#i’ll be like 98 years old and still freaking out over this

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

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smirks hehehee

If I counted correctly, that is 98 roses! Holy jalapeños!

Okay. Y’know what. This is what I think I’ll do.

I probably have at least 100 WIPs, so I’ll see if I can find a line from each of them to share :D I’ve lost inspiration for most of them aksgaksgajsg but still!!

Edit: I gave up XD You get 42 snippets lol

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1

Wilbur blinks, lifting his head—away from the bottom of the bridge, that's good, that's what Tommy wanted—to blink at his brother. "Hey."

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2

Wilbur scowls. He wishes that he hadn't cried. Now all the doctors and nurses remember him as the crying kid. So embarrassing.

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3

Crawling close to his brother, Wilbur gently places his hands on the baby's side, rolling Tommy over until he's flat on his back. Tommy squints up at him, arms sprawled out so he looks like a capital T. Wilbur stifles back a giggle.

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4

Wilbur smiles really, really big. "Now we're a family."

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5

Wilbur watches him evenly. "I just want you to know that I'll like you forever. Even when you stop being a baby and everything. Even when you get big. I'll always be bigger than you, so that means... that means my love will get bigger, too!"

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6

Mum doesn't seem to hear him. She always has trouble hearing him when she has the bottles.

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7

The train continues to barrel towards him, and Wilbur doesn't blink.

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8

"Hm?" Tommy looks up, staring at Tubbo for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, yeah, of course. Obviously. They don't call me Tommy 'The Listener' for nothing."

"No one calls you that."

"They do! They talk about me in the streets, Tubbo!"

"The streets?"

"Yeah." Tommy flicks his spoon with a finger, watching it slide around the bowl. A few drops splatter onto the table. "You're just not listening hard enough."

"Alright then; what was I talking about just now?"

"Uhh... a game- mods! You mentioned mods!"

Tubbo nods slowly. "Alright. I stand corrected."

"Get corrected, idiot." Tommy smirks.

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9

Softly said by an old friend as they sat together on the front porch, chatting amiably as crows flew overhead.

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10

He'd give anything to hear that laugh, even just once more.

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11

Phil doesn't swoop in to save him.

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12

Ghostbur stares at the notebook in front of him, feeling his heart begin to quicken. It's empty. Pages and pages of blank paper. Senseless, meaningless.

Is that how my brain looks inside? Miles and miles of nothingness?

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13

The last word comes out in a sob, and then Tommy's arms are wrapped around him, and Tubbo's face is buried into Tommy's chest, and they're both holding on for dear life.

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14

Storm. Wilbur feels his heart skip a beat. His first storm in thirteen years.

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15

But in the off-chance you don't throw this letter in the bin, hello! I thought I should update you on what's been going on recently, so you don't freak out (because we all know that you tend to freak out from time to time. You're quite clingy).

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16

Wilbur squeals, excitedly kicking out with his legs. Phil grins down at him, making sure his grip is secure. It's not hard to hang onto a five year old, but he doesn't want to risk dropping him.

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17

Wilbur slides his jacket off his shoulder, exposing his dirt streaked bandage, already soaked with blood. Tommy doesn't hesitate.

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18

"Hello, Phil." A soft voice rang out, cutting through the lazy chatter of bugs and the gentle swishing of leaves. It was a voice Phil knew by heart, one that he could pinpoint in the middle of a raging battle, the fiercest storm, at the end of the world, even.

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19

“Not, um, nothing! Nothing, Wilbur, really! Come to think of it, do I hear Eret? Oh yes, I almost forgot; I need to go see him, so bye-"

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20

The first time Tommy says it, Wilbur is picking berries.

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21

The silence is uncomfortable. Wilbur’s skin crawls, and the air seems to crackle with tension.

At least for him. The ghost seems perfectly happy, walking strangely in order to stomp on fallen leaves. He bends down at multiple points, admiring a caterpillar or picking up a rock.

Wilbur doesn’t stop to wait for him, but Ghostbur doesn’t seem to mind. It’s annoyingly infuriating.

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22

And then Quackity had stopped by, smirking behind the glass walls. Wilbur had glared at him, failing to notice the smoking grill in the kitchen. Quackity noticed though, and his already large grin grew even wider, especially when Wilbur began smelling smoke and had cursed loudly, racing into the back room.

When he'd returned to the counter, he'd found a lovely message spray-painted onto the glass walls:

Your burgers suck.

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23

There's a man that plays music on the surface.

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24

"Phil." Techno clapped his hands together, speaking in the same tone that a parent would use as they're trying to explain something to a child. "These people know who we are. They know who we are, and they want to get rid of us."

"'Get rid of' is a pretty strong choice of-"

"The posters literally say 'wanted dead or alive', Philza!"

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25

He'll then grab a baked potato and a cup of water, gazing at himself in the reflection and swirling it around, distorting his features. He has bags under his eyes now. Streaks of dirt across his cheeks. A crack in his lip.

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26

"Wha- but I am a grown, I'm a big man, I'm the biggest man there ever was!" Tommy stutters, puffing out his chest. "See? I'm asserting dominance!"

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27

The shower handle rests towards the ceiling, the long, attached cord snaking down and burrowing itself into the wall. It's intimidating. He remembers being scared of shower handles as a kid; he thought they looked like water monsters.

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28

Phil has fallen into a routine. Or perhaps fallen is the wrong word for it; it's more like settling. The routine has always been there, it's just taken him a while to discover it.

That's poetic as crap. Isn't it.

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29

Wil smiles a bit wider. The skin around his eyes crinkles, just like his father's. "Yes. But now- now we can do it, right? And it's not even illegal!"

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30

"I mean that it won't pacify them. Chat's crazy, Wilbur. They don't listen to anything I have to say. They just say E."

Phil laughs louder, and a little bit of tea spills out the side of his mug.

ANGRYBLADE

NOOOOOOO

E

BAD TECHNO

That Wilbur dude is funny he should do lore

PHIL IS LUAGHING HE'S GONNA CHOKE AND DIE HELP

E

BOREDDDDD

E

E

silly little wilblur he will undertsadn soon

E

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31

"I mean," Tubbo tilts his head, squinting into the sunset. "Tommy... he's a little startling, I admit. And loud."

"Very loud."

"And definitely a bit much, at times. I agree that he can be a little intimidating. But trust me, he wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Oh. That's- that's reassuring."

"I mean, he'd definitely hurt Dream."

"O- oh."

"And Sapnap. And Bad. And a couple other people, now that I think about it."

"Oh."

"He'd break their knees."

Ranboo pulls his legs to his chest, wrapping his tail around them. "Oh."

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32

"Alright." Tubbo shifts, clapping his hands together. Ranboo jumps. "Alright Michael. We'll tell you, uh... we'll tell you a story."

"We will?"

Tubbo forces himself to take a deep breath, turning to Ranboo with wide eyes. "Yes, Ranboo. We will. It will make him happy, won't it?"

"Uh..." Ranboo's eyes lighten with realization. "Oh, yeah. Defin- yeah, totally. Looks like we're, uh, doing a story. Story-time. Time for a story. Yep."

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33

Wil claps his hands together, making her jump. "Then that's what we'll do! Teach me to cook, Niki Nihachu!"

"Well to start, we are baking, not cooking."

"Oh." Wilbur tilts his head. "I thought they were the same thing?"

"Um... no."

"Oh." Wilbur furrows his brow, as if struggling to comprehend this.

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34

Wilbur's eyes flutter open, and he turns his head to the side as Sally climbs into the van. She's holding a bag of onion rings, along with a can of soda. "I got your snacks."

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35

"Phil, please, just-!" Wilbur turns, slamming his fist onto the table and making himself jump with the loudness of it. "I don't- I don't really need... I don't-"

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36

Wilbur shuts his eyes tight. "I don't want to be broken. I really don't want to be broken, but I am, and I don't... want to, Phil."

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37

Phil sits at the dining room table, sipping tea that Techno had made earlier. It's hot, but Phil doesn't mind. He's content to blow the steam from the top, putting a little into his mouth before swallowing and setting down the mug. His favorite mug too, the one he'd bought from a far-away village in a far-away land in a far-away time. Or perhaps he'd stolen it.

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38

Wilbur is all curled up like a wood louse.

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39

Tubbo tries to get his shower. He really does! But he doesn't quite know how to work it; it's set up differently, and the water goes from boiling hot to ice cold with the slightest adjustment. He also can't figure out how to change it from pouring out of the faucet to spraying out of the shower head, and after several minutes of trying, he resorts to taking a bath instead.

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40

"I know, Tommy. I'm getting a plaster for you, okay? That'll make it better."

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41

"I am yours," Wilbur says, never once taking his eyes off her.

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42

He likes chamomile, though. It's a good tea. It makes him feel sort of like a marshmallow is burning inside him, or like a tiny little campfire; like the big fireplace Techno has, but smaller. A small fire.

#aaaaaah number 9 and 10 are from the fics I wrote the evening/day after I found out about Techno’s death 😭 #it was… very much a way for me to cope. I never ended up finishing the fics and I don’t think I ever will but like. they’re special #very very special #I hardly remember a lot of these lol #like that first-person one?? huh??? #NUMBER 21 MY WILBUR & GHOSTBUR BOTH LIVE AU #38 is already posted but whatever aldgoagsis #this was fun thank you :D #ask #story snippet #ask game answers

[bilbao-song]

every once in awhile when i’m minding my own business and feeling otherwise good the memory of the one (1) time when i attempted to do therapy creeps back into my mind and i want to die of embarrassment all over again

#i wish i could just pluck that experience from the back of my mind and forget it ever happened #i also kind of expected to stop finding it so mortifying over time but that still hasn’t happened lmao #i’ll be like 98 years old and still freaking out over this #it was just so Bad for so many reasons and part of it was because like #idk i’m just not used to talking about things like that so it was VERY uncomfortable #plus honestly in hindsight the whole thing was conducted very poorly #idk i just felt kind of pressured to say more than i really wanted to and like #nobody ever told me how much time we had??? so the appointment was shorter than i expected #and instead of being like ‘okay we have like ten minutes left’ at some point i was just kind of abruptly cut off lol #AND in addition to all of this they made me rate my experience directly in front of the guy i talked to while he watched #which was soooo weird and uncomfortable #also i feel like the advice they gave me boiled down to like #‘hmmm well have you tried just. not caring about this? :/‘ #like wow!!!!! what a novel concept!!! #perhaps the reason i am here in the first place isn’t this specific issue that i have given as an example #but rather the fact that i’m disproportionately bothered by things that obviously shouldn’t bother me!!! #god it was a mess #okay i have to stop writing a novel in the tags #nonsense rambling

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

RuneDate (Belphie x GN!Reader)

3.1K Words

(Went all in on the runescape fic... Whoops!)

“I can’t believe you decided to go visit your family right before a fucking pandemic hit.” Belphie groaned into his phone. It had only been a week then since it had started and he was already complaining. You could only laugh in response, reiterating what the news reporters and the doctors on the tv had said.

“Only one more week. Fourteen days tops, and then I’ll be back down there with you.” You said cheerfully, your feet swinging back and forth in the air. You always acted this way when you talked to him, and he talked to you on the phone every night since you had been up in the human world, so this is how you spent most of your evenings. You loved the sound of his voice, it always made you smile, and you’d find yourself getting flustered, even if he wasn’t trying to get you that way.

“It better only be one more week. I… I mi-.... My bed is really empty, okay. So just, hurry up.” He grumbled, and you were sure that if you could see him his cheeks would be a bright shade of red, his face now buried in his pillow to hide his embarrassment as if you could actually see him through the phone.

“Mmhm… I’ll see you by the end of next week, alright. Get some sleep. Goodnight.” You hadn’t been able to hide the fact that you were laughing. He tried so hard to cover up just how cute he could be, but he wasn’t very good at doing it. He mumbled a quiet goodnight before hanging up the phone. You couldn’t wait to see him again, and this next week couldn’t go fast enough so you could finally be in his arms again.

Morning came, the same as it always did. The birds outside singing and dogs in the distance barking at whatever passed by. You groaned quietly, grabbing your pillow from underneath your head and holding it over your face, trying to block out the sunlight that streamed through, but the buzzing of your phone beside you had your eyes opening slightly, reaching out to grab it and answer the call.

“It’s too early, Belphie.” You were exhausted even though you hadn’t really done much the day before, but your sleep schedule was a wreck and waking up at 8 in the morning meant that you had only gotten four hours of sleep and you desperately wanted more.

“Hmph. You’re not going to bed at a good time. Plus, I haven’t been able to sleep either.” It was a constant complaint of his, one that’s become expected, not that it was your fault, and he didn’t blame you for it… But you did hear about it a lot. “Let me guess… Just one more week, right?” He mocked the words that you had said over a year ago. You could hear the annoyance in his voice, and you’ve explained to him multiple times that it wasn’t your fault, humans were just selfish and stupid, and he didn’t disagree with you at all.

“I wish. I miss you… Maybe I can’t sleep because I’m not with you.” You heard him scoff on his end of the phone, and then the rustling of his sheets as he got out of bed. It’s like you could almost see him if you closed your eyes and listened close enough. He was on his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth, the sound of the floorboards that creaked beneath his feet were distinct and made it clear that that’s where he was going.

“Oh please…” He mumbled around his toothbrush, and while most would be annoyed with him talking while doing it, to you it just made things seem a little bit more normal. He would always try to talk to you from the bathroom while he brushed his teeth, and you could see it now, the toothpaste dripping from the corners of his mouth that you’d roll your eyes at but quickly throw him a rag for before it got on his clothes. “You never went to bed at a decent time down here either. You always wanted to stay up and watch horror movies, I had to practically put your ass to sleep.” He let out a low chuckle before spitting into the sink and then rinsing his toothbrush off. “I have an idea.”

“Oh? What is it?” You sat up in bed, intrigued by whatever his idea could possibly be. You knew that he wasn’t going to sneak up and spend the night with you, as much as you wanted him to. Diavolo was put off by the idea of anyone coming or going from the Devildom, he didn’t know if demons could catch the virus, and he wasn’t going to risk catching it himself.

“You ever play runescape? I know it’s an old game… but… It can be like a date… or something…” He quickly swigged the mouthwash, definitely trying to hide the fact that, again, he was flustered by his own words. God, if he got any cuter your heart wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“A runescape date. Yeah… that sounds really fun. Tonight then?” You were already pushing yourself off your bed and going over to your computer, quickly signing up and downloading the game for later. It had been so long since you’ve actually played it, and even if it was slightly confusing and you were, on a stat level, an absolute fucking nooby… it would be fun, because you were playing it with him.

“Tonight. And uh… maybe I can teach you how to fish… I’m really good at fishing. I just reached level 98.” And honestly, that was the hottest fucking thing you’ve heard him say in a while. Like… level 98 fishing in runescape. Fuck! You really just wanted to see him fish at this point, but you’d have to wait until later.

“You’re gonna have to teach me a lot of things… It’s been a while.” You were talking about the game, and you knew that he knew you were talking about the game, and you were pretty sure that you hadn’t sounded seductive or hinted at anything sexual, but Belphie was… well… Belphie, and he knew how to turn things in that direction quite easily, and he knew that it would have you stuttering a little and it was like he lived just to fluster you at the most random moments.

“It’s been too long, but I’ll teach you a lot of new things once I have you back here.” You hated him… you adored him but you hated him. You both knew that you couldn’t do anything about the feelings that he had purposely made you feel right now, but he loved teasing you, just to get you back for all the times you teased him over text. He cleared his throat, and you could hear him walking back out into the bedroom. “Alright well, I’ll call you later. Can’t wait for our date tonight.” He chuckled softly, knowing that he was basically blue balling you at this point, but you’d also get him back for it, you just needed to think of how. He quickly hung up before you could say anything else, and you knew that he was laughing his way all the way back to his bed where he’d lay back down and probably pass out for the next hour or so. At least it gave you time to finish the tutorial and try to get the hang of the basics.

You didn’t know what the hell you were doing, and that was an understatement. You spent hours wandering around the map, accidentally starting fights with random NPC’s and big ass rats which you’d run away from immediately because you weren’t about to die, you wouldn’t let that happen to yourself. You tried to get the hang of fishing, which… props to Belphie… you didn’t understand it. You weren’t catching shit, and the couple times that you did, it was nothing but shrimp. An entire ocean full of bottom feeders, which wasn’t a problem, aside from the fact that your pockets were filled to the brim with shrimp… that you tried to cook but you aren’t very good at that… so then it just became filled with burnt shrimp that you couldn’t eat and you didn’t know how to drop either.

By the time the date rolled around… you weren’t any better off than you were when you first started. You only went up like one level in fishing and you weren’t even sure how that happened, but it took about five hours. Your stats were a solid 0 on everything else, and you were still stacked with burnt shrimp… so all in all things were going great in the game and you hadn’t died yet.

“Alright so… you have to add me first…” He said, and he honestly had the patience of a saint because, like everything else in the game, you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing. “Do you know how to do that?” He asked after a couple seconds in which you were staring at the screen and trying to figure out what to push to add him.

“Nope…” And as much as you tried to laugh it off, you felt like a freaking idiot. He chuckled lightly, guiding you through what should have been the easiest task. Once you had added him, man you felt so cool. You did that… with help… but you did that.

“Okay, now… you have to do the spell to get you to the castle. It’s like the teleport thing… it was in the tutorial.” The tutorial, that you had already almost completely forgotten about… except the part where you made bread. For some reason that really stuck with you. “The spell book, it should be on the left side… do you see it?”

“Oh… OH! Yeah I see it!” Finding the spell book was simple, but figuring out how to actually teleport was so confusing for some reason. You realized that triple clicking was, in fact, not helping at all. You only needed to click once and then your character would go through the motions and then they’d teleport. “OH I got it! Okay… coming to the castle… okay… Oh I’m here!”

“There you are! You’re doing great. Okay… now just… first we’re gonna go to the bank and you can put all your stuff in there. So just… follow me. Do you know how to do that?” No, no you did not… but you said that you did because you didn’t want to seem like more of an idiot than you already felt. He already knew that you didn’t though, apparently the fact that you didn’t know how to use your magic or how to add a friend made it pretty clear that you wouldn’t know how to follow his character, so he quickly ran down how to do that too, which was such a big help, he doesn’t even know. “Alright, and when you get to the stairs, you’re gonna have to click that you want to go up.”

“Right… the stairs… got it!” The fact that you wanted to clap for yourself when you successfully went up the stairs just goes to show how much you don’t understand about the game. “Okay… I’m at the top… Oh wait, I have to follow you again… Okay… Okay I got it.” The fact that he wasn’t annoyed yet was shocking, and you constantly felt the need to apologize for being so clueless about what to do. You were glad to know that he couldn’t hear the constant clicking of your mouse as you tried to figure out where exactly to click to actually do something. “Alright… my bag is empty… now what….”

“You have to keep your sword and your shield… just those two… the sword and the shield. And then I’m gonna trade with you… You’re gonna need a lot of food, and I need to get rid of these lobsters.” You nodded to yourself, quickly putting the sword and shield back before closing the window and facing his character again. You didn’t know how trading worked at all, you didn’t know if a window was supposed to show up or what… but you waited, and even if you felt like a complete fool, just being able to spend with him like this, it made you happy and even if he couldn’t see you, you were smiling the entire time.

Once you finally figured out how to trade and you were stocked with lobsters, that’s when the real fun began. “Okay… now you’re ready. Do you want to fight the goblins or the cows?” You paused for a second, and you really had to think about it for a second. Cows or goblins…? You didn’t want to fight the goblins because you just assumed that they would be stronger (even though after playing for a bit and raising your own level you realized that they were the same strength as a fucking cow… weak ass goblins), but you really didn’t want to fight the cows… for obvious reasons, but you just assumed they’d be weaker, so you chose them anyway.

“So I just… I just click on the cow?” You asked after he led you to the little gated off area with the cows, and he hummed in agreement, standing back a little as you found the “right” cow to start fighting. “And this’ll raise my strength?”

“Yeah, but you should probably work at your shield first so… try changing your attack…” And there it was again… something you didn’t know how to do, which, again, he knew very well that you didn’t know how to do it. “Alright, you see the swords on the left side of the screen? The little button with the swords? Click that… and then change your attack mode to the one for shielding….” As if you’d know which one that is, but you were gonna wing it and hope that you picked the right one. You knew that he wouldn’t judge you for not knowing, at least not to your face.

The amount of damage that these cows delivered almost made you not feel bad for absolutely beating the shit out of them with the weak ass beginners sword that you had. “Oh my… fuck… do you hear my button clicking?” You asked while rapidly smashing the button on your mouse. You hoped he didn’t, but god, even to you it sounded loud and you had earphones on. “It just keeps doing damage to me but I can’t fucking hit it?!”

“Your stats aren’t high enough yet.” He said in between his laughter. If Levi was there he’d definitely be judging you right now. You were getting your ass handed to you by a fucking level 2 cow, how ridiculous is that?! “Just raise your shield more and then you can choose another attack method to raise your strength. You should at least get them all to five.” Five was a pretty high number to aim for considering you were only getting like 2xp everytime you even hit the cow, but, even if it took forever, you’d have him there with you.

It turned into the both of you just shooting the shit while you went around and murdered every single cow, occasionally being prompted by Belphie to eat a lobster before you die… and you probably should have used the wicked sweet one liner of “wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gotten killed by a cow”, but you were too busy to think of it while killing the cows yourself. You were too busy talking and rapidly clicking at the cow to realize that your health was low, and before you knew it you were dealing with death, who is legitimately the most annoying, talkative fucking character in the game.

“Oh shit… you died?”

