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Hello ! I hope you passed the exams you took. I am happy to be able to reapply. My question about boys is this : let's say the boys and Eloise can go to an amusement park at night. Wich amusement would the boys prefer ? (Ferris Wheel, ghost train, roller coaster) Have a good day or a good evening !

This headcanon was ready and I tried to post it but tumblr was hungry and ate it. I'm really upset and sorry for the delay but i got upset and took some time from it~

Aaron:

He likes the Ferris wheel and the games where you get prizes🥺.

As in Aaron is not vocal about any toys they go in until the ride begins. He's not boring, boy has good conversation and he CAN flirt.

He laughs and yells normally like everyone else, of course, but he's fine with whatever and he only cares about kissing Eloise and eating churros until his cheeks are chubby. Until...

I want one ticket, please." He grabs the water gun and shoots the targets easily, handing Eloise a big wolf plushie, blinking his eye and smiling as in "it's a secret, but I'm giving this to you because I am an actual wolf. Nice, huh?"

Eloise is full of bags and Things She Said "I Want It" And She Got Them™, then he looks up.

"I like the ferris wheel." Eloise runs to buy tickets and tackles people to get them if it's over. No regrets. Her man wants ferris wheel.

As soon as his feet are off the ground, he dangles them and giggles. "That's so nice. Does your tummy feel cold?"

When they're watching the view from above, Aaron sighs longingly while he looks at the forest and the manor. Then he turns to her and his little eyes are shining uuuugh. "I'm so glad I met you, my beloved."

The day ends with a sweet, heartfelt kiss and a hug.

Raphael:

He likes the rollercoaster. The worse it is, the funnier it feels. Spinning around and feeling the wind whip your face while you can't see a thing is freaking crazy!!!!!

He squeezes Eloise's hand while they tighten the security bars and his head spins while the cart approaches the peak. And then.

"ELOISE, HOLY FU-" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" and they fall into oblivion. He laughs his ass off while everyone screams in horror, and he throws his arms around as he feels himself being driven upside down and sideways until he has to gasp for air and his legs feel funny because that's just So. Much. Fun.

Eloise is yelling like crazy and praying for people he doesn't know in languages he doesn't know and he doubts that exist. She cursed a lot and for a moment he felt her hand squeeze his chest while trying to find support. He was red all over from so much laughter.

"RAPHAEL, ARE YOU OKAY?" he hears Ivan yell in the front, probably from the spot they waited on. He yelled back as much as he could before speaking.

"THIS PARTICULAR TOY IS INCREDIBLE AS FU-" "HELP ME YOU SILLY BATS"

He stepped down with a bounce on his step, Eloise by his side, grasping his arm for dear life. He heard the others approach them as he smiled.

"you said fuck."

"I would never say foul things. Eloise won't let me. ||("

Beliath:

He loves the scary rides with the cart. He sits on it and he pats his side so Eloise can climb uncertainly. She huffs. "You're gonna yell so quick. Gosh."

"BWAH" "UAAAAAAAAAAAAAH." "And that's on being such a liar."

The ride begins smoothly and so does Beliath, holding her hand and kissing her in the darkness, trying to play it cool and saying he will protect her of the ghosts and then the cardboard ghosts fall off the ceiling.

"I'M LEAVING. I'M LEAVING. DON'T TALK TO ME!" He holds Eloise close as she sighs, leaning into her seat.

"tell me how can a literal demon be scared of cardboard. I guess a moron will always be a moron." "Don't talk to me like that! That was scary and nothing prompted it. The next one won't be scary because I know."

After a good bit of screams and Eloise being squeezed like a pillow, they finally seemed to be ending their ride. However, one of the poor actresses let her plastic eyeball fall from her forehead and it went rolling near the carts. She went to get it, but Beliath noticed her.

Seeing a running monster with a hand over their third eye yelling "WAIT!" wasn't really good for his heart. He hopped out of the cart and left running and screaming a high-pitched sound.

The result was Eloise laughing her ass off in the cart while the others waited with confused faces. Ethan would never let this die. They're immortal.

Vladimir:

Baby likes the bumper cars so much! He'll spend his WHOLE TIME there if he can.

Every time he crashes he starts laughing heartily. Tries not to crash with all his might tho, just to annoy Eloise.

"Your car is supposed to crash!" "Too bad it does not, right?" "You'll see!"

He becomes a child, smiling like a little rascal as he races through the other cars and Eloise crashes behind him. His eyes glimmer when Eloise laughs behind him and mocks his long legs perched up on the toy.

He even has the odd urge to mock the boys waiting near the toy. Aaron curses back and laughs a booming laughter while Beliath covers his face with his hair trying not to laugh too loudly. Ethan looks grossed out and Ivan is already red and crying of laughter.

After a good chase, he turns his car the wrong way on purpose and smashes against Eloise's car, making her yell. They laugh together for a while but soon they make up a plan to smash everyone's cars >:).

They end up crashing against everyone at least once before the ride is over. The others look at him quizzically only to be met with the usual Vladimir. "What is it? Is something the matter?"

When they begin to walk home that night, Vladimir stayed behind with Eloise and held her hand, giggling as if they had a secret to hide. His pearly white teeth shone under the gaps on the tree branches. He winked at her, skipping home.

Ethan:

HEAR ME OUT I'VE HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR FOUR MONTHS I PROMISE. I'll paste this here.

The others go in another rides and he lifts his index finger to his lips and smirks, raising his other hand with the palm up. She looks back at the group in line for a roller coaster, but she holds his hand instead. She's his chalice anyway, they should try to get along more even if they were friends already.

Ethan runs through the crowd practically dragging Eloise, first to a churros tent and then to a less noisy place that was up a few flights of stairs. The guy stops skipping and walks slowly until they're in line for another toy that doesn't seem full of people yet.

"What is this? It's high, isn't it?" She asks with concern, eyeing him suspiciously. He shrugs, rolling his eyes and smiling as if she didn't know about real fun at all. "This, little pest, is a Flying Coaster."

"Why is it called like that?" "You'll see when we're on it." He says as he pays for the ride this time. They get up in it and he's practically buzzing. Eloise notices he hid the churros on his coat and when the security employee moves back to her place, the cart leans forward. She gulps. "Ethan, why are we looking at the floor?" "Chewrrows?" "You're chewing churros in out deathchairs?" "Nuish One, haha!"

The toy starts Actually Moving™. She then realizes they were a little higher up as her finger grazes the top of a tree three times her size. Then it's too late. "SON OF A- UAAAAAAH!"

Ethan laughs like he didn't in a long while and watches the moon from the highest point in the roller coaster while gulping down his churros as Eloise curses and kicks. At some point they look down and see Beliath's terrified eyes staring at them as Eloise curses at them too. "YOU FREAKING CLOOOOOOOOOowns!"

When they get down from the toy, he thinks Eloise will be mad and regrets his decision, but then she leans into his arm and starts laughing. Her hair ia disheveled and she grabbed his other churro (it was for her don't let him trick you) with the prettiest smile he had seen in a while.

"... Suddenly I feel weird. The roller coaster made me nauseous, let's get the fuck out of here." "I think it's your heart, Ethan-" "Shut up, you demon."

Ivan:

He likes easy rides, don't @ me. Eloise is in the amusement park with him, he won't go apeshit like he did before. He must be... CaReFuL wItH HeR. But with a little coaxing, he mumbles that he likes the Twister Rollercoaster and Eloise digs completely.

He jumps like a little kid twice and pays to enter, sitting close to her. Since it's kind of late, the front seat is just the two of them. He looks at her tenderly and holds her hand. "Will you be fine, babe?" "Yeah, don't worry about it."

The ride begins to move and Ivan kicks around a little and squeals. Eloise giggles, holding his hand as best as she can. He squeezes back, smiling like that made his whole year better.

As soon as the carts begin to go down the line, he yells in excitement and lifts his hands, looking at Eloise. She's just as excited, screaming in joy as the carts spin around. He wished he could take a picture of Eloise looking like a pineapple with her hair upside down.

"you look like a pineapple!" "Don't make me tell you how you look, please!" They laugh at some woman yelling a funny sentence and screech when the cart seems like it's going to derail in the dip. A camera flashes several times during the loop and he thanks the gods above for that.

When they make it back, Aaron is tapping his foot on the floor. "You both could've flies into space!" "You don't mean that. Look." He lifts the picture of Eloise with red luminous eyes and a ominous smile while Ivan straight up yells towards the camera, both upside down and with their hair messy.

The picture gets framed by Vladimir. Eloise isn't allowed to take it off by votes.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers headcanons #sfwbunny #ml ethan #ml aaron #ml beliath #ml raphael #ml vladimir #ml Ivan #bunny's writing #moonlight lovers fanfiction

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greekgeek21 · 3 years

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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - hurricane percy hits vegas

EEE! I'm so excited for this chapter, and idk why. We get some Poseidon content tho, so yay for that! I'm pretty sure I'm just so excited cuz I just finished writing ch. 12 and IT. IS. AMAZING!!

Ok, so if you've noticed the change in my profile pic, you can figure out what I'm about to do. Well...surprise! Another pjo stan is coming out! I'm pan🏳️‍🌈✨

Anyway, remember to comment, like, follow me, and reblog! Stay safe and happy reading!

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Ω ♆ Ω

Okay, so maybe jumping out of the window before Blackjack was within a hundred feet was a bad idea, but can you really blame him? If Percy had stayed, the others would have tried to convince him to wait and make a plan before leaving to save Annabeth, and it probably would've worked! But doing that gave her captors more time to hurt her. That was not okay with him.

Fortunately, his amazing pegasus could fly really fast when put in the right situation. Say, one like Percy freefalling from a skyscraper? He still cut it close, though. Percy got within six feet of the ground before Blackjack swooped up under him. It hurt like hades.

"What am I here for, boss? Not that I don't enjoy our hang-out sessions, but still, why am I here?" Percy heard Blackjack ask in his head.

"We're going to Vegas to save Annabeth. She's been taken by the people we've been hunting," he answered.

"Oh, no! I'll go into overdrive for this trip! Annabeth gives me donuts!"

If one looked closely, they would see that Percy cracked a small smile at that. Blackjack always knew how to lighten the mood.

"Just hurry, bud. They sent pictures of her tied up and beaten. I'm not sure what condition she'll be in when we get to her," Percy said.

"That's it! These guys are dead meat!" Blackjack sped up even more.

Percy was really afraid to look down because he was pretty sure that they had already passed four state lines, and his friend showed no signs of letting up. With all the complaining about being tired Blackjack did on their other quests, Percy would've never thought he could do this. Just goes to show what can happen when you hurt someone's friend.

Yeah, Percy had calmed down enough to rationalize that this was a stupid idea (maybe his worst one yet), but he was still going to do it! This was Annabeth we're talking about! There's nothing he wouldn't do for her, and that includes storming straight into that gods-forsaken casino and demanding to know where she was.

If you're wondering, yes, he did just that when they got there. Blackjack almost passed out as soon as they landed, but Percy was already hopping off and running in before the pegasus had even caught his breath.

"Get out of here, bud! This is gonna get messy!" he called over his shoulder before pushing the front doors of the Lotus Hotel and Casino open.

Ω ♆ Ω

It was very clear that something was wrong as soon as Percy stepped into the lobby. It was completely empty. The farther he went in, the less he found. There was nobody. The last time he had been there, it was packed with people from all different time periods and everyone was doing something, but now, nothing.

It was disconcerting, to say the least. It felt like the beginning to every horror movie out there.

What was worse, is that every activity was shut down but one: the ferris wheel. It was spinning with all of the lights on, a faint carnival music playing from hidden speakers. Once again, Percy's thoughts drifted to horror movies. He wouldn't be surprised if a ghost popped up in front of him.

Before he continued on, Percy stopped and took a breath, bouncing up and down to shake out the nerves, "Come on, Percy. You got this. Just go save Annabeth and get out. That's all there is to it."

