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valkyriecrane · 2 years

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Liminality (The Owl House - Collector!Luz fic idea thing idk?)

It takes 26 seconds for a teenaged human girl to bleed out from having her femoral artery severed. Luz wasnt sure why this was the first thing that went through her mind when Belos’ blast slammed into her thigh, but there you go, the human brain really does have a mind of its own sometimes. 25 Seconds now, she thought, as her breathing slowed down, heart beating loud in her ears. Time seemed to stretch out, the gaps between the seconds getting longer and longer. Luz was dimly aware of the fighting around her, a last stand of the rebellion in an attempt to thwart Belos’ draining spell. Hunter and Willow, back to back against a dozen scouts, bolts of golden energy and strange plants of death flying out. Amity, Lillith and Eda facing off with a pair of coven leaders, abominations clashing against the brute strength of the construction coven leader. She had maybe 20 seconds left at this point, her red blood pooling on the ground, filling runes, flowing through crevasses in the skull of the titan. As she collapsed to her knees, head beginning to spin, Luz looked up at Belos. At Philip. “Honestly Luz, it was a remarkably good effort, your little attempt to stop me. Almost made me have to change my plans” He spoke in that same kindly old voice, laced with the malice of 400 years of hatred and and scheming. “However, it ends here, for you, for your little rebellion, for the witches.” A snap of his fingers, and the land itself seemed to flow at his command, binding the rebels to the ground with no apparent effort at all. A glyph drawn with her own pooling blood ignited, sending a blast of fire at Belos, which he ignored completely. Maybe 15 seconds. She felt light, woozy, shadows seeming to twist and bend around towards her. Amity’s smile flashed before Luz, a fast fading memory of a night below the stars, staring up at the sky together, nothing seeming to matter in that moment. Belos said something, she couldnt hear it anymore over the cold feeling flooding her chest. Eda, King, Willow, Vee, Mum. Luz felt all those faces as her body crumpled, regret filling the space her blood once flowed through. Five, maybe six seconds left if she was lucky. Her face slammed into the dirt. It didnt hurt. In the corner of her eye she saw Amity crying, tears streaking down her cotton-candy haired girlfriends face, as she was held there, powerless to do anything but watch Luz bleed out into the ground. Human blood mixing with Titan’s flesh. One second left. One breath between life and death. Time stopped, and Luz floated, in that in between state, no longer living but not yet dead. As she looked, she saw a shadow flit over to her, moon and sun framing a round, childlike face. “you know,” The Collector spoke, in that innocent, child-like voice. “It’s not too late Night-light, you still can save them from this plight.” He flitted round and round, their body contorting in new ways. “All you have to do is let me in, and together I’m sure we win.” “But you’re working with Belos?” Luz gasped out without breathing, speaking without words. “When he said we’d play I supported this day, but now I see, he just wants to slay. So Noceda, what would you give to stop him, and save them.” “Anything.” “Well then,” They reached out a hand to Luz. “I guess we have a deal.” “You didnt rhyme that time.” “I do that cause it’s fun.” “Ah” She grabed his hand. Time Resumed. Amity watched as her awesome girlfriend died, locked in place by Belos’ spell, unable to do anything. Tears streaked down her face as she screamed in anger. Then there was a flash, dark and light spinning around Luz’s body. A momentary expression of Shock flashed over Belos for just a split second. The lights faded, and Luz stood. Falteringly at first, like a newborn colt unused to legs. Luz’s body stood, and the two beings inside smiled, as her face began to glow, a crescent moon forming. “Hello Phillip[Hi Belos]” two voices spoke at the same time from her mouth, as magical energy warped and flowed around her like bolts of pure lightning. “This Ends Today[This Begins Today]” Luz and The Collector declared, as they formed a staff out of nothing, and attacked. So yeah, this has not been beta read, is a horrible plot bunny that will probably never happen, but it wouldnt leave my mind so I wrote this in like 20 mins total.

#toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #fanfic #collector!luz #cluz #I want that to be what we call the all pronoun fusion to rule them all #tags are weird #strange drabbles from the demented mind of a transfem person #luz noceda #the collector toh #because sometimes a Moment is all it takes #tw: gore #character death #but not really #look its complicated ok #hollow mind spoilers #i'm not sorry #rhyming is hard

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necromycologist · 3 months

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rating 'fantasies' songs by their tlt vibes

recently i got really into this album and ive been listening to it nonstop and i got the urge to make this post so behold.

Help I'm Alive

we open with a BANGER. the whole heart motif beauty of existence thing is very tlt in general but "if we're still alive my regrets are few/if my life is mine what shouldnt i do" feels like it could be ntn cam+pal perhaps. 6/10 for general vibes not really going anywhere specific tho.

Sick Muse

i could see this as a convo between gideon and harrow. "pull your little arrows out an let me live my life" she WOULD say that about love... ily harrowhark necro'mancer nonagesimus lyctorway keep sticking your middle finger up at preps. but the main event is "all the blondes are fantasies/we looked at them eleven ways/you said look at me then looked away" like i dont even need to explain this one. YOU SAID LOOK AT ME THEN LOOKED AWAY the orpheus and eurydice the betrayal the hurt why wont you eat me please please consume me why are you saving me sorry one sec. ill shut up about greek myths now. 7.5/10 that one lyric saved it for me

Satellite Mind

this song is so strange and offputting it has to be about our favourite little bone nun <3 its givin htn harrow "i can feel you most when im alone" um the body the body the body "flashback of a feeling/sixth sense of a calling" its the love! that they couldnt take away!! 6/10 because i think that the dreamy freaky what the fuck is happening are suuuuper htn however the actual lyrics arent super close

Gold Guns Girls

i want this song to be about ianthe tridentarius soooooo bad... i want it to be about our favourite perpetually thirdweeling failgirl so much... like ive never wanted anything else ever oh my GOD... "i remember when you were gambling to win/everybody else said better luck next time" underestimated at canaan house anyone? anyone at all? no takers?? no??? 3/10 because despite my deepest wishes this is just a good song thats not about gay catholic homestuck 😔

Gimme Sympathy

slightly ironic gtn griddlehawk at its finest. "get hot/get too close to the flames" oops! now ur her cavalier "wild open space" gideon-gettin-shocked-by-days-on-earth-emotional.png "talk like an open book" not with that vow of silence. idiot. "sign me up!" shes not signed up haha "ill remember someday all the chances we took" not after the lobotomy u wont lol "we're so close to something better left unknown" cough cough LYCTORHOOD. 9/10 manifesting kiriona giving harrow sympathy after all of this is gone in alecto

Collect Call

hiii ntn fans i prommy i didn’t forget abt u! this one goes out to the psychosexual mess of role playing and bad meals enjoyers <3 "i know it's a lie i want it to be true/the rest of the rot is riding on you" oh boy like i said psychosexual mess... pyrra dve my beloved "wishing you could KEEP! ME! CLOSER! IM A LAZY! DANCER! WHEN YOU MOVE! I! MOVE WITH YOUOOOOOOOOO" oh lord nona placing her hand on cam's shoulder like palamedes would. oh lord being so close in one body and yet a second apart. 8/10 should be higher but i started Having Feelings about nona's death again and couldnt finish listening to the song

Front Row

this is a john song if I’ve ever heard one. “burnt out stars they shine so bright… all of us” is def. giving lyctor vibes. (just children playing with reflections thinking they were stars grauauauagh etc etc) plus plus “he’s not perfect/he’s a victim/of his occupation/social insulation/secret intervention” like fuck dude he really is!!! pilot that president around ordinary dude fuck the world up with your good intentions!!! 10/10 this song is the brainrot undying the kindly prince of my lyctor brainrot

Blindness

besties ngl i am INCREDIBLY torn on this one,,, on one hand “what it is and where it stops nobody knows/you gave me a life i never chose/i wanna leave but the world wont let me go” goes crazy hard. like harrowhark ‘cursed to keep living’ nonagesimus? hello is that u? on the other hand the whole opening sequence of this is very blood of eden coded… 5/10 this song has a very Character Energy about it but i think i must accept that that character is probably not a tlt one

Stadium Love

ohohohoo! here she comes!! this song IS about canaan house like the whole thing n nothing will convince me otherwise. "wanna make a deal/angel versus eel" hm im getting gideighth betrayal vibes from this "rabbit versus dove" WHAT DID I SAY colum get back here your government assigned fursona is in the song "owl versus dove" uuuuuh this can be about the sixth being cool basically whenever because sixth -> wisdom -> athena -> owl. idc that they live on mercury fuck off. the blorbos may be smart but i dont have to be. btw camilla hect if you read this im free on thursday night and would like to hang out plz respond and then hang out with me on thursday night when im free. u can bring your necromancer too if yw. "every living thing pushed into the ring" duel time every (necro)man(cer) for himself "guess you thought you could just watch" go on enforce that cohort order judith! it wont backfire at all haha! "NO. ONES. GETTING. OUT" well. uh. none of them are. plus cant you just see the Character Portrait Flashes AMV Moments to the wooowooos?? cant you??? "without STADIUM LOVE" the last time they say this w the beat drop it should be gidedeath cytherea duel epic timez and then the echoing "love love" at the end is harrow waking up and mouthing The Three Syllables TM. 11/10 somebody lend me their animation skills please i would be sooo epic and responsible with them i have a Vison...

in conclusion thx for listening to my deranged ramblings (if anyone actually does.) please go listen to fantasies its so so good... message me and we can brainrot thru it together xoxo

#tlt #home cooked hijinks #fantasies by metric

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kendylouwhoo · 8 months

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There's something incredibly romantic about leaving someone you have been deeply inlove with... are still in love with, but can no longer be together. Romantic isn't full with out the heartbreak, you can't have one without another.

There's beauty in the breakdown. Says frou frou. And wow is that truth. Somewhere inside a broken heart is deep romance. Love and a brokenheart hold hands, two sides of the same coin.

I love you so much that I can't watch us destroy eachother any more. I love you so much that I know in my heart you'll do better without me next to you. I love you so much that I accept you may be better off with someone else. I love you so much, that I know we both have a reason for being here and if we stay together, we cannot fulfill that. I love you so. I love you so much. How is this both so beautiful and hard and hurtful all in one breath.

Because that's what real love is. It's not possession. It's not fit into my box. It's thank you for every lesson I've learned from this painfully, traumatic, passionate, deeply in love, higher than I've ever been relationship. Thank you for being my mirror. Thank you for your beautiful face. Thank you for showing me more love than I have previously seen. I love you and always will.

I hope you find even more love then we shared. Love that isn't baised in trauma. Love that is stable and love that isn't wanting to get away from the pain but love that kindly sits with you not wanting to change you or make you heal them.

Spirit tells me it's time to go and I know, I know it's that time. Time to grow. Time to show up for ourselves. Time to thank you for everything you were to me. Thank you for all our memories. Thank you for giving me the thing I most longed for most, in the whole wide world, my soul mate, my twin flame, my person I'm ment to be with, only to find this was never the answer. Thank you for fulfilling my dream. Thank you for showing me it's not the fairy tale I wanted it to be, because you also helped me to see life is so much more magical and beautiful then a fairy tale could ever be. Not because it's all good and light, but because it's real and going from not wanting to be alive to chosing LIFE! Life is experiencing all of it and coming back home to me again and again. I remember when you were my home. You felt like the home I'd been looking for my whole life. When i couldnt be home inside myself, there you were, to cuddle deeply into your chest as a wave of relaxation sweeps my body and everything is ok. The highest of highs, feelings that there's nothing better possible in the world then everything I was feeling in those moments. And SMASH! Into the fucking ground, shaking, barly able to stand up again, and over and over. The waves pummeling us, high low high low... and after all the blame there was always love... it always came back to love. Bruses and gashes all over my heart, getting to a place where I didn't think I could keep going. Take me away please let this pain end. I can't do it any more. Face to face with death. What do you chose? Can you really not do it any more? Are you ready to go? The excuses you've made to not die don't work any more, it's time to chose. Live or die? Life! I chose life! Digging myself out of yet another grave... And through all of it, it always came back to loving you. Because when I decide to truly live and stop cutting myself off from the pain, you taught me what unconditional love was because I truly felt your love for me, in a way most people are too scared to feel. And why? Because this! People don't want to feel all of this. But all of this is a gift. Break me open, break my heart open until the only choice left is to truly open my heart or die. Evolve or die. What do you choose? Life and death, when it really calls to me. There really is beauty in the breakdown, when I stop running and lean in... lean in. Thank you for teaching me to lean in. And now it's time to lean in to leaving. Stronger than ever, knowing that I will always chose to love knowing that my heart could be broken again and trusting I'll make it through. Because of you. I now know I can make it through. I will always love you. I see so deeply and true that everyone is just a hurting little child who never fully grew up and that's why people hurt eachother. It's time to grow up. Not in a way where you push the little child of you away, because thats what I've done thinking it was maturing, but really it was hiding. But where you take their hand and hold them and tell them, I got you now. I'm sorry I ran away from you for so long. I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere.