“Yeah and Death won’t shut up. He just… oh my god… shut up.” You whined softly, much to Belphies amusement. Every time you tried to leave Deaths weird ass portal cave he kept calling you back to tell you more which only annoyed you further, which in turn had Belphie laughing which was your favorite sound aside from his actual talking… so maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

“I told you to eat the lobsters. That’s why I gave them to you.” He was still laughing as he told you the reasoning behind the lobster trade, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. You hadn’t had this much fun since you were actually down in the Devildom with him.

“I'm gonna fuck these cows up.”

“And eat the lobsters while doing it.” He added, which made you snort quietly… even though he heard it and proceeded to laugh even more. You had never heard him laugh so much, and as much as you hated the fact that you couldn’t be there with him in person to see him, you still got to hear him laugh, which was the most you could ask for at this point.

Neither of you had realized how long you had been playing until you heard Beel come in the room through Belphies mic, clearly scaring him because you could hear the sharp gasp and then the quiet mumble of “fucking Beel…” before he actually acknowledged his twin.

“Ah shit… Hey, Beel wants to go get some Akudonalds…” Belphie said, and while you knew that you couldn’t stay in a call or play the game forever, it was always hard whenever the calls ended for the night. “Keep playing though… level up more…”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll get on your level.” You teased, and you heard him scoff again and you were pretty sure he rolled his eyes. He and you both knew that even making it halfway to his level would take forever, but if it meant being able to play with him again, you’d do your best to get halfway to halfway there. “I’ll talk to you later…”

“Well duh… I’m not leaving forever, dork. I’m going to get some chicken nuggets. I’ll text you when I get back.” He sighed softly. “We’ll have to do this again though… And try to go to bed at a decent hour. Please. I’ll visit you in your dreams if you do-”

“I’m hanging up now and going to bed! I’ll be asleep by the time you get back with your nuggets! Goodnight!” You quickly hung up, and just as you were about to close everything out on your computer and actually go to bed, you saw him typing.

“You’re such a dork… I’ll be there soon. Goodnight 💙”

#obey me #obey me! swd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #om! shall we date #om! #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x mc #obey me Belphegor #obey me Belphie #obey me Belphegor x reader #obey me Belphie x reader #obey me Belphegor x mc #obey me Belphie x mc #belphegor avatar of sloth

[pretend-writer]

Invisible Man (Diego Hargreeves x reader)

Summary: Y/N confesses her crush to her best friend, Diego who happens to be someone who he is very familiar and close with.

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x reader

Title Reference: Invisible Man x 98 Degrees

Word Count: 2.3k words

Warning: swearing, mention of death, fluff

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Diego’s POV

This man was all Y/N talked about, always wondering if this superhero was hiding among us just like us human beings. Was he a waiter at a local restaurant or was he working as a business man? 

My response was always ‘Yeah, maybe you’ve already met him.’ She would always laugh and say ‘No, there’s no way. I would know if I’ve met him.’ 

What she doesn’t know was that the guy she’s crushing over was me. Not me, me. But me in disguise.

The superpower I had was in my blood since I was born. My siblings and I were adopted by a man who raised us as a group of heroes that would stop crimes around town. 

Father named us by numbers, we never had a name. Until our "robot" mother decided to give us a name, since then I've been called Diego. To my father however, I was always Number Two.

He treated us the way he named us, some object for his experiment. Me and my six other siblings were nothing but a tool for his amusement. I always enjoyed fighting crimes because it made the rest of the town happy but I missed every single childhood that "normal" kids had.

Growing up in this household, I started to realize I had enough of my father's experiment. When I was old enough to leave my father and this "fantastic group" that he would call The Umbrella Academy, I walked through that front door and never looked back. That was the day I decided to throw away everything I was and live as Diego Hargreeves, a normal man with normal dreams.

But it wasn't for long.

I missed the feeling of accomplishment and the sense of worth I had when I fought the bad guys; the only time I felt like I was something, like I mattered to the world. That was when I decided I was going to be Number Two once again.

This time, I kept it a secret and hid my identity. Showing my true self would've been exactly what my father wanted; fame and fortune. I didn't want that, however; I did it for me and to save the citizens of this town. I didn't care for all of that other crap. Besides, Diego was the new me and I couldn't give that up.

Then I met Y/N, the person I've been in love with since I've laid eyes on her. She came by for boxing lessons one day and from that moment I knew she was someone special.

We've grew closer, eventually going to places like watching movies or mini-golfing. She would even invite me to her friends' house for parties and introduce me to them. This was the first time I felt like a part of something important, a family.

I always had that thought in my head where I told myself "Maybe she feels the same way." There were moments where I wanted to tell her the truth; my true feelings toward her. Then that one day when I planned everything out, that was when she started talking about Number Two.

"Number Two is so brave."

"I wonder if he's alone and needs a friend."

"He's always saving everyone, that's the most selfless thing anyone can do."

It was just so hard to see someone you love talk about another man. Especially when that person was someone you were really familiar with.

Some days I wanted to tell her that I was him. The person who she was looking for, the man of her dreams was right there in front of her.

But how can I?

She loved the man that was selfless and caring, saving everyone in the city one by one. Y/N loves the thrill of the mystery behind Number Two, his hidden identity and figure out who he can possibly be.

Not only will that ruin her fantasy, she would be disappointed that it would be me. Seeing her reaction would just crush me. It also wasn't worth losing an amazing friendship over. There was no way I could live without her, I couldn't lose her.

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'A ski trip?' I questioned Y/N as I sipped my coffee. 'It's in the middle of January, probably the coldest time of the year. You sure you want to go?'

'Diego, I've been planning this trip for months. You know how much I need this.' She did her puppy dog face, knowing there was no resisting.

Rolling my eyes, I chuckled. 'You'd go anyways even if I say it's a little dangerous. There's no stopping you.'

'That's right.' She grinned, 'Besides, it wouldn't be as tragic if something happened to me anyways.'

'Why would you say that?' I frowned, not waiting anything bad to happen to her.

'Number Two might come and save me.' Her grin got wider as she fantasized about being rescued. 'Wouldn't that be romantic?'

Faking a smile, I nodded. 'I guess but I wouldn't know though, I don't know anything about romance.'

'You don't have anyone you admire, Diego?'

'No.' Maybe I answered too quickly as I tried to hide my feelings. It didn't really matter because Y/N knew me too well and detected my fib easily.

'Well, whoever the girl is Diego, she must be really great.' She giggled.

'Yeah, she's amazing and beautiful.' I smiled but deep down I wasn't feeling alright. All those words were towards her but she didn't even know how great she was.

Y/N finished her coffee as she started eating her pastry. 'You know, we can invite you to the ski trip and maybe you'll be able to hit it off with this mystery girl.'

'No, no. I'd prefer to enjoy my Y/N free weekend.' She gasped and hit me on my arm playfully. 'I'm not joking.'

'Har har. I know you'll definitely miss me, Diego.'

'Yeah, I will.' This time, I didn't joke. It was only for a few days away from her but I know I'd think about her all the time.

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Y/N’s POV

Diego was right

I hated admitting he was right but dammit he was. I was walking around a snow storm which of course had to be on the day when my friends and I decided to snowboard.

The vision was terrible and I couldn't see anything but snow on my goggles. I knew that my two friends weren't near me because I haven't heard them say anything for a few minutes now.

No matter how much I shouted their names, I got nothing. They were most likely long gone and who knows, they probably lost each other too.

The longer I was here all alone with nothing but the sound of the wind blowing, the more scared I got. I've walked everywhere but I could be just walking in circles. At this point, I didn't know anymore.

Suddenly, I felt a grip on my wrist and heard whispers in my ear. 'Follow me, I'll help you.'

With the wind blowing strongly, I barely heard what he said but I knew for a fact it was a voice of a man. I had no choice but to follow him, it was either go with him or die in the cold snow.

As the man led me to God knows where, I silently followed from behind him as he continued to pull me through the snowstorms. Even though I had a sense of relief of someone actually saving me, I could've gotten kidnapped by some freak. I still didn't feel a hundred percent safe.

After a few more minutes of hiking, I saw a small shed where the man took us both in. The place must of been some kind of equipment storage as I saw a few things they sold to us down at the lodge.

As I patted some snow off of my face and the rest of my body, I laughed. 'Thank you for saving me back there. Or kidnapping me. Either way I'm out of the snow for now.'

I heard the man chuckle but hasn't said anything else. He looked around the snow equipments with his back against me as though he was highly intrigued, I could tell he was listening but wasn't much of a talker.

Deciding to have a good look at him, I took off my goggles. Getting a clearer view, I've recognized the black outfit, it was practically engraved in my mind. Granted the journalists never had clear pictures of the man, we all knew the signature mask and the outfit he always wore.

'Number Two? Is it really you?'

He stopped moving and froze in place as I figured out who the man really was. He still didn't want to turn around but I wish he did so I could officially thank him.

'I thought I was going to die out there so thanks for saving me, uhm sir?' I bit my lip and face palmed, thinking to myself "way to go dummy. what was I thinking saying that!?"

Number Two paced towards the door, about to leave me in the shed. I went up to him to try to stop him. I tapped on his shoulder, 'Wait!'

'Oh, oops. I didn't mean to touch you I'm so sorry sir. Anyways, uhm. I really admire you and your work so the fact that you came all the way here to save me means so much. Just thought you should know.'

Number Two continued to just stand there, frozen in place; He hasn't said a word either. I didn't want to move either especially because scaring him away was the last thing I wanted to do.

As I was about to give up, he slowly turned around, revealing his face with a mask covering around his eyes. This was the first time that anyone has seen Number Two upclose as in the articles, they all say he would vanish right after he saves the people in need. Hence the lack of photographs of him.

If there were pictures of him however, I would've definitely recognized the superhero as his face was too familiar. 'Diego?'

'Surprise?' He mumbled, looking down on the ground shyly as he avoided eye contact.

My mind froze as I was still trying to put two and two together. 'Wait... so all this time, it was really you?'

Diego nodded as he scratched the back of his head, 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie to you.'

'No, it's-' I stuttered as my mouth didn't keep up with my mind. After all, there were so many thoughts running through my head.

'Don't worry, I made sure your friends were safe too. They're back in the cabin but they were really worried about you.' Diego spoke softly, knowing that I was still processing everything.

There were more I wanted to say to Number Two but now that I found out he was Diego all along, I didn't know the right words to say. Everything was confusing at first but as it gradually started to sink in, I realized who my feelings were really for this whole time.

Reaching for Diego's arm, I pulled him closer to me and stared into his eyes, 'Who's the girl?'

He cocked his head, confused on the change of the subject. 'What do you mean?'

'The girl you said that was amazing and beautiful. Who's the girl?'

Diego sighed, fighting in his mind whether to say it aloud or not. It took a lot of him to turn around and reveal his true identity, he wasn't sure if he was ready to reveal his feelings.

'It's okay, just say it.' All this time I was blinded by my infatuation for Number Two, I blocked out my real feelings for someone else. 'Tell me.'

'Y/N...' He had a nervous look on his face, having second thoughts about blurting out the next words. 'It's you, Y/N.'

I caressed his cheeks, inching slowly to his mask as I took it off of his face. He licked his lips which gave away that he was feeling vulnerable. Diego and I knew each other so well, we knew the body languages of one another. 'You're not fucking with me, right?'

Diego eyed me up and down, then shook his head. 'I'll never do that to you.'

With my hand back on his cheek, I pulled him in for a kiss. Diego was surprised, not expecting this outcome as he paused to take his new reality all in. As the realization hits Diego, he cupped my face and finally kissed me back.

Slowly pulling away, I breathed heavily. I looked into his eyes and smiled. 'Number Two was some crush I fantasized about but it was always you, Diego. I'm sorry it took me until now to realize that.'

'Don't apologize for anything. I just want you to be happy.'

'I am, I really am. Especially because you saved me from freezing to death or flying away in the snowstorm.'

'Glad I helped you when I had the chance.' The cute grin slowly turned into a chuckle.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I asked. 'What are you laughing about.'

'"Uhm, sir. I admire you so much."' Diego mocked me and laughed louder.

'Ah, can we not relive that please.' I scrunched my face, closing my eyes as if that would help the memory go away.

'Nu-uh! That was too funny. You know, I was this close to laughing my ass off, Y/N.' Diego crouched and held onto his stomach, dying of laughter.

'Oh my-' I covered my face from embarrassment. 'I was nervous okay! I didn't know what to say.'

'Okay, okay. It was cute though, don't worry.' I gave him a death glare, knowing that he'll never drop this conversation.

The cute and romantic moment was over, but I'm not surprised because of course it was. It was Diego for crying out loud, the boy who thought "romance stinks." But man, I loved my best friend so much; I couldn't hate him.

He bit his lip to stop himself from laughing again. 'Fine, fine I'll stop. We'll just talk about it again tomorrow.'

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[hamiltonimagines]

Today Is Not My Day

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Request: Combination of three requests

“alright, thanks! could i request a LMM angsty but ending kinda fluffy one where mc is his ex and they haven't spoken in a while. they get stuck somewhere together and end up talking things out and he asks her out at the end? idek if that makes sense but yea” - @notebookgirl30

“Can I get LMM and reader stuck in an elevator?” - @ousi-chan

“could you do one with Lin with just a bunch of angst and fluff? i wanta cry” - @rileygene11

Word Count: 1.2k

“Excuse me...I’m sorry...excuse me” I said, as I rushed through the lobby of the office building. I was running late for a very important presentation for work. My car had broken down on the way to work, which had caused me to be very late. I had been working on this presentation for weeks and I couldn’t afford to miss this meeting.

I was running through the lobby, which seemed to be ten times busier than usual. I ran up to the elevator and it was starting to close. “Wait, hold the elevator” I called out. I saw a hand from inside the elevator reach out and stop the doors.

I quickly squeezed through the doors and sighed once I made it in. Then I looked up to see who had stopped the door and I saw Lin. Lin and I had broken up about a year ago and we hadn’t seen each other since.

“Y/N” he said, breathlessly. “Lin...hi” I said, just as shocked. Lin and I’s breakup had not been easy to say the least. We had been drifting apart because of our busy schedules. I asked him if we could have monthly dinner dates. He had told me that that was too large of a commitment to make. Then I told him we couldn’t be together if he couldn’t make a simple commitment to me. He hadn’t reached out to me and never tried to apologize or make amends.

“So how have you been?” Lin asked, trying to fill the awkward silence with some form of polite conversation. “Listen, you don’t have to pretend like you care. It’s been a year and you never reached out to me, you clearly don’t care how I’m doing” I argued. I wasn’t just going to act like everything was fine.

“I always cared Y/N” Lin said, trying to grab my hand. I pulled my hand away from him and took a step backwards. “We can sit here in silence and when the elevator opens, we will go our separate ways and you can go back to not having to feel burdened by caring about me” I told him.

“Y/N, that’s not fair. Please let me explain” he begged. I didn’t say anything and I wouldn’t even look him in the eye. I crossed my arms and stared blankly at the wall.

The elevator ride felt like it was taking longer than it should of. Maybe it was just in my head because I wanted to get out of this elevator as soon as possible. Then the elevator stopped completely. I figured someone on a different floor had pressed the button, but the doors didn’t open. The elevator just stayed stuck.

I cursed under my breath. “Of course you’re the person that I get stuck in an elevator with. Today is not my day” I groaned, under my breath. “I could think of worse people to be stuck with” Lin said, giving me a hopeful glance.

“I’m still not talking to you” I said, blatantly. I pulled out my notecards for my presentation and started going over them. If I was going to be stuck in an elevator, the least I could do is use the time wisely.

I began pacing in a circle as I read through my note cards. I saw Lin smirk at me and then he sat on the floor.

About ten minutes had gone by and the elevator still wasn’t moving. I was starting to freak out. What if no one ever found us?

I put my notecards back in my pocket and huffed. I took off my blazer jacket and sat down on the floor. “Do you think they know we’re stuck here?” I asked, trying to not sound too worried.

“Of course, they're doing everything they can to get us unstuck. I promise, it’ll be fine” he said, calmly. I hated that after everything we had been through, he still knew all my quirks and knew exactly how to reassure me.

I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned my head against the elevator wall behind me. “I just want you to know that I am really sorry about how things ended” Lin said, hesitantly like he was unsure of how I would react.

“Lin, I don’t want to talk to you about it. Nothing that I have to say to you is nice, so I’m going to keep my mouth shut.” I said, stubbornly. “Well fine, I’ll talk. I just need you to listen” he said.

“I know that how I treated you was wrong. But I’ve learned and I’ve missed you. I just hope that eventually you can forgive me” Lin said. “You can’t just say you’re sorry and expect me to forgive you. You basically told me that I wasn’t worth your time and you had more important things to worry about. How am I supposed to believe that you’ve actually changed and you’re actually sorry?” I asked him.

“Because I’m giving you my word” Lin said. “When we started dating, you gave me your word that you would always make time for me. So we can see how much your word means” I argued.

“Listen, Y/N. I understand that you’re angry, you have every right to be. What I did to you was cruel and it went against every promise I ever made you. I promised to love you and I failed. I promised to respect you and I failed. But it’s been over a year. I’ve realized how wrong it was. I want to make amends. It’s not like we broke up and I never thought about you again. I still get excited every time I hear your name. And I miss you so much when I hear our song on the radio. I still daydream about spending the rest of my life with you” He said, and I could tell everything he said was genuine.

I didn’t know what to say. He had just poured his heart out to me, what was I supposed to say. “Is that all true?” I asked, still in disbelief. “Every single word” he said, carefully placing his hand on top of mine. I interlaced our fingers and I saw him smile.

“Look at that, this feels so natural. Just like old times” I said, under my breath. “Can I please have a second chance? I promise, I’ll prove to you how much I’ve changed” Lin said. “I guess everyone deserves a second chance” I said, smiling.

I saw the smile on Lin’s grow ten times bigger. Just then, the elevator started to move again.

Both of our eyes lit up. “Wasn’t that perfect timing?” Lin joked. “Yeah I guess so” I said as Lin stood up. He held out his hand and helped me stand up. “So how about after your presentation, I take you out to lunch and we catch up?” Lin asked me. “I would really like that” I said, smiling at him.

Then the doors opened and we saw two firefighters and mechanic. “Thank you guys” Lin said, thanking them. We walked away from the elevator and stopped to face each other. “Go do your presentation! You are going to kill it, good luck!” Lin said, kissing my cheek.

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AtLA + LoK Villains Evilness Rating

(If you wanna dispute my ratings I’ll be happy to tell you why.)

ATLA:

Ty Lee - 0.5 /10

Cinnamon roll. Too pure for this world. Naïve and will put her faith in you 100%. Kind of ditzy but can take you down with no hard feelings. Needs to be liked by everyone. Is very flexible. Can strangle you with her legs and giggle while doing it. Chooses bad friends. Has frustratingly good luck. 

Uncle Iroh- 1/10

Actual angel but could still open up a can of whoop-ass if necessary. Too supportive and forgiving. Loves tea, sitting around, speaking in proverbs and leading by example. Probably considers you a friend. Surprisingly powerful but mostly peaceful. Hard to provoke but if you do, just run. Fear the nice ones. 

Jet- 3/10

Misguided and extreme but also traumatized. Don't get in his way. Kind of twisted and obsessive af. Ends justify the means, until they don't. Needs a proper role model and has potential. Can be unreasonable and is still kind of a jerk. Will gaslight you. 

Prince Zuko- 3.5/10

Conflicted, violent and angsty but mostly needs a lot of reassurance. Has a major boner for his honor. Will freak out over nothing. Has been through a lot and will not be underestimated. Grumpy and willful af and won't listen to you until it's too late, then will blame you for misleading him. 

June- 4/10 

Might beat you up or kidnap you for money but it's nothing personal. Might insult you as a way of flirting. Looks pretty and delicate but don't be fooled. Can beat you up in a split second and not break a sweat. Will probably take all your stuff and never give it back. Lives for the tough girl aesthetic. 

Mai- 5/10

Is just bored and over it all. Throwing knives is something to do. Apathetic and will probably just follow along with whatever including murder but will complain the entire time. Emo af. Would risk it all for a quick nap. Prone to bite your head off. Too smart for you and will let you know. 

Wan Shi Tong- 6.5/10

A total dick. Tired of your shit and is judging you. Thinks humans are garbage and won't get involved with them until it suits him. Don't touch his books or he will literally eat you. Nerdiest bastard. Doesn't trust you so don't try any shit with him. Sees through your pathetic lies. Kind of an elitist.

Combustion Man- 7/10 

Thinks blowing shit up is a form of art. Doesn't believe in communication. Very serious and focused. Do not fight him. Probably gets crapped on more than he deserves. A mystery wrapped in a bald head. Probably has a tattoo of the names of all the people he's killed and he's ready to add yours. 

Hama- 7.5/10

Traumatized old hag. Created bloodbending but too crazy to do much with it now. May kidnap you and keep you in a dank hole forever. Seems sweet at first but is hiding a lot of secrets. Don't eat her cooking. Thinks sitting at home scheming is a job. Hates you for whatever small thing you did to her 57 years ago. Forgets nothing. 

Long Feng- 8/10

Conniving af. Will brainwash you, lie to your face and maybe make you disappear. Wants everything and will plot to take it all. Perfectionist and control freak, will stab you in the back and you won't see it coming. Is tired of taking everyone's shit. Thinks he deserves better but he doesn't. Kills children. 

Admiral Zhao- 8/10 

Explosive temper. Huge egomaniac and narcissist. Hates the moon. Has probably killed a lot of people and fish and you're next. Will do whatever it takes. Won't listen to anything you say. Punch first, ask questions never. Jumps to a lot of conclusions, is usually wrong. Frequently embarrasses self. 

