#they definitely have to figure out how to not accidentally commit murder

[puppetmaster13u]

A rule to go by if you're a goon in Gotham lol

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[upsylvtummy]

Glutened - Dominic #1

Hello again, this fic will be about my second pair - Dominic and Zheyuan! Shout-out and credits to my dear gremlin friend that (was forced to) help me develop the plot.

This fic is a little longer than the last one and it takes a while before things start happening! But I promise, they will!

And also, little clarification - Dominic doesn't have celiac disease, he's just gluten intolerant! I've recently learned there's quite a big difference about how it affects your body! Fic is under the cut :)

Who would've thought that recording a few song covers together didn’t instantly make people best friends? More importantly, who knew it told you absolutely nothing about what someone was actually like? Dominic definitely wished he’d looked a little deeper into his future roommate’s behavior before agreeing to move in together. Or better yet, he wished Zheyuan had been the smarter one and, even at the cost of his pride, refused the idea altogether.

So maybe Dominic shouldn’t be upset only with his own ignorance, but with Zheyuan too. After all, the guy was studying business; he had to have some level of intelligence, right?

You know what they say: dumb and dumber. Maybe Dominic hadn’t gone to college, but he was fairly certain he was just dumb - not dumber. At least he had basic courtesy and emotional awareness.

Not that he doubted Zheyuan had those qualities. It’s just… the guy didn’t seem to use them for anything good. Online, people lost their minds over his looks and mysterious atmosphere. If only they knew that behind the blond-haired charm was a selfish, arrogant, and wildly inconsiderate prick. Still - frustratingly - sexy, though.

Dominic didn’t think of himself as some divine gift either, but he certainly wasn’t as bad as that. And despite the mutual hatred between them, Dominic knew he wouldn’t hesitate to help Zheyuan in an emergency.

Zheyuan, on the other hand? Dominic was pretty sure he’d be the cause of one. On purpose. And honestly, judging by how he’d been acting lately, tomorrow’s plan could probably be filed under attempted murder.

...

"Roy," Zheyuan called out, his footsteps loud as he marched toward Dominic’s room. He still didn’t quite understand why the blond insisted on using his last name. Was it to keep some emotional distance? Assert dominance?

"You’ve got to be kidding me," Zheyuan snapped, flinging Dominic’s bedroom door open like knocking had never been invented. Not that it mattered, Dominic was used to it by now.

"Can you explain why I went out of my way to split up our chores, even printed the damn list and stuck it on the fridge like we’re five, just for you to ignore yours at least once a week?"

Dominic sighed and rolled his eyes. "I don’t know if your vision’s failing or what, but the day’s not over yet," he replied flatly. He reached up to grab the door by the top corner, making Zheyuan release the handle. "Unlike you, I don’t pass out at 8 p.m. Maybe pull the stick out of your ass and see if it makes you more pleasant to be around?"

That last part just slipped out - Dominic didn’t usually come on that strong. But he was already committed.

Zheyuan’s eyes narrowed. "Oh, I thought you already knew I don’t give a flying fuck about your sleep habits," he hissed. "The rule is chores done by midnight. Figure it out."

Dominic clenched his jaw, leaning against the doorframe to tower over him. "Stop throwing tantrums. What if I stop caring about your strawberry allergy, huh?" he shot back, instantly realizing how childish that sounded.

Zheyuan let out a dry laugh. He clasped his hands together near his chest like he was praying. "Oh, yes, please, Roy. Kill me. Then I won’t have to keep accidentally grabbing that god-awful gluten-free bread that tastes like actual bricks," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

....

This was pretty much their daily routine: argue, insult, repeat. And yet, Dominic never imagined there’d come a day when he’d actually miss his roommate’s presence.

Oh, how wrong he was.

....

The day had actually started out great. Dominic had gotten almost a full night’s sleep, and by the time he woke up, Zheyuan had already left for his morning classes. A morning routine without his roommate? What a dream. He brushed his teeth, hopped in the shower, and even made time for breakfast. He had a stream scheduled for later.

The day was truly amazing. That is, until breakfast.

Zheyuan was in charge of doing the grocery shopping, and they’d usually split the bill afterward. One thing they could both agree on was that wraps were amazing. Quick to prepare and easy to take anywhere. They always kept some at home, with Dominic's being gluten-free. The tricky part was that the packaging looked almost identical. To avoid constantly checking ingredients, they had a system - Zheyuan would mark the gluten-free wraps with a sticker as soon as he got home. That way, there was no confusion.

Zheyuan had never messed this up, and Dominic had grown to trust him on that part. So that morning, he reached into the cabinet for some wraps and checked the package. No sticker. They were also already opened -Zheyuan must’ve taken some to uni. Another clear sign they weren’t gluten-free, since Zheyuan hated gluten-free anything and could always tell the difference.

Dominic put that pack back and reached for the next one. This time, it had a sticker. Amazing. He added his usual toppings and tossed them in a clean pan, he liked his wraps crispy.

But “crispy” didn’t mean burnt.

He left the wraps in the pan and stepped away “for just a second” to toss his pajamas into the laundry basket. Of course, those seconds somehow turned into minutes. By the time he came back, the wraps were already browning - almost black. Still, he wasn’t going to let that ruin his morning. After inspecting them closely, he decided they were just really brown, like his hair.

Sure, breakfast tasted a little… bitter. But otherwise, nothing seemed too off. He got dressed, grabbed his camera, a bottle of water, a small mic to pin on his shirt for better audio, and his wallet. Then he headed to the train station. Honestly, he was glad he hadn’t left earlier - he ended up catching the same train Zheyuan took to university and had to get off at the same stop. If they had gone together, it would’ve been a lot more awkward. Zheyuan probably would’ve walked off and sat somewhere else, but Dominic would’ve still felt his presence.

The game he was being paid to stream wasn’t exactly trending anymore, but everyone still knew it - Pokémon Go. Simple to play, easy to navigate, and perfect for live commentary. Dominic had played it back in 2016 when it first got popular, but the sponsor required him to make a brand-new account for the stream.

Dominic stepped off the train and made his way toward the heart of the city, the buzz of traffic immediately heard. He adjusted the camera strap across his shoulders, pressing it firmly against his chest. It wasn’t light, but manageable. With practiced ease, he clipped the camera into place, syncing the feed to his phone so the stream would show both the real-world surroundings and the in-game screen. Twitch was already open, and with a few taps, he was nearly live.

He clipped the small mic to his shirt collar and gently pulled the camera away from his chest for a better angle, putting on a cheerful expression as the stream began.

“Hey chat! Hope you’re all doing good today,” he greeted, his voice smooth - practiced. “Today’s stream is sponsored, but I'll be playing a game we all are familiar with - Pokémon Go. Go. It’s been a while, huh? But it’s still free and super easy to play, so if you haven’t tried it yet, you totally should.”

His audience grew quickly, familiar usernames popping up in the corner of his vision. He tapped on the in-game map.

“Okay, chat, gonna take a left here. There’s a PokéStop nearby. See?” he asked, clicking on the icon. He walked further into the city, hoping the camera wouldn't get him too many stares.

But then, barely half an hour into the stream, Dominic fell silent. Just for a moment.

He spun the icon on the PokéStop, but his focus was slipping. A strange fullness had settled in his stomach, creeping in slowly. Not quite pain -not yet- but a dense, bloated pressure. His brows knit together slightly as he kept walking, one hand hovering off-camera.

At first he thought it was just nerves - first sponsored stream outside and all.

But then his waistband began to dig in. Not sharply - but sickly. It didn’t make sense, his jeans were loose today. He’d chosen them for comfort, and yet now it felt like his belly was swelling against them. Shit. His heart dropped.

He cast a glance downward, feeling the roundness pressing outward against his zipper. His stomach looked wrong. He knew this feeling. The twisting, the distension, the gas. Dominic had been glutened. Somehow, somewhere in those wraps, something had gone very, very wrong.

