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[a-wraith-891]

A Hawthorne Mafia AU- Part 4

Tags: Jameson Hawthorne, Avery Grambs, Grayson Hawthorne, Xander Hawthorne, Nash Hawthorne, a lot of minor/ background characters.

Extra Tags: Dark Hawthorne Family.

Other Parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: Avery isn't sure why she's been called, she's not sure why she's there in the first place. Thirty-eight people dead. Avery doesn't want to know why she's there at all.

a/n: I went overboard with the italics, idk wtf I'm doing. It's 3 AM and it's Monday tomorrow. I hope you enjoy the fruit of my insomnia. Thank you. Also idk what I'm doing with the relationships. Again, I would like to draw your attention to the time being 3:39 AM. And the fact that I started writing at 12:24 AM. I hope I survive till my break.

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Avery hears the voices before she gets to the backroom, as is usually the way. It's their club, after all, and there's no need for them to lower their voices. This isn't where the actual business gets done, anyway. Not the big stuff, the stuff worth overhearing. she learned that Day 2.

Jameson and Rohan—

(Rohan, last name: Unknown, 18 years old, close friend of the third eldest Hawthorne boy. Been arrested for assault three times, and twice for murder. Never went to prison bc the witnesses and accusers always mysteriously vanished before trial could begin. Expert fighter, known from his frequent fights with Jameson. Assassin? No. Hitman.)

—are currently the loudest, their laughter carrying down the hall with the music, both performers in their own right. They're probably drunk—a good majority of the people in that room are probably drunk—but she knows that not a single one of them will be nearly as drunk as they let the rest of the world believe.

Avery doesn't know where all these people, and she feels disgusted calling them anything human, learned to lie so well, but she has to admit she's impressed by their skill. She's an observant woman—she has had to be—but she's pretty sure they often get things past her. They often get things past a lot of people.

It's why they've never been caught. It's why they have so many people chasing their tails. It's why Avery has to be better than she is.

She hears someone shout something, a few words slurred, but the sentiment is something along the lines of celebration. A chorus of cheers follows the words, and Avery's lips twist sardonically; from their point of view, she supposes that they do have things to celebrate.

Avery, on the other hand? Well, the deaths of five cops and nine innocent bystanders weigh heavily on her mind and turn her stomach into knots. She doesn't care that Don Hawthorne has gained some territory from Blake, territory that Blake probably would've given him anyway because he—just like every other person in Texas with half a brain—is afraid enough of the Hawthorne family to simply do as he's told.

No, that isn't why they torched the warehouse.

That isn't why Jameson Hawthorne held up a gun and pulled the trigger again and again without hesitation, robbing a family of a husband, a wife, a son, a daughter. That isn't why Nash Hawthorne grinned down at a man begging for mercy, both of their faces splattered with blood. That isn't why Alexander Hawthorne used a machine he built to cut a man gut to throat, splitting his body practically in two and cauterizing flesh. That isn't why Grayson Hawthorne walked through the smoldering remains of a building, putting bullets in anyone who survived.

None of that was to get territory. None of that was strategic. They could justify it to the world however they wanted, but that was just because they were bored.

Five cops, nine innocent bystanders, and twenty-four people who worked for William Blake.

Avery wasn't even there for the main event, just the end, and she still barely kept herself from vomiting.

She pauses outside the door to the room, takes a moment to steady herself. It's only been five hours since she was called to the warehouse. Only five hours since she helped get rid of the remaining bodies. Only five hours since she saw in person things she'd only seen in pictures. Only five hours since the demons inside those four boys really came out to play.

At the very least, she'd been given a chance to go home, shower, change, and not eat something. Then she'd been called to their shining club, and she hadn't hesitated to go.

She doesn't have the luxury of hesitation. Not in this business. Not in her role.

She knocks on the door, waits half a second, and then enters. Automatically, her eyes scan to track everyone in the room, going first—of course—to the Hawthorne boys. Alexander , despite where he is, is the one she sees first. The fifteen-year-old is sitting in an armchair in the back corner of the room, legs folded, laptop open. There's a phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear as he types rapidly, coding probably, simultaneously holding a conversation with whoever's on the other end. There's a small grin on his face, too, looking extraordinarily pleased, and she even hears a hint of an actual laugh from the boy.

It would've been sweet, if the curl of his lips was gentle instead of sharp, if the spark in his eyes was shining instead of hard, if the laugh was melodic instead of razor wire.

She can pretend that the boy is talking to a friend about something normal, but the more likely scenario is that he's talking about the massacre he just participated in. Part of her wonders who's on the phone, and the rest of her doesn't want to know.

The next person Avery spots is Jameson. He's standing a few feet in front of a dart board, a grin splitting his face, lighting his eyes, and her stomach rolls with unease… and something more. The nineteen-year-old tends to not look like that in public, or look like that in front of anyone other than his siblings, and Avery doesn't really like seeing it; makes her feel like he's somewhere she shouldn't be, or like someone's about to get seriously hurt, but a part of her finds that she doesn't care.

(He only tends to look like that in front of his family, or when he has the barrel of a gun bearing down on someone's face.)

Some twisted part of her wants to extend a hand and trail it down his face, real in a way only he is, and despite the atrocities he has committed—atrocities she has been witness too—she feels like she can accept the man.

He has his arm around Rohan's shoulders, who's standing next to him and holding a few darts of his own, and she is sure she can hear a challenge being thrown around. She's s not surprised; Rohan's one of the few people who has never had a problem standing up to the boys, whether or not it gets him beaten black and blue.

She thinks that's why Nash and Jameson like the shooter so much. Rohan's sharp and determined and a little wild around the edges, and he's loyal. Once, he provoked Jameson into breaking his leg, and still showed up to work the next day. The three of them all acted like it was nothing, like it was another day in the life. No resentment, no babying, nothing.

It had been fascinating to watch. And definitely weird.

Next, Avery sees Grayson. The twenty-year-old is at the pool table with a few other people, leaning over it with his cue. A brown haired girl is plastered to his back, hands on his hips, and she adjust his aim slightly, causing him to look at her with exasperation. She simply laughs in reply, saying something that looks like an apology. Grayson, without taking his eyes off her face, shoots, easily making the shot with his own aim.

Grayson turns back to the table and Avery can hear the word asshole being thrown around.

(Five cops, nine innocent bystanders, twenty-four mobsters and criminals.)

It all makes Avery wonder if they do this every time they destroy lives, if they party like they've achieved something great, something gorgeous.