Koh the Face-Stealer- 8.5/10 

Terrifying and will probably steal your face. Do not approach. Too indifferent to chase you but can be sneaky af so watch your back. Doesn't handle emotions well. A total loner. The guy who knows everything but nobody wants to talk to. Fear him. To know him is to hate him. Makes you question everything. 

Firelord Azulon- 9/10 

Will order your execution on a whim and maybe a relative or two first for the appetizer. Do not question him. Will play favorites and call you out on things that are his fault. Overreacts and you should probably not be around when it happens. Disapproves of all your choices and is very vocal about this fact. Forces parents to kill their children. 

Firelord Sozin- 9/10

Will commit genocide and take over the world while yelling at you for minor shit. Kind of a petty and jealous asshole. Even if you think he is your friend he isn't and is going to attack you. A big old bully with bad breath and a wonky beard. The original starter of all drama and certified instigator shitlord. 

Princess Azula- 9/10 

Unstable and manipulative. Sadist who thrives off of your fear and suffering. Will hurt you badly in all the ways. Avoid at all costs. Acts cold and calculating but really has no chill. Demands your respect but won't earn it. Trolling you gives her pleasure. The spawn of satan and loving it. Mommy issues to infinity. 

Firelord Ozai- 9.5/10

Second worst dad ever. No soul. Will burn every tree and face to a crisp. Child abuse for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Actual sociopath. Will kill someone and banish you for it. Goatee comes first. Will project all his insecurities on you. Will tell everyone your secrets. World's biggest megalomaniac. 

LOK: 

Varrick- 3/10

Will probably lie, try to con you out of money, order you to do things for him and tell bad jokes but that's as far as it's gonna go. Eccentric and annoying af. Doesn't know when to shut up. Needs to learn some lessons in life. Attracts more trouble than he's worth. Has all the good gossip somehow. 

Bataar Jr.- 3/10

The guy that nobody likes because he tries too hard and ends up ruining everything. Enjoys being a bitch. Wants to rebel but is bad at it. Do you love me now father? Tries to act like he doesn't care what you think but cares way too much. Will not kill you but might get engaged to your ex to spite you. 

Police Chief Saikhan- 3.5/10 

Will do anything you say for a price, except give a fuck. Doesn't really care about anything. Might arrest you just because he doesn't like you. The type to pretend he didn't hear you just to avoid responsibility. Likes to yell into things. Hates helping people. Is actually a giant rock in disguise. 

Tahno- 3.5/10 

A total prick. Has nicer hair than you and won't let you forget it. Very flamboyant and arrogant. Will gloat over being better than you at everything even though he cheated every time. Talks mad shit but can't walk the walk. Ultimately a big baby. Lowkey protect him. Wants to be the cool kid but isn't cool. 

Desna- 4/10

Couldn't care less. Actual inanimate object. Lurks around for no reason. Hates everything and that includes you. Listens to his elders and would probably leave you for dead. Just wants to sleep. Secretly goth. Might actually be two small robots in a trenchcoat pretending to be human. 

Councilman Tarrlok- 4.5/10

Attention whore with a savior complex. Smol bean who wants approval. Acts arrogant but is secretly depressed and self-loathing af. Stubborn and clingy emotional wreck with impulse control issues. Needs a hug. Will probably manipulate you through guilt or charisma. Wants to be Lucius Malfoy, but cries at night. 

Hiroshi Sato- 5/10

Has lost sight of what's important. Total extremist. Will get revenge on you for something you didn't even do. Well respected and seems innocent but is plotting your downfall. Can build a whole army and take you down. Kind of a traitor. Loyalty is volatile. Thinks he always knows what's best for you but doesn't know shit. 

The Lieutenant- 5/10

In way over his head. Wants to make a difference but has let bitterness take over. Will probably electrocute you. Puts his faith in the wrong people. Kind of snobby and will hold a grudge. 99 problems and benders are about 98 of them. Tired of being pushed around but still lets himself be pushed around. FLOPPY MUSTACHE. 

Aiwei- 5.5/10 

Thinks he's better than you and probably isn't. Wants to be sneaky but really is just too predictable. Boring af and tries to be unique but fails miserably. Lets everyone take advantage of him. Don't lie to him. Will harbor resentment and take it out on you at a random point in time. Discount Long Feng but not as smart or ambitious. 

Eska- 5.5/10

Will stalk you aggressively. Thinks slavery is a relationship. Eyeliner sharp enough to kill. Never betray her or she will destroy you. Might use you as a footstool. Seems emotionally dead inside, but don't test her dormant waters. Uses everyone and feels no guilt. Hipster trash. No concept of boundaries or social interaction. 

Ghazan- 6/10

Sarcasm game strong enough to fatally wound you. Doesn't say much. Has tree trunks for limbs and will probably use them to throw lava and rocks at you. Lowkey protective af. Don't get on his bad side. You can't get on his good side. Would rather kill everyone including himself than let you win an argument. 

Zaheer- 6/10

A wannabe hippie but will still fight the system and you too. Don't try to control him. Gets annoyed when people breathe too loud. Is kind of a contradiction. Will literally blow you away. Anarchy equals freedom. Fuck the police. Can sit in the same spot for a really long time. Probably a flat earther. 

Ming-Hua- 7/10

Has a significant disability but can still easily slaughter you. Innovative and sneaky af. As fast and agile as an actual lemur. A natural disaster wherever she goes. Doesn't listen to your advice. Overcompensates a lot. Probably her own worst enemy. Is quiet and likes to eavesdrop on your business. 

Kuvira- 7.5/10 

Wants to control everything. Who invited her to poop the party? Highkey evil and just plain mean. Will use your corpse as a decoration if you get in her way. Secretly petty and superficial af. Thinks social bonding is trying to seduce you in order to take charge of your life. Individuality punishable by death. Even other villains hate her. 

P'Li- 7.5/10

Can explode you with her mind. Her gaze will pierce you to the core. Strong independent and violent woman who don't need a man but chooses to have one anyway. Will shave you off just like the sides of her hair. Has no problem fucking shit up. Boss bitch. Loyal to only a select few, so too bad for you. 

Amon- 8/10

Charismatic but scary and mysterious af. Huge hypocrite. Will silently judge you. Powerful, selfish and cruel. Manipulative as hell and uses intimidation to get you to comply. Pretends to have empathy but really just wants control. Will cripple you physically and emotionally without warning. Knows all of your weaknesses but none of his own. 

Earth Queen Hou-Ting- 8.5/10 

The actual worst. Eats your pets for supper. Her yelling is the #1 cause of deafness worldwide. Will keep you prisoner and then have you killed for looking at her. The bossiest Drama Queen ever. Will be the cause of all your misery and will be proud of it. Bark is the same as her bite. Lots of daddy issues. 

Chief Unalaq- 9/10 

Religious extremist. Actually batshit insane. Wants to destroy the entire world. Has ascended from this pathetic plane of human existence. Loner whose only friends are invisible. Wants you to think he's just shy and misunderstood but NOPE. Knows what you want to hear and says it. Will sell you to satan for one cornchip. 

Yakone- 9.5/10

Worst dad ever. Will either bloodbend you, try to live vicariously through you or both. Absolutely no redeeming traits except for being physically human. Abuse equals tough love. Might beat your ass for no good reason and expect your gratitude for it. Criminal mastermind with no conscience and all of the entitlement. 

Vaatu- 10/10

Actually the devil. Literal incarnation of darkness and chaos. Ultimate troll and force of disaster in the world. Doesn't know any better, but still an asshole by choice. Will use you until you're no longer of value. Has a hard-on for destruction. Likes to play the victim. Will consume your soul and burp loudly.

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Autumn Dialogue Prompts

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1. “It’s spooky season! Finally! My favorite time of the year!” “It’s August...it’s still summer?!”

2. “Who ate all my candy?!!”

3. “You’re too old to go trick-or-treating.”

4. “I hate costumes. There is no way in hell I am dressing up.”

5. “Time to get spooky!”

6.  “After being freaks, are we gonna get freaky?”

7. “What are you supposed to be?” “A mortician, obviously.” “Can you be a sexy mortician?”

8.  “Well, one of us has to change and it’s not going to be me.”

9.  “And just what exactly are you supposed to be?”

10. “Nope, I’m not scared. Not at all.”

11. “Is that red syrup? Please tell me it’s syrup.”

12. “I paid $50.00 for this haunted house. I better die.”

13.  “You should hang out with me later. I’m gonna marathon a bunch of movies.”

14. “I came in here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat.”

15.  “Making out in a graveyard?”

16.  “Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?”

17.  “Can you please help me carry this pumpkin inside my house. It’s like three times bigger than me.”

18.  “Oh, pumpkin spice. You make me so happy. You’re the love of my life.”

19.  “Let’s split up.” “Let’s not.”

20.  “Why are you just sitting there, RUN!”

21.  “We should do a couples costume.” “We’re not a couple though.”

22.  “How many caramel apples do we need? Two? Twenty? Four hundred? I’m buying four hundred.”

23.  “There’s nothing quite as satisfying as stepping on a super crunchy leaf.”

24.  “You ever realize that the fall smell everyone loves so much is just the scent of dying plants?”

25.  “It’s staring at me.”

26.  “Remember that IOU you gave me? Well this is it. You are wearing this couples costume.”

27.  “I’m going to presume that dead body in our garden is a decoration.”

28.  “Why have I woken up in our car, in the middle of a graveyard, in the middle of the night, may I ask?”

29.  “You are NOT having a pumpkin spice latte after what happened last year.”

30.  “No?? Of course I’m not scared…who gets scared of…floating objects or…um weird sounds? Not me, that’s for sure.”

31. “Can you help me rake? I’ll let you jump in the leaf pile.”

32.  “I don’t usually do anything for Halloween.”

33.  “I’ve got a collection of horror movies and pizza delivery on speed dial. Want to come over?”

34.  “Let’s go for a walk. The trees are beautiful.”

35.  “Million dollar question: Nightmare Before Christmas or Hocus Pocus?”

36.  “If you carve a dick on this pumpkin, I swear to god.”

37.  “Is it too cliche to visit a cemetery on Halloween?”

38.  “Gourds are so ugly but also so cute. I want a thousand of them.”

39.  “I’m just not in the Halloween spirit yet.”

40.  “A ouija board on Halloween: what could go wrong?”

41. “You left your candy unattended and therefore it is now mine.”

42. “The candy is for trick or treaters! Stop eating it all!”

43. “Why does the dog have a leg bone? Please tell me that’s a toy.”

44. “Why are the dog and cat covered in toilet paper?” “One word - mummies!”

45.  “I hate the woods…especially at midnight on flippin’ Halloween! How did we get so lost?”

46. “OH MY GOD SHUT UP THEY’RE GOING TO KILL US!”

47.  “So babe, how do I look?” “Honestly I can’t tell a difference. You look like a zombie most days.”

48. “Why does that pumpkin look like me?” “Well you wanted something spooky?”

49. “There’s blood on your shirt.” “Oh, babe, don’t worry, it’s not mine. I’m not hurt.”

50.  “Is that a pumpkin carving tool in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

51. “The house is not haunted.”

52. “Mmm, I appreciated that little murmuring you did in my ear.” “….That wasn’t me.”

53. “There will be a lot of screaming tonight.”  

54. “Did someone spike the punch?”  

55. “UGH, why am I stuck with a bunch of babies?”

56. “Halloween is my aesthetic.”

57. “What are you gonna do? Burn me at the stake?”

58. “Get the blankets, we’re going star gazing!”

59. “My famous recipe, White Chocolate Pumpkin, with a dash of bat wings,” ‘Really?!?” “Nah, just some cinnamon,”

60. "If you say Halloween one more time-” “You’ll kiss me.”

61. “Would you rather kiss me or die?”

62. “10 pumpkins for our porch? That seems excessive…”

63. “It’s hand holding season.”

64. “Get the flashlight! We’re telling spooky stories!”

65. "Tell me the scariest story you know!”

66. “How did you manage to get us lost in a corn maze?”

67. “Has that scarecrow always been out there?”

68. “I just drank a whole gallon of cider by myself! I regret nothing!”

69. “Look! There’s a bat hanging from the doorway. Better kiss me under it.” “Nice try, never going to happen.”

70. “I don’t do horror movies- no, puppy dog eyes are against the rules, you can’t make me- fine, I’ll watch a scary movie with you.”

71.“Look, a full moon!”

72. “You’re beautiful. uh, u-um i mean the weather. It’s beautiful. Not that you’re not beautiful, because you are. I’m just gonna shut up.”

73. “I thought you said you knew how to start a fire!” “I said I could probably figure it out.”

74. “I think my fangs are coming loose, ugh.”

75. “I hate Halloween! EEEKK!! Don’t scare me like that!!”

76. “You have bits of leaves all over in your hair! Let me help you.”

77. “Did you hear that?”

78. “Lock the doors!”

79. “This can’t be the zombie apocalypse. I’m not caught up on my favorite shows.”

80. “Should we be drinking this much?”

81. “I’d let you haunt me all night long.”

82. “Do you think this is Harry Potter or something?”

83. “Dead men tell no tales, but we do bend the truth alot.”

84. “Oh, this isn’t a costume. This is my natural state of being.”

85. “We all know, that you will be the first to die.”

86. “What are you doing?” “Decorating for Halloween.” “It’s not even September yet…” “Halloween is a year round tradition.”

87. “Okay, no more cider for you.”

88. “Your laugh does not sound like an ugly witch cackle now will you please open the door.“

89. “You know, you have really pretty eyes but they’d look so much better without… all the blood.”

90. “What kind of childhood did you have if you never ate Halloween candy?”

91. “Black cats and pumpkins and stuff, it’s all just based on old superstitions and legends.”

92. “A walk in the woods seems like a bad idea. Ever seen Blair Witch Project?”

93. “How do you still look beautiful in zombie makeup?” 

94. “The scariest looking houses always give the best candy, it’s fact.”

95. “Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?”

96. “I think our house is haunted.”

97. “Was that someone knocking? It’s not time for trick or treaters yet.”

98. “You almost scared me to death. I’m never going to forgive you for that.”

99. “What are you going to do? Sue the ghosts?”

100. “It’s Alive! It’s Alive!”

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[anthropwashere]

deadfic: welcome the unknown

Another one for @goodintentionswipfest, and the oldest of the lot I’ll be posting by a significant margin! As in written in 2009 old. You’ve been warned.

Gonna put the whole fic under a readmore because JTHM fics have one setting and that’s Upsetting, so have some naval gazing from me first.

2009 was uhhhhh, some kind of year for me. It was the year I graduated high school, and the year I was a little bit homeless, and the year I wished I was a little bit homeless for longer so I could have avoided some bananas shit, and the year I spent waiting on tenterhooks mid-recession before I could run from a ehhh home life off to the military.

18 year old anthrop was working through some shit while writing this thing, is what I'm saying.

This was intended as a prequel to a fic I was working on in high school, while also being kind of a stand alone fic? If you've been with me since my JTHM days (wow) you'll recognize what it might have been for, but otherwise don't worry about it. This is a bit all over the place but there are still a lot of pieces I'm fond of and honestly, it's nice to see where I was as a writer and how far I've come in comparison? Too many of us fandom writers destroy huge swaths of our work out of this terribly sad and unnecessary shame for liking "cringy" things, and to this day I regret doing the same to virtually all the things I wrote for my first few fandoms. Cheesy and heavy-handed as this fic is, it's nice to have around still, you know? I cared about this fic. Working on it kept me sane during an extremely shitty summer. I dearly wish I still had the first draft, which I remember writing in different colored markers on folded sheets of computer paper hunched up in any random little corner I could get some time alone. Alas, like 98% of the rest of my things pre-military, it's gone for good.

Title comes from Robbers on High Street's "The Fatalist," which sure was a song I had on repeat a lot back in 2009.

=

Everywhere is dirty. Filth and stink and dead particles on everything he touches. He'd fallen asleep, and somebody had broken into his house and poured the offal of a thousand trash cans onto everything and smeared it in deep. 

Asshole. 

Really though, they are all assholes. Shit-smeared animals groping around on all fours, blind and deaf and desensitized to whatever little good was left in the world around them. 

They make so much noise. All they do is scream, and whenever someone manages to gasp out a non sequitur the whole world applauds, casting them into the history books for the next generation to draw penises upon their photographs. It is all a matter of course.

It can't just be him that sees this. One look outside is enough to prove his point. Why else would he board up all the windows? To keep the assholes from looking in, of course.

The assholes are everywhere these days, screaming and fucking. Fucking. They're good at that too. Reproduction. Bucking hips and nails across skin and incredible, terrible intimacy, the exchanging of fluids. Disease of the flesh, fever of the mind. A new generation born in every positive pregnancy test, a new generation dead in every street corner abortion clinic. Babies. Disgusting, germ-ridden things. Oh God, don't let it touch him with its fat little hands shiny with saliva and the green ooze that won't cease dripping from the holes in its face. He doesn't know what'll happen, what he'll do if this thing gets too close, but he has ideas, and none of them are pleasant.

He always has ideas.

He blinks, and the baby and the stinking slut mother cooing at it with too-red lips and salon-styled hair and the bus and the roaring all vanish. He stumbles and knocks an elbow against the dresser.

The smell in here is somehow worse now. Like old vomit in high summer. Is it vomit? Is it his vomit?

He decides it's better not to now, at least not now. He feels a strange mood coming. High tide comes to drown the starfish, already dried by the sun. Perhaps it is a mood he needs, but then again, perhaps it comes too late.

Something cracks, and the edges go soft and drip in a puddle of wax.

He burns his fingers by candlelight.

=

"Johnny?"

"Bunny?"

His throat burns. It hurts to breathe.

"Oh thank God, you can hear me again. You're back."

"What—" He breaks off, coughing. Blood in his mouth, on his teeth. He licks them clean and swallows. "What are you talking about?"

Bunny sounds small and tired in his ears—

Mind?

—and there was fear, Johnny can hear it licking at the corners of Bunny's— 

His?

—voice, but it has faded with time. Johnny suspects he has been asleep for a very long time.

 "I've been trying to reach you for… God, I don't even know how long." Bunny trails off.

He looks around, his eyes struggling to see in the pre-dawn light trickling in through a dozen half-circle windows on the floor above wherever he is. More by the smell than anything, he realizes he is surrounded by blood and bodies. A part of him knows he shouldn't be comforted by this, shouldn't find this scene familiar.

And yet.

"I was scared, Nny."

He hiccups, chokes, and spits out three bullets.

=

The mirror is laughing at him.

He sneers at it. Squints as two left hands do two different things, almost identical but the blur is still visible, still there.

He was wrong, he knows that now. There isn't just one person, one world, one reality on the other side of the mirror. There are dozens, maybe hundreds. Maybe thousands. Not all at once, of course, but there seems to be another pair of eyes staring back, another mouth talking at everyone and no one, each time he looks hard enough, long enough. The edges blur, fingers drag in slow-motion arcs, teeth where teeth shouldn't be, a hundred shades of skin and hair and eyes.

He can't remember the last time he showered.

=

“You look like shit, Nny,” observes the Burger Boy.

“Yes.”

“You really should do something about it.”

“Yes.”

He drives the pen through the paper and carves something into the wood that later he won't understand.

=

Greasy. He is so greasy. The others in the mirror bow out of the way to let him see the unwashed, true reflection of himself. He makes a face, drags his cheeks down to his jaw and waggles his tongue, and the reflection follows accordingly. No blur. 

Yep, that’s him all over.

Devi screams, her face set in a terrified, furious, how-could-you-you-shithead expression, and smashes his face against the mirror. His nose breaks on impact, glass stabs, digs, and catches, and drags down his cheeks and forehead. Blood everywhere, his blood. A tooth goes flying as his chin hits the dressing table’s pitted surface with a crack that sickens him even as the edges of his sight turn black, and the pain is more than noise can express. Blood on Devi’s knuckles. Fingers ripping out his hair.

No.

Everything pauses, then it all reverses in an instant, and he is left standing before a dirty mirror with too many faces looking back.

That already happened— a long long long long time ago

—and he is better now. Devi is better now too. He hasn’t talked to her in awhile but she is around, she is there, and everything is okay now. There is some blood dried into the floorboards still—was that were the stink is coming from?—but his scars have faded. He has forgiven, and he thought he had forgotten.

He’d gotten a new mirror and everything.

=

“Hi Nny.”

“Evening.”

Squee leans back on his heels before the underbelly of a machine Johnny has no understanding of and glares. With his sleeves rolled up past his elbows, smears of engine grease on his hands, sweat on his face, and looking like a mix of engineer, mad scientist, and responsible adult, Johnny has no idea how to treat the boy-now-man-next-door.

"How've you been? Whatcha been up to these days?"

There is something unspoken, something furious and accusing underneath the easy drawl of the questions. He can't imagine what Squee could be angry with him about. He is at a loss, also, at how to respond to the heavy questions thrown at him so casually. He struggles under their weight, unable to answer, unable to keep quiet, unable to lie.

Squee chuckles as he stands in one smooth motion centered on his knees and cleans his glasses with a rag from his pocket. "It's okay, shit, calm down. Not like I got a gun to your head or anything."

For some reason, he feels himself flinch. Squee's eyebrows knit and relax in an instant.

"Let's see," Squee muses. "You look like you, I'm pretty sure your car still works, and I'm currently over at Pepito's for some headfuck or another. Okay, I think I know what year this is. Awesome." He puts his glasses on and shares a smile that could cut glass.

"What are you talking about?"

Squee looks surprised, but after a moment laughs a quiet little laugh. "That's right, I forgot. This is the year you do your weird losing-time thing, yeah? Haha, you freaked me out even more all summer. I think I slept on the roof more than I did my own room. Oh God, this is even better!" He laughs again, louder, and claps a hand on the shoulder of the strange machine.

