”

“I-I suppose we were, yes.”

Roman grinned. “I suggest we get back to rekindling the moment.” He leaned down, getting ready to give the other the kiss of his life. He grew closer, and closer, and closer, until...

“Roman!”

Dammit, not again.

Roman’s closed eyes opened, his head lifting to look at the teacher. He waited for the scolding. Waited for the teacher to yell at him, honestly used to it at this point.

”Roman, may I speak with you after class?”

The class erupted into voices of “ooooo!” and “he’s in trOubLeEeEee-” and Roman knew he was in for it now.

Roman agreed with a sigh, deciding to just try not to zone out this time and tough it out through the remainder of the class time.

“Roman, please sit down.”

Roman sat down in the seat across from the teacher’s desk, bouncing his leg again while he tapped his hands on his thighs. “Yes, m’am-?” He asked nervously.

“So- I was wondering if you would perhaps like to go to the counsellor’s office. I don’t believe I can help you start to pay attention, so maybe he can. It’s your choice, though.” The teacher spoke.

“Oh.” Roman had to admit, he was a little surprised. He didn’t expect the teacher to try and help him. He expected her to scold him. Yell at him. Threaten to make him stay in for recess until he learned to pay attention, (the horror-) but no. She was letting him see the counsellor and trying to help. Huh. ...Odd. Different, and odd.

But a good odd, at that.

“...I’d like that, yeah.” He smiled a little.

After some talking and a call to both the teacher of his next class and the counsellor, Roman was on his merry way down to the office. He hoped the counsellor was nice. He hoped they were kind. Well, they had to be, they were a counsellor. Right? Right?

Right.

Knocking gently on the door to the office, he looked up at the sign.

E. Picani.

That sounded like a nice person’s name in his opinion. He could expect good things from an E. Picani. Of course, his name could be something like elephant. Elephants were odd and kinda scary, Roman didn’t like elephants-

“Hello! Come on in!”

Roman’s head perked up, tilting as he gazed at this new person in front of him. A young male stood at the door, an inviting smile on his face. He looked to be in his 20’s, a pair of glasses rested atop his nose and a (well groomed) mess of wavy-ish curly-ish magenta hair plopped on his head, a little lighter than his friend Virgil’s hair. He wore a brown shirt with a red tie and some blue jeans, along with a pair of dress shoes. He looked quite friendly, and Roman instantly took a liking towards him.

Nodding eagerly, Roman stepped inside, sitting down in a chair. He looked around the room, eyes wide with wonder. There were cartoon figurines, bookshelves, boxes of who knows what, and much more. Noticing Roman’s bounciness, the other male took one of the boxes, holding it out to Roman. “Would you like one?” Roman’s jaw dropped at what was inside.

Fidget toys.

Spinners. Cubes. Squishies. So many little things that had such a big impact on people who needed them.

Wow.

Roman took a cube, thanking the other before fidgeting with the toy, watching as ‘E. Picani’ put the box back. “You can call me Emile, or Dr. Picani.” The man, now known as Emile, smiled at him. “Whatever makes you more comfortable!”

Sitting down, Emile got his clipboard, flipping through a few pages with a small hum. “Your name is Roman, correct?” He asked softly, smiling as Roman nodded eagerly. Writing a few things down, they began to speak. Speaking of random things, slowly leading up to Emile asking. “So I’ve heard you haven’t been paying attention in class? Would you mind telling me why?”

Roman tried to put it into words the best he could. The way he constantly zoned out in class. The way he couldn’t stop fidgeting and moving and talking. The memory blanks, the mood swings, all that and more while Emile wrote and wrote until Roman stopped speaking. Emile was silent for a bit, looking at his clipboard and tapping his pen quietly, clearly lost in thought.

Eventually, he looked up. “Roman, have you ever looked into ADHD/ADD?” When Roman shook his head no, Emile went on. “To me it sounds like you have symptoms of that, which would explain almost everything you’ve just told me. But- fear not, my friend. For it can be eased with medication and such.” Emile smiled gently. “Now, I’m not licensed to diagnose or give said medication, but I can recommend someone to you who can.” Emile got a slip of paper and wrote while talking. “You’ll get a test to see if you have it, and if you do, treatment will be decided afterwards! If you don’t, then...” Emile shrugged. “We’ll figure that out upon crossing that bridge. Now!” Emile clapped his hands together and handed him the paper. “There’s a number for your parents to call. Um- do you understand or have any questions? I know this might be confusing.” The counsellor tilted his head at the other, folding his hands in his lap.

And boy, did Roman have questions.

But for once, his brain was too jammed up to ask them. Roman... Could figure out why he was different? He could ease it down? He could be n o r m a l ? Roman was in disbelief. He just sat there with his mouth open. “Uh...”

Emile smiled at him. “I know this is a lot to take in. You can ask questions later, don’t worry. For now, if you’d like, you can just stay in here for a bit, or go back to class.”

Roman chose the first option, staying in the office and letting himself think while Emile worked, for once being quiet and not super loud and bouncy. He was lost in thought. But not due to his knight fantasy world, due to what he and Emile had discovered. He was a little overwhelmed.

And the naga. The naga.

That naga.

What had he done for Roman with that magic pixie dust stuff?

It took a bit for it to click, but Roman realized the naga had simply made people just a little more understanding toward him. Open to helping him ease the symptoms of this ADHD thing he might have. The real world wasn’t easy, so he had wanted to open a door for Roman to help him. Wow. Roman couldn’t help but smile, a small whisper coming from him.

“Thanks, Dacarion.”

“Hm?” Emile turned to look at him, tilting his head.

Roman looked up. “Oh- nothing. Just- thought out loud. You know- making a story world in my head.” He smiled.

“Oh.” Emile smiled fondly at him, like a parent looking adoringly at their child who had just made a stick figure drawing of the family. “Okay. Have fun with that. Maybe you can tell me about it after.��

Roman smiled. “Maybe.”

Emile went back to what he was doing, while Roman looked down at his cube.

He really did owe that naga.