He walked up to the ferris wheel and saw that there was a single occupant riding it: Annabeth. She was up on the top, but Percy would recognize those golden locks anywhere. Her form was slumped against the side of her car, so she was probably unconscious. As she got closer to the ground, Percy saw that she was even more beaten up than the picture had shown. Her hands and ankles were bound with celestial bronze chains and she had a gag in her mouth.

Percy's blood boiled.

"Annabeth!" He shouted, running towards her as soon as the cart got to the bottom.

It kept moving, but he quickly grabbed her and pulled her off and away from the ride.

"Annabeth, wake up. Come on, 'beth, you have to be okay," he muttered, pulling the gag out of her mouth and starting to work on the chains, though he wasn't sure where to start.

Her eyes were still closed, but he heard a faint whisper from her mouth say, "It's Annabeth."

He laughed in relief, pulling her to his chest in a tight hug.

"Don't ever do that to me again. I lost it," he said, kissing her on the forehead.

Her eyes slitted open, "No promises, Seaweed Brain."

Percy was about to bring her in for a kiss when a voice interrupted them, "I'm glad you got to save her, Perseus. Now it'll be that much worse for you when we take her away again."

Percy shot up from the ground, pulling out Riptide and going into a protective stance in front of a kneeling Annabeth, "You're not going anywhere near her!"

The voice belonged to a mortal man. He had a long cut along his face, which seemed to be made by a claw, and his hair was a dark brown with speckles of grey. He seemed pretty average besides the scar. He had three men behind him, along with a hellhound, two empousa, and a couple basilisks. All looked ready to strike at a moment's notice.

The man tutted, "Oh, but I think I am. You see, you're going to give her to us."

Percy glared, "And what makes you think that?"

The man smiled, "Because of your family, of course. The normal one. Your mom, Sally, and her husband, Paul, and what's the last one's name...? The baby... Estelle! Yes, Estelle. We know where they are right now, and with one order from me, they will be killed by the giants we have standing by."

Percy growled, lunging forward, but a growl from the hellhound stopped him, "You're not going to touch them or Annabeth! I'll kill you first!"

The mortal leader gave a fake frown, "Oh, Perseus, how naive you are. Don't you see what's happening? Your people are the monsters. You just threatened to kill a mortal, the very thing you are put on this Earth to protect! How would your father feel about that?"

Hundreds of pipes burst in the hotel. Percy was only holding himself back because of Annabeth. As soon as she was out of danger, he would let himself go. He didn't care that they were mortals. Those men weren't the type of people he wanted to protect.

But- his family were still in danger. Even if the guy was bluffing, Percy couldn't take that risk.

Annabeth pulled herself to her feet and put a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Let them take me. You know it's the right thing to do. I'll be okay. You just need to lead the Avengers to their base, okay, and then you can save me all over again."

She cracked a small smile, hoping to comfort him but ultimately just making Percy feel worse.

Percy pulled her in for a searing kiss, and when he pulled back, a defeated look in his eyes, Annabeth knew he was letting her go. She had to; it was the best solution. She could protect herself and the Blofis family couldn't.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too," Percy's eyes were misty and he was slipping on his control.

With one last, loving look at her boyfriend, Annabeth walked to the opposing group, allowing them to roughly grab onto her and pull her to the hellhound, who was ready to shadow travel her and the other mortals to wherever their base was.

Percy steeled himself for a fight because he knew there was no way it was that easy. He was not getting out of this unscathed. They had left the monsters there for a reason, and that reason was to probably kill him. That wasn't going to happen, though. They had chosen the wrong day to mess with Percy Jackson. He was going to let Hades rain down on them.

"Are we gonna stand here all day or are we gonna fight?" he asked, twirling his sword around, "You know what? Nevermind. I don't feel like fighting."

Then before the monsters could react, he released the storm within.

Ω ♆ Ω

"Come on people! Let's get a move on!" Steve shouted, already running to the quinjet.

He saw that everybody was still lagging, but wasn't sure what else to do. Fortunately, Piper had noticed his struggle and came to his rescue.

"Everybody hurry up! We don't know what stupid thing Percy is going to do, so we need to get there before he does it!" she yelled, lacing lots of charmspeak with her words.

Instantly, all of the demigods and Avengers sped up and were all on the jet within a minute. Steve gave Piper a grateful glance before climbing in himself, the daughter of Aphrodite following close behind.

Once everyone had taken their seats, Natasha and Clint up in the cockpit, they took off.

"So...does anyone even know what we're going to do when we get there? Or what Percy was planning on doing?" Leo asked, voicing everyone's thoughts.

Steve sighed, "We can only do damage control. If Percy hasn't done anything yet, we talk him down from it. If he has, we figure out a solution to getting it stopped, no matter what it takes. Now we don't know Percy as well as you five, so we need you to try and predict what he might do."

The rest of the Seven shared a look and Jason spoke up, "Percy and Annabeth are very...special to each other. If one of them is hurt, the other loses control very easily. So, basically, anything could have happened."

He glanced apologetically at the Captain, who just sighed in response. It was no doubt going to be a long day, and then an even longer one when Fury found out about this. Going down that train of thought made him more and more exhausted.

"Las Vegas, here we come," Tony muttered.

Ω ♆ Ω

As they started entering the Las Vegas area, it became abundantly clear that they were already too late to stop Percy. The sky was dark, thunder rolling through the clouds, rain pouring down on the streets around the casino. A whirlwind of water was circling the hotel and the ground was shaking. Geisurs were popping up just as fast as they were closing. It was a shitshow, basically.

"Percy did this? By himself?!" Tony exclaimed, staring in shock at the storm.

"Yep. He doesn't seem like much of a kid now, does he?" Jason said, strapping an arm guard on.

"Nope," Tony whispered.

Frank said, "How are we even going to get inside?"

"We're going to go from above, straight through the eye of the storm. It's the only opening, from what I can see," Natasha answered, already guiding the plane up and towards the center of the destruction, "Hold on. This is gonna get rough."

"Oh. That's comforting," Frank muttered, holding on to his seatbelt tight.

"Dude, if we crash, you can just turn into a fly or something and get out of here, but me, I'm going to die with the plane," Leo said, cracking a joking smile.

Hazel sighed, "Leo, your fireproof. If anyone would survive the crash, you would."

Leo chose not to point out that he was trying to lighten the mood with a self-deprecating joke. Hazel with confidence is scary.

Besides, that's when the shaking started. The wind and water was throwing the quinjet around, thrashing it from side-to-side, trying to throw it down but Natasha and Clint were keeping it up.

Slowly but surely, they got the plane lower and lower until it was hovering just above the courtyard of the hotel (if you can even call it that). It was an open area with rollercoasters and games all around. The Avengers couldn't believe they hadn't heard of this place before! It was amazing! The demigods, however, were shocked that the mortals could even see what was around them. The Mist was either weakening (unlikely) or the Avengers were starting to become clear sighted (could be bad).

"Ok, everyone, get out before this thing crashes!" Natasha yelled, gripping the steering gear like a lifeline.

It probably wasn't even her demanding voice that got everyone off the jet quickly, but they did anyway. The demigods and Avengers found themselves huddled behind a concession stand while they surveyed the area. It was easier for the demigods, who could naturally see through the veil of Mist surrounding it. The Avengers' eyes were refocusing every couple of seconds because something like a stuffed bear would turn into a stuffed Minotaur and then back into a bear again.

"Stay close, team. We're in unknown territory," Steve immediately slipped into his leadership role.

"Do you guys see Percy?" Hazel asked, looking around for her friend with a worried expression on her face.

"Um...yeah, I do. Over there," Frank's hand pointed towards the ferris wheel, and everyone's eyes followed it's path.

It led directly to the center of the storm, just as they all secretly knew it would. Everyone wanted to believe their friend or colleague couldn't be capable of creating a "natural" disaster until it happens. Now the team was left to clean up the mess.

"Oh, great. This should be fun," Tony sarcastically commented, seeing that Percy's eyes were closed and he was just sitting there on his knees.

He wasn't even wet, or affected by the storm at all. It seemed to be molding around the boy. The cracks on the ground had even left him alone. Percy was a force of nature.

"How are we going to get to him, let alone make him stop all of this?!" Jason asked, raising his voice to be heard over the screaming wind.

"I don't think he'll hurt us. He let us come down with the plane. If it was anyone else, he would've let it tear apart, but not us. He wants us to help him, and we're going to do just that, okay?" Piper answered, standing up.

She still had to stabilize herself on the cart, but she kept herself up. Everyone else in the group still looked skeptical of her plan, if you could even call it that, but they followed her lead and stood up as well.

With a calm determination only a demigod could possess in the face of battle, she started the trek over to their friend. Percy didn't make a move, either not seeing them or not caring.

"Percy. Percy. Listen to my voice, Percy. Everything is going to be alright. You need to focus on my voice, Percy," Piper started to say even though the wind was carrying it away a second later.

They had to try everything, and given the fact that the wind seemed to slow down just a tiny bit, Piper took it as a win.

The Avengers and the rest of the Seven were making slow movement, their feet feeling like lead as they forced themselves to keep going. They were grabbing onto whatever was nailed to the ground for support as small tremors rocked the building. It was obvious there had been a different, major earthquake that had caused most of the damage, so they weren't complaining about aftershocks.

"Keep going! We're almost there!" Steve yelled, digging his shield into the ground for something to hold onto.

It took a long time for a short distance, but they eventually made it to right in front of Percy. He had still shown no sign of knowing they were there.

"Percy! Can you hear us?!" Jason shouted, grabbing onto his gladius that he had previously stabbed into the ground.

Still no movement, though a tear did fall down his cheek. It was the only water that had actually touched him so far. Everyone but him was soaked to the bone, while he had stayed completely unaffected. Jason kneeled down and tried shaking his friend, only to be pushed back by a blast of water.

While he was sputtering out the liquid, Tony said, "We need a new plan! This isn't working!"

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock! But do you see a plan laying around here somewhere, cuz' I don't!" Piper shouted.

That's when a sea breeze blew through the area and under their noses. Unlike the stormy sea smell that Percy was radiating right now, this one was calming and gave you the feeling of a relaxing day at the beach. Jason was the quickest one to realize what was happening, so he warned everyone else as quick as possible, "Close your eyes!"

The Seven followed his instructions without question, being used to this by now (plus Jason wasn't planning on nearly dying again). The Avengers, however, were a divided front. Natasha, Clint, and Steve all did as they were told, not willing to take a chance on Frank being wrong about whatever he was scared of. Tony and Bruce, did not. They looked around at Frank like he was crazy. Fortunately, they had turned enough so that when there was a blinding flash of light and a small pop, nobody had seen it full-on. What was left afterwards was a man in a hawaiian shirt and sandals. He had tan bermuda shorts and a beat-up old fishing hat with the words Neptune's Lucky Fishing Hat on it. But those weren't the most shocking features about the man. What was most shocking was his similarity to Percy. His skin tone, matching Percy's. His hair color, matching Percy's with only a few more grey spots. His eyes, matching Percy's without a doubt. Natasha was the first of the Avengers to come to the startling realization that this was Percy's supposedly missing-at-sea father.

He was completely unaffected by the storm swirling around them. Physically, at least. He seemed to be really worried about his son, and only spared a glance at the other befores crouching in front of Percy. He put his hands on his son's shoulders and gently shook him.

"Son, wake up," Poseidon said, "You have to stop this."

Percy made a groaning sound and slitted his eyes open. His arms were wrapped around his stomach in pain.

"Ow," he muttered.

Poseidon cracked a small smile, though his eyebrows were still furrowed in worry, "That's what happens when you create a tropical storm and earthquake in the middle of Nevada."

Percy's eyes shot open, "Dad?! What're you doing here?!"

Poseidon gave him a frown, "Making sure my son doesn't kill himself."

Percy grimaced, holding himself just a little bit tighter at the reminder of what was currently still going on around them.

"Percy, what were you thinking?!" the god of the sea exclaimed.