Thank you for your gift of love. And thank you for taking it away when things didn't go your way. Thank you for being my mirror. Thank you for sharing this experience with me. Thank you for showing me who I really am and ment to be. I'm grateful for it all the depth of heartbreak was woth it to feel the depth of love that's possible. Good bye my beloved.

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bimbobeee · 11 months

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What if ghosts were real... and not us

A/n: Okay okay this is the first time I've ever posted my writing. I want to get back into writing (since my fall class is literally "creative writing".) This is also old!! I did this at the beginning of the school year where we had to creativity writing a short story and I came up with this. Ive touched it up a little bit. I also write in second person, that's just how my brain thinks

TW: death, heart breakingly sad (no mentions of yn) so gender neutral?

Word count: 1.3k

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“Hey, wake up! Go on… wake up.”

You suddenly jolt awake, gasping for air. Rolling over you look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 3:28 am.

You sigh.

You dont understand what woke you up. “Wake up.” Why? Why would I need to wake up? You think about it hard to yourself. It doesnt matter now, you’re up. You walk towards the bathroom to freshen yourself up. Afterall, you did just wake up after.. whatever just told you to.

While walking to the bathroom something catches your eye. A wisp. Something of an airy figure it seems. You figured since you, again, just woke up that it was nothing. You were about to shrug it off but then it happened again.

Another wisp.

Although this time, the figure was different. It wasnt as stiff. Well as stiff as a wisp can be. The other figure seemed almost like the childs figure. This one seemed feminine in an adult sense. At this point you think to yourself, “Screw it, I don't neeed to freshen up anymore.”.

Your curiosity was too high to not know what was going on. Were you being paranoid or was it actually something? You were about to find out. You stop in your tracks and speak out into the darkness.

“Hello..” you call out to the abyss. Whatever it is, responds.

“Hello..?” the wispy voice returns. This voice seems young. It couldnt possibly be related to the female wisp you saw earlier. That “figure” seemed as if it was an adult. This voice sounds child-like.

“Talia,” a female figure says- although this one seems older… perhaps it could be the one you saw earlier you think, “you know better!! You’re not supposed to talk to.. them.”

“Them”, you think. Who is “them”? Are the wisps talking about you?

“I’m sorry mommy.. I didn’t mean to. They seemed so lonely. But they said ‘hello’ to me first! I was just kindly responding to it like you taught me to!!” the child-like voice, Talia you think it was- says to the other wispy voice. You assume her mother since she said “mom”. Without thinking your voice comes out, unintentionally. Scared even like a small child who’s telling their parents that there is a monster under the bed.

“Them..? Who is them..?” You ask into the nothingness. Still standing in the middle of the hallway like an idiot.

The motherly voice responds. “The ghosts dear… you are the ‘them’ I am referring to.”

What? You think to yourself. A ghost? Thats not possible. How can you be a ghost if you go to the doctors? You go to school. You have a heartbeat. You bleed. It’s not possible. It can’t be! You think to yourself. You’re alive… not dead. You’re voice feels like its trapped. As if you had eaten a spooful of molasses. Though, you manage to squeeze your voice out.

Barley audible, but audible enough the wisps answer. “A ghost? Thats silly, funny even. A ghost telling me that I’m dead. Hilarious. That’s a knee slaper!!” you say in a sarcastic tone that’s almost mean like. You feel bad for your tone towards Talia and their mother. Afterall, Talia was just trying to be nice to you and she is only a kid. Her mother on the other hand, she was kind enough to tell you that you’re dead. Well.. as dead as an alive person can be.

“But it’s true!! It’s true!!” Talia says. “I can prove it to you!! My mommy taught me better than to lie!! She wouldnt lie! Look ill even show you!!” she says ambiguously. Suddenly, the two wisps take form. One of them is a little girl- Talia, who couldnt be older than 13, and her mother. Her mother.. a thin frail woman whos clothes hang loosely from her body. That cannot be healthy.. And her hair is long and thick that flows down her back. It looks heavy to think to yourself.

The little girl looks lively- as lively as a ghost can be, has a small thin frame like her mother. Talias face is like the night sky, scattered freckles everywhere on her small face. It takes you a moment to realize that there are ghosts right in front of you. Talia walks towards you holding out her hand to you. The look in her eyes say more than enough: go on, take it . grab my hand!

So you do. When grabbing it you feel a warm tingling sensation flow throught your body as if you had taken a sip of hot coco on a winter evening. When doing so you realize that you’re cold. Not a split second later, as if Talia can read your mind, she says what you were thinking.

“You’re cold now .. righhht?” she says in a cheeky kid like way. You shake your head towards the little girl. “Of course im cold, im touching a ghost.” you say slightly snickering.

Without missing a beat she rebuttals at your smartass remark.“Then explain the warm tingling sensation you felt?”. Her face screams as if she won this conversation. Checkmate, is what it says. You let out a sigh. You suppose she could be right but… this doesn’t prove anything in your mind.

Yet again, without missing a beat Talia speaks. "Still doesnt prove it..” she sasy in a sad voice. You give her a slight nod. She looks back at her mother. The mother nods. What could they be talking about? Talia walks towards the steps with a pained expression. What happened to the bright little girl you saw a moment ago? Now standing at the top of the steps, you look at her confused.

Talia shoves you towards the steps. Your heart jumps to your throat but suddenly the feeling disappears. What? Thats weird. “You cant go down the steps..” she says in a painful voice.

You let out a snort. “Yes I can” you say and walk to the steps. But when you do it feels like everything is pushing against you. You really cant go down the steps.

“Whats todays date?” Talia asks. She looks like she’s holding back a sob. You see her fidgeting with her fingers.

“Its November 11th, 2022 of course. Its my birthday..” you trail off realizing its not the right answer juduingg bu the mothers look. “Its November 11th, 2025”, the mother says finally speaking. Impossible you went to bed and… and.. And… you dont remeber anything else. Why cant you remember anything else? Why cant you go down the steps? Are you.. dead…?

Then you realize who you’re talking to. “Tal..?” You says. A sob leaves leaves her mouth. Talia is the name of your little sister. You gave her the nickname Tal Your sister is 12..

“I'm 15.” she says without again missing a beat. She must have seen the confusion in your face. She reaces her hand out again. Suddenly that young little girl looks older. As well as taller. Nonetheless, you take her hand. Confused as to whats going on. She leads you to your room... the door is closed. But you had just left it open, how is it closed?

Talia opens the door to your room. Nothing is touched. Your bed is a messy mess with the clothes you never folded… years ago. You really are dead.

You turn around to your sister who is crying in the doorway and your mother who is behind her in the hallway.

You look at your hands and feet. They’re slowly faazing away. You’re a ghost. You’re dead.

You go to your sister giving her a hug. “Ive missed you. Im so sorry.. so so so..” she trails off crying into your arms. You look at yourself and realize youre only a torso. Before you could faze away you manage to get a few words out.

“I love you mom.” you see a pained smile on her face. As if she still hasnt gottwn over her childs death.

“I love you Talia”. As the words leave you mouth, you are completely fazed away.

Your sister breaks down in your room sobbing on the floor. Inbetween sobs you can feel her reply.

I love you too.

#creative writing #What if ghosts are real #original work #writers block #dorkybee writes #ily <3 #angst?#writing prompt #writers on tumblr

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wifiwuxians · 2 years

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I feel like xue yang is a character who would be hesitant to reveal the things he likes to someone or even the things he wants because of course, knowing what someone wants is equal to having leverage over them and is sort of like handing someone a weapon and showing them where to cut to make the most damage. I think that then, considering that, the fact that xue yang disclosed to xxc about the candy and what happened to him as a child (and a qing too, but I think as a child herself, a qing would be indignant about what happened in a way that children are when perceiving injustices, whereas xxc would understand the effect an event like that would have on a child and respond kindly rather than with anger), he's sort of baring his neck to xxc - it's not just candy, it's a euphemism for naivety, for innocence, for a sweetness that xue yang couldn't have - and then xxc's response, giving xue yang the candy, is almost his own tentative form of offering himself to xue yang as a source of kindness, a relief from the pain.

Which is why I think xue yang was so obsessed with bringing xxc back. I dont think it was love at all, rather I think xue yang was almost addicted to xxc and the relief he gave him, much like an addict is addicted to drugs. That relationship was self destructive and more of a facade than anything else, and even while knowing this, xue yang still dared to find solace in something he couldnt have - in this way he mimicked his past self, the child on the road with a hand on the ground and a cart driving towards it with no intentions of stopping.

Ah, this is probably just me rambling, but it's a hot take I guess :)

I don't think it should be a hot take, I think you're onto something! The way I've always seen it has been that, despite how much he says he isn't stuck in the past, he has a desire to live out what he never had but somehow stumbled upon by accident. Does he deserve it? Absolutely not. Will he admit to even wanting it? Absolutely not. And yet it's plain as day.

I'm not sure I'd call it an addiction outright (since I don't wanna give people ANY AMMO LMAO) but it is very, very close. It's the fulfilment of a childhood wish! It's security and hope and a relief from pain. He has someone who cares about him and the life he deserves (or that he thinks he deserves shh) and everything is sunshine and rainbows. His little kid self, buried deep inside and locked away under layers of being a total dick, must be jumping for joy.

And then he blows it all up.

He can't even admit to himself that of course he'd like for things to go back to the way they were, because to do so would be to admit weakness, right? He has to cling to the image of someone who has no care for another and no interest in people outside of what he can use them for.

Omg okay my friend @aoxue and I literally talked about this the other day, how it genuinely could have been anyone. It just happened to be xxc. But like, anyone who showed xy kindness and lenience and patience, who cared for him as a parent or elder sibling would, would've received this twisted loyalty. I mean, jgy supposedly beats him to death and he still calls him a friend, right? It's just part of his character!

But there comes the interesting aspect of the undeniable hatred he has/had for xxc. How does he combat those two things, hating him and everyone like him yet wanting to be cared for? He mellows out for a good while but still doesn't hesitate to douse the coffin home on fire with everyone inside. He's just such a wretched person that he can't even just say, idk, "Hey I'm looking to restore his soul as a personal favor", no, he's still trying to cling to that hatred because let's be real, it hurts a lot less than to have to admit that you killed the only person who kind of cared about you.

"You" being "the person you pretended to be for years" and not "Xue Yang" bc we all know xxc doesn't care about him at all ekfjskcmsg

STILL... Oh no now I'm the one who is rambling. Anyways thank you for the ask! It's refreshing to see a point of view that doesn't rely on romantic love for once and I think you're very correct, and I also think xxc just has such a nurturing presence that it would've been impossible for xy not to end up conflicted about him in some regard

Closing thoughts I guess are that xy as a character within canon is frustrating because you see him have all these chances to just pack it up and be decent and he just throws it all in the trash. He can't even recognize affection within himself. He throws himself and everyone he refuses to admit he cares for under the wheels of that same ox cart from all those years ago, and it sucks.

#xue yang #THANKS FOR THE ASK IM GLAD SOMEONE IS PLAYIN #Also his missed opportunity big bro little sis dynamic with a-qing... SUCH A WASTE #Hate when fandom tries to pretend he didn't care at all for her HE DID HE'S JUST CRAZY AND STUPID #Xy character traits not listed here are an inability to express gratitude #And a tendency to cling to first impressions

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smokahuntis · 3 years

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Weightless

Nothing Personal

Pairing: Javier peña x reader

Warnings: set last name, cursing, mentions of sex and death. Masterbation, night mares.

Summery: he embassy calls in a new agent to assist agents Peña and Murphy

Authors note: I’m back and I’m going to try and start a series! Based on the album Nothing Personal by All Time Low. This would be chapter one.

Word count: 3.4K

Manage me, I’m a mess

“Agent (y/n) Carter” the ambassador said as she gave them the files “she will be joining, this is everything you need to know in her and she will be here later today.

Javier nodded as he picked up the file “of course, madam ambassador” he stood with a crooked grin and looked her over “and may I say, you look amazing in pink” he said softly and kindly. Steve just rolled his eyes and walked towards the door.

“Keep dreaming Peña” she shook her head and let them leave to review the file.

Turn a page, I’m a book half unread

“Agent Carter ” Javier handed Steve the file. “ ‘DEA’s finest’” he mocked and lit up his cigarette as he set back. Letting the smoke fill his lungs as he took a long drag of his Colombian cigarette. He watched Steve waiting for his opinion.

Steve only chuckled and set the papers down “I went to academy with her...” he said, javiers eyes lit up before he shook his head

“I didn’t mean-“

“We aren’t friends it okay” Steve chuckled.