Back in the bushes, Dacarion was observing Roman through the magic of his butterflies, smiling tearfully. He had done it. He had helped a person, and potentially made a new friend.

And hopefully a wonderful, long lasting friendship, at that.

#writing #roman sanders #sanders sides #neurodivergent #thomas sanders #janus sanders #deceit sanders #naga #au #middle school au #writers on tumblr #fanfic #fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction

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coquelicoq · 4 years

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"Shut Up and Dance" by Walk the Moon. "Uptown Funk" by Mark Ronson. "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen.

my ranking:

3. shut up and dance by walk the moon. this song is a fun time! it feels timeless, like it could be from now or the 80s or any decade in between. this does mean that it is a skosh generic, though. also, i just watched the music video, and while it is goofy and i love goofiness, you are NOT ALLOWED to make a music video for a song with “dance” in the title and then show barely any dancing!! where is the choreo?? maybe YOU, singer man, should shut up and dance, ever think of that??

2. uptown funk by mark ronson. okay like. i love this song?? i’m so into funk, it’s absolutely irresistible. the music video is aesthetically pleasing and there is a bit of dancing, though i’m not a fan of some of the camera angles. lyrical highlights include: “i’m too hot, hot damn/make a dragon wanna retire, man” (like, you could have chosen so many things other than a dragon but you reached for the stars and i respect it) and “girls hit your hallelujah” (solely because as far as i can tell there are no girls on this track whatsoever, and certainly none saying hallelujah). this song does go on for an entire minute longer than it needs to, which is more forgivable in funk than in plain pop, so i’ll allow it. but i can see why people got sick of it playing on the radio.

1. don’t stop me now by queen. listen, i don’t know what you think you’re doing, sending me a queen song to rank with other, non-queen songs. don’t stop me now isn’t even in my top 5 queen songs, and uptown funk is imo very good, but it wasn’t really ever in question. i don’t know any music words, but i love it when you’re singing and you get to cut off the words really crisply like “don’t. stop. me. nowwww” because 1) it’s fun 2) it’s dramatic 3) in this particular case it’s ironic because you’re saying “don’t stop me” but you keep stopping YOURSELF and 4) also i like stopping on the t and the p in don’t and stop because those are both plosives (which are also called...wait for it...stops! really makes u think), so you can either leave them unreleased (if you want to lean into the restraint angle) or release them really emphatically (if you want to lean into the drama). very versatile. also, this science man made a formula for determining the, idk, feel-good quotient of music, and don’t stop me now got the highest score for pop music in the last 50 years. i’m a mere mortal, what do you expect from me? to defy science? i mean, come on.

#can't believe i remembered about that dumb pop formula and also correctly recalled which queen song it was #someone please tell me what the music word is for when you cut off the sound really abruptly. i know there must be an italian word #and once i hear it i will smack myself in the forehead because it will be so obvious based on the latin root #music #asks #not anon

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musashi · 3 years

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F, G, H and P for the fanfic questions! - (i'm the parentheses anon from recently nd i kinda wanna make a tag for myself since i send asks here quite a bit but don't rlly wanna use my main blog; would that be alright? if so, then i'll tag my asks with "🦇" that emoji in the future, if that's okay!)

ty!!! my only concern is that i already have a bat emoji anon xD unless you’re them. in which case continue fdggfd. but no i love emoji signoffs theyre cute and fun!

questions nowwww

Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

plague episode is probably the best my dialogue has ever been, and any time someone asks this i am thinking about this:

Cactus emoji is typing...

Not even a teeeeensy bit worn-down from all that hard work?

May locked her device, staring him down. “You like having soup, mister? You like having food, that I made? Food that I lovingly crafted for my friend in his time of need?”

Her PokéGear chimed.

It’s not half bad.

The girl looked up from the message to meet his eyes, not surprised at all to see the smuggest grin on his face she’d ever witnessed in the short time they’d known each other. She lilted her tone, sounding as cute as she possibly could.

“Oh, Harley, that’s such a nice thing to say!” she chirped. “Thank you for the compliment! I’ll treasure the praise as long as I live.”

He texted her.

Tonight when you’re asleep I’m gonna breathe all over you.

May sighed, giving up her fight as she looked at him. “What do I have to do to get you to rest a little and stop being like this?”

The device lit back up.

I’ll take your dad’s phone number if you’re offering.

“Harley, no offense,” the girl said, rising to her feet. “But I kinda hope you die.”

may and harley have the most interesting friendship ever its like 85% genuine antagonism and the remaining 15% is some combo of love and friendship and other bullshit so capturing it is always something i’ve been fascinated by but i rly think i got em down here. just may lovingly tending to her sick friend, who has lost his voice because he never fucking shuts up but has still figured out a way to annoy her, and absolutely not pausing their shit-slinging dynamic at all fdhgfgf. thats them. thats the cookies.

Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

i have to do it start to finish or i’ll write all my fave scenes first and lose motivation :P

How would you describe your style?

billowy, loose purple prose. or rather that’s what people have told me. to be honest when i look at my writing i see absolutely nothing. i could not point out what makes it special or unique, not in a self-deprecating way just as a fact. i’m sure my readers see what makes it distinct, but i just can’t xD

Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

i’m absolutely an architect. if i don’t plan the whole thing out as best i can, i feel directionless and lost and never start/finish. i’ve tried stepping out of my comfort zone and not writing outlines but when i’m done with them i always feel like they’re messy and incomprehensible. like the characterization is everywhere, like the story veers off course, stuff like that. i’m definitely no stranger to letting my characters take the reigns and guide my somewhere else from time to time, though. some of my best scenes came from just following those impulses.

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shooting-the-walls · 5 years

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I watched His Last Vow, and, well..... here are my thoughts again

Quick thing before we start: I choose HLV because it is one of my favourite episodes, and what I feel is one of the best shot episodes. Usually, I can't make it to the end of it because I know what is going to happen and I can't stomach it. Anyway, enjoy my little angst-filled monologue!!!