The boy knew he was in the wrong, so he just shrugged and gave his father a misty-eyed, helpless look, "I can't make it stop, Dad. What do I do?"

Poseidon sighed. Seeing how fragile his son was right now broke his heart.

"You can let me help. We'll stop it together."

Percy nodded, letting the deity help him to his feet and support him once he got there. Neither man spared a glance at the assembled group of heroes behind them, instead turning determined faces towards the storm.

"You focus on the earthquakes. I'll take care of the storm, Perseus," Poseidon said.

The son of the sea god nodded, kneeling down so he had his hands placed on the ground. He closed his eyes and focused; focused only on the shaking, and then imagined the shaking receding like the tide. Then, eventually, it stopped all together.

He felt a large weight be lifted off his shoulders at the feeling of his power pulling itself back inside of him. His father had made quick work of the storm, and now all that was left was a trashed mystical hotel and casino.

Percy turned back to father, and gave him a small, grateful, exhausted smile, "Thanks, Dad. And I'm sorry for letting it get so out of hand. I know better than that."

Poseidon grasped his son in a bone-crushing hug, "It's okay, son. I'm not one to talk. Remember San Francisco?" he turned to a whisper, "That was my own version of a temper-tantrum. Don't tell your Uncle Zeus, though. He'd skin me alive if he knew the real reason I did that."

Percy's smile widened just a bit, "Okay, dad. You can let me go now. This is getting weird. We don't do this. You're not even supposed to be here right now."

At first, that last thought was just a flippant comment, but now Percy realized just how much trouble he, or his father, could be in with Zeus because of this.

"Dad! You're not even supposed to be here right now! You have to go! Right now, before Uncle Z finds out!" he shouted, shoving himself out of the hug.

Poseidon laughed, "Persues, think about it. You just created a 7.1 earthquake in Nevada, while simultaneously making a category 5 hurricane pop up nowhere near the coast. I think he noticed. He was actually the one to send me. He thought I'd be the only way to calm you down."

He gave his son a meaningful glance, and he got a sheepish neck rub in return.

Poseidon sighed again, "It's okay. He's not too mad. He's actually pretty happy that it wasn't one of his kids this time."

The god finally turned and acknowledged the other people in the room, giving Jason a look. Jason didn't seem to know what to do with that. He just kinda stood there, in shock that he had been noticed by Neptu- Poseidon.

Frank and Hazel both kneeled, soon followed by the rest of the demigods. It seemed that everyone was still recovering from the storm, and wasn't sure what to do with the fact that Percy's dad (a literal god) just showed up and was speaking with their friend like they were best buds (or more accurately, father and son).

The Avengers were giving incredulous looks to everyone, even the superspies. Ok, so first, a random fisherman shows up, then they find out that the guy is actually Percy's father, and then dad helps stop a natural disaster. But that was all easier to process than the kids kneeling to Percy's dad. Like he was God or something!

"Um, is anyone going to explain what the hell is going on right now?" Tony asked, head whipping back and forth between the look-a-like father and son and the rest of the teens.

Poseidon turned to the billionaire with an amused smile on his face, "Anthony Stark. Nice to finally meet you. My nephew enjoyed your work."

Percy snorted, realizing just what nephew his dad was talking about. Of course Ares would like a weapons manufacturer.

Tony smirked, smug, "Well, thank you, random stranger. That means absolutely nothing coming from you because we have not yet been introduced. I'm Tony Stark."

Poseidon turned to his son, "I like this one. Very brave."

"Give it a minute," Percy said, "It'll pass."

Ignoring the billionaire's protests, Poseidon turned to the demigods assembled, "Rise, half-bloods. You have saved Olympus enough to not need to kneel to me."

They cautiously rose.

"Olympus? Half-bloods? What are you talking about? Who are you?" Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes at the stranger.

She didn't trust him. He radiated too much power, power that was too similar to Percy's for her liking.

"I am Poseidon, Percy's father and a couple other titles. You may call me Lord Poseidon," was the answer she got.

She raised her eyebrows. The guy had a strong god-complex. Though she had met Thor before, and he had one just the same. Maybe these were more Asgardians or something like that.

"What are you?" Clint asked, not realizing just how much he was pushing it.

Poseidon's gaze darkened, "Be careful how you speak to me, mortal. I am being very gracious right now."

"Are you implying that you aren't mortal? Like Thor?" Bruce spoke up, literally surprising everyone.

The fact that he had come along was a miracle in itself, and now he was speaking to this obviously-powerful man.

Poseidon's nose wrinkled in disgust, "Thor is nothing like me. He is no god."

Percy decided to break in before things could get out of hand again, "Ok! Dad, you should probably get going. You know, oceans to run and everything!"

Poseidon's shark-like glare softened for his son and he nodded. But before he could leave, he pulled Percy aside.

"Tell them. You have our permission," he said.

Percy smirked, "I think I got that from you throwing around words like 'Olympus' and 'half-blood,' Dad."

Poseidon turned serious, "Be careful in the near future, my son. You have a rough journey through the Sea of Monsters to rescue Ms. Chase. She is on Polyphemus' island. That is all I could gather for you. I hope it is enough to keep you alive. I know it would be a fool's errand to try and convince you to not go. Your fatal flaw prevents it."

"I'll be okay, Dad. I promise."

Poseidon noticed how he didn't swear it on the River Styx. So Perseus had just as many doubts about this quest as he did. He refused to lose another son, though.

Placing a hand on Percy's shoulder, he spoke one last time, "Just be careful, Percy. For me, if you must."

Percy nodded.

"Alright," Poseidon said, "Everyone close your eyes!"

This time, everyone, including the mortals, listened.

Once the light had died down, Percy turned back to the Avengers and his friends, a hugely-apologetic look on his face.

"I'm so sorry, guys. Did anyone get hurt?" he asked, walking up to them.

"Reports are showing that there were only mild injuries, no fatalities," JARVIS' voice spoke from Tony's suit.

Percy felt some worry leave him at that reassurance, but the peace only lasted so long. He saw that every one of the Avengers were looking to the teenagers for an explanation, and now they had permission to give it.

The son of Poseidon heaved a great sigh, rubbing his gut again, "I think it's time you knew the truth. The full truth this time."

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#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #the avengers #avenger #mcu #superheroes #heroes of olympus #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic #wattpad #series

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babyboy-cody · 5 years

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NO FINE IF YOU INSIST ON BEING A TALENTED, EMOTIONALLY EVOKING WRITER THEN I WANT TO MAKE A REQUEST. FLUFF. MOUNTAINS OF FOURSOME FLUFF. I DONT EVEN ASK FOUT SMUT. THE FOURSOME GOES TO THE FAIR. NOBODY GIVES THEN A DIRTY LOOK. THEY GO ON THE FERRIS WHEEL AND DO RIDES AND TAKE PICTURES AND EAT FAIR FOOD EVEN THO DUNCAN IS PICKY. JIM MAKES DUNCAN TRY IT AND HE ENDS UP LOVING IT. THE CHILDHOOD HE NEVER HAD. MICHAELS SWEET TOOTH POPS OUT. ITS ALL GOOD. PLEATH. (Sorry for yelling but pleath. I beg.)

(ANON,,,,WHY MUST YOU FEED ME THIS BEAUTIFUL REQUEST KNOWING HOW EMOTIONAL I AM??? 🥺😩🥵😤🤧🧻)

Bright lights of every color lined up every corner. Barrels of children run past them to get on the line for Crazy Mouse. There’s bells ringing every time someone won a grand prize. There’s the loud whoosh of a rollercoaster going down the hill. There’s that sweet smell of cotton candy and popcorn.

You couldn’t hide hide your excitement when you entered the gates hand in hand with Michael and Duncan as Jim hung onto Duncan’s arm. You bounced on your feet and shared a wide smile with Jim. You two were the youngest in the group, so your childlike happiness always made Michael and Duncan laugh.

“Where should we go first?” Michael asks you, breaking attention away from staring up at the giant Ferris Wheel.

“We’re definitely doing that last,” you point out and begin to look around. “Lets go on that!”

You point ahead and all three look forward. Michael and Duncan gulp nervously when seeing the red glowing eyes of the Dragon Coaster with misty smoke coming from his snarled mouth.

“I don’t know…” Duncan trailed, but he’d immediately tugged forward by Jim.

When you entered the bars after they scanned your wristband, you and Jim managed to get a seat all the way in the front. Michael and Duncan sat in the row behind you. You eagerly bounced your feet and Jim clapped his hands. There was a loud buzz before the coaster jolts forward, slowly turning its wheels to turn the corner.

“Why did I sign up for this?” Duncan sighs to himself as he holds onto the bar across his lap tightly. “I should’ve lied and said I had a stomach bug or something.”

“What’s we go down the two drops, it’ll be fine,” you nonchalantly say over your shoulder.

“Two drops?!” Michael exclaims as he shares a frightened look with Duncan.

“Here we go!” Jim cheers along with you.

At the end of the ride, Duncan’s face was pale and Michael’s legs were buckling. You and Jim happily commented about the fast ride while holding onto each other.

“But did you hear Duncan’s screams?” Jim cackled and doubled over as he held onto his stomach. “I thought a little girl was sitting behind us.”

“Ha ha ha,” Duncan sarcastically says. “Very funny.”

“They have funnel cake!” You squeal and point at a concession stand that has a large sign on the top.

“What’s a funnel cake?” Duncan questions, eyes furrowing in confusion as he tilts his head.

“You’ve never heard of funnel cake?!” Jim nearly screeches, and he grabs Duncan’s arm to hurriedly pull him to the stand.

You lean against Michael’s side with a smile as his arm wraps around your shoulders. You watch from afar as Jim feeds Duncan a piece of the powdery fatty food. Some sugar gets around the corners of his lips and nose. You laugh as Duncan eagerly eats more while Jim swats him away.

“You know, they have a candy place around here,” you think out loud.

From the word ‘candy’ that left your lips, Michael’s head snapped down to you in an instant. His eyes widened as he began to frantically look around for the said candy store. Duncan and Jim make their way back. The dirty blonde is licking his fingers while the brunette sips his obvious choice of strawberry lemonade.

“They have a candy store,” Michael says with a grin.

After walking around for another half hour, you all find the candy store. Michael hastily walks in and makes a mad dash to the clear bags. You walk around and pick a few fan favorites. Jim coos at a little chocolate bar plushie.

“I’m totally getting this for you,” he teases and kisses your lips gently.

When you get to the counter, Michae has at least three bags filled an assortment of candy. He has a lollipop sucked between his lips as he pays for the bags.

“Did you get us any?” Jim asks as he hands you the plushie.

“No,” Michael scoffs and holds the bags against his chest. “They’re for me.”

“Rude,” you pout and cuddle the plushie, burying your nose into it and inhaling. “Ooh! It even smells like chocolate!”

Jim brightens up and wraps an arm around your waist, planting a kiss to your forehead and nose lightly. Duncan and Michael playfully banter about how fat Michael’s going to get, and the blonde just rolls his eyes and scarfs down a small box of pink Nerds. You let your eyes wander before they widen and brighten up.

“Look!” You day and point ahead.

Both men stop arguing before looking up. Jim chuckles lowly in your ear at the sight of the small photo booth. You grab Michael and Duncan’s arms, the blonde protesting from the bags in his arms. Jim follows behind like an eager puppy as you pull the curtain to the side. Michael goes in first and puts his beloved candy on the ground. Duncan sits in the middle with Jim in the end, according to your words: he has the smallest body. You sit on Duncan’s lap and insert the $5 through the slot.

During the pictures, you all laughed every time Jim nearly slid out of the booth. There was a picture catching Michael mid sneeze and you nearly cried from how much you were laughing. But on epicture that you absolutely loved was of you throwing your head back while the three men lovingly stared at you with large smiles. You each had your own photo strip.

“That was fun!” You giggle and held the strip against your chest in order to keep it from escaping in the wind.

“We’ve been here for nearly three hours,” Duncan groans as he wipes his eyes.

