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eiraeths · 4 months

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y’all know janitor from scrubs? he gives me ghost vibes. if y’all don’t know who janitor is just know this: he’s a pathological liar (but it’s over minor things for his own entertainment) and two he actively tries to make the main character of scrubs, JD, life harder over a small little incident. dude can hold a grudge.

anyway here’s a bunch of janitor quotes from scrubs except replacing it with ghost being janitor and soap is JD because it honestly made so much sense in my head. I also think a lot of dr cox quotes fit price or ghost so some of those too. actually price could also be dr kelso in a lot of this good lawd.

———

Ghost: [mouths] I'm going to kill you.

Soap: [silently] What?

Ghost: [gestures and mouths] I'm going to kill you.

Soap: Why?

Ghost: [shrugs]

———

Price: Look, you and I are alike in a lot of ways.

Ghost: We both harbor an internal struggle between the desire to do good, and the urge to become a master criminal.

Price: We don't.

Ghost: We do.

Price: You hate people, and I hate people. What nobody gets is that we never hate indiscriminately.

Ghost: That is so true. I only hate those that have wronged me. Like if they stole my stuff, or put a penny in a door. Or... that guy. See this look he shot us, like he's so much better than we are.

Price: Plus, he's only 25, and earlier I heard him use the phrase "Back in the day".

Ghost: Well, he's dug his own grave, hasn't he? Let's do this.

———

Soap: Did you lose something?

Ghost: No, why? Did you take something?

Soap: No.

Ghost: What'd you take?

Soap: Nothing.

Ghost: What'd you take?

———

[Soap walks out of the elevator as Ghost mops the floor]

Ghost : Hey!

Soap: What? I didn't say anything. I didn't do anything. What imaginary slight have you concocted in that paranoid brain of yours?

[Ghost looks down to the trail of muddy footprints trailing Soap]

Soap: [internally] Crap.

Soap: Well, shouldn't there be some sort of sign... Oh, look at that. Well, you should put it back down before someone slips and falls.

Ghost: Oh, is that what I should do? Good, because I make most decisions based on your opinion. You know what, I'm thinking of splitting up with the wife. Maybe you could mull that over, get back to me, maybe pow-wow. [a woman slips] Floor's wet, ma'am. Little help over here. Little help.

———

Gaz: Cap’n, what's our plan of attack?

Price: When I crush a person's spirit, I like to use a combination of intimidation and degradation.

Soap: I prefer to create an environment in which the subjects end up crushing themselves.

Price: Uh-huh.

Ghost: I like to pick one person and torment them relentlessly for no reason. If I could find them I'd show you.

[poor rookie of the day walks up behind Ghost and wisely decides to back away]

Ghost: He's near.

———

[Ghost sprays a window with blue cleaning fluid and wipes it. He then aims the spray in his mouth. Price takes a second look as he passes by.]

Ghost: I filled it with blue Gatorade. I just do that to freak people out.

Price: Scintillating

———

[As a boy plays with a toy car in his bed, he accidentally knocks over his juice carton]

A Boy: Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!

Gaz: Hey, it's okay.

A Boy: But now the Ghost Who Hates Spills is gonna come.

Gaz: Who?

Ghost: You're right, boy. He might come this very night. And as you know, that ghost's entire family was killed by a careless spill. Just like yours. Just like yours. Hmm.

———

Gaz: Oh, hi. Are we going out? What's with the jumpsuit?

Ghost: Okay, first of all if we're gonna make it, not a jumpsuit. Shirt, belt, pants.

Gaz: Oh. Ok.

Ghost: Secondly, I think it's time that you knew the real me. All right, here we go. I'm not like normal people. I don't have superpowers, but I'm working on it. For instance, watch me move this pen. [looks at pen, which doesn't move] It worked at home. I don't know. Maybe my table is slanted. Um, anyway, in my spare time, I also enjoy stuffing animals. Usually with other animals. For instance, a badger will hold five squirrels. A squirrel will hold most of a cat. A mouse will hold a shrew and a vole. You get the idea. Circle of life. I have broken the sound barrier, but you must never ask me how. I don't believe in the moon. I think it's just the back of the sun.

Price: Ha! I love a good train wreck.

Ghost: Furthermore, I think if you look closely a monkey-

Soap: Stop it, you. he doesn't know you're joking.

———

Ghost: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa whoa. Watch your step, there, Gaz.

Gaz: Thanks, Ghost.

Gaz: [internally] He is so sweet. But why doesn't he just put up a sign that says "wet floor"?

[Soap screams as he slides across the floor and crashes]

Ghost: Wet floor.

———

Soap: [gasps] Why do you have to jump out and scare me all the time?

Ghost: I don't jump out and scare you. I follow you around all day. I only got about an hour-and-a-half worth of work around here, and the rest of the time, I track you, like an animal.

Soap: You're kidding, right?

Ghost: [chuckles] I don't know. Am I?

———

Soap: Holy-

Ghost: [whispering] Calm down. I didn't mean to scare you.

Soap: [whispering] Why are we whispering?

Ghost: [whispering] I wanted to see if you would whisper because I whispered.

Soap: [whispering] I think I would.

———

Ghost: I convinced everybody in on base that's afraid of me to go outside and spell out the score of the game.

Price: Really?

Ghost: No, you idiot. I'm just gonna tell you the score of the game. Maybe knock your head against the glass.

Price: Look, I was way out of line telling you how that movie ended, but, God save me, watching sports is one of the last pure pleasures I have left in my life, so you tell me what's it gonna take for you to let me go home, sit in my massage chair, and enjoy the game?

Ghost: I would like to perform open heart surgery.

Price: No.

Ghost: How about you perform surgery on me so that I can breathe underwater?

Price: No.

Ghost: I would like a shark that read minds.

Price: No.

Ghost: You and I trade lives for a year.

Price: No.

Ghost: How about a home-cooked meal and an hour in your massage chair?

Price: Done.

Ghost: Done.

[Ghost walks over to the window and looks outside, where a large group of rookies have arranged themselves to spell out "98-97"]

Ghost: Hey, guys, it's off.

[He looks again and they have rearranged themselves to read "Why"]

Ghost: Wow! You guys are organised.

———

Ghost: Look, if I learnt one thing from my parents, it's this. The key to a good marriage is keeping your emotions bottled up until they finally explode and you have to lash out physically.

Soap: You mean, beat each other up?

Ghost: I mean beat yourself up. My mother once snapped her own index finger because my father was late for church. She dented the car, he threw himself down the stairs.

———

Gaz: Soap, you're not that self-destructive.

Ghost: Really? I was gonna suggest he seek professional help. Would you be interested in seeing a cognitive therapist? 'cause I know a guy, he's good. I'm going to give you his card, then I'm gonna bash your head in. I'll see you in the morning.

Soap: I'm in at 7.

Ghost: Wear a helmet.

———

okay that’s it

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vinziel · 3 months

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He's still got it

John Dory x Male Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You four followed Spruce inside the restaurant, while all four of you were following Spruce he suddenly threw a menu at John Dory's face saying "Specials are on the back, don't order the clams don't ask why!" It looks like Spruce is the waiter of this restaurant, he was too busy to even notice, "Spruce!" John Dory yelled, Spruce sighed and said "Look I know you know me from BroZone but could you be quiet about it?" John then responds saying "But Spruce it's us your brothers!" Spruce then turns around "Woah Bitty B!" he says, running past John Dory who says "What?" sounding devastated. Spruce hugs Branch tight saying "Wet willy!" while giving Branch a wet willy, Branch then gets annoyed saying "I am too old for wet willys!" "Oh sorry, a whet william" Spruce answers back laughing, he then notices you "Oh what's up Y/N" both of you fist bumping.

Spruce then introduces all of you to his wife Brandi and their 13 kids, you were all a bit confused on how their relationship worked "How?" John says "Well it's......interesting but hey I don't judge if you're happy then sure" You say, John says "Spruce we need your help-" Spruce interrupts John "Actually it's Bruce now" "Well ok but we need your help Floyd's been kidnapped! And we need to hit the perfect family Harmony!" John says panicked "At my age? I don't think I can, also remember our last show?" Bruce says, one of his kids then says "See guys? I told you dad wasn't in a band" "Oh I was in a band. I was in THE band, ask your mom if I was in a band" "Oh, He was in a band" Brandi says, seemingly daydreaming "We can always practice!" John says enthusiastically "I guess that could work, let's do it!" Bruce says, Both Bruce and John went to the stage but Branch stayed behind "Branch aren't you gonna perform with your brothers?" Poppy says "Yeah Branch" You add "Oh I'm saving it for Floyd" Branch says "Oh I get it, you don't get what it takes, it's fine Branch" Poppy says, you add with "It's definitely fine Branch, your just not up to it. It's cool" "I do get what it takes" Branch retorts, a smile then forms on Poppy's face as she, you and Bruce's children chant "Prove it! Prove it! Prove It!" Which makes Branch finally agree to perform. "Well he was easy to convince" You say, chuckling

While you watched the brothers perform you couldn't help but stare at one particular person, John Dory. Even after all these years he's still great at singing, great at dancing and he's still as handsome, you couldn't lie even with all the resentment you felt towards the troll, you can't help but still feel attracted to him. You see as Branch invites Poppy to dance with him, which she agrees to, you were a bit disappointed when JD didn't ask you to dance with them but it has been 20 years, maybe he still felt awkward around you. You felt a slight blush form on your cheek as you started to daydream about the past, smiling to yourself, as you stared at JD while he performed with his brothers. After the performance ended you still couldn't stop staring at JD, it was like you were in your own world, daydreaming about the past. You get snapped back to reality when Branch snaps his fingers in your face saying "Y/N? Y/N!" "Huh?! What?" You answer, snapping back to reality, Branch looks at what you're staring at and realizes you were watching JD, he then smirks "Still down bad for my brother huh?" He says before chuckling "Don't be ridiculous" You answer back, your blush darkening a bit, it felt like you were a teenager who had a crush right now "Sure, well we're about to leave so come on" Branch says, as you follow him to Rhonda, all of you were driving but don't have a clue to where Clay was

(TBC)

Branch then notices Clay's old Funderdrawers saying "You kept these?" "That's a bit gross" You say a bit disgusted by the thought of how they would be smelling by now, John replies "What? Their memorabilia but I'll be gosh darned if that'll help us find clay" "You sound like a dad right now" You say laughing, John rolls his eyes "Well I'm glad you kept them" Branch says, Opening the case which held Clay's Funderdrawers, it released a not so good smell which may or may not have made you gag, Branch made Rhonda smell it and follow the trace to where Clay is "Welp, Clay here we come" You say.

Author's Note: I now just realized that I forgot to include tiny diamond in the movie. I swear he's one of my favorite characters but he completely slipped my mind when writing this. I'm so sorry. I've only seen the movie once and it was in cinemas. Now I'm just seeing small clips from TikTok. Sorry again if this isn't quite accurate. Also sorry for the slow release. It's exam week so it's hard to release new stuff. Also again this is the first fic I've been fully dedicated to so sorry if my writing is bad, I do accept feedback and any tips on how to make my writing not so messy will be very appreciated

#trolls 3 #trolls john dory #john dory #trolls #john dory x reader #trolls branch #bruce trolls #john dory x male reader #trolls bruce #brozone x male reader #trolls poppy #trolls spruce #i'm so fucking gay #i'm gay #male reader #x male reader

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humorisstoredinthetits · 26 days

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Veronica's Ideology & Heather McNamara

This is a bit different than what I normally post, but this is something that I've been thinking about for awhile. This isn't gonna be super in-depth or anything its just something I've noticed.

ALSO TRIGGER WARNING FOR TALK OF S*ICIDE, I'm gonna be talking about what happens with Mac after Shine A Light Reprise so if that triggers you, don't read this

So we know that Veronica strongly believes that all people have the ability to be good and change, hell its the first thing that she tells the audience;

[VERONICA, spoken] September 1st, 1989 Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone

Like before her name is ever said on stage (Her name isn't actually stated until after Fleming leaves the bathroom in Beautiful, which is super weird), Veronica tells us exactly how she sees other people and what she believes about them. Her views come down to that people were once good, are no longer good, but still have the ability to change and become good once again. These views come into play when dealing with JD, because Veronica believes that she can fix him. This is in contrast with JD's ideology, who believes that almost everyone is beyond saving and should be removed from the equation all together, and this contrast is what ultimately drives a wedge between them and causes JD to go off the deep end and try to kill everyone.

Now we all know this, its all obvious if you've watched the musical or even listened to the recording, but I wanted to get into if her ideology on people is true or not.

There are 7 major characters in Heathers, including Veronica herself, and I'm going to go through each of them and compare them to Veronica's ideology.

Kurt, Ram and Heather Chandler:

[VERONICA] Dear diary: I'm going steady Mostly he's awesome If a bit too “rock and roll” Lately he's bumped off Three of my classmates God, have mercy on my soul They were just seventeen They still had room to grow They could have turned out good And now we'll never know

These 3 die early on into the musical and so they aren't able to grow, and yet Veronica still believes that they would have the ability to do so. This is despite how right before they died, they were all awful to her, Chandler declaring her socially dead, and Kurt and Ram trying to SA her during their 'date'. Even in death, their ghosts still act as they did in life, being an annoyance at best and antagonistic at worst. But, because they are dead and are seemingly stuck as the way they were in life, Veronica's ideology is proven wrong, as they are incapable of change.

Martha:

[VERONICA, spoken] Martha Dunnstock. My best friend since diapers She's got a huge heart. 'Round here, that's not enough

Martha is initially the only exception to Veronica's belief that people have only gotten worse as they have gotten older, besides herself. Martha still acts rather childish, believing that her crush from Kindergarten will eventually work out and thinking that everything will have a happy ending. Veronica acknowledges the flaw in her thinking, not that it's wrong, but that other people have a problem with it and see it as a sign of weakness, and that in the Westerburg food chain any sign of weakness means bullying. Despite all of this, Martha is the exception to Veronica's thinking, not a model for what she believes everyone could be. Martha is the only person who has somehow remained good despite how society has forced them to change as they grow up. But, if you're already good, you can't exactly change to be good, so Veronica's ideology does not apply in the case of Martha. Perhaps the way she acts is the reason Veronica developed her ideology, and she always knew 1 person who remained good, and that led her to believe that it was possible for everyone to be like Martha, if not for some outside force causing them to become mean as they grew older.