He can't think of any kind of response to this before Squee speaks again. "Fuck, Johnny, you really think seeing me at nine one day and twenty-three the next is normal?"

He thought about it. "Noooot really. No."

"That is exactly—what—How did you even recognize me?" He gestures at himself, and his eyebrows do something halfway between emulating surprise and gut-busting dislike.

"Who else could you be?"

This time his laugh is loud and body shaking, and he thumps the machine as if Johnny has said something incredibly witty. "Wow, okay, if that logic works for you it works for me, you crazy fuck."

He did not just hear that. "What did you call me?"

Squee smiles again, but his eyes remain cold and flinty and full of hate towards something—Johnny suspects—he has done in the future. Goddamnit, future self, way to ruin a good thing. But his hands still clench, his joints lock. How dare Squee? How could he?

But the boy-now-man-next-door acts as if nothing has changed. "So I can't remember how your art or lack thereof is working out in this little slice of time. You paintin' with any other color 'sides red?"

Why was Squee acting like this? "Of course I am."

He isn't.

Squee scratches his neck, scratches at scabs over long, thin lacerations in finger-shaped bruises, and Johnny wonders if what he's feeling now is how the man felt when he had still been a boy, and the scary neighbor man once crawled through the window to tell him a bedtime story. 

"You know, somehow I doubt that."

=

His fingers itch for activity. He hasn't left the house in days, maybe weeks. Does it matter?

He licks his lips and swallows, fighting down familiar urges. He can beat this.

=

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"Oh god oh god oh god why are you doing this—"

"Excuse me, I asked you a question."

Gently touch the controls, tack the pressure on, oh, just a little more. Just enough to make them scream.

=

The back of his head itches, and when he scratches his fingers come away red. No pain, just blood. So it isn't his then. But he can't remember killing anyone.

He looks away from his hand and out the window, at the outside world creeping in through the cracks between the boards. Outside there is no sun, no moon, no stars, no anything. His breath hitches.

It's raining.

He exhales.

The door is open though he doesn't remember leaving it so, so he takes the hint and walks outside. He inhales, tasting the hot summer smell of wet concrete and the cloying reek of decomposing bodies in his front yard. The million million light bulbs of the city throw their energy skyward, and the roiling clouds eat the light whole. A weird, orange glow from above casts the city into an otherworldly scene, and, feeling a little silly, he wonders if tonight might be the beginning of the apocalypse, and the idea doesn't sound half bad.

In the driveway, the concrete is slick with oil. He stands there a while, letting the rain wash the human grease out of his hair. It takes him just as long to realize his car is missing.

"That's funny," he says aloud, wiping the rainwater out of his eyes. "I don't remember teleporting home. Unless—was it Tuesday yesterday? I don't think it was, but—"

There is a soft, scared inhale of breath, a backwards scream. He turns, and there on the sidewalk is a gray woman in a bathrobe, faded coffee stains and food crusts all down her front. She is pointing at him, her face wide, frozen in a rictus grin of fear.

"What?" he asks, reality crashing into place with a shatter of glass ripping through his ears.

Her mouth moves, but the sounds that come out are backwards and insulting, and her eyes are fish eyes, wide and lidless and staring.

"What?" he asks again, sharply, his voice ugly and tasting of ashes.

"M-mon—" the woman wheezes.

Her throat is in his hands, and he doesn't recall moving from his empty driveway.

"What are you staring at? What do you want?!" he screams.

She gags and gurgles, her tubes for eating breathing talking standing bleeding; all of it collapsing under his fingers—

which hadn't been so thin a few weeks ago

—and the grin on his face is a mile wide. 

"Monster!" she whimpers as something cracks in her neck.

Monster? His hands loosen, cradle her jaw, as his mind tries to grapple with this. Why… Why would anyone call him that?

The pounding of feet, and someone wrenches the woman out of his grasp. "Jesus jump-roping Christ, Johnny!"

Dazed, he stares at the newcomer as if he's looking at everything through the wrong end of a telescope. The reek and the roaring of the public transit system returns with a bang of pneumatic doors, and Squee's mouth moves in angry shapes but the slut-mother's cooing comes out instead.

=

"You gonna pay or get off my bus?"

He looks at the bus driver, at the thick rolls of fat ballooning out underneath his sweaty, undersized uniform, a sneer pulling back the heavy flesh around pearly white teeth. He imagines jamming the steering wheel through the man's dislocated jaw and feels slightly better.

It's safe to imagine such atrocities. Imagine, but nothing more. He has to remember that.

"Hey kid! I'm talkin' to you!"

"Sorry," he manages through grinding teeth and a throat hot and restricted with anger. He deposits the required fare into the automated tray and darts across the yellow line before he can act upon his ideas.

He always has ideas.

He stumbles into an open seat as the bus jerks forward with a belch of black exhaust he can't see but can taste, heavy and gritty on his tongue. On his right, a plastic mommy bounces her little dolly on her knees. They are dressed in matching summer dresses. Disgusting.

How long has it been summer anyway?

He glances at the pair again and thumbs the volume on his CD player a little higher, fighting to keep his face neutral. He has never been fond of parents who treat their offspring like objects rather than the people they are going to be.

Something tugs on his sleeve and he recoils, crashing into the metal bars on his left. It takes everything he has not to retaliate against the foreign touch. His headphones are knocked askew by the impact, and Mozart's power vanishes, becomes tiny vibrations around his neck.

The baby, the child, the dull-eyed little girl has the ragged end of his sleeve in its shining, soaking wet hand. Through the fabric, he can feel its dampness, its heat. It babbles at him incoherently, green ooze dripping from its squashed little nose into the gaping, grinning mouth below.

"Oh, she likes you!" The mother cries, swooping in for the kill. Her smell washes over him—of heady perfume, hairspray, hysteria. He can see the makeup creases, the scars of plastic surgery, the shadow of a bruise on her shoulder half-hidden by her yellow sleeve. His mind jumps to all sorts of conclusions, and each one of them sickens him more than the last.

"Uh," he manages.

His hands twitch.

=

He is sick of this life again. All the old signs are there, everything points to one fact, but he can't bear going down that path, not yet. Later, later.

"'Later,' he says!" Crows the delighted Burger Boy. "Yes, perhaps when the scabs from the old shackles grow over the new he'll get off his scrawny ass and attempt to do something about all this!"

"Fuck you."

The Burger Boy looks at him imploringly, its meaty little hands clasped, its fangs retracted, the perfect image of a concerned friend in hideous checkered overalls. "In all seriousness, Johnny-boy, this is not something you can put off any longer. You must act now, or not at all."

"Go die in a hole."

"We both remember how effective that was the last time you tried that. Now, please—"

"Don't make me get the sledgehammer."

At least it had the decency to flinch at that, the little fuck.

The Burger Boy sighs, obviously frustrated. "I don't understand why you find it necessary to fight me so, Nny."

"Maybe it's because, oh, I don't know, you're trying to enslave me to my own kidneys?" He bites on the straw of his cherry Freezy hard enough to tear it. The plastic tastes like artificial fruit and latex gloves. "And don't call me Nny."

The Burger rolled its eyes, which shouldn't have been possible because it was pretending it was still ceramic. "So I'm no longer allowed that special little privilege, am I? Only the ghost of your dead, levitating bunny rabbit is?"

"Leave Nailbunny out of this."

"And those pathetic Doughboys as well? The very ones that conspired against you to 'serve their master', who, in case you've since forgotten, was the very creature you were charged with imprisoning behind a wall of blood and plaster?"

"That was D-Boy. Eff just wanted freedom. And really, can I blame him?" He bites the straw in half and spits it into the bathroom sink. In the mirror, his reflections mimic him, ten thousand mouths a-grinning.

"You're missing the point, though I'm hardly surprised."

A thought strikes him, and it's out of his mouth before he can think twice about it. "You know, if they ever started talking again, I think I'd still let them call me Nny. Sure, they were both exploiting my ever-increasing insanity and all that, but they were mine in the beginning. Unlike you."

It ignored the jab. "If they ever start talking again, it will be far too late."

=

There wasn't any soap in the bathroom.

=

"What the hell were you thinking?"

He blinks. "What?"

"Give me one goddamn reason, one very good goddamn reason you had for strangling my mother, or so fucking help me Johnny—!"

Squee is definitely reminding him of himself now. Great. Fantastic. Fuck.

"Um."

=

The Burger Boy scowls, its face transmogrifying into the fanged, drooling thing it really is. "You remember how terrible it was to toil under the merciless whip of the System! I know you do because I am a part of you, though you refuse to believe as such! And though you hate what I have to offer, you must realize that I am far more preferable as I am now than what I could become unless you tear free of the System's grip now!"

"I AM FREE!"

With a snap of ceramic he breaks it's right arm off, and the two of them scream in pain and hate, in the same voice, in one voice.

"I." He jabs at his chest with the arm, feeling it squirm under his fingers.

"Am." He drops it to the bloodstained linoleum.

"Free." He grinds the arm to dust under the heel of his boot. His reflections are too blurred, too scattered, to see how many follow suit.

Gripping the hole where a limb had been seconds ago, its ugly face twisted further by agony, the Burger Boy pants, "There is no such thing as freedom! No!" It screams, harsh and violent, as he opens his mouth to retort, "Listen to me. Hear me out. Please."

A heartbeat passes. Five. He closes his eyes, suddenly exhausted, and nods. The figurine sighs and leans against the faucet, settling its insect eyes on the spilled Freezy in the tub.

"Let's get one thing straight. I don't want you thinking that the puppet masters are singling you out for sport. God knows you aren't anything special. Everyone is a slave to one thing or another." It pauses to laugh bleakly. "Perhaps even those who fancy themselves the masters of this game of Monopoly must bow their neck to the chopping block one day. Who am I to know? I am but a series of chemical reactions created in the misfiring neurons of a sick man's brain. But never mind that. What I'm trying to say here is that there has been no other way. Ever. There has been no freedom, no choice. It is all preordained. This is the way of all things."

Every part of him rebels against this. No free will? Impossible. His life is his own, now more than ever. Yes, he had been a slave, once. But that had just been the luck of the draw, an accident, like winning the lottery or getting hit by a truck. It was… unpredictable, impossible to preordain. Heat in his chest, his jaw tight and creaking. "They told me—" He begins, his voice ready to rise into a shriek.

"It was only temporary. Even stone must crumble, Johnny."

His legs turn to jelly at a terrible, terrifying thought. He grips the sink, licks his lips and tastes salt and cherries and fear. In a soft, weak voice he barely recognizes as his own he finally asks, "Are they going to make me a flusher again?"

"They already have."

=

"Mom, can you make it back to the house on your own?" As he speaks, Squee performs a quick once-over on the gasping woman clinging like a burr to his chest. His face betrays him, showing the extent of the damage done even as he keeps his voice upbeat, a stream of happy reassurances pouring out with the rain even as his eyes confirm a far more dire prognosis. "Johnny and I need to, um, talk."

"Who—" Her voice fractures in her collapsed throat, and she chokes and dry heaves until her face is purple with strain. 

Squee holds her until she calms. "Johnny's our neighbor, Mom. We've lived next to him since—for as long as I can remember."

"O-oh. He looks ni-ice. I-is he a friend o-of yours?"

Squee makes a face remarkably comparable to the one a particularly vehement guest made once after Johnny had made him swallow a pound of nails. "Just—go inside, Mom. Go see if Dad's awake, okay? See if he'll call 911 for you."

"Okay sweetie." Her voice is wet and crackling, like stiff paper going soft beneath a steady drip of water. He recognizes the sound, and suspects now that he may have squeezed too hard. But she had insulted him, hadn't she? Called him a fucking monster. How could he let that go without proper retaliation?

"And tell Dad I'll be in in a min—oh festering whore tits, your eyes are bleeding."

"Don't swear, honey." 

"Sorry. Johnny?"

He can't help but flinch. "Yes?"

Squee swallows, looking almost frightened before setting his jaw and glaring hard at him. "You are going to go in your house, sit your ass down on your couch, and you are going to stay the fu—stay there until I can get Dad to give me the keys so I can get Mom to the ER. See, betcha I gotta do it 'cause Dad is an incompetent, loveless douche with a heart of coal. But I'm gonna do it fast, 'cause you and I? We need to talk."

"I—" 

Squee got him off with a sharp gesture. "Uh-uh. Not today. Not gonna play that game. Get in your house."

He got in his house.

=

"Slavery is inherent in all things, Johnny. It is only a question of to what. Once before you were selected to be a Flusher—"

"And I failed. Miserably, I might add."

The Burger Boy shook its head firmly. "You excelled."

"Clearly we're remembering my experiences in the After Life differently."

"Clearly you forget what kind of monster was imprisoned behind that wall."

"I never saw it. I died before I had the chance."

"It doesn't matter whether you saw it or not! What you had to do to keep it locked up should tell you more than enough."

"I—"

"I think somebody with a say in things liked what you were doing down here. Otherwise, why else tether you to this particular yoke a second time? If your memories of what Satan said to you are correct, you are practically the very antithesis of Flusher material!" It hobbles towards him, it's ungainly waddle exacerbated by its missing arm. Drool spills freely from between jutting fangs that cut at its lips with every overeager exclamation. "Take a good look at me, boy. The very moment the System slapped the manacles back on your wrists it began to take me as well. These changes are the result of your inaction."

His reflections smile bitterly. "You claim to be mine one minute and admit you're not the next. One or the other; it can't be both."

It stares at him with a steady, curious expression. "Can't it? The System is trying to take me from you. That is one truth. Another is that I am fighting it as best I can. Just as your Doughboys did, not so long ago."

He sneers and says nothing.

"I am resisting," the Burger Boy continues, "but I cannot win. The changes done to this form you've assigned me are the result of every foot of ground lost. You must see how much faster the transformation is in me compared to the Doughboys! You must understand that you are no longer a mere Flusher! For the Wall Monster remembers how effective it was to use your own madness against you, and now an eye is upon you, Johnny! The merciless, unflinching eye of the System in its entirety, and the System is more powerful than either of us can possibly comprehend."

He locks his fingers around the lip of the sink to keep from shaking. Slowly, the words trickle out of his mouth, pooling in a pile of warm paranoia in the drain. "Everything you say only goes to prove how much they have already conquered you, taken you from me and twisted you into some… thing. Some monster braying about hope even as it settles its jaws around my neck." 

He drops his gaze from the figurine, from the mirror, afraid of the triumph he knows he will find there. "I can't trust you."

The Burger Boy positively beams. "Now you're catching on."

=

"Nailbunny, what should I do?"

resist

"Who? Who do I fight? Him? The System?"

resist

"Whether I like it or not, he's my only source of information. Even if he's manipulating me, he at least has the decency to forewarn me, unlike his predecessors. If push comes to shove, I think I could beat him. But what—what if he's telling the truth? What if he can help me?"

resist

resist

"Nailbunny?"

resist

resist

resist

resist

resist

re—

=

"Please! Oh god, this hurts so much! Stop!"

"Shut up. The machine's barely even warmed up."

The sobbing blob tied to one of many torture devices he keeps humming at the ready cringes as his hand floats above the dial. He allows himself a brief smile.

"W-what do you want? Jesus Christ, I just m-met you! What did I even do?!"

He opens his mouth, a speech rife with injustice suffered under the merciless hands of a society dead from the neck up on the tip of his tongue, only to find himself unable to remember who this woman is and why he has her strapped into the Needler.

He laughs, and turns the dial up anyway.

=

—sist

=

The baby, the child, the dull-eyed little girl releases its iron grip on his sleeve and forgets him instantly, yet the mother perseveres, eager to speak with another human being. It seems he has no choice but to participate in a conversation with this woman until his stop, as every other seat is taken. And besides, it would be rude to just stand up and walk away.

You could kill her.

He frowns and ignores the voice, but nevertheless finds it unsettling. Meat's all for living and talking and eating and fucking and being an actual human, not murder. This is very out of character. Still pondering over it, he glances at the woman and finds her staring at him, expecting something from him.

"What?" he asks, itching to put his headphones on again. He really likes the piece vibrating against his collarbone. 

"Where did you buy your shirt?" the woman asks, as if she's repeating herself. She probably is.

He peels his eyes away from her surgically swollen lips long enough to glance down at himself. Black and gray, with an obnoxious splash of color amid the stripes that makes his head hurt. He doesn't recognize it.

"I, uh, don't remember," he says.

"Oh, that's too bad! My little brother loves that show."

He nods mutely, allowing his thumb to play with the volume of his CD player. The woman keeps talking, and Carl Orff rages at fate in a whispered rise and fall of Latin and violins.

The girl touches his hand again, and he accepts without protest that he will kill these two in their matching summer dresses with an eager blare of trumpets.

=

"Slavery to a broken machine or slavery to life and all its pains and pleasures." Meat touches his arm with its remaining hand. Through his sleeve, he can feel its dampness, its heat. "Decision time is now or never, Nny."

He laughs. "I am a broken machine."

=

Sometimes other people appear in the mirrors. Just brief flashes, overlapping the current other-self dominating the rest, and he knows it's foolish, but he can't help but wonder.

What is it like to have friends?

=

"—and it's being called the worst crime in the tri-county area since the café massacre two years ago. With twenty-seven dead at the scene and another twelve in critical condition, we here at the Channel 4 News Network can't help but agree. What do you think of it, Jeff?"

"It's a real atrocity, Nadine. The man who did this must be a real psycho, a total monster."

"Oh yes. And speaking of the killer, a woman—who has asked to remain anonymous—has stepped forward, claiming to have been at the club when the murders were committed. She also claims to be the one who halted the massacre by shooting the killer three times, despite having already been wounded."

"It is true a thus-far unidentified blood sample was recovered from the scene, as well as the bullets matching the woman's gun, but nothing conclusive has been determined yet. However, the woman has agreed to meet with a sketch artist once she's recovered from the attack, and a drawing of the killer will be sent to all media coverages when available."

"In the meantime, if anyone has any information regarding the killer or his whereabouts, we would appreciate it if you would call the number at the bottom of the screen. Please, don't hesitate—"

The reporter's face freezes for an instant before exploding in a supernova of white noise. Jolted out of a daydream, he instinctively reaches for the remote to mute the atrocious sound, but pauses before letting his hand fall. 

The sound is… oddly pleasant.

He leaves it on for three days.

=

He decides to call it Reverend Meat. It just… seems to fit.

=

He pauses at the couch only briefly, wondering what happened outside and what kind of reaction he should be having, but his legs give out and once he hits the floor it doesn't seem to matter anymore. Something skitters away, startled by the sound and vibrations of his body striking the wood. A minute passes or maybe five before it skitters back, probing his fingers with inquisitive antennae. His nerves won't respond to the signals his brain sends, to flinch away or crush the insect before it has a chance to grow bolder. He panics briefly, fear and helplessness clawing their way through his chest cavity, but then, as if a switch is flipped inside him, he relaxes.

The insect, whatever it is, takes a cautious nibble at the calloused tip of his ring finger. There is a tiny flash of pain, but no instinctive recoil from the source of the hurt. He is truly unable to move, than. The insect continues to bite, finding the outer layers of his skin tasty enough to merit further excavation. A second insect, crawling out of some unseen hole beyond his limited vision, joins the first, and is quickly followed by a third, a fourth, a dozen, too many to differentiate by feel alone and before he knows it an entire colony of carnivorous insects are biting into him, eating his flesh, burrowing under his clothes, his skin, crawling in his mouth and into his soft, wet insides, and he can't do anything to stop it.

It hurts, God it hurts, and he thinks wildly to himself that if he manages to live through this he will never ever strap a jar of bugs between another guest's teeth, ever again, because this is beyond torture, beyond ironic justice, beyond what words can describe: it just fucking hurts.

But then they reach his spinal cord and, like a city-wide power outage, his pain receptors begin to shut down, and then it's only the sounds of thousands of tiny mouths chewing. Until the insects turn their attention to his face, at least, being eaten alive isn't quite as bad as movies would lead him to believe. It's certainly slower, for one thing, and it lacks the nerve-wracking horror soundtrack, but perhaps that's for the better. The sounds he does hear are far from pleasant: squishing and crunching and gnawing and if he still had a stomach it'd probably be heaving by this point. He can see nothing but the dusty edge of darkness beneath his couch, but it's easy to imagine how gruesome he must look.

He's seen the results of this kind of thing with his own eyes, after all.

By the time they reach his head, they have already chewed through something vital in his chest and nowhere can he feel anything, any ache any pain any sadness any anger any loneliness and God is that an improvement. Consciousness fades to a dull spark somewhere in his increasingly exposed ribcage, perhaps somewhere just behind his collarbone, and he is hollowed out as rapidly as a properly upgraded power tool can scoop the mush out of a pumpkin. He is home to a colony of army ants, or a vast nest of ravenous, newborn spiders. That buzzing he hears could be the many vibrating wings of mating flies, or the first comb of a beehive being constructed among his bones. Certainly this is some species of insect that won't hesitate to swarm over a piece of meat—however stringy—before it has a chance to defend itself. Maybe it's even a school of land-bound piranha. He can imagine all sorts of culprits and has little trouble believing in all of them.

He wonders if honey from a human hive would be any good, but immediately discards the idea, revolted. He's practically thinking cannibalism here! Or, rather, self-cannibalism. Can a person self-cannibalize when they no longer have a digestive system? He'll have to try that sometime.

He wonders.

"Johnny?"

He blinks with magically undevoured eyelids, and is whole.

=

Sometimes, if he focuses hard enough, long enough, on these days when others flicker by in the mirrors, sometimes these flickers steady, become memorable faces, re-memorable people. And if memory serves, most of these people are dead.