His chat exploded with messages, the silence hadn’t gone unnoticed.

"Muted lol"

"We can't hear"

"U gud?"

“Oh, right, sorry chat!” he said quickly, giving a breathy laugh, trying to play it off. “Guess a button on the mic got pres- urp-”

The sudden acidic burp punched its way up before he could stop it. Dominic froze. His hand snapped up to cover his mouth, eyes wide. No way that just happened live, right?

The chat didn’t miss that either.

"Was that a burp??"

"ew LMAO"

"im clipping this"

"cute???"

His face flushed warm. He swallowed hard, heart beating faster now. Not from nerves, but from nausea. A deep, cramping ache had settled just behind his belly button. He pressed his palm gently to the swell, feeling the tension under his skin. Everything inside him felt tight, sloshy, unstable. And it was getting worse.

“...I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice thinner now, fingers put across the side of his distended belly. “Didn’t mean to just throw my manners out the window.”

He shifted, one foot to the other, subtly massaging his gut. It was tight and round, pushing against the inside of his shirt. And God, there was more gas coming. He could feel it.

“Okay. Now, uh, now we’re heading to the Arena up ahead,” he said, trying to keep upright and steady. He was trying so hard not to let it show. “Normally you have to level up a bit before you can join a team and start fighting bu- hurk-”

The sound choked out of him before he could stop it. A soft gag. His eyes widened again and he clapped his hand over his mouth, panic flashing across his face as he locked eyes with the chat.

“WAIT wha??”

“Bro my emetophobia”

“I knew it”

“Oh nooo :(”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The saliva had started to pool in his mouth. His stomach gurgled again, louder this time. He leaned forward just slightly, arms tightening around his middle as he tried to calm down.

A pink flush crept up his neck as he forced a shaky laugh. “No, no, it's fine,” he said, breath hitching in his throat. “I’m totally fine.”

But even he didn’t believe it. His voice wavered.

“But yeah, I'm already leveled up so I can show you guys exactly- urp- how the Arena works and get the full… experience…” he said, voice trailing off as another gurgle rolled deep through his belly. He closed his eyes, just for a second, and focused on breathing. Just breathe. Don’t puke. Not now.

His hand tightened around the camera strap, the other still pressed carefully to his stomach. Fuck ...

Soon enough, Dominic was speed-walking toward the arena, his usual upbeat commentary reduced to quiet mutters as he swallowed thickly, a hand pressing into his stomach. Every step just hurt his painfully swollen belly, tight and gurgling against the waistband of his jeans.

A soft, breathy burp slipped past his lips into his fist, and he winced, rubbing small circles over his aching belly. The stream had to be at least an hour long - contract rules. Normally, he would’ve streamed longer, especially for a game this fun. But recording while trying not to throw up wasn't exactly his definition of "fun". The bloating, the pressure, the gas - it was getting to him.

Dominic cast a desperate glance at the on-screen clock. Just five more minutes. Five. He could make it. Maybe. Probably. Right?

He stumbled into area the arena was at, voice a little shaky as he tried to explain the system. “Now you just- just pick if you want to join team, uh…” His stomach gave a deep cramp, and he paused, visibly flustered. “Yellow, red, or blue. I think I’ll… I’ll go with red. Looks… powerful.”

He clicked the option with trembling fingers, then tried to slow his breathing. Inhale, exhale. Don’t gag on stream. Not again. The dizziness was hitting now too, and the ache had settled lower, twisting in his abdomen with each second.

Dominic reached for the camera and turned it back on himself. His pale face now on frame, sweat forming along his brow. That’s when he noticed a red, irritated spot on the side of his neck. Shit, has to be gluten then.

He swallowed thickly and forced a weak smile at the camera. “I’ll be ending the stream here, guys. Remember…” He broke off, lurching forward with a wet-sounding gag, his body spasming just enough to make his voice waver. “You can download it on Google Play or the App Store. It’s free and, uh… really worth it if you like going on walks but… get bored easily.”

Definitely not the closing line he was supposed to say, but he didn’t care anymore. He forced a quick wave to the viewers, hand trembling, and went to end the stream. But of course, his body wasn’t done embarrassing him just yet.

Right as he tapped his phone, a loud, involuntary gag ripped from his throat. It echoed through the alley, drawing startled glances from some of the pedestrians. They probably thought he was just another drunk. Dominic shut off the feed and all but collapsed onto the nearest bench, panting as he dropped his gear beside him. He doubled over instantly, arms clutching his cramping stomach, knees spreading slightly.

Eyes squeezed shut, he tried to calm himself. Just breathe. But it was so hard to ignore the sharp burn climbing his throat or the queasiness that churned and shifted like waves inside him. He gagged again, dry this time, but still couldn’t stop the long, airy burp that followed.

He groaned under his breath, gingerly removing the rest of his equipment and shoving it into his bag, mentally checking off everything. He reached for the water bottle. Dominic grabbed it with shaky fingers, unscrewed the cap, and took a few small sips, hand still pressed against his stomach. Each swallow brought a fresh series of quiet, bubbling burps, but he didn’t stop. He just leaned back, eyes half-lidded, rubbing slow, desperate circles over his belly.

It still hurt. So, so much.

Dominic pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. Fuck.

If he wanted to make it home fast, he'd need to hurry - really hurry - to catch the next train. He let out a shaky sigh, eyes heavy with exhaustion, expression barely holding together. Could he even make it to the station without fainting or puking all over himself?

He took in a slow, deep breath and grabbed his bag, mentally bracing himself for what felt like an endless walk. If it got too bad, he could always stop and sit somewhere. Right?

…Right?

But his desperation to just get home and collapse into bed shoved that option aside completely. Even as his stomach throbbed with pain and every step triggered a new wave of gags, he forced himself to keep going. Speed-walking through the city streets, hand pressed tight to his bloated belly. Dominic looked like a mess. Distressed, pale, and barely keeping it together.

His breath hitched when he spotted the train station a few blocks away. But just as he picked up the pace, dark spots began clouding his vision. They flickered across his eyes and his thoughts turned to static. He couldn’t think straight, his body was screaming at him to stop.

Tears welled in his eyes. He couldn't faint. Not here, not now. He stumbled through the station doors just as a final, strained burp escaped him. Wet and low, the kind of warning his body rarely gave twice. He gagged immediately after, one hand reaching out blindly to steady himself as he swayed off to the side… and right into someone.

“I’m… sorry…” he muttered, dazed, barely able to register anything.He was going to faint. He was. But then-

“Roy? The hell?”

That voice cut through the fog like a lifeline. Dominic turned toward it, barely believing his luck.

Zheyuan. Of all people, Zheyuan - his roommate.

Normally, Dominic would’ve preferred just anyone else. But right now? His roommate might as well have descended from the heavens.

“I- urp- ” Another burp forced its way up, and Dominic dropped into a crouch in front of him, arms wrapped around his middle. The dizziness was crashing down hard, he couldn’t keep standing even if he wanted to.

Zheyuan took a step back, grimacing. “You must be kidding me… God, eugh, you look disgusting.” Dominic barely registered the insult. Zheyuan scowled and hissed, “Stand up this instant. You’re embarrassing me.”

But he didn’t move. He couldn’t. The floor felt too far away and too close all at once, his ears ringing, throat burning. Dominic groaned, palm pressing flat against the cold station floor. “I can’t- I’m- urk-”

Another gag tore out of him, dry and forceful, and this time swallowing it back didn’t work. His voice trembled. “I feel sick... and dizzy.” Zheyuan let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Roy, you’re so overdramatic,” he scoffed. “Stop freaking yourself out. It’s pathetic. Fake it till you make it or whatever. I promise, you’re not gonna faint. Not on my watch.”