“There’s only one more thing to do,” you grin and hook your arms through Duncan’s and Jim’s. “Follow me, boys.”

The crowds were smaller and the lines were shorter. You stopped in front of the Ferris Wheel and smiled in nostalgia. Memories of you and your father going to the fair every summer filled you with sadness and content. Michael noticed the look on your face and gently ushered you forward. You sent him a kind smile and gripped his hand.

As you all entered the cart, Duncan grabbed onto the pole and shakily exhaled. You sat down and had Jim and Michael on either side of you as Duncan sat beside Jim. It was quiet as the wheel began to slowly turn. The cart rocked lightly. The wind blew through your hair and settled across your warm cheeks. The hung up lights cast colorful shadows along the ride. As it reached the top, the ride stopped.

“This is beautiful,” Michael hums, one hand resting on your arm, gently stroking your soft skin.

“It really is,” Duncan comments as he looks up at the moon and stars.

“I’m happy I brought you here,” you told them. “I wanted to show you a piece of my childhood.”

“I’m glad you brought us. It showed me what kids did back then,” Duncan sighs sadly.

You reached around Jim’s stomach to take Duncan’s hand. His fingers clasped around yours as his thumb stroked your knuckles. Jim rests his hand on top of your thigh. It was quiet again as the cart gently rocked from the wind. You sighed softly and rest your head on Michael’s shoulder. You feel him press a kiss to your hairline, and you smile. You didn’t remember fair’s being this fun.

#FLUFFY FAIR WITH THE FOURSOME #my heart is finally mended #IM WEEPING FROM THE SOFTNESS #i’m so 🥺🥺🥺#i love them🥺🥺🥺#michael x duncan x jim x reader

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my-creative-hell · 4 years

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Meeting (Child Grave au)

“That was so cool Grave! Congrats on the win!” Amelia smiles as she approaches Grave, the race over as they begin to wind down, taking time to tend to their cars and relax.

“Aw, thanks! I-I think you were cooler though, even tho you didn’t win.” Grave returns the compliment, smiling as she looks down at her feet.

“I mean, I did manage to get a cool spin off the track. Coulda done without the crashing part though.” Amelia laughs at her silly joke, her eyes crinkling.

“Are you okay? I mean… you did crash, and that’s not fun.” Grave reasons, tapping her feet against the floor as a small flash of concern passes through her.

“Oh I’m fine! Got a couple of small scratches, nothing more.” Amelia grins as Shaun makes his way over, joining them.

“Hi!” Grave waves happily as Shaun gets to them, smiling as her cheeks glow lightly as Shaun returns her smile.

“Hey Grave. That was some win.” He smiles as he thinks. “Rose was just sayin how cool it looked.” He continues, his smile knowing as he watches Grave’s reaction.

“S-She was?” Grave questions, blushing slightly as her feet tap happily against the floor below her.

“Oh yeah. She thought it was super cool.” Shaun nods, smiling as he watches Grave’s face light up.

“I-I’m glad she likes it…” Grave giggles quietly, making Shaun laugh with her reaction as Jerry and Rose join the group. Grave blushes as they approach, flashing them a smile as her feet tap against the floor more.

“Hey Grave! You did so awesome on the track today!” Rose smiles as they get to the group, her eyes bright and excited.

“Aw jeez, you’re too kind…” Grave looks down at her feet as her face flushes more, her voice hushed.

“No way, it was so awesome!” Rose giggles as she watches Grave, Jerry snorting quietly in amusement.

“Aaaa I’m glad you liked it so much!!!” Grave glows as she speaks, feeling happy as Rose smiles.

“We all liked it Grave.” Jerry laughs quietly, leaning forward to pat her softly on the head as he talks.

“I um… I heard there’s a carnival like an hour away from here. You guys wanna go?” Grave’s voice is hushed as she offers.

“There’s a carnival?!” Amelia exclaims loudly, her face lighting up in excitement as she looks at Grave.

“Yeah, Ferris wheel and all that kinda shit.” Grave smiles, her face still flushed as Amelia bounces, too excited to speak.

“Well I for once think that sounds fun.” Rose laughs as she watches Amelia jump excitedly around Grave.

“Get in then!” Grave exclaims, opening the doors of her car using her abilities as she smiles. Amelia giggles happily, getting into the back of the car with Shaun and Jerry as Rose slips into the front passenger seat quietly, smiling.

“Buckle up please!” Grave gets in the drivers seat, buckling herself in as Rose giggles.

“There we go!” Rose smiles as the others follow Grave’s lead, bucking themselves in securely.

“Thank you!” Grave starts driving, though she keeps a mildly reasonable pace, only a few miles above the speed limit.

“What do you wanna do at the carnival?” Amelia bounces in her seat as she questions Grave, feeling excited.

“Snort cotton candy.” Grave giggles at her own joke as she drives, Rose snorting beside her.

“Is it even snortable?” Shaun questions, laughing in the back as he sits between Jerry and Amelia.

“I mean, maybe. Who knows?” Grave giggles as she drives, upping the speed slightly.

“If you get sick I am not taking responsibility.” Rose warns, laughing as she watches the world go by outside the windows.

“You have to! You love me too much.” Grave smiles happily as she drives, Rose sighing.

“That’s not fair…” She argues quietly, though she doesn’t dispute the fact as she looks at Grave.

“…Okay, I wont snort the cotton candy… but I will eat a slightly concerning amount of it.” Grave reasons, planting a soft kiss on Rose’s cheek as she stops at a red light, Shaun snickering as Rose blushes.

“What?” Grave sounds confused as she questions Shaun, making him laugh as he looks at her.

“You do realise you just kissed Rose in front of all of us, right?” Shaun questions, looking amused.

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend! I can kiss her if I want.” Grave argues, her giggling interrupted with a gasp as she realises something. “O h, I forgot to tell you that…”

“Yeah, you kinda did.” Shaun agrees, laughing as he watches the situation in front of him.

“Well… you know now!” Grave smiles as she starts the car again, driving away from the traffic lights quickly.

“Only you would forget to mention that.” Jerry interjects, giggling from his seat in the back of the car.

“Oh, you shush yer face hole.” Grave laughs. “We h e r e, beech!” She smiles as Amelia practically jumps out of the car in excitement, Shaun following along as Rose unbuckles herself.

Grave leaves the car, waiting for Rose excitedly as she and Jerry get out as well. Rose moves to stand next to Grave, smiling as Jerry goes after Shaun and Amelia, making sure they don’t get into trouble.

“I feel like we should scream at the top of the Ferris wheel or something. Y’know, fun stuff.” Grave smiles as she holds Rose’s hand gently.

“Fun, and also science.” Rose laughs as she starts walking, following after the others as she holds Grave’s hand gently.

“I dunno if I wanna cause chaos or not… probably not, but I’m thonkin.” Grave ponders, her hand warm.

“Maybe small chaos.” Rose offers, smiling as Jerry picks up Amelia in front of them, preventing her from jumping on a man selling balloons at the carnival.

“A very tiny bit!” Grave smiles as she see’s the balloons. “Can I show you something?” She questions, looking at Rose.

“Sure!” Rose smiles as Jerry carries Amelia behind them to prevent her from jumping around, Shaun laughing at her.

Grave pays for a balloon, holding Rose’s hand as she receives it. Their feet cease to touch the ground as they float off of it slightly.

“Wow…” Rose looks happily surprised as she looks down, Grave watching her expression intently.

“I think I can see my house from here.” Grave jokes, giggling as they float higher, Rose laughing happily.

“That’s such a cool view.” Rose breathes out, watching the landscape in front of them with bright eyes.

“We could probably stand on the clouds or something!” Grave exclaims, feeling happy.

“I don’t know if clouds are solid.” Rose reasons, giggling as she watches the world below them.

“Mmm I could make that happen, kinda!” Grave looks at Rose as she speaks. “I gotta let go of this soon cuz we gotta go back down to the b o i s. Okay?” Grave questions.

“Mhm, that’s fine.” Rose smiles as she looks at Grave. “I can only imagine what they’ve done in our absence.” She jokes light-heartedly.

“Maybe eaten a whole food stand.” Grave thinks as she lets go of the balloon, beginning to float down slowly.

“Or scared a whole bunch of bystanders.” Rose offers her idea, giggling as they descend.

“Lets find the chaos emeralds!” Grave laughs as she holds Rose, both of them landing safely.

“Think I found them.” Rose giggles, pointing to Amelia, who is being held by Jerry, preventing her from doing something.

“You did find them!” Grave bounces as they wander over to them. “Hi! Where be the twink?” Grave questions.

“Oh, Shaun went to go and get a drink.” Jerry explains, pointing to the stand as Shaun makes his way back over, though his hands hold nothing in them.

“Ah yes, the twink!” Grave smiles as he approaches them. “But where be dronk?” Grave looks confused as she questions Shaun.

“U-Uh, the line was too long so I decided I’d get one later.” Shaun explains, though he looks uncomfortable as he speaks.

“Ah, okay!” Grave decides not to call Shaun out on what she believes to be a lie, smiling warmly. Shaun returns the smile, holding his hand gently as Grave spots a head of red hair in the line at the drink stand.

“Is that him?” Grave questions rhetorically, looking confused as she hushes her voice, watching the red hair curiously.

“Who?” Jerry watches Grave in confusion, attempting to see what she is looking at as he speaks.

“My dad…” Grave explains, smiling as she confirms her suspicions. “It he!!!” She exclaims happily.

“W-Who’s your dad?” Shaun questions, looking nervous as he looks at Grave, eyes inquisitive.

“The guy with the red hair, he’s really cool.” Grave explains, smiling as she looks at Iden. But Shaun goes slightly pale, looking away, seeming faint.

“What’s wrong?” Grave feels concerned as she watches Shaun become more and more nervous.

“I-I…” Shaun looks down, looking pale and scared. “Your dads not gonna like me…” He explains.

“Of course he will, he’s really nice!” Grave reassures, grabbing hold of Shaun’s hands gently in an effort to calm him down.

“He won’t…” Shaun insists, looking down at the floor as he fidgets uncomfortably in Grave’s gentle grip.

“Why do you think that?” Grave questions, wanting Shaun to feel batter and less stressed.

“I may have…” Shaun trails off for a moment, biting his lip harshly. “Ran into him? Literally…” He explains, looking scared as Grave shrugs.

“He still wont hate you, Shaun… do you want me to prove it?” Grave’s voice is soft as she asks the question, pulling Shun in for a gentle hug.

“H-How are you gonna prove it?” Shaun’s voice is barely above a whisper as he questions Grave nervously, accepting the warm hug.

“I show… I will b r i n g dad.” Grave explains, squeezing Shaun gently in the hug.

“O-Okay…” Shaun debates with himself as he hugs Grave, feeling scared and nervous.

“I’ll be right back!” Grave smiles as she lets go of Shaun, walking over to Iden happily.

“Hey sweetie.” Iden smiles warmly as he see’s her walking towards him, seeming perfectly happy.

“Hello!” Grave smiles as she encases Iden in a soft and warm hug, feeling happy to see him.

“How you doin honey?” Iden returns the hug happily, enveloping Grave in a bear hug as he speaks.

“I’m good! What about you?” Grave pulls away from the hug as she asks the question, gently pressing her nose against Iden’s.

“I’m doing well.” Iden smiles as he returns the affectionate gesture as he lets Grave go.

“Oh!!! I have some b o i s I want you to meet!” Grave wiggles excitedly as she explains, Iden smiling.

“Oh, your friends? I think I may have ran into one already… Shaun, right?” He questions, thinking for a moment.

“Yeah! He’s cool. A cool rat boi.” Grave explains, smiling as she speaks to Iden about her friends.

“Yeah, he looked quite scared when he bumped into me. Ran off before I could help him up and apologise…” Iden explains, laughing quietly.

“Hm… you can apologise now if you’d like.” Grave reasons, wiggling excitedly as she thinks.