Heather Duke:

Note: I'm going to be using the OBC versus the West End for this, I understand that West End made some changes to her character but I also haven't seen West End so I can't exactly comment on those changes.

Duke is the character who changes the least during the course of the show. Initially pushed aside by Chandler until her death, she becomes the Queen Bee and does to Mac what Chandler did to her, and then Veronica steals the scrunchie and Duke is pushed off to the side, symbolically losing the power she so desperately craved. She doesn't die and isn't reformed or has her thinking changed, she remains relatively stagnant. What's weird is that Veronica, despite her ideology seems to have written off Duke as a lost cause, even if she stops JD from murdering Duke.

VERONICA and HEATHER MCNAMARA are playing croquet. (HEATHER DUKE enters) HEATHER DUKE: Hey, guys! Missed you after 8th period. VERONICA: Yeah, we were avoiding you.

She doesn't even attempt to extend the olive branch to her, instead choosing to exclude and ignore her, which is extremely out of line with what she said earlier about people being able to change. This is probably due to how she treated Mac after Lifeboat, but even still it doesn't line up with her stated ideology. Even during Seventeen Reprise, she pushes Duke away and doesn't offer her a hand like she does with Mac. Ultimately, Duke shows the failure of Veronica's ideology, as she does not change, shows no sign of being willing to do so, and Veronica doesn't even try, all being the complete opposite of what Veronica believes.

(Again, I know West End changed this, but I haven't seen all of it so I'm going only based on OBC)

JD:

As stated previously, JD is the antithesis of Veronica. He is someone who only sees the worst in most people and doesn't care about wether they become better or not, only caring for himself and those he deems worthy, which only includes Veronica, and to an extent the people she cares about.

JD: But why’d you have to go and mess with McNamara? One more dead Heather’s a good thing. VERONICA: She’s my friend.

JD: If she’s such a good friend, why let Duke live? The bitch who made McNamara want to die, nothing ever changes! Unless-

Here is a perfect example that JD's morals are the opposite of Veronica's. His can shift based on the person he cares about, while Veronica's stay firm. JD's opinions shift based on what Veronica says, because he is easily influenced, unlike Veronica. For example, throughout the entire musical, Veronica never lets JD change her beliefs. She never agrees to kill Kurt or Ram and has to be tricked into helping, same with Chandler too, the drain cleaner being sneaked into the mug while she's not looking, and she puts her foot down when he tries to convince her to kill again.

VERONICA: Fine! We’re damaged Really damaged But that does not make us wise We’re not special, we’re not different” We don’t choose who lives or dies

Despite all of this, Veronica senses a kindred spirit in JD, someone who sees the society of Westerburg for what it is, just plain bullshit. It's just that they both have different ways on dealing with it. Veronica believes in rehabilitation, while JD says fuck 'em, let them die. This is what initially drives Veronica to JD, the fact that he simply doesn't care about the social structure and is willing to exist outside of it, something Veronica desperately hopes that everyone would do. Upon discovering how broken he actually is, Veronica believes that he is a perfect target for her ideology to be proven correct. She thinks that she can 'fix' JD with her love and that he can become good, despite everything he's done. Seventeen is literally Veronica stating that their love can fix each other, an idea which JD had earlier brought up in Our Love is God and which Veronica had agreed with, although under duress.

BOTH: Can't we be seventeen Is that so hard to do? If you could let me in I could be good with you

JD: I was alone I was a frozen lake But then you melted me awake See, now I'm crying too You're not alone VERONICA: You're not alone

Despite all of this, Veronica is ultimately unable to change JD, a fact that she is initially unable to accept, but eventually does.

VERONICA: Oh my God—

JD: And once I disappear VERONICA: Wait, hold on— JD: Clean up the mess down here VERONICA: Not this way! JD: Our love is God Our love is God Our love is God Our love is God VERONICA: Say hi to God

This is the ultimate failure of her ideology. The person she tried to fix, who seemed like the perfect template for what she believed all people were capable of does not change, never disavowing the beliefs he held, instead choosing to die with his failed idea to cleanse the world of the people Veronica has spent the entire show saying can be changed for the better.

Now I've spend this entire rant discussing how Veronica's ideology was a failure in every sense, and it would be if not for one singular person, the only character in the entire show who proves that Veronica was right at least on some level, that at least some people are capable of change.

Heather McNamara:

Mac starts the musical as a Heather, a Queen Bee, Solid Teflon, whatever you want to call it. After Chandler dies things start to spiral, being placed in the position Duke held as the punching bag, and once Kurt and Ram died there was no one there to care for her, even if just at a sexual level.

HEATHER MCNAMARA: My sort-of boyfriend killed himself because he was gay for his linebacker. My best friend seemed to have it all together but she’s gone, too. Now my stomach’s hurting worse and worse and every morning on the bus I feel my heart beating harder and faster and I’m like Jesus, I’m on the freakin’ bus again because all my rides to school are dead...

Like seriously, Duke couldn't even bring her to school. Fucking Kurt or Ram, whichever one she was dating idc about Kurt or Ram enough to know at least could bring her to school and they viewed her only as a sex object.

Tangent over, Mac's mental health starts to deteriorate to the point of suicidal thoughts, and after Duke humiliates her in front of the entire school she runs to the bathroom and tries to end it all, foiled only by the dastardly childproof caps.

And this is where Veronica steps in. Mac has done nothing kind to her the entire musical. She's gone along with Chandler or Duke's schemes, never stands up for her, and volunteers her for date-r*pe, even if unknowingly, and yet Veronica rushes into the bathroom after her with not a second thought and stops her from ending her life. She talks her down, reminding her that not everyone is gonna be happy all the time and that she can't just be a follower. Veronica has no reason to help Mac, and yet she still does. And this is where Veronica's ideology is shown to be right. After this, Mac stops hanging out with Duke and starts to spend time with Veronica, even standing up to Duke.

HEATHER MCNAMARA: What you did to me sucked.

(Side note, but like honey she drove you to the point of suicide I think that more than sucked.)

Then finally comes the defining point for Veronica's ideology. Mac has been standing next to Duke since Veronica came back from the field where JD blew up, Martha has come in and Veronica offers to have movie night like they've always done, and then Veronica sings this and offers her hand to Mac.

We can be seventeen Still time to make things right One day we'll change the world

And Mac takes her hand, and for the rest of the song they hold hands and sing together, signifying that she has changed and is putting her past as a Heather behind her and is becoming a new and better person, just like Veronica said all the way at the beginning of the musical. Mac is important to the story, because she is the only one who shows that Veronica was right in the end. She is the only one who changes for the better, proof that people can and will change, and ultimately proving JD wrong.

TLDR; Mac is the only person who changed by the end of the musical, meaning that Veronica's idealist ramblings during Beautiful had at least some merit and weren't just statements made from a naive teenager.

#heathers #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #heather mcnamara #martha dunnstock #jd heathers #heather duke #heather chandler

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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AHHHH IM SO HAPPY SOMEONE ELSE REALIZES MICHAEL IS SO MICH LIK JD FROM HEATHERSSS ESP THE MUSICAL VERSION ☝🏻 ALSO YOU WERE MEANT TO BE MINE WOULD DEF FIT YANDERE MICHAEL!! sorry i’m just kinda excited 😓💗

LISTEN I LOVE MICHAEL. HE REMINDS ME OF THIS KID I WENT TO HIGHSCHOOL WITH WHO ALSO REMINDED ME OF JD

Anyways, Meant to be Yours is my absolute favorite song from the musical, so I had so much fun writing this one. I don’t really know how to write yandere, so I did try my hardest, but don’t be disappointed if it’s not yandere enough 🤣

PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS STORY

FALSE SEWERSLIDE IS MENTIONED!! I DO NOT WRITE ACTUAL SEWERSLIDE. FOR THE SAKE OF THE FIC ONLY, IT’S PURELY BASED ON THE EVENTS THAT HAPPEN IN THE FILM AND THE MUSICAL. THIS FIC IS VERY HEAVILY TRIGGER WARNINGED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED TWICE!

Warnings: firearms, mentions of guns, an actual gun description once or twice, faking of sewerslide (yes, just like in the scene in both the movie and musical), extreme violence in the name of society, mention of bombs, mention of terrorist act

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It had finally come. The night of the pep rally was here and you were in your bedroom, getting ready to go spend time with Heidi after pushing her to the back burner. Your ex boyfriend took up all your time, but now that you’ve broke things off with that psycho, you wanted to work on repairing your friendship with the brunette. You had just walked out of your bathroom after taking a shower, wasting no time in getting dressed and sitting at your vanity to take care of your hair and face.

You had just began to comb through your hair when your brush slipped from your grasp, falling to the floor. Looking up, you groaned in frustration, your eyes flicking to your phone to check the time. You were already running behind, and it seemed like the universe just wanted to keep you from getting to the school gym on time. Bending down from your seat, you grabbed the handle of your brush, straightening your back as you looked back to the mirror of your vanity.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you noticed an all too familiar figure had appeared seemingly out of no where. You stood up quickly, turning to face the figure as if to shield your back from him. “Michael?!” you exclaimed, disbelief running through your system. The tall male smiled at you, striding to your shocked form. “It’s me, in the flesh. I know, shocking, right? I figured you needed a while to calm down from your episode the other day.” he stated, reaching his hand up to graze your cheek softly.

You flinched away, your eyebrows furrowing in anger. “I told you to stay the hell away from me, Michael! You’re insane.” you said coldly, glaring at the taller male. He just looked at you with an unimpressed look on his face. He sighed, looking to the side and around your room. He made his way over to your bed, perching himself of the side of it. “Insane? What do you call yourself then?” he questioned, turning his attention to you. You opened your mouth to answer, but no sound came out. In a way, what he was insinuation was right. He was twisting your words in the way he always did when he wanted to prove his was right. Instead, you chose to ignore his words, not wanting to play into his mind games.

“Michael, for the last time, get. Out. Of. My. Room. Get out of my fucking house, and get out of my life!” you snapped, never faltering in your stance. He looked at you, an unreadable look on his face. You could see his eyes were sizing you up, but you couldn’t discern the emotion rest of his face. He scoffed, a smirk spreading across his mouth. “I don’t think this whole spat we’re having right now is gonna end in the way either of us want it to. So why don’t we just forget about everything that’s happened and start over?” Michael announced, holding his hand out. “Greetings and salutations.” he finished, his signature smirk on his face.

You stared at him incredulously. “You’re a psychotic asshole,” were the only words that fell from your mouth. His face dropped for a moment, before he started laughing. “Come on, (Y/n)! Let’s go to that stupid rally and put everything behind us.” he coaxed, standing from your bed. It was in that moment that you finally noticed the gun in his hand, finger resting lazily on the trigger. With minimal thinking, you darted into your closet, shutting your door and making a makeshift lock. You pulled a pile of clothes over you, hiding in the safety of the dark room. His familiar foot steps sounded until they were just outside of the closed door. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed, you’re my date to the pep rally tonight!”

You chucked me out like I was trash

For that you should be dead..

But!

Then it hit me like a flash

What if high school went away instead?

Those assholes are the key!

They're keeping you away from me!

They made you blind, messed up your mind

But I can set you free!

Your heart raced and your mind ran a mile a minute. Away from all of his delusions for a few days, you wracked your brain trying to decipher his words. Messed up your mind? The only one who’s messed up your mind was him. He was the one who ruined your mind. It was Michael and his actions that deluded your mind. You always thought clearly until he metaphorically got you in a chokehold over him. You stared intently out the door, like a prey waiting for the predator on the other side to break the door down.

You left me and I fell apart

I punched the wall and cried..

Bam!

Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside!

And so I built a bomb

Tonight our school is Vietnam!

Let's guarantee they'll never see their senior prom!

Your eyes widened. You felt like you were going to throw up at his haunting words. You slowly slid your hands down to feel your pockets, searching for your phone to call the cops, to call Heidi, to call your parents, to just let someone know what was going on. Your heart dropped as you remembered it was sitting on your vanity. Cursing yourself for not grabbing it, tears flowed endlessly down your cheeks. Your mind raced at the thought of all of the other innocent people who were in mortal danger just a few blocks away from your house. His shoes blocked the light coming in from the bottom of the closet, signaling he was still just waiting beyond the door, torturing you with his presence.

I was meant to be yours!

We were meant to be one!

Don't give up on me now!

Finish what we've begun!

I was meant to be yours!

Michael was absolutely delusional. And so were you when you were with him. He filled your brain with so much senseless bullshit that you actually believed he was doing good for the world. Now that you dropped the honeymoon phase, you realized just how sick in the head he was. The times he broke into your room out of no where, the cruel jokes he would play on the popular kids, the way he would gaslight you into believing that nothing was wrong. And now he was attached to you, just like a parasite to an unsuspecting animal.

So when the high school gym goes BOOM with everyone inside..

Pkhw!

In the rubble of their tomb

We'll plant this note explaining why they died!

We, the students of Westerburg High

Will die

Our burnt bodies may finally get through

To you

Your society churns out slaves and blanks

No thanks

Signed the Students of Westerburg High

'Goodbye.'

He was planning on blowing up the whole school as an act of protest. To turn around and shove some senseless notion into the face of people who didn’t care while taking the lives of over 200 people. And he wanted you to be there with him, amongst the group of those who are about to meet their untimely demise.

We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors

Bring marshmallows

We'll make s'mores!

We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!

It was even worse than you thought. He wanted you to sit from afar and watch with him as the blaze engulfed the school and its surrounding area. And he wanted s’mores? You had to do something to get out of here and clear out the school before he got there. Anything to warn somebody out there that they were in danger. Racking your brain, you looked around your closet, looking for a weapon of some sort. Your eyes instead landed on a scarf, and you knew what you had to do to escape your psychotic ex-boyfriend.