• Uggggghhhhhh Magnussen is so creepy even to start with

• Quick question: why the fuck does he have "porn preference" in his little file?? Creepy, dude. Real creepy

• I hate Magnussen with a passion but ngl his house is pretty bomb

• Why has a got a statue of a knight on an ostrich, and why does the camera focus on it? Kinda random XD

• Clever how they never show him going down the stairs the storeroom. IMPORTANT LATER ON

• Lady Magnussen when she sees Magnussen: *quietly* what the fuck

• "She looked delicious" "yum-yum": EEUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH

• "I have a condition": is that condition.... being a creepy weirdo???

• HEY SHE MAY BE AN OLD LADY BUT SHE'S A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN SO SHUT THE FUCK UP MAGNUSSEN

• "This isn't blackmail it is.... ownership": uhhhhhh, pretty sure it's blackmail mate

• I'M SORRY BUT WE DON'T JUST LICK PEOPLE'S FACES, WHO WERE YOU RAISED BY DUDE

• The driver knowing something's up: we stan a king

• BAKER STREET YEAAAAAH BITCHES

• The intro mussssiiiiiccccc: it will now be stuck in my head for days XD

• When you miss your bestie: :(

• John being clueless XD

• *doesn't know what to do* *makes tea*

• "He the drugs one?" "Nicely put John"

• "Who's Sherlock Holmes" "See, that does happen"

• I think John feels bad for snapping at her XD

• "THERE IS NOTHING THE MATTER WITH ME. Imagine I said that without shouting": me 24/7

• Dude we know you tryna look sexy but the tyre lever XD

• "It is a tiny bit sexy" "I know": *is forcefully reminded of Boyle screaming "later sluts"*

• "I'm not just browsing": MATE IT'S NOT BLOODY ARGOS LOL

• Why is John so fucking cocky? Like we get you're an adrenaline junkie but Jesus XD

• JOHN BAMF WATSON IS HERE GUYS

• "Nope, just used to a better class of criminal": truth

• "Arse end of the universe with the scum of the earth": Jooooohn be nice

• Sherlock just so casual like " Oh HIIIII"

• "They're havin' a fight": Oh, like..... a married couple....?

• "WEll NoT nOW": we stan a queen XD

• "Alright Shezza?": *John and Mary Watson, Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, Molly and NSY have joined the chat*

• MOLLY YAAAAAAAS QUEEN PUT HIM IN HIS FACE

• "Just. Stop it."

• They are so concerned and Sherlock can't see it and I CAN'T

• "Just some guy" Sherlock: JOHN YOU DIDN'T *is suddenly more in love than ever*

• Sherlock: *hears what he sounds like* *ROLLS EYES*

• Billy knows what's going ON

• "Hang on, weren't there other people?"

• "I've got Mrs Hudson on semi-permanent mute"

• "Why do you do that": IT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU

• "Cross-dressing may have been a wiser path for you": Mycroft your uncle was a bloody QUEEN

• "foR GOD'S SAKE"

John: oh deary me

• The mardy lil "I'm just gonna sit in this chair"

• MYCROFT STOP TATTLING ON YOUR BROTHER

• Also the Holmes parents line dance: I feel like this fact is super underrated XD

• "Just look frightened and. Scuttle": I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

• "I think we'd both find that embarrassing": THE FACT THIS WAS AN IMPROVISATION MARTIN IS SUCH A FAB ACTOR

• "Okay, I'll let you know if I notice"

• "Don't appall me when I'm high": genuinely one of my favourite lines of the entire series

• "God no. Trying to recruit you": Sherlock knows his John so weeeeelllll

• "Stay out of my bedroom" John: *immediately goes for the bedroom*

• JANINE HEYYYYYYYYY

• "Sherl.....": John is having a fucking field day with the nicknames

• John's confused little face XD XD

• "You have a girlfriend" "Yes I have" *JOHN WATSON CANNOT COMPUTE*

• Damn they're starting with the aquarium shit early

• "You got that from a book" "Everyone got that from a book"

• I'm sorry but Sherlock Holmes acting straight it the weirdest thing EVER

• "Maybe I will....": OH GOD. If she knows "what he's really like" (ie gay), then she also knows how much he loves John (she was at the wedding), so she's basically saying "I'll tell him you're in love with him"

• John: OH YES. THIS. THIS IS SOME NICE CEILING. MMM. GOOD CEILING

• John is so hung up on dinner XD

• "With wine.... and sitting....": I love the idea that when Sherlock eats, he just walks around like munching on shit. Like John used to get out of the shower and when he opened the bathroom door Sherlock would be standing there rocking on his heels eating a scotch egg XD

• "It's in the fridge, it kept ringing": me as an adult

• John just being so armed

• OH GOD SHERLOCK YOU'RE SO DAMAGED LIKE SO MANY PRESSURE POINTS

• BITCH DON'T BRING UP REDBEARD

• Oi listen Magnussen you little bitch

• NO PLEASE DON'T

• Shut UP Magnussen: as a Brit I cannot condone what the fuck he's saying. I AM A PROUD BRIT

• WHYYY

• WHYYYYYYY ARE YOU PEEING IN THE FUCKING FIREPLACE: this is why Moriarty was better, the sweetie had manners

• "How do you know his schedule?" "Because I do"

• The fact that Sherlock's checked with Mary if John is available XD

• CAM news: OMG THE CAM LETTER FROM S3E2, it makes sense nowwww

• Sherlock is so good at pick-pocketing

• "...your head kicked in." "Do we really need so much colour?" "It passes the time"

• I'M SORRY HIS CUTE LIL FACE WITH THE RING BOOOXXXXX

• I am fully convinced Sherlock was pretending Janine was John when he made the proposal

• SHERLOCK YOU CAN'T GET ENGAGED TO BREAK INTO A FUCKING OFFICE

• SHERLLL BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS NOT HUMAN ERROR, PLS GET SOME SELF ESTEEM

• "Bit rude, I just proposed to her"