And frankly, she knows they're all too self-aware to actually believe that they're celebrating getting territory from Blake. She knows that they have to know they could've gotten that with no more than a threatening look. She knows that they know they're just riding high on murder, and using the territory as an excuse to celebrate.

She wonders how much Don Hawthorne supports this versus tolerates it, control freak that he is.

Last, she sees Nash. The twenty-seven-year-old is sitting on one of the couches with a beautiful girl perched in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. She looks like she's attempting to swallow him whole, and he's grinning against her mouth. She has blue hair and is wearing a cowboy hat that resembles the ones that Nash frequents. She looks vaguely familiar, in the way her mother looks in her memories, in the way distant objects from her first life tend to look.

The girl also hurts in the way thinking about her mother does, so Avery simply stops. Maybe in a other life she knew the girl as more than just a prop in the empire, more than just another cog in the machine that spits out the worst that Texas had to offer.

Avery recognizes a majority of the other people in the room. Standing by the darts board, though farther away than Jameson and Rohan is Oren—

(John Oren, 32 years old. Personal security of Don Hawthorne. Military. Met Tobias Hawthorne I ten years ago. Has been involved in the violence caused by the Hawthorne Crime Family ever since)

By the pool table with Grayson and the girl is a woman she doesn't know—and Thea Calligaris.

(Thea Calligaris, 19 years old, daughter of the imprisoned Constantine Calligaris. It is rumoured that Don Hawthorne's grandsons brought her in last year when her father went to prison. She's a very sweet girl. Very manipulative. Very good with a blade)

"Grambs!" Jameson calls out. Avery would say that he was simply the first to spot her, but she's all too aware of the fact that the Hawthorne boys are scarily perceptive, and Jameson's just the first to acknowledge her existence, like he always is, and something in her warms at that while the other half freezes and warns her away.

"C'mon in!" He sounds drunk. He's smiling and swaying like he is. Avery refuses to let herself be lulled by that.

She walks further into the room. "Hello, Mr. Hawthorne," she says respectfully. It's weird calling someone her age Mister, but she's had four months to get used to it at this point.

No matter how many times Grayson says Oh, please, call me Gray, or Jameson says Jamie's fine, really, she knows better. It's not a real invitation. They all know the second she called them so informally (or, god forbid, called Don Hawthorne Tobias) some kind of harm would befall her person.

So many games with these boys. So many layers. She's still working on working it all out.

Nash detaches his mouth from the girl in his lap, the girl who now seems to be grinding down on him, and offers her a blinding smile. "Avery, glad you made it. Would you like something to drink?"

She knows it's rude not to reply, but her mind has just started cataloging the little details in the room, her mind giving her the bigger picture in a talent that has harmed her as much as it has kept her alive.

There's a spattering of red flakes (blood) on nash's sleeve. There a small bit on the side of Jameson's …neck. Alexander's nails have it. Grayson keeps leaving red fingerprints on the pool cue.

She wonders how much of that is purposeful, how much forgetful, how much accidental.

She just smiles back.

"No, thank you, Mr. Hawthorne. Is there something I can help you with?"

Is there a reason you called? Is there a reason I'm here? Can't I have one night of sleep, after the night we've already had? What do you want? Why am I here? What can I help you with?

Simultaneously, Nash's eyes flick over to the pool table and Grayson's eyes flick over to the couch and it's not the instantaneous understanding and communication that Nash and Jameson have, but they come to some decision before she has taken three more breaths.

Nash looks back to the girl in his lap and murmurs something in her ear. She pouts, he says something else and strokes her hair, and she brightens. She kisses him briefly and then stands, heading for the door.

Alexander chuckles. Jameson smirks.

Grayson rolls his eyes and drops the pool cue. "Idiotic," he says derisively, and sits down at the other end of the couch from Nash.

Jameson heads over too, flicking Alexander on the back of his head as he passes, and then throws himself down into a beanbag. He ignores the way Grayson looks at him. Nash tilts his face away, smiling.

"Thea, Lyra," Grayson says, and they all know he doesn't have to continue.

"We're out," 'Lyra' confirms, waving goodbye.

"Good to see you, Heiress," Thea adds as they pass him, walking out the door.

Heiress. If this is a dig at her escape from her grandmother on the west coast, it isn't a good one. Anyone with one braincell and two working eyes could have seen that her grandmother thought Avery anything but a worthy heir.

"Rohan?" Jameson says next. Rohan rolls his eyes and says, "Juliet, Savvy, move your asses." The girl on the couch pops to his her, swaying a little and blinking rapidly, and mouthing something that looks vaguely like 'mimosas', but Savannah just snorts. "Yeah, right."

Grayson looks over at her, eyebrows raised. She scowls, but gives in, heading for the door after her twin.

"Just shout," she says to him, and then heads out the door with Rohan on her heels, leaving Avery alone with the four Hawthorne boys.

It's not often that it's just her and them. Usually there are other people who work for them there, or it's just half the boys, or maybe even only one of them. But really, Avery doesn't spend a lot of time with them. She's only been working for Don Hawthorne for four months; she's not part of the inner circle, she's not even their go-to woman. She does her job well, keeps the information she used to get the job under lock and key, as per their deal, and sometimes they check in on her.

Every time they do, she wonders if this time is the time, the time where everything goes to shit, the time where they reveal that they know, that they've just been playing her, stringing her along, having some fun. Avery wonders if she would let herself be strung out if it was a specific boy.

Right now, just alone with the four boys, there are an infinite number of possibilities as to what will happen with her. It is Schrödinger's experiment, except she is the cat, trapped without air, both dead and alive at the same time, and at this point in time, where anything can happen, Avery wonders.

[mommycity]

Yeah there’s like. Your fav fucking the attitude out of you but what about YOU fucking the attitude out of him? Imagine taking down the sassy brigade that is geto and gojo like. I imagine gojo is probably pouting bc he got some mission that was beneath him and he’s bored and now he’s just fussy all day. He gets to your place and he’s sighing everywhere, rolling his eyes and just acting so dramatic and detesting everything you say. You gotta suck that dick girl. When he’s finally settled on the couch complaining about how bored he is in the relationship and how you can’t give him enough attention you tell him to shut the fuck up already and peel his cock out his pants. Watch that attitude melt away as you suck his dick sloppy and he becomes straight putty. “You still need attention” and he’s NODDING bc he wants more, ofc he does. You ride that dick, cowgirl style clothes still on, who says he gets the full package after whining all day? “M’ feeling you. So good fuck. Sooo fucking good” he pants, he looks so cute and dumb. Bro cant even remember what he was complaining about.