On the other side of the door, Michael had his forehead pressed against your closet door. His heart was also thumping in his chest, but not out of fear. Oh no, he was angry. He was angry with the school, angry with society, angry with you. So incredibly mad that you just brushed him off after all he had done for you. He had murdered for you just to show how much you are worth to him. And now you’re taking it back and trying to throw him out. He wasn’t going to stop until you had come out of hiding and came to watch the show.

I was meant to be yours!

We were meant to be one!

I can't take it alone!

Finish what we've begun!

YOU WERE MEANT TO BE MINE!

I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED!

YOU CARVED OPEN MY HEART!

CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED!

Michael reached out, gripping the door knob of your closet. He jiggled the door handle, expecting it to open easily. There was no leeway, and his anger steadily rose at your prolonged refusal to his offer. He looked to his other hand, at the gun he had brought with him. An idea rose to his brain, and he pointed the muzzle at the handle. He was going to get in, one way or another, and he didn’t care if he had to break the damn door down himself. Remembering you were in there, he lowered it, coming to his senses. He really didn’t want to hurt you. He loved you far too much to cause you any harm. He resumed to knocking on the door, sweetly pleading for you to open it.

(Y/n), open the- open the door, please

(Y/n), open the door

(Y/n), can we not fight anymore, please

Can we not fight anymore

(Y/n), sure, you're scared

I've been there. I can set you free!

(Y/n), don't make me come in there!

His anger was rising as you kept your silence. If he could just see you, just talk to you long enough to get you back on good terms with him, that’s all he wanted. He’d leave this town if it would make you happy, but he wanted to know that you weren’t angry with him anymore. He just wanted a peace of mind, to show that no matter how you felt about him, he’d always love you. He raised his gun again, pointing it at the handle.

I'm gonna count to three!

One!

Two!

Fuck it!

Horror ran across his face at your lifeless body hanging from the ceiling. He walked to you, falling to his knees.

Oh my God... No! (Y/n)!

Please don't leave me alone

You were all I could trust

I can't do this alone

He stared up at you, even in death, your face looked so sweet, so soft. Tears rolled down his eyes as he looked he looked on. He stood up, reaching out and grabbing your hand. He pressed his lips against your hand, setting it by your side gently. He was gonna get revenge for this. On who, he didn’t care, but he wasn’t going to stop until he felt like your life was worth its waste.

STILL I WILL IF I MUST…

He left the same way he came in, through the window. Tonight was gonna be the night he would remember forever.

As soon as he had left, your bedroom door opened. Your mother had come in, carrying some of your favorite snacks. “(Y/n)! I brought you a snack!” she called out. Looking around, she noticed your empty bedroom. She didn’t think you had left, so she walked in a little further, looking around for you. She stepped just behind your closet door, which she noticed was open. Swinging the door the rest of the way, she called your name once again before letting out a loud shriek.

You snapped your head up, holding your arms out to your mom. “Mom, mom, mom, it’s okay, I’m okay!” you fussed, your mom staring at you in shock, one hand clutched over her chest, the other still balancing your snack. You untied a part of the scarf from your waist, dropping to your feet and rushing to your mom. “I was just practicing for the day I run away and join the circus. Speaking of running away, thanks for the snack, but I gotta run! Emergency at the gym, I’ll explain everything later!” you shouted, running past your still shocked mother and out of the house. You were determined to get to the school before Michael did so you can repay all the karma that you owe, and you weren’t scared if you had to go down with him.

#sp goth kids #south park goth kids #south park michael #sp fanfiction #south park headcanons #sp michael #sp michael x reader #south park heathers AU #JD!Michael

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airenyah · 5 days

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You know, my day started really shitty and the weather is all gloomy, so I put all my hopes on a JD show in GMMTV p2. I was cautiously optimistic. So as soon as I got home, I checked Twitter and the first post I saw was Joong and Dunk kissing next a car. And I was like OMG!!!!! So I watched the trailer, and I actually squealed, because the concept is amazing and they are with FirstKhao (who GMMTV loves), so the script will also be great, and I feel like my whole day is made. (I actually had a stray thought about this leading up to part2, like if JD and FK get a series together, JD will finally be in a quality production. Maybe I should invest in lottery tickets 😂). I finally completely understood the etymology of the word 'fan', because I'm the "unfollow me right now" meme. I'm an adult with an actual job and I still squealed and flailed like Ongsa because JoongDunk finally get a chance to shine.

But, that's not everything. Because then I logged into Tumblr and I saw that you posted an essay about Dunk to my ask from last week, and now I'm close to tears with how overjoyed I am. Thank you very much for taking the time and writing this manifesto that I'll use as a guide to better understand performances in the future. I love you too, you made this day way better than it already was 💜

P. S. As for the DMs, maybe when I'm less shy 😅

anonnnnnn i'm sorry it took me so long to reply to your last ask!! but yeah, i think you see why and i'm glad it made your day even better 💗💗💗

edit bc i forgot to mention: take your time about dming me, the links won't run away 😌💕

re: "I finally completely understood the etymology of the word 'fan', because I'm the "unfollow me right now" meme." I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING I LITERALLY MADE THIS POST THIS AFTERNOON:

so yeah, me too. me too. i too am that meme. i was already close to posting it hahahaha

as for the new JD show....

ok ok ok so i lucked out completely bc usually tuesday is my uni day but this week i don't have classes, so i was able to watch the entire stream live. and i was already mentally prepared for no JD bl again?? first of all because as i explain in my manifesto, i do want to see them in more solo projects (esp dunk bc out of all the series he's had or will have a major role in 3/4 are with joong which... as a fan i'm absolutely not complaining about but from an acting perspective it would be good for him to branch out)

and second of all, because i'd been talking and speculating with @moonkhao and a couple of days ago joong tweeted something about "this year i will get to play with that phi"?? and @moonkhao mentioned that win had recently followed joong and how it seemed like the two of them were gonna be in a series and we were all like "oh it's gonna be a het show for sure" (HA HA LOOK AT US NOW @moonkhao 🤡🤡🤡🤡) (ive never been more happy to be wrong tho fjkdfkkjdsg)

anyway so i went into the stream fully prepared for them to be in solo het-projects, right?? and when the trailer came on, in the very first shot it's joong and khao, right? but i totally didn't notice joong at first, bc i was too distracted by khao and the fact that first appeared right after and i was all "oh that's gotta be the rumored p'jojo FK mafia show"

and then joong appeared and i finally saw him and i went JOONG??????????

my eyes went big and my jaw dropped on the ground and my head was spinning with thoughts all "is joong gonna be just a side character in this?? or will dunk be there too?? holy shit what is happening????"

AND THEN DUNK CAME ON AND BY THIS POINT, IN ADDITION TO SITTING THERE WITH MY EYES AND MY MOUTH WIDE OPEN I ENDED UP SLAPPING MY HANDS ON MY MOUTH TRYING NOT TO SCREAM AND I WATCHED THE REST OF THE TRAILER AS WELL AS THE PRESENTATION/INTERVIEW AFTERWARDS LIKE THAT

i was literally shaking oh my god dfjkjdfkjdfkjdfjkdsjk

anyway. i'm not gonna be normal about this thanks

#i'm actually anti-firstkhao bc i dream of seeing first kiss all the gmmtv boys at least once #this is another one of my missions/agendas jkfjkdfg #HOWEVER. when it comes to pairs that joongdunk could have collabed with #i think FK are quite possibly the most ideal option that JD could have been paired up with #like they could have been paired with a couple i personally don't care about or worse. they could have been paired with [redacted]#i don't mind watching joong and dunk share a screen with the love of my life first kanaphan kjdfkjdsfjkg #also JD in a p'jojo show?? yes please??#i was hoping they'd get to do a show either with p'jojo or p'aof some time #i really hope it's gonna be a quality script!!!!!! (i wasn't super into only friends and nlmg kinda bored me)#bc i really hope that maybe then more people will finally see that dunk IS in fact a good actor #or else i'm gonna have to write another 7.5k words as a part 2 for my acting manifesto next year dfjkdfkjdf #asks #anon #the heart killers #gmmtv 2024 pt2 #adrm #i think i need to go rewatch the trailer again now that my thai class is done dfkdfkdfgf

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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A Redemption Earned Ch 23

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, tricky conversations, you know the drill by now. Rob & Heather acting like an old married couple.

After a very full and exciting day of third grade, you were out on the playground supervising pick ups, making sure everyone was going home with an approved adult. You’d had a bit of a free period that afternoon that you were thankful for, able to get some projects on the go while your class had joined up with the other third graders for a special art period. You weren’t sure what they’d been working on, but Cody had been psyched to show you his before the sudden distraction of monkey bars pulled him away.

You said a brief goodbye to a couple of your kids, reminding their parents to make sure the school library books were in their bags on Monday so they weren’t late returns and let out a little sigh, turning your gaze back to the playground. You caught her out of the corner of your eye as she came up to you,

“Hey.” You greeted with a warm smile, “Cody’s mom, right?”

“Yeah.” She smiled back, extending a hand, “Lily. I guess we never really got a proper introduction, it’s Ms Summers, right?”

“Yeah, but y/n’s fine.” You felt your heart rate pick up at the first sign Heather’s hunch was right and immediately started calculating how to get around all of this and not let anything slip.

“How’s he been doing?”

“He’s great! Seems to be having a good time, he’s picking things up quickly, I don’t have any worries.”

“Good.” She let out a little sigh, “he likes you a lot more than his old teacher, I think that’s really helping.”

“Mom!” A very excited Cody called out, nearly dumping his backpack on the ground as he tugged a piece of construction paper out of it, “Ms Summers!” He couldn’t really decide which of you he was more excited to show it off to but ended up leaping onto his mom who caught him with the skill only a parent could posses.

“Hey buddy.” She greeted him with a laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “how was your day?”

“Good! But look!” He gestured wildly to the paper, making sure he had your attention to as he showed it off, “we made family trees for Mrs. Henderson.”

“That’s awesome.”

“Very well done.” You complimented with a smile and he gave you very toothy grin back.

“See, there’s me and you.” He turned back to his mom, pointing at the drawings on the paper, “and gramma and grampa.” He looked up at you, “they’re by the sun cause they live where it’s real hot.”

“My parents retired to Florida.” Lily informed you with a grin and you laughed.

“And I drew this for daddy.” He pointed back to the picture and your heart leapt in your throat at the sight of a gravestone with a scribbly ‘JD’ on it.

“How very thoughtful.” She kissed him on the cheek and in an instant he was struggling to get down on the ground, art shown off, attention back on burning off energy.

“Can I keep playing with Carter til his mom comes?”

“Course buddy.” She took the paper from him and scooped up his backpack, “when she gets here why don’t you see if he wants to come over for dinner? Pizza and Pixar night?”

“Yay!” Cody squealed before racing back over to the playground to his friend.

“That’s nice.” You commented, “I don’t know a lot of parents who would do that last minute.”

“Meh,” she shrugged, “she’s a single mom too, I’m sure she could use a break for a night. It does really suck to not be able to just drop them at their grandparents, ya know?” She looked down at Cody’s art project once more before sticking it into his backpack and glancing back up at you, “I…uh… I hope you don’t think it’s like… gruesome, that Cody drew a gravestone for his dad.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” You laughed lightly, “each family has their own dynamic. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You don’t need to be.” She let out a little sigh, “he didn’t even know about Cody. It was one of those one time situations; I was planning on terminating originally but changed my mind. We’d already cut contact, and honestly I think he would’ve been a terrible father. The reason Cody doesn’t even know what he looks like is cause when I went through his Facebook to find a picture there wasn’t a single one of him not partying. Cody was two when he died, so it wouldn’t have been much anyways.” She stopped suddenly and looked up at you, “wow. Sorry. That’s an overshare much?” You both laughed, “I just haven’t had a real conversation with an adult in like a week.”

“That… I understand.” You laughed in return, not saying anything else out of fear that you were going to let it slip. Thankfully you were saved by Carter’s mom walking up and Lily getting distracted with her right before turning back to you.

“It was nice to officially meet you.”

“You too.” You smiled back to her, relieved even more when another teacher came to swap out with you and you were able to head back to your classroom to pack up your things. You grabbed your cell phone and opened the text chain with Heather.

‘I’m not even sure if I should be telling you this, but you’re the lawyer so do with it what you will. Cody’s mom’s name is Lily, it was a one night stand. His dad died about six years ago, his initials are JD and he was a pretty big partier’

The three little writing bubbles popped up almost instantly,

‘All things considered I’m going to be rather late tonight. Feel free to eat without me.’

‘Let me know if I can do anything.’

‘I will, thank you. I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

Rob almost missed the sound of knocking on the door all the way from the kitchen, only realizing someone was there when Steve started barking. He made sure the timer was set and moved through the house, pulling open the door.

“Hey Heat.”

“I need to tell you something.” She blurted out, not giving herself the chance to back out from a potentially hard conversation. Rob let out a little chuckle, leaning against the doorframe.

“I already know about y/n. It’s not an affair if we’re divorced.” He teased and she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What’s up?”

“Well…while we’re on the topic of terrible things I did in the past…” He stepped back, letting her into the house, “we have a grandson.”

“What?” That stalled Rob, his eyes shooting up to Heather’s and he noticed the brimming of tears in her eyes.

“He looks exactly like him Rob… our sweet baby boy.” She was doing her best not to get choked up about it but it was honestly too late for that. Rob reached out, tugging her into a tight bear hug as the news sunk through him and he felt the same surge of emotion Heather was experiencing. He was beginning to nearly daydream about spending time with the boy when Heather’s previous statement began to alarm him and he grabbed at her shoulders, pulling her out of the embrace.

“Wait. What was the terrible thing you did? Please don’t tell me you threw this girl a giant sum of money to never be seen again.”

“No.” Heather rolled her eyes as she wiped at them, crossing the room to Rob’s liquor cart she helped herself and dropped down onto the couch. After a moment, Rob followed suit, sitting in the chair opposite of her.

“You gonna tell me or are we playing twenty questions?”

“You know that Jordan was always a momma’s boy, even when he was a degenerate.” Rob nodded, “he came to me about nine years ago, said he’d knocked a girl up and that she wanted to abort. I don’t think she asked for anything, Jordan just wanted to cover bases so I gave him a wad of cash and didn’t ask any questions.”