The implications leave him with aching knuckles.

=

"I am not a monster."

"You just keep telling yourself that. Hey, maybe if you wish hard enough it might even come true one day!" Meat cackles and kicks his toothbrush into the toilet bowl.

"I wasn't always like this. I haven't always lived here. I haven't always been alone."

"How can you be so sure?”

Frustrated. Does he really have to state the obvious?

"No one is born knowing how to speak or read or write, or how to drive a car, or how to use money. Inherent knowledge is limited in humans. I may no longer have the memories of being taught, but the result is still the same. I know how to mix paints because I probably took classes in high school. I know how to use a camera, order dinner at a restaurant, do my own laundry, because someone else was there to teach me. Fuck, someone hated me enough to give me you."

"Who?"

"What?"

"Who gave me to you?" Meat's smile tries to appear kind, yet it is condescending, as if it is speaking to a child. "It's a simple enough question, dear boy."

"I—you said it was a girl—that we—" He swears. "You know I don't remember."

"Who gave you an understanding of the English language? Where is the license that proves you once passed a test at the DMV?"

"I—"

"Can you prove that you did not simply read the directions in some art books, or on the camera's packaging, or in a Laundromat? Perhaps, on the same strange whim that made you steal some Styrofoam Pillsbury Doughboy figurines, you came across my body yourself?"

"You said—"

"I thought you didn't trust me."

His knuckles burn white.

"Well, Johnny?"

"You know I can't prove any of that."

Meat's eyes glitter with delight. "Then, dear Johnny, how can you be so sure?"

=

At the edge of a stage bright with colored lights, he curls his hands around a microphone and smiles. The audience—

so many eyes watching him, and yet he couldn't be more relaxed

—has hushed; yet their screams still ring in his ears. 

He is not alone on this stage.

He doesn't dare turn to see who is playing softly behind him, afraid it'll be people the mirrors have shown him that are alive in some other Johnny's life but dead dead dead in his. His heart pounds, and for once the ache in his throat feels good. This is all so wonderfully terrifying, sickeningly familiar. Has he dreamed this before?

He comes to a stop inches from the audience's reaching hands. Good God, he has them right in the palm of his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he breathes into the microphone, and every spark of life in this vast room is shining its light on him, and it is all so beautiful, so perfect, so alien. 

"What we have here is a moral conundrum."

=

"Bunny, I'm worried."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one. But really, there's so much to worry about. Please, elaborate for me."

"I haven't gone anywhere I might run the chance of killing someone in months. Just drive-thrus and that fully automated shopping center. Until recently, the only other people I've interacted with haven't bothered me or have been out of reach. It's only been these past couple weeks I've attempted anything more. Walking in parks, public transportation. You know."

"I know."

"What I can't figure out is how I ended up in that club at all."

The television is on, too low to be heard. In its pale blue glow, he carefully touches his chest, wincing when his fingers press against three tender circles: one on his sternum, another between his sixth and seventh ribs, and the last just beneath his ribcage. Tiny puckered scars ache in the center of each purple bruise.

"If I remember correctly, you recognized something who went inside and followed after."

"Why would—that doesn't sound like something I'd do."

"You stalked Devi for nearly a year."

He scowls. "Unnecessary, Bunny."

"Is it?"

He thumps his boots onto the coffee table and says nothing. Bunny presses on.

"It was a woman. Short hair, glasses, surprisingly compassionate to your… cause."

"Wait, do you mean that one woman with that shitty boyfriend I Tazered once? When I saw that movie—"

"Yes."

"Wow, really? I figured the Wall Monster got her after reality collapsed." He taps his chin thoughtfully. "What was her name? Did it start with a… a T?"

"Tess."

"Yeah!" He pauses. "She… recognized me first."

"Uh-huh."

"She practically ran into the building. They didn't even card her. She must have been a regular."

"Or she worked there."

"Or she worked there," he agrees. "That anyone could recognize me—" he trails off. A beat passes, and he continues on a different vein. "But what set me off? What caused me to break again, after I'd been doing so well?"

"That shouldn't be your chief concern, Johnny."

He looks at the disembodied rabbit head, little more than a skull now, and tiny and fragile-looking without it's maggot-riddled skin. "Oh?"

"You should be asking why you were sent back again."

=

Those other people in the mirror, those strangers, those friends, those dead bodies in motion, would sometimes pause beside his reflection. They smile, laugh; get mad and fight back and actually live; attack and be attacked; get scared and fight back and die. Some of it looks fun, some of it looks ridiculous. A lot of it scares him, more than he'd like to admit.

He wishes one of them would notice him.

His fingers touch glass.

#jthm #johnny the homicidal maniac #deadfic #my writing #if you know the comic then you know what kind of violence and fuckery to expect #otherwise good grief i apologize to anyone checking this out who doesn't know the source material and just likes my writing #i also dearly apologize for the lack of contractions #18 year old anthrop didn't know what the fuck she was doing

[bobasheebaby]

100 Boy Meets World Prompts

Cory

1 “And I just want to ask one thing: What's this?” “No, NAME, we were just --“ “Undapants!”

2 “They want you to take the rolls!”

3 “Please pay at the register, honey. And tipping is not a city in China.”

4 “NAME, you're trying to seduce me.”

5 “No, I don't get hit by a bus.” “Why not?” “Because I use the crosswalks, I memorize the bus schedules, and if I've got a husband/wife like NAME, I ain't leavin' the house.”

6 “NAME, just face it, you're afraid to make a commitment.” “I'm not afraid to make a commit -- I've been with NAME for fifteen years!” “Ah, they've been good years.”

7 “Wait, is this you or NAME talking?” “He/She decided we're one person.”

8 “This is raw, hot, unfiltered passion, and that kiss opened the gates.” “There are no gates.” “Oh, there's gates.”

9 “You were one of those kids that enjoy getting spanked, weren't you?” “I always deserved it.”

10 “But I've never failed before.” “There's a first time for everything.” “That argument doesn't get you anywhere with him/her.”

11 “You're not my father/mother, NAME.” “If I were your father/mother, I'd spank you, NAME. Because that's what you deserve. A big spanking! Now take down your pants.

12 “How could you possibly get into this much trouble in one day?” “It didn't take me the whole day.”

13 “It's us against him/her. Living on the edge, babe.” “I like when you call me babe.”

14 “Maybe I'm dreaming. Pinch me! ... Not on the butt.” “Sorry, it was just right there.”

15 “Gee, NAME, I'm looking around the room trying to see if anyone asked your opinion. I don't see anyone. Is anyone? No?”

16 “Did you hear how I referred to myself in the third person for emphasis?” “I thought that was a nice touch.” “NAME did too.”

17 “Finally someone understands my particular genuis.”

18 “First of all, there is a Whipped Magazine. I didn't subscribe; somehow they found me.”

19 “You know, you're a very sexy boy/girl, NAME.” “Really? I'm a sexy boy/girl. Thanks. I can't wait to tell NAME.”

20 “I'm in! Those idiots let me in.”

21 “Well I am shocked and dismayed.” “Well now you can't be both. You be shocked, I'll be dismayed.”

22 “Wear something of mine. What do you want, a jacket or a hat?” “A jacket. I'm very prone to hat head. Sometimes I get it without even wearing a hat.”

23 “So how was your weekend?” “Ah, one of the all time greats. I slept in, I watched TV, I played video games. And Sunday I took it easy.”

24 “I'm supposed to see other people. You're supposed to wait until I die.”

25 “This is so great. I wish NAME was here.”

Shawn

26 “Use a mirror, babe.”

27 “You know, NAME, NAME said something interesting before that got me thinking.” “Wait a minute. NAME got you thinking?” “He/She seemed well rested.”

28 “You listened to NAME.” “Oh my God, I listened to NAME.”

29 “I mean, NAME, you're much cooler than I am. At least I thought you were.” “Trust me, I am.”

30 “Hey, if I had things my way, NAME would walk in the day after the honeymoon and have the whole thing annulled.”

31 “You know, I'd give up on them but I don't think they'd notice.” “What?”

32 “He’s/She's your ex. Let me spell that for you, X.”

33 “Please get out and don't ever come back.”

34 “Yeah, so it's like you're a couple and we're a couple, and we're exactly the same except that --“ “You're married and we're happy.”

35 “Well what kind of stupid thing was it for you to care whether I put you back together again? What are you, Humpty Dumpty?”

36 “I hate myself.” “You're not alone.”

37 “NAME, his/her lover.” “Oh, very tasteful honey. Did you hear that, NAME?” “NAME, his/her lover.” “Oh, shut up Yoko.”

38 “You're a disgrace to the entire back row.”

39 “You don't think I'm a geek?” “Of course not.” “You think I'm cool?” “Of course not.”

40 “You're thinking too much. Do what I do, don't think.”

41 “You sure that's three cheeses? Because I only see two. Where's the Gouda, pal?”

42 “Don't move. Maybe he/she doesn't see us.

43 “Oh, man, I gotta do something now. Think.” “You gotta think, NAME.” “Ow.” “Thinking cramp?” “Yeah.” “I get those, too.”

44 “Look, NAME, I've been doing some thinking. Ow!”

45 “We have to come up with a plan.” “You know that's so crazy it just may work.” “What may work?” “The plan.” “I didn't tell you what it was.” “That way they can't get it out of me.” “Get what out of you?” “Nice try.”

Topanga

46 “We've waited for this moment all our lives. What are you thinking?” “I can't believe NAME’s not here.” “I love you too.”

47 “NAME!” “Oh, no.” “Oh, don't you run away from me, you old goat.”

48 “NAME. My dear little butt-head. May I call you butt-head?” “Sure.”

49 “I don't want to offend any one and my family's feelings are the most important thing to me. But if she thought I was getting married in that freaking monstrosity, she must have been hitting the sauce.”

50 “Have you looked at him/her?” “Okay, so he’s/she's pretty, he’s/she's tall, he/she drives a new red convertible. Oh heck, I'd go out with him/her.”

51 “NAME, you transparent moron. If you sigh one more time, I'm going to give you something to sigh about.”

52 “You know I could take you.” “You don't want to dance with me, boy/girl.” “You don't see me running, do you?” “Bring it on, NAME.” “It's on.”

53 “That's it. That's it, I've had it! I don't want to put the Sweet & Lo in my purse.”

Eric

54 “Hey, little bro/sis. Life's tough, get a helmet.”

55 “So I said to myself, NOT THEIR NAME --“ “NOT THEIR NAME?” “That's what I call myself.”

56 “I'll do it. I'm the oldest.” “Actually, I'm the oldest.” “Yeah, but I've lived the longest.”

57 “I don't know what's going to happen to me. But I know I'm gonna be a good person who cares about people. And I blame you for that.”

58 “I sort of thought you guys would keep my room the way it is.” “Actually, NICKNAME, for that I think you have to be unexpectedly killed by a truck or something.”

59 “What are you going to do when your hair grows back?” “It's not going to grow back. I got my receipt!”

60 “I'm dead.” “I'm dead.” “I'll get as sick as you can get without actually dying.”

61 “NAME, one word: You're with me.”

62 “NAME, I think he’s/she's a witch. And not a good witch like Glinda, a bad witch like with the monkeys.”

63 “NAME, what are you doing to me? We had a deal. You and FRIEND are so perfect for each other you should be married!” “I'm not ready.”

64 “Oh, look at that. You wobble like a weeble!”

65 “Don't you see what you're going through? This is your middle east crisis.” “Middle age crisis.”

66 “Of all the nights to fight, I mean Halloween, this is the one holiday that's supposed to bring loved ones together.”

67 “How can I let it go when it haunts my very thought?”

68 “By the way, that last paper you wrote, I couldn't stop thinking about it.” “That's because it was smut! ‘My lips quivered.’ -- it was filth. It was screamy filth.”

69 “You can't do that, NAME.” “Why are you calling me NAME?” “Because that's your human name.”

70 “Stay out of this, NAME, it's a one man/woman mission. ... Will you help me?”

Mr. Feeny

71 “Don't you mean ‘do well’?” “No, I mean do good.”

72 “You are the worst babysitter that ever lived.” “And your children are the spawn of Satan.”

73 “I was expecting you. Today, tomorrow, yesterday. It was only a matter of time.”

74 “How are we supposed to get home?” “Wait 'til it's dark. Then run, very quickly.”

75 “You're still moving away? Ah, for the love of Mike, stop with the mind games, man.” “You know this is the reason I can't sell my house.”

76 “I know my man/woman.” “It's like we have one brain.” “Yes, well. That's too easy.”

77 “Ho, ho. Is that the stupid idea train coming 'round the bend?”

78 “Oh, I think you're much more stupid than you give yourselves credit for.”

79 “Well, since you're not set on a name for the baby, I, myself, have always been partial to THEIR NAME.”

80 “I'm not responsible for Dream THEIR NAME!”

81 “For years I've seen you give advice to everybody, but never me. Why is that?!” “You don't ask.”

82 “The guy on our couch eating our beer nuts.” “Mmm, nutty.”

83 “Wait a minute. Maybe we should all just think for a second.” “No, NAME and I tried that. It doesn't work.”

Jack

84 “You don't know what it's like to live here, man. You don't.” “Why do you stay?” “Because ... he’s/she's my friend. Because I like him/her. And no matter what crazy things he/she says or does, I still like him/her. God help me I still like him/her.”

85 “You know, NAME, I'm having trouble opening this jar.” “That's because it's a can.”

86 “I can't be poor. I'm too good looking to be poor.”

87 “I would never pay for that shirt.”

88 “He's/She’s too passive. He/She needs to voice his/her opinions more.” “Ooh, NAME, what do you think about that?” “I don't know.”

Angela

89 “You guys are our closest friends, but we are sick and tired of you!”

90 “Because I'd rather give him/her attention for acting normal.” “Oh, honey. We know that's never going to happen.”

91 “Let me ask you this, in all the time you were with NAME, did he ever call out the name S/O NAME?” “No, but he called out the name PERSON ANAME.” “In what context?”

92 “No, I was just a little surprised seeing you here, eating my food, which is mine.” — Rachel

Alan

93 “It's quarter after three. Only creeps and wierdos are up now.” [person c enters]

94 “Anything happens to NAME, I'll kill you.” “You like him/her better than me.” [person a nods]

95 “I have an incomplete future.” “Of course you have an incomplete future. The future's always incomplete. When it's complete, people tend to call it the past.”

96 “You chose FRIEND over your own flesh and blood? You're dead to me.”

Amy

97 “I don't like it when you call him/her an idiot, NAME.” “I didn't call him/her anything.” “Oh, well I guess I must have thought it in my head.”

98 “NAME, we used you as a decoy. We knew you'd be stupid so we used it against you.”

99 “What happened? I used to be good.” “NAME, I say this with love and respect. You were never good.”

100 “We're just asking you to get us off the hook.” “No. This is your hook, you're going to hang there like the worms you are.”

#boy meets world prompts #boy meets world quotes #cory matthews #shawn hunter #eric mattews #topanga lawrence #george feeny #writing prompts #drabble prompts #dialogue prompts #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy #i live in covid 19 hell #i love the feeny call #fee hee hee hee heenay

[rinnnyxr]

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About my day | Bold what is also true for you :

I woke up around 8AM.

I woke up without an alarm. I woke up nude.

I woke up and drank water immediately.

I checked my phone right when I woke up. I checked my TikTok notifications.

I checked my Facebook notifications.

I then checked my email.

I then went downstairs. I got dressed to go out.

I was in the passenger seat of the car today.

I wore a hat today.

I put concealer on.

I put foundation on.

I put on powder.

I used a beauty blender.

I didn’t brush my hair today.

I wore ugg boots.

I wore jeans.

I wore a zip-up.

I went out to breakfast.

I had 3 cups of coffee.

I had a glass of ice water.

I had pancakes.

I had a bagel.

^ with cream cheese.

I saw friends today.

I saw my boyfriend today.

I saw my goddaughter today.

I gave someone a hug.

I gave someone a kiss.

I pet a cat today.

I uploaded video.

I took a photo today.

I updated that photo to Instagram.

I’m currently listening to music. I’m currently on my laptop.

I’m currently in PJ’s. I’m currently surprisingly comfortable.

I took a shower.

I took a shower but not alone ;)

I have the heat on currently. I wore a bracelet today.

I wore a ring today.

I listened to the radio.

I listened to music on Apple Music.

I didn’t post a Facebook status today. I checked the fridge and saw nothing appetizing. I washed my face.

I used rose water spray on my face.

I used a face moisturizer.

I googled a celebrity. I had cheese and crackers.

I may take a nap soon.

I saw my mom today. I saw my sister today.

I thought about calling my dad today.

I’m not currently wearing socks.

I’m not alone in the room currently.

It’s windy out today. It hailed out today.

I’m really thirsty.

I’m too lazy to get up and get myself a drink right now.

I paid for something with cash today.

I thought about cleaning my room but didn’t…

I listened to God’s Plan by Drake today.

I didn’t blow-dry my hair today. I’m gonna play video games soon.

I’m going to take some more surveys after this. I drank something out of the carton today.

I’m not leaving the house for the rest of the day.

I can see my pet from where I am currently.

There is a TV to my right.

There are headphones to my left.

It’s Sunday today.

I have work tomorrow.

I got in a small argument today.

I told someone I loved them today.

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1. had sex? 2. bought condoms? 3. gotten pregnant? 4. failed a class? 5. kissed a boy? 6. kissed a girl? 7. used a little paper bag for lunch? 8. had a job? 9. slipped on ice? 10. missed the school bus? 11. left the house without my wallet? 12. bullied someone on the internet? 13. sexted? 14. had sex in public? 15. played on a sports team? 16. smoked weed? 17. smoked cigarettes? 18. smoked a cigar? 19. drank alcohol? . 20. watched “The Breakfast Club”? 21. been overweight? 22. been underweight? 23. had an eating disorder? 24. been to a wedding? 25. made fun of someone for being fat? 26. been on the computer for 5 hours straight? 27. watched tv for 5 hours straight? 28. been late for work? 29. been late for school? 30. kissed in the rain? 31. showered with someone else? 32. failed my drivers test? 33. ran a mile in less than 10 minutes? 34. been outside my home country? 35. been on a road trip longer than 5 hours? 36. had lice? 37. gotten my heart broken? 38. had a credit card? 39. been to a professional sports game? 40. broken a bone? 41. been unhappy about my weight? 42. won a trophy? 43. cut myself? 44. had an STD? 45. got engaged? 46. been on a diet? 47. tried out to be on a tv show? 48. rode in a taxi? 49. been to prom? 50. played a drinking game? 51. stayed up for 24 hours or more? 52. been to a concert? 53. had a three-some? 54. had a crush on someone of the same sex? 55. been in a car accident? 56. had braces? 57. learned another language? 58. killed an animal?  59. been at a yard sale? 60. been to a Japanese steakhouse? 61. wore make up? 62. talked to someone via webcam? 63. lost my virginity before I was 16? 64. had my wisdom teeth taken out? 65. kissed someone a different race than myself? 66. snuck out of the house? 67. bought porn? 68. had a virus on my computer? 69. had oral sex? 70. dyed my hair? 71. gone skinny dipping? 72. graduated from college? 73. wore someone else’s clothes? 74. voted in a presidential election? 75. rode in an ambulance? 76. rode in a helicopter? 77. caught the stove on fire? 78. got in a verbal fight? 79. met someone famous? 80. been on vacation? 81. been on a boat? 82. been on an airplane? 83. broken something expensive? 84. had surgery? 85. kissed someone before I was 14? 86. beat a video game? 87. found something valuable on the ground? 88. made a survey? 89. stalked someone on a social network? 90. prank called someone? 91. spent over $100 shopping in one day? 92. been to a library outside of school? 93. cut my hair and hated it? 94. peed outside? 95. went fishing? 96. helped with charity? 97. taken a pregnancy test? 98. been rejected by a crush? 99. been suspended from school? 100.broken a mirror?