Dominic stumbled backward a bit, blinking hard against the dizzy spells, but for some reason, he did feel a little lighter now. Not because of Zheyuan’s "comforting" presence - if he could even call it that - but maybe because some part of him knew that if Zheyuan would leave him to die here, one of the strangers would certainly help him. He reached out and grabbed the blond’s arm to pull himself upright, pausing once he was standing to breathe and calm himself.

“Fuck, Roy, don’t touch me,” Zheyuan barked, immediately yanking his arm away like Dominic was radioactive. “Go- quick, quickly,” Dominic pleaded, muffling a burp into his collar. His stomach felt so bloated, round and heavy and sloshy, every step threatening to make something come up. He knew he wasn’t going to make it through the whole train ride without it leaving his body one way or another.

“I hope one of your weird-ass viewers spawns here and records this whole thing so you can be ridiculed online,” Zheyuan muttered as they walked toward the platform. Dominic didn’t even have the strength to argue back. Knowing Zheyuan, he meant every word. Dominic’s stomach twisted, a hot wave of nausea washing over him. He wrapped an arm over his abdomen, trying to keep everything down.

“I need t’go to the bathroom…” he slurred weakly, dragging his feet next to Zheyuan. “Then you should’ve planned your trip better,” came the cold reply, eyes rolling again. “Walk faster, or we’re gonna miss the train.”

Zheyuan was a bitch - always had been, always would be - but right now, Dominic was clinging to him like a lifeline. It didn’t matter how nasty the remarks were. As long as Zheyuan didn’t leave, Dominic could tolerate anything. After a few more insults and heavy, labored steps, they made it to the platform. Zheyuan shoved Dominic toward the bench, where he practically collapsed, curling into himself. He hugged his stomach tight, blinking toward the empty space to his right.

“Why-”

“So I can get away from you quickly in case you do something embarrassing,” Zheyuan cut him off. Dominic groaned, deep and shaky, before another thick belch erupted from his gut. It curled up his throat and ended in a gag that forced his upper body to lurch forward. He doubled over, laying his head in his lap as his arms clutched his stomach.

Another burp came - this one wetter, hotter. Vomit splashed against the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down with visible effort, face twisting in misery.

“I can’t anymore,” he whispered, eyes closing tightly, breath trembling. “Yes, you can,” Zheyuan snapped, biting down on the words. “Fix your posture. People are staring.”

Dominic’s entire body started to shake. He was sweating, but cold at the same time, nausea getting even worse. He didn’t know how bad his rash had gotten, he didn’t care, not when every second felt like a countdown to his stomach contents spilling.

“I can’t… I really can’t…” he whined, lips pressed together, face ghost-pale. A series of small, acidic burps left him in a trembling chain, the last one punching into his chest hard enough to make him wince. “Okay then,” Zheyuan said, lifting his hands like he was done with the whole ordeal. “Guess I can’t stand here anymore. See you at home.”

“No…!” Dominic yelped, panicked, using what little strength he had left to push his upper body upright. He leaned back against the bench, still hugging his belly tightly, leaning slightly to the side to ease the pressure. The motion was a mistake - his nausea spiked and more burps came, wet and urgent.

Zheyuan grimaced, practically recoiling. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the trembling mess beside him. “God, you’re so… repulsive,” he hissed, watching Dominic twitch and shift in his seat, clearly miserable and on the verge of breaking.

“Thanks, now they won’t be able to tell us apart,” Dominic snapped, though the words came out more as a weak bark than anything else. Zheyuan just rolled his eyes and stayed quiet.

The wait for the train couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, but for Dominic it felt endless. He was shivering nonstop, stomach churning with each breath. The constant wet burps, the nausea - he was barely hanging on. He gave up trying to track the train and just stared at his lap instead, trying not to look as wrecked as he felt. He couldn’t even tell if the trembling was from the cold, fear, or his body actively giving up. Maybe all three.

A sharp pat on his back startled a gag out of him. “God, calm down. The train’s here,” Zheyuan muttered, grabbing Dominic by the shoulder and dragging him towards the opening doors. Dominic staggered to his feet, one hand clamped over his mouth. A burp forced its way up - thick, sour, and wet. Shit.

Still, he followed Zheyuan onto the train, black dots already re-appearing. As soon as they found an empty seat, Zheyuan shoved him down into it and then, as usual, stood beside him like he didn’t even know him. Dominic fidgeted restlessly, his stomach a mess. He bit down every gag he could, but little burps kept slipping out, bubbling behind his clenched fist.

“How much- urp- how much longer?” he mumbled, glassy eyes glancing up at his roommate. Zheyuan checked the board and sighed.

“Three more stops. You’ll need to stand up in two.” The moment came quickly. Too quickly. Zheyuan nudged him up toward the doors, and as Dominic stood, a low, guttural belch tore its way out of him. Zheyuan didn’t turn around, he was pretending they’d never met. Dominic held onto a pole, white-knuckled, trying not to collapse.

“Zheyuan…?” he croaked, mouth flooding with saliva. He was so close to losing it. To his surprise, Zheyuan actually looked back. “Can you not? One stop. Just get to the exit,” he hissed, impatient.

Dominic didn’t move. He couldn’t. And Zheyuan must’ve realized that, because after a beat of silence, a hand settled on his back.

“Move. We need to go. The sooner we get home, the sooner you can rest.” The words were almost gentle - but that edge of irritation was still there.“I- uurrk-”

Dominic lurched forward, retching hard and heaving up what was left of his lunch. The sick splattered onto the train floor, his shoes, and Zheyuan’s pants.

The train screeched to a halt. Their stop.

Without a word, Zheyuan grabbed Dominic’s wrist and yanked him off the train.The station was blissfully quiet. Just them, the cold air, and the sound of Dominic retching again as more bile splashed onto the concrete.

“Stop, stop,” Dominic pleaded, doubling over. His stomach clenched hard again, forcing out another round of vomit. Zheyuan stopped in front of the station entrance, finally letting go. He didn’t look back.

“I’m sorry,” Dominic gasped, hands gripping his churning gut. Zheyuan rubbed his temple, turning to face him at last. “You know what? I- God, what the fuck...” He folded his arms. “I don’t even have anything to say about that.”

Dominic just sighed. Arguing with Zheyuan was like arguing with a brick wall. “Let’s just go home,” he muttered. He followed behind as Zheyuan walked ahead, silent and pissed. The burps still kept coming. Gross, bubbling things that didn’t help at all. His stomach was aching so badly now that even walking made him dizzy.

By the time they reached their apartment building, Dominic was barely upright. Zheyuan punched in the door code, and Dominic slumped forward, forehead pressing to the other’s back.

“Sorry,” he mumbled weakly. A quiet fart escaped, adding to his humiliation. Zheyuan sighed, turning his head. “Just five minutes. Don’t puke outside again.”

They stepped into the elevator. Thankfully, they were alone. Dominic leaned against the wall, face pale and clammy. His stomach gave a loud, gurgling protest. He groaned, arms wrapped tight around his middle. The saliva was back ,thick and fast. He tried to swallow it down, but it went down wrong.

He coughed. Then gagged.

Zheyuan turned fast. “Don’t you dare, Roy.” But it was too late. Dominic retched violently, projectile vomiting onto the elevator floor. Zheyuan groaned, dragging both hands down his face.

“Are you serious? Right in front of the apartment?” He stormed out as the doors opened. “Move your ass.” Dominic staggered out after him, panting. He barely managed to take off his shoes before Zheyuan locked the door behind them.

“Go to the bathroom. Now.”

Dominic nodded and shuffled off. Just as he went to remove his bag, he froze. “My bag- ”

“I’ve got it,” Zheyuan said, holding it up before dropping it by the door. “You’re so fucking stupid. I took it off you the second you sat on that disgusting floor.” Dominic didn’t argue. He just headed to the bathroom and collapsed in front of the toilet, cheek pressed to the seat. He still didn’t feel empty.