• Sherlock immediately knows something's going on

• "...white supremacist so who cares?": SHERLOCK YAAAAS

• "During our own burglary" aka "really u idiot"

• The fact he immediately dismisses Mary: HE'S SO SWEET HE DOESN'T WANT TO RUIN JOHN'S HAPPINESS

• OH MY GOD THE REVEAAAAAAAAAL

• That moment when he realised. He just realises. The deductions he ignored: they could have helped her

• NO MARY YOU SHOT HIM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

• I'M SORRY BUT SAYING YOU'RE SORRY DOESN'T RIGHT THIS

• The sirens: again, as I said, the way this episode is made is incredible

• People often remark on who turns up in his mind palace: I totally agree with the idea that the others are his heart, "and you should never let it rule your head"

• SHERLOCK CALLING HIMSELF STUPID IN HIS MIND PALACE OH SWEETIE NO

• The fact Anderson is there tho

• THE FACT THAT EVEN THE FLOWERS TILT JESUS THE DETAIL

• "Don't go into shock, obviously": woooooooow, thanks Mycroft

• Oh Redbeard, the sweet little dog: "They're putting me down too now"

• Oh come on, he was totally looking for John's room when he ran into Mary

• NO NOT THE PADDED ROOM

• You don't understand: I actually can't watch this scene. It freaks me out so much. It's so sad, and the acting is SO GOOD.

• "Pain. Heartbreak. Loss. Death.": I'm sorry, but isn't that everything Sherlock's been through with John almost?

• Magnussen: dude I ain't telling you who shot him

• "It's raining. It's pouring. Sherlock, is boring. I'm laughing. I'm crying. Sherlock, is dying": JESUS THIS SONG

• "Mrs Hudson will cry. And mummy and daddy will cry. And the woman will cry. And John will cry buckets and buckets. It's him I worry about the most. That wife..... John Watson is definitely in danger": THE FACT THAT THAT MAKES HIM COME BACK; I'm sorry but how can you deny Johnlock after that?? He literally COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD for John Watson. Also, note how he misses off Greg and Molly and Mycroft. He thinks they don't care but they do. They care so much, Sherlock.

• "Oh you're not getting better are you?"

• MARY STOP ACTING ALL FUCKING INNOCENT YOU FUCKING SHOT HIM

• "I'm buying a cottage": I mean why not

• The fact that they're fine with each other after insulting each other XD

• I maintain that Janine is Moriarty's secret sister

• "I have an interview with The One Show and I haven't made it up yet"

• "I know what kind of man you are. We could have been friends": AGAIN she totally knows he's gay

• The fact he's self-punishing by turning the morphine down MY BABY

• The fact Greg just wants a video XD: I still want a Special Features on one of the DVDs of "videos from Greg Lestrade's phone"

• Of COURSE Sherlock's broken out, what else were you expecting John?

• Mycroft's little hand gestures like "off you go peasant": we know you love Greg really Myc

• "...stalked him one night" "foLLOWED"

• YOU, JOHN. HE'S PROTECTING YOU YOU DIPSHIT

• The fact Sherlock went back to Baker Street, BLEEDING INTERNALLY, to put John's chair back <3<3<3

• "A façade. Remind you of anyone?"

• Of course you can't Sherlock XD

• The fact he won the house in a card game with a cannibal XD

• I love this scene. Everything just suddenly makes sense. Everything she's said suddenly has a different meaning

• "You were very slow": BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORING THE WARNING SIGNS SO HE DIDN'T WANT TO UPSET JOHN

• "Even Scotland Yard can get somewhere with that"

• I feel like Sherlock had a little bit of a panic when she pulled the gun out, because he KNOWS that John is sitting there and he can't lose John Watson

• She loves John but he loves John too.... too much man, too much

• She can barely turn: the fact she knows that she may have just lost John forever

• YAAAAS WE'RE AT THE HOLMES' GUYS

• "How is it only 2 o'clock, I am in agony"

• "Is this your laptop, Mycie?" "Upon which depends the security of the free world, yes, and you've got potatoes on it"

• "Am I happy, I haven't noticed?" *gets hit with cracker*

• MRS HOLMES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "Someone's put a bullet in my boy and if I ever find out who I will turn absolutely monstrous": *takes tea to said shooter*

• When the dad is the only sane one XD

• I think even Sherlock's dad can see how much his son is in love with John

• I'm sorry but the entirety of the first bit at the Holmes': I STAN IT GUYS

• "What exactly is the point of you!?"

• "What's going on" "Bloody good question": me in physics

• Jesus Mrs Hudson is right Sherlock does look bloody awful

• "...that's me by the way, hello": HE'S SO PROUD AND IT'S SO SWEET

• "IT WAS MY HUSBAND'S CARTEL, I was just typing"

• The fact he tells him to be calm: Sherlock KNOWS that he needs to calm John down to get this sorted out

• Mary, stop being sarcy with him he's tryna sort it out

• "Because you won't love me when you've finished, and I don't want to see that happen": I mean she's not my favourite but I still feel so sorry for her

• "Look at you two: you should've got married": Sherlock: OH BABY NOT MY GAY ASS

• See, Sherlock SAYS that the reason Mary didn't kill him was because John would be part of the murder investigation, but I think it's because she's already seen what Sherlock's death would do to John: she's seen him crying at the grave, seen him drunk and screaming for Sherlock to come back, seen him unable to even walk past St Barts without seeing Sherlock hitting the ground over and over and over again, and she knows she can't do that to him again

• Paramedics: yo we here

• "She shot you" "ehhhhh mixed messages"

• "The problems are your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege": GET YOURSELF A MAN LIKE JOHN WATSON

• "You can mow the sodding lawn from now on": the fact John uses his wife's secret identity to get out of chores is such a mood XD

• When your mother catches you smoking: Mycroft: nope wasn't me Sherlock: *immediately blames his brother*

• "Your loss would break my heart" "what the HELL am I supposed to say to that": brotherly feeeeeeeeeeeels

• "Go and have some more": AWWW YOU LOVE HIM REALLY

• Dr Watson voice is baaaack

• Awwww at least he checks they're all still breathing XD

• "You can imagine the Christmas dinners".... GUYS THE OMENS CAME TRUE

• I love the idea that Sherlock just waltzed into Angelo's like "yo can I have a table", and Angelo DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION what he was wearing or the fact he was hooked up to morphine, just said "yoooo, I got your table sorted" and brought him food XD

• The constant flashbacks in this episode are so effective, cos they really bloody fit in

• "My brother": *literally delivers a drugged Mycroft all wrapped up with a little bow on top* "WELL I DIDN'T LIE"

• "Oh yeah we could be imprisoned for high treason btw": Sherlock stop you idiot

• "But it's Christmas!"