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2008 was a horrible year for me. Actually, it was the best. I’ve been on a cruise before. I like chemistry more than biology. I like taking surveys more than making them. I absolutely despise the color pink. I don’t have a significant other. I get all four seasons where I live. I only shop when I absolutely have the need to. I have an older brother. I have my driver’s license. I don’t want to have kids someday. I wear more jeans than skirts. I’d rather wear sneakers than high heels. I don’t go to church. I don’t like having my fringe in my face. I’m very much into heavy metal music. I own like, a hundred hoodies. I couldn’t draw to save my life. I’m a very good cook. I always have to look at the keyboard when I type. I’ve had surgery before. I don’t mind getting shots all that much. I’m not afraid of bugs. I love hot, hot weather! I have huge eyes and long lashes. I’m naturally very pale. I’m usually not very picky at all when it comes to food. My parents are divorced. I don’t like doing surveys, but I find myself doing them anyway. I’m addicted to Tumblr. I don’t have a Facebook account. I have perfect vision and don’t need glasses or contacts. I don’t wear makeup when I go out. I hate stores like Forever 21. I’m very much into sports. I don’t see what the big deal about photography is. Or fashion design. I don’t really appreciate art that much. Horror movies are my favorite. I don’t care if people cut in line in front of me. I don’t even remember the last time I put on a piece of jewelry. My hair is naturally straight. I support gay marriage. I have more friends online than I do in real life. My siblings are all older than I am. My significant other is younger than I am. I curse in almost every sentence I speak. I always get straight A’s in exams. I don’t know how to play any instrument. I only know how to speak one language. I don’t have my own personal blog. I’m allergic to something. I’ve been stung by a bee at least once in my life. This is the last survey I’m doing today. I have seen someone propose in public before. And they got rejected, poor bloke. I wonder if I will ever get proposed in public. Heck I don’t even know if I’ll ever get married. I know what a sake bomb is. I’ve tried it before. I’ve watched ‘Paris Hilton’s My New BFF’. ^ Ew, sad much? I think Paris Hilton is a brainless bitch. I celebrate Chinese New Year. I’m not Chinese or a tiny bit Asian at all. I have a step-sibling. I have a weak tolerance of alcohol. Are you kidding me? I can drink all night long! I want a new cell phone. I have my own bathroom. I sleep on a single bed. Nah, I have a King/Queen size bed! I think one night stands are no biggie. ^ Slut ^Prude I’ve been on a helicopter before. I’m actually afraid of heights. My date rented a limo to take me to prom. Pfft, I wish I had a date. I haven’t had my prom yet. I like clicking on advertisements. Pop-up ads are so old school. I recently took a bath. I never bother, I just take showers. My Christmas holidays were the bomb! Ugh, mine sucked like hell. I’d love to go to Japan one day. I’ve seen a ghost before. ^ I’d pee in my pants if I did. ^ No, I’d run and scream. I can write lyrics! I can, but I’m not very good at it. I would like to become a musician one day. I love finding things in sofa cracks. I know someone that’s trying very hard to fit in a stereotype. Every cup of water I drink equals to a trip to the toilet. I recently received my exam results. They were quite good! Nope, failed it all. It’s my boyfriend’s birthday today. He never gives me gifts. He buries me with them. I wish I had a boyfriend that actually spends money on me! I love him very much. The Beatles rock my world. Actually, a lot of classic rock bands rock my world. It takes me a really long while to get to sleep. I’m a personality quiz fiend. I am and have always been a night owl. I love reading Sarah Dessen books. My earphones are in my ears practically 24/7. I am an only child and that’s not because of any death. I hate school and everything else connected to it. I’ve never been in any romantic relationship. I have a lot of favorite names. And I plan to use those names on my kids. I’m reading a comic book right now. I’m listening to music right now. I memorize lyrics really easily. But memorizing stuff for school isn’t easy at all. Math is my worst enemy. I love bolding surveys. Nice and easy. I pick Guitar Hero over Rock Band. I really don’t mind being all alone.

[lulubette11]

Ok, I’ve just gotta say that I’m struggling with this whole Jill Ellis farewell thing.  I am truly and seriously torn.  I loved her at the beginning and I loved that she was a woman in a demanding head coaching position.  I loved that she was a lesbian with a wife and a daughter.  I loved the way she always seemed calm and composed during press conferences.  I loved a lot of things about her.  And then I thought about how little she used HAO in the 2015 World Cup.  And then she started disrespecting Ali Krieger.  And then she cut Whitney Engen.  And then she fucked the team up so badly that they crashed out of the 2016 Olympics.  I don’t care what anybody says - if you take World Cup winners from July 2015 and turn them into a team that doesn’t even get the chance to fight for an Olympic medal one year later.....that’s 100% on the coach.  But anyway.  And then she freaking cut Ali Krieger after even more disrespect and dishonest answers to questions about why she wasn’t playing anymore.  And then she left her dangling at 98 fucking caps.  98 fucking caps.  No previous player on the USWNT had ever made it to 90 caps and then not gotten to 100.  Not ever.  But Ellis left Krieger frozen out at 98 fucking caps.  What monster does that?

So, ummmm, yeah I love what Jill Ellis has done for the future of female coaches everywhere.  I love that a lot.  I understand what a huge deal it is to coach a team to win a World Cup Championship, not just once!  But twice!!!  It’s an enormous, earth-shattering accomplishment.  I want to celebrate Jill Ellis.  That’s what I do.  I broadcast the hell out of achievements like this all over my real-life social media.  I teach my uneducated friends and family about Pat Summitt and other women who have succeeded in male-dominated fields, especially sports.  And I really, truly want to feel joy in my heart for Jill Ellis because I honestly think she deserves it.  We’re not going to see another coach win back to back World Cup titles in our lifetime.  It might not ever happen again.  But I can’t fucking do it because I can’t forget what she did to Ali Krieger.  

Ali didn’t lose her spot because somebody better beat her out for it.  She didn’t lose her spot because she got old and slow - even though that’s what US Soccer has been preaching and what most idle fans now believe.  She didn’t lose her spot because she stopped being a great teammate or leader or player.  WE DON’T KNOW WHY SHE LOST HER SPOT and that’s one of my biggest problems with Jill Ellis.  We’ll probably never know the truth but from all intelligent reasoning it was somehow US Soccer politics.  Maybe Ali was the sacrificial lamb for the often-whispered about coup that many of the players tried to stage after the failed 2016 Olympics.  Maybe Becky Sauerbrunn lost her captaincy because she spoke up about what happened to Ali and challenged Jill on it.  We’ll never know.  But what anybody with a brain should be able to figure out is that Ali got done dirty.  And then, when all other options failed and there was no more time for Ellis to fuck around with less-qualified and less-talented RBs (this is not a Kelley O’Hara bash or a Casey Short bash or a Crystal Dunn bash - those three and Ali are the best OBs in the player pool), Ali was finally invited back in the 11th hour.

That’s not great work from Coach Ellis.  That’s an embarrassing spotlight on a situation that just got swept under the rug for 2 years.  Whatever.  Ali came back and looked like she never left and played very meaningful minutes in the 2019 World Cup.  Who would you want playing the second half of the championship game against the Netherlands and their powerful, talented forwards?  I’m not knocking Emily Sonnett, but there’s no way that game is a shut out if she plays the second half instead of Ali Krieger.  Sonnett is great but she just doesn’t have that big game experience yet (and Ellis insists on playing her out of position as an OB instead of a CB).  

So here I am....wanting to celebrate Jill Ellis but not being able to.  I love the USWNT and I hope the next coach is great and helps them win the gold medal in the Olympics next summer.  I hope that Ali gets another shot at an Olympic medal before she retires but I don’t know that it will happen.  I hope a lot of things.  And I honestly wish Jill Ellis well in whatever she does next.  But I can’t just forget that she almost got away with robbing Ali Krieger of her 100 cap ceremony Thursday night.  Imagine the past 6 months differently - without Kriegs on the roster.  Stuck at 98 caps by a vindictive, petty coach.  I know the team is about way more than just one player, or even one group of players, but it shouldn’t be all about one coach either.  I want to celebrate Jill Ellis and maybe someday I’ll be able to.  Ali Krieger doesn’t seem bitter about it but I still am.  I’m working on it.  It was pretty telling that the oldest players who contributed to the team’s ‘thank you Jill’ social media post yesterday were Julie and Crystal.  That said a whole lot right there.

So for now I’ll say thank you Jill Ellis for bringing Ali Krieger back.  And for keeping Jaelene Hinkle out.  Those are the two smartest things you’ve ever done and I genuinely appreciate you for both of them.  I’d like to thank you for moving Julie Ertz to be the best holding midfielder in the world, but that was Rory Dames’ genius so I can’t do it.  But thank you for keeping her there. Thank you for getting rid of the 3-back system (even though it’s a good system if you use the right players in the correct positions).  I’ll keep working on this list until someday I can just tell people about the great lesbian coach, maybe the best coach ever, who brought the USWNT two, back to back, World Cup Championships.    I sure hope so.

#ali krieger #USWNT #jill ellis

[straightouttaneptune]

It girl pt. 3 - First training

Pairing: Mentor!Natasha Romanoff x Mentee!Reader, Platonic!Avengers x reader, Peter Parker x Reader (In the future)

Warning: Fluff with Mentor Nat, mention of family issues, a little low self-esteem reader :(

Summary: Natasha had once joked about picking a random new recruit trainee to teach all her skills since Tony had recently become Peter’s mentor. Fury sees this as a legitimate idea, and asks Natasha to choose her protège, code name: “it girl”.

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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“Hey, ‘it girl’.” As soon as you walked into the ginormous gym, Captain freaking America and another buff guy with the name ‘White Wolf’ stood in all their glory. And, to top it all off, you’re pretty sure Captain America called you an ‘it girl’.

“Oh, yeah. ‘It girl’ is your code name. I think a lot of people are gonna be calling you that.” Natasha smiled, walking in beside you.

“Steve, Barnes, meet Y/N. Y/N, Steve, and Barnes.”

“My name is Bucky, Bucky Barnes.” He eyed Natasha warningly before his eyes softened, smiling as he shook your hand. “If you need anything, I’ll be in the tower, Doll.” The metal arm didn’t surprise you, as you already read, watched and knew about every single Avenger.

“And I’m Steve.” Steve took your hand, squeezing with a grip of a supersoldier. “You must be very talented if Nat picked you.” You opened your eyes wider to take in his appearance, he was bigger, taller and cuter than you imagined. Too bad he was like 100 years old.

“Thank you- I, I’m so honored.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, still star-struck. You only ripped your eyes from the two when Natasha called out from the boxing ring.

“Don’t steal my Y/N, Rogers!”

The combat training was going pretty well, you learned how to knock someone out with your thighs today. Weapons training was moderately good, you hit your target around 60% of the time.

But you weren’t in real training until Steve and Bucky left after teaching you the basics.

As soon as they left, Natasha worked the hell out of you. About 2 hours later, you were dying.

Your lungs felt like they were being squeezed and shoved around, you literally could not feel your legs, sweat rolled down your neck like a waterfall, and you were questioning yourself for agreeing to be recruited.

“Ms. Nat, I think I’m dying.” You laid down on the yoga mat, looking up at the bright ceiling feeling helpless.

“You did good, Y/N. I’m proud of you.” Natasha’s voice toned down at the last sentence, so quiet that is was almost like a whisper. But you heard it, and it fills your heart up with pride.

“Thank you.” You restored the energy to sit up, grabbing your water bottle and chugging down the remaining liquid.

She chuckled from her spot at the boxing ring, leaning against one of the pillars in the corner. “How do you feel now?” She jumped out of the ring, walking up to you.

“It feels amazing. Unreal, I just...” You broke eye contact with her, gaze moving to look out of the glass wall. “I don’t know if I deserve to be here.” It was now your turn to quiet down, gaze falling onto your shoes.

“Hey, Y/N?” Natasha sat down beside you and placed her hand on your head, caressing it until you looked up again into her eyes.

“You’re here because you do deserve to be here. Sometimes, when we just keep seeing super-soldiers and Gods being heroes, we forget that there are heroes that live among us. I saw what you did in that shop the other day. You’re special.” Her features were soft, accepting and warming, something you desperately sought in your whole life. Your mother was a sweet lady, but her attention was always, constantly on your father, who never came home. She’s never really looked at you.

Your eyes turned glassy, tears welling up. Never in your life did you think that you’d find a sense of belonging, acceptance, comfort in the woman you’ve only met 2 times. But she was someone who’d say that she was proud of you, who’d give you a chance to be a part of something.

“Hey. Come on, Wanda baked cookies this morning.” She stood up and extended her hand to you, and you happily took it. By the time you stepped out of the gym, the smile had already returned to your face.

“Hey! There’s the ‘it girl’ I keep hearing about!” In the kitchen were Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson and Vision. Wanda was the first one to run up to you, pulling you in for a hug. The scent of roses tickled your nose, probably from her shampoo.

She let you go and looked over at Natasha, sending her a look of approval.

“I’m Wanda, this is Vision and that’s Sam.” The robot-looking human waved, and the falcon, or Sam, gave you a high five.

“I’m Y/N. Great to meet you guys.” You flashed them a smile while you deduced everything about them while they were distracted. The Avengers were interesting, and no harm in studying a little bit about them, right?

Wanda went off into the kitchen to grab her cookies, which she offered more than you could eat. While Nat made some calls, you hung out with the three of them for a while, stuffing your face with Wanda's delicious snacks. You bonded with them, especially Wanda with her age being closer to yours than anyone else in the building. The four of you gossiped endlessly about the Avengers until Natasha came in with Tony Stark around 6:30pm.

"Well, well, well, kid. You must be the famous Y/N." Tony revealed his striking brown eyes as he ripped his sunglasses off. You nodded and he shook your hand politely, looking up and down at you. "You look exceptional. No wonder they call you 'it girl'." He let go of your hand and again, you were met with this warm sensation of being accepted. You guessed that the Avengers had that effect on people.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark. You look dazzling as well." You played with your words graciously, commenting on Tony's million-dollar tailored suit. 

"I like you." He nodded to himself and patted Natasha on her back affectionately. You didn't miss Natasha's small smirk of contentment.

"Anyways, the car's here for you. You'll be sent home with the spider-ling, though, I hope you don't mind." He checked his wristwatch and made a quick exit, and you waved goodbye to your 3 new friends then walked with Natasha to the main door. 

"I see a lot of myself in you, Y/N. Come back tomorrow, I think Thor and Bruce'll be back by then." She pushed you towards the waiting car, standing back at the entrance with Tony. 

"Be safe." She whispered as she watched the car drive away, oblivious to the commotion happening in the car. 

"Y/N?!"  "Peter?!" 

"You're it girl??" "You're spider-man?!"

“You know, I heard that.” Tony side-eyed Natasha, while she gave him a death glare.

“They start to grow on you, don’t they?” Tony called out at Natasha as she walked away, he knew that you’d be a vital part of Natasha’s life in no time. Just like how that spider-ling of his became the son Tony never thought he’d have.

“That’s why you had the Stark internship?!”

“Well, yeah, it’s not exactly an internship...”

“Did a spider bite you too?”

“A spider bit you?!!”

Next chapter: Part 4

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[shawnies-rihno-blog]

They Don’t Know About Us

Part 1.

WC:5.7k

Where Shawn and Alisha end up falling for each other, but things aren’t easy for them because of their age difference, but also because Alisha is Aaliyah’s best friend.

Warnings: Cursing, Cat calling.

Enjoy! Thank you so much for reading!

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Summer had finally started yesterday, well summer vacation. Alisha Ahmed was beyond excited to return to her father’s house, after living in her dorm for 9 straight months. She was more excited to come back home to Pickering.

Alisha Ahmed was an 18 year old, who had secured herself a spot in Werstern University, one of the best in Canada. She had gotten herself entangled with Medicine like her father and older brother. She had gotten through the first year of BSC (Bachelors of Science) with a lot of hard work and mental breakdowns.

When she got her exam marks back, it was like she was on a high. Her overall average was 98%, and she was beyond excited to tell her dad about her marks.  She had driven all the way from London (in Canada), and she finally had reached Toronto, the skyline visible now.

After 4 hours of a non-stop drive, she decided to make a pit stop. She got off at Queens, and made her way through downtown, bad idea. Downtown was probably the worst place to go to at  6pm on a Friday, but Alisha was pretty stupid, atleast she said that herself. 

She made a quick pit stop, filling up the gas in her car, and then heading to the Drake Coffee Shop, it was a thing, really. She spent a good 10 minutes finding herself a parking spot, not wanting a parking ticket, her dad would have yelled at her.  After parking her white BMW series 4, courtesy of her father, she got out, walking towards the cafe.

Alisha Ahmed had become a woman in the past 9 months, she was a late bloomer, but boy did late blooming pay off. She was always gorgeous, but boys never looked at her, because she looked 16. But now Alisha Ahmed had the best of men begging to get in bed with her.

She was rocking low-waisted light washed jeans, with a salmon coloured tank top. Her curves looking inhumanely beautiful in those jeans, the tank top making her breasts look plump, as if they weren’t already.

Her brunette hair were embracing the summer wind and sun of Toronto. Her hair was let down, and even after 4 continuous hours of driving and sitting in one place, it still managed to look beautiful. Her hair reached until her lower back, and it was impressive how she managed to keep it healthy.

She walked into the coffeehouse, people giving her a weird look, it didn’t go unnoticed. Everyone was well dressed, girls in casual cocktail dresses, and guys in dress pants and shirts. “She didn’t belong” was the look she got from different girls about the same age as her, or older, she didn’t care. 

She belonged in this world more than anyone with her father being one of the best Cardiologist in Canada, coming to places like this was common. Sure she was a bit undressed, well more than a bit, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand every single person here, like the back of her hand.

She had grown up going to charity balls and fancy restaurants. She could judge people in places like these really quick, it was simple, their etiquettes and the look in their eyes gave it away. Alisha grew up quiet, she was known as shy, but she was just too busy understanding each and every person. 

She ignored the looks given from the 20 year old’s in tight cocktail dresses, and headed to sit at a 2 person table. A waiter approached her as she got comfortable in her seat, she skimmed through the menu and ordered tea with some strawberry shortcake. The waiter placed a reserved card on the table, and left. 

Alisha headed to the bathroom, freshening up. She reapplied her pink-tinted lipgloss and fixed her hair, re-parting it. She walked out of the bathroom, and she started getting that look again, from a different set of people this time. She didn’t know if it was either because she wasn’t white, or because she wasn’t dressed properly. 

She went back to her table taking a seat. 

Incoming. Daddy<3.

She picked up the call, her father’s voice flooding through the phone speaker.

“Hey baby! Did you reach yet?”

“Hi daddy! Um- no, I stopped downtown to grab coffee, but I’m in Toronto, prolly another hour and a half until I reach home,” 

“Oh okay, well Samir texted me saying he’s gonna be home in ‘bout 30 minutes. I think Jack is with him too,”

“Oh okay, I’ll talk to Samir myself, are you still at work?” 

“Oh yea, a heart arrived for a patient, it wasn’t supposed to come in until tomorrow, but the patient is really ill and his SATS are really low so I have to do the transplant right now. It’s probably gonna be another 6 hours or something.”

“Aw, shit. Well okay I’ll head home and then see you later, take care and don’t forget to eat an energy bar before you go inside the OR, and stay hydrated, please!” Alisha said, making sure her father took care of himself.

“Okay Jaan, take care of yourself, and drive safely, the traffic is really bad at this hour,” her father chuckled, making sure she took care of herself as well.

“Love you, bye.”

“Bye.”

Alisha put away her phone, and shortly after, her tea and cake arrived. She took in her presence and was deep in thought, noticing every tiny detail around her. She quickly started to judge people, well not judge, but understand them. She looked over to the perky mid 20 year old girls, their dresses to fit for their body, how do the breath? She questioned. 

Rich fathers, probably lawyers or businessmen or something. Those girls were too full of themselves, they were caucaisan, tall, skinny legs, blonde, rich dads, why wouldn’t they be full of themselves. She thought.

She moved her gaze to another set of girls, boobs practically falling out of their dresses, dress a little too short, if you squint hard enough you could probably see what was underneath the dress. They were here to find a rich boyfriend, she thought.

She moved her gaze to a couple that looked like they were on their first date. The girl looked very uncomfortable, fake laughing at his probably really lame joke. God, save that girl, Alisha prayed silently.

Her cake halfway eaten, Alisha’s gaze now moved to the bar, there were barely any people there, but there was a man drinking away at 6pm, something sad probably happened, another guy sat a couple seats away from him, eyeing the perky girls dangerously, what a perv! She thought.

She finished her slice of cake, and started to sip her now warm tea, 2 men and a girl walked through the door taking a seat close to Alisha, she was far enough to not be able to hear their conversation, but close enough to get a clear view of both men. 

The taller guy and the redheaded guy sat together, where they had a clear view of Alisha as well, while the girl sat opposite to the taller guy. The taller guy, with the brown curls falling on his forehead, looked familiar to Alisha, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Samir: Where are you? Bro you were suppose to be home like 5 minutes ago.

Alisha: I’m downtown, drinking tea :)

Samir: Informing me wouldve been nice

Alisha: I’ll be home in an hour, chill.

Samir: k, tc.

Samir: Yo, Jack is over aswell

Samir: Anyways letting you know. K bye.

Alisha: okay! Tell him to not bring girls over, bye.

Samir: lol, bye <3

Alisha put her phone away for the second time, looking up to see the redhead staring at her. She looked back at him, she was bold, something a lot of people admire about her. He smiled at her, and Alisha rolled her eyes, going back to her tea. 

A song faintly started playing, Alisha had heard it on the radio a couple of times, apparently it was the song of the summer. It was awfully sad for the summer, she thought, but she could care less about pop music. That song was also sung by her best friend's older brother, but she still couldn’t care less.

The redhead started freaking out, and now Alisha could hear him, “Shawn, dude, that's your song!” He exclaimed.

Oh, now I know why he seemed so familiar. He was Shawn Mendes, the famous guy from Pickering, he was also Aaliyah’s brother. She thought.

Shawn told the redhead to quiet down, but it was too late, one of the perky girl already exclaimed that Shawn Mendes was here. Alisha quickly finished her tea, calling over a waiter so she could pay.

About 5 girls surrounded Shawn, asking for pictures. Alisha rolled her eyes, not knowing what was so special about Shawn Mendes, he was a white boy who got famous over Vine. Typical.

The waiter brought back Alisha’s credit card with a receipt, and Alisha got up ready to leave. As Alisha grabbed her phone from the table, she quickly glanced at Shawn’s table again, Shawn looked back at her, locking eyes with Alisha for the first time since she was 10 and he was 14. 

Alisha quickly moved her gaze elsewhere, and headed out the door.

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Alisha walked through the front door of her father’s house, excited to finally be home. As she entered she saw a pair of Nike Air’s carelessly thrown on the ground. She picked them up and placed both the shoes together, shaking her head while doing so.

She dragged her tiny suitcase further, placing it beside the staircase. She headed upstairs, in hopes to find her brother. She reached the top of the staircase heading inside her brother’s childhood bedroom.

“Ew, what the hell is wrong with you!” She exclaimed as she saw Jack, her brother’s best friend, taking pictures in front of the mirror only in a pair of fitted boxers. Samir, her 26 year old brother, chuckled at her.