“Can you- urp- can you get my wraps package?” he muttered, lifting his head enough to hover over the basin as drool spilled from his mouth. Zheyuan stood in the doorway, arms crossed.

“Why?”

Dominic hesitated. That was weird. Usually Zheyuan didn’t care about what he did. Unless it affected him.

“I wanted to check if they changed the ingredients,” he said, burping again into his fist. Zheyuan exhaled slowly.

“I don’t think there’s a need for that.” Dominic frowned.

“Why not? I clearly got sick...?”

“No. Actually...” Zheyuan looked away. “I put the sticker on the wrong pack.” Dominic’s stomach dropped. “You… switched them? Are you crazy?” Zheyuan opened his mouth, but Dominic cut him off.

“So you act like a total asshole all day, getting mad I got sick when you’re the one who caused it?” he snapped. “You’re such a bitch, Zheyuan.”

Zheyuan winced. “It wasn’t on purpose. And I don’t know if you noticed, but I think I was being pretty damn nice today.”

Dominic’s mouth fell open. “Nice? Oh wow, congrats. You downgraded from narcissistic dick to just rude. What an achievement.”

Zheyuan stepped closer. “The moment I realized, I- ”

“Oh, so you knew and just didn’t tell me? Didn’t text? Didn’t call? Yeah. That makes it so much better.”

“I didn’t think you’d even eat breakfast, on most days you don’t, and I- ”

Dominic threw up his hands. “So if there was a hitman out there for you, I just shouldn’t warn you because usually you don’t go outside?”

Zheyuan clenched his fists. “An assassin? Really? You’re being dramatic. It’s not like I wanted to make you sick- ”

“You know you could just apologize, right?”

“Stop interrupting me!” Zheyuan shouted. Dominic blinked. That was rare. Still, he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Yes, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you sick, even if maybe you just fucking deserve it!”

There it was. The rare apology, ruined in the same breath. Zheyuan stormed out and threw a pillow at Dominic with unnecessary force. He caught it, barely, and then a door slammed shut.

Dominic sighed. Another cramp hit. He got up, flushed the toilet, sat down, and farted quietly into the bowl. Nothing else came out. Great.

Eventually, he washed up, stripped to his boxers, and threw on a robe, still nauseous, still exhausted. He dragged the pillow over and collapsed onto the bathroom carpet, curling up on the floor in front of the toilet.

Dominic didn’t even remember when he drifted off. He was curled up on the cold bathroom floor, his arms wrapped loosely around his aching belly. The tile had imprinted faint marks onto his cheek, and the pillow under his head still smelled faintly like Zheyuan’s cologne. Eugh.

What finally woke him from sleep wasn’t the nausea, surprisingly. It wasn’t the dull cramps or the gurgles echoing inside his torso either. It was a voice, barely above a whisper.

“…Roy, go to bed.” A soft hand rested on his shoulder, thumb dragging gently across the fabric of his robe. It wasn’t urgent. It was tired. Muted. And warm in a way that confused him.

“C’mon,” the voice murmured again. This time closer. A warm palm moved from his shoulder to his lower back, fingertips rubbing the exposed skin above his waistband. “You can’t stay here, you’ll be sore in the morning.” Zheyuan’s tone wasn’t sharp. Not snappy. Perhaps because he was tired too?

He blinked slowly, eyelids heavy. “M’okay,” he mumbled. But when he shifted to sit up, Zheyuan’s hand hesitantly moved to support him. “Easy,” he said again, this time softer. The hell?

The lights were turned off behind them and Dominic stumbled a little as he stepped into the hallway, legs still wobbly, head foggy with leftover nausea and exhaustion. He heard a quiet exhale behind him. Zheyuan followed, not close enough to touch anymore though.

Dominic made it to his room and practically collapsed onto his mattress, the robe still loosely wrapped around him. His face was buried into the pillow before he could say a word. But just before the door closed behind him, there was a pause.

A second.

Two.

Then a whisper. Hesitant, slurred.

“I promise… I’m really sorry.”

Dominic didn’t turn around.

Me looking for synonyms for “stood up” for this fic :

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OOOH!that ghost kid thing with the digital circus performers was amazing!!! I cant resist but ask.but can you make a headcanons of the performers would react if spirit kid Y/n is more absent today and suddenly after a while appear with more blood than usual..static noise around them..and points at the group and is like “I know who killed me now…” and poofs again away?? they found out who but as like a scare they prank the characters by making them think maybe one of them did..

I feel evil so- XD

Hope u have a good day!!

I'm glad you liked the hcs! Spooky season may be over, but I'm definitely not done writing spooky content 👻

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Jax

He blinks, and then immediately turns directly to Gangle.

"Oh Gangle, I knew it was you all along. Tsk, tsk." He shakes his head, putting on the cheekiest grin as the ribbon gal cries out that she didn't do anything.

He knows you were just pranking all of them, although he does wonder who really murdered you and how you figured it out.

Given how much you've been disappearing lately, he's sure that it's only a matter of time before your spirit moves on.

Or maybe...you were cursed to forever live inside this game since you had no body to return to.

Then again, he's not sure if any of them do...

All he knows is that during the times he does see you with the group, you seem happier (although the blood and static noises are still prevalent and aren't any less unsettling to see/hear).

Maybe you've already made peace with your existence after solving this huge mystery, content with making dark jokes to cope.

Pomni

At first she's happy..

Then she's utterly terrified once it sinks in that you didn't specify who exactly murdered you.

All you did was point to the group like you were accusing one of them before disappearing for the remainder of the day.

This poor jester can't remember anything for the life of her....so she can't help wondering if she might've been your killer.

You did arrive not long after she did.

After Jax points this out, she's 100% convinced it was her.

Maybe she unknowingly killed you while wearing the headset and this was some sort of eternal punishment.

It's a thought that keeps her up all night (not that she needed sleep to survive, but she was quite exhausted in the morning).

You do end up visiting her to say it was just a little prank. It wasn't anybody in the group and you didn't mean to freak her out this badly.

That brings her a lot of relief.

Although she's not a fan of your morbid humor (not that she'll say anything about it, though).

Gangle

The second you vanish after revealing you knew your killer, everyone looks at each other in confusion

"Th-They didn't say who, though, did they...?" She mutters.

"Right, because they know it was you, Gangs." Jax remarks, causing her to freeze.

She's outright horrified he would even remotely suggest that.

Poor girl's scrambling to justify how she couldn't have possibly killed you when she's been stuck in the game longer than you.

Imagine her awkwardness as Jax openly states that he was in fact kidding around..

He also expresses his doubts she'd even be capable of murder...as he recounts her crying over accidentally stepping on a digital ladybug.

She's not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.

Gangle only fully calms down once you go to her personally and reassure her you were just pranking the group.

Although you'll haunt Jax as payback for trying to throw her under the bus.

Zooble

They just turn to the group and sigh.

"Okay, who did it? Because they've officially given me the f***ing creeps popping in and out like that."

She's strangled Jax on a number of occasions, so they are very much capable of committing violence...

But she has her doubts since you still hang around the group.

Alongside Jax, she quickly sees through your little joke and rolls their eyes when you admit that it was indeed a prank.

She can tolerate your dark humor, knowing you can't help it given your "spooky" theme.

They suspect Caine murdered you since he seemed most alarmed by your arrival. Plus you never spoke to him much.

But no, he actually helped you track down your killer--who abstracted the second they set foot inside the game and got thrown into the cellar.

Zooble never thought she'd see the day where they were actually impressed at Caine's actions.

Kinger

Like Pomni and Gangle...he's probably gonna overthink it and grow distrustful of the others, wondering who did it.

You seemed quite confident and serious in your confession---and scary as hell, too.