• "WHY WOULD I BRING MY GUN!?!!?!?!" "Coat pocket?" "YES"

• "But look how you care about John Watson": even MAGNUSSEN knows guys

• Awwwww Mycroft's pressure point is Sherlock, that's kinda sweet

• You've gotta admit Magnussen's logic is pretty sound

• "I enjoy it": yeah but you're a sadistic maniac, mate, you don't enjoy normal things

• He must have half the fucking Eden Project in his house XD

• Ooooo THE VAULTS ARE A MIND PALACE: big reveaaaaaaaaaal

• Sherlock's little look down: it's as if he's chastising himself, telling himself he should have know

• "I don't understand" "You should put that on a t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 1

• "Sherlock do we have a plan?" *silence*

• "I still don't understand" "And there's the back of the t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 2

• When Magnussen makes John let him flick his face: Sherlock can't even WATCH. He's just standing there, staring at the floor, still questioning why he didn't see it

• I mean I'm sorry but the murderous little glint in Sherlock's eyes when Magnussen is flicking John: he knows there's nothing he can do, but then he also knows what he's about to do. And he knows that John is going to hate it, but it's the only way to keep Mary safe

• THE LOVING LOOK AT JOHN JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T

• "MERRY CHRISTMAS" *bang*: JESUS SHERLOCK NO

• Mycroft sounds so panicked, like "no please don't shoot him"

• "Tell her she's safe now": THEN. That was the moment John realised. The moment he realised who he was really in love with

• All Mycroft can see is his crying, upset and scared little brother AND I CAN'T

• "You know what happened to the other one": OOOOOOO

• "There is no prison where we can incarcerate Sherlock without him causing a riot on a daily basis": dis be true guys

• SHERLOCK MAKES MARY LOOK AFTER JOHN I CAAAAAAN'T

• The fact that all acceptingly walk away, like they know what Sherlock is gonna try to do

• "The game is never over, John. There are just new players": SHERL STOP

• "6 months, my brother estimates. He's never wrong": he KNOWS he's gonna die

• The fact he can't even tell John just shows something, doesn't it

• "John there's something I need to say. Something I've always meant to say but never have. Since it's unlikely that we'll ever meet again, I might as well say it now": we all wanted it. We all wanted him to say it. Even JOHN had the hopeful little look in his eyes....

• "Sherlock is actually a girl's name": BUT HE CHICKENS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND. You can just see the disappointment and upset in his face, even on the plane, knowing that he may not see John again and John still doesn't know

• "Did you miss me?": MORIARTY YES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "You're needed": the lil panic cos he knows his OD isn't gonna work

• "Who needs me" "....England": yeah, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are screwed XD

#sherlock holmes #sherlock #sherlocks3 #johnlock #his last vow #s3e3 #brain dump #wtf brain #kinda analysis #analysis

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janetbrown711 · 3 years

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Please write the part about Wakko you know what

Important note: This fic is part of my Angelina the First lives au, and as such is part of a different universe/storyline and plot than the rest of my fics. To read about the au/alternate timeline, click here.

In truth, Yakko had known his grandmother his whole life, and he still didn’t know what to make of her. Sure, his mom and dad constantly contradicted her or told him she was wrong, but Yakko wasn’t sure. A lot of what his grandmother said made sense, as far as he could tell. A good king should be focused on expanding his knowledge and on his people, not on frivolities like playing with toys or with his little brother. It just made sense.

Speaking of his brother...

“Yakko! Which is cooler? Red or blue?” Wakko shoved his toy soldier’s into his brother’s face. Yakko rolled his eyes.

“Wakko, I don’t care,” He scoffed. Wakko frowned.

“But how will you play then?” Wakko asked.

“Wakko, I don’t want to play, I have my lesson with Grandma soon,” Yakko said, turning the page in his book.

“So we should play nowwww,” Wakko whined, placing the toys on his book.

“Whatcha readin’?” He asked.

“I’m reading about the history of agriculture in Warnerstock,” Yakko stated, figuring there was no harm in telling him, and that maybe it might make him go away.

“Is it good?” Wakko asked with a head tilt. Yakko paused to think.

“Ehhhhh.... it’s.... okay?” He shrugged, though he knew the answer was no. It was boring, but one of his tutors assigned it, so he had to read it. Yakko then went on with his reading. However, it wasn’t long before Wakko got bored just sitting there, so he stood on the chair, and peered over Yakko’s shoulder. Yakko did his best to ignore it, but, quite frankly, his brother was driving him insane.

“Oh, would you look at that! I have to go,” Yakko slammed the book shut and stood, almost knocking over Wakko in the process.

“Can I come?” Wakko asked optimistically. Yakko rubbed his forehead. No matter what he did he just couldn’t shake him.

“You know Grandma doesn’t like it when you sit in,” Yakko said, standing up and heading out of the study. Wakko followed anyway.

“I can be good this time! Promise!” He said. Yakko shook his head.

“Go to your room, Wak, I’m sure mom or dad would love to play instead,” Yakko waved him off.

“Fine,” Yakko sighed. “Just... sit in the corner and be sure to be extra, extra quiet,” He said. Wakko cheered and ran ahead of Yakko in his excitement to their grandmother’s private study. Yakko eventually made it, and knocked on the door.