Geto on the other hand? Has a very valid reason to be pouting. Another mission alone swallowing disgusting curses. It’s starting to get to him. He’s not an outward complainer like gojo hut his mannerisms show everything he’s really feeling. He’s sighing, telling you how he doesn’t see the point and when you drive him he leans away from you legs folded. “Whats wrong baby” you ask. He’s rolling his eyes telling you nothing. Baby you better pull that car over. You can see in his eyes he needs some reassurance, and maybe to cum afew times. You kiss geto so deeply while grabbing his neck. Ofc he likes it too cause he’s kissing you back and placing his hand over yours, squeezing it. He’s giving you permission to take care of him. So you do, you choke him while fighting with his tongue and he’s moaning all into the kiss. And when you pull away you can see the dark spot of precum leaking through his pants. You take that dick out his pants sooo fast girl,”spit on it baby”, you say holding his throbbing cock in your hand. He does as you say and you start stroking. Alternating the pace so he can be on the edge of his seat. “Mmmm please, let me have it pleasee fuck. Anything” hes so cute this. So why not. You pump one last time and your thumb slides over the tip,your so good for me Geto you know that? Baby he’s cumming and panting, lil between his teeth and all. Maybe not all days are so harrowing for poor geto

[awesomewithoutme]

fave speak now lyrics?

I was a flight risk, with a fear of falling.

Do you remember we were sitting there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time. You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing that's ever been mine.

Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.

My mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea.

Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right.

These days, I haven't been sleeping. Staying up, playing back myself leaving.

I sneak in and see your friends, and her snotty little family all dressed in pastel. And she is yelling at a bridesmaid, somewhere back inside a room, wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.

Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I'm only looking at you.

My mother accused me of losing my mind, but I swore I was fine.

The girl in the dress cried the whole way home.

All you are is mean, and a liar. And pathetic. And alone in life. And mean, and mean, and mean.

I don't know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down.

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room. Memorize what it sounded like, when your dad gets home. Remember the footsteps, remember the words said, and all your little brother's favorite songs. I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone. So here I am in my new apartment In a big city, they just dropped me off. It's so much colder than I thought it would be, so I tuck myself in and turn my night light on.

I'm wonderstruck, dancing round all alone.

Now go stand in the corner, and think about what you did.

If only you had seen what you know now then. Wasn't it easier in your firefly catching days? And everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you. Wasn't it beautiful? Running wild until you fell asleep? Before the monsters caught up to you?

You'll have new Septembers.

Somethings gone terribly wrong.

You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?

I do recall now, the smell of the rain fresh off the pavement. I ran off the plane. That July 9th, the beat of your heart.

I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep. And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe. And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are, hope it's nice where you are. And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day, and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind.

I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind.

Hold on, to spinning around. Confetti falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall.

Will you take a moment? And promise me this. That you'll stand by me forever.

People throw rocks at things that shine.

Now I'm pacing down the hall, chasing down your street.

Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay.

Got a history of stories ended sadly.

Little miss sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain.

And all the bad boys would be good boys, if they only had a chance to love her.

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head.

Power went to my head, and I couldn't stop. Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off.

You will take the long way down.

And it's delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof.

Down the block there's an antique shop, and something in my head said stop, so I walked in. On the counter was a cardboard box, and the sign said photos 25 cents each. Black and white saw a 30s bride and two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house. The kind of love that you only find once in a lifetime, the kind you don't put down. And that's when I called you, and it's so hard to explain, but in those photos, I saw us instead.

[no-mans-garden-gnome]

I just saw a post about favorite quotes from a wip which reminded me of a scene I once wrote.

Ok some setup: it's a fanfiction to a comic where it's socially not acceptable for women to wear pants. The princess however insists on pants anyway and is also generally seen as a disgrace and nuisance. The prince on his way back from meeting (fighting) with his sister now stumbles across this scene:

In the garden of the kings palace, a place she is very much not surprised to be in, stands a pants wearing women, unarmed except for a but in a big puddle of blood.

And while his brain is still trying to process what is going on, this, still in fighting with sister mode idiot says

Prince: why are you wearing pants?!?!

Woman: ???

Silence_____woman looking down to the blood and back at the prince

Woman: I am an unknown person on PALACE grounds, literally standing in a puddle of blood. And the thing you decided to criticize me for is, my fashion sense???

Silence___

Woman again: listen I think you might be the crazier person in this conversation. Wich is weird considering me STANDING IN A PUDDLE OF BLOOD!!!!

[theshrikeandcanary]

awwwwwww i love this sm

I can't get over the collaring bit- Price has to love Simon deep down or he wouldn't be bothered to collar the beast

and I'm imagining Simon almost purring at first with kitties mouth on him. He'd have that deep raspy purr that almost sounds like a dog growling (AND KITTY KNOWING PRICE WANTED TO COLLAR HIM IN ORDER TO POSITION SIMON) sorry back to the story- Simon would be blissed out. Only to see Price emerging with a thick leather collar. The sound he produces is half growl half purr as he's quickly approaching climax. Si must be battling the need to come down kitties throat with his blatant need to not be collared.

Would Price try to scruff him to make the wrestle easier? Or would that set back their already rocky relationship?

Either way I could see Simon tolerate the collar- if only for a little- seeing the way kitties eyes go wide. He's so handsome with a thick band showing he's owned, and in a way by kitty too.

Follow up to this post abt being Price’s specialest princess kitty who gets found by mountain lion!simon after you get lost in the rain.

Price fuckin’ hates Simon. This big, scarred up, anti-social beast, suddenly in his house, and you treat him like a teddy bear. And he fucking lets you.

Tracks dirt everywhere. Tracks blood all the way back to your bed cause he’s just trying to keep his mate fed while she’s got kittens on the way. Leaves half eaten carcasses on the property. Shoves his way into the henhouse from time to time when he thinks he can get away with it.

But he must admit. His precious little angel does look especially beautiful with a pregnant belly. Price had had a field day getting you all sorts of loose fitting, frilly dresses. It almost made up for the week-long tribulation that was trying to get a collar on Simon. You’d had to help by sucking Simon off to get him off guard (when he had to choose between cumming down your throat and dodging a collaring, the choice was obvious).

And Simon does keep unwanted guests off of the property. Coyotes, foxes, the deer that would destroy the vegetable patch— even the wolves that would scare his princess with their baying and howling once they’d caught your scent.

And you were so happy. Always waiting patiently at home for him to come in and settle so you could cuddle him and groom him (after a long hard day of raising hell). Begging for more cushions, bigger ones, so Simon could joint you in all your favorite resting spots.