He proposes they all discussed it at the dinner table and hold a vote on who to cast out (sorta like a certain video game with a name that sadly slips by him).

Ironically, he refuses to say anything and just....stares uncomfortably at Gangle the entire time.

But before any of the talks could end in fighting or her getting sacrificed to the Gloink Queen...you show up again, looking calmer and less bloody than before.

When you reveal it was just a little prank, Kinger sighs in relief.

"Good heavens, you nearly gave me a second heartattack, [y/n]! Why didn't you just say so?"

"...thought it would be funny."

"........"

"........."

"......AH!! GH-GHOST!!!"

"Aaaand there's "heartattack #2, ladies and gentleman," Jax shakes his head, kicking his feet onto the table with an amused smile.

Ragatha

She's genuinely happy to hear that you knew who your killer was...

Although before she can ask you who, you disappear without warning.

Judging from the way you acted, you were accusing one of them...yet you didn't signal out anybody in particular.

She knows that she couldn't have possibly done it.

So she spends most of the day trying to calm down Pomni and the others (but mostly Pomni) who think they might've somehow accidentally killed you.

It begins to stress her out a little, so she searches for you, and you prank her with something silly.

After making her laugh, you use that opportunity to explain that you were joking with the group earlier, reassuring her that it wasn't any of them and the killer had already abstracted.

Her face falls flat as she realizes you just wanted to see how they would all react.

"[Y/n], that's just...mean." She frowns. "Pomni was freaking out all day, you know."

"Tell her I didn't mean any harm...I guess..nobody here understands my humor."

"I mean I do, but dark humor is more Zooble's and Jax's shticks."

"....true. My bad, Rags."

".....it's okay, dear." She sighs, unable to stay mad at you forever. "I'm just glad you didn't drive yourself insane trying to find them."

[laniemae]

So I think I’ve actually began to process what the fuck happened in the 4th trial so I’m gonna give my pretty late thoughts on it because I thought it was so cool.

(Spoilers under cut)

Welp so I was very, very wrong on my theory lmao. I was so convinced that I was right as I was basically able to tie up every loose end and piece of evidence and come to a satisfying conclusion with what I had but the one thing that got me in a completely different direction was assuming the killer wrote the note. Like I was thinking a lot since Hiroaki has mentioned using the sewing room a lot and since he’s always in there and from salvation game everyone knows he has insomnia I figured that the sewing room would be a strange place to stage a suicide in. Which I can definitely see where I was going at then but I don’t think I would’ve ever predicted the battery door trap even if I assumed Watari was responsible for all of this.

Watari and Hama are so interesting as a victim and killer despite how set I was on Ojima killing Yanagi this chapter. I love how this trial feels familiar yet fresh with the danganronpa format of the 4th trial being some sort of suicide/self sacrifice and really sad but in the way tetro does it is so cool. God Hama is such a tragic killer, like he’s not even a killer he’s on the same level as Chiaki being bated into killing someone unknowingly from someone else’s suicide plan. The whole parallels with Harada and Chiba are something I think about a lot with this case especially with how it links the whole tiger trio together in death. With Harada he had no intentions of killing Chiba at all and it was an accident when Sawa killed her, in similar fashion to Hama. But where things diverge is how Harada was willing to cover up the evidence and set up the scene with intention of getting everyone else killed in the trial and use that opportunity to escape. He’s really not all that innocent and Hama’s thoughts on him are quite mixed as well, especially since he was only calling out to Chiba at the end. But in Hama’s case he had no clue that he committed an accidental murder and the despair he must’ve felt where the students are getting close to solving at and realising Hama was the only one who could’ve done it. Also with canon parallels I’m also thinking about Gonta where he committed a murder and forgot about it.

Hama’s prayer at the end just absolutely killed me and how we know he believes he’s already going to hell from especially what he’s done and ended up in prison. Even being bated by Watari into killing her the sheer guilt from what had happened and how it’s hard to believe she would do something like that hits so hard. And god I absolutely loved how in the execution it technically failed somewhat, where Hama managed to break his arm out of one of the restraints. But instead of using that opportunity to remove himself from the execution he just prayed and WIAJORNAKSNQOANAOANK.

Watari is also such an interesting victim with her Nagito style plan and her motives specifically. I feel a lot of people trash on her for trying to sacrifice everyone and have Hama escape knowing that he technically killed someone but I think there’s more to that. What Watari did isn’t too different from a regular killer killing to escape and sacrificing everyone else, although she wasn’t the person who she planned to get out. Even though Watari was highly sociable and peppy aside from Okazaki she wasn’t really too close to anyone in the killing game. And after she got executed for killing two people and Watari’s inner conflict of wanting to understand her but feeling extremely betrayed she began to spiral a lot. I can imagine her death also being driven by a lot of suicidal intent rather than a pure sacrifice, and perhaps she figured to do it in that way to save Hama as well. And how she specifically picked Hama over any other student. She was the closest to him out of any of the students so that makes sense. But with how religious Hama is and from everything that happened even if he was able to escape being tricked into killing Watari like that would’ve been an insane burden to put on his life.

Another thing I was thinking about a lot is that in a way Watari has quite a lot of parallels with Yanagi in the 1st trial. Yanagi was completely willing to give up his own life in order to save Sasaki and sacrifice everyone else in the trial. He didn’t directly orchestrate the murder and there are a few things that are different but how both of them are completely willing to sacrifice themselves and everyone else to save a single other person is something that’s really interesting to me.

And for other aspects of this trial that aren’t exactly involved with Watari and Hama. Hiroaki’s attitude comes off as really interesting even with how far he’s developed since chapter 1 he is still very willing to accuse people on a whim and he essentially goes into a completely different mindset in trials than in daily life, but he’s still notably considerably less harsh to Ojima than he is to everyone else, kinda why I was suspecting Ojima to be the chapter 4 killer. Hasegawa really took control of the trial here and was crucial to leading the conversation in the right direction. It’s interesting seeing how everything has changed about him after Kamimura’s death and unlike Hiroaki who’s also a major aspect of trials Hasegawa prefers to take things at a slower pace and figure out the method itself, and this trial really highlights that.

So yeah some of my thoughts on the chapter 4 trial. It feels so hard to process we have only 7 students remaining and a lot of these people I wouldn’t have expected to make this far. But now we’ve only got chapter 5 and are approaching the finale soon so we just have to see where it goes from here.

[givemeanaccountalready]

Points of Origin & Paths to Take (Part 1)

1

Milgram sure does love its pairs, and boy do I have some thoughts on the matter. Namely, what I think connects each pair of prisoners and predictions for their third trial videos (and Kotoko’s second trial song since Mikoto’s second video just dropped).

I am not the first person to say this and I won’t be the last, but I think I figured out how the prisoners are paired: it’s under the broadest definition of their underlying motives. And unsurprisingly, their motives seem to guide the path they take at Milgram. I was worried that Mikoto’s “Double” would throw me for a loop, but it’s confirming my feelings instead.

All of the motives seem to be driven by the absence of something in the prisoners’ lives that led up to them committing their respective murders. This is how I think the motives are paired:

Haruka and Yuno: the absence of love

Fuuta and Muu: the absence of connection

Shidou and Mahiru: the absence of knowledge

Kazui and Amane: the absence of authenticity

Mikoto and Kotoko: the absence of accountability

These definitions are a bit broad but I will explain in each section. For each pair, the motives start out along a central idea, and then branch out in different directions that foil each other in some way.

Haruka & Yuno: the Absence of Love

"If you forgive this sin, you're as good as an accomplice / I'm alone and lonely, please give me love"

"I feel emptiness inside me, we agreed to seek each other out / I wish I could do something about it, FUTURE!"

-"Undercover"

(I feel like I said a lot about Haruka already when I did my 'Haruka is Peter Pan but not the Disney one' comparison a while back.)