“Yakko, you’re early today,” Angelina the First opened the door. Immediately her eyes went to Wakko.

“What is he doing here?” She asked. Wakko stepped behind his brother.

“He just wants to sit in the corner. He’s promised me he’ll be quiet,” Yakko said.

“Is this true?” The old queen looked at her youngest grandson. Wakko nodded. She rolled her eyes.

“If I ask you a question, you are to respond, understood?” She glared at him. Wakko gulped.

“Y-yes, grandma,” He said. The queen rolled her eyes and stepped aside, letting the brothers enter.

Yakko took his seat at the center table, and Wakko sat in the corner, next to a bunch of dusty books that hadn’t been touched in goodness knew how long. Hopefully, that would keep him quiet and entertained.

“Now where were we... ah yes, etiquette,” Angelina the First found the book she was looking for and opened it.

“A good gentlemen always holds the door open for a lady, why is this?” She asked Yakko.

“Because their dresses can be too big for them to get it themselves,” Yakko said. The queen nodded.

“That stupid, why don’t they just fix the dresses?” Wakko mumbled in the corner.

“Excuse me?” The queen looked at him. Wakko immediately shut up, and faced the bookshelf, running his finger across all the spines. She huffed but decided to move on with the lesson anyway.

Angelina the First continued to quiz Yakko on his knowledge of etiquette, and of which he aced, and to Yakko’s surprise Wakko was actually behaving himself back there. She then regaled tales of Warnerstocks history, most of it being boring but a few were... less boring here and there. Yakko did his best to pay attention anyway. History was arguably the most bearable of the subjects, though he preferred when it was about geography more.

However, towards the end of the lesson, the queen started lecturing about her grandfather, King Reginald the 2nd, and how he failed due to his love of frivolous things, such as gold, jewels, and never bothered to do his work as king, playing around with his “playthings” all day instead.

“And that is why as you prepare to become king it is important to put your studies and learning above all else. A wise king is a good king. You don’t want all of your knowledge to be based on what toy you think is the best, do you?” She said, as some sort of joke.

“That’s stupid too!” Wakko crossed his arms.

“Excuse me, young man, you have no right to talk to me like that,” Angelina the First stood from her chair.

“Grandma, he doesn’t know-”

“No! I do! That’s stupid!” Wakko stood on his chair. “Yakko should play games if he wants to. Games are fun. Books are boring.”

“Wakkorotti Alan Warner, know your place,” She warned.

“Games are fun, you and your lessons are stupid and boring!” He shouted. Angelina’s eyes widened in anger. Slowly, she took her gloves off, before walking over to the now petrified Wakko.

“Grandma he didn’t mean-” Yakko tried to plead.

“I’ll give you one more chance, Wakkorotti. What. Did. You. Say?” She asked, now standing in front of the four-year-old.

“Th-that... that your lessons are boring and stupid,” Wakko didn’t back down. Before either brother knew what was happening, she struck him across the face with the back of her hand. Wakko fell onto the floor with a loud crash.

“Wakko!” Yakko jumped out of his seat and ran to his little brother, but Angelina I held out her arm.

“Leave him there, he needs to learn, She said coldly. Yakko growled and bit her.

“Ow! You horrible, horrible child!” Angelina jumped back. Yakko didn’t care, going to Wakko.

“Wakko? Are you okay?” He asked, panicking because Wakko was barely conscious.

“M’head hurts,” he mumbled, sitting up. That was kinda good at least...

“You’ll be punished for this,” Angelina grabbed Yakko’s shoulder and Yakko gnashed his teeth again. The queen wisely stepped back.

“C’mon Wak, let’s get you fixed up,” Yakko said, helping him up.

The brothers walked in silence as they headed off to the kitchen for ice, not knowing what to say about what had happened. Eventually, though, Wakko gave it a shot.

“I’m sorry I ruined your lesson, Yakko,” He apologized.

Yakko sighed. “It’s not your fault Wakko, she never should’ve hit you.”

“Grandma is a meanie,” He sniffled, rubbing his fresh bruise.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Yakko said and meant it.

In truth, as they were walking Yakko noticed how much of a jerk he was before. He brushed him off and for what? Stuffy lessons with a snappy old lady? Now he knew why his parents always contradicted her. They probably trying to prevent something like this from ever happening.

“I’m sorry too, Wak,” He said. “I’ve been a meanie to you too.”

“S’okay. I forgive you,” Wakko smiled at Yakko, and Yakko cringed at the sight of his bruise, which was only increasing in size. Thankfully, they were almost at the kitchen by now.

“Mummy!” Wakko ran to her and she and William gasped.

“Wakko, what happened to your face?” She asked as he hugged her leg.

“Grandmummy got mad and-”

“Grandma did this to you?!” Lena asked, a mix of concern and rage in her voice.

“Lena...” William warned, placing a soft hand on her shoulder. Lena took in a deep breath.

“What happened?” William asked Yakko.

“Well Wakko wanted to sit in during my lesson with her, and he said her lesson was stupid and she got mad...” Yakko kicked the ground.

“Oh, I’ll kill her,” Angelina growled, looking at the door.

“Lena, deep breaths,” William reminded, though he looked angry too. Their mother obeyed, though still obviously very upset.

“I’m so sorry Wakko, dearest. Here- let’s get some ice on that bruise,” She said, with a soft smile, taking Wakko’s hand and taking him to the back.

“Is that the full story?” William asked. Yakko nodded.

“He said it was stupid grandma thought that good princes and kings don’t play with toys or have fun,” Yakko said.

“Your grandmother is wrong about that, and a great number of things,” William sighed. Yakko nodded.

“...I bit her,” he whispered. William blinked.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, not quite sure if he heard it right.

“I bit her, after she hit Wakko and he fell, I bit her, right in the arm,” Yakko confessed.

William thought about that for a moment.

“Everything alright?” Lena asked, reentering with Wakko, who now had a bag of ice in his hand.

“Yakko bit your mother,” William explained and Lena gasped.

“Are you alright?” She asked him. Yakko nodded.