“You know who he is, right?” Iden questions, giggling as he begins to walk over to the group, taking his time as he speaks.

“Uh… yeah, Shaun.” Grave laughs at her own joke as she follows Iden, who rolls his eyes.

“He is Shaun. But you don’t think he looks like someone else? The curly black hair, the blue eyes…” Iden prompts, laughing quietly.

“H m m m…” Grave thinks for a moment before it dawns on her, making her gasp and smile, though she quickly frowns. “Oh n o.”

“Yup. You didn’t know he was Jake’s little brother?” Iden questions, laughing as he walks.

“He’s gonna be my u n c l e.” Grave sighs, putting her head in her hands as she walks with Iden.

“Is that the worst thing?” Iden smiles, looking down at Grave in amusement as he approaches the group.

“No, but he’s gonna become twice the rat boi he is and he’s got d a d j o k e s.” Grave explains, waving as Iden laughs. They approach the group, Shaun looking nervous as Iden gets closer.

“Hi! This is dad, I made him.” Grave wiggles happily as she jokes with them, Rose laughing while Amelia waves excitedly, Jerry watching Shaun as he looks more nervous and scared.

Grave gently encases Shaun in a hug, wanting to calm him down as he buries his face into the hug, Iden smiling warmly from behind Grave.

“You’re kind of like… my uncle now.” Grave explains, her voice barely a whisper as she speaks.

“What?!” Shaun pulls back from the hug, looking confused and surprised by Grave’s words.

“Yeah, my dad and your brother are t o g e t h e r.” Grave explains, smiling as Shaun starts to calm down.

“I… was not told of this.” Shaun’s voice is quiet as he looks at Iden for a moment, taking him in quietly.

“Well, the more you know.” Grave laughs, Shaun smiling slightly as he calms down.

“So… he’s not mad at me?” He questions, looking at Iden quietly as he speaks to Grave.

“Nah, quite the opposite… rat man.” Grave glows happily as she explains, Shaun watching her curiously.

“Exactly. I’m not mad at all. Actually felt bad that I knocked you over.” Iden explains, smiling gently.

“See?” Grave smiles, her feet tapping happily against the floor as she watches the interaction.

“O-Okay, thanks…” Shaun smiles happily, looking down at his feet slightly as he calms more.

“No problem, Rat.” Grave smiles as she grabs Shaun’s hand, holding it gently in her own.

“S-Sorry for freaking out…” Shaun apologises, gently squeezing Grave’s hand as he holds onto it.

“Its okay!” Grave smiles, pressing a soft kiss onto Shaun’s forehead as Jerry watches Iden in confusion.

“That’s you.” Grave jokes, trying not to smile as Jerry looks at Iden, who does indeed look a lot like him.

“I know, it’s really weird.” Jerry agrees, giggling as Iden smiles at him in a silly fashion.

“You are my dad now. Go clean your room.” Grave gets closer to smiling as she speaks, though she holds it together.

“My room is clean, what about yours?” Jerry questions, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“Its clean too, just got a few ceiling lizards is all.” Grave insists, giggling now as she breaks.

“Why the fuck are there lizards on your ceiling?” Jerry laughs as he speaks, looking at Grave with an amused expression.

“Because they need a place to stay, dad!” Grave laughs as she argues with Jerry.

“You are so ridiculous!” Jerry continues to laugh loudly, Rose smiling as she watches the exchange.

“Its my specialty!” Grave giggles happily as Rose smiles, watching them. Amelia is running away from the group, dragging Shaun with her to ride on a roller coaster for fun as the rest of the group grows familiar with Iden, quickly growing attached and becoming friendly.

#writing with friends #writing #my writing #original writing #not my oc #others ocs #original characters #original story #child au #alternate universe #sleepisafuckinglie #House of Hell

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karmade · 5 years

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okay... i didnt like far from home.

well, spiderman far from home spoilers ahead.

i honestly never expected that I’ll type up something like that after spider man movie... after homecoming, that comforted my tortured by civil war soul in best way possible, i hoped that far from home will help me, and peter, to cope with endgame.

well, it made me feel worse.

Starting with: NICK FURY. I always had up and down relationship with him, but after Captain Marvel I was really cool with him. Yet in FFH, he hit the bottom way too fast: Fury demands Spider Man to help take down creatures that supposedly destroyed the earth of other dimension: water and fire element creatures. Spider Man, who’s abilities include super strenght, agility, stickiness and webs... is simply just not fit to help with this kind of villians. What exactly Dr Strange is doing, when other dimentions are actually his shtick? Where’s Wanda? What about Hulk, Wakandian soldiers (and tech), hey, where’s Rhodey? There was fucking battalion of superheroes at the end of Endgame, but this supposed apocalyptic villian is only fit to fight by 16 years old teenager? Okay.... Well, I get it that it’s a plot point, that there will be no Spider man movie if this plot point didnt exist, but they could have at least designed a villian more fit to make Spider Man’s abilities essential. ANYWAY: Fury decides on this 16 years old and uses tranquliser on his 16 years old friend (which was not creepy and unnecessary at aaaaaall). But then Peter says no (we’ll get to that later) and Fury? Fucking tries to guiltrip him by using Tony. I am so completely livid about it, Fury saying some shit about ‘oh I guess Stark was wrong about you’ TO A KID TONY LOVED, OBVIOUSLY HAD A HIGHEST REAGARD FOR AND NEVER DOUBTED AND WOULD HAVE NEVER FUCKING ASKED SOMETHING LIKE THAT FROM IN THE FIRST PLACE, FUCK YOU. Fury using Tony to make this KID feel bad about himself, reminding Peter about death of his friend and mentor and, yeah, possibly father figure, basically by implying that apparently Tony would have been dissapointed... that shit was low. The fuck. But Peter still says no, so Nick Fury goes and steers a WHOLE BUS OF TEENAGERS TO EPICENTRE OF DANGER. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEEE. If I’ll hear one more WORD about tony kidnapping peter to berlin after this, I’m going to fucking explode.

EDITH: the first ever Tony Stark’s AI that had no emotions. I used to think that it was Friday operating Tony’s glasses, watch and everything, but it’s beside the point: unlike her brothers and sisters, Edith shows no hints of having her own mind, she’s a THING that can be simply transferred to the wrong guy and dont mind it. JARVIS was able to tell that Ultron was hostile, AND when he was hurt and disentegrated he STILL had a mind to protect nuclear codes without being ordered to. Yet Edith is fine with destroying cities, harming people and killing Spider Man. I guess it’s a small point to be peeved with, since she’s artifical, but it sure would have been nice if Edith (created by Tony who LOVED to be prepared for everything) had protocols to prevent her from being used against civilians (AT LEAST be familiar with Spider Man and Peter Parker to NOT shoot him on command) and they would have had to hack her to remove it. But oh well.

What REALLY hurt me about Edith tho, was how easily Peter let the glasses go. It was unexpected and sad and I’d say rather poorely executed. Again, giving up the glasses was a plot point, but the scene itself, it was done in such way that I felt no reluctance from Peter. It was a thing Tony left for him, a parting gift, yet Peter gives it away like it didnt matter, even more so, it felt like he was happy to part with it, phew, thanks god it’s not my burden anymore! Also, Tony was really, really protective of his tech: his suit, his watch, his AIs, his bots, his glasses... all of them were part of him, never intended to be given over to goverment or military or some stranger. He gave Peter those glasses because Peter could use them like Tony did, discreetly, while out of costume, and because he knew that Peter would NEVER use them to harm people. But seeing Peter giving over those glasses to some stranger he met only two days ago, as some kind of sacrifice to not feel bad about not joining Fury’s new superhero team, that left a bad taste in my mouth. So bad, in fact, that I still feel it.

(And while we’re on topic of AI, what about Karen? Where is she? Peter used 3 different types of costumes in this movie (minus black one that wasnt stark tech) and she never said a word. Thats... weird, dissapointing and sad.)

BECK: That piece of shit. Yes, I hated that it was yet another ‘IT’S ALL TONY STARK’S FOULT!’ origin. Just.. how many more villians ranting about how and why they hate tony marvel wants me to endure? Because I honestly lost count by this point. And yeah, movie didnt try to make Tony problematic, yeah, they did not try to make us sympathetic toward Beck, they kept enforcing the idea of Tony being good and selfless superhero Peter should aspire to be, but. I still hated it. I hated that they dragged Tony into it, I hated villains cheering that Tony is now dead, I hated that they used stark tech to destroy cities and harm people, I hated Beck wearing or just touching Edith... I hated it, okay. And people WILL now use this 'tony steals tech!' agenda out of context how they happily blame tony for 'kidnapping and blackmailing' peter, 'trying to kill bucky in cold blood', 'siding with ross and splitting avengers apart', 'creating murderous bot'... it's now out there, even if BARF is obviously property of SI and Beck is obviously a psycho.

PETER: I love Tom Holland’s Peter Parker. I love him, I never stopped. But. But. In homecoming, Peter’s inner tremor of wanting to be of use so badly but not called up or trusted to be of help was a very well executed theme of the movie. Peter had a bravado of I’M NOT A KID, I CAN DO IT! in the first half of the movie, that led him to failing big time on the ferry, to him having this big emotional choice of WHO, IF NOT ME on homecoming night, to declining an Avenger title. It was so so so so so well done emotionally. And I was so ready to cry my soul out in FFH, expecting Peter to have so much inner struggle between wanting to distance himself from superheroing after endgame and wanting to help people and trying to fit in in tony’s shoes and not seeing himself capable of it... I searched for those undertones so much in every scene, but all I really felt was Peter not really wanting to be in this movie at all. He’s a kid! I get it! He’s a kid I love and want to protect, okay! But after 4 movies of knowing Peter Parker who jumped in the MOMENT someone was in danger, it baffled me how reluctant he was to help in FFH, basically forced to do it. We could theoritise about him having trouble coping after endgame all day long, but after IM3, brilliantly showing Tony struggling to cope after traumatic events, FFH did not deliever. They tried, but, it was some bland dialogue and barely any subtlety, just a kid wanting to go on his date, already, can you please ask someone else?

Scene with Happy was good, tho. How Peter goes to him but is scared to trust him at first, how Happy is gentle with him, the talk, the in plane lab, the music. It was good bit, but. It was just small bit.

Another thing I loved was MJ, who was a delight, her scenes were good and pure, and Zendaya did perfect job on portraying her struggles of liking Peter and worrying about him being Spider Man and still not being sure about it and trying to appear indifferent and above it all... she was really great and endearing and her scenes with Peter were lovely. The kiss(es) scene was one of the purest kissing scenes I witnessed in a superhero movie, god bless it.

HOLOGRAMS: They were scary, I guess. They were disorienting and difficult to follow and 100% made to whoa you with 3D effects. But I felt completely detached from feelings that those illusions should have summoned up, because for the most part Peter wore the mask and thus we could not see his face or read his emotions. Ironman zombie was by far most unnecessary bit, I was scared that Beck would use Tony in his illusions, barely breathing whole thing, but then ironman zombie showed up and I actually relaxed, cringing. It was just that, a scene that makes you pull a disgusted face, not touching your emotions at all. Somehow...disappointing. Also... Tony CONSTANTLY used heat signature scanner to check up where civillians and villians were. It's a feature that exist and could have been greatly used against holograms. But oh well.

POST CREDITS SCENE: So Beck was even more shitstain of a person, okay. So his grand plan B was to frame Spider Man, okay. The scene was supposed to make me jump from my seat with WHAAAAT and kickstart thirst for 3rd movie, but... I just stood up and walked straight out of cinema feeling strangely hollow and disappointed. I guess... it wasn't bad movie? I won't try to change the opinion to those who liked it. I look forward to seeing gifs and reading thoughts of those who liked/loved the movie. I might change my mind on some bits. But I waited for this movie so much and in two hours I barely enjoyed maybe about 15 minutes of it and it's something i never expected after adoring homecoming and all the peter scenes in other movies. Maybe it's that they murdered Tony and I lost ability to enjoy marvel movies anymore, maybe it's just that.