I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because

“Oh- okay... okay...” pena leaned back again as the smoke clouded the humid air around them.

“She was always an overachiever, no one really liked her in my class” he chuckled and put the file away. “Way to smart to be choosing dea, but there she was. Didnt talk to anyone, didn’t let anyone talk to her.” He shrugged “I’d be surprised if she talked to us”

I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

“So beware shes a bitch?” Javier chuckled and put his cigarette out

“Yep” Steve got up and grabbed his empty coffee cup. “Want a coffee?”

“Not from here...” he shook his head and got up.

“You know back home I always chose Colombian brew coffee, and now I’m in colombia and I don’t see why I thought it was good” Steve chuckled as they walked together to get a drink at the coffee place across the street.

“I’ve spend out money on more valuable things then coffee machines that aren’t from the 60s and beans that aren’t 2 years old” Javier joked and shook his head as they strutted the halls. They were such a duo, splitting them into a trio is a sin, but they’d have to get used to it.

Well I’m stuck in this fucking rut

Meanwhile back in LAX (y/n)’s brother tried to convince her it wasn’t worth it. “Colombia is dangerous right now, you could get killed- or- or worse!” Thomas said following her.

“What’s worse then dying?” She watched him with a bit of a cocky grin.

“You could end up like- like Kiki” he said without thinking before she grabbed her brothers collar roughly.

“You don’t say a damn word about Kiki... plus” she let him go and wiped her Dainty hand on her white button up. “After what the US did to the Sinaloa I think I’m safe from that” she sighed and kept walking.

“(Y/n) listen- please... I can’t loose my sister, not to- Pablo Escobar” he grabbed her hand. She turned and looked at him with upset eyes. “You’re all I have left...” he whispered

Waiting on a second-Hand pick-me-up

It was true, she was all he had left, dad was away over seas and mom was gone. Their oldest brother died years ago, it was just her and Thomas. But they were both adults now, she could do what she wanted, and she had been. But now she was a little worried for Thomas.

“I’ll call, and I’ll visit when I can, just go home Thomas... I’ll be okay” she said looking at him, before the warning for her flight went off, 10 minutes now. “I love you, I have to go” she hugged her younger brother before she left.

I’m getting over getting older

(Y/n) looked over her files on the plane, she knew it was a matter of time before escobar knew who she was so she didn’t hide it. She didn’t care, she knew he was almost untouchable. Almost.

(Y/n) had been all over for the DEA, her most frequented place however was Mexico. She worked in Mexico for a long time, she was young and stupid and she kinda thought it was the DEA’s way of getting rid of waste, expecting her to die at the hands of the Sinaloa. However she returned very much alive, and very much tearing open at the seems. She still has nightmares of her time there, but she didn’t care, she had to keep going, for him.

If I could just find the time

Javier set up the stuff in the meeting room before he made his way home for the night. His little two bit apartment given to him by the Embassy. It was nice, he knew that, but it always felt cold and empty, that’s why he filled it with girls, smoke, alcohol smells. It was like a fucking bar. He tried to not bring work home with him but he couldn’t help it most nights, things either bothered him to much or had to be done sooner then later. Some days he wanted to feel weightless, and those days he could escape the heavy burden of people lives depending on him. The ones he couldn’t save, or the ones he’s trying to save. He was trying so hard, but he couldn’t escape.

He needed air, that’s what it was. Right now when he felt his chest collapse on him, he needed aid, real air. So he was quick to make his way out the door and to the front steps of the apartment building, he almost didn’t see her. The (h/c) girl standing there at the steps with her bags. He almost took her out, but he stopped in time.

“I’m- im sorry uh- can I help you?” He asked clearing his throat as he looked at her. She pulled her hood off and looked up at him holding her bags close to her

Then I would never let another day go by

“This is the embassy apartments right?” She asked with a soft shivering smile. He was quick to answer, maybe to quick.

“Yea! Yea this is- this is them yea... you’re-“ he started but she cut him off.

“(Y/n) Carter, yes- hi- um- sorry I didn’t mean to cut you off I’m just tired and cold and really want to get inside. He nodded understanding, completely forgotting why he came out here as he looked into her eyes, illuminated by the yellow street lights behind him.

“I’ll show you to your apartment” he smiled and took her in, she was just across the hall from him. Her apartment identical in most ways, however her kitchen was bigger and so was her bathroom.

I’m over getting old

“Thank you, you must be Agent Peña” she smiled as he got the key from the leafy palm in the corner, unlocking her door for her.

“That I am” he smiled and helped with her bags. If he was going to be stuck with her he wanted to be nice. He didn’t want another agent, him and Steve were doing just on their own, but the embasssy expected things to be done instantly, but they are putting to many cooks in the kitchen.

“Thank you for helping, you didn’t need to” she smiled and set her bags down on the bed and looked at him.

“Of course” he smiled and set her things down with the rest. “So, we’re you invited or did you request to be transferred”

Maybe it’s not my weekend

(Y/n) looked at him and pushed hair behind her ears and shook her head. “I requested it actually, I requested it months ago really but-“

“Why would you want to be here? You know what’s happening-“

“That’s exactly why I want to be here” she stood straighter and looked at him. “You need all the help you can get it seems- and I understand if you don’t want me here because I’m a women”

“No! No no- no that isn’t it I promise” he said feeling a bit of his earlier panic come back, but it was only a little. “I don’t care you’re a women I’ve seen your file you’ve done amazing things but we were doing just fine without you...” Javier said looking at her, his hand up in defense.

“Then why did the embassy want me here ASAP?” She asked crossing her arms.

“Because they think we are stupid or something... they expect things done instantly and it’s impossible.” He explained. She nodded and sighed

“I understand that feeling. But I’m here to help... I promise” she looked at him as the moon light filtered threw her window

But it’s gonna be my year

He nodded and sighed “I’ll just let you get some sleep, I’ll see you at the office” he walked out of her room, giving her one last look as he smiled “goodnight Agent Carter” he walked out to his apartment again.

(Y/n) sighed and unpacked all she could tonight and took a few melatonin and went to sleep, trying to get on the schedule.

It wasn’t hard for her to get up in the morning, making her own coffee and getting ready early. She wanted to be there before them so she could go over things and get caught up. So getting ready quickly she tied her hair up in a tight ponytail and made her way to the office. She was always on time or early, wanting to get ahead of things or finish work so she didn’t have to bring things home.

I’m so sick of watching all the minutes pass as I go nowhere

Javier however, couldnt manage to get himself out of sleep. Stuck in a long nightmare that has his body aching and sweating to wake up but he was stuck there, in that spot in the sticky cotton sheets. He tossed and turned but al he could see was the blood, every scene he’d been to, it took a toll on him. He couldn’t help it anymore, couldn’t hold them back, couldn’t stay up and drink a shit ton of coffee and just keep going.

He was hurting himself even more trying to ignore it. He was lost in a sea of sound, until finally he woke up, alone and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Fuck....” he shook his head and got out of bed, throwing his things in the wash before he got in the shower. He felt so exhausted from sleeping, that’s not right. He hated this constant feeling, it was so much. He couldn’t even escape at home. Seemed the only time he felt fine was when he was baring himself inside a women of the night and telling her how perfect she was, only to wake up alone and try to relive that moment in the shower by himself.

This is my reaction to everything I fear

It was no secret, Javier Peña was a ladies man. To get in the head of the cartel he slept with the same women as the cartel, did it work? Yes occasionally. But it wasn’t that anymore, it wasn’t just work, it was a form of escape now. Was he a sex addict? Yes, most definitely. Did he care? No, because it was release in more ways then one and that’s all he wanted.

He did have a talent tho, remembering every name, every face. Every women. He was a talented man. But right now that didn’t matter, what mattered to him in this moment was making himself feel weightless as hot water ran down his body. He was alone last night, after showing (y/n) her apartment he went home and to bed. So he had nothing to relieve, no face to see when he closed his eyes. Oh... how he was wrong.

Cause I’ve been going crazy, I don’t wanna waste another minute here

There she was, the beauty he met last night. (Y/n) carter. Why was she what he thought about right now? He just met her. She was his partner and he’d only see her face and hands, that’s not even enough for a weirdo to get off. But it was enough for him to wrap his hand around his throbbing cock and leaning his head back as he stroked himself.

His chest heaving and his eyes rolling back as he pumped his fat cock in his hand. Soft grunts escaped his mouth before the words left it “(y/n)... fuck...” he groaned.

He didn’t even know the girl and he was getting off in his shower to her.

This could be all that I’ve waited for

He didn’t know why he felt like this, but in his mind he had her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his tip as she took him down her little throat, just that image made him let out a loud moan. Soon his balls tightened and he was coming all over her face, and down the drain.

He shook his head as he opened his eyes and looked at the mess he made. Causing him to sigh heavily and clean up before he got dressed and ready, trying to get the idea out of his head. It was his first day with her, and he wanted to fuck her. Wow.

This could be everything I don’t wanna dream anymore

When he got there she was already liking over things, remembering faces and writing in her notebook. She looked peaceful there, just staring at a cork-board of killers and drug lords. He could tell quickly this is her environment.

“Hey” he said setting down his coffee and taking off his brown leather jacket. She turned with an other bright smiled and looked at him, her smile lit of the room and made his chest feel tight, but not like his panic the night before, this was warm and different.

“Hey” she said in her silk tone as she set her note book down. “ I hope you don’t mind I’m taking my own notes.”

“Not at all, whatever makes you comfortable” he smiled at her softly. At that moment Steve walked in with his own coffee and pen. He was way to quick to notice the look in javiers eyes, the interest he had in her.

“Thanks” she smiled before looking at Steve “Steve Murphy, wow... hi” she smiled and shook his hand.

“Hey Carter, it’s been awhile” he chuckled and shook her hand

“It’s been more then awhile” she smiled and looked up at him

Maybe it’s not my weekend, but it’s gonna be my year.

“Well it’s good to know we have a good agent on our team” he smiled. “So what are you working on”

“Just taking my own notes so I can memorize things faster and get caught up” she smiled at them.

“Oh did you color coat them too?” He asked a little to condescending. She sighed and caught on quickly but went on.

“No I did not. I’m not a preppy teenager.” She stated simply before walking back to take notes.

“While you do that we are going to go do real things okay?” He grabbed his coffe and walked out with Javier. (Y/n) was pretty used to sexist comments or people thinking she couldn’t do things so she brushed it off, however Javier didn’t.

I’m going crazy, I’m stuck in here

“What the hell was that?!” Javjer looked at Steve and closed the door as they got into their little office.

“What was what?” Steve asked and set his things down.

“You being an asshole to her, what did she do to you?” Javier said taking up for her.

“I don’t know Javier what’s up with you? Staring at her like you’re guess engagement ring sizes!” Steve argued, they argued way to often. Like a married couple really.

“I was not!” Javier scoffed “I can’t be nice to my new coworker?”

“Just yesterday you were dreading her! And now you have heart eyes all over her” Steve said

Maybe it’s not my weekend but it’s gonna be my year

“I don’t have heart eyes, I’m just looking at her, damn” he sat down and opened his earliest files and started work.

“I’m sure” Steve shook his head before starting to work.

Soon (y/n) made her way to the office and walked in and almost fell over with a heart attack “my god, how do you work in such mess” she asked looking around.

“Mess? I think it’s pretty clean” Steve said looking around

“The only clean place here is my desk and it’s still covered in papers. “ she looked at him and set her things down.

“ okay I’ll admit, it’s a bit messy, but we know whether everything is” he leaned back. Just as he said that, Peña who wasn’t paying attention spoke up.

“I can’t find that file from yesterday” he sighed, giving (y/n) the perfect example.

“See!” She looked at Steve.

“Okay fine, we could organize...” he sighed.

I’m so sick of watching am three minutes pass as I go nowhere

After hours of cleaning the office was organized and they found things much easier, so much quicker and efficient. So much so that Javier could ask

“Okay now I need the First Medellin file” he said softly and it was quickly put on his desk.

“See that’s not bad...” (y/n) smiled softly and looked between them.

“But we just wasted so much time doing that” Steve said

“But we are going to save so much more now that it’s organized” she crossed her arms. She was right, organizing the office was the best decision they’d made all year, it helped get things done faster and cleared their minds.

And this is my reaction to everything I fear.

It was a small thing, to organize the office, but when Javier got home he decided to clean the apartment too, washing the bed sheets and making everything up after. Cooking a meal instead of ordering. Just have a day of cleaning up and doing normal people things, it made him sleep better already. The nightmares had calmed down and everything was fine. He was peaceful for a moment, a minute, a few seconds. And then there it was, the scream that made (y/n) drop everything and go to his apartment, he left the door unlocked so it was easy for her to get in and get to his bed side instantly.