Again, he just wishes there was less blood.

[trekkerac]

The start Sadly can't have ghost fun without dying 😢 RIP Stanley

2 seconds before

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?

“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”

And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.

[celestialwrites]

flirty or threatening? dialogue prompts

@celestialwrites for more!!

“good god, you are a pain.” “then why are you even here?” “maybe i’m a masochist.”

“say that again i dare you.” “what are you going to do about it if i do?”

“your existence unnerves me.” “aw, i’m flattered.”

“hi honey.” “don’t honey me, you just threw a book at me!”

“huh, you know when you’re not scowling at me your eyes look a little more blue than green.”

“what if one day you wandered off a cliff?” “would you join me?”

“sometimes i feel like you want to get hit.” “by you? most certainly.”

“miss me?” “i had wondered where my headache went.”

“you are certainly interesting.” “is that a compliment or are you making fun of me?” “yes.”

“i’m not docile by any means.” “i’ve noticed, i notice everything about you.”

“i need help to bury a body.” “and you thought of me? aw.” “actually, i’m the only one that would miss you if you went to prison.” “you’d miss me?”

“i hate you!” “as long as you feel something towards me.”

“watch it!” “it’s cute how easy i can rile you up.”

“do you truly hate me?” “i wish that was possible.”

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3

[humming-fly]

Team Dark Week Day 6 - We love a good view at the end of a hike~

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[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hello! I would like to make a request about Dae-Ho, a character I love. I would like the story to show how Dae-Ho and the reader develop a special connection during the games, despite being on opposite sides. She is part of Thanos' team, but they still interact frequently. On one of those nights, they kiss and promise to get to know each other better once it's all over. However, that promise is not fulfilled because she dies in the carousel game.

I hope this story fits the bill. Happy holidays! <3

Anything Is Possible?

KANG DAE-HO X READER

Summary- You are number 230's, rapper Choi Su-bong, sister. Just because you are on 'Thanos Team', does that mean you can Dae-Ho cant get together? Will you survive long enough?

Warnings- Squid Games, Angst, mentions of blood, murder, and death

A/N- I combined this ask with another anon request, "badass reader and daeho! maybe she is related to 100 and that's why the romance is kind of forbidden but she doesn't agree with his actions and thinks daeho is very cute. I would love a first kiss between the two, which she initiated and he was all embarrassed but really excited" I hope y'all don't mind, they were very similar!

Word Count- 4,605

"What is your problem!" You found yourself yelling at your brother. While this was not uncommon, the situation surely was. Thanos the rapper, or just known as Choi Su-bong to you, had pushed several people down on purpose. This killed them in the Red light, Green light game.

"You killed them!" You continued, though he did not seem to care.

"Look, as far as 'The Thanos' is concerned, each body means more cash for MOI!" He spoke, uncaring.

"Oh, and if it was me, would you let me get shot!" You crossed your arms, eyeing him up and down.

He looked around, checking for any guards. He then slipped out his cross form under his shirt. You knew he had some kind of drug in there.

"Look, if it will shut you up, you can have one. But keep your mouth closed!" He ushered his cross in your direction. You rolled your eyes.

"I'd like to at least be aware of my surrounding in a death defying game!" "Shhh, Shhhh!" His face scrunched up as he looked at you, offended. He thought someone might have been drawn to your choice words.

You scoffed and walked off, sitting on the edge of a bed to catch a train of thought.

With a puff, you pressed your head into your hands. Could you really go on like this? Risking your life? Then it hit you, your life was over either way. Loan sharks were bound to kill you the second you left... Might as well go out with a bang?

The gruesome thought lingered until you felt the bed sink next to you.

"Thanos, I don't want to-" You looked up to not see your brother. Instead a man with a '388' on his jacket.

"Well I'm not sure who 'Thanos' is, but are you doing okay?" He looked genuinely concerned.

You started at him for a second, "Like fifty people just died..."

He faltered, "W-well yeah... Obviously you aren't okay... I just, I saw you arguing with that guy... The one with purple hair." You sigh again at his response. Well, this might be the last conversation you ever have. Why not be an open book!

"That's my brother. He thinks since he got one hit song, he can boss anyone around." You again rolled your eyes at the thought of him.

"Oh... I see. I-I have three older sisters, I know how it can get." He said, trying to offer you some sort of condolence.

You gave a side smile at him, appreciative of his efforts. "Thanks... What got you into these games?" You figured there's no reason for 'proper exchanges.' What was the point anymore?

He seemed ashamed at the question. "Sorry, if it makes you feel any better- I'm about 30 million won in debt. Some online crypto coin my brother swindled me into. Lost big time." You explained.

He shook his head, "No, no, its fine. See, I was a marine. Couldn't find a job after I got out. Guess I just got carried away with the wrong people... Got into some bad loans."

You gave a sympathetic face. "That sucks..." He just nodded sheepishly.

A silence fell between you two, but it wasn't awkward or annoying. It just...was.

"Well, uh, which are you going to vote?" He asked like it had been on the tip of his tongue all day.

As the Guards had told us earlier, we would get a chance to vote before the next game. Stay or Go.

"My brother seems pretty adamant on staying... And I honestly don't think it would be smart to piss him off anymore. He's got me in his little clique already." You didn't really know which one you would have chosen if the vote was anonymous.

He nodded in understanding. "I mean, I don't have a groupie or anything. But, you could stick with me if you wanted."

Your heart fluttered. Looking up at him, you seemed to just notice how handsome he was... Then reality hit.

"I deeply appreciate that... But I think you might have better odds without me. Choi- uh Thanos, would probably do something to you... I don't really want to risk it, I'm sorry." You knew that you really did want to be on his team, but you also knew how your brother was.

He had a slight look of defeat on his face, "I get it. I feel confident about the next game. I mean, if they're all children games, how hard can it be? I'll vote the same as you."

You agreed, "Then, maybe I can talk to Thanos? See if he wants another member?" You smiled at him.

He opened his mouth to speak, happily, but the two of you were interrupted when the pink guards came back in. Letting everyone know it was time to vote.

"See ya on the other side." You said, standing up to rejoin Thanos. Plus his newly acquired group of 3.

"Yes ma'am!" He responded, giving a small salute. You just laughed as you glanced at him a last time.

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"Are you crazy!" Thanos whisper-yelled at you, turning the two of you away from the group. "Are you tryna embarrass me in front of my boys!" He scolded you like a child. His arms and shoulders going up.