“A-after she hit Wakko I wanted to check on him but she wouldn’t let me so I bit her,” He explained. Lena sighed a breath of relief.

“That’s good dear... just... never do that again. The last thing either of us wants is for either of you two to get hurt, understood?” She asked. The boys nodded.

“Good,” she bent down and gave both of them a tight hug. “Now go play. Your father and I will have to have a long discussion with your grandmother later,” She said, looking back at William.

“Yay! Let’s go!” Wakko pulled on his brother’s arm, dragging him out of the kitchen.

“See, why didn’t I ever think of doing that?” was the last thing he heard his mother mutter to herself before getting dragged out.

Wakko seemed hesitant too, as when he noticed his brother’s awkward standing, he stopped and looked at him.

“Do you... wanna play with me?” He asked. Yakko nodded.

“I do,” he said. Wakko smiled and handed him a prince doll.

That, he promised.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

#my fics #animaniacs #wakkos wish #yakko warner #wakko warner #wholesome siblings #tw abuse

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stereosounds · 4 years

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♡ ◟ ° › kim seokjin, cismale, he/him, twenty-five ⋯ ❛ thank you for applying to BANANIRS AND AVOCADIRS, NICHOLAS “COLE” YOUNG ! before we start this job interview, i would just like to go over a few questions. you said your best attribute was PASSIONATE, right ? well, word around town is that some people find you to be a bit more TACTLESS … but, nevermind that. i’m actually more curious about whether you were actually caught GETTING HEAD IN THE BATHROOM OF YOUR FATHER’S CHURCH last year ? oh, you were ? that’s unfortunate. on the bright side, i heard that you excel at BEING A MUSICIAN …. so that’s cool ! now, one more question … your last manager said that you’re hiding THAT YOU WERE KICKED OUT OF YOUR HOME AND ARE CURRENTLY RENTING AT LIKE A VIRGIN, is that true ? — haha , just kidding ! they didn’t say that, i just read that about you online . anyway , you got the job ! ❜ 】 joy, pst, she/her.

tw: religious mentions, mentions of homophobia, alcohol, drugs. uhhh. i think that’s it as far as this post goes.

alright , alright , alright ! so , so , so , i’m ready to party . first things first , hi ! i’m joy and i am super duper frick - frackin’ excited to rp with you guys . i sleep too little or too much but never enough , i love the moon and i love FRIENDS . now that we’ve got my awkward ass over with , let’s get started on my son , cole !

okay , so , i am not gonna lie to you guys . i have a shit ton of info about cole up already , seeing as i cannot shut up about this guy , so this intro post is just gonna be me linking to you to everything .

pretty much everything you need to know is going to be here .

but for those of you who would prefer a brief summary , i’ll do that for you as best as i can . right now , yes indeed . let me just .. ** deep breath **

nicholas ‘cole’ young, you would think he’d go by nick but no, he went against the grain and decided, i want my nickname to be from the middle of my name and only parents and teachers and old people call me nick, grossss and so, cole became his preferred name since he was like, six and let me tell you, he felt so clever coming up with this. in short, during his childhood, he was the perfect pastor’s son. he did no wrong, paid attention in class, sat with his hands folded on top of his desk. but even at a young age he could realise this was all forced, this didn’t come naturally and eventually as the years passed and adolescence approached, his posture started to slump and he started to replace his gospel cd’s with rock & roll, indie, and alternative. this, as you can probably guess, did not go over so well with his father, the pastor.

see, cole had always been passionate about music and the only outlet he really had was the church band he was a part of since he mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen. he got into songwriting and he wrote a few songs about loving god, praising jesus, hallelujah but again, this didn’t feel natural to him. he felt much better writing about things like his crushes at school, or how he felt when his mom had to move back to korea to maintain her family’s business there. they called each other on the regular after she left, and he always felt closer with her as she had always been the more nurturing and compassionate parent.

going into teenagedom, his father’s anger seemed to boil over. probably had a lot to do with the fact cole’s mom wasn’t there to keep him calm anymore, and it didn’t help that cole was finally beginning to form his own mind & personality & opinion about things. he found his own style which meant straying away from his usual wardrobe that was designed to make him look church - ready. his father began to use physical means of punishment for cole, this coming as a result of cole mouthing back every now and then, muttering a curse word or saying the lord’s name in vein--- sometimes it came when cole had no idea what he was doing wrong. he started to resent his father, then felt guilty for feeling such a way for someone the community respected so much, so he buried his feelings and tried his best to keep up the image of being that perfect son.

he didn’t think he was doing anything wrong when he dropped out of the church band and decided to form a band of his own at the age of eighteen with some friends ( who would eventually become his bestest friends in the entire world ! ) . the band would call themselves MIRVGE and sometimes they’d practise in the youngs’ garage, which cole’s father absolutely hated. but of course he’d wait until his friends left to reprimand him. fast forward to when he drops out of college to pursue his career as a musician and his father is about ready to drop kick him in the face, yeah, that wasn’t a fun time for cole. but they somehow made it through that, and things were.. for the most part, okay. well, okay as they could ever be for the two of them. cole still showed up every sunday for church but sunday’s best started to turn into last night’s clothes reeking like alcohol and cigarettes.

then of course him getting caught getting head in the bathroom of his father’s church... with his boyfriend at the time. yeah, boyfriend. imagine how pastor young felt about that. well, that boy shortly thereafter became his ex, not that changed his father’s mind at all about essentially disowning him. that leads us to how cole is doing now, kicked out of his family home, banned from the church he spent most of his life in, and a goddamn mess.

wooooooooooops that wasn’t brief at all ... aha ... yikes .. can you imagine there’s even more in the link i put up there ? let me link you again so you don’t have to scroll up : here.

umm what else can i say ? he’s a mad hoe . he drinks , smokes , gets high ... on the regular and all to excess , but i wouldn’t say he’s addicted to any of these things , he’s just aha ... livin’ it up , man , livin’ his besssstttt life .