Haruka is the easier of the two to pin down for this motive. The line played over Haruka's introduction in "Undercover" says it outright. It is also clear during the first trial that he wants to someone to love and take care of him even though he sees himself as bad or useless. Haruka craves affection, and in turn, validation. Despite Es striking him, Haruka can’t stop smiling because Es has focused their attention on him and swore that they wouldn’t be scared off by what Haruka did. That they are going to focus on him until the very end. I think this is probably when Haruka decided that Es would serve as his new mother figure. Es has promised not to leave him; unlike his mother, who did leave him behind when Haruka became undesirable.

During the second interrogation, Haruka admits that he killed his victim to get his mother’s attention back to him, thinking that she’d love him again like she used to. Before this, Es had pointed out that there still are two trials left to go and asked why Haruka is acting like he has been fully absolved. Haruka is rather volatile during this part of the interrogation, and accuses Es of bullying him. He then goes on to revoke Es’s status as his mother and gives the title to Muu. Es, like most people in their shoes would be, is confused and asks what the fuck is Haruka going on about. Unbeknownst to Es, his promise to Haruka and his forgiveness from the first trial solidified them as Haruka’s new mother figure, and Haruka is now taking condemnation for what he did as Es behaving as his mother did. He is not doing this betrayal shit a second time. Muu and him became close during the inter-trial period, and since she still likes him even though he still perceives himself as a useless, good-for-nothing, she now gets the mother title. Now, I don't like Muu but for her sake, I really hope this doesn’t come back to bite her in the ass. Prisoners cannot fight while Es is awake, but Muu loses that protection once the second trial is finished and Es falls asleep again. I doubt she'd cut ties with him if he doesn't succeed in killing himself to avenge her Guilty verdict, but I could see her accidentally making a throwaway comment that could trigger his volatile side.

Yuno is a tad harder to pin down because heaven forbid our girlboss say it outright like Haruka, but I do think the absence of love in her life led to her choices both before and during Milgram. I don’t think she was abused or intentionally neglected like Haruka was (he is at least the latter), but I do think she was trying to find herself by becoming a sex worker. Let me explain, I don’t think Yuno loathes herself and did sex work to fill a void of some sort. I think she wanted to explore different facets of herself, enjoys sex and dating, and decided to make a little money off her unorthodox journey of self discovery. Yuno does not care what other people think, and she seems to be trying to find the version of herself that she likes best.

“Teardrop” emphasizes her not caring about external validation. Yuno does not shy away from what she did before coming away to Milgram and is angry when the audience tries to take her autonomy from her by saying she had no choice or was manipulated into it. Her actions were her choices that she made because she wanted to. She chose to put on a mask and be the girl each of her clients wanted, and she’ll spit in the faces of those who say her sense of self was so weak she was easily manipulated into. She's stated in both of her interrogations that she does not care if she is condemned for what she did, but she does care about losing her agency.

Yuno is perceptive and socially intelligent. While she may find wearing a mask for too long to be bothersome (like when she talks to Mikoto about letting his guard down and being less self-conscious or breaks the happy-go-lucky act in her first interrogation), she understands the reasoning behind them (she know why Kazui lies so much and that there are people like Kotoko who take their first impression of someone as infallibly right which could spell harm for her). She knows sex work, adultery, and the like are looked down on and that society tends to come down harder on those scandalous things compared to other acts, so her sex work is hidden. (I’m not sure if Yuuko Kashigawa is the alias she gave to just the doctor who performed her abortion or the name she used for when she was with clients).

So, what does this mean for Trial 3? We know that the prisoners’ next song depends on the previous trial’s verdict. Haruka went from Innocent to Guilty while Yuno received her second Innocent verdict. Neither are going to be pleased. Haruka will be angry because he’ll see it as another betrayal by Es, while Yuno, might still see the Innocent verdict as Es continuing to not take her seriously/not respecting that she is a person capable of making her own decisions.

If you compare their Trial 1 songs to their Trial 2 songs, both Haruka and Yuno become more explicit about what they’ve done. And the explicitness seems to be in response to how they interpreted their Innocent verdicts.

In “Weakness” we get to see teenage Haruka kill something offscreen with a rock. Young Haruka is horrified by the blood on his hands, but the blood is censored by crayon scribbles. The most violent thing we see is Haruka strangle his younger self, but we don’t see him finish the act. No bodies, human or animal, are in his first music video. He seems ashamed of what he’s done. The Innocent verdict seems to validate him (which he seems to take as love), and so jn “All-Knowing All Agony” he doesn’t hide what he’s done. We see him launch a chair through the fish tank and watch them flop on the ground. We see animals that he has presumably killed, ranging from butterflies to dogs. We see him stand up and beam while the things he’s killed litter the ground, and for a split second at the end, we see him strangle somebody. Our “love” gave him a kind of strength he didn’t have before and now he’s excitedly showing off what he’s done. He’s like a little kid showing off his new skill for the adults. I think in Trial 3, Haruka is going to take his Guilty verdict personally and I think he’s going to try and win back our “love” (pity) by showing how he got so screwed up he ended up killing someone. He equates pity with love and validation with acceptance and encouragement, so I don't think he'll close himself off from Es, and by extension, us, entirely. He killed to win back his mother’s love, you think he won’t show worse to win back ours?

As for Yuno, “Teardrop” is her middle finger to the “poor girl” assumptions people made. It’s as if she’s saying, “Oh, you love the ideal me so much, right? How about now? Do you still love me, or just your overrated, ideal me?” We see her accept money in return for her services and dressed in lingerie, we see her in several scenarios where it is implied that she either had or is about to have sex with a client, we see her show off those different facets of herself and stand proudly beside them. Unfortunately, at least with the Western audience, she’s been met with a resounding “Girlboss, slay queen” rather than the condemnation she wanted/expected for showing off her true self. She’s going to be even more pissed with us and she is more likely going to be even more direct so the other shoe can finally drop (get the rejection she expects to receive).

These are just my thoughts on these two and what I think is going to happen next. That’s a lot of spinning my wheels for just these two, so I’m going to be breaking this thing up into segments. Next up is Fuuta and Muu.

2 / 3 / 4 / 5

[negative-speedforce]

Sorry I'm late in sending this I was running some errands

How does (canon character) feel about your OC? [Barry and Cisco]

Which canon character annoys your OC?

Which canon character does your OC not respect at all? Why?

Who has your OC made cry?

What is your OC’s redemption moment?

For Siv and Onnie please? (I love putting these two together so I can compare them >:) )

How does (canon character) feel about your OC? [Barry and Cisco]

Siv: Cisco trusts Siv a lot more than Barry does, since Siv kinda grew up in STAR Labs, hanging around and doing homework while their dad was working, and he was almost like an uncle to her. He knows them a lot better than some of the others.

Barry, on the other hand? His strict moral code and her playing fast and loose with the law don't mix well, and he sees them as being volatile and dangerous (which tbh is kinda true). She doesn't like him much either. Plus, they barely even know each other.

Onnie: Cisco has trouble differentiating the Onnie who he met when she was a sweet kid, and the jaded metahuman mobster who now rules part of Central City's criminal underworld. He hopes to encounter them someday, to try to talk some sense into them (it probably won't work).

Barry, on the other hand? Eobard framed him for Gina's death, and even if Onnie logically knows that Barry is innocent and Eobard is the real killer, it feels good to have someone to direct that rage at who won't beat you to the brink of death at the slightest provocation. He's honestly kinda scared of her.

Which canon character annoys your OC?

Siv: By far, Barry Allen. His strict "No Killing" rule has been the cause of so many of her problems, at least in their opinion, since after he lets villains escape and gives them second chances (especially Eobard), they often become Siv's problem. She'd like to be able to grab his shoulders and give him a good shaking, but unfortunately, they're too short.