"It's not that big of a deal, he was a marine, he could be good for us." Thanos just "tsked' in response.

"No. We are already perfecto. No more room." He said as-a-matter-of-fact. His arms making an 'X.'

You turned and looked at the two men staring at you. "Thanos, there are four of us in total. What if the next game is five players!"

"Huh, and what if its four! Then I'd be pushing YOU out, Cause of ya mouth." He made faces at you, then laughed loudly. "I'm just joking sistah! I'd only do that if you really pissed me off.... We are sticking to four." His expression turned serious.

"Fine."

At a mere coincidence, you turned around and saw '388' staring at you. You mouthed a 'sorry' and shook your head. Signalling Thanos said 'no.'

He nodded, then smiled at you anyways. At that, you watched him walk over and sit with a group of 'X's.

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The lights soon went out. You laid back in your bed, trying to get some kind of sleep. It was useless, especially when you heard a 'psst' right next to you.

You turned your head, playing cool, even though it did startle you a bit. "Shh, It's just me." The voice rang familiar, and when you squinted your eyes in the dark your made out number 388's face. He was on his knees, crouched down next to your bed.

"What are you doing!" You whispered at him, sitting up quickly. Thanos and his two members were just a bed away.

"Shhhh, I have something to tell you." He said, his hands were waving slightly, a nervous tick.

You eyed him, moving closer. "What?"

"One of the guys has played these before. He said he won the games...That he knows which one is next."

Your hands rise to rub sleep from your eyes, "Really? You think he's telling the truth?"

With a frantic nod he continues, "It was the guy who knew about the Red light, Green light. Number 456."

You looked down, "Why are you telling me this..." You questioned, unaware of any kind of unconditional kindness.

"I want you to survive, why else?" You locked eyes with him. They were honest and pure.

"Well, what's the next game?" You didn't know how to respond to such generosity. For all he knew you would stab him in the back. Not that you could bring yourself to, not after he snuck over to tell you.

"He said its Dalgona. Ya know, the game where you scratch out the candy shape?" You knew the game, having played it in your youth.

"Make sure you pick the Triangle. It's the easiest one." You nodded.

At that, a shuffle made both of you turn your head. Thanos moved in his sleep, rolling over. His eyes were closed, but he was now facing you.

"You better go, in case he wakes up." You warned, not wanting any drama.

His head shook in agreeance, he raised to walk off.

"Wait!" You whispered, he looked back. "What's your name?"

"Dae-Ho. Dae-ho Kang."

"Thank you, Dae-ho..." The corners of your face rose, almost grinning at yourself saying his name.

He gave a small wave of his hand, another salute. You suppressed a giggle, and laid back down. Sleep came easier this time...

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"Welcome to your second game, this game will be played in teams. Please divide into teams of five in the next ten minutes."

You looked around, Dalgona was not a team game. Had Dae-Ho lied to you? No, why else would he sneak over in the middle of the night. It didn't make sense. Maybe 456 was lying?

"Should have listened to me, now we have to find another person." You remarked to your brother, smugly.

"Trust trust, my skeptic sister. Thanos has got this under control!" He spoke about himself, immediately levitating to the closest attractive women. You, once again, found yourself rolling your eyes.

"Señorita, excuse me?" You wanted to physically face palm at his attempt at a pickup line.

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Quickly enough, time selection was up. Everyone was orderly sat in their groups. Conveniently, Dae-Ho and his group sat behind you.

"Dae-Ho." You called, moving to be in his range of sight.

"Ahh, hey!" He said, excitedly. His demeanor changing from skittish when he saw you.

"So, what happened to Dalgona?" You asked, not blaming him- just curious.

He gave an unsure face, equally as confused. "He said the games must not be the same. I'm sorry."

"What for?" You beamed, knowing it was not his fault.

He laughed, "I guess I don't know.."

You just shook your head humorously. "Which game are you going to do?"

"Uhmm, Gong-Gi... My sister's played it a lot, so I'm used to it."

"They've got me doing spinning top. I was never any good at Gong-Gi." You made a glance to Thanos, he was high out of his mind. You caught him slipping Nam-Gyu a pill. He didn't notice you talking to Dae-Ho.

"I wish you the best of luck!" He gave a quick bow of the head.

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The game went smoothly enough. Though, it took much longer than Red light, Green light. Watching all of the teams go one at a time was excruciating.

A handful of words exchanged with Dae-Ho while waiting was calming, it grounded you. He had nothing to gain by helping you, he simply did. It was flattering.

You and Dae-Ho had figured out that his team was going last. It was nerve-wracking to think about him not making it. No one had ever effected you like this before...

Eventually your team went, suffering frequent verbal degration from Thanos and Nam-Gyu. Thankfully your team made it with 8 seconds to spare. Too close for your comfort.

The worst part came when you had to wait. You felt like you could hear a large clock ticking right by your ear.

Would Dae-Ho's team make it? You didn't doubt his Gong-Gi skills, but he was dependent on the skills of his team mates as well. It was terrifying to think they were shot with not enough time to complete the games.

You couldn't bare Thanos bantering, he complained about every survivor. It just made you more paranoid about Dae-Ho's possible death.

Trying to settle your mind, you stepped away from your group, preferring to sit by yourself on the edge on the steps. You picked at your nails, praying he would make it.

Minutes and minutes went by. No one had come out in a while. Was the game finished? Did they die?

Just as you were about to return to your brother hopeless, one last group appeared.

A gasp left you as you watched Dae-Ho's team emerge. You stood up, cheering with a handful of other players. Your hands were clasped gleefully In front of you.

Dae-Ho's gaze was fixed on you, he chuckled. His first raised in victory.

You gave him a salute back.

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You managed to slip away from Thanos. He was too busy hitting on Se-Mi. You were grateful for her, it took some of the pressure and attention off of you. You had to remember to thank her later.

"Dae-Ho!" You called out, he turned around and stepped away from his group.

"You were amazing! You went 'Wooshhh' and got the top first try!" He was practically bouncing on his heels. He mimicked the process of spinning a top with his hands and body.

"Thank you, Thank you." You pretended like you were bowing to an applauding audience.

"How did Gong-Gi go?" You asked, antsy. He rubbed the back on his neck.

He grinned deep, "Would you believe me if I said I got it first try too?"

Your face lit up, "Really!"

"I swear it!" He placed a hand across his chest.

You gave a quick clap to him, "I knew you could do it!"

You felt like a schoolgirl again. Talking to Dae-Ho made you feel like a blushing bride. He was such a ray of light and hope for you.