“Except she changed her mind?”

“It would appear so. I don’t think Jordan ever found out.” She leant forward, running a hand over her face, “god I really failed as a parent.”

“Don’t say that.” He assured, hand reaching out to squeeze at her arm.

“My kid knocked someone up at twenty two, I think I qualify.”

“I knocked you up at twenty-one.”

“We were married.”

“And look at how that turned out.” Rob smirked and she rolled her eyes again, “every family dynamic is different. And we did everything we could to cover our bases, both kids got the sex talk from each of us and Maria, Becca got it again from Jackie when she came out to cover the lesbian side of things. Jordan had condoms, any longer term girlfriend of his I always made sure had options for birth control and I kept a stock of the morning after pill at the house that they both had free access to for dates or friends. We did way more than most parents do.”

Heather hummed, taking a sip of her drink as she started to get lost in thought, “what if she doesn’t let us meet him?” She glanced up with the misting of tears in her eyes again and Rob cocked a brow.

“What’d’you mean? How… did you find out about all this? I kinda figured she’d come to you for money or something.”

“He’s in y/n’s class.” She sighed wearily, “I went to pick her up last week and she’s got these little collages, pictures of the kids and little self biographies. The kid looks just like Jordan did at that age, I honestly thought she had a picture of Jordan on the wall before I realized it was a recent picture.”

“And you’re sure he’s Jordan’s?”

“What, do you need me to run DNA?” She asked dryly and he chuckled.

“You would’ve demanded it in the past.”

“Y/n texted me today, I’m not sure how she found out but she was talking to the mom after school, her name’s Lily and I know that was the girl’s name. She also said Cody’s dad is dead, passed about six years ago and was a huge partier…and that his initials are JD. Combine all that together…”

“And it’s no coincidence.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re the family law lawyer… what are our options?”

“I… don’t want to force myself into this girl’s life if she doesn’t want us involved. And I really don’t want to force y/n’s hand into something unethical and get her in trouble at work.”

“Does Becca know?” He asked and she shook her head, “she’s always good with sleuthing, and they’re probably around the same age. They might even have some mutual friends, could start off with a Facebook message, or find an email through social media to start out with. Lily doesn’t have to reply if she doesn’t want to.” Heather looked up across at him a bit bewildered,

“You know, sometimes I hate that you’re smarter than me.”

“Oh I wouldn’t go that far.” He chuckled, “never in a million years could I do any of the jobs you’ve done.”

“That’s because you hate arguing.” She teased back with a grin before letting out a heavy sigh, “why am I already more invested in a kid I haven’t even met when I could barely be bothered with my own? Does that make me a terrible human being?”

“No.” Rob smiled softly at her, “I’d say it means you’re moving in the right direction. You’ve already dealt with your parenting issues in therapy, and you’ve repaired your relationship with Becca.”

“I never got the chance with Jordan.”

“Your brain is giving you the thought that this would be your second chance with Jordan. Except instead of mom this one’s gonna call you gramma.”

“Stop.”

“Grammie?”

“Rob. I swear.”

“Granny has a particularly nice ring to it.”

“Robert! Do you want to live to see tomorrow!?”

“Ohoho! I got full named.” He chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he took a sip of his drink.

“Oh god…” Heather’s brow furrowed, “what is the kid gonna call me?”

“I just gave you three wonderful options.” Rob teased and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, and what’re you going by then?”

“Pops.” He grinned over the rim of his glass and she let out a huff of a laugh.

“Glad to know one of us has it all figured out.”

“I never thought the day would come, I just hoped.”

“I mean you could always remarry someone whose kids want or have kids.”

“Nah.” He waved her off and she raised a brow.

“Why aren’t you dating? I mean you are a catch.” She fumbled slightly, “sorry, I don’t know if that’s any of my business.”

“It’s fine Heat.” He laughed, “I’m perfectly happy with my life and I’m content on being alone. Me and Steve have a great time together, don’t we bud?” He scratched at the dogs ears and he gave a little bark in agreement.

“As long as I didn’t fuck you up too much and make you not believe in love anymore, we’re good.” She muttered with a small laugh.

“You did nothing of the sort and you know it. You also know that I believe there’s one big love out there for everybody, and you were mine.”

“Aaand I feel like a terrible human being again. Thank you.” She replied with a groan and he let out a laugh.

“I didn’t mean it like that. You were my big love and you gave me twenty nine years of a relatively stable marriage, two kids that I love with all my heart, and now, hopefully a grandson. I’m not upset that I wasn’t your big love. In high school we were each other’s big love, we both changed and evolved into different people on different paths.”

“Might’ve had something to do with me not realizing I was gay.” Heather muttered over the rim of her glass as she took another sip.

“Ah, you’ve figured the label out now?”

“I think so.” Her head tilted, “there’s almost too many to keep up with nowadays, I’ll discover a new one and get confused all over again. Becca said to just go with gay or queer for now and if I want to tighten it up later I can. And remember when I say that it doesn’t mean I didn’t love you, because I did, and still do.”

“I know.” He smiled, “might have something to do with the fact that we rarely had sex though. Especially considering everything I’ve heard; your sex drive is…” he whistled and gestured towards the ceiling twice with his thumb and Heather covered her face with her hands as she blushed.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Have you started menopause yet, cause that could make it go either way.”

“That’s it.” She pushed up off the couch, “I’m leaving.” Rob chuckled, following her to the doorway as she slipped back into her coat.

“I’m so glad we can still banter like an old married couple.” He beamed at her when she turned back to him at the door.

“I hate you.” She deadpanned.

“I love you too.” He leant in, kissing her forehead gently, “have a good session. I’ll talk to Becca; I was going over there to help her put together a dresser tonight anyways. You’re at y/n’s this week?”

“Yes. And thank you.” She stepped back toward him, hugging him briefly, “and I love you too.” She turned away with a small smile on her face as she pulled open the door and started down the stairs.

“See! I got you smiling didn’t I?” He called after her.

Heather glanced over her shoulder, smile on her cheeks but shaking her head at his playfulness before she flipped him off and made her way back into the car. While there was still a lot of things to try and figure out, she knew one thing; she was eternally grateful for Rob and the fact that he was always willing to be her sounding board. He understood her in a way that she sometimes didn’t even understand herself and in times like this, that was exactly what she needed.

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echoing-oursong · 11 months

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Omg I also don't ship b*ler not because I'm homophobic but I don't see Will going for El's ex or at least have reservations about it. I mean that's his sister right there and El clearly loves Mike so much. It would kinda fuck up the WillEl dynamic. Now I don't think M*leven will stay together forever, they are 14 years old but Mike and Will getting together immediately after that is impossible. Also if El doesn't make it out alive in s5 it would take Will some time to date Mike, his deceased sister's ex. I just think every time you say you care about El's feelings about the matter people will jump you or say El's just gonna be fine. Same with R*nance and Steve being fine with his best friend dating his ex. Like characters outside the ship are allowed to be upset if it's affecting them in a negative way. The treatment of El in this fandom is so atrocious sometimes, like she's getting tossed aside or her feelings never matter when it involves her current boyfriend. B*ler like r*nance is so messy and I don't like when people take it away. Pointing out this dynamic doesn't mean we hate gay people. B*ler not happening or being complicated doesn't take away that Will's gay. It would still be a happy ending for Will to come out and be accepted by his friends without b*ler being endgame imo.

legit this. also like i don’t see will actively trying to pursue mike even outside of the el reasons. like did we all suddenly forget that will isn’t actually fully out - i don’t think that will would pursue mike because of safety reasons and who he is as a character. also this whole thing with byler is basically like ‘well one person has feelings so they have the right to get together with that person cuz they’re gay’ which is the weirdest fucking message and people need to touch grass cuz it’s just what is this mindset? anyway lol yeah it would be a problem for willel’s friendship/sibling bond. okay so idk if you’ve seen this movie which i haven’t i’ve only seen a video by kennie jd on youtube about it but the whole byler thing honestly reminds me of the plot of the movie ‘say yes’ where a dying woman tries to get her husband and her brother to fuck each other. yeah it sounds wild cuz it is but genuinely this is what i see whenever byler is mentioned now. i can’t unsee it and it just makes me infuriated and also just makes me laugh out loud.

yeah like i don’t think mileven will stay together forever cuz they are 14 but yeah after the breakup if they immediately get together it’s sooo fucked honestly. also why do people want them to immediately get into a relationship anyway? like i know people see it as sweet but if they do get together right after the break up it’s just gonna look like a rebound or something or like mike doesn’t actually have feelings for el which is also fucked cuz they’ve been in a relationship for a while now like it’s been a year or 2 (i can’t exactly remember the timeline) but it’s been a while and whenever people try to dismiss that mike has romantic feelings for el or say he thought he did - it just gives me an ick cuz essentially they’re just saying that mike strung her along and they see it as good. but also won’t be the first time a wheeler did that and everyone thought it was fine and dandy.

also sorry this is getting sooo long. YES!!! ‘characters outside of the ship are allowed to be upset if it’s affecting them in a negative way’ EXACTLY EXACTLY!!!! everything that you said in those last few sentences are so fucking true! preach!! also like pointing out these messy dynamics to me shows how we actually care about all of the characters involved and how we care about the actual canon characterization.

#answered asks #thanks :)#stranger things #anti byler #anti ronance #just in case

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sulcrafatejackets · 2 years

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All right we’re gonna talk about the toilet for a minute guys James and Leslie had never seen a girl my size poop the turds that I have pooped

A poot the way is a specific sound that your butt hole makes

We need to address the OK situation because the kids all wanna say OK a why and actually they didn’t pay that for this region

PAVE lol

I’m not all right with that kind of behavior and if you guys wanna insult me by putting the OK instead of the OK a Y then fuck you you know that’s what we’re looking at right now is that we have intellectual property issues and these kids are not actually learning anything of their own they do want to insult me with my own verbiage and I’m not gonna have you do that

If I say okay I mean to say okay

Actually it’s not nice and most American children already know that I do not want American children and that I would not let my child behave the way they behave because my child will be a person who works for their academic success they will not suck words off of mommies titty they will be stars on their own accord

And all of these treasures and all of this language that you think you kids are gonna steal from me? You guys are gonna end up getting yourselves killed or far worse… Something about Edgar Rice Burroughs something about something about a lot of somethings kids and you guys didn’t earn that I feel bad like I’m picking on all of these kids but I can’t feel bad because you bastards are not doing what you’re supposed to be doing you asked for something of a parent and I think that a lot of your kids are almost on board except you think it’s too hard it’s like Germany hard and you can’t abuse kids and make them actually do school work right wrong assholes

If these bastards got the education they needed in the first place they would not be trying to take my work because it would be a great insult and they would understand intellectually and be able to upload that information that they are insulting me and themselves and yes Tori Amos and I have already discussed many many things unfortunately that is not your business

Do you kids know how many fake JD Salinger’s we have targeted and they will never have a future in the world of literature or art ever? A lot

This should be very deeply embarrassing but these guys have no pride and they have nothing to take from within themselves their spiritually poor but that’s no excuse

#okay #linguistic genius #or travel #but hey #you don’t keep what’s mine #okie dokie #Edgar Rice Burroughs #Alice in Wonderland #JD Salinger Uh Oh orange alert

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vixenwrld · 2 years

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Beach Night Part 2

warnings: swearing, alcohol, HEAVY SMUT 18+ (over stimulation, kissing, oral- fem and male receiving, protected sex- the pill babes) requested: YESS A THOUSANDS TIMES YES a/n: y/n and drew relieve the sexual tension that has so dramatically developed. by the end of the night drew and y/n can thank Maddy ;)

part 1

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A loud abrupt knock on the window broke the kiss between you and drew. you pulled your towel back up around you while drew opened the door a little. a tipsy Maddy on the other side of the door invited you and drew to come back to the pit to play "extreme truth or dare?" Drew said with confusion on his face. "YES, extreme truth or dare, we're gonna expose your darkest secrets Starkey" Maddy teased to him. He rolled his eyes before agreeing telling her we'll come over in a minute. she happily skips away back to the group. He closes the door and turns back to her. "Well i guess we're gonna have to put this on pause" "Yeah i guess so" you say back to drew before he starts kissing you again. He pulls way after a minute "Okay i'll let you get dressed" drew says before putting his own shirt back on and going back to the fire. You get dressed but not in your own clothes. you put on the grey sweatpants drew was wearing earlier and his flannel over your crop top walking back over to the fire with a slight confidence in your step knowing your attire will drive drew crazy. as you walk over he stares at you and clears his throat as you sit down next to him. the memory of your naked body replaying in his head as you're next to him in his clothes. Drew's thoughts get interrupted when Maddy says "I'll go first, Mads truth or dare" Madison reply's with truth causing Maddy to think before saying "most awkward hook up experience, go" Madison paused think for a moment before laughing and saying "Okay one time in college i was a freshman he was a sophomore and we were walking back to his dorm, because you know it was getting a little steamy and when we got to his dorm, it was a MESS, clothes everywhere unclean bowls and stuff it was disgusting" everyone shuddered in disgust as Madison went on with the story "and so i kinda just shrugged it off because you know he was attractive and stuff but anyways, we start doing it you know and some how i fell off the bed and i landed on a half eaten apple and a nasty slice of pizza, the crust was molding. i gagged when i saw it" she said while laughing "I said to him you know what, this place is nasty call me when you clean this place up. and i grabbed my clothes and walked out of there and he was speechless" everyone bursted out laughing at the story. "Okay my turn, JD truth or dare" Madison asked JD who responded with "Dare, give me a good one" she laughed slightly evil before saying "I dare you to skinny dip right now into the ocean" his eyes widened as every one started laughing he rolled his eyes before standing up and removing his jacket and grabbing a towel and walking closer to the shore. he stripped his clothes and ran into the water yelping as it hit against him. everyone broke out into laughter as he can running out and grabbing his towel and clothes. he came and sat down then said "That was torture, you know i'm gonna get you back" she rolled her eyes humming in response. JD then asked Maddy truth or dare to which she oh so obviously picked dare. "Give Chase a lap dance" which she happily obliged to getting up and going over to straddle chase and dance seductively against him. after a few minutes Maddy let up and moved to go back to her spot next to chase but he kept her from doing so all of us knowing to was to hide his hard-on.