(finally, I guess it’s too picky of me to be peeved by this, but science school teenagers coming up with ‘i will always love you’ google search grainy picture tribute video was so anticlimatic it was uncomfortable to watch. There’s nothing hillarious about death of those characters, and it did not lighten the mood at all, it only made me uncomfortable and wrong footed. It’s also not how teenagers novadays make tribute videos.)

#spiderman far from home #far from home #far from home spoilers #spoilers #spiderman spoilers #spiderman #rant galore

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imaginetonyandbucky · 6 years

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bucky stops Tony from committing suicide even tho they've never met

One More Light

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Bucky's steps echoed on the old wooden bridge as he tightened the straps on his backpack and tucked his face further into his scarf; it wasn’t all that cold outside, but he hated it anyway, hated the sight of his breath in the night air and the ache in his fingers and toes, the sting in his sinuses when his scarf slipped down. This time of night this part of New York was deserted; an old train trestle, barely used, crossed the river and was usually a good place to get some peace and quiet for a night’s sleep. Under his feet the water lapped quietly at the pylons and in the distance he heard a ferry horn calling out through the darkness.

He was watching his footing on the slick slats of the trestle bridge when the sharp smell of whiskey made his nostrils flare. Looking up, he made out the shape of a man sitting on the edge of the bridge, barely visible by the ambient glow of the city’s light pollution. Bucky’s steps slowed; he’d never seen anyone else here before and felt almost resentful that someone else had found his spot. And this guy had no business being here, wearing a suit with his expensive shoes lined up neatly next to him. As Bucky watched, the man took another drink from a bottle and shivered once, sharply.

(Watch out for the break!)

Bucky approached slowly, making sure the guy could hear him coming, and said, “Hey,” feeling a little self-conscious at how raspy his voice was. He cleared his throat and tried again. “What are you doing?”

The man glanced over his shoulder at him and shrugged as he turned to look back over the river. Reflexively Bucky looked out at the view as well; it wasn’t the best, because the glittering lights of the city were blocked out by the warehouses and shipyards that lined this part of the river bank. There were no stars, of course, but there were ships moving out in the darkness, their lights reflecting on the waves. “Just thinking," the man said eventually.

“Mind if I join you?” Bucky said, surprising himself. When the man gestured with the bottle at the spot next to him, he sat down, bringing his knees up so his legs didn’t hang over the edge. From this height it felt like the river was pulling on him, waiting for him to make a wrong move. The thought of going into the cold water made him queasy, bringing up unpleasant memories that Bucky quickly shoved away. “Thanks,” he said as he reached for the bottle, taking a swallow, wincing a little at the burn as he handed the bottle back. “So. What are you thinking about?”

The man finished off the bottle and screwed the lid on with impressively precise movements, considering how much he reeked of alcohol. He leaned over and dropped the bottle into the water, watching as it splashed and floated away. “That,” he said flatly.

“Ah.” Bucky shifted a little, until he was confident that he could grab the man and keep them both on the bridge if he had to. “Why?”

“Well, I guess the easy answer is that I’m dying anyway,” the man said, leaning back and wrapped his jacket closer around himself; Bucky unwrapped his scarf from around his face and draped it over the man’s shoulders. The man smiled a little and thanked him. “So it seems better than doing it slowly, right? But the real answer is that I’m just…tired.”

Bucky wanted to say, Buddy, you don’t know from tired, I got ninety years of being tired, but as he studied the man next to him, the lines on the man’s face, the stubble on his jaw and the defeated slump of his shoulders, he felt a sudden stab of empathy. “Dying, huh? What is it? Cancer?”

“No. It’s a long story. I thought I was smart enough to fix it, but…” He exhaled slowly. “Apparently not.”

“And now you’re tired of trying?”

“Pretty much.” The man leaned forward suddenly and Bucky started to grab him, but the man was just resting his head in his hands, not tipping himself into the river. They sat in silence for a while and then the man scrubbed his hands over his face with a sigh and sat back up. “So what are you doing here?” For the first time the man seemed to take a good look at Bucky, his ragged backpack and the fact that he was wearing four layers of clothes that had definitely seen better days. Bucky lifted his chin and met the man’s eyes, refusing to be embarrassed; he had showered and shaved just that morning and his clothes were clean, so at least he knew he didn’t reek. He had a job, even if it did pay less than minimum wage and it was all under the table. He was doing well, goddammit, even if he still had shit show days where he lost time or forgot who he was and what he was doing. He waited for the look in the man’s eyes to change, for his lip to curl, but the man’s gaze just lingered on Bucky’s face before he looked away at the water again.

“I just got off work,” Bucky said. “And on the other side of this bridge there's a spot where you can sleep without anyone hassling you. My name is Bucky, by the way,” he added, holding out his hand.

The man shook it and said, “I’m Tony.” Just then a pocket in his jacket buzzed and when he pulled out his phone, Bucky saw the name Rhodey flash on the screen before Tony silenced it and put it back.

“Who was that?”

“Just a friend,” Tony answered shortly. His phone buzzed again but this time Tony ignored it.

“Looking for you?” Tony just shrugged. “So are you tired of him, too?” Tony looked at him sharply but Bucky just raised an eyebrow. “I mean, you’ll be leaving him behind, right? If you decide to, you know,” he gestured towards the river. Tony’s phone buzzed again, as if it was agreeing with Bucky. “Seems like a shame. I bet a friend like that would be devastated, and I bet he’s not the only one, is he?” Tony’s lips tightened as he shook his head. His next inhale was shaky and before he looked away Bucky saw wetness on his cheeks. "Do they know? About the…not-cancer?”

“No.”

“That’s dumb,” Bucky said bluntly, feeling just daring enough to soften his words by touching Tony's shoulder gently. “You’ve got these people who love you and you’re not letting them help you? If I had someone who cared about me enough to call - what’s this, the fourth time in as many minutes? - I would…” Bucky had to trail off because his chest grew tight. “Death would have to drag me away kicking and screaming,” he said finally. Which it kind of had. Bucky shoved that memory away as well.

It was quiet for a while, except for the sound of the water and the ships in the distance, until Tony said, “It seems like you care a lot. About what I do.” Bucky heard the question in his words. It took him a while to figure out the answer, to understand why he stopped to talk instead of just walking past.

“Because…” he started, and then hesitated, staring down at his gloved hands, feeling the weight of Tony’s eyes on him. “I’ve thought about it, too. Just…stopping. Giving up. But…I fought really hard, to get away from a bad place, from some bad people. Now I'm trying to get to a good place and be a good person, you know? To make up for..." Bucky pressed his hands to his eyes to stop the images that flashed behind his eyelids. "Anyway. So when I get…tired…I have to believe that all that fighting was for something. But when I see that someone else is fighting, too, and then they give up, it makes it a little harder for me to keep going. Does that make sense? It’s easier to be brave when the guy in the foxhole next to you is being brave, to fight when he’s still fighting.” He looked up to see that something in what he said had made Tony’s eyes sharpen.

“Do you recognize me? Do you know who I am?”

Bucky squinted at him. Was this a trick question? “Um…you’re Tony?”

Tony stared at him hard for another minute before he went “huh” and looked back out over the river. But his back was a little straighter and he seemed to be staring at the horizon instead of the water, so maybe what Bucky said had actually helped even if Bucky had felt like an idiot saying it. The silence stretched; the waves blepped against the pylons of the bridge, coming faster as a boat passed out on the river. A plane roared overhead, and now that he was just sitting here Bucky realized that under the chill of the air he could smell the river, fecund and sour with pollution. Tony smelled like whiskey and cologne and, strangely, grease. He was just starting to wonder if he should leave when Tony finally spoke again.

“You’re right. I thought I was making it easier on everyone by not telling them, but now I realize I was just…”

“Feeling sorry for yourself? Having a pity party?” Bucky finished helpfully, smirking when Tony narrowed his eyes at him.

“Oh, are we in the tough love part of the evening now?” His flat tone couldn’t cover up the fact that Tony was trying to smother a smile as well. “Fine. Sure. Feeling sorry for myself.” As if he'd made a decision, he started to put his shoes back on. Bucky stood and helped him to his feet, smiling when Tony made a funny face.

"Wet socks?"

"Wet socks," Tony confirmed, shuddering a little.

"So,'' Bucky said, shoving his hands into his pants pockets and rocking on his heels a little. He couldn't stop smiling at Tony. "Ready to start trying again?"

"Yeah, I am. Maybe some fresh eyes will help." Tony shivered a little as the wind blew and brought up a little mist from the water. He started to wrap Bucky's scarf tighter around himself, then with a rueful look started to take it off.

"Please, keep it," Bucky said. "Until your friend comes for you. You are going to call him, right?"

Tony nodded absently, hand going to his jacket pocket where his phone had stopped ringing but kept buzzing intermittently with messages. At the movement, the moonlight glinted off a watch on his wrist and something about that caught Tony's attention. Bucky gave him a puzzled look as Tony stared at the watch for a while and then started to unstrap it from his wrist. "Here, please, take this," he said, holding it out.

"Um, ok." Bucky took it warily. He was no connoisseur but he could tell it was a pricey fucking watch, with a nice leather band and the words BULGARI marching around the face, which had way too many dials on it to be able to quickly tell the actual time. "Why? I don't want payment for Christ's sake-"

"No, no, it's not like that." Tony crossed his arms over his chest and hunched a little against the chill breeze, or maybe against whatever memory made his jaw tighten like that. "The man who gave me that watch tried to kill me, like, a lot. I was wearing it to...I don't know, as a reminder of something, who even knows what anymore. But now it's just one more thing making me tired. So please, I want you to have it so that next time you feel like giving up you can remember the time you helped someone else keep fighting, and maybe it will make it easier."

Bucky swallowed thickly as he strapped the watch to his left wrist. Then he dug under his shirts and unhooked one of his dog tags off the chain from its twin. "I'll trade. This way you'll have something next time you get tired, yeah?" After a long moment of hesitation Tony reached out and took it, turning it over in his fingers before he put it in his pocket. Tony opened his mouth to say something just as his phone started buzzing again. Bucky raised his eyebrows expectantly, and Tony rolled his eyes at him as he answered.

"Hey, Rhodey." Bucky smiled and hitched his backpack higher on his shoulders as he started walking, leaving Tony to what sounded like the beginning of an epic bitching out. Tony could barely get a word in edgewise. "I know- I'm sorry - wait. Rhodey! Stop! Take a breath! I said I'm sorry, ok? I need your help." Bucky heard Tony's impatient exhale at something the person on the phone said. "No, not just getting home, ok? It's a long story. But yes, I would like a ride home." Pause. "You know, I don't actually know where I am."

As Rhodey raged in his ear, sounding more worried than angry, Tony watched Bucky walk away until he disappeared into the darkness like some mysterious stranger in a movie. Tony wanted to run after him, offer him a job or a home or a fucking coffee, at least, but something kept his feet rooted to the bridge, unwilling to break the surreal turn the night had taken as soon as the guy had sat down. Dressed like a hobo but clear eyed and handsome as hell, it was hard to believe that Bucky had happened to come by just as Tony had decided that when the bottle of whiskey was done, so was he. "I think I'm near Battery Park," Tony said, forcing himself to turn and walk in the opposite direction. "Can you pick me up there?"

Tony was all the way back to the park by the time Rhodey had finally wound down enough that Tony could hang up. While he waited, he fished the dog tag out of his pocket and squinted at it with the light of his phone. His knees went weak and he sat down heavily on the nearest bench when he saw the name on the tag. "What the actual fuck?" he said in disbelief, reading the tag over and over as if it would change the more he read it. Barnes, James Buchanan. "I mean...what?"

He turned and stared back at the nondescript bridge crossing the water where apparently a fucking ghost from the fucking 1940s had just saved his life.