ALSO UHHH i just want to make this clear that cole is honestly.. he really is such a good guy he’s just been making a lot of bad decisions lately and hes just repressing so many emotions????? and has been since last year??? like his dad kicking him out, breaking up with his first love, then wanting him back n but instead getting a rabid squirrel set on him LMAO, the fact that his mom hasn’t been calling him also weighs heavy bc they were always so close and sighs. plus the fact he’s just, so broke rn and had to get a “normal” job when the whole reason he dropped out of college was to pursue his career as musician. he can finally admit he might be a little lost in life right now.

NOWWWW ... for plotting !!!!

here is a direct link to cole’s wanted connections . but tbh i am not at all restricted to what’s listed there . i’m more than happy to just bounce ideas off one another too , as we discuss how our muses might fit together ! but if you feel like you’re gravitating to one of those plots , pls .. let me know .. let’s #makeitshine .

#stone:intro #◜ ｡ ∙ ➳ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 ⋮ ooc.#aha :))))))))))) open for a surprise

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So I have a list of shit I’ve heard highschoolers say (because I’m in highschool), and I figured I’ll share it for the world to enjoy.

2018-2019

- I like Kentucky fried chicken, Halei likes Kentucky fried children

- There’s no more fruit snacks in my snack drawer, now I’m depressed

- Great I made to many fat jokes and now my dog is anorexic

- There are times I regret things. Like waking up.

- 2 student walking to the bus:

student 1: “I want to go home”

student 2: “but we’re literally on our way home”

student 1:“I knowwww, but I want to be there nowwww.”

- I have a legit rational fear of flipping papers over

-It’s Tuesday? I thought it was Friday

- Are you eating a pepper? *nods silently*

- I’ll push you down the stairs and then you grab onto me and pull me down with you

- If it makes you feel better my sister had nightmares from Dora

- If you were to eat me I’m sure I would taste like mint and unicorn tears

- We could totally take over the world on camels

- If your eye starts twitching again tell me, I want to watch it wiggle

- Those god damned hedge hogs

- *angrily* those old lady’s are the sweetest thing *slams fist down on table*

- That was the most sarcastic silence I’ve ever heard.

- He looks like Dora the explorer. Ethan where’s your map at! What kinda boat you got? A sail boat? A yacht? You can fit 10 girls on a yacht.

- Having a deformation is pretty cool

- “Your hurting my feelings” “no I’m not”

- *Writes Slience* “SCIENCE!... oh wait.”

- I’m not here to not match (teacher talking about his outfit)

- A group of hedgehogs is called a prickle! Yes! That’s so basic!

- Student: how do you do this one?

Math teacher: That’s a good question I have no idea *pause* just kidding

- Student: what happens if I open the drawer?

Teacher: I can cut your finger off

- Corpses don’t laugh, shut up

- “Oh tommy hunny. You’re not matching. Embarrassing.”

- “What’s the prom theme today?”

“Sadness”

- Teacher: “Are you doing illegal stuff?”

Student: “No way, Josè.”

- “I NEED TO CLEAN MY TIPS!”

-*looking at something on google* All these people look the same... oh wait that’s because they are all the same person just kidding.

- Teacher: The only negative thing she (the sub) said was that some people just didn’t... work. Which I mean, what’s the difference from when I’m here. So yeah thanks for the kids that were nice and... good... yeah.

- Stop petting my thumb

- Oh fuck bitch, I ain’t ever goin’ to great clips again.

- Cashier: *points to the taco salad I’m buying* This is a yum

- Student: “just like your ‘K’s are weird”

Teacher: “my ‘K’s are not weird, you’re weird. How about that?”

- Math Teacher: log that bad boy

- Student: I’m sick

Teacher: you are??? *holds up fingers in cross and backs up*

- “I told my mom I feel like a trash can”

“You mean you’re not?”

- “You’re Sherlock and I’m the other guy... Holmes or something...”

“Um no... that’s his full name. Sherlock Holmes.”

- (completely serious) So my hen just started crowing, she sounds like a dying animal so that’s cute

- Student 1: “I’m going to have diabetes”

Student 2: “at least you accept it”

- teacher: why don’t you make it your life goal to figure that out

- Band Teacher: Less reedy, More Horny- no! Ah um Hornish! Hornish!

- Teacher: hard versus soft targets. And I apologize if I say tacos because T and T, you know automatically I think TACOS!!

- We have our hours of talking, and you decided not to be a part of it.

- “Is that vodka?” “I WISH.”

- “Stop Madison, you’re making me depressed!” “Like you weren’t already!”

- “You went 85 through a school zone? There’s kids there!” “No. There was kids there.”

- I stop caring about my AP history students. I probably wouldn’t know if you were absent. All I would say was ‘hey it’s a little bit nicer in here today.’

- Why would anyone want to live in Russia? They have bears, Putin, and vodka

- (talking about why you shouldn’t put a tourniquet on someone’s neck) Hey your not breathing anymore but at least the bleeding stopped

- You know we’re heading in the right direction when the mass killings go from nuclear bombs to shootings. I see this as progress!

- How many red bulls would I have to drink in order to have a heart attack?

- Is it a bad thing that I would rather be homeless forever than finish this god damned test?

- He walks like he’s just pooped himself. He walks like he’s clenching his butt cheeks.

- Tomadocties are on the rise! But now they do more than eat, sleep, beep, and die.

- “I’m going to choke myself with this.” “Okay as long as your having fun.”

- (talking about what I’ll get on my AP History year) Me: “Negative 5”

My AP history teacher: “no they don’t do negatives. Yet. Maybe they’re reserving it for you.”

- This is how you get mango away from the skin. Unless you use a knife, but I don’t feel like maiming myself today.

- Asphalt? Think again fuckers

2019-2020

- Give me the shit!

- (My friend after running into a poll) “Are you okay?!?” “I don’t have nuts so I’m fine.”

- “Jokes on you guys I dipped the cookies in gasoline.” “Yay! I’m flammable now!”

#high school humor #highschool is bullshit #student #gen z #high school #high school teacher #america #depressing

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