Maddy made herself comfortable on his lap before asking "Drew, truth or dare?" too which he responded "Uhh dare i guess" Maddy giggled looking in your direction and drew knew exactly where she was gonna go with her dare for him. "i dare you... to... shot gun a seltzer with y/n and how ever many seconds it takes both of you is how many items of clothes you both have to remove" your eyes widened at Maddy's dare "Hold on Maddy don't bring y/n into this" he said "drew it's okay i can handle some stripping " you said as you walked over to the cooler to grab two truly's. you handed one to him and you both poked your holes and got ready. "on my count, 3.. 2.. 1 GO" Rudy counted down and you both shot gunned them down. to Maddy's disappoint drew finished rather quickly, you only a second behind him, your gas station shotgun came in handy. you removed your flannel, sweatpants and cropped top which left you only in your bra and undies which thankfully weren't all that exposing. but still made drew stare, who had to remove his shirt and swim shorts which left him in the boxer briefs he was oh so glad to be wearing under. "Okay okay my turn, chase truth or dare" drew asked chase to which he chose truth. "i dare to swap clothes with Maddy" they both chuckled before undressing and swapping clothes, chase's baggy on Maddy and Maddy's clothes tight on chase. the group laughed at how stupid chase looked. the night and game went on before it was inevitably back to maddy. "Y/n truth or dare" "dare, who do you think i am" you responded to her quiry "i dare you to play 7 minutes in heaven with drew in his truck" you raised your eyebrows at her before standing up and taking drew's hand in yours and taking him over to the truck, you both climb in and set the timer for 7 minutes. before you could even lock your phone drew pulls you onto his lap and kisses you lips, his urgency and need in the kiss only made it hotter. he started to feel your body as your hands ran up and down his chest feeling his tones muscles and abs under your finger tips. his hands landing on your waist moving your hips to grind into him. only being in his briefs left very little to your imagination, you could see his dick imprint growing as he grinded your hips into his, breathy moans and whimpers leaving your's and his mouths. your chest rising and falling rapidly has he continued down to neck leaving deep purple bruises behind, moans leaving your mouth as his size rubbed against your clothed bundle of nerves and drew kissing your sweet spot on your neck. A groan left drew's lips when you scratched at his chest from the movement of your hips against him. drew's hands moved from your hips to your butt, his finger tips going under the clothe of your underwear. his hands massaging your butt and grinding your hips into his. he started to move his hands closer to your core that was already dripping, but just as he did the timer went off startling you. “Seven minutes was definitely not enough” he says breathless from your kiss. “i think you’re right” you respond back to his comment. “i think we should head back” drew suggests and you agree hopping out the backseat of his truck and heading back to the group. “wow drew seven minutes, you gotta work on that buddy” rudy teased at drew. “shut yup” drew said rolling his eyes. “Maddy can we put our clothes back on it’s freezing” drew asks as you cuddle into him for some sort of warmth as you two sat back down with everyone else. “yeah i guess, you guys are no fun” maddy answered. drew rolls eyes as he hands you your clothes, you both sigh in contempt as you both put on the warm clothes heated by being near the fire. you sit back down leaning your head on drew’s shoulder. the night and game went on, maddy finishing any seltzer or beer in the coolers. you hadn’t dranken since your dare with drew. 1 am came rolling around and everyone decided to head back to their apartments and call it a night. you and drew gathered your things and headed to the truck, with your items in the back you hopped in the passenger seat and drew in the

drivers side starting the engine up and handing you the aux cord trusting your taste in music. you rolled the windows down for that late night summer breeze. you made drew regret his decision of giving you the aux cord and decided to tease him. playing two feet and chase atlantic teasing him with their slower sensual songs. his hand resting on your thigh squeezing as he heard the music playing, a smirk coming onto his lips. you shifted in your seat turning the volume up a little. your ride came to an end pulling into the he parking garage of your apartment complex. agreeing to go to drew’s apartment you grab your things and head up. entering in you put your things down and head over to the couch and take a seat. drew comes over and takes the spot next to you after putting a few things away and flicks on the tv. “so what do you wanna watch?” he asks you flipping through hulu. you take the remote from him and flick the tv off before climbing onto his lap, straddling him “i don’t really want to watch anything right now” you whisper to him. “yeah?” he says in a low whisper as he grips your butt grinding you into him a little. “yeah” you say lowly. “then what do you want to do?” he asks in a hushed tone smirking. “i have a few ideas” you say before leaning in and connecting you lips to his, drew groans at the connection of your lips, he glides his tongue against your bottom lip asking for permission to explore your mouth. he starts moving and grinding your hips into his more and more eliciting a moan from you, his hard-on becoming evident against your core, wanting his attention there. you start scratching at his chest and abs gripping his biceps feeling them flex as a squeezes your behind. "i think we should take this to the bedroom" he says between kisses. "I think you're right." you say, he picked you up effortlessly and wraps your legs around his waist taking you into his room. He drops you on the bed and crawled over you making home between your legs. He connects his lips to yours, he reaches his hand above and behind you and turns on the LED lights you put up for him a few months ago. you giggled as the red lights lit up his room. he than grabbed your hips and flipped you over to be straddling him. he sat up and swiftly removed his shirt and kissing you again. he moved his hands to underneath your shirt, you pulled away and removed your shirt before kissing him again. he unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere in the room. he hands reaching up to knead your breasts. before missing down your neck and to you boob taking your nipple into his mouth and kneading the other with his hand, chills rushing up your spine as his ring came in contact with your skin. you moaned at the contact of his mouth to your chest, your hands in his hair pulling slightly at the feeling. he left deep purple marks on your chest and he grounded your hips into his before kissing his way back up to your lips again. You reached down between you two and started to palm Drew over his pants he groaned into the kiss as you began to untie his pants. he grabbed your wrist as you began to reach into his pants. "Patience sweetheart" he said to you before flipping you both over.

he moved down your body and to your legs kissing your inner thighs over your pants. getting closer and closer to your core to where you needed him most. he began to reach up and untie the sweatpants you had stolen from drew few hours ago. he slid your pants down and threw them to where he threw your bra earlier. he began kissing your thighs again and finally reached your core kissing you over your clothed heat. he reached up and slid your panties off. "fuck drew" was the only thing that came out of you mouth. it could only come out as a breathy whisper. he licked a strip up your slit causing a moan to escape your lips. he sucked on your clit as he teased your hole with his fingers. slowly he gathered us your wetness and began to slowly insert his middle finger inside you and pump and curl his fingers. a moan escaping your lips and your hands gripped onto his hair and pulled slightly causing a low groan to release from drew's mouth cause a vibration to send into your clit adding to the stimulation. he quicked the speed of his fingers and added a second one stretching you out more. "fuck drew im close, don't stop" he began to curl his fingers inside you more "yes just like that drew, just like that" you moaned out only causing drew to work more for you to cum "cum for me baby. cum on my face" his words were all it took to push you over the edge and release. drew felt you clench around his fingers as your legs began to shake around his head. he lapped up your arousal as it leaked out of you. he set up and licked his fingers clean from your cum. "fuck drew, i need you inside me right now" "yeah?" he said crawling over you "yes drew, right now" you begged his as he started to kiss your neck and the sweet spot under your ear. you palmed over his pants as he continued to work on your neck biting and sucking. "Oh fuck y/n" you pushed down his pants and continued to palm him over his boxers. "fuck drew please get inside of me" you begged him "as you wish princess" he sat up and removed his boxers and threw threw them with the rest of your clothes. his dick sprung free and slapped against his stomach. he leaned down and crawled back over you. his tip rubbed against your heat, teasing your entry. Drew lined himself up with you before ramming into. a pornographic moan from the base of your throat escaped your mouth. "fuck baby, your feel so good around my dick" his pace was fast and hard, he moved your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle inside of you. reaching your g-spot over and over again. the only sounds that can be heard was skin against skin, moans and whimpers and drew praising you. "fuck baby girl, you're perfect" "yes drew just like that, don't stop" drew pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips back into him and rammed into you from behind, arching your back and grabbed your hair into a makeshift pony tail and put his hand on the small of your back. "fuck drew i'm so close don't stop" you warned him, he could feel you starting to clench around him. "hold it baby" he picking up his pace hitting your g-spot over and over again. he pulled you up against his chest and wrapped his arm around your chest to hold you in place, he reached down and started to rub circle on your clit with his fingers. his hips began to sputter, "do it baby let go. cum for me" between drew ramming into you and rubbing your clit his word sent you spiraling. shaking in his arms. he pulled out of you white strings of cum shooting onto his stomach as you fell onto your side, cum leaking out of you onto your thighs. drew plopped down on the bed next to cum still on his abs and chest. cheats rising and falling quickly. heavy breaths only thing being heard. "wow, that was more than i dreamt it would be" you admitted "You dreaming about me sweetheart?" he teased you. "i'm gonna take a shower, care to join" you said hinting at the cum on his chest and stomach. as he laugh you admired the way his abs and biceps flexed as he did. as you stood up your legs gave out from under you causing drew you chuckle. "its not

funny" you said partially laughing. "i've fucked you to being unable to walk" he said giggling. he got up and grabbed his t-shirt off the floor the whipped his chest off before walking over to you and picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom. he set you down but kept a grip on you as you help on to him. he turned on the shower and grabbed to towle for you.

you both got into the shower and relaxed under the warm water as it hit your skin. drew help onto you with his arm around your waist and your head leaning on his chest. "lets see do you want mint orrrr cool citrus" he asks you. you picked your head up and looked at him looking over you at the shampoos, you giggled before answering "ummm i'll take mint please" You got it" he responded and reached behind you and grabbed the bottle. opening it and putting some into the palm of his hand before lathering it into your hair. you sat there admiring the man as he shampooed your hair after fucking you till you couldn't walk. he spun you too around and walked you back into the water rising the shampoo out. he grabbed the matching conditioner bringing in through your hair "You know, you have a lot of hair" he said laughing "using up all of my shampoo and conditioner" he said jokingly "i'm sorry, my mom keeps telling he to cut it but i would never" you said laughing "No it's okay, i like the long hair it suits you" "thank you" you said he grabs his body wash and the loofa and put some on before turning you around and washing you off, after rising your body and hair off drew washed his hair and such after you. finally stepping out of the shower and drying off he gave you a t-shirt of his and a pair of boxers for you to wear. you got into bed with him as he read through his phone. you cuddled into him and he brushed your hair with his finger mindlessly as he looked at his phone reading an article he found on instagram. as he brushed your hair and ran his fingers over your back you drifted off to sleep, reminding yourself to thank maddy when you saw her next

Thank you everyone for reading! i love you all so much and hope you enjoyed the story, much more will be coming soon

#drew starkey #obx #drew x reader #rafe cameron #madelyn cline #chase stokes #rudy pankow #beach

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lizamango · 3 years

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Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 3/?

A/N: Hey everyone, sorry this took so long!! This chapter was kinda hard to write, I felt like there wasn’t much that I could add but I did my best! I wanna get to Bucky as much as you all do! 😭😩

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

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@buckylokisimp, @white-wolf-buckaroo, @austynparksandpizza, @markandlexies

Word Count: 2098

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~

Warnings: none

Chapter Summary: You and Steve run from HYDRA

Chapter 3: TOMORROW ISN’T PROMISED TO ANYBODY

I enter a shopping mall where I buy a hoodie for myself and a jacket, glasses and a hat for Rogers using cash. I pass by JD sports and see some Supra Vaders I know the Captain will just love so I go in and grab a pair, and get a pair of Nike Dunk Sky His for myself. I leave and meet him where he waits, away from any crowds and we put on our simple yet effective disguises.

“First rule of going on the run, is don’t run. Walk,” I say, recalling my operations training.

“If I run in these shoes they’re gonna fall off.”

I smirk. “Sorry, thought you’d be bigger.”

Ignoring my innuendo, Steve huffs. “They’re ridiculous, why can’t I lace them up?”

“It’s a fashion statement.” I glance at a map as we pass by. “Apple store’s upstairs.” We ride the escalator and enter the store.

Finding an empty laptop, I get to work. “The drive has a Level 6 homing program so as soon as we boot up, SHIELD will know exactly where we are.”

“How much time will we have?” he asks, surveying the area not so subtly.

“About 9 minutes from…” I insert the drive. “now.” I enter the coding commands to unlock the intel but something inverts each one… now comes in my training from the Academy of Science and Technology. “Fury was right about that ship. Somebody’s trying to hide something.” As I look through the coding script my inputs are rewritten to counter the commands. “This drive is protected by some sort of AI.”

“Like Stark’s robot voice? Can you override it?”

I raise a brow as I type away. “The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly. I’m gonna try running a tracer. This is a program that SHIELD developed to track hostile malware, so if we can’t read the file, maybe we can find out its origin.” The map tracks a location and pinpoints it as we are approached by a store employee.

“Can I help you guys with anything?”

I react quickly and give him my best charming smile. “Oh, no. My fiancé was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations,” I giggle, placing my hands on Rogers’ shoulders.

“Right,” he adds awkwardly. “We’re gettin’ married.”

“Congratulations! Where are you guys thinkin’ about goin’?”

I go back to the laptop and the state has been pinpointed.

“New Jersey,” the Captain reads aloud.

“Huh,” the employee lets out, surprised. “I have the exact same glasses,” he says after a pause.

“Wow, you two are practically twins,” I remark as I type away.

“Yeah, I wish!” he chuckles. “Specimen. Uh, if you guys need anything… I’ve been Aaron.”

“Thank you,” Rogers rushes out. “You said 9 minutes,” he checks his watch. “Come on.”

I shush him. “Relax… I’m working.” The screen reads Wheaton, New Jersey. “Done.” I look up at him and he has a frown on his face. “You know it?”

“I used to. Let’s go.” He pulls the hard drive out of the laptop and we walk out of the store. “Standard tac team. Two behind, two across,” he turns to face forward. “two comin’ straight at us. If they make us, I’ll engage, you hit the south escalator to the metro.”