"What do you think the next game is?" He questioned, taking a seat on a step by the large doors.

You thought for a second, "I don't know, Maybe some kind of mind game. Since the last two have been really physical."

He nodded, "Yeah, maybe, maybe. Thats smart thinking."

You joined him on the step facing him. While you were about to change the conversation, you overheard a few people talk about what they were voting next. It reminded you of the real life-or-death situation you were in.

"So, d'ya think you're going to change your vote?" You became more solemn.

"...Yeah, I just... The others have convinced me. I mean, truly, I shouldn't have voted 'stay' in the first place..." He looked down, almost as if he had disappointed you.

"Honestly, Dae-Ho... I want to leave too... But, but, what if I press 'leave', and we still have to continue the games. Then Thanos would be pissed, and deep down I need him. He's still my brother." You hated the fact, but you were scared of what Thanos would do.

Dae-Ho thought for a moment. He mumbled something you didn't quite catch. "What?" He stood up.

"I can protect you. Honest. With my life." Your breath hitched, you stood up as well.

You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. "Oh Dae-Ho... That's just the thing. I can't have you risking your life. Not for me."

He gently lifted your hands into his. "You are worth risking my life for."

"Dae-Ho, you don't even know my name." Your voice quivered.

He nodded quick, "Then lets change that. What's your name." You bit your bottom lip before telling him.

"Now, I can defend you from Thanos. He won't do anything to do." He ended with your name, it sounded angelic coming from his mouth.

"I'm sorry... I just... can't." You let go of his hands, fully set on walking away. But, he stopped you. He grasped your shoulder.

"Please don't go. I'll stop talking about it, I swear." He pleaded. He truly just wanted to be with you, he was content with you.

And you were with him.

You closed your eyes, shook your head. You fought off any kind of objection. "Okay."

The two of you talked and talked, time ran past. You no longer seemed to worry about the games, just that you knew you wanted to stay with Dae-Ho.

Until, the large doors opened and the pink guards once again announced a vote.

You said a quick 'goodbye' to Dae-ho, hoping the games wouldn't continue. Even if you never saw him again, at least he would be alive.

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Much to your dismay, the games would continue another round. The vote wasn't even close this time. It was almost relieving, knowing that your vote was not the determining factor.

Once again, the lights went out to signify the night. You noticed teams were huddling together for protection, taking shifts and keeping watch. It was getting more serious as each hour went by. You could not find rest, feeling extremely uneasy.

While you tried to find some sort of reassurance in Thanos, he was fast asleep. You decided to take your chance and go see Dae-Ho. Just as he had done for you.

You knew the general area where his group was, but couldn't make out specific people in the dark. Not from your distance.

You racked up the nerve to quietly shuffle over. Your socks helping to muffle any noise.

"Shh, someone is coming." You heard a man whisper, it was 456. You could see the large numbers next to the 'O' on his jacket.

"I-is Dae-Ho with you..." You ask, shakily.

"And what do you want with him?" A man next to 456 spoke, defensively.

"I- Hes my friend, I need to talk to him." You tried, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, Sure he is. You're probably trying to get in and take one of us out, huh!" The man 390 rose, acting like he was ready to fight.

You stepped back, "No, really, I swear I'm not!"

You heard your name, a confused Dae-Ho crawled out from under a bed. "Dae-Ho, please tell them in not trying to kill any of you."

"What?" He was still weary from sleep, rubbing his eyes. Once he saw the position you and 390 were in, He quickly stepped between the two of you.

"No, No, she wouldn't do that. Really, whatever shes saying she's telling the truth." Dae-Ho came to your rescue.

"Can we talk Dae-Ho?" You stepped closer to him, both of your hands gently resting on his arm. He nodded rapidly, stepping away from his group.

The two of you found a cluster of abandoned beds, and sat on the floor between them

"Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" He looked you over for any visible infliction's.

"No, no I'm fine..." You pulled your knees to your chest. "I just wanted to see you." You felt silly once it left your lips.

His face flushed beet red, you could even tell in the dark. His hair falling in his face made you reach a hand out and brush it back. "O-oh"

"You never told me what you think the next game is, Dae-Ho." You needed a distraction.

He shook his head, like he was getting some thoughts out. "I have no idea... I just hope its an easy one. Gi-Hun, uh 456, said that they've already played Tug-of-war, Marbles, and some kind of glass stepping game. So, uh, I would assume none of those would repeat."

"I'm glad I missed Tug-of-war... That would mean the number of survivors would be half..." You thought.

He changed the subject, beginning with your name. "What's wrong? I know you said you wanted to see me, but, I guess I don't understand why."

"Dae-Ho, I don't really know why either. I just, wanted to be with you. I feel safe with you. I feel like I'm alone anytime you walk away..." You blinked away a stray tear.

Dae-Ho was lost in thought, he had thought his feelings weren't reciprocated. Maybe they were after all?

He didn't have time to speak, because you have lounged yourself forward in a burst of confidence. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pushed him to the floor. He was laid on his back with you on top of him, as you pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

His eyes widened, his body went rigid. When you pulled away to look at him, he stammered. "I-I, Uhm."

At his reaction you pulled away quickly, "I'm so sorry, I thought-"

"Can you please do that again." He was now giddy, a fat smile on his face. Excitement radiated out of him. "A-are you sure.. You seemed so..."

"No, no, you just caught me off guard, please, please kiss me again." He scrambled to a sit, hoping you would come closer again.

With a refound joy, you moved closer. This time you went slow, making sure to bask in the moment. You once again wrapped your arms around Dea-Ho's neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"You're perfect.." He mumbled against your lips. Though, he felt something wet on his face. He pulled away, his eyes soft, "Whats wrong?"

You sniffled, "Promise me. Promise me, that after everything is over, that we will find each other." You asked, pressing your cheek against his.

"I swear it, I swear we will meet after the games." He leaned in for another kiss.

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"Welcome to your third game. The game you will be playing is Mingle."

Okay, this one seemed safe. You had a large group, this can work. You tried to be positive, you had someone to look forward to after the game.

"Heyyy, we'll be mingling together. Doesn't that sound like so much fun?" Thanos went on, trying to hype everyone up. The only one who was just as high as him was Nam-Gyu. It worried you that he wasn't fully aware of his surroundings, but at least he wasn't on your tail about everything.

"Please step onto the center platform. When the game starts, the platform will begin to rotate, and you will hear a number. You must form groups of that size, go into the rooms, and close the door within 30 seconds."

You nodded, understanding the rules. Everyone gathered to the platform. You noticed groups staying together, huddling close.