Onnie: General Wade Eiling. He's a manipulative bastard who's tried to partner with her father multiple times, and they see that as a threat to their power. He's not dangerous to her, not with their level of power, but he's definitely a nuisance.

Which canon character does your OC not respect at all? Why?

Siv: Eobard. He may be her father, but she doesn't give a shit about that. He's also a superpowered serial killer, and while Siv isn't above a little killing of their own, they see their kills as mostly justified (except for the accidental ones), while Eobard's are random and often petty. He has no respect for human life.

Onnie: Barry Allen. She blames him for Gina's murder, and while years before they uncovered the truth, that Eobard was behind the killing, she's too scared of her dad to do anything about it, and prefers to direct her anger towards Barry. She also sees him as a useless goodie-two-shoes, who doesn't do much other than get in their way.

Who has your OC made cry?

Siv: Eobard, mostly. Siv doesn't cry much- most of her tears are tears of frustration or anger.

Onnie: See above. Eobard is an asshole.

What is your OC’s redemption moment?

Siv: When they hit rock bottom, and not even Jay is willing to help her anymore. Essentially, Siv dives deeper and deeper into cynicism, misanthropy, and self-destruction, slowly pushing away everyone she loves while committing worse and worse crimes, until finally, Jay has to realize that at this point in time, Siv's a bad friend and being around her is actively hurting him. They make up eventually, but it's at that point that she realizes that she's hit rock bottom, and the only way out is up.

Onnie: The imminent destruction of the multiverse. Though it's more a "Because I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!" moment, it leads into Onnie's greater domestication arc (is it a redemption arc? idk, but she definitely gets less feral so we're gonna call it the domestication arc). She figures out a way to trap her earth in a pocket dimension, and though using herself as a power conduit to do so almost kills her, it works in the end, and E-2002 is saved.

[heaven-s-black-box]

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Recovery date: July 6th, 2020

Description: Ema X ___ meeting Lana

Notes: An entry from my 2020 research project into the universe of Ace Attorney. You can find the next entry here.

Word count: 724

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“You feeling okay?” Ema asked, shoving a handful of snackoos in her mouth, “You’ve been quieter than usual, and I honestly didn’t think that was possible.” She laughed a little.

“I will be alright, I was merely thinking of how this evening will go. You also seem to be quite nervous, that is your second bag since we left the hotel.”

Ema looked down at her bag before mumbling something about hunger and turning to look out the taxi window. Nahyuta and her were sitting in the back of the taxi on their way to Lana’s apartment for dinner. He was right to think Ema was nervous about her sister meeting him, but it wasn’t for the reason he thought. Ema had never really had any relationships before, much less ones she talked to her sister about, and definitely not as serious as this. Between Lana being cold, and living abroad, she’d never really introduced Lana to any boyfriends.

Nahyuta on the other hand, believed her nervousness was due to his past. After all, who would want their younger sister dating a man who had falsely convicted many, not to mention everything else he’d done. He cast a quick glance at Ema to see her looking at her phone.

“Okay so, we’re meeting Lana at her place then going to a restaurant.” Nahyuta raised an eyebrow in confusion which she noticed when she looked up. “Turns out she figured I could meet her girlfriend and her girlfriend's brother now. You know, get all the introductions out of the way at once.”

“I did not know your sister was in a relationship.”

“Same here, but she thinks we’ll like her. Apparently almost everyone at this dinner is in the same boat of doing stupid things for loved ones… And we know this mysterious girlfriend’s brother.” Nahyuta nodded before freezing.

“How-how much have you told your sister about me?”

“Hm? Oh everything… she was part of the reason I got the courage to confess to you, heh. Why?”

“And she has no problem with you dating me?” Ema frowned.

“Is that why you’ve been so nervous,” he looked away from her and she started laughing, “Don’t worry about it. Like I said, everyone at this dinner, well except for me, is in the same boat. When we get there, ask her about the SL-9 incident. It’s a bit of a sore spot still, but I’m sure she’ll tell you about it.” Ema leaned into him.

As soon as they’d gotten out of the taxi, they found Lana leaving her apartment. She waved them over, and they headed to the restaurant. The sister’s sat in the front, catching up, while Nahyuta sat silently in the back. When they pulled into the parking lot, Ema frowned.

“Really? Whet Soba, why here?”

“I let Aura pick,” she laughed, as they stepped out of the car. Ema stopped halfway around the car.

“Aura? As in Aura Blackquill? As in the twisted samurai’s sister?” Lana nodded, chuckling to herself. “Hey Nahyuta, you got nothing to be worried about. We’re having dinner with a bunch of crazies!”

“Ema,” Lana scolded, swatting at her. “But she’s right, if you’re nervous about your past, we won’t judge you. We’ve all done some pretty crazy things,” they started to the entrance, “I tried to take a murder charge because I believed Ema had accidentally killed someone. Simon was put on death row because he took the blame for a murder he believed his mentor’s daughter had committed,  and Aura… kind of held the cosmos space center hostage to find out who actually killed Simon’s mentor and her ex-girlfriend. You’ll fit right in.” She finished as she held the door open for the two.

The three stepped in and looked around until Ema spotted purple and black hair. She waved the other two to follow her, and as they got closer, they heard the siblings bickering.

“Be nice tonight dumbass.”

“Why should I be nice to the sad monk?”

“Because,” Lana cut in as the three rounded the booth and took their seats, Nahyuta and Simon glared at each other, “if all goes well you two will be brothers.” Ema’s face turned beat red and Aura burst out laughing.

This would be an interesting night, and Ema slowly began to dread Lana’s meeting with queen Amara.

[acacius-asks]

Basic oc info!!!!

im still working on character references so have Acacius's backstory but summarized + some facts/headcanons :3

So y'know how the gaurdians of positivity and negativity (nightmare and dream) were created bc some dudes decided to steal apples from the tree?? so basically those apples ended up in Acacius's au somehow, and an evil scientist got their hands on it (cue shocked cat emoji) they start doing silly experiments, MEANWHILE!!!!! 14 yr old Acacius gets into an accident and goes comatose with near-guaranteed death, his mother (Anastasia) freaks tf out and somehow ends up meeting the scientist, the scientist is like "yo if u let me experiment on ur child I'll figure out how to keep them alive" Anastasia is desperate to keep her child alive so she agrees and boom!!1 the acacius we know is born (they do not remember anything lol) Anastasia being their literal mother basically automatically as she has her first interaction with her child realizes this and once again, freaks out. she ends up (along with the other scientists who are helping with the project) lying to acacius (+ other test subjects) and being like "aahahaha! no these experiments are good because they'll help humanity!" (they will not)

obivously, eventually acacius figures out it's a lie (funnily enough, he figures it out by stealing the key to Anastasias journals that date the experiments, along with one journal being a long ongoing diary), and their world literally breaks. Acacius freaks out, and in a frenzy, ends up getting their hands on a box cutter that they end up using to kill the scientists (including Anastasia) obviously, this interaction has spurred A LOT of negativity, so Nightmare goes to investigate so y'know. ppl won't be massacred by the JR. he finds a child covered in blood with a knife and some books in whats basically a hospital gown and is like. "bro wtf happened here" and acacius just like. hands him the books as an explanation bro reads thru them and is like !?!?!?? nightmare doesn't really know what to do so he just like brings acacius to him and his roommates house

Nightmare ends up keeping Acacius around because he assumes the murders were accidental and due to the reaction of heavy emotions and conflicting positive and negative energies (that's what the experiments were based around) and nightmare doesn't really want something like that happening again. But also...none of them rly know how to take care of a kid so Randy ends up helping a lot LOL

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fun fact time!!!!!