As he speaks I roll my eyes, this guy was definitely not meant for the spy world. “Put your arm around me and laugh at something I said,” I say.

“What?” he sounds utterly confused.

“Do it.” I feel his arm rest on my shoulder and he gives the most awkward laugh I have ever heard come from a person. “See, Captain? No need to make such a scene.” We work our way to the escalator and I spot Rumlow on the escalator coming up. I turn to look up at Rogers. “Kiss me.”

“What?” he says again, flustered.

“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.”

“Yes they do!” he whispers.

I put my hand to the back of his neck and push him towards me so our lips meet and I feel his hand fall on my waist. I open my eyes and pull away slowly after enough time has passed.

“You still uncomfortable?” I ask turning and walking down the escalator.

“That’s not exactly a word I would use,” he murmurs and quiets down as we get to the parking lot.

“We could get bus tickets to New Jersey, think I’ve got enough cash for the trip,” I suggest.

“Keep a look out,” he says approaching a truck as I frown but do as he says. In no time I hear the start of an engine and whirl to look at him. “Come on, we don’t have all day,” he says smugly.

I get into the passenger’s side and he starts to drive to the Garden State.

“Can’t believe Captain America can steal cars…” I say striking up a conversation.

He chuckles. “Kind of a necessary skill when you’re fighting a World War and you’re in enemy territory.”

I hum and he glances at me. “And it’s not stealing if we give it back so get your feet off the dash.”

“Bossy,” I remark but do as he says. “I like that,”

There’s a pink tint to his cheeks and his jaw clenches but he doesn’t say anything.

“So I have a question for you…” I start with a raised brow. “But you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, although no answer is an answer in itself so-“

“Get to it, L/N,” he interrupts authoritatively.

“Was that your first kiss since 1945?” I smirk.

“That bad, huh?”

“I didn’t say that!” I laugh.

“Well it kinda sounds like that’s what you’re saying.”

“I was just… wondering if you’ve had practice… since going… into the ice,” for a super secret agent, that answer lacked finesse. “It’s just, I don’t know how you did it in 1945 but guys normally move their mouths for a long kiss like that,” I shrug.

“I don’t need practice.”

“Everyone needs practice.”

“It was not my first kiss since 1945. I’m 95, not dead.”

“Oh?” I say, curiosity piqued. “Who’s been kissing Captain America then?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Someone special?”

He chuckles. “It might come as a surprise to you but it’s hard to find someone with shared life experience,” he says sarcastically.

“That’s okay, you just make stuff up.”

“What, like you?” I know he doesn’t intend for it to sound mean so I shrug it off.

“Not everyone can handle the truth, can they? I wouldn’t mind a few white lies to keep something good going… and you don’t need shared life experience, right? Not really… there’s that whole opposites attract notion, after all.”

“But it’s good to have someone who understands what you’re going through, right?”

I shrug… sometimes not knowing is better. Safer. “Maybe. But in this occupation…” I sigh. “Well I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been in love.”

“You’ve – you never had someone?” Looks like I threw him for a loop.

Shaking my head I turn to look out my window at the trees we pass by. “I don’t hate love or anything… it’s just dangerous to love someone like… us. Isn’t it? They’d either get hurt by people we go after or… ya know, if we don’t come back… it hurts them too.”

“But tomorrow isn’t promised to anybody,” he reasons. “So why deprive yourself of something as great as love on the off chance you die?”

“Because it’s easier.”

“For who?”

“Why the interest Rogers? You wanna fill that spot? Play a little house? Imagine we don’t have to save the world from domestic terrorists?”

He hums at my decision to not answer the question. “No, that’s not what I need right now.”

“And what do you need?”

“Just…” he sighs. “a friend.”

Of course. “Well, there’s a chance you might be in the wrong business, Rogers…”

“Maybe we could start with not calling each other our last names?” he offers.

I smile. “Maybe.”

We arrive at the location the tracer indicated as the sun is setting.

Camp Lehigh is on a sign but it seems to be long abandoned.

“The file came from these coordinates,” I say as I pick the lock on the chained fence.

“So did I…” Steve says looking up at the sign in nostalgia. “This camp is where I was trained.”

“Change much?”

“A little…”

I wonder around, scanning the area for any thing to indicate a power source. “This is a dead end. Zero heat signatures, zero waves. Not even radio. Whoever created the file must have used a router to throw people off.” I tuck the scanner in my back pocket and the Captain looks up at me then shifts his gaze to behind me, frowning. “What is it?”

He starts walking and I follow. “Army regulations forbid storing munitions within 500 yards of the barracks. This building’s in the wrong place.” He breaks the lock with his shield and we enter as it leads us underground.

I turn on the lights and it reveals the insignia painted on the wall. “This was SHIELD. The early days, after it evolved from the Strategic Scientific Reserve,” I say, recognizing the outdated logo.

We wander around, finding a wall of three portraits. “The three founders.” He looks at me. “What? The history is one of the things they teach at the academies. Colonel Philips, Howard Stark and Margaret Carter.”

“There are academies?”

“Three. Very tough admission.”

Rogers spots something and looks closer. “If you’re already working in a secret office…” he pushes the shelves apart. “Why do you need to hide the elevator?”

Using my SHIELD issued code breaking device I type in the code for the elevator which takes us down even further to a room of computers, monitors and servers.

“This can’t be right… this equipment is ancient how could it be used to make the files?”

There was one place that looked like it came from this century and I decide to take a risk and plug in the usb drive. The servers whir and more lights come on.

“Initiate system?” a computerized voice says.

Yes, I type. “Creepy.” As we wait for the system to boot up I smirk. “Shall we play a game?” I laugh at myself. “It’s from a movie that was really pop-“

“I know,” he interrupts. “I saw it.”

A camera moves to Rogers and a voice recites his name and year of birth. Then it turns to me and does the same.

“Is this the AI that was blocking my commands back at the mall?” I say looking closer.

“I may not be the man I was back when the Captain took me in 1945 but I am.” A photo appears on one of the other screens.

“You know this… thing?”

“Arnim Zola was a German Scientist who worked for the Red Skull.”

“He’s been dead for years,” I add, remember something of the history lessons.

“First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive.” The robot voice recounts his end of life story and how he uploaded his consciousness into databanks.

“How did you get here?”

“By invitation.”

“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic value. Always thought they shoulda just locked them all up… we probably wouldn’t be in this mess if they did.”

“HYDRA would have died with the Red Skull.”

“Cut off one head… two more shall take its place,” I recite their mantra aloud.

“When history did not cooperate… history was changed.” A flurry of photos of the Winter Soldier in the back ground of significant political events appear on the screens.

“That’s impossible, SHIELD would have stopped you,” I say, moving closer.

“Accidents would happen.” News of Howard and Maria Stark’s car accident shows up next.

Rogers punches the screen as Zola provokes him.

Does that mean…? I don’t finish the thought as the mad scientist explains what the drive contains.

“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” I ask.

The doors begin to close as Steve is too late to throw his shield. A beeping comes from my communicator, detecting something. “Steve, we got a bogey. Short range ballistic 30 seconds tops.”

“Who fired it?”

“SHIELD.” I pull out the drive and Steve pulls a grate from the floor. I jump in and he follows, putting the shield up above us as rubble rains down on us. He strains against the weight of it all and the debris settles.

💖💖

Thank you for reading!

I'll be gone until Monday again but I'll try to write on my phone!! I have literally never been so busy throughout this summer until now!

Chapter 4

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #x reader #steve rogers x platonic!reader #flirty!reader #marvel #mcu #marvel rewrite #captain america #winter soldier #catws rewrite #reader insert #fanfic #enemies to lovers #slowburn

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literallythebiggestfuckingsimp · 4 years

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Our Little Secret

description: you and rudy have been sneaking around for a while now, what happens when you get caught in front of thousands of fans?😳😳

warnings: making out?? ooo and swearing oops (as a british person i can’t just NOT swear)

Rudy’s lips smashed against yours, moving hungrily as his arms snaked around your waist. You gasped, arms moving to hook around his neck as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You had to be on set in five, and you were just passing the time with your good friend Rudy in his trailer.

Between the two of you, neither of you were quite sure what you were. So far, all you guys had done was purely physical. Of course, there had been lingering touches, longing stares, stolen smiles. But you hadn’t talked about it.

It had started with flirty jokes, and then, boom! It just kinda happened, if you were being honest.

Not breaking the kiss, the two of you stumbled backwards until you bumped into the table. You jumped up and he took his pace between your legs, detaching his lips from yours and turning his attention to the skin on your neck. You moaned, heading rolling back to give him more access.

“Hey, Rudy? You in there?” Your eyes widen at the voice outside the trailer door, freezing both yours and Rudy’s movements.

“Uh, yeah?” Rudy says, clearing his throat.

“Why’s the door locked, toot?” You could practically see the suggestive smirk on Chase’s face.

“Cause I’m about to take a shit and I didn’t want anyone to come in here and smell that,” Rudy replies, looking at you with a grin on his face. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, pressing your face up to it to suppress your laughter.

Chase laughs. “Alright, then, but have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her everywhere.”

“Nah, sorry bro,” Rudy calls out when you shake your head at him. “I’ve gotta take this shit or I’ll explode. See you in a sec.”

“It’s good, bro,” Chase replies. “She’s gotta be on set now, though. I’ll find her, don’t worry about it. Probably went off to craft services or something.”

You glare at the door where Chase is stood on the other end, but your eyes widen wen you realise you’re gonna be late to set.

“Cya, man,” Rudy says, helping you down from the counter as you pat down your hair. Chase mumbles a “bye”.

You two wait until it’s clear, giving Rudy a quick peck as you subtlety sneak out the trailer door once you’re sure Chase is gone.

As you walk - more like jog - away, you look back. Through the window you salute to Rudy, and he salutes back with a maniacal grin on his perfect face.

♡

You’ve just finished shooting for the day, and straight away, you headed over to see Rudy. He’d slid you a note earlier in the day to meet him at his trailer once you were done.

Arriving, you were immediately pulled into a kiss by by the blond headed bimbo who’d stolen your heart. You smiled against his lips, happily thinking about the fact that you could finally call him yours.

Around two weeks ago now you two had finally sorted through your shit and admitted your feelings for each other. However, you’d both decided it would be better if you kept your newfound relationship to yourselves. You didn’t want to make things awkward if it didn’t work out, and, besides, sneaking around was fun. “Think of it as our little secret,” you had said.

You pulled away from the kiss and he pouted. Laughing, you pecked him on the cheek and watched as a smile took over on his lips. Rudy’s arms situated themselves around your waist as he laid the two of you down on the makeshift sofa in his trailer.

Rudy was lying on your lap as you played with his hair, occasionally kissing him as some stupid ass movie played on the TV. It was a nice breather from all the crazy scenes you’d been filming and you couldn’t feel more relaxed.

Well, that was until there was a knock at the door. You wasted no time in rushing into the bathroom, hiding as Rudy went to answer the door.

“Yo, dude,” you hear JD greet and you mentally cuss him out.

“Uh, hey, JD, Maddie,” Rudy says. “What’s up?”

“Why’re you being so weird?” Maddie questions, confused as to why Rudy seemed hesitant about letting them in.

“Me?” Rudy asks, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not being weird.”

“Whatever,” Madison huffs. You hear her and JD walk in and mutter profanities under your breath. Thank god you had picked up your phone from the sofa or you would be toast. “We wanted to watch a movie and you have the comfiest couch.”

“What’re we watchin?” Rudy asks, bouncing on his heels. Madison shares a look with JD, confused as to what the hell was up with him.

“I dunno,” JD shrugs. “I gotta take a tinker in your bathroom, though. I’ll be right back.” He says, and your eyes widen.

“No!” Rudy calls out, and you search frantically for an escape route. There’s a window, but it’s kinda small, you’re not sure if you’d fit. Fuck it, you think as you hear JD and Mads confront Rudy about being weird.

“I just mean ... it’s kinda rank in there,” Rudy says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Disgusting,” Madison mutters.

“I’ll just block out the smell,” JD shrugs. “I’m desperate, bro.”

Rudy silently prays to himself as you fumble about the bathroom, climbing on top of the seat. You put one leg through the window as the footsteps land right outside the door, and try to slyly maneuver yourself out with your phone in one hand. Your plan fails miserable and you tumble to the ground, landing in a bush.

“Fuck,” you mutter, sitting up and pulling leaves out your hair.

The door to the bathroom swings open and you run as fast as you can back to your own trailer. You ignore the confused looks of the crew members, and Drew calling your name as he sees you run past with twigs in your hair.

As soon as you get back to your trailer, you shoot Rudy a quick text.

I jumped out the window ;)

Jesus, Y/N. You good?

Yeah, just thank god for my super rad spy skills.

Sure, baby. Sure.

♡

You giggle as Rudy pushes you down on your bed, peppering your skin with kisses, making you laugh more.

Filming had ended and you were currently quarantined with the cast, stuck in yours and Madelyn’s apartment. After the release of the show, you had gained quite a big fan base and your time had been occupied with online interviews and live streams. You’ve barely had the chance to sneak around with Rudy, not wanting to raise any suspicions since fans had already started shipping the two of you, pointing out the way he looks and interacts with you, and vice versa.

You didn’t want to let your friends catch on. Not yet.

Swiftly, you flip you and Rudy over, straddling him as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. You must not have heard the footsteps creeping up to your room, or the door swing open as you kissed your boyfriend.

A quick shriek alerted you of someone’s presence. You scrambled away from Rudy, cheeks red and eyes wide. It was Madelyn, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. Clumsily, she dropped her phone, the object clattering to the floor

“Fuck,” Rudy mutters, pulling on his shirt as you put your hands over your face in attempt to hide you embarrassment.

Madelyn stands dead still, frozen to the spot. “Oh my god, guys, I am so so so sorry! I didn’t know you two were-”

By now, you had alerted the attention of Chase and Drew, who came running over at the sound of a scream. It didn’t take them long to connect the dots, between your rosy cheeks and swollen lips and Rudy’s messy hair and flustered appearance.