While following Thanos, you passed Dae-Ho's group, you caught his eye and gave him a small salute. It seemed the two of you now had an inside joke.

"Let the game, begin."

At the jump and pull of the platform, you almost lost your balance. You reached a hand out and held onto your brother. He looked over at you, for a split second he actually seemed like your brother. He was there for you.

That's until a muffled snort came from Nam-Gyu. Thanos pushed your hand off, laughing at you.

You sighed and thought of a smart remark, but the platform stopped spinning and a 'Ten' rang out.

Thanos laughed loudly, "We needa four!!" He screamed, shaking his face all about.

"Were four!" A man yelled back, and Thanos took off running. Your eyes widened and you ran after him. "Run, Hurry!" You yelled at Se-Mi, who had stopped to grab Min-Su.

Luckily everyone had made it to the room, just as the door shut the timer went off. The door locked shut. You peaked out of the doors small slit. You didn't see Dae-Ho. A good sign.

Multiple gunshots rang out, each making your body jolt.

"Ha Ha! My family! We did it!" Thanos bantered, clapping some of the men on their backs.

When the doors finally opened again, you looked around. You looked and looked for Dae-Ho. Finally sighing in relief when you saw him. He ran over to you.

"You're okay, thank God!" He hugged you, you held him tight.

You swallowed hard, "It's not over yet. I'll find you after the next round!" You said, quickly finding Thanos again.

"Yeahhhh! Easyyy!" Him and Nam-Gyu joked back and forth. They started dancing to the music as the platform started rotating again.

'Four'

Thanos stopped and looked at his group for a minute. "Gyeong-su, you're with me!" He grabbed his hand, pulling him.

"Damn!" Nam-Gyu said, gripping your arm and pulling you. While you were happy to be chosen, you were worried for Min-su and Se-Mi.

"Lets goooo!" Thanos yelled once we were all in the room.

"Thanos what was that! Gyeong-su over me!" You pointed your finger at him.

"I swear I thought I was pulling you! Besides, you gotta stop running your mouth. You made it, you're fine!"

You couldn't believe what he was saying. Sure, he talked a lot about leaving you. But it was always just talk? Right?

The door opened once again, you were thankful to be away from Thanos. Your new objective was to find Dae-Ho now.

This time, the second you saw him- you ran to him. You no longer cared about what Thanos thought, nor what he'd do.

"I'm so happy to see you." Dae-Ho mumbled into your hair, which his face had been shoved into right after you ran into his arms.

"I have to stay with you, Thanos tried to leave me. I can't make it with him." Dae-Ho didn't hesitate, and pulled you over to his group.

Though, Thanos didn't like that. "Yo, brotha. What're you doing with my sister!" He tried to shove Dae-Ho, but he was bigger and stronger.

The platform started to spin.

"Leave her alone, you obviously cant take care of your sister." He ushered you behind him.

"I don't know what you're talking about bro! I save her, shes only alive because of me and Nam-Gyu!" He argued, leaving out the crucial part of information where he wasn't the one who grabbed you.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I will keep her safe now, you can mind your own business and get along with Nam-Gyu."

They continued to yell and argue over the carousel's music, it was difficult to hear them. Until,

'Three'

Thanos gripped one of your arms, Dae-Ho held another.

"Thanos, let go!" You yelled, trying to pull from his grasp.

It was chaotic, screaming was heard around you. "Dae-Ho, this way!" Two men yelled out, Dae-Ho twisted his head but didn't move.

Your stomach dropped. You couldn't be the reason Dae-Ho would die. You were all running out of time.

"Dae-Ho, go. Please! I'll go with Thanos and Nam-Gyu!"

"I'm not leaving you!" He was adamant about protecting you. Damned everyone else.

"If you don't go, we will all die. Time is running out!" Dae-Ho battled internally, you let go of his hand.

"Go! It's okay, I'll see you in a minute!"

He didn't want to leave, he couldn't. But you made him. When he slowly walked backwards, you let out a relived sigh. You then turned to run with Thanos. Nam-Gyu was already in a room, his yelling ushering you two forward.

It was going to be okay, The three of you in a room. Everything was fine. There was time.

Until, Nam-Gyu moved out of the way... Gyeong-su was behind him... There was already two in the room. Thanos ran in, not thinking twice.

Your running came to a stop right outside of the door. Where Thanos himself had closed it on you.

A "NO!" Was heard from across the room. It was Dae-Ho. He tried to come to you, but he was too far.

Player 456 and player 001 were pulling him into a room. Forcing the door shut. You could see Dae-Ho looking out of the door slit, his hands peaking out as well.

You didn't turn to see what Thanos might have been doing. You didn't care. Not anymore.

You just wanted your last moment to be looking at the most handsome man you'd ever met. His soft eyes were filled with tears as he watched you.

You weren't upset, not scared, not nervous. Not anymore.

It would all be over soon.

You gave him one last salute before a loud bang rang out.

A/N- Not going to lie ya'll, I ate that up. But I still love hearing y'all's constructive criticism! Please LMK if you want to be added to my tag list, TYSM for reading!

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[gglinaa]

a small self-indulgent comic about jim suddenly growing wings and spock being drawn to them

[thisnoah]

"You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate"

[Too Sweet by Hozier]

[mothinflamesdoodles]

everything stays, but it still changes

fanart for the fanfic The Lone Defender by @sophtopus

[awesomewithoutme]

fave debut lyrics?

He said the way my blue eyes shined, put those Georgia stars to shame that night, I said that's a lie.

And I was right there beside him all summer long, and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone.

My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be!

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star. He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do.

So I drive home alone. As I turn out the light, I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight.

I don't know what I want, so don't ask me. 'cause I'm still tryna figure it out.

I'm alone. On my own. And that's all I know.

So I start a fight, 'cause I need to feel something. And you do what you want, 'cause I'm not what you wanted.

You could've helped if you had wanted to, but no one notices until it's too late to do anything.

You cry, but you don't tell anyone that you might not be the golden one.

You should've said no, baby, and you might still have me.

Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle. Our whole town came and our mamas cried.

We're on the phone and you talk real slow, 'cause it's late and your mama don't know.

I've heard every album, listened to the radio, waiting for something to come along, that was as good as our song.

[ive-been-timebombed]

Oneshot

Request by @purplereaderfans

Prompt by @satoshy12

DPXDC

Aged down Danny beating Tim in college..

“Okay Danny, remind me of the rules again” Jazz looked to the kid in her arms, the kid was eating a bright green popsicle. Like the kid wasn’t a toddler and wouldn’t get sticky.