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #suicidal ideation #prompts #dracusfyre #Anonymous

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henry-hart · 6 years

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question time

I’m making my own post too bc I know it’s gonna get long. lolol

First off, thank you Lou for tagging me. :))))) You tagged most of my friends in your post, so I just have a few people to tag lol @sleepylilsnowflake @sunbeameyes (take your time Nikki <3) @shonashee @writing-excuses ***you all aren’t required to do this. just, if you want to :)))

I. Nickname?

(Fun fact: Em is my actual first name--like, it’s not a nickname or short for Emily or Emma. Just Em) my nicknames are all longer than my actual name, and I have a lot, but the ones my fam uses the most are Emmers, Ems, and Emmy.

II. Gender?

Female

III. Star sign?

Pisces

IV. Height?

I think I’m like 5′3″??? I’m not sure. It’s been awhile since I’ve been to the doctor or measured myself alkjslkjslk

V. Favorite feature?

Uhhhhh myyyyy.....ears? I guess??? Is that lame??? lolol They’re just small and I pierced them so many times, so my earrings look cool. I don’t know. I don’t really find any of my features good ashkjskajk

VI. Favorite color?

Yellow! It makes me happy!

VII. Favorite animal?

I have the hardest time answering this hhhhhh I love all animals, but I guess....it’s gonna have to beeeeeee......tigers? I love that they like to swim despite being in the feline fam, and they’re so beautiful. Sorry to all the other animals. I love you all equally.

VIII. Average hours spent sleeping?

lol wut is sleep???? Just kidding kind of. Well, it depends on the kind of day I’m having. I mean, I just woke up an hour ago, and it’s three in the afternoon ajskjsklj. So, sometimes it’s a classic 10+ hour depression nap, or it’s the “I can run on three hours of sleep no problem.” Hardly ever do I sleep a healthy 8 hours. :(

IX. Dogs or cats?

ugh another “choose an animal” question. I can’t. I love dogs and cats, and I have both.

X. Number of blankets you sleep with?

In the summer, just one so I don’t die of heat exhaustion, but in the winter, I use two.

XI. What’s your dream trip?

Honestly, I’d love to plan a trip to hit every continent (apart from Antarctica bc no) and just see all the major countries and cities and just experience all the cultures of the world. Places I’d look most forward to on that trip would be Australia, Spain, annnddd the Scandinavian countries as well as Iceland (unless that’s considered Scandinavian???) :)

XIV. How many followers do you have?

On this blog, I think I have 80? I’m not sure. I’m surprised I even have that many a;kljskljs Thank you all!

XV. How many pets do you have?

A cat, a dog, two fish, and a turtle--so five.

XVI. Best places to visit in your town or country?

My town is sh*t, so there’s nothing “best” about it. As far as my country goes, I mean, where do you start? I’ve never been to most of these places, but probs the ever classic New York, Cali, Florida (I have been to FL, but not deep in the panhandle). I mean, they’re not really “talked about,” but I’d love to see Oregon and Washington.

XVII. Favorite ice cream flavor?

I’m in the 2% of people who actually like strawberry alkjslksj

XIX. Favorite study locations?

When I was in college, my dorm was on a little campus lake, so I’d take my studies out there bc it was really calming. I didn’t usually study in the library bc I couldn’t take the heavy feeling of desperation and stress and anxiety coming from everyone else in there.

XX. Favorite book series?

Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh this is a really hard question bc I’m ALWAYS reading. Hmmmmm maybe HP bc it’s one of the first series I completed???

(I don’t know if I was supposed to answer those questions, but here’s the second set lolol)

1. Favorite band/music group?

I am not good at making decisions like this. Maybe The Doors? Gotta love that classic psychedelic rock. RIP Jim Morrison.

2. Favorite subject in school?

I always loved English (duh lol) and science--esp biology.

3. Fruits or veggies?

Both! I don’t eat meat lolol

4. What’s an inside joke you have?

God, I wish I was cool enough to have all these cool insiders with friends, but I just don’t. My lil bro and I have a lot tho. Like, we’ll watch funny videos or play the same video game or watch the same tv show, so we can crack jokes about that stuff that makes everyone else go “???” Also, he and I are big on vines, so we make about 50 incredibly well-placed vine references every day. lolol (he’s my little buddy--I say little, but he’s 16 alkjljslksj)

5. Ever been to Disney?

No. >:( I’ve never been able to afford it, but ONE day.

6. Do you like rollercoasters?

I’ve only ever been on minor ones, but I enjoyed those, so maybe I’d like the major ones?

7. Favorite movie?

One of the first movies I remember watching was Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and that’s a classic. It’s def one of my faves. I also watched The Labyrinth a lot as a kid. I JUST REMEMBERED CORALINE IS A THING, AND I LOVE THAT MOVIE. SO CORALINE IS MY FAVE.

8. What’s your dream job?

Something that categorizes as philanthropic. I just want to be able to help and talk to people all over the world. :)))) (also, if any of my young followers are stressed about not having it figured out, I’m 22 and have no idea what I’m doing. It’s okay.)

9. What’s something you wish you were good at?

Art or dancing. Ah, to have been one of those art students in college.

10. What do you listen to during long car rides?

I make me some rad af car ride playlists skljakljskl I have ones for summer car rides, ones for night car rides, ones for driving in the rain--I’ve got it all. lolol

11. Favorite warm drink?

I don’t usually drink warm drinks, but I occasionally have tea.

Now for Lou’s questions ;)

1) Favorite video game?

I play a LOT of video games, but one of the first I ever played was Super Mario on the Nintendo 64, so probs that. I also like Halo and Skyrim a lot.

2) What is one album you’d recommend?

The 1975 - The 1975 (it’s a self-titled album)

3) What type of weather do you like most?

I’d like to say warm, sunny weather bc I like it in theory--the feeling of the sun on your skin, light hair, dark skin, being outside, etc.--but it’s just not realistic. The rain is more likely bc I get inspired to write and I have an excuse to stay inside akjslksj

4) What mood are you currently in?

A very “blah” mood. There’s so much I want to get done, but I have NO motivation.

5) Favorite comfort food?

This is gonna be really lame, but it’s cereal. When I was in college, I could only afford cereal, and after going sometimes days without eating, to have that bowl of cereal was just a godsend. :)

6) What is one of your main hobbies?

READING! I have a literal wall of books in my room. I’ve been avidly reading since I was about eight years old.

7) Your opinion on the pineapple on pizza discourse?

Don’t like it. At all. That tangy fruit taste mixed with cheese and red sauce? No.

8) Someone you really look up to.

My mommy. <3333 She’s an incredible woman, and she just embodies everything that feels motherly. Most of my friends call her mom bc that’s what she is, through and through. I aspire to be like her in life because she’s just so full of love and comfort and warmth. I love her so much. (I’m crying now thinking about her alkjlksjslk)

9) A joke that makes you laugh.

It’s silly, but my little sister read it off a Laffy Taffy, and I lost it. “What kind of music are balloons afraid of? Pop music.” aklsjlskj same

10) How was/is your day?

Eh. I haven’t been awake for most of it, so I don’t really know alkjlksjs;l

Here are my questions!!! And, for the people I tagged, feel free to answer whichever set of questions you’d like! You can answer all, some, none--whatever you’d like!

1- What’s your comfort TV show/movie?

2- Favorite word and least favorite word?

3- Something (or someone) that makes you happy. :))

4- Biggest fear? (it can be a silly fear if you’d like)

5- What was the last thing that made you really laugh. What made you really cry?

6- Do you prefer the country or the city?

7- Which HP house are you in?

8- One word you’d say describes you best.

9- Cringiest thing you’ve ever done.

10- How long have you known your oldest friend? (by oldest I mean years you’ve known them not how old they are akdljlkjs)

Enjoy!

#this was fun #thank you lou for tagging me!!!#i hope you guys don't mind being tagged #have fun!#not henry danger

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Sunday 28 July 1839

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Dull morning F65° at 4am a shower between 4 and 5 am our Inn seems upon a wide moor, the whitewashed church at some distance standing along its parish houses so scattered – off at 5 17/.. from Hede – heavyish showers stop by the way at 6 22/.. a little distance from the post station at Skallerug [Skälleröd?] (Tzchellăre, Tzchellăry) and the man said if he was not too much hurried, he would take us to Wip thro’ Eist, a post station, 1 ¾ mile

July Sunday 28 – narrow granite girt, fir-sprinkled, unfertile vale – farmers thinly stewed – thin crops of corn – off from just before Skallerug [Skällerö] in about 1/4 hour at 6 37/.. and at 6 ¾ a few hops tall and looking well – this stage (about 8 am) observe white water lilies lotus of the north, on the river and shallow lake – Stage at 8 35/.. but drove on – at 9 47/.. stop at pretty custom-house at Hogdal and pay a six dollar = 32sk. Banco instead of 24sk. B- as as proposed by the man himself to avoid being searched – he owned giving anything was not compulsory – I offered him a rigs dollar note – because I could not spare my small notes – the man had no change and quietly pocketed the whole – off to the Inn close to the custom house – could not have horses of 1 ½ hour would have breakfasted but had eaten of our rice pudding at 9 – alighted at the neat little wood Inn at Hogdal – picturesque scattered little village or town – had a good room (village Inn) to our ourselves and sat inking over accounts and this little book till off again at 12 ¼ - Talk about the road to Frederickshald [Fredrikshald] – Handbook says we might go by Helle or Westgaard – It seems Helle is supprimée – must go to Westgaard – very beautiful drive from Hogdal rocky woody, narrow, beautiful broken vale – our road lying partly thro’ a forest of pines – this now seems by far the most picturesque beautiful stage since Götheborg [Gothenburg] – it began to rain as we alighted at Hogdal and tho’ a gleam while we were there began again just before we set off and from 12 ¼ for 50 minutes rained tremendously – rained – all the way to the ferry – then almost fair for ¼ hour

SH:7/ML/TR/12/0011

The scenery at the ferry very beautiful – up and down the river equally beautiful – fine mamelonné wooded granite or gneiss mountains – neat good-looking Inn on the Norway side and picturesque hut or 2 on the Swedish side on which a new road making to avoid the tremendously steep descent upon the ferry – should like to stay a day at the Norway side Inn – Passport visé – ferry 2sk. Banco per person and a dollar Banco for carriages large or small – our Hogdal horses took us forwards – still rain – the carriage embarked on the ferry-raft or barge in 5 minutes and disembarked in the same – over in 10 minutes – at the ferry at 1 ½ - over at 1 ¾ - off from there at 2 – passed Helle at 2 33/.., an old farmhouse looking dilapidated, and at 2 35/.. alighted here Westgaard – very nice good looking wood-built farmhouse – Still rain and likely for nothing but rain – Frederickshald [Frederikshald] 3/4 mile off – Frederickstad [Frederikstad] 3 ½ mile off – horses from here to be in at 1st they said in 2 hours than in ½ hour! but would take us till 8 to reach Frederickstad [Frederikstad] – ordered dinner – sent off forebud – looked about in the kitchen etc. – no fire in company part of the house – dinner pork-pancake with bacon inside bread and butter and thick milk – everything good – dinner from 4 20/.. to 5 – then inked over accounts and wrote so far of today till 6 ¼ - Still rain – glad we stopt

July Sunday 28 – here – then getting change for 5 Norwegian species and counting it over etc. till 8 – no difficulty in getting change here as in Sweden where it seems as if it was not to be had very terribly rainy night and F61 17° now at 8 pm

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Good job fam we made to the end of 2017, another year on this godforsaken rock. Thank you for bearing with me through my 3 week disappearance at the end of each school term and humoring my weird shitposting about various topics you may or may not care about. And y’know, thank you for loving Sebastian Moran with me. I’ve chewed my figurative nails over making this because follow forever things make me nervous that I’ll leave someone out and they’ll be sad so if you don’t see yourself on here and think you probably should be, I’m sorry, I love you, and I’ve let you down.