“Oh, shit,” Drew swore, eyes wide.

“Uh, guys ...” Madelyn spoke up, chuckling nervously. “I was on live and they saw ...” she motions between the two of you with her hands, “that.”

Honestly, you think you could’ve died, right then and there. You scramble to grab Maddie’s phone from the floor, seeing the comments screaming about what they had just accidentally witnessed and quickly end the live.

“I’m so sorry!” Maddie squeals, cheeks tinging red. “I was planning on scaring Y/N and I didn’t think Rudy would be in here, let alone that you two would be-”

You quickly cut her off, scratching the back of your neck and biting your lip. “It’s fine, Maddie. Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah,” Rudy clears his throat. “You couldn't have known.”

“Uh, well,” Drew chuckles. “This is awkward.”

“Honestly, I’m gonna need a good few shots to erase the embarrassment of this moment from my memory,” you state, walking through the door and towards the kitchen where a bottle of vodka awaits you.

“I second that,” Rudy says, following you and lazily placing an arm around your waist.

Chase grins, watching the two off you. “So ... “ he trails off, gesturing between the two of you with his hand. “Are you two, yanno, together?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You nod and Rudy smiles. “Yeah, we have been for a while now.”

“God, it’s about time!” Chase exclaims.

“You guys were pretty bad at hiding it,” Drew states, a grin of his own on his lips.

You mock fake offence, gasping as you poor the vodka into your shot glass. “We’ve been dating for four months, so, obviously not.”

Madelyn’s mouth hangs open. “Four months?!” she yells. “And you didn’t tell us?”

Rudy shrugs, kissing your cheek fondly. “Eh, it was pretty fun sneaking around.”

“Agreed,” you say, smiling up at him. He meets your gaze, pecking you on the lips.

“Ew, you guys,” Chase groans. “Just because you’re together now doesn’t mean you can be all openly affectionate.”

Madelyn whacks his arm, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, they’re cute.”

“Nah, they’re gross,” Drew jokes, laughing. “Anyway, I made Mama Starkey’s casserole. Who wants some?”

“Me!” you exclaim, grinning excitedly. If there was one thing you loved it was Mama Starkey’s chicken casserole. Also, eating and drinking would be a good way to get your mind off the fact that practically the entire world saw you on top of a shirtless Rudy, making out with him.

A/N: AHAHAH THE WAY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS SHDJSHJDH also pls excuse the crappy writing this was made at 4am last night😳

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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8 Anti LO Asks

1. as a mythology buff, i honestly think it was really weird of rachel smythe to take Hecate, a goddess who helped Demeter search for Persephone after she vanished and heard her screams and shared in Persephone and Demeter's joy after reuniting... and then just make her into Hades's like... total bro who plays aggressive matchmaker to h/p to the point of trying to break up Hades's current relationship. but honsestly i refuse to believe rachel smythe did literally any research before making this comic judging by how she depicts the mythology she's taking inspiration from so honestly im not suprised

2. I don’t know if anyone on here has discussed this, but LO very much plays into the idea of “good victim vs bad victim”.

A “good victim” has suffered many things, but despite it they still remain cheerful and happy and pleasant, they do not put others out or lash out at them even if they are triggered, they do not become petty or angry or hold onto negative emotions. They, in essence, “get over it”. Thus, the narrative rewards them: they get many friends, a love internet they’re happy with, and a happy ending. This is what Persephone is. She’s the “good victim”. Despite her many hardships, we know she will not suffer in the end. She will get everything she wants and more.

Then there is Minthe, the “bad victim”. They too have gone through many hardships, but they’ve become cold, angry at the world, they lash out and have trouble opening up and connecting to others, they even hurt others, themselves victims to the toxic pain they can’t get rid it. They do not and have not “gotten over it”. Thus, the narrative punishes them, even when they try to better themselves. It’s never good enough. These characters often are lonely, the cast are large do not like them if not outright hate them, and they more often than not end up dead. This is what Minthe is. She is not a pleasant person, she’s a victim of a manipulative older man and a cruel, unjust society and system, and we know how her story ends. It’s in pain, her maiming/possible death framed as a joke and not even a genuine hint of sympathy towards her fate. She was a “bad victim”, she “deserved” what she got.

Now, you only often see this in fandom, since the actual works that deal with victims of trauma and how they react will often try to give more nuance to every shade of victim they may have on cast, but it’s very disturbing to me that Rachel seems to eagerly play into this idea, like she gets joy out of punishing a victim she created and watching them suffer even more at her hands. It’d be one thing if she kept Minthe a shallow, one dimensional character who was just evil for the sake of it, fine, but her showing us her actual complex nature and the very real struggles, trauma, and manipulation she went through, especially at the hands of our supposed “heroes” of the story, just to have her demise framed as a win for Persephone and a joke for the audience to laugh at? That’s highly disturbing to me. It’s one thing for fans to act that way, but the writer themselves? It’s very dark, to say the least.

3. "I'm invested in working with fairy tales and folklore for my next project" oh no no no oh god please no. Fairy tales have been through enough hot takes and modern "betterments", they really don't need Rachel "Apollo is bad, actually" Smythe to add to it

4. Quick question

Greek Mythology is mostly incest.

So what if someone who is actually good at writing and storytelling and consistent artwork

Kept it in

For example Zeus and Hera arguing like the married couple they are

And Hera uses older sibling card

With Zeus dumbfounded face

I don't know why but I want it but would it be weird since it's incest

Most fanfics always keep it out. Just keep it in if you want it to be closer than the actual methods you know

Hera is youngest daughter of Cronus and Rhea and older than her brother Zeus, who was also her husband.

I want to do it but like I have no clue how to start a webtoon so you know💀

5. Oh god, Hades not needing therapy because Persephone's "love" is enough? To quote my lord and savior Kennie JD: "not the p*$$¥ being therapy!"

6. uuuuuh sexual trauma warning.?

So I was writing a comment on the "Re: bpd" ask and i had a realization about persephone

She reminds me of how I was about the idea of sex

I'm demisexual and have sexual trauma and the idea of sex excited me but I wasn't able to like, do it. Me and my partner would mess around but because Mctrauma i couldn't do it cuz I hadn't exactly worked through my trauma and i wanted to get through that because i was finally experiencing sexual attraction.

Kinda reminds me of Persephone. The problem is at that point it had been 6-7 years since my trauma occurred and persephone's happened like last month.

Considering how everyone talks about persephone being a self insert i think Rachel has some things to work through

Also made the realization literally as im typing that Rachel's attitude towards asexuality could be because she's demi and doesn't fully understand what that is or means

becuase if you're ignorant enough you can 100% end up describing demisexuality as "being asexual and then like, slowly turning gay."

this ask weirdly personal so fuck it this is gonna be anonymous feel free to delete if it makes u uncomfy

7. That’s also a part about Hubris Rachel clearly doesn’t get: it was always committed by rich, often people in high authority, NEVER lowly farmers or the poorest of ancient society. They always knew better. Niobe was a queen! Minos was a king! Arachne was the rich, spoiled daughter of a really successful merchant. Sisyphus was a cunning king. The trojan war was kicked off by royal drama. The list goes on and on. You have to notice these things and genuinely study the myths or you become like Rachel, who seems convinced the poorest people would be stupid enough to not only defy their bosses, but the gods themselves? They would be the last people to do such a thing! They don’t have the ingrained sense of entitlement and arrogance like the rich and powerful to even dare act like that towards the gods, as is the case with hubris. Because of this, Rachel ends up creating a narrative that the rich and powerful (literal GODS) are the real victims to those cruel, uppity poor people, going as far as to say in comic they deserve to be slaves for hades’ benefit and they’re wrong for ever hating Persephone for, you know, murdering them because she had a bad day! They should know their place! It’s absolutely insane that she doesn’t actually seem to realize what she’s writing. Unless she does, which is an even bigger issue, and shows a really dark look into how she views the world and society and how it should be run. It’s all a bad look.

8. Have you seen the "The demon, is here in the room right now?" meme

Welp, that's literally Persephone and her "feeling"

I legit saw that video about a dude faking a mental illnes (and seeing a demon that made him do bad things) after he commited a crime and that was so cringy and I can't stop thinking about Persephone confessing her AOW like that

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lo art

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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Panther Princess; T’Challa x child reader

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LONG time in the making, not only cause of motivation and time schedule wise but I wanted to make sure I GOT THIS FIC RIGHT since this is my first time writing for T'Challa since Chadwick's death last year (MAY HE RIP OUR KING!!!). Hope you guys enjoy this, and I’ve decided that after a few Wattpad requests I’ll open requests up here on Tumblr but there will be some MAJOR adjustments to what fandoms I’ll do. For now just be patient with me and eventually I will open requests here on Tumblr, I just don’t want to be overwhelmed.

Warnings: Malnourishment. abuse, terrorists involved (no action but just the word), some fluff.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@soy-guey

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

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It was in the dead of night when T’Challa received word about some smugglers were traveling with some stolen Vibranium, and word has it that they were working for Klaue. Even though he had been dead, Klaue’s business was still running and forging deals with terrorists groups and anti-government parties.

Him and Okoye were flying over towards the drop-off point where the dealers were gonna be exchanging their latest steal of Vibranium.

“The dealers that Klaus’ second Lt. Rosko Lannister is selling the Vibranium to come from an Iranian terrorist group.”

“As usual we will let them make their business transaction before taking any further action. After dealing with the terrorist group and Lannister is ours, he will be put under the same crimes as we would’ve given Klaue.” T’Challa told Okoye. She nodded as the jet continued to fly towards their destination.

It was just before sunset when at an old, abandoned warehouse Rosko Lannister and some of Klaue’s old men waited for their clients to arrive. Soon enough driving in the black SUV’s and Honda trucks, the Iranian terrorist group came out of their cars. Most of them were soldiers holding their AK-47’s close to their chest while out of the head van, 3 men dressed in full 3 piece suits exited the car.

They looked exactly alike for these three men were actually brothers. Two of them were twins and the other was a year younger than his older twin brothers. Hasim, Sami, and Achmed Israeli were the three leaders of the biggest terrorist group in the world. There was even record shown that they made deals with HYDRA back in the day. Mostly smuggled weapons and potential serums for super soldiers.

After the fall back in 2014 when both SHIELD and HYDRA were exposed, the brothers decided to go underground and disappear under the radar. The US and European governments have been trying to find them ever since but they are too clever and can easily cover their tracks both physically and wirelessly.

“The Israeli brothers. I can’t tell you how honored I am to be doing business with you.” Rosko praised.

“We didn’t come for praises. We came for the Vibranium. Do you have it?” the oldest twin brother Sami demanded.

“Getting down to business. That was one thing my former associate Klaue always appreciated. God rest his soul.” Rosko kissed his finger before raising them upward. “Nah I’m just kidding he was an arsehole, I’m actually glad he’s dead.” He changed his tune.

“The Vibranium. Do you have it or not!?” demanded the younger twin Hasim.

“Patience Hasim. Let the white man talk.” Sami eased his brother. Rosko turned to one of his guys and nodded. His left hand man let out a whistle and soon two men come carrying in a large box that was filled with the stolen Vibranium that Klaue had stowed away for himself.

The men set it down before the brothers and Achmed opened the case up to reveal the Vibranium they were looking for. A small smirk came across Sami’s face and he said.

“Excellent. The most powerful material in the universe.”

“It did come at personal cost from Klaue, better him than me. It’s worth billions. Hope you also kept your end of the deal. This transaction is only fair if both parties agree.” Hasim smirked cunningly and turned to his general.

He nodded and exclaimed in Muslim and before Rosko even knew it. Every single one of his men was shot dead by the Israeli brother’s soldiers, leaving only him alive.

Every gun was now turned on him and Rosko had no choice but to raise his hands slowly.

“True. But when dealing with terrorists you should’ve also realized that there is a price to pay. Especially if you’ve been followed.” Sami said. At this point Rosko was confused.

“What-what-what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been in this game for a long time Mr. Lannister, I’ve seen everything and heard it all. Superheroes, aliens, psychotic androids, even real life wizards. So don’t think for a second that your actions hasn’t risen suspicion to the one who rules the very place where you got this Vibranium from.” Sami closed the case and patted it before his brother Achmed took it and had it put in the truck.

“King T’Challa has no idea of this Vibranium that was stashed away. He’s recovered the traces of Vibranium that Klaue kept public. There’s no way he could know about this.”

“Clearly Klaue had a better game face than you Mr. Lannister. For he wouldn’t have revealed such an important fact to me.” At that moment Rosko knew he had been played by the brothers. Before he knew it, a bullet went straight into his head and he died right there.

“Surround the area. We don’t leave till the King is dead.” Ordered Achmed to his security team. The soldiers exclaimed Arabic commands as they surrounded the warehouse with their guns outward and ready to fire.

One guard in particular heard something move behind him and he quickly turned and fired three shots but didn’t hit anything but some old crates. His paranoia was getting the best of him and that’s what gave him away. He was suddenly grabbed by the back of his robes and lifted up and beaten till he collapsed to the floor unconscious.

2 more guards heard what was going on and went to check on their fallen soldier when a flash of a figure ran behind them. They quickly turned and fired their guns when suddenly T’Challa came down behind them, quickly disarmed them and knocked them unconscious.

As more of the brother’s security came in and they open fired on T’Challa, he merely walked towards the security before sprinting forward and disarming the rest of them. His claws tearing their guns apart, and using his quick ‘cat-like’ agility, he managed to take down the entire fleet.

“Israeli brothers!” he cried out. It was then Sami came out and T’Challa revealed his face to the eldest brother.

“King T’Challa. I must say it is an honor to be in your presence.” Sami mocked.

“Did you really believe we would be unaware of this trade?”

“On the contrary, I expected this all along. It was that witless white monkey Rosko who didn’t expect to see you. But never fear, he’s out of both of our hands.” Sami said nonchalantly as he looked down at his nails.

“If you surrender the stolen Vibranium to me, we can resolve this peacefully. But refuse, and you’ll face justice of Wakanda in Rosko Lannister’s stand. You and your brothers.”