“I know you like what you see, babe,” Jack tried talking seductively. 

“Watch yourself,” Samir said sternly, making sure Jack was well aware of his limits.

Alisha plopped herself on her brother’s bed, Samir shifted over to the other side of the double bed so Alisha had some space.

“How was the ride?” Samir questioned.

“Tiring,” she replied mindlessly, her eyes shut due to exhaustion.

“I told you I could come pick you up,” her brother spoke in an elderly tone.

“Well I made it,” she shifted her head, looking over at him while raising her eyebrow.

“I’ll drop you off, the drive is really long,” he replied back in a protective tone.

“We’ll see,”

Alisha shut her eyes again, and she almost found herself deep into her peaceful slumber, but Jack pushed her closer to Samir, and then plopped beside her.

Alisha moaned in distress, “It’s too small,”

“That’s what she said,” Jack commented.

“Shut up!” She replied back slapping his chest.

“Bro, has anyone realized Alisha finally looks like a woman and not a 10 year old kid. Did you get surgery or something,” Jack remarked.

“Shut Up, I don’t need ass and breast implants,” she said defensively, Samir only chuckling at her comment.

“Really?!” he said sarcastically, “The past fucking 5 years of my life were filled with my boobies are too small or why don’t I have an ass!” he said in a 6 year old girl tone.

“Shut up, we don’t talk about that!” Alisha became defensive again.

Jack had been Samir’s friend since they were 8. They both went through alot in life together, and they both were always there for eachother. Even though Jack had become a frat boy and endlessly fucked girls, Samir was still there being his rock. Both Samir and Jack were totally different people from when they were 16 or even 8, but they still stuck around, supporting each other.

Their friendship was similar to Alisha and Aaliyah’s. Both Alisha and Aaliyah had known each other since they were 5, both comfortable with each other since kindergarten. Alisha knew everything about Aaliyah, like how Aaliyah knew everything about Alisha. 

Alisha stayed up talking to Aaliyah whenever Shawn left for tour, trying to help her find some peace. Alisha knew what it felt like being away from your older brother. She would be there for her, and if sometimes it meant being on call the whole night, then so be it. 

Aaliyah was always there for her as well, supporting her no matter what, sometimes even through bad decisions. It was impossible to separate the both of them, and if both of them ever got in a fight, they found a way to make up.

Alisha’s phone started ringing, she got up and took her phone out of her butt pocket. 

 Incoming, Aaliyah Mendes, her phone read. She answered the call.

“HEY! Did you reach yet?!” Aaliyah exclaimed excitedly through the phone.

“Calm down! Ya, I’m with Samir right now,” she replied back.

“K, stay the night over at my house,”

“What no, it’s gonna be weird.”

“Why? you’ve stayed over so many times,” Aaliyah question, confused.

“Not when Shawn was over as well,” Alisha said in an obvious tone.

“Oh, he said that he was gonna spend the night over at his place, with his friends or something. The point is, he’s not there, come over!” Aaliyah explained.

“Okay, I’ll be over in an hour, I'm gonna take a shower and do whatever, but I'll see you then.”

“Okay, I’m with Jordan right now, I’ll probably be there when you get there. Also mum and dad aren’t here for tonight so we can have fun. Eeee,” Aaliyaah squealed.

“Haha, K seen you then,” Alisha ended the call chuckling, heading to take a shower.

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Alisha ran towards Samir G Wagon in a hurry because of his constant honking. She opened the door sliding her backpack into the jeep, her following behind. She buckled herself, and fixed her hair, which was all over the place due to the running.

“What took you so long?!” Samir exclaimed.

“Let me be, my hair is still wet!” Alisha replied annoyed.

“You know if you chop of your hair it’s gonna be easier to dry,” Jack comments.

“Literally no one asked for your opinion Jack, also I’ve been growing this hair out since I was 13. I’m not gonna chop it off cus’ some white guy told me too,” Alisha snarks back.

“You’re white too,” Jack remarks.

“‘M not.”

“Yes you are. You try so fucking hard to be different than me but your just plain white,” Jack replied.

“I am not fucking white!” “Your mother was, so how are you not white? You literally sound like a fucking dumbass,” 

“I don’t have a mother, never had one,” Alisha said.

“Both of you shut up! You guys act like 5 year olds!” Samir stopped both of them knowing this conversation was taking a bad turn.

Soon Samir pulled up in front of Mendes' household. Alisha texted a quick “I’m here” to Aaliyah. 

“When did they get a G wagon?” Samir questioned.

“I don’t know, probably ‘Liyah’s friend of something,” Alisha replied mindlessly.

“Oh- anyways, Jack and I are gonna crash at our place after a party tonight, and i’m pretty sure dad is gonna be in surgery all night so no one’s gonna be home. So stay the night here and don’t fuck things up,” Samir told Alisha.

“I’m not gonna do anything,” Alisha pecked Samir’s cheek, about to get out of the car.

“Hey! I want a kiss too!” Jack exclaimed.

Alisha playfully rolled her eyes at him and pecked him aswell, “Take care, and stay away from girls like good muslim boys,” Alisha commented jokingly.

“Says you! Plus I’m not even muslim,” Jack replied.

Alisha and Samir both chuckled at Jack’s comment, Alisha bid a quick goodbye and got out of her brother’s car.

Alisha headed up the front steps, knocking on the door hoping to be met by Aaliyah. She stood at the front porch for a good twenty seconds, Samir already drove away. Alisha started to get annoyed now, furiously texting Aaliyaah, before she could even comprehend, the door flung open. Alisha headed inside without even looking up, but before she could enter she hit her face into something that felt like a brick wall.

Alisha slowly lifted her head, looking up to see a bare chest that looked like it belonged to a man. Alisha soon saw the face of the person who the chest belonged to. The infamous Shawn Mendes. 

“Excuse me? Who are you? And what are you doing here?” Shawn questioned, he had grown since the last time Alisha saw him properly, his voice wasn’t high pitched like a squirrel now either.

“Um- what the fu-” Alisha was deeply confused, he wasn’t supposed to here.

“Ah! Did you stalk me to my house from the coffee shop? What do you want? a picture?” Shawn asked a little rudely.

“Oh fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are!”

“Excuse me, you’re at my house.” 

“For your information Mr. I’m too good for everyone, I’m Alisha Ahmed, Aaliyah’s best friend!” She replied angrily.

“Oh,” Shawn was taken aback, “You’ve grown, alot,” Shawn reluctantly said.

Alisha gave him her best petty smile, rolling her eyes after, “Is Aaliyah here?”

“Oh um, No. She’s out with a friend,” Shawn said heading to the kitchen.

“Ugh!” Alisha sat onto the couch, “Weren’t you supposed to not be here today?” she said distastefully.

“Um, excuse me?” 

“Whatever,” Alisha rolled her eyes. “Can you put on a shirt?” Alisha said after awhile.

“Oh!” realisation hit Shawn, “Yea, I’m gonna do that,” and with that Shawn headed upstairs.

Alisha dialed Aaliyah, already pissed at her, because she was stuck with the one person she never really liked after he became famous. She thought that he had changed since the day he signed himself to a record label. She thought he tried too hard to be perfect, and with years of doing that he lost himself a little. Alisha never told anyone that, simply because her opinion didn’t matter, but also because she never really knew Shawn properly.

“Hey! Where the fuck are you?!” Alisha exclaimed through the phone speaker.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! We ended up going to get some food, omg I’m so sorry,” Aaliyah said guilty.

“Keep your fucking sorries to yourself!”

“Calm down, ‘Lisha, I’m gonna be back in an hour or 2,” 

“Don’t fucking bother anymore!” Alisha uttered, clearly pissed.

She cut the call before she could hear more from her best friend. Alisha didn’t like when people cancelled on her, or made her wait. And Aaliyah knew that very well, so that just pissed Alisha even more. 

Alisha made herself comfortable on the couch scrolling through her phone, Shawn never came back downstairs, probably to give Alisha some privacy. Alisha wanted to go home because she didn’t feel comfortable, but who would drop her off? And even though she would never say it out loud, she was scared of staying the night alone in her father’s large house. At least Shawn was here, and she felt a little safe having another person here with her.

Shawn came back downstairs after about 30 minutes later, helping himself with some food. “Hey, um I have pizza here if you want some,” Shawn spoke.

Alisha was hungry and a little bit of food wouldn't hurt anyone right? She got up, fixing her tank top and heading towards the kitchen. Shawn grabbed 2 slices for her, warming them up in the microwave. After a minute or so, Shawn grabbed the plate and placed it in front of her.

“Thank you,” Alisha mumbled.

“No problem,” Shawn smiled. He was wearing a white tank top with pajama pants, his curls messier than ever.

“Um, if you want I can drop you off at your home? Cus’ it’s been an hour or something since you’ve been here. You must be bored,” Shawn said taking a seat, a couple of seats away from her.

“Oh, No one’s home, so…” Alisha’s voice drifted at the end.

“Oh okay, Well um- Isn’t your brother here? I heard he was,” Shawn replied.

“Yea he is, but there was some on campus party so him and Jack went there, and they are probably gonna crash at their crib,” Alisha replied, taking a bite of her pizza after she finished.

“Jack? The same Jack from highschool?” Shawn asked, a little shocked.

“Oh um- Yea, Same old Jack,” Alisha smiled.

“Your dad let your brother be friends with Jack?” Shawn questioned.

“Well I mean- well they went through shit, both of them got messed up, but they got their life together so my dad doesn’t really care,” Alisha replied.

“So your brother goes to Med school at UFT, I know that, but what is Jack doing?” Shawn asked trying to keep a conversation.

“He’s in med school too,” Alisha replied, as if it was the most obvious answer.

“What?! Wow! That’s crazy!” Shawn said completely shocked.

“I know! Who would’ve thought 10 years ago that both of them would even graduate with the amount of suspensions both of them had. But now both of them are graduating in March, and my dad has already promised both of them a job at his hospital!” Alisha replied excitedly, proud of how far both of them had come.

“Good for them,” Shawn replied.

After that it got awkwardly silent again, Shawn got up and helped himself with another slice of pizza, putting one in Alisha’s plate too. Shawn warmed up the food giving Alisha her plate, and then sitting back on his seat.

“So what about you?” Shawn questioned, trying to keep a conversation.

“What about me?” Alisha chuckled.

“Well what uni do you go to? Or did you take a gap year like ‘Liyah?” Shawn questioned.

“Oh, well i’m in Westren doing BSC right now,”

“Science? Like your father? And brother?”

“Yea, I always liked Science,”

“Hmm, how’s London?” Shawn further questioned.

“Well crazy, I mean like at first it was kind of hard to settle cus’ I knew no one, and like dad and Samir weren’t there, but now I like it. Like I have my little friend group, who knows me and doesn’t judge me or I don’t know treat me like I have a super rich dad,” Alisha spoke, Shawn listened carefully, intrigued by the way she talked.

“Well I’m glad you found some good friends,”

“Are you though? You barely know me, so like you don’t care about me,” Alisha commented without thinking, instantly regretting what she said.

“Um-”

“I’m just kidding!” She exclaimed, hoping to make this less awkward.

Shawn chuckled, “So are you gonna become a surgeon like your dad and brother or are you interested in something else?”

“No, I wanna be a cardiologist like my dad, like it’s so cool just to hold a heart in your hand you know? Like because of you the person would be able to breath and live basically. I don’t know but like- just- like- like I don’t know but to hold a heart in my hand just fascinates me so much, but at the same time it just makes me more thankful,” Alisha rambled, Shawn loved how she spoke so passionately about her future, already knowing what she wanted to do in life.

“Well I know your gonna be as successful as your father, if not more,” Shawn smiled.

Alisha smiled, and then it got quiet again, not for long though.

“You know, I kinda never liked you, but now I’m starting to, I guess,” Alisha commented.

“Well I kinda got that idea when I was the only one you’d shoot with Nerf guns,” Shawn chuckled.

“What?! I only did that cus’- okay yea whatever.”

“Well I’m glad, Thank you for the honour Ms. Ahmed,” Shawn got up from his seat and bowed down. Alisha’s laughter filling the air, Shawn smiling because he loved when people smiled because of him.

Shawn grabbed the plated placing them in the dishwasher. “Oh by the way, a couple of my friends are coming over in about ten, so if you wanna go upstairs in Aaliyah’s room or something you can, or you can stay down here, your choice, but most of them are guys and older than you so I don’t think you’d be comfortable, but it's your choice,” Shawn rambled.

“Um yea, I’ll be upstairs in ‘Liyah’s room,” Alisha said grabbing her backpack and heading up the stairs, she stopped mid way though, “thanks for the food,” she smiled at Shawn.

“Oh no problem,” Shawn chuckled.

Alisha made herself comfortable in Aaliyah’s bed. She laid there watching a movie on Aaliyah’s macbook. She flipped through instagram stories and twitter. Soon she started talking to her friend from London, he was from Toronto, which was close to Alisha’s hometown,  But he wasn’t going to come back until Monday, due to some party he was attending. He invited her to it, but she kindly rejected, longing to go home. 

Before she knew it 2 hours had already passed, Alisha bid Lucas, her friend, goodbye. Her phone soon showed the low battery sign. Alisha looked for a charger everywhere, knowing she had it with her before, but realisation hit her, it was downstairs.

Alisha thought about letting her phone die, dreading to go downstairs, but soon she decided against it and headed downstairs, still in her jeans and tank top. She heard guys laughing, some girls too, but not many.

As she reached the living room, Shawn noticed her presence, “Um, sorry I just wanted to get my charger,” Alisha said to him, but before Shawn could talk another guy spoke.

“Oh my man! You brought that girl home! I told you she was hot!” That guy whistled at the end. Alisha turned her head to see who was speaking. A red head came into her view, the same guy from the cafe who smiled at her.

“Um excuse me?” Alisha questioned, totally taken aback.

“Bria-” Shawn was cut off.

“Oh I saw you at the cafe, you looked really hot and Shawn brought you home, so just congratulating him on his win, Mans is finally gonna get some,” that guy spoke, the room dead silent. 

“What are y-” Alisha was interrupted by a blonde girl.

“Bri, boo you find her hot, what are you looking through, the trash can or something,” the girl snarked, her voice so screechy, it made Alisha cringe. 

She hoped Shawn would stop the clownery, but he didn’t.

“Nah, like a one night stand thing, like look at her body, I’d want her to be on top of me,” that guy spoke again. Alisha had never felt more disgusted and uncomfortable. The redhead got up and stepped closer to her.

Never in a million years did Alisha think she’d be this disgusted by the human kind. The way he was commenting on her body, as if it was a doll, if it were fake or something. She kept begging God for Shawn to speak up, but he never did, he only told the guy to sit back down. 

“Your really pretty, let me know if I can hit you up,” he spoke again, and that was the last string for Alisha, she wasn’t known for taking people’s shit, and she wasn’t going to right now, either.

She slapped the red head across the face, everyone gasped, definitely taken aback by her certain rage. The guy was definitely taken aback, his hand holding his cheek, the effect causing him to step back. 

“They only thing you’d every fuck is a fucking toy! You fucking idiot. You know really just please kill yourself, it’s better for the world!” Alisha ragged, “Don’t you ever fucking talk to me or any other girl like this ever,” She stepped closer to him grabbing his jaw hardly and then pushing him away. “Fucking pervert,” and with that Alisha grabbed her charger and started walking back to Aaliyah’s room.

Shawn was definitely taken aback by this, he never thought a girl as sweet as her could be this rough too, and with the redness of Brian’s cheek it definitely looked like she slapped him hard. 

Before Alisha went up the staircase she spoke up, looking Shawn dead in the eye, “You know, I thought you weren’t so horrible afterall and boy was I wrong, your a fucking pussy, can’t even tell your friend to shut up. I have never in my life disliked a person more than I dislike you right now!” Alisha exclaimed harshly.

She headed upstairs throwing the charger on the floor, suddenly not caring about it anymore. She got into the bed, wrapping herself inside Aaliyah’s blanket, quietly sobbing until sleep overtook her.

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Alisha woke up to someone next to her in bed, she moved her head to get a better view, Aaliyah. She got out of bed, still in her jeans. She went into the bathroom brushing her teeth washing her face, her eyes puffy from last night. She got out of the bathroom, grabbing her phone. She tried turning it on, but it was dead. She grabbed her charger which was now placed on Aaliyah’s study table. She put her phone on charge hoping her phone would turn on sooner.

While her phone charged, Alisha grabbed her stuff and stuffing it in her bag. Soon her phone turned on, and she quickly called the one person she could trust right now. 

“Hey, where are you?”

“We just came back to your dad’s house, why?”

“Where’s Sam?”

“He’s went back to sleep, he got shit faced last night.”

“Jack… can you please come pick me up,” Alisha spoke quietly, a gentle sob let her mouth.

“You okay?”

“Please. just hurry up,” she whispered.

“Yea I’m getting in the car right now, I’ll be there in 5.” Alisha ended the call, wiping away the few droplets of tears that fell on her cheek. She grabbed her bag and then headed downstairs. She heard Karen talking, Shawn replying back to her. 

As Alisha reached the bottom of the stairs, Karen greeted her, “Hey ‘Lisha come here. I haven’t seen you in so long!”

Alisha put her bag down, heading over to Karen and hugging her. “Come have breakfast with us,” Karen pulled away.

“Oh um- no it’s okay, thank you, though!”

“Shawn I don’t know if you met her when she came over yesterday, but this is Alisha, she’s all grown, just look at her,” Karen spoke. Shawn looked over, slightly smiling, testing the waters. Alisha didn’t smile back though, instead she turned her face away from him.

“Karen, how is Aunt Becky’s daughter?” She asked, changing the topic.

“Oh she is doing much better, I think your brother talked to her or something. That’s was Becky told me,” Karen replied.

“Wait he did?!” 

“You know he has come really far, I’m so proud of him.”

“Trust me I’m more proud.”

Karen smiled at Alisha’s comment. Aaliyah walked down the stairs saying good morning to everyone. Alisha ignored it, and went on her phone.

“ ‘Lisha, Morning?” Aaliyah questioned. 

Alisha still ignored her, Aaliyah looked at her mother worriedly. This time Shawn tried starting a conversation. 

“Hey Alisha, want this pancake? I made it myself,” Shawn spoke sweetly. 

“Well then you can gladly shove it up your ass,” Alisha replied twice as sweetly. She got up, grabbing her bag. “Karen, I’ll visit you later, cus’ I actually have so much to tell you and I missed you a little too much. Also I’ll want your cookies so…” She continued. She quickly hugged her, “I should get going cus’ Jack is waiting for me, Bye.”

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Aaliyah spoke.

“I can walk by myself,” Alisha replied, Aaliyah taken aback.

“K, then I will,” Shawn spoke as he got up from his seat.

“Just please, I don’t need favours from you, especially,” and with that Alisha walked out the door. 

Karen was confused as ever, not knowing what happened. “Guys what did you do, she literally the sweetest person you can meet?” she questioned.

“I came home late, she was waiting for me, she’s probably pissed at me cus’ of that,” Aaliyah spoke. 

Shawn got up and walked up to the window with Aaliyah following behind him. As he reached the window, he got a view of Alisha hugging Jack, and sobbing. Jack was holding her tight, not letting her go, but his face was full of rage. 

“Shawn what’d you do? I know her, she wouldn’t cry cus’ I stood her up,” Aaliyah spoke.

“Nothing,” he spoke.

“Don’t lie!” Aaliyah yelled at her older brother.

“Brian cat called her last night, he said how he’d like her on top of him, and she slapped him and then she went upstairs,” Shawn spoke quietly.

“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!” Aaliyah spoke angrily.

“ ‘Liyah, I-”

“Do you even know the kinds of people her brother and Jack know! If they want they can kill Brian or make sure he at least ends up in a hospital!” She spoke worriedly.

“She said they didn’t do that shit anymore?” Shawn questioned.

“And that doesn’t change the fact they still talk to those people! Shawn Samir and Jack basically grew up with those hood gangsters. And I know for a fact that those people would do anything to keep Alisha safe!” Aaliyah said, “There was a fucking guy in grade 11 who wouldn’t stop bothering her and she literally fucking told her brother and before anyone knew that guy was in the frickin’ hospital,” She continued.

“Well, What am I supposed to do about that?”

“Well you better hope she doesn’t tell anyone!” Aaliyah exclaimed.

“Do you think-” “Yes Shawn, she was fucking crying! Alisha never cries!”

“You guys better apologize to her,” Karen spoke.

Shawn sat back in his seat, deep in thought. He thought about yesterday’s events. He didn’t want to be, but he was intrigued by her. He always saw Alisha as his baby sister’s best friend, but there was so much to her. Shawn didn’t want to admit it, because it was wrong, but her powerful personality attracted him. And as hard as he tried pushing her out of his mind, she just came back invading his thoughts stronger each time.

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[exorciseyourspirit]

0 to 100||Blanche and Rebecca

One (1) adult has entered the chat.

A zero? She stared at the notification on her phone in disbelief. Moose looked at her curiously, before shoving his nose into her leg when she let out an anguished yell. TurnItIn had given her a 0% plagiarized so she knew it wasn’t that. And there wasn’t even so much as a comment on it. What the hell?! Blanche had never so much as gotten lower than a 95 on something since middle school. In a rage, Blanche stomped Moose back to the house, let him back in, and then got into her car, and sped to the school. Soon, but not soon enough, she was outside Rebecca Rothbard’s office, seething in anger. She knocked, sharply on the door, ready to burst in there. She had 100 reasons why she shouldn’t have gotten below a 98 on that paper, and truly, she deserved a 100%. And especially after that stupid conversation they had earlier in the day - Blanche was seething. She was really just going to have to make someone let her withdraw and she could take the course under someone else that wasn’t… that.