“Javier!” She said grabbing his shoulders and shaking him awake. He was starting to sweat again, just as she grabbed him, her touch alone calmed down the terror of his mind, causing him to wake.

“(Y/n)...” he whispered tiredly as he looked at her, she was in a robe, her hair wrapped loosely in a towel.

“Hey buddy” she smiled softly, trying to comfort him in anyway. She didn’t know anything about him but she wanted to try her best to make him feel better, to make him feel weightless.

“What are you doing here...” he asked laying back. She pushed his hair out of his face and massaged his scalp softly as she spoke.

“You screamed and I came as soon as I could... I thought something happened” she answered and watched him, he was gorgeous here, with the moon light covering his glistening chest, highlighting his face and messy hair.

“I’m sorry- I- I didn’t mean too” he said as he sighed.

“It’s okay... I understand... I used to do the same thing after Mexico” she admitted. They barely knew a damn thing but they both felt comfortable with each other.

“How did you get it to stop...” he asked

“Well I did go to therapy but it never seemed to help, so I did what I did as a kid, I get something to read and read till I can’t keep my eyes open, it makes your mind think on the topics of the book rather then the other mess...” she whispered and pulled his covers back over him. He nodded and smiled “I could read to you tonight if you want...”

“You don’t have to do that”

“I don’t mind... get comfy I’ll find something...” she smiled and went to get a book. His eyes trailed her long legs as she walked out to get a book, why did he feel so open and comfortable with her, he just met her.

Cause I’ve been going crazy, I don’t wanna waste a minute here

Taglist: @thinemineours @morgannope @thisis-theway @onabouteverything @blxwjobsforclones @a-dorin @everythinggeeky

This will be a series I hope, so if you want to be tagged in this or more Javier peña stuff please let me know!

#javier peña #Javier peña #Pedro pascal #Javier peña x reader #Javier peña smut #Steve Murphy #narcos #narcos smut #narcos series #Javier peña series #nothing Personal serious

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ask-voreganronpa-boys · 3 years

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Could I please have a fic where Nekomaru finds a shrunken reader dangerously cold for whatever reason and has to eat them to keep them somewhere nice and warm?

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snow? On a tropical island? No. though it wouldn't be surprising with how cold it suddenly got on the island. It was winter on Jabberwock Island. So cold you could see your breath. It's a good thing that Rocketpunch Market had such a wide variety of goods. Big coats, jackets, sweaters. Everything you could ever need for such weather.

The nights were even colder. Though the cold didn't have much of an effect on the large ultimate team leader, Nekomaru Nidai.

It was late that night. Nekomaru decided to take a walk around the island to clear his head after the long day he had. He didn't care if Monokuma scolded him at the moment. He was just so exhausted from that day. Arguments with Teruteru and Byakuya about the pettiest things took up a lot of his time that day.

You were freezing… if only you were big like everyone else… but you couldn't even ask for help due to you having to keep hidden in case they didn't take a liking to you and exterminate you like common house mice. You laid balled up next to the base of a street light. You were shivering, shaking, half frozen. Too busy trying not to freeze to death that you didn't notice the giant approaching

Nekomaru sighed tiredly and scratched the inside of his ear as he walked. He glanced down at the streetlight and gasped, “the hell…?” he murmurs and grows closer and bent down to get a better look at you. “A tiny person?” he mutters in disbelief

You yelp and look up at the robust giant in surprise and fear. You get up to run away but are scooped up into a large hand and brought up to the giants face. You shake in fear and cold, looking up to him with wide and trembling eyes. “N-n-no! Please d-dont hu-hu-hurt me!” you plead to him

He looked astonished but at hearing your pleas, he smiled, “hey, hey calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you.” he smiled kindly and rubbed your cheek with the back of his freehand. He was taken aback, “your freezing cold!” he gasps, “you’re as cold as ice!” he grunts and feels the rest of your body, finding that everything was terribly cold

You flinched at his touches. He was gentle but it was still intimidating seeing how big and intimidating he was. But he was so warm that you practically melted into him. You hadn't been so warm in so so long… “y-your not g-g-gonna hurt me a-a-are you?” you ask softly.

“What? No of course not!” he smiled widely, “here, let me figure out how to make you warm again.” he huffs softly and looks around his body. He didn't have any pockets besides his pants pockets. But that would be chilly, tight, and uncomfortable. He thinks a little longer before gasping and snapped his fingers, “ahah! What better place to keep you warm than inside of me!” he smiled widely at you

You went paler than you already were, “WH-WHAT!?” you shriek and try escaping, even though it was obvious it wasnt gonna work. “I-I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T GOING TO HURT ME!!” you cry out in fear. You clutched onto his fingers tightly

“Im not! Just trust me!” he tries to reassure you. But he knew, like it or not, you were going to get swallowed anyway. It was either that or you freeze to death in the cold. He lets out a heavy sigh and opened his mouth wide, letting the warm breath wash over you. You were carefully slipped inside his mouth and closed it once he knew you were completely. Once inside, you were gently licked, drenching your small body in hot saliva. He tried to be as gentle as possible, doing his best to avoid his teeth

You were a horrible mix of scared, tired, and confused. You tried to fight off the pink muscle but it proved to be a challenge. You couldnt help but lean into its warmth. You yawn but slowly stop fighting back. The warmth made you so tired… you give up and let him lick you.

He hums softly when he felt you resign. He nods sublty to himself and tilted his head back to swallow. He knew you’d be safe and most importantly, not freezing. He laid his hand on his throat to feel you when you descended.

You were too tired to fight this at this point. You were dragged backwards into the dark, tight tunnel and pulled downwards. You were so close to passing out. You passed the giants booming heart, hearing his powerful lungs as well. As you go down, you saw your environment change. The previously dark tunnel turned into a glowing dark blue color, then was dropped into his spacious stomach. You were quick to cuddle up to a wall. Yawning, you give the wall a pat. “C-can i be let out soon…?” you ask just loud enough for him to hear

He pats his stomach gently, “of course. I wouldnt trap ya in there. Go on and sleep, ill let ya out in the morning.” he smiles widely, though he knew you couldnt see it

You yawn and nod, “o-okay...thank you...goodnight…” you mumble and quickly start to fall asleep.

“Heh, sleep good.” he pats his stomach and starts up his walking again

#v.ore #vorganronpa #danganronpa: goodbye despair #nekomaru nidai

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adowbaldwin · 3 years

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Baldwins secret - part 9?

"Where's the baby" Diana cooed, hands covering her eyes "There he is" she grinned widely as Cyrus gabbled and squealed back to her.

It had been thirty minutes of squishy time and Diana did not want to put him down for his afternoon nap.

"Diana" Lucius hissed "he is supposed to be asleep"

She pouted "But look at that face"

He gave her a look so stern it reminded her of the man awaiting back in her time "he needs his nap becuase if he does not sleep now he will be a fucking terror all night long" he sighed noticing she clearly was not going to put him to bed "Fine"

He scooped him up and marched back to the nursey where their youngest, Demetria, was silently blowing snot bubbles in her sleep.

He took one last, long sniff of that bastard addictive rose oil in his hair, a big sloppy kiss on his forehead and placed him down. As soon as he was swaddled, he was out.

He dipped his hand into Demetrias basket, thumb running over her plump cheek "you and I are the same little one, orphans falling into the right laps" he smiled sadly "your fathers loss is our gain, little pebble" he bent down placing a soft kiss to her cheek and backed out rather quickly before either could wake up.

He tried, desperately tried to be nice but it was crying again. He liked Diana, gotten used to having her around after three weeks but crying? Again? Elysium have mercy!

"Diana please stop" he begged, coming to her and sitting himself down "come on" he rubbed her back trying to be comforting

"Sorry" she hiccuped rubbing her eyes "I miss my twins. It just hit me how much, and now i feel guilty i stayed so long" her lip wobbled

"What made you stay?" He was curious about the shared whispers between his wife and guest. He was very curious about the time she walked from. He was very curious about the old arrow charm dangling from her neck.

"I so wish i could tell you" she broke out shakily. She was honestly waiting to see what made him change, how he became so cold but as the days grew on it never came. What ever happend, it had not occured yet and maybe not even for another decade. She assumed it was his turning, and perhaps the death of his family?

Is that the fate that awaits Matthew when she is gone? Alone and cold?

"Well, we shall celebrate your nearing departure tonight" she began to interupt, but he had already pelted off toward the kitchen barking orders for fine cheese, wine and invites to everyone in Rome.

One thing is for sure, Lucius threw a better party then Philippe.

Present Day:

"I swear it was you!" Flo animatedly retorted to her sister "It was deffinitely you! You used to run around the palace but naked chasing after the guards!"

Fabe shot her head back into a roaring laughter at the thought "No! It was YOU!"

Baldwin looked uncomfortable and Marcus looked at him quizzically "what, you dont like the idea of your daughter naked chasing after men?" He smirked. He had learnt more about his illusive Uncle in the past two days then his entire life as a De Clermont extra.

Baldwin growled a warning but couldnt respond. He couldnt think about Egypt without breaking. He got up, shoved his chair angrily to make a point and stormed out of the living area.

As the years drew on, his favourite place in the house never changed. The bathing room was still as it was (modifications and re plastering aside of course). It was his and Antonias escape from life, where they had shared their most intimate thoughts and steamy moments. Most, if not all of his children were likely conceived in this bath.

He sat down on the side of the bath, cross legged like a boy and began swishing the water. It still had the same scented oils from his past, the notes bringing back his happiest of memories.

"Well that was over dramatic!" Marcus scoffed "typical Baldwin. What an ass"

Boudicca deadpanned him, unimpressed with his disrespectful tongue and demeanour. Phoebe was delightful and she could not fathom what she saw in him "with all due respect Marcus" she hissed "you are in my fathers home, my home and you will do well to remember that"

Phoebe wanted to break the tension "can you show me around? Im dying to see the house. Its beautiful!" She stood up, extending her arm to Boudicca forcing her hand

Boudicca grumbled but ultimately couldn't ignore her. She could see why her father took so kindly to her, her spirit and personality was most exact of her late sister, Demi.

What a character she was.

#baldwins secret #adow #a discovery of witches #fic #baldwin montclair #diana bishop

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queenofwerewolves · 3 years

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Future Hope

chapter one - Where it all began.

We all thought the new decade would be a new fresh start, a new beginning for humanity, we were all so excited for the the arrival of 2020... and it's unknown horrors that we awaited along with it.

it started with just jokes and memes, the virus wasnt affecting us, it didnt seem like a big deal. Then it reached Italy, then the United States. In a span of three months, the entire world changed and was affected by COVID-19. Then it happened.. the attack and sudden uprising of those who had privilege, but didnt know of it's power..

it started with the Black Lives Matter Protests, but it got worst, so unhumaningly worse. People around the country and the world tried to help and stop this evil, but it wasnt enough to stop them. The White Suprimacy.

Death, despair, anguish, loss for hope... What has the world come to?

Even after two years of the incident, in the year of 2022, the same horrors from before was still going on. No one could stop them, those who tried were imprisioned or now buried six feet under, people gave up, they lost hope... Until a new reason for that hope arrived.

It started as a friendship group. Eight people of different kinds, intetrests and hobbies brought together by a common interest, which soon grew into an unbreakable bond, sharing pictures or tagging one another with a funny meme attached to it, simple acts but filled with love.. Until this group almost lost a member.

A fight was happening while she was visiting a store, it was between a simple teen wearing a pride shirt and a middle aged man, bickering and arguing issued, but no one expected the man to pull out a gun and attempt to shoot the kid... Only to miss, and shoot the beloved group friend...

She was texting her friends while it happened, only for them to not hear anything for weeks... But she finally replied, after weeks in the hospital, recovering from the shot. One of the members couldnt have it anymore, and kindly asked for everyone to create a Discord account so they could all see how their wounded friend was doing. Everyone agreed, and surprised her with a call.

Maria was her name, and she couldnt be more delighted about the surprise..

"Yo! Yooo Bitch can you see us?!" Shouted one friend from their call

"For fuck's sake Spike the woman was shot and you have to call her a bitch?!" Rudely replied another friend, who's background was dark and gloomy and had far too many halloween decorations.

Maria laughed softly. "It's OK Spooks.. Wow.. I cant believe Im seeing you all.. Just wished it wasnt at the hospital through a videochat..." She said with a soft smile.

"It is truly a concerning situation we've been dragged into.. but it brings me joy to see you alive and well Maria" Said another friend, looking a little too-well dressed in the call

"Im guessing Griff begged you all to make a Discord huh..?" Maria said, looking at the video box of young man with a concerned yet and embarrassed look.

"Queen... We were so worried..." He answered, slightly choked up. "We thought you were a goner.. When you finally texted back I..I just had to see you..!"