“See my brothers and I made a pact. If we can’t escape the system, we’d be—how you say, judge jury and executioner to ourselves. And rather than rot in a cell separated, we shall join together in a blaze of glory. And we’re not afraid to take you with us, suffering the same fate as your own father did.” Sami raised his arms out like he was flying and waiting for a fiery explosion to happen.

But nothing came.

He opened his eyes to reveal that nothing had happened. It was then coming into the open space were Ayo and Okoye who had Sami’s younger brothers. Both men were bruised and battered up pretty badly. The two Dora Milaje members dropped his brothers down at his feet like trash and T’Challa said.

“I told you. This could’ve been resolved peacefully. But you forced our hand, especially when you had planned to blow up the place with all of us inside.” Sami growled but nonetheless raised his hands in surrender.

As the Dora Milaje were detaining the three brothers, T’Challa retrieved the stolen Vibranium when he heard something nearby. It sounded like chains, they had defeated all of the security, Rosko and his men were all shot by the Israeli brother’s defense, and the brothers were all detained so who else was here?

“My King?” Okoye asked.

“Stay here Okoye, I want to check something out.” He told his general of the Dora Milaje.

“My king, it could be another threat we do not yet know about. Let me come with you.”

“I’m not defenseless Okoye. Now you and Ayo just put the men on the ship and let me handle this. It could be some animal or the chains fell down off of something.” Okoye nodded to her king and soon T’Challa headed deeper into the warehouse.

As he explored every bit of it, he soon noticed that there appeared to be a hidden door within the walls that was very faintly cracked open. He opened the door and could hear the sound of the chains getting louder and louder.

It was almost like they were—pacing? They kept a constant rhythm as they would move about, in a circle pattern or something close to it. T’Challa slowly walked towards the direction of the chains and soon found what appeared to be a cage. A glass cage but it was inside that surprised the Wakandan King.

Inside the glass was a child. She appeared to be around the ages of 8-11 years old. Her hair was extremely long and madded like a lion’s mane. She looked malnourished so much so that you could almost see her bones. But for being malnourished, how could she have the energy to pace so frantically like she was now? He also noticed that there around her neck, wrists and ankles were chains keeping her inside.

T’Challa slowly walked out of the shadows and into the light where the child would be able to see him. She stopped her pacing and just stared at him curiously. T’Challa disengaged his full Black Panther suit so that he was in his normal clothes.

“I am not here to hurt you.” He gently told the child. The child slightly tilted their head like a lost puppy. “My name is T’Challa, what’s yours?” T’Challa slowly and slowly got closer and closer to her cage as he spoke in that soft voice of his. When she didn’t answer him he assured you, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I just want to be sure you’re okay.”

Suddenly in the blink of an eye, her (e/c) soon turned to a deep cat eye yellow. Her body shifted into a fairly young but still decent size panther and she lashed out at the cage, knocking T’Challa off his feet in slight fear. The child now standing before him as a full panther clawed and roared at the cage furiously.

“My King!” Ayo’s voice spoke in Xhosa and soon her and Okoye came in and when they saw the panther, they lifted up their spears in defense.

“Stand down!” T’Challa commanded them.

“But my king—this animal is feral. It was going to kill you.” Okoye reasoned with him but T’Challa told her.

“She is a human child. She shifted into this panther before my eyes. Look.” Soon enough the panther shrunk down and soon turned back into the young girl who was still pacing back and forth in her cage.

“What sorcery is this?” asked Ayo.

“Not magic. Science. Look closer at her arms.” T’Challa said. At the section of the arm on the other side of the elbow, they noticed dozens of needle injection scars.

“This child was experimented on.” Okoye said grimly with a horrified expression.

“What do we do my King?” asked Ayo. T’Challa looked at the child who was growling and trying to act scary even though she was no longer a panther anymore.

“We take her to Shuri. Maybe she can shed more light on the matter. Get her to the ship. But approach her cautiously. Don’t make any sudden movements.” Ayo and Okoye bowed their heads to their king and walked towards the cage.

The girl would hit her skeletal body up against the cage trying to rattle it and actually roared out a panther’s real roar, her teeth slowly growing into the large infamous canines of a real big cat. Okoye and Ayo then placed a hover bead on each end of the cage and soon the cage levitated just a few feet off the ground.

The little girl roared and began clawing at the glass but it hardly did anything as she was now being guided towards the ship.

When they reached Wakanda after dealing with the brothers, Shuri in her lab was going over the girl’s intel scan that she made of the girl from her cage with her kimoyo beads.

“So what is it you can find Shuri?” T’Challa said as he entered his sister’s lab.

“This may come as a surprise to you brother. But—she has no birth record at all. I’ve contacted some of my people in various places around the world to see if there has been any missing child and all of them have said no. My theory is that she may have been created from a test tube to look like this.”

“Any idea who could’ve made her?”

“The same organization that made the White Wolf into the Winter Soldier.”

“Hydra.” T’Challa said gravely. Shuri nodded.

“I hacked into their old files and it only confirms my theory. Seems like they wanted to create their own Cat-god or something.”

“Any records on what her powers are? She can shift into a panther but can she also shift into anything else?”

“I’m still digging through the files, there’s a lot of files that came to creating her. It’ll take time brother.” T’Challa nodded in understandment.

“Keep me updated.”

“Yes brother.” T’Challa walked away but he turned back towards the young girl and saw that she had briefly stopped her pacing to look at him once again.

A week later after finding the child, Shuri managed to dig up that HYDRA’s plan for the Child was for her to become their Agent Battle Cat. The ability to shift into a panther. She also has enhanced agility, speed, and strength.

However when HYDRA fell back in 2014, they were forced to abandon the project and she had been left alone in that warehouse ever since. Thinking about the enhancing experiments she must’ve been forced to endure or whatever genes they gave her, it allowed her to survive even being chained up in a cage for years on end until she felt like she needed to give up.

While being kept under his sister’s supervision, T’Challa also made it apparent to try and communicate with the Child, just to see if she could either understand or (in a rare case) speak in any language. The first time he had tried to talk to her well—let’s just say she ended up with broken nails and chipped teeth after trying to take a bite of T’Challa’s forearm when he activated his suit to protect his arm from her attack.

He had finally finished his royal civic duties for the day when he decided to try and talk to the Child again.

“You sure it’s a good idea brother? You did cause her to lose her nails and chipped some of her teeth.”

“I learned my lesson last time. But you weren’t there before that happened. She had actually dropped her guard and almost looked like she wanted to communicate with me. I think I’m getting through to her.”

“Okay brother. But if she attacks you again, I doubt that’ll sit well with Mother as well as Okoye and Ayo.”

“I will handle mama and the Dora Milaje. For now see to it that no one disturbs us.” Shuri nodded and told her workers to go home for now, leaving T’Challa and the Child alone.

T’Challa slowly approached her cage to see her lying down on her side licking her broken nails. Some of them had broken off by the top, while the rest had the entire nail broken leaving a bloody mess in it’s wake. She was currently licking her blood stained fingertips when she caught T’Challa’s scent.

She growled and hissed angrily at him, her canine fangs extended out and her eyes shifted into the cold, yellow panther eyes.

“Steady, steady. I’m not here to hurt you.” T’Challa sat down a few feet away from the cage and continued, “I am sorry for what happened to you. I was only protecting myself from getting hurt. It was my fault for overstepping my boundaries.” Her hissing ceased and she closed her mouth hiding her fangs but she would occasionally growl lowly, her tail coming out and twitching anxiously.

They sat there in silence for a couple of minutes when T’Challa said to her.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of a name for you. You know something to call you. I’m betting the men who created you never really gave you a real human name. What do you think about—Ariana?” the Child hissed. T’Challa chuckled, “Didn’t think so. Shuri said you might like it but now I can prove to her that I was right. Now for the real options, what about…….Nala?” the child tilted her head confused. “No? What about…..Diana?” she looked down and went back to licking her fingertips. “That won’t really help them heal. Sure it’ll clot the blood but it’s not that good for saliva to heal a wound like that.”

She looked up at T’Challa and growled lowly.

“I’m just trying to help. We have the medicine that’ll help you. I won’t lie it might sting for a brief second but it’ll help. Will you trust me with healing you, please?” the child looked between him and her fingers before slowly extending her arms out and she briefly nodded.

T’Challa then got some antiseptic and band-aids. He opened up a small section of the cage, just enough for her arms to come out.

“Thank you for your trust.” He then began to doctor her fingertips. She let out some painful roars on the stubbed fingertips that no longer had a nail anymore but at least this time she didn’t try to attack him like last time. He soothed her with calming phrases like ‘it’s okay. It’s won’t last long.’ And ‘Just relax, it’s almost over.’ After bandaging up her left pinkie finger he told her, “There, I’m done (Y/n).”

At hearing that name, she looked up at T’Challa curiously. Her tail perked up and the tip curled inward. T’Challa looked at her to see her tail fall limp to the cage floor. “(Y/n)?” her tail lifted up again and her head tilted curiously. “So you like that name eh?” She looked at T’Challa and her nose twitched as she was trying to sniff him through the glass.

Taking a risk, he slowly reached his hand into the cage once more like before. However this time he kept his hand in a downward position, so that his hand formed the shape of another cat’s nose. The Child slowly crept towards his hand and gave it a sniff, when she saw that he wasn’t moving his hand, she rubbed her head against his hand for a brief second before nuzzling underneath his palm so that it sat on top of her head.

He gently began scratching her scalp which caused her to let out soft comforting purrs. T’Challa smiled warmly and continued to gently give the child—well (Y/n) some more scritches and pets.

“Don’t you worry (Y/n). I promise I won’t allow anyone else to harm you in any shape or form.”

The next couple of months after getting her body weight back to normal and healing any other wounds she had maintained, T’Challa allowed (Y/n) to venture outside the palace with him. Thinking the city itself was too much for her right now, he decided to take her out to the Border tribe so that she could see the outside world for the first time in her life.

Needless to say she was overwhelmed but she was happy to feel the grass beneath her feet, see the beautiful landscape, and hear all the sounds of the outside world from the animal calls to some of the Border tribe members talking with each other.

“Seems she’s getting along well.” Okoye observed (Y/n) who was cautiously watching the rhinos from their pins.

“Slowly but surely she is. Walking on two feet is still a bit of a challenge but she’ll get there eventually.” T’Challa told her.

“At least she’s learned to not attack you.”

“It was one time Okoye, be nice.”

“As your General it is my duty—”

“I understand your duty General. But you must also know that there will be times you can’t protect me. And this attack was very minor compared to the fights I’ve been in before.” It was then T’Challa saw (Y/n) now focusing her attention on some birds that had just landed a few feet away from the rhino pins. Her panther instincts kicked in as she got into pouncing position, her pupils were fully blown and her shoulder blades flexed over one another as her butt raised higher and higher in the air.

Finally she raced forward and the birds immediately took off flying. She leaped well over 7ft in the air and managed to capture a bird in her claws and delivered a fatal bite. She then raced over to T’Challa and presented him the dead bird.

She placed it on the ground before his feet and backed away before tilting her head with a happy smile on her face.

“Seems she has a gift for you my King.” Okoye said. T’Challa grimaced at the gift but he quickly smiled down at her and knelt down in front of her.

“I appreciate the gift (Y/n). But—we cannot keep this bird kept within a cage. Like how I freed you, we must also allow this bird to move onto the next life.” He dug into the earth for a small shallow grave, just big enough for the bird and he placed the bird into the makeshift grave. He buried it under the earth and he sent a brief prayer to Bast in Wakandan. “Right, now let’s head back to the palace. I have a meeting with M’Baku about reforging our alliance and allowing the Jabari tribe into the council.”

Okoye and T’Challa walked ahead when they heard something behind them. At first they thought it was one of the goats but it sounded to hoarse to be one of them. They slowly turned around and saw (Y/n) with a hand over the grave of the bird and she was saying.

“Ba……Ba.”

“Is she……?” Okoye started.

“Ba.” (Y/n) was trying to talk! She was trying to say the Cat goddess Bast’s name. She managed to get out the first constant and vowel but she couldn’t figure out how to do her S and T.

“Her first time talking. She’s trying to say Bast’s name.” T’Challa knelt down and he asked her, “(Y/n), are you trying to give a prayer to Bast?”

“Ba!” she exclaimed again. T’Challa was overjoyed on the inside that the girl he had decided to take under his wing and raise was finally trying to talk. Many of the tutors he and Shuri had growing up had given up saying that she was incapable of speaking because all she did was just hiss and growl as well as throw things at them before laughing like a deranged hyena.

“Here I’ll help you say her name.” he adjusted himself so that he sat down and he placed his hand right next to hers and he said slowly so that she could see how his lips did it. “Say Bast.”

“Ba.”

“Bast.”

“Ba.” T’Challa shook his head.

“Watch me carefully. Bast.” He enunciated the t at the end. (Y/n) growled lowly before taking a deep inhale and finally exclaiming.

“BAST!”

“Yes. Yes that’s it! You did it (Y/n) great job!” at seeing T’Challa’s excitement, (Y/n) began to repeat Bast’s name gleefully as she pranced around.

“A little cocky there isn’t she?” Okoye muttered.

“Let her have this moment Okoye. Besides probably hunting and killing, this is her first real big achievement. A normal milestone.”

“I suppose so.” She agreed. Even though she might not have wanted to admit it, she thought it was adorable how little (Y/n) was finally able to speak a human language and become so happy with herself that she would prance around like a yearling antelope.

Over the next couple of years, (Y/n) continued to not only advance in her human speaking skills, but she now began to show signs of aging. She went from that small child to now almost a young adult woman in just 2 years since finding her. Seemed with the animal enhancement, it also increased her human aging with each time she grew stronger and tougher.

T’Challa continued to raise her as his own and pretty soon all of Wakanda looked at her as their young Princess. Shuri loved hanging out with (Y/n) and teaching her everything there was to know about science and technology. She even took her as an apprentice in her lab. Okoye eventually came around and soon saw (Y/n) as a member of the royal family and took it upon herself to train her like a Dora Milaje so that she could defend herself without the need of her animal powers.

For she was the Panther Princess.

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