Rebecca had settled into her office with a frown and a furrow of her brow. Grading the beginning essays-- “Anthropology At A Glance: What Is It and What Does It Mean”-- was easy. Most kids said all the same things. But Blanche Harlow’s stuck out. And so did her face, in Rebecca’s mind. There was definitely a ghost following her, and there was just something about the girl that Rebecca couldn’t get out of her mind. She was her, thirty years ago. Perhaps a bit more anxiety and nihilism, but she could see it clearly. She could see the water rising behind her eyes, threatening to drown her at any moment. The desperation to prove herself worthy of something or someone or sometime. Rebecca, after all, studied people. Maybe not specific behaviors, but people all the same. So she knew with clarity that Blanche would come directly to her office when she typed in the 0 and sent it. Not even an hour later the knock came. “It’s open!” she called, sitting back in her chair and simply waiting. Hoping her own ghost would not stir in the presence of another.

She was absolutely steamed. Blanche normally, with one other exception, didn't burst into professors offices. She practically threw open the door and threw herself into the office, staring accusingly at Rebecca. There was something bad happening. Blanche tensed the second she got near her, but didn't automatically register the familiar tingle as what it was - mostly because she was really pissed off and the earlier panic attack Rebecca’s messages had given her hadn’t totally gone away. Still, Blanche stared at Rebecca a moment, before she reached out and dropped a paper copy of her essay on Rebecca’s desk. “A zero?” Blanche asked, clearly offended, “What did I do wrong? Did Jeremy say I cheated again? I didn't! My TunItIn score was perfect!” Her freaking essay was perfect, just like the rest of her school work. “What happened? What did I do?” 

Rebecca leaned forward when Blanche came storming in, tilting her head curiously. She let Blanche throw the paper onto her desk, wondering why she’d bothered to print it out, as if she wanted Rebecca to read it there and now. Let her wear herself out with the yelling, but then the questions came first and Rebecca sighed. “Sorry,” was all she said, reaching over to grab the paper on her desk. “I must’ve mis-marked this one. Your name is right next to Eric Haughling and his essay was abysmal. But don’t tell him I told you that,” she said, taking a pen and writing ‘100’ in red pen and putting a little smiley face next to it. “Better?”

“Mis-marked…” Blanche said, in almost disbelief. She could have exploded, especially at being mistaken for the red-haired kid that was either late, high, or both. Blanche watched with suspicion as Rebecca took her essay, didn’t even read it, before putting a 100 on it with a smiley face. A smiley face. Blanche had never been so offended by a smiley before. Like it was mocking her. Especially since it did make her feel better too, maybe it would make her feel extra better once it was changed in the computer. Blanche looked down at her paper, before looking up at Rebecca, scowling at her. She suddenly realized what had just happened. “You did that on purpose,” Blanche accused, loudly. “You knew I would come down here and dispute that and - and - and -” oh, now she she was embarrassed and angry. Her face turned a bright shade of red as she tried to verbalize exactly how she was feeling. “And what the hell?!”

Rebecca let out a long breath. “You figured it out a little faster than I thought you would,” she said, tapping her pen on the desk. She looked up at Blanche with a calming, yet serious glance. “I did. Because you wouldn’t talk to me otherwise, and I think we really need to talk.” She wasn’t sure how to say this, but the tug she felt to do something, to say something to this struggling young girl was too great inside of her. “Please sit down. I’ll make you a deal. If you sit here and listen to me-- truly listen to me-- I will let you yell at me for as long as you want after. But I’m not here to yell at you or lecture you or make run around comments about why you don’t want to talk about your mediumship. I just want to help, Blanche. Because I was you at one point,” she explained, a little more wearily than she’d hoped, “and I really think you need help.”

“I’m pretty quick at figuring things out.” Blanche seethed, staring at her. She was enraged that she had been fooled, and so simply, too. Blanche considered storming straight out of Rebecca’s office, but the fear of her doing this to her again was great. If she did it once, she might do it again. Instead, Blanche closed the door to her office and rounded in Rebecca. “You were me?” Blanche said, in disbelief. “Just because you see ghosts?! Or whatever level of mediumship you’re on. You don’t know me! All you know is that I fucked up in high school, and that’s it! Maybe I’m doing just fine!” As much as Blanche wanted to lay into Rebecca, the truth curse was inhibiting her ability to proclaim that she was doing just fine and didn't need anybody's help, ever. Using maybe though, that helped force the words out of her mouth. “Maybe I don’t need help!” Cassie had helped her before, and in return she almost got Cassie killed by a demon. Blanche was deflating and fast, and Rebecca’s office was feeling a little claustrophobic. The only reason she sank into Rebecca’s chair was because her knees had started to shake. “Maybe I’m fine on my own!” As it should be.

“Maybe you are,” Rebecca finally said, after Blanche had started to deflate, “and maybe I don’t truly know you, but I’ve been around awhile, and I know the signs.” She sighed quietly. “Did they give you an ultimatum, too? Tell you it was their way or nothing?” She couldn’t imagine strict parents-- or grandparents, in her case-- letting something like that happen and not taking adverse action. “Blanche, I’m not even talking about the mediumship. I don’t have true mediumship like you. I’m talking about who you are as a person. Strong, determined, full of pride,” her voice grew quiet, “full of fear and anguish. Not only for what you are, but for those you might’ve failed.” She wasn’t listing things she knew about Blanche, but rather, things she knew about herself, and watching them reflect in the young girl’s eyes. “Maybe you are getting by on your own. But you’re not fine. This--” she motioned to her, the essay, the office, “--this isn’t fine.” A beat. “Is it?”

Words caught in Blanche’s throat as Rebecca seemed to know her. Confusion, anger, and pain flashed in her expression as she cringed away from her quiet voice and her hard words. She didn’t want to listen to this. She couldn’t listen to this. Blanche came here to defend her paper, she didn’t come here to confront her demons with this exorcist sitting there reading her like a book. Mocking her. Blanche couldn’t breathe, inky black spots appearing in her eyes as she tried to focus. Those you might have failed. Images of her friends - of Regan and Remmy and Nell and Winn and her parents and her brother. The invasive and toxic thoughts that wouldn’t shut up. “Stop it - stop it - stop it! I don’t want to talk about this! How do you know - why do you know? It’s not FINE. I mean - I meant it is! I can’t - I can’t lie right now - I can’t -” Blanche’s voice cracked and she doubled over, hugging herself as she forced herself to breathe and remember Al’s advice on what to do. She couldn’t just lock herself in her closet whenever she had one. That wasn’t an option here. Forcing control, Blanche grit her teeth, her nails digging into her arms. “What do you want?” Blanche said, slowly, looking up at her. “I’m trying. None of this - none of this matters. None of it. Everyone who helps me ends up getting hurt and I’ve managed just fine on my own. People are getting hurt and I’m just trying to figure it out, alright? I’m living. I live in a house now, and not my car or my old shit apartment, and I have friends and I’m tryin - I don’t know what you want from me. What do you want?”

Rebecca’s heart broke at the sight. The steely facade was suddenly crumbling, but she couldn’t let Blanche know that. The monster inside of her tugged at her. How badly did she want to help this poor, suffering girl? Enough to risk hurting her again? After all the pain she’d been through. The pain inside of her was too much of a pull. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t just let Blanche alone. Clearly whoever was trying to help her in her life wasn’t providing what she needed. Not that Rebecca could blame any of them, people all had their own stuff going on. But Blanche needed a guiding hand. She could so clearly see that. Rebecca stood up from her desk and grabbed a small, black remote looking object. She clicked it on and watched the lights glow brighter, before fading, before glowing again. Held it out to Blanche, coming to kneel next to her. “Here,” she said quietly, “it’s a breathing monitor. Breath in as the light gets brighter, and out when it goes dim. It will help.” It had always helped her. “I don’t want anything from you, Blanche. I’m hard wired to want to help people I see struggling, why do you think I became a professor?” A gentle smile. “You are trying, and it shows, it really does. And I’m sure you’re doing the best you can. But just surviving, just getting by-- that’s not truly living, is it?” She sat back. “This isn’t how you want to live the rest of your life, is it?”

Blanche let go of herself, hands shaking as she reached out, clutching the small black remote tightly and looking at it curiously. An anxiety tool, she stared at it curiously. A load of shit - those won’t her words, they were her fathers. For people that couldn’t handle the real world. How a doctor could be so against mental health, Blanche never understood. Still, she stared at it quietly for a moment, syncing her breathing up with it as best she could, before looking up at Rebecca as she spoke. She thought about everyone that tried to help her, especially over the last few months. All she had done was make things worse, or make bad decisions that hurt people. Cassie, Morgan, Remmy, Regan, and even Kaden and Alain has been hurt because of her. She stared at Rebecca, eyes swimming with tears and hesitation. “I don’t know how else I’m supposed to live,” Blanche said, quietly. “I only just figured what to study, I’m just trying to make sure no one else dies.” Blanche used the back of her hand to wipe her face as she looked at Rebecca. So kind, so calm, even with a child on the verge of a mental breakdown in her office. “How do I know if anything I'm doing is right?”

Rebecca was glad to see Blanche use the tool. She had been worried, for a minute, that it would just make her more angry. It was hard to know how someone would react to their anxiety being presented. “Blanche, you’re only what? Twenty? Twenty-one? You don’t have to have that figured out right now. I didn���t actually go to university until I was 26. You still have so much life ahead of you, it’s not your responsibility, right now, to make sure no one dies. Keeping the people you care about safe is important, but you’re important, too.” She sighed, standing stiffly-- she was getting up in age, after all-- and leaning against her desk with a soft expression. “I’m afraid you don’t,” she said honestly. “You can’t truly know until it’s done, but what you can know, is that you did what you thought was right. Sometimes it doesn’t all turn out good in the end, but you must keep the thought that you did your best in your head. Because it’s all any of us can do. And none of us can do that alone.”

Blanche leaned her elbows on her legs, looking up at Rebecca as she spoke. It was somehow both comforting and angering hearing Rebecca’s perspective. Twenty-six was a long time to wait to go to university. Her father would have had a heart attack. Not that it mattered. None of this mattered. Blanche let out a low groan, putting her head in her hands. Being forced to confront this head one was giving her a migraine. All her insecurities were out on the table in front of this woman - the professor - that she barely knew, and yet somehow felt a connection with. No bullshit, no asking questions, and she couldn’t lie or dodge any of her omissions, Rebecca was too smart. Finally, after a moment, Blanche looked up at her, emotionally exhausted. “I’m an adult now,” Blanche said stiffly, “My actions have consequences. I almost -  there are people that could have died because I made the wrong choice. Because I didn’t just shut up and deal with it. That is my responsibility,” Blanche’s expression melted slightly, maybe because tears finally spilled over. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, disgusted with herself. She wanted to go home - not to the house that she shared with Nora and Remmy. But to her parents home, where she could pretend that she was perfect again. Where perfection meant that she was wanted and loved and where her brother didn’t hate her. Her hand clutching the device, she held it out to her. “Can I go?” Blanche asked, quietly. “I have a lot going on right now. Storming down here because I got a bad grade wasn’t on the agenda for today.”

Rebecca could see the grief written on Blanche’s face. “No,” was all she said, “it’s not your fault. Asking for help isn’t your fault.” She stood up fully, watching as Blanche held the monitor back out to her. She put her hand over Blanche’s and pushed it back towards her. “Keep it.” She went back around her desk and picked up the essay, setting it down in her “To Do” box. There was only so much she could do right now, and pushing the subject was only going to make it worse. Blanche needed a hard, guiding hand, but driving her away too early would only make things worse. “You can go. If you ever need anything, my door is always open.” She sat back down in her chair and looked at Blanche firmly. “And I mean anything. You don’t have to hesitate to ask me for help.” Before softening her gaze again. “I’ll change your essay tonight. It was the best in the class, after all.”

Blanche stared at the device in her hand for a long moment, not looking up at Rebecca as she spoke. A sense of sadness that she didn’t like was building in her stomach. She didn’t like that. Not at all. Blanche was usually a master at avoiding her emotions. A self defense mechanism of getting angry always helped - anger overrided most emotions. Fear, anxiety, sadness. Blanche clutched the device tightly, jaw clenching as she considered chucking it at Rebecca’s stupid face in her stupid chair. She even stood, refusing to look. But before she knew it, the more rational side of her stuffed the device in her pocket, and she moved stiffly to the door, hurriedly wiping her face again. She paused, hand on the handle of the door. She wanted to say something. Maybe something that wasn’t cussing Rebecca out. “.... have a good day. I guess.” Blanche finally decided on that before disappearing out of her office. She wouldn’t make it to her internship on time, for the first time ever, because the second she got to her car, Blanche broke down, unable to see or drive or do anything else. It wasn’t until she remembered the stupid little clicker in her pocket that she was able to calm down. And that just pissed her off more.

#chatzy #chatzy: blanche #blanche #0 to 100

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

A Friendly Race

*Not my Gif*

Requests:

Hi! I heard you were taking requests, I was wondering if you could do a Barry Allen x Reader where the reader is a metahuman and best friends with Barry Allen. Feel free to do whatever with it! Thanks x - @flashettewrites

Hi! Could you do a Barry X Reader where they race to see who’s faster and the reader wins? The reader could have any power you want. Thank you!!- Anonymous

Paring: Barry Allen X Reader (Best Friends), Barry Allen X Iris West (Kind of)

Word Count: 902

Post Date: 4-12-19

A/N: Hi! So, I decided to do two requests for this because they both kind work together, sorry if it’s not really what you guys wanted, but I had fun! Keep requesting guys! Love you all!

- Ria

“Look Allen, just because you’re the fastest man alive, doesn’t mean you’re the fastest.” You joke to your best friend who is practically bent over in laughter at how you just contradicted yourself. “Y/N, do you hear yourself right now. You just said the Flash wasn’t the fastest, but I don’t see anyone else beating me right now.” “Fine! I wasn’t gonna pull this card, Flash, but I want a race. You. Me. Tonight. And I will finally show you that you truly aren’t the fastest.” “You’re on, Skipper.” You groan at the name Cisco had given you. At the time, you and Cisco weren’t really friends as you had accidently spilled coffee all over his favorite shirt, when he found out that you were the new meta Barry was introducing to them, he knew he could find a way to get you back for the shirt. After you showed them your powers, Cisco immediately yelled it out and everyone loved it. Except for you. It just sounded like a name you would give a 10-year-old on the playground. Barry knew you hated it, but he also knew that it was to funny to pass up the name. Thus, you became Skipper.

​ As you guys walked into Star labs with everyone’s coffee you told them all about the race. Joe and Iris thought it was funny how important this was to you guys, and Caitlin and Cisco thought that it was about time to find out who the fastest really was. You guys head outside waiting and trying to figure out the “punishment” for the loser, until you settle on the perfect thing. Iris and Caitlin decided they were the ones to be at the finish line, so Barry took them then raced back to meet you at the starting line. “Get ready Allen, cause I’m about to knock that smirk right off your face” you say as you watch him stretch as if he could actually win this. “Yeah Y/L/N? Cause you’ve haven’t beaten me in anything since we were 15.” He says as his smirk nearly doubled. What he said was true, ever since you’ve moved to Central City when you were younger, you and Barry have always been trying to one up each other. You would score a 97 on a math test, then Barry would score a 98. You managed to score an extra bag of chips at lunch one day, Barry would walk by you eating a freaking piece of cake. You never knew how he was always better than you, but you never really minded because at the end of the day Barry, Iris, and you became inseparable. “Wow Barry… That’s uh… that’s a low blow ya know.” You say feigning sadness in your words. When Barry sees this he quickly apologizes thinking he’s really hurt your feelings, until he hears your laughter quickly fill the room. “Y/N!” “I’m sorry!” you say between bursts of laughs “I’m sorry!” When Cisco and Joe came outside the lab Barry and you took your positions, you standing up with your hand out to begin your movements and Barry bent like a real runner in a real race. “Welcome!” You roll your eyes as Cisco begins his obviously not needed intro “to the race of the century! On the left, we have the hero of central City, the one, the only, it’s The Flash!” He screams so loud that your surprised no one has came out to see whas happening. “And on the Right, we have Central City’s newest Meta. The blink and you miss them! It’s Skipper!” You smirk at his words still despising the name. “On your mark, get set, GO!” You hear one second before you start your teleporting to the finish line.

You get there and quickly grab the bell on the table to designate the winner just barely before Barry can touch it. After you processed what just happened, you wanted to shout “YES! YES! CENTRAL CITY! DID YOU SEE THAT! I’M FASTER THAN THE FLASH!!”, but that might be rubbing it in too much. Happiness overpowering you as you turn to your best friend. “Good Job Allen, but I’m pretty sure I had actually just beaten you for, like, the first time ever.” You beam as Joe and Cisco drive over to you guys to find out the results. “No, you know what Y/N, I obviously let you win, I mean, I am the flash.” “Uh huh sure you did babe.” Iris mocks giving him a little kiss to make him feel better. “Come on Allen, even your wife admits I’m awesome. I think it’s time for you to just accept the fact that… I’m better than you.” A smirk becoming more apparent on your face. “Fine, Y/L/N, I’ll admit it… you’re… faster than me…” he mumbles out holding iris with his head hidden in her neck. “Well Barry, I think it’s time to discuss my reward now.” Looks of confusion spread across everyone’s face so you explain, the loser of the race was supposed to take the entire team out to any bar they want and pay for everyone’s drink. Cheers of agreements erupt from your team as you all head into the city while Barry grumble’s about not even being able to get drunk, but you don’t care because you beat him. You beat your best friend, for the first time ever. You’re faster than the fastest man alive. And you’re never gonna let him live that down.

#barry allen x reader #barry x reader #barry x iris #team flash #the flash #team flash x reader

[sethtrout]

Honeymoon

The honeymoon phase has been real. My fellow Peace Corps volunteers, all stripes of goofy, brilliant, and talented, have me belly laughing and feeling far from alone. Moments include wild freestyle musical sessions, exhausted silent walks, and expressions of hopes and fear. We are connected as we come to terms with the vivid changes the next 27 months will bring.

The exhausting pace of Pre Service Training – 10 hours a day, 6 days a week – has caught up to most of us. One minute, it’s Nepali language past tense conjugation, then a session on preventing diarrhea, then a talk with a US Ambassador, and then training on agriculture conditions in Nepal. It’s been dizzying. My brain feels like a soaked sponge. I’m struggling to let things out and in, so all I can do is play a little guitar, sleep, and digest, digest, digest.

Speaking of letting things out and in, digestion, etc… I’m on my fourth day of powerful diarrhea (prevention was futile). I feel pooped. So as I sit here with my stomach stirring, I want to share thoughts from a brain that’s at long last had a chance to digest three weeks of madness.

Every morning around 6:30 AM, I race through a foggy potato valley on wire-thin trails, climb a terrace loaded with mustard and wild radish, and center myself on four hours of language. Decades of beatboxing in the shower has set me up well to speak in tune with Nepal’s 33 consonants and 11 vowels. I say ‘farting’ instead of ‘reading’ (paDnus vs paadnus), and I think I’ve worn everyone out with 127 daily thank you’s, but I have confidence in this linguistic marathon even if sometimes I’m sprinting up a steep hill.

I’ve felt like a toddler here. I’ve had to re-learn everything from eating to using the bathroom to communicating basic thoughts and needs. When tempted with a spoon or toilet paper or English, I quickly realize how little I actually miss these “comforts.” Eating with my hand is freaking amazing. Using the bathroom here feels infinitely more sanitary and focused. I’ve realized that the complexity of my English vernacular sends me spiraling, often distracting me from my simple truths.

I rely on didi (big sister) for most things, especially language practice. She returns from long workdays and enthusiastically chooses to sit with me, patiently working me through Nepali language. I rely on bowju (sister-in-law) to teach me how to farm the Nepali way. The other day, we clawed through a steaming heap of gobar (cow-dung compost), carried it on our backs, and used it to prep our soil. An audience of small girls laughed when they saw me, an American man, proudly look over our little field only to realize I had cow dung on my face. Meanwhile – my sister in law – dressed like a queen in all red, emerged without a speck of dirt anywhere. It felt like a powerful moment for these girls to observe: a young mother, farmer, friend teaches weird American guy how to tend soil.

This shattering of independence somehow has me feeling right at home with my Nepali family. So much feels familiar. My brother has legendary 16-year-old-boy swagger. He gets yelled at about doing his homework and runs around town with his friends. My five year old brother dances and screams and tackles everything. My aamaa (mom) has deep smile wrinkles that remind me of my mom. I even have two friendly swallows living outside of my door, prepping their nest and making bird love in the mornings. There are things I can’t quite understand, like 98% of what is said to me, the burning of trash, who is family and who is just neighbor, and why we eat 200 carbs-worth of bhaat (white rice) every meal, but it’s been an absolute blast so far. I keep telling myself to relax, but everyone around me makes it easy.

It’s funny how most of my big fears about service have been silenced since arrival. I still ask myself if I will make a sustainable impact in anyone’s life, cultivate any meaningful relationships, or learn to love the tedium of my permanent site. But right now every challenge is bite-sized: make it to bathroom, learn how to discuss favorite fruits, stay hydrated, understand why we are here and what Nepal wants us to accomplish.

So much love is flowing down the mountains and across the world. It’s remarkable how much people have invested in me both now and for my entire life. I feel like a taker, but I promise to use this extraordinary privilege as a force for good, or at least to try my best. You can find my address in the “FAQ” section. Send me a letter, or even an email (wifi and data are pretty reliable during this training period). I’ll post photos soon. Until next time,

dhanyabad sathiharu.