Queen. A nickname she never thought someone would ever call her, hell it was a title that she didnt even deserve. Until she met Griff, which started to call her that, and her other friends jumped along, she always loved that nickname.. Made her feel special...

"Seeing you all together... All for me... It makes me want to cry.. But we dont have time for me getting emocional" Maria answered, suddenly stern

"Why is that Queen? Something going on?" Answered another friend, who was sucking on a lollipop during the call, such the sweet tooth she is.

Maria smiled. "No Muffin.. I simply have a proposal for you all.. And I hope you all are in with me...Because Im getting pretty sick of the way things are in this shit world.."

And so was born a new hope, a group of fighters that are indignified about the way things are, and how they almost took their friend away.

After healing completly at the hospital, they all met in person for the first time. Maria told them that they way they are now wont be enough to make a change to the world, but she knew how to fix that. After a small walk through the woods in the park, they came through a gated area, which Maria crawled under a broken spot of the gate and the others followed, doing the same.

"Long ago" Maria started speaking. "After I moved here, I decided to explore around this park for fun. That's when I found this abandoned gate and went through the same broken piece of wall of the gate we all came through, I believe that's here can help us become better then we already are."

Spike, chewing a piece of gum sneered at her comment. "Oh sure, what is it? A wishing well?"

"Well..." She answered as they came to a stop.

In front of them was a perfectly clean, almost sparkling fountain with clean crystal water still working and flowing out of an angel's vase. The fountain was too bright and shiny, it sure as hell didnt match the rest of the area's gloomy and dark visuals..

"It's a wishing fountain!" Maria spouted out, smiling wide. But the rest werent as.. cheery as she was.

"A fucking... wishing fountain?" Spike answered. "You expect me to believe that's a real wishing fountain? If that's true then why dont you wish for this shit world to become better?"

"I tried!" Maria answered "Apperently it doesnt make big wishes like that, it only makes wishes about yourself or something very small. Like wishing your room to be clean kind of small"

"I mean.. It kinda has that magic aesthetic, I mean, that thing is impeccably clean while the rest is covered in dirt?" Kip answered, glancing at the fountain.

"I know it sounds silly but it really works, I actually did my wish already!" Maria said smiling wide

"Bullshit" Spike answered "You aint a fucking Werewolf, what makes you think we believe you actually wished to be one?"

".. Cause I didnt wished to be a Werewolf..?" Maria answered, dumbfounded. "I always said that I LIKE Werewolves, but I never wanted to be one. I wished to be good at using a scythe and knife throwing, like exceptionally good ya know?" She said excitedly. "And before you answer, YES I do have a scythe, I bought one. Dont ask where."

"So... who goes first?" The smollest of the group, Rook, asked.

"I'll go" Said Griff, pulling out a coin before Maria stopped in this tracks. "This.. Doesnt accept coins" Maria said, seeming a bit worried.

"Then what?" Griff answered back, only to shocked when Maria answered "Blood".

Before Spike could throw a fit, Maria cut him. "Just a drop! Literally! I got a needle here with me, all you gotta do is prick your hand and let the drip fall after you make a wish."

"Let's just get on with it before Spike goes crazy again" Said Blink, the tallest of the group and the one to deal with Spike's bullcrap

Griff took Maria's needle and stood in front of the fountain...And said outloud his wish..

At first he whispered his wish, as if he didnt want anyone to hear it.

"Uh.. It has to be out loud or it wont work Griff." Maria said.

"I-I said.. I wish to be a strong, masculine and really beefy Wererabbit that's really manly and buffed up!!" he shouted with a tone of embarrassment in his voice.

"A Werebunny.. Griffy?" Said Maria in disbelief. "What?! It's co- ow!!" Without looking, he pricked his hand with the needle, and let the drop of blood fall into the fountain's water, mixing along with it. The fountain suddenly shined so brightly that everyone had to cover their eyes for a brief moment before it died out.

Then.. Silence.

"... So.. Now wh-AHCK!!!" Shouted Griff, hit with a sudden shot of pain throughout his body, which made him fall on his knees as everyone backed away from him. They watched in horror as not only he grew almost three times his size, but he got much fuzzier, his ears stretched into rabbit ears, his muscles swelled and bubbled as they grew bigger, his body shifted painfully into a hybrid between man and rabbit. When he finally finished, he just collapsed on the floor, panting exaustedly.

His friends were inicially shocked, until Maria snapped out of it and rushed to his side, placing a hand on his head. "Griffy? You OK..?"

He answered, in a much gruffer, deeper voice.. "Yeah.. Yeah Im good.."

"Jesus.. It worked.. Can you stand?" She asked. Griff nodded as he slowly got up and almost knocked his head on a tree branch from how tall he was now. Everyone was looking up at him, jaws dropped in shock and awe, until..

"HOLY SHIT YOU'RE NAKED!!!" Rook shouted as she covered her eyes, running in place "MY EYES!! THEY BURN!!!"

"We.. better finish these wishes quick and get you some pants." Maria added, Griff simply nodded as he covered himself embarrassed.

One by one they did their wishes. Becoming who they wanted to be to fufill their purpose with Maria.

Spike wished for strong arm strenght, fast stamina and an aluminum bat that never breaks, and can destroy almost anything. Blink asked for a sword, the ability to parkour and jump from building to building like some kind of vigilante. Kip asked to be part cat for the heck of it and that whatever she draws will become a reality. Muffin asked to be a fairy, to bring joy because she isnt a fighter. Togekiss asked for high I.Q, the ability to see simulations of possibilities in the future and telekenisis and teleportation. Spooks asked to be like an Underworld Goddess, with the power to summon shadows and have the darkness on her command, and finally, Rook asked to be part bird and a wizard with elemental nature, and musical spells,to honour her beloved Lammy, she also wished to have a split personality to be like her favorite character, ENA.

And so the team was ready, and soon they would make a change to the world, the revolution has begun, it was time to shine..

For a Future Hope.

#Queen's Story #IT'S HERE #FINALLYYYYY #I HOPE YA'LL LIKE IT

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barryjeanblues · 4 years

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taako meets death (again)

(also posted to my ao3)

taako has met two raven queens in his life before now.

well, close enough, at least. most - though not all - of the worlds the starblaster had traveled to had gods, and surprisingly enough, those gods were usually - though not always - strikingly similar to their homeworlds gods. (this was useful, because one of the crews number relied very heavily on a certain nature god for his magic. luckily, the nature or life god of each world always seemed to have a soft spot for little old merle, even if they werent merles traditional cloven-hoofed pan.)

twice, taako had met the death god - someone equivalent to faeruns raven queen.

this had led to taakos understandable trepidation upon kravitz finally putting his foot down and insisting taako meet his mother boss.

the first time taako had met a raven queen, she had been… overwhelming. the light of creation had fallen into a forest dedicated to her and her followers, and the head acolyte refused to give the wandering crew the light unless they first received permission from the queen.

the crew had agreed, with no other option, bracing themselves to firmly explain the direness of the situation. surely a goddess would be intelligent enough to understand.

that raven queen had burst into a forest cleaning in an explosion of black feathers, half illusion, half steel, so that when lup brushed the smoky feathers from her eyes they blurred and dissipated, but when magnus tried the same thing he yelped and brought his hand back bleeding.

that raven queens laughter had been eerie and echoing, almost but not quite mocking, almost but not quite infectious, almost but not quite joyous. the crew had stood firm and offered their argument, and the queen had given them tests and tokens and bargains and tricky promises with too many clauses and loopholes and at the end of it all the ipres numbers had been halved and the rest were weary and worn as they caught the light of creation and fled with only minutes to spare, the faelike laughter of death following them terribly even through the overwhelming cacophony of the hungers assault.

that laughter had trailed after them longer, if only in their heads. taako would be making stir fry, planning outfits, swapping merles shampoo for hair-loss potions, when hed have to sit down suddenly and breathe through the musical trills of the raven queens cruel pleasure. it had seemed to bounce in his head the way a rubber ball might, ricocheting off thoughts and feelings until it rolled under a couch to be forgotten about, till some slight movement sent it rolling and bouncing about once more.

davenport had died in an illusion, thinking he was saving his crew. poor merle had been choked by his own plants, betrayal writ across hos face. barrys skin had grown sickly purple with poison - ten to one odds arent very good odds. taako doesnt forget easily. he decides the goddess of death can go fuck herself.

the second raven queen taako had met much later in their journey, and taako had met her alone.

lup and barry had become liches a few cycles back. it was something taako had still been coming to terms with.

taako loves lup. this is an immutable fact of any and every universe. taako loves lup and lup loves taako and not death or memory or space can separate them, not for long. but seeing your sister die, and then… go beyond death, to twist herself and latch on to a chance that she may never return except in madness and spite - thats a hard thing to grasp, even when she succeeds. taako had still found himself shivering when his sister forgot she had a body again and grabbed a hot pan off the stove, crying out in pain. taako still woke sweating from nightmares in which his sister and his friend flew apart and reformed as cackling red robed horrors of insanity and cruelty, too far for him to reach.

until that cycle, though, barry and lups choice had only been an asset.

but some raven queens do not take kindly to anything they see as a perversion of their domain.

barely a week into that cycle, taako had awoken from the guilty non-elven pleasure of a nap only to find himself in some cold, hard court, fashioned seemingly of steel and silver and concrete, onyx lining the floor and the only color coming from sparse sapphires sparkled throughout the long echoing hall.

at the end of it - and taako had known his eyes must have played tricks on him, because at first the being at the end of the hall seemed, while large, not much larger than a giant, but when hed called a nervous greeting his voice had echoed so awfully he knew the hall stretched much farther than hed thought and the goddess at the end of it must have been unimaginably huge.

her eyes had glinted a flinty sapphire in her carven steel face when she ordered him to defend the existence of his sister and his sisters lover.

taako had tried. he truly, truly had. but while taako is a being of preservation and caution, full of intelligence and cleverness, he is not one of cold hard logic. perhaps lucretia could have convinced this raven queen, the only of their number who had ever been able to grasp true hard reason… but taako doubts it. he had doubted it then and he doubts it even more these days.

the point is, taako, for all his love for his family and his brilliant wit and devotion (probably, in fact, because of it) taakos arguments couldnt convince that raven queen. she saw past his genuine belief that lup and barry had made a good decision, and into his fears for her, and the goddess of death had based her own argument on those. she won. taako never had a chance.

he, lup, and barry had woken up in the next cycle, newly resurrected. taako never stops feeling guilty about it.

so. yes.

taako is more than a little nervous about meeting the goddess his boyfriend serves so devotedly. but, and youd be hard pressed to convince him to admit it, taako would do anything for kravitz. and despite it all he does actually want to see what the deal is with his sister and his best friends boss, and his patron gods… friend? lover? girlfriend? taako isnt quite sure what fate and death are to each other, but its definitely something.

kravitz lays a warm hand on taakos shoulder, but taako squares them up. he can do this, for fucks sake - hes died a shitton of times, he can meet death.

the doors open and taakos breath - the only breath in this realm of the dead - catches in his throat.

taako is a die hard istus fan, and shell always be his goddess. but if taako wasnt a taken elf, hed follow the raven queen, he realizes with a startle.

shes beautiful, yes. shes gorgeous, and taakos always been weak for beauty, but hers isnt the cold hard beauty of gemstones and gold, thinks his nimble fingers snatch up and hoard in his endless pockets. the raven queen is beautiful in a way that taako cant describe as anything other than simple.

he cant pin down any features. she has a kind face, gentle hands, bright eyes, but taako can tell she is a goddess because despite staying still the image of her flicks and shifts in his head. at once she seems to have every kind face hes ever seen, even if he doesnt recognize anyone. her hands reach out to comfort him - no more than comfort - but she stands without moving in front of taako and kravitz. her eyes glitter and sparkle and crinkle up with cheerful laughter, except taako isnt entirely sure she has eyes at all, or maybe she has too many.

he thinks… he thinks maybe she has wings, or maybe theyre arms, or maybe theyre black fabric, draped around and behind and below and above her, shifting with the last breaths of every mortal in the universe. its darkness but its not scary, taako realizes, its solacing, healing, the way that he feels when dusk passes to night and the sky is huge and warm and the brush of lups hand against his as she says goodbye for the night is a relief and a love.

hello, taako, death says. its lovely to meet you.

she means it, taako knows. he can tell, somehow. shes just happy to meet him. nothing more, nothing less.

'oh,' taako says aloud, and kravitz laughs his quiet sweet dorky laugh, and the raven queen laughs too, and its just that. its just a laugh, and its a nice one.

'oh indeed,' kravitz says. 'taako, did you really think id serve a monster or a cruel master?'