So anyway here’s your free promo for you fucks

The Squad (pronounced like ‘dad’):

@multamusae / @julesryley: somehow even though i sacrificed you in a chatzy group at age 14, you still stuck with me through all my awfulness and i really don’t know how you had the strength to do that. because it’s 6 years later and somehow we’re still talking. what sort of bullshit is that. I love every muse you write and also all of your cats (tell them i love them). keep being awesome and absolutely unapologetic.

@gunmetclgrey: literally you have no idea how much i look forward to your surprise Moran questions and just general dragging of Sebastian, because as I’ve said so many times before, he deserves it. Seb would not be anywhere near who he is today without you and without Alex. I love Alex from the bottom of my goddamn heart and I know you love her just as much because you write her so well and show so much care in her characterization

@codedsarcasm / @standingstcnes / so many other blogs you have a problem: i love nessa so much and i love how much you care about every character you write. It’s true that i’m your worst half and beleive me I will keep the angst coming in the new year so #get #ready tho i know your retaliation will be swift and brutal. but also! the good times! they exist and it is beautiful, even if we’ll never allow our characters to go there.

@malvive / @agenttrevor: look here, you. i’ve loved victor since i stalked some of your threads and i loved him even more once i started writing with you. i love your disaster of a man and i love the fact that our disaster men are even Worse when together. Obviously, we haven’t written as much together in terms of Malik and Seb, but I am so excited to do so and I love him already. Real talk, i love your ability to mix humor and seriousness and just your writing style in general is Amazing. Also thank you for being someone i can scream about when the Literature Mood hits and yknow just in general

@suburbanrelapse / @holmescouture / @neonnoirqueen: did you know? have i told you enough? i love Doll so much and I love Sherlock so much and I love the Queen so much. I love writing with you in every AU possible (and i anticipate with glee many more) bc all of your characters are so lovingly written and come to life so easily. Also I love you for encouraging my undying love of Frank motherfucking Castle. Maybe one day I’ll actually keep up a dis.cord convo that doesn’t have a point in the middle where i disappear for like a month.

@paxpenguiina / @qx3ry : came for the Severin, stayed for all of your characters. I love Kristen and I love Oswald. Anyone who wants to shut you down had better fight me first bc how? could you? ever think? that you don’t play them well? you obviously care so much and are so damn devoted to writing them well and in a lovely fashion.

@notasoldierseverin: I love your Severin. I will never not love your Severin. Did you kno that I thought Severin was a real, canon character until I was rudely awakened. Guess what doesn’t matter? That fact because holy shit do you breathe life into him.

A challenger appears. Actually, several:

@ahopefulbunch + @ccnsultingcriminal + @militarytrash + @thewxman + @shrxwdroyalty + @griifterschriistmas / @griiftersparadiise + @mcstdangerous + @crimeinclined + @vxnomouspoxson + @photographcr + @blackvclvct + @thesecondmost + @notyouraveragesecretary + @flight-of-the-thieving-magpie + @vorantjack + @criminalsandtea + @hittcr

I’d write all a you a paragraph too, but unfortunately I am lazy and tired, so please know that I love you, your writing, and your characters. Some of you I talk to more than others. Some of you I’ve written with recently, some of you a longer time ago. Please know how much I value your presence on the dash and just in general, no matter what the case may be.

How many people do you follow? (great question, the answer is 182):

So uh guys, time is, as they say, a social construct, but also limited so if you want to take a peep at the other folks I follow and luv seeing on my dash, go to mobile or here and check out that shit. also you can see how bad i am at unfollowing archived blogs so there’s that too.

If you didn’t see your name on here or where you thought it would be, all I can say is that I am sorry and I still love you even though I’m a forgetful asshole.

This is, to quote Ferris Bueller, the end. Go away.

#and what art | ooc #ooc #oh god well at least im going to dinner #now

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Rollercoaster // (Zach x Reader)

Summary: Zach takes you on a date at the local fall carnival.

A/N: This was not requested. Hope you guys enjoy this imagine; I know I take super long with these so it means a lot that none of y’all have complained about my lazy ass. LOL. I’m so happy you guys enjoyed my past imagines, thank you so much for the notes. <3

Warning(s): A little cussing

“Two wristbands, please,” he asked the ticket salesman at the entrance of the fall carnival. It was a Wednesday afternoon and the local carnival was filled with Liberty High students who had just begun Thanksgiving break. “I cannot wait to get my hands on a funnel cake and eat it all up,” he said while waiting for the wristbands.

You and Zach Dempsey had been longing for one another ever since you transferred into Liberty High. You were quickly recruited to the cheer team, and though every single jock’s eyes were set on you, your eyes were set on Zach.

After months of late night phone calls, study sessions, and casual after-practice fast food runs, he finally gathered up the courage to ask you out on a real first date.

You had always felt comfortable and open around Zach since you became good friends over time, but now that you were on an official date, it’s as if you forgot how to talk to him. Your mind left your body as you grew more and more nervous. You couldn’t believe you were on an actual date with the one and only Zach Dempsey.

“Sounds delish,” you softly let out.

After putting on your wristbands, you kept to yourself, placing your hands in your coat pockets as you both made your way inside the carnival. You refused to show any signs that you were nervous, but Zach saw right through you.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked, concerned.

Concealing your distress, you shrugged, “Yeah, I’m just a little cold, that’s all.”

“Well, here,” he said, pulling you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I’ll keep you warm.”

You looked up at him as he flashed you a kind smile, and all of a sudden, you felt at ease. Zach was a great friend, a good guy in general, and he asked you on a date, not anybody else. You had nothing to worry about.

An hour into the date, he had already won you 2 huge stuffed animals, both of which he confidently lugged over his shoulders the entire time. You waited inside the carnival as he went to the parking lot to put the stuffed animals into his car. You were honestly getting sick of all the carnival games, and so when Zach came back, you threw a new idea at him.

“Hey Zach, why don’t we ride The Boomer?”

The Boomer was the most popular rollercoaster at the carnival. Everybody who attended rode it at least once. It was the tallest and steepest ride there, with one upside-down loop, and a 90-foot drop. It was terrifying yet invigorating all at the same time.

Zach gulped, as his eyes began to travel away from yours, “Um, yeah, sure, if that’s what you want.”

After 20 minutes of talking and watching Zach fidget with his fingers in line, you both finally sat down inside the rollercoaster cart. He wrapped his arm around your waist, as the ride operator began to speak into a microphone.

“Everybody, arms up!”

Zach shot you a confused look, and you raised your arms up, signaling him to do the same. A bar arose and secured tightly into your laps.

“Oh god, it’s happening,” you heard him mumble.

The rollercoaster began to slowly move forward, the sound of creaking and cranking filling the air. Though, above all the noise, you could still hear Zach’s faint panting in the background.

“Zach, you good?” You asked, looking at Zach, who was forming sweat on his forehead.

“Great,” he responded almost immediately.

The rollercoaster was making its way up to its peak right before the 90-foot drop, when Zach finally blurted out, “I’m scared of rollercoasters.”

Your jaw dropped in shock, and you responded, “What the hell, you’re kidding.”

He looked at you with widened eyes, shaking his head, “I’m really not.”

The rollercoaster increased its speed as it faced its infamous 90-foot drop.

“ZACH!” You screamed with rage, as the ride sped down the drop.

You managed to interlock your fingers in his as you held his hand for the entire duration of the ride. All you could make out from Zach were “holy shit’s,” “holy fuck’s,” and “whatthefuck whatthefuck whatthefuck’s.” You couldn’t lie, it was the funniest thing you have ever witnessed. It was the last thing you’d ever expect from a 6’3” jock built like a god.

You could hardly breathe from laughing too much. It was actually quite adorable the way he closed his eyes the whole time, his dimples prominent from screaming, and his hair being blown all over the place from the speed of the ride. He squeezed your hand so hard it lost feeling.

By the end of the ride, your hair was a hot mess and Zach was still sitting there closing his eyes, gripping onto your hand as tightly as he could. He was well aware the ride ended, but refused to look.

“You’re fine, Zach,” you reassured him as the ride came to a full and complete stop. “You can open your eyes now.”

He let out a long breath, and opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright lights.

“You did it,” you beamed at him, and kissed him on the cheek. A shy smile crept up on his lips as he began to blush out of embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were scared of rollercoasters?” You asked, watching him devour an entire funnel cake to himself.

With a mouth full of food, he replied, “I didn’t wanna seem like a loser. You’re a cheerleader, you’ve been thrown up like 20 feet into the air. All I do is shoot hoops.” He licked whipped cream off of his finger. “Honestly? You’re too cool for me, Y/N.”

“I am not!” You dipped your finger in whipped cream and put it on his nose. “And you’re not a loser. You’re my loser.”

You cringed at the cheesy line you had just said, but quickly moved on as you watched Zach cross his eyes looking at his own nose, trying to lick the whipped cream off. You sat there adoring how cute he was. “Why don’t we go on another ride?”

Zach stopped what he was doing and shot you a fearful glare.

Next thing you both knew, you were sitting on a ferris wheel, admiring the view of the carnival. It was beginning to get chilly and you shuddered ever so slightly.

“Cold, babe?” Zach asked. The word “babe” sent shivers down your spine, making you shudder even more. Your heart began to race and you felt the same way you did when you first entered the park.

“A little,” you responded. He took off his letterman jacket and wrapped it around you.

You helped him adjust it around your shoulders, and asked, “What about you?”

He smiled, wrapping his arm around you. “Don’t worry about me.”

You spent majority of the ride cuddling and staring at the sunset. The sound of screams and laughter from the carnival down below were faint enough that you could hear Zach’s soft breathing as you rested your head into his neck.

The wheel had made about one rotation when you almost fell asleep in his arms, until he awakened you with a snide comment. “This ride is way too intense for me.”

You looked up at him and rolled your eyes. “I know right,” you responded sarcastically.

“No I’m serious,” he chuckled. “Being on this ferris wheel with you is making my heart beat ten times faster than it did on that other ride, surprisingly.”

You blushed in response, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Feel it.”

He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, on which you felt his heart thump, slightly rapidly.

All you could let out was a soft “damn,” the ferris wheel rotating slowly until you both finally reached the top. You hadn’t noticed that Zach was looking down into your eyes the entire time, and when you finally realized it, you felt your stomach drop and changed the subject.

“So. The Boomer. Probably the scariest thing you’ve ever done huh?” You asked.

He didn’t take his eyes off yours, “Nah, I’ve done scarier things.”

“Like what?”

“Like this.” He slowly leaned in and cupped your face softly, pressing his lips against yours. You felt his eyelashes brush your cheek as you kissed him back. You placed your hand around his neck, and pulled him closer to you. It was the most magical feeling you’ve ever felt.

You let go, looking into his eyes and smiled shyly, once again snuggling back into his side. Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears, and you looked across the carnival and took in all its beauty.

“Kissing me was the scariest thing you’ve ever done?” You asked jokingly, intertwining your fingers with his.

He exhaled deeply, “Kissing you? Nah. Kissing you at the top of a ferris wheel when I’m scared of rides? Terrifying.”

You snickered at his comment, and hit him playfully as he laughed back.

“I’m kidding,” he said, as you both reached the bottom of the ferris wheel. He got off first and offered his hand to help you off.

He continued to hold your hand, dragging you excitedly across the carnival, leaving you in the dark about what was happening.

“Zach, where are we going?”

He looked back at you with a smirk on his face, “Wanna ride The Boomer again?”

You stopped and pulled your hand away. “Aren’t you scared of it?”

“Yeah, but not when I’m with you,” he answered with a grin. He watched as you began to blush, and asked again, “So do you wanna ride it or not?”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him behind you, “I thought you’d never ask.”

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! I had no idea how to end it I hope it wasn’t disappointing or anti-climactic lol. Thanks for the support you guys; All my original posts are tagged #zachdtfdempsey! (A lot of the gifs/pics aren’t mine tho, just a disclaimer) ALSO I’m so stuck with what to do with the requests in my inbox, I cannot come up with anything! If any of you writers wanna snatch them from me, lmk!

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