“Uh.. rule one! Don’t be loud! And if I have questions raise my hand.” Danny struggled to hold up one finger but when he managed he held it up his popsicle in his other hand.

“Rule two! Don’t interrupt with stupid things. Like puns or fart jokes!” Danny pulled his hand down again and stared at his hand till he got two fingers held up then which a looked at Jazz with a grin

“Then rule three! If I need the bathroom or food ask you,” Danny held up his thumb this time making three fingers being held up.

“Lastly! Don’t wonder off! Like momma and Daddy!” Danny put his hand down and put the popsicle in his mouth hurriedly licking up the melted popsicle off his hand.

“You forgot one Danny, Rule five dont Fenton the others here. You know what that means right?” Jazz asked bending down and opening the backpack she had packed it was basically a diaper bag. It held wipes, emergency ectoplasm, change of clothes, the Fenton Thermos, and many other things Jazz had knew they would need. Jazz had dug around in the bag and pulled out the wipes ready to clean Danny up when he finished the popsicle in record time.

“Yeah! It means.. be respectful of others bubble’s and no ghost things! Also don’t tell other people of things I shouldn’t know about them but I do know-“ Danny licked off the last bit of the ectopop enjoying the melting ecto in his mouth. He then gave a short scream as Jazz attacked him with the cold wipe. Cleaning off the ecto off his face and hands. She took the popsicle stick and wrapped the wipe around it and put it in the diaper bag.

“That’s right, now I know you’re not as old as you used to. And I don’t know your mental age right now. But I promise you won’t get in trouble if you do have an accident or something you would describe as childish.” Jazz stood up picking up the backpack in her hand and putting one strap over her arm and walked out of the stall. Where she was hiding when she noticed Danny looked dizzy and a bit pale. She guess it was the old ectoplasm in the air that he was absorbing. She guessed right and when Danny ate the emergency Ectopops he went right by back to normal.

She sat Danny in the bathroom sink and put the bag to the other side of him. Her body was in front of him so he couldn’t fall off the counter. As she washed her hands getting rid of her own stickiness Danny had put on her. Then she put the bag on both her shoulders and picked Danny up resting him on her hip Danny arm wrapping around her forearm instantly.

Danny was looking around as all babies did as Jazz walked out the bathroom pulling out her phone to look at her schedule.

“Okay, first is introductory psychology. Which in in building F.” Jazz mumbled to herself looking up and putting her phone back in her pocket and started to walk through the dorms.

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“Danny, you remember what happened last time you chewed on a pen?” Jazz asked looking over at her brother who was sitting in the seat next to herself. The chair was pulled closer and a random assortment of things were on the table in front of him.

“It explodes in my mouth..” Danny frowned taking the pen out his mouth. The pen had many teeth marks.

‘Well that explains the blue mouth of the kid..’ Tim thought to himself he was two chairs back a bit higher than the two siblings. He had started to wonder about the stained blue mouth and the blue marks on his hands and around his mouth. Even the kids teeth were stained blue.

Tim was in introductory Psychology as his minor. He needed to know more about what was going on in peoples head. It would help with many things.. even learn some tricks he could use on his siblings maybe? He was majoring in astronomy weirdly. Tim knows just about anything on Earth but when it came to the stars he was admittedly lacking.

He was curious about the kid when he overheard the kids sister suggested to the kid about asking the astronomy professor if he could sit in during a class as the kid was incredibly bored in the psychology classes. Danny, names were also learned from his eavesdropping, looked at his sister like she hung the stars which Tim didn’t doubt that to him, she did.

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Oh. My. Clockwork. Jazzy has the best ideas! And Profess Brunn is so nice! She says I can sit in on a lesson and if I’m good I can do it again! Jazzy just dropped me off at the classroom and gave me to Profess she sat me down in the front row so she can keep in eye on me. I asked if I could ask and answer questions and she said yes!

“All right guys! Since we just came back from break we’re gonna be getting back into it with our last lesson! I’m gonna do a review on last lesson and then hand out a paper. It will be worth a grade so please actually try” Professor Brunn started the class with energy most of the class didn’t have.

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Who the hell is this kid?!

Tim stared at the laptop with a blank face. He was in the front of the class staring at the paper taped to the board. Usually he wouldn’t bother but that kid, Danny, finished quickly and even asked if there was more. The professor sent out the five best grades to encourage or something. Usually Tim was first.. but he wasn’t this time.

Or the next. Or even the next before that.

It was fine because it was just the one class for almost a week. Then that kids name just started to show up more and more on each list. Till on every class Tim took it was Danny Fenton first and Timothy Drake second. Jasmine Fenton third usually second before Danny appeared.

Tim was genuinely questioning if he was mind controlled. Did he get a concussion and not notice? Did he have a chip in his brain that made him stupider? Was he losing his mind? Did he need to start sleeping more regularly.? Did he need to cut down his caffeine intake? He only drank a few coffees a day.. not including the energy drinks. But- but. What’s happening to him?!

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“What’s going on with Drake?” Damian scowled as he looked over to Grayson next to him. He was standing behind Drake with Grayson after he had been called to pick up Drake after he had picked up Damian from school. Damian followed his brother’s gaze to Professor Smith, the engineering professor, who was at his desk looked at them with amusement.

“He was second place in the scoring this week, he’s been staring at the paper for maybe half an hour after class ended” Professor Smith told the brothers

“So?” Dick shrugged looking back to his brother putting a hand on Tim’s shoulder which snapped the other out of his despair, “It wouldn’t be the first time,”

“Yeah, but this time it’s been multiple weeks and to the same kid. A four year old to be exact” Professor Smith added before looking to door as someone knocked and it was opened

“Sorry, Danny here forgot his notebook in here” Jazz held open the door for her little brother to slip in and run to a table that had a black notebook with stars draw on it. Jazz held her hand out for Danny to take it as he came back. Danny turned and waved to the Professor as the door shut after them

“Danny, the child genius, has beaten Timothy here.. five weeks in a row now in this class. But Danny only came to the campus after Christmas break. But I’m guessing the number will only continue to grow,” Professor Smith continued as he watched the door shut and the two other wall away through the door window.

Tim, who just watched his new four year old nemesis wave bye to him, had a twitching eye. It also didn’t help with the demon laughing at him and Dick holding in his own laughter..

[cable-salamdr]

No. Draw more furries. Ras.

>:/

I cheated and drew Arin as well. Fuck you I was thinking of someone sending exactly something like that.