'well,' taako replies hesitantly, 'honestly, homie, i kind of thought you were, and id, like, have to start some quest to slay death itself and rescue you.'

the anthropomorphic personification of death laughs again, a note of delight in her tender voice. i like him, my kravitz, she says, good job.

kravitz does the dead-reaper equivalent of blushing. taako grins a little because its very cute.

'death is different here,' taako hums. 'its… it wasnt like this anywhere else i went. it was cold, or cruel, or empty. i dunno why its different in your world.'

'then i guess we're the lucky ones, huh?' kravitz asks. taako leans up against him and murmurs an agreement. 'its why i love my job so much, why it means so much to me. its not that im some hardass, i just…'

'yea, cha'boy gets it now,' assures taako. 'still.' he looks at the ever-shifting, ever-stable face of death again. 'you better treat my boy kravitz and my lady istus well, capiche? or we will have issues.'

its a deal, taako, the raven queen says, smiling.

when taako opens his eyes, hes in his home in the material plane, and kravitz is next to him, and theyre both smiling.

#this is unedited and also i wrote it at 4am #taako #kravitz #taakitz #the raven queen #taz balance #the adventure zone balance #fanfiction #death tw #trigger warning for death because it is a fic about the goddess of death #and also taako mentions some times that they died before story and song (so they dont count)#m text #fic #text #ask to tag #o shit yea and its lowkey lowkey inspired by gaimans death because i like the idea of a nice death

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 3 years

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Discord pt 92

[Date: 17/03, 07:42 PM GMT - 17/03, 09:29 PM GMT]

jayyyyyyyy: “fetch, come on, cant you see this isnt doing anything to help?

just take the damn ointment”

Little-K1ng: “he... what?”

Marcus: “I back read a little bit”

Marcus: “Just not here”

fetch: “fine. you want me to be honest huh. go on look at the fucking doc. just another place where my problems turned into everyone else's.”

Little-K1ng: fetch.... you really, really need to stop lying to me. im doing my best here, im trying so hard to let things slide in the name of giving you what you need. but you are far from making it easy on me”

fetch: “we're gonna forget all this happened in 3 days time anyway. it doesn't fucking matter what i tell you or what i dont.”

Little-K1ng: “you get angry when you're stressed, you stop responding, you stop listening to reason

but-.. wait, whats going to happen in 3 days?”

Maxwell: “....prince told us that faer family is coming back in 3 days”

fetch: “the beginning of spring.”

Maxwell: “spring officially begins then”

jayyyyyyyy: “we'll get you guys back, if you somehow go back in the first place”

Little-K1ng: “so.... so i get warning, this time,

thats.... almost too cruel”

fetch: “whatever. i honestly can't be asked to care at this point.”

Marcus: “You’d really say that to Mona of all people?”

Little-K1ng: “i..... i wouldnt ask that of you”

Marcus: “...three days huh”

Little-K1ng: “i would simply fucking EXPECT IT FROM YOU. HOW THE FUCK. AM I MEANT TO FEEL. WHEN I CANT STOP GRIEVING SOMEONE. WHOS RIGHT IN FUCKING FRONT OF ME, FETCH?”

donti (e): “... mona u alright...?”

Marcus: “Is that really a question you’re asking right now?”

donti (e): “ah.. sorry.”

jayyyyyyyy: “honestly at this point im willing to chuck a bucket of weedkiller at fetch's head”

Marcus: “Jeight.”

donti (e): “hey hey lets not get hastyy”

Little-K1ng: “i... [huff] i .... [sniff] i just.. i shouldnt have yelled i....”

Marcus: “This isn’t helping”

fetch: “i... you're expecting too much from me. i mean. you expect me to care at this point? when death is coming to our door and all we can do is throw on a little sprinkler? when all we can do is sit in a huddle and wait until these vines in our skulls fully bloom?”

donti (e): “... we discussed possible solutions to the buds if you.. want to change subject.. or not”

jayyyyyyyy: “fetch, the thing about this is that we have a fighting chance

we lose that chance if you stop fighting”

Little-K1ng: “im expecting you to fucking try, fetch. im expecting you to understand that we're all going through this, and every time you lie to me, to us, you cost us more time we could have spent trying to fix it”

fetch: “how would it help, by piling on more and more to the shitheap we have already? you're not supposed to worry about me. ive always been able to handle myself.”

Maxwell: “please ⌇⏁⍜⌿arguing....why are we arguing.....”

Marcus: “..”

Void: “...”

Little-K1ng: “wh... what did you just...?”

Maxwell: “....what....”

fetch: “...”

Maxwell: “why are...”

Marcus: “Max..”

Maxwell: “why are you staring at me what”

Marcus: “Can you say what you just said again”

Little-K1ng: “that sounded like...”

donti (e): “max...”

Little-K1ng: “say that again, max”

Marcus: “Please”

jayyyyyyyy: “actually maybe dont”

Marcus: “Max say it again”

jayyyyyyyy: “that. i think fighting is causing the process to speed up”

Maxwell: “please stop arguing....why are we arguing.....?”

Little-K1ng: “i... thats not what i heard”

donti (e): “... lets stop arguing”

Marcus: “That’s..that’s what I thought you said

You just

Didn’t say it like that”

Maxwell: “but i did”

fetch: “...yall still think I need to be priority right now?”

Maxwell: “thats what i said”

jayyyyyyyy: “you, uh, said "stop" in enderspeak”

Maxwell: “what no i didnt”

Marcus: “Fetch. This is going to be you so kindly shut the fuck up about not being a priority”

Little-K1ng: “fetch, you fail to recognize that you're always my priority, even if you're kind of an ass”

Marcus: “Max it’s okay

I told you it would be okay”

Little-K1ng: “max, hug?”

Maxwell: “why....why are you all acting so weird?”

Little-K1ng: “its alright, max”

jayyyyyyyy: “we're all just stressed mate”

Maxwell: “are yall okay?”

donti (e): “weere fine its fine..”

Maxwell: “its?

look im not a child you can tell me whats going on”

Marcus: “We told you”

fetch: “you spoke in ender.”

Marcus: “You denied it”

donti (e): “you spoke ender.”

Maxwell: “you....youre kidding right?”

jayyyyyyyy: “nope”

Maxwell: “ha funny joke”

jayyyyyyyy: “we're not joking”

fetch: “for once im not lying.”

Marcus: “You told us to tell you.

We told you.”

Little-K1ng: “here, come in for a hug, wont you?”

Maxwell: “no no no no no”

Little-K1ng: “ive got you, max”

Maxwell: “i couldnt have no”

jayyyyyyyy: “hold on, hes panicking”

Little-K1ng: “its the stress, max

its alright, im here”

jayyyyyyyy: “mona, give him a little space”

Maxwell: “no no no stay please”

jayyyyyyyy: “i never said for anyone to leave

are you okay with being given hugs, or would you rather not?”

Maxwell: “im okay with it”

LLyr: “they’ve kind of established max likes the contact at this point i think”

jayyyyyyyy: “yeah, but you can never be too careful”

LLyr: “fair enough”

Little-K1ng: “i appreciate the concern for max, jayx8″

fetch: “I. i would offer a hug but I'm not feeling up to it. i think I'm just gonna go for a walk.”

jayyyyyyyy: “its

Little-K1ng: “fetch...”

jayyyyyyyy: “hm”

Maxwell: “i dont wanna go back no no please no”

Little-K1ng: “i would rather you not go out where the court roams

you got in one good bite, let it be enough”

fetch: “i'll stick nearby.

i just need to get out of the house.”

Little-K1ng: “stay where you can see the road, alright? text me if you need a pickup”

jayyyyyyyy: “stay near the neighborhood. go to the mineshaft if you need to”

fetch: “yeah. got it. later.”

Maxwell: “I'm scared”

donti (e): “...”

Little-K1ng: “oh, max...”

Maxwell: “oh no oh god oh merde”

donti (e): “sh shsshshh max its fine.

calm down its alright.”

Little-K1ng: “tell you what, we can destress with some hot cocoa? with the tiny colorful marshmallows you like?”

Marcus: “I can go make it

I don’t think max wants to be alone right now”

jayyyyyyyy: “maybe watch some movies? ones that uh, dont have kidnapping in them, too. moana would be good?”

Little-K1ng: “i dont actually.. own any movies

i dont watch them”

donti (e): “youtube videos ?”

Little-K1ng: “that works”

[They watch a video of an otter for a while, and discuss the events from earlier this day. Max thinks that the wreathe mayn’t be as bad as everyone thinks it’ll be, as it will have calendula marigolds which are good for helping to heal.]

Little-K1ng: “....ah.. they are, but maybe..... nah, nevermind.... ill let you enjoy the thought”

Maxwell: “they may be fully metal but still...maybe then can help the family....”

Marcus: “...”

Little-K1ng: “.........”

Maxwell: “what?”

Marcus: “..yeah max, that’s a nice thought”

Maxwell: “i thought so too!”

Little-K1ng: “i cant believe.... im staring down the barrel of either losing all 3 of you... or going with you and not remembering any of this... that hurts, and it hasnt even happened yet”

Marcus: “Well

I don’t know if this will comfort you or not

But you might not entirely forget this”

Little-K1ng: “true! this is honestly the happiest thing to happen to me in an incredibly long time, there is a chance itll stick”

Marcus: “Baron and Prince remember their childhoods a little bit”

Maxwell: “stick...sticky...ha honey is sticky but not good

tastes yucky”

Marcus: “...I remembered Elizabeth and I learning codes

....max?”

Maxwell: “hm?

something wrong?”

Marcus: “What was that about honey just now?”

Maxwell: “oh!

well mona said stick

and stick is one letter off from sticky!

and hony is really sticky

but i dont like honey”

Marcus: “...got it

Maxwell: “bleh”

Marcus: “Okay yeah that

That makes sense”

Maxwell: “yeah!”

Little-K1ng: “i wish i hadnt snapped at fetch like that... maybe when he comes back i can give him a proper apology”

Maxwell: “hm perhaps that would be good

family should get along”

[this message was deleted shortly afterwards]

Marcus: “....”

Little-K1ng: “i...?”

Maxwell: “what?”

Marcus: “M..ax?”

Little-K1ng: “max?”

Maxwell: “god damn it did i speak fucking ender again or some shit???”

Marcus: “N..no”

Little-K1ng: “n..no.....”

Maxwell: “the fuck happened then? yall look freaked out”

Marcus: “Um”

Little-K1ng: “nevermind! :)!!”

Maxwell: “hm.....if youre sure...”

Marcus: “I must be tired, it’s fine Max! :)”

Maxwell: “youve been sleeping a lot man you sure?”

Marcus: “Yeah, gotta be tired to sleep a lot right”

Maxwell: “I guess”

Little-K1ng: “are you guys...... hungry?”

[The conversation switches to the topic of making brownies and other baked goods. There was also small talk about methods of removing the growing wreathe buds that had been suggested earlier in the day. Mona suggests cutting one of the buds off, if Max could handle it. Jack and Marcus argue over their priorities: their concern for Max and their family respectively. After snipping off a small part of the buds, the following conversation ensures:]

Marcus: “...he’s not bleeding”

donti (e): “can you guys take a look at what mona cut off?”

emuhlee: “well, that part is good?”

Maxwell: “theres some time of fucking liquid ow”

Marcus: “It looks like that...cellulose that comes out of dandelions”

Little-K1ng: “Hhhhhhhhh”

Marcus: “Mona?

donti (e): “is max alright??”

Marcus: “Uh..in pain?”

dreaming: “uh get a towel?”

Marcus: “It’s not a lot”

Maxwell: “that really hurt jesus fucking christ”

Marcus: “Have you never picked a dandelion?

It’s like that”

Little-K1ng: “That's kinda. Gross”

Jack the Observer: “it's not blood though, right?”

Maxwell: “my headache is much worse....”

Little-K1ng: “No not blood”

Marcus: “It’s..

Huh”

donti (e): “blood substitute?”

Marcus: “It stopped”

Jack the Observer: “huh.”

Marcus: “......”

donti (e): “hey what happened to the bud”

Marcus: “Mona

Mona look”

Marcus: “Mona there’s two more”

Maxwell: “God damn it is this fucking Hercules or some shit”

Jack the Observer: “pft”

donti (e): “well.

we can at least look at the bud that was cut off.”

Marcus: “It’s just sitting there”

[The conclusion from this experiment was that the buds have nerve endings, which is why it hurt Maxwell and worsened his headache when it was cut, even after being numbed with ice prior to cutting. People ask about Fetch’s whereabouts. This was his last known update to the document:]

[With this information, people begin to speculate that Fetch might not be back for a while…]

#on:discord #by:maxwell #by:marcus #by:fetch #if the crown fits

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wholesomeromy · 4 years

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This is for the five heads gc but mostly for @cabinhargreeves because she hates it when I write angst like this.... especially like this. And faith but it won't let me tag you :(

TW// mentions of sexual assault, and major character death

One hour. That's how long he'd usually be gone. But it was now nearing three and Andrew couldn't stop pacing their apartment. The cats continued to walk between his feet, picking up on his tension and almost tripping him up as they purred against his exposed and cold ankles.

He had to do something. He had to go out and find him... No. He needed to stay here. He needed to stay here, in the apartment, just in case he came back.

Andrew played with the ring that hung around him neck, the one that matched Neil's. He remembered the day he proposed to him, carefully sliding a small ring onto his keychain before practice. He remembered the annoying dopey grin that stuck to his face when he realized, which was almost instantly. He remembered his soft blue eyes fondly watching him for the rest of the day as if he himself hung the stars.

Maybe he could call Kevin. He didn't live too far away. Andrew was certain that he lived along the route Neil usually took to the store. That was it, of course. He was probably just at Kevin's and his phone died that's why he hadn't told Andrew. He was always forgetting to charge that damned phone it was probably the most likely solution to this conundrum.

Where was his phone. He remembered throwing it somewhere over there, by the couch. But he never watched long enough to see where it landed. It was probably around there somewhere... there! Laying face down on the floor, half under the couch, was the black mobile.

He rushed over to it, not bothering to stand back up before scrolling through for Kevin's number. He passed Neil's and his thumb hovered over it, only for a second. There was no point trying to call him again. He wasn't going to pick up.

Sir nudged his soft head against Andrew's hand, who lifted up his arms to allow him to come and snuggle against his chest. He wasn't in the mood to make a snide remark at the animal, or knock him off. He was too focused on other things, more important things. Like finding out where his idiot of a husband had found himself.

He pushed the phone hard against his ear, ignoring the sore pulsing against the side of his head where he slammed it into himself so fast. And it rang. And it rang. And it rang.

And it kept ringing. For god sake Day, it wasn't that hard to answer your god damned phone. It kept ringing. And then it stopped.

"Hey,"

"Kevin-"

"I can't get to the phone right now so leave a message after the tone!" Fuck.

He was at practice. Andrew knew this. But it barely crossed his mind. His head was so occupied with these constant and distressing thoughts that he was able to forget something so basic yet so relevant.

The feeling of it was strange, forgetting something. Andrew had never forgotten anything since he was seven years old. Since his first foster father decided Andrew was a good substitute whilst his wife was out for the weekend. The first foster father who made him remember everything, every small, mostly irrelevant, usually painful, thing that ever happened to or around him.

But he forgot this. He forgot that Kevin, his friend, was at practice. He forgot that he wouldn't have seen Neil. He forgot that Neil wouldn't have stopped at his apartment on the way home from the store. He forgot. And it was the worst feeling he had felt in a long, long time.

But it was slowly being overrun by the thought of Neil. The thought of Neil for now being gone for three hours and seven minutes. The thought of Neil only having left for the store to get some icecream because Andrew asked him too. The thought that it was all Andrew's fault, whatever it was.

He was so selfish.

He went through his contacts again, barley batting an eye at Neil's name this time as he hunted down the next best thing to Kevin. Matt Boyd.

He couldn't believe he was doing this, and neither could Matt judging by his weary answer of, "Andrew?"

He sighed and tipped his head forward till his forehead was pressed against the couch cushion. "I need your help." He said as flatly as he could muster. He didn't think this could be so hard.

"Andrew?" Matt repeated. "You need my help? What's happened? Are you okay?"

Andrew couldnt help but laugh. It was thin and dry, but it was there. "Yeah... yeah I'm fine."

Matt was silent for a moment, probably trying to digest what Andrew had said. But it obviously didn't take long before he figured it out. "Neil. Where is he?"

"I don't know." He answered bluntly. "I need your help. He's been gone for three hours and he's not answering his phone."

"What's happening?" Dan's voice cut in. Matt must've put his phone on loud speaker for Dan to hear Andrew with his flat mumbling. "Neil's missing?"

"No! No, he's not missing." He refused to believe that, over everything they'd been through, he could go missing so easily, so quickly. "He's just gone, okay."

They were both silent again. Andrew didn't need this right now. It was bad enough that he was calling them at all, he didn't need them to be wasting his time aswell.

"I'm calling the police." Dan finally said.

"You are not."

"I am." She growled. She was using her captain voice on him again. Even if he didn't think of her much as a person, he respected her enough as a captain to understand that voice. "I dont give a fuck what his uncle says. Or what the moriyamas say. Or what you say. He's missing so the police need to be informed so they can get out and find him."

Andrew hung up. He didn't want to hang up. He didn't mean to hang up. But he did, and it was too late to ring them back.

He stared at the call history, stared at Neil's name, the calls that didn't even go through. Stared at Kevins name, the call that went to voicemail because he forgot something so basic. Stared at Matt's name, the call that did go through but ended quicker than he ever would've wanted.

Andrew went out and searched. He drove along Neil's usual route to the store. He found an abandoned phone and a bag with two tubs of now melted icecream in. He found blood on the grass, small splatterings here and there. But he didn't find Neil.

He was missing.

The police were called and it wasn't long before Andrew got a call from Renee. He stared at her name. Stared at the screen and waited for it go to the last ring before answering.

And that was when he broke.

"They found him." She had said.

But it wasn't what she said that had broken him. It was what she hadn't said.

They found his body.

"When do they need me in?" He asked, because he knew they would ask him to identify his body.

"Tomorrow." She answered, as kindly as she could.

He hung up. He didn't want to hang up. He didn't mean to hang up. But there was no one who could save him now.

He was falling, falling, falling. And the only person who could've picked him up? They were gone. Missing. Dead.

He had nothing. No. He didn't even have nothing anymore.

#andrielhc #andriel #all for the game au #aftg au #au #angst hc #angst #neil josten #andrew minyard

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painandpleasure86 · 4 years

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My lips search for your lips (BreakyWeek2k19)

Author’s note: Hi ppl! I was writing something more (shush) and this came to my mind suddenly. Sorry the typos in advance, English its my 2nd language. First time writing something ship related...We will see how this results.

This will be posted November 12th, sorry the delay... But I started to write it in November 11th, that counts? LMAO.

Prompt for Day 1 that I choosed: “First Kiss”

Warnings: Fluff, with a touch of angst.

Word count: +1.4k

Tag list: @runningfortocome @warriorteam1924 @painkiller80

It's winter. Trees without their leafs, snow falling from the sky, windy days, less sunlight, so, more time with darkness. And in that darkness, some smiles brights like the noon sun, giving to us happiness and cheering us up.

He had and have that smile. Always so kind, always so wide. Always he found a reason to do it. Despite he do that for himself, he was pretty aware that made the day to someone more with his smile. And even more than make their day better, make their life better. He wasnt aware that his smile made someone start to being in love with him, and was the most unexpected person in the entire globe.

Time to recording. The four working so hard for the next album, doing their best. During a break, he saw the opportunity to speak finally about his feelings with his friend. Both were sat near to the another one in the consoles room next to the recording room itself, drinking a beer.

"Fred", he said in a whisper. "I need to say something to you".

"Go ahead darling", he said smiling kindly.

He watched across the room with shyness. His mouth came closer to the right ear of Freddie and said "not here."

"Well, come with me."

Both stand up of their chairs and go outside of the recording room.

Once that the door was closed, Fred said "I'm all ears honey".

He didn't knew how to start. His natural shyness was increased for the kind of confession that he wanted to make to his soul brother. He was hesitant, but at the same time he needed to vent. He gulped saliva. He breathed deeply. He sighed deeply too. Closed his eyes for a moment. Was ready.

"Well… emmm I love someone more that isn't Chrissie".

Fred didn't couldn't resist to laugh a little.

"Go ahead with that girl and have fun".

He watched at the eyes of his friends with a sad vibe.

"It's a man." And he covered his face with his huge hands trying to hide the 'shame'.

Freddie laughed a bit.

"Now I need to know who's the chosen one".

Brian, quitting his hands of his face, but watching to the floor he said "he haves the most precious smile that I ever see in my entire life." He giggle a bit, raising his head and watching to something far away from them. "I just want to see that smile everyday, next to me, every morning…" His eyes was shinning and he smiles more. "I want his eyes looking at me with love and affection. I want that he hugs so tightly to me like he does to Roger", ended with a big blush in his face.

Just with that last words Freddie could confirm his suspect. He watched at the eyes to his friend and puts a hand in one of the shoulders of his friend.

"Go for Johnny! I think that's mutual the feeling darling. But go and speak of this with him as soon as you can…"

"Well.. I'll do today sincerely. I can't have this with me anymore… I don't know if tomorrow I die and he didn't knew about my feelings".

Fred giggled.

"Haha, being a dramatic lady as usual…".

Brian smiled. His friend too. Both looked at the eyes of the another.

"Better?" said Fred.

He sighed deeply.

"Yeah. More free."

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They came back to the consoles room. The four back at work.

He was waiting for the right moment, barely dissimulating his nerves. Fred in some moment, said at his ear "relax… I'll go with Rog to record some vocals. You can speak with him now".

The brunette man left his bass in the studio and gone to the room next to the recording room itself, to rest a little. He sat near to Brian in the couch, the last one was pretty nervous.

"Brian, are you okay?" he asked concerned, looking at him and putting his left hand in the right shoulder of his bandmate.

The curly one felts some pressure in his tummy, that damn nerves. His thoughts was like "oh he's touching me, he's concerned about me!"

Finally can respond the ask.

"N-no sincerely." said looking at the eyes of the bassist, pretty uncomfortable.

John watched at Bri's eyes with kindness. "Y'know that you and myself argue a lot about music, but quitting that, you can count on me with anything you need." He quitted the hand and hugged him with an arm, pretty tightly. "Seriously mate… you can tell me if you want; if not, I'll try to make you feel better at least" said smiling widely. That smile.

Brian didn't resisted more. After checked that the producers and sound engineer didn't watched at them, he kisses the left cheek of his friend, pressing against him with his left hand in the right cheek of the another one. With his right arm hugged to the bassist tightly.

John was surprised, but not uncomfortable. Indeed, he blushed and smiled shyly. And Brian noticed that. They left to hug them and watched at the another eyes. Brian asked "still have some beers?" His friend responded "I think that this night will be so long, so, we can go for a couple of them no?" And winked an eye.

John said in loud voice "well guys Bri and I will go to buy some beers. Someone wants something?" The producer quitted partially his headphones, watched at him and said smiling "some chips will be great". Their friends were recording voices, so, they didn't hear the voice of his friend.

Moments later, when Brian and John gone, Fred watched that their friends aren't there and he smiled, thinking "finally!"

Rog watched at Fred, confused.

"Are you okay mate?"

He turned to him and responded "yeah Roger, I'm happy… happy for how the song it's turning in something good.

Roger smiled.

"Don't lie Fred, hahaha. And for your information, Deaky told me something similar that surely Bri told to you". Both were aware of that incoming couple… and couldnt be more happier.

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In their way to buy beers, they tried to not be recognized for the people, so they walked for pretty dark sidewalks.

They was just walking together, in silence. But, suddenly the youngest had an impulse to push to the curly man against a wall of a narrow lane.

He grabbed the face of the another with his hands and he kissed to his bandmate. Their lips were in contact for the very first time. Was brief. But enough in that moment. Both watched at the eyes, he still grabbing the face with his hands, the another hugging John in his waist. The scene was so romantic. The love was in the air. They stared almost like a minute, enjoying the moment.

And, again suddenly, John was in one of his knees, grabbing the right hand of Brian with both of his hands, watching to his loved one.

"Mr May, will you date with me? You will care me, love and respect me until the death separate us or our wives discover us and force to us to be straight again (almost the same than death)?

Brian giggled.

"I do."

John smiled.

He was in his feet again and grabbed the face of Brian, kissing him again, now with passion.

Trying to speak, Brian said "I- I didn't said that thing of "Mr Deacon wants to blah blah blah…" unfair”. John stopped his kiss and watching so close to him "I know that you will take care of me, love me and respect me forever…" and restart with the kiss, quitting the opportunity to Brian to speak.

Then, Brian hugged to John and their bodies were in contact, so tightly. And bit to bit, they started to turned on. They forgot the beers. Also forgot that they were in a cold lane. Their heartbeats started to accelerate. A little moan could be listened.

But, when they where really enjoying that expression of their passion and love, someone walked near to them and screamed "hey guys, rent a bed in a motel! Hehe". Was then when they were came back to the reality.

They stopped. And came back to the sidewalk, laughing and with their cheeks burning like fire.

Recovering his breath, Brian told "that person was right… You just must to tell me when." John, watching at him, said "when you want… I'm eager really."

The rest of the time they were in silence again, trying to be come back to the studio pretty quick.

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They could buy the beers. End the song with his bandmates. And started a new chapter in their lifes. Finally.

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thevmontgomery · 4 years

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Montgomery Family Values

After Rocky’s vigil, Vanessa comes home to gather a few things and is unfortunately met with a Montgomery sibling meeting.

included: @montgomery-malachai triggers: homophobia, rocky’s death, slut shaming,

Vanessa: There were few situations Vanessa ever felt like she didn't have any control, there was only ever one that she's ever truly felt powerless: when it was her and her brothers. Vanessa had only came home to get a few things knowing that their father would be out, but caught her eldest brother Nate staring back at her with disappointment in his eyes as she was instructed to follow him to the dining room table, Kai already sitting there. She hadn't been home since she ran away and Vanessa knew it was only a matter of time before she would have to face her family. Her family that changed the locks on her, her family that took her son from him took every piece of existence of the boy out of the house, the family that made her feel like she didn't exist the majority of her life. Vanessa sat down across from Kai, not bothering to make eye contact.

kai: Kai hardly had a relationship with his eldest sibling, even when they were younger, he had always been closer to Vanessa. Something about Nate being able to bring out the almost submissive puppy in Kai, always breaking the hard exterior he built up as their conversation went. He had been sitting in the living room, his brothers eyes on him when they heard Vanessa pull up. Kai getting sent to sit at the dining table, popping one of his /sales/ in his mouth, dry swallowing it as he sat down. Hoping to feel something other than sobriety in this impromptu family meeting. His head glanced up as he heard the clicking of his sisters heels, rolling his eyes as she avoided eye contact with him. A part of him not shocked that she had left him with the two people he had hated most in the world, but a part of him still hurt by it.

Nate: "Sit," Nate instructed, sitting at the head of family seat. Looking over his siblings all he could feel was disgust and disappointment. "Have you two learned nothing?" he started. "All you two have done since I enlisted was cause Hell in this house. Mother would be turning in her grave if she knew how you two have become? A fucking useless teen mom and a drug dealing fairy. You two are going to wisen up and you're going to wisen up now!" his voice thundered. Nate turned his gaze to Vanessa, "And what do you have you have to say for yourself? Do you know the mess father and I have to clean up because you and those god awful Bells? Do you want to be one of their gang sluts for the rest of your life? You already fucked up your life getting pregnant and now you're going to let them ruin your life some more? You're going to pack up all your shit wherever you are and come home /tonight/. Not tomorrow, not when father is gone, /tonight/. And you..." he paused turning to Kai. "Fort Union Academy will be expecting you to move in this weekend."

kai: shook his head as Nate brought up their mother, no one in the house understanding Kai, especially after the accident. Talking or thinking about his mom was hard, let alone the thought that he wasnt what she would have wanted of him. He knew deep down that his mom would be disappointed in who he was, but he enjoyed himself, he loved himself. /most of the time/. His eyes glaring daggers at Nate as he addressed Vanessa. Knowing she went in on herself day in and day out, and now with rocky being gone he knew it had gotten worse. "dont act like you give a fuck," He spoke, for once getting bold with his brother. Instant regret washing through him as he turned to him, his brow raising, "youre funny if you think im getting shipped away like some fucking amazon return," he knew at that point he already sealed his deal, and he shouldnt have kept talking, but he had.

Vanessa: Even though Vanessa in her brain was the more mature one out of the three, she was also the most weak willed out of them and easily persuaded when it came to her family. She already felt so alone in the house that she would do anything to make her family happy with her again. Nate's words were hitting Vanessa like knives and she became that sad little forgotten girl once again. Tears started forming in Vanessa's eyes. Maybe if she had been a little nicer, a little prettier, a little smarter, a little more like her parents wanted, Rocky might still be here. If only she would have been enough all of this wouldn't have happened. "I... I get it, Nathanial," she said weakly, curling into herself. He was right. She was ruining everyone around her and letting other people ruin her. Before she could say anything else, she looked to Kai, shaking her head to stop him. Vanessa knew how cruel Nate was to Kai. She gave him a look of warning, hoping he'd stop talking. She'd take the beating if it meant Kai would be safe.

Nate: head snapped once he heard Kai's reply. "I don't give a fuck about some fag who is dead set on being a disappointment for the rest of his life. I'm concerned about our slut of a sister who killed our brother. Or did you forget?" He stood up, palms pressed against the table and eyes of fury. He took a deep breath, pretending to add some softness to his faith. "She's useless, beyond help according to father, but for whatever reason he thinks you can be fixed. A year at military school should /straighten/ you out in one way or another. It's not up for discussion. When father comes home your hair will be black again and you both will be grateful that he is continuing to let you live in his house. Do I make myself clear?"

kai: "No all you give a fuck about is impressing the image of a man who has never been a father to anyone but you," he spoke sharply, his whole body telling him to stand down. That his brother wasnt going to take kindly to his words, but the fire he felt in his skin from hearing him talk about vanessa, he couldnt stay quiet. "Shes amazing. If you took a fucking second to look past what father has warped into that peanut brain, you wouldve seen the person she really is. Shes not a slut, shes not an idiot, shes not useless. Shes fucking family!" Kai spoke, standing from his spot, "Everything she has ever done has been to make father happy, to make you happy. And for what?! To be forced to live a lie her whole life? She didnt kill our NEPHEW. She didnt go to that appointment knowing that Vince fucking Bell would bring his gang ties with him. You dont get to sit here and lecture us when you arent even fucking around to see anything happening anyway!" He rolled his eyes, catching the way he spoke the word straight, "Yes because a year with only men around is really gonna make me only want woman. Smart plan on that one homie,"

Vanessa: "I didn't kill my son!" Vanessa finally spoke up, the pain clear in her voice. "You think I purposely got my son killed! I wish it was fucking me! I wish every fucking day that I was the one who died and I know you all wish it too! You wished it when Mama died and now you're all wishing it with Rocky gone," she continued, tears rolling down her cheeks. All she wanted right now was to drown herself in vodka but she couldn't right now with Nate of all people here and Kai catching onto her habits. Vanessa fell into herself, slowly breaking down for the first time in a long time. It was like everything came flashing before her. She knew her family hated her, knew her family didn't nor ever loved her, and it was all just resurfacing. She looked up for a second, puffy eyes immediately going to Kai and mouthing "stop". If Nate was already dropping the F word to Kai, it would only escalate from there.

Nate: "It should have been you," he spoke sternly, not bothering to even look at Vanessa. His full attention on Kai. He shoved Kai in his chest forcefully putting him back in his chair. "Don't get loud with me, Malachai. You think because it's just you here now you're the man of the house? He died because your sister didn't know who the fucking father of Rocky was. If she hadn't been whoring around there wouldn't have been an appointment. You let her go to that appointment alone. You're just as much to blame as those fucking Bells. This is your last straw, Malachai, last fucking chance. You want to learn what it's really like to be alone? You wanna get sent away too? Don't push me."

kai: "Like it shouldve been me when mom died? Bet you loved telling an 11 year old that everyday for months," He spoke bitterly, a groan falling from his lips as he was shoved back into the chair. His head snapping up to meet his gaze. His words sinking in and knowing there was plenty of truth to them. "I shouldve gone youre right," He spoke, "But you know who else couldve? You. You know who couldve stopped Vince being involved from the gun? You." Shaking his head, "Im already alone Nathaniel. This place is simply room and board at this rate. We arent a family, weve never been a family. father and yourself have made damn sure of that,"

Vanessa: heard the garage door opening and looked to her brother with desperate eyes. Thankfully, Nate walked out to the front to meet up with their father who no doubtly wouldn't even bother even saying hello to any of them now that his precious son was here. Vanessa waited a moment til their brother was far enough, "You're not... you're not a you know what," Vanessa whispered, not even daring to call him the F word. She hated the way Nate spoke and treated Kai. Kai always got the worst of Nate's anger especially since the youngest came out; usually Vanessa was there to defend him but in this moment she was being beaten down so bad she couldn't think straight. "I'm glad it wasn't you," she added.

kai: 's eyes shifted to their sister, his eyes soft at the look on her face. he could see how affected she was by nates words, the fire in kai only growing. shaking his head as she spoke, "he cant say anything I didnt say to myself for years. I know the stigma around bi men, as shitty as it fucking is," He shrugged, "Everything he said about you isnt true V. You arent useless or an idiot, youre an amazing human. Im glad youre my sister," He spoke, a smile gracing his lips as she spoke, "Im sorry you lost your son V, neither one of you shouldve been lost that day," He spoke softly, himself and V being the closest to Rocky, it hit home hearing Nate talk about him. As if he had a relationship with him.

Vanessa: "But you're not, I'm not going to let them send you away. I'll take whatever daddy has to throw. I won't let you be alone," Vanessa spoke. She got up from her seat, moving to sit in the one next to Kai. "I love you, little brother," Vanessa spoke, putting her head on his shoulder. The conversation was all too much, but everything Nate was saying was true. She believed every last word. She was useless. She was a slut. She was all of it and worsy. "It should have been me," she mumbled.

kai: "I like what I like, no one can get mad at me over that. Not logically, i aint doing harm," He shrugged, " We're never alone. As long as we got eachother we'll be ok," He spoke, resting his head on top of hers for a moment. "I love you too big sister," He knew her gears were turning, knew every word nate spoke was on repeat in both their brains. "It should've been me too," He spoke softly

Vanessa: "No harm, though, you could have better taste in men," Vanessa teased. "You think things would be different if Mama was still here? Or that she'd turn on us too?" she asked weakly. She knew her mother loved them, know deep down in her heart that Malachai and Vanessa whom she always joked were her precious little twins considering how similar they looked (way before the blonde locks and the shaved pink hair), but she also knew that her family wasn't perfect. That her father's heart was cold long before their mother's death. Would he have turned their mother cold too. "At least if it was both of us, we'd be with Mama..."

kaii: "as though you got any room to talk on that front," he teased, rolling his eyes jokingly. His smile falling as he thought of his mothers, the words of his brother ringing between his ears. "I think Mama wouldve looked out for us," He spoke softly. His connection with his mom strong from the jump, he was a premie baby. So he needed the extra love at the beginning, and not much has changed in his relationships since. But himself and the two females of the house were practically attached at the hip, having inside jokes and comments, little memories that no one else could recall. Their mom being the reason people never knew if the two siblings were twins or not. Their family was a mess, no doubt about it. Anyone looking in could see that they werent a family, but merely people coexisting in a home that became a house the day their mother lost her life. And thats what finally caused Kais tough exterior to break. All the memories and thoughts of his mom came rushing back, the ones he had pushed aside since that day in the car. Tears flowing but his face never changing from its stoic expression, a part of him scared that his father or brother would walk through the door. Calling him a fairy and other terms because he was showing emotion. "I miss her so fucking much.."

Vanessa: "the men i date are the best of their groups thank you very much," vanessa replied, sticking her tongue out. she took a deep breath, noticing how silent her brother had become. she shouldn't have brought up their mother. it was a sensitive topic for vanessa, but she wasn't there when their mother died. she wasn't the one who had to watch them pull her lifeless body out the car. vanessa turned to kai, right away seeing his tear stained face. she quickly used her shirt sleeve to wipe away his tears, ears listening closely for footsteps. the last thing they needed was either of the elder montgomery men coming in and seeing kai in tears. it was already world war 2 in their house, things didn't need to be worst. "I miss her too, but I need you to be strong for me right now? Okay, KK? I wouldn't ask this if I didn't think you could do it. Daddy can't see you like this. Just go to my room and lock yourself in there for the night, they won't bother you if they think it's me in there. I'll stay out here and deal with Daddy."

kaii: He allowed her to wipe his tears, tilting his head back as he caught his breath. He knew better than to be showing emotion, given that the two people he feared the most were beyond the door. But everything had become to much for him, every decision made in his life flashing through his mind. A gut feeling telling him she wouldnt be proud of him, and that hurt more than anything could say to him. He nodded to her words, "I know I know," He spoke quickly, rubbing his eyes slightly, "After all this I will. Im not leaving you with them alone,"

Vanessa: "Go." Vanessa said more forcefully. She wasn't going to take no for an answer. Vanessa knew all too well how their father was towards Kai. She never protected him from it, just hid in her room and pretended to be interested in whatever Nate was talking about in order to have someone to keep her from fully freaking out. "Whatever they do to me isn't going to hurt me as what they do to you. Go."

kaii: "No," He spoke with a headshake, "we're in this together V, from now on. You and me," He spoke with as much force as her, "We cant protect one another if one of us is just running off," He spoke, not meaning the double meaning behind his words, and not realizing till they were already out of his mouth, "We need to be united, it has to work,"

Vanessa: "United."

#para

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