Acacius already knows basic math + how to read (they were taught how in the lab). he knows literally nothing else though

She has a lot of trouble with morally grey things due to limited exposure to the outside world, so she views the JR as evil

Acacius is technically 27, but she's still mentally 13/14 due to her losing all her memories

Acacius uses any pronouns!

due to trauma, despite being conscious during quite a few experiments Acacius doesn't remember them. He also hardly remembers the actual incident where Nightmare found him

they're very quiet most of the time and never really ask for anything

Error taught them how to sew and knit! they made their own clothes, keeping to a "princely" theme (Japanese ouji fashion, for reference! specifically the gothic subtype)

Cross buys Acacius books. he struggled a lot at the beginning because they showed no interest in anything, so there weren't any interests to reference off of. He eventually figured out that they like overly convoluted fantasy books and warrior cats.

Nightmare fully believes that the murders Acacius committed were fully an accident due to their subdued, gentle and kind nature (they were on purpose, they believed it was for the better of humanity, however it was definitely a decision made under the influence of conflicting energies)

Acacius often spends a lot of time with Randy (especially at the beginning, due to the meme trios very limited experience with kids)

They're fairly strong and have a high pain tolerance due to the experiments conducted on them

Originally, due to positive and negative energies heavily conflicting, Acacius had a lot of mood swings, but after Nightmare gifted her a pendant that keeps the energies more at bay, the mood swings mostly died down

(just a note, if it isn't clear, the scientist who conducted the experiments was experimenting on Acacius with positive and negative energies, aka; the apples the scientist got their hands on)

anyways thanks for reading if you have!!! I know this is cringe and cliche but this entire thing is super self indulgent soo :3

[jssj22]

Our Third Show

Our third show was about two detectives figuring out who was commiting murders. One of the detectives was the one accidentally killing people.

Out of respect for the victims we have decided not to share any of the photos of the crime scene.

Here is JS in some very large shoes (definitely not related to how people died at all)

[jokenotfunny]

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲?

synopsis : reader is an individual with powers she doesn’t quite understand. she’s overcome with despair of her and her friends’ failure and her boyfriend eddie’s “death”. so in a fit of rage, her powers go beserk, and she accidentally turns the town of hawkins into a collection of her favorite sitcoms.

stanger things x reader (wandavision! au)

future warnings : swearing, emotional (mainly angry) reader, confused eddie, plotting grandma. i don’t really know what other warnings to put other than swearing and manipulation (?) �� so we’ll just have to see

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2 days later

“it’s been less than 48 hours since a 7.4 magnitude earthquake rocked the quaint town lf Hawkins, 80 miles outside of indianapolis, in an event that seismologists are caling “a natural disaster of near unprecedented scale.”

you distantly heard the newscaster on the t.v. say, as you walked past your grandmother and mother in the living room, watching it.

“the death toll stands at 22. but with hundreds more filling roane county hospitals and many more still missing, officials expect those numbers to rise.” he continued

“mom turn this off, she doesn’t need this right now.” you heard your mother, attempt to whisper to your grandmother, but to no avail.

“i’m just waiting for the good stuff to come on, y/m/n, no need to throw a fit.” your grandmother responded nonchalantly.

“mother, you know for a fact, all of the channels are going to be taking about just this, for who knows how long!” your mother scolded her.

“look, the quicker she-“

“this is only the latest tragedy to befall this once-safe town. most recently, a string of high school student were killed in a series of ritualistic murders, which have been linked to a local satanic cult known as “hellfire.” their bickering was cut off by the man continuing. the next words escaping his mouth, making all three of you stop in your tracks.

“eddie munson, the leader of this cult and prime suspect in the murders, has been missing since the earthquake and is presumed dead. but this offers little comfort to the people of hawkins, who are scared, angry, and searching for answers.” he finished.

with the flick of your mother’s hand the t.v. shut off, as she glared at your grandmother, silence filling the house. a slam broke the silence, along with the sounds of heavy footsteps leaving the kitchen, and the front door opening and slamming behind you as you exited the house.

“let’s hope she doesn’t go kill him.” your grandmother said nonchalantly, sipping her tea. “he’s only the messenger after all.”

“mom, i really do wish you could be sympathetic about this. her boyfriend not only died, but he’s also being accused of murders he didn’t commit.” your mother sighed, getting up to watch you from the window, as you got into your car and drove to god knows where.

“i don’t know why they even think that, the boy cried when a bee flew near him once, and yet think he could do something like that? please.” your grandmother scoffed. “he was a pain in the ass, but he was no murderer that’s for certain.”

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sunday , march 2, 1986 | 2:24 a.m.

“you know when we graduate sweetheart, and run like hell out of here, i’m definitely taking you with me.” eddie whispered, rubbing your back, as you two laid in your bed.

“is that so? i figured you’d be too good for everyone and eveything in this town at that point.” you joked, lifting your head off of his chest to look at him.

“never you. and maybe those sheep of ours can join us too.” he said.

“eddie, i’m pretty sure that’s kidnapping.” you laughed softly.

“yeah i actually think so too. besides, i don’t think “king”steve would appreciate stealing his children from him.” he laughed.

“so what are your grand plans for us mr. munson? you know i need organization in advance.” you joked again,

“well mrs. munson, first we’ll buy a house in a small town-“

“you? settled in a small town? i’m shocked!” you look at him in fake horror, making him roll his eyes, and playfully push you away from him.

“just for that, now i’m not continuing.” he fake pouted and rolled to face away from you.

“okay, okay i’m sorry baby.” you held him from behind now, kissing his cheek. “keep going, please?”

“the small town thing’s for you. so we can live out your crazy, dick van dyke, bewitched, good times, brady bunch, sabrina the teena-“ he started listing all the shows you’ve made him watch.

“okay, i get it! i like a lot of shows, sue me!” you giggle, smushing his face together.

“but yeah we can do all of those things, i mean the bewitched and sabrina one may be kinda hard seeing that you aren’t a witch but, i’ve already got the evil mother-in-law, trying to get rid of me thing going so how far off can it get.” he cheekily said, once he successfully moved your hand, scooting down to lay his head in your lap, as you sat up to lean against the headboard.

“my mother loves you though?” you leaned over him confusedly, purposely not acknowledging the other thing he said.

“yeah i know. i’m talking ‘bout your grandmother, i mean i swear i can feel her burning a hole in the back of my neck whenever i turn away from her.” he winced.

you froze remembering the time he let you put his hair up, and as he walked away from you and your grandmother at the kitchen table, she stared daggers into him until he jumped, swearing that the back of his neck was on fire for a second.

“you’re an idiot.” you laughed nervously, running your fingers through his hair.

“and we can have our own little tabitha too.” he smiled.

“you want kids after we graduate?” you asked incredulously.

“well not just yet, but i’m sure yours can visit.” he nonchalantly said

“mine?”

“yeah, these two!” he exclaimed picking up a framed photo on your dresser of you, el and will before they moved away.

“she can be your tabitha, and he’ll be my all-seeing/knowing son.” he joked, putting the picture back.

it’s scary how accurate he can be sometimes.

as you can tell, eddie wasn’t aware of your family’s… lineage at this point. you wanted to tell him, really you did, but you knew you wouldn’t unless it was absolutely necessary. you’d been involved with the events of the upside down since the year will was taken, in fact that’s how the kids found out. then max found out, robin, and at this point you didn’t want anyone else knowing, even if it was your own boyfriend, in case it put him in danger. that all changed quicker than you thought it would, though.

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saturday, march 22, 1986 | reefer rick’s cabin

after everyone left to follow the cop cars, you volunteered to stay with eddie, and try to console him. so how it turned into a full-blown screaming match, was beyond you.

“so you’re telling me, that you’ve been dealing with shit like this, for three years! three! and didn’t want to tell me?! we’ve been dating for two! which means all those times you blew me off for days on end, was because of this shit?!” he paced around frantically.

“yes, eddie. can you please calm down?!” you sighed.

“calm down?! my girlfriend could’ve died on countless different occasions and you want me to calm down! what, they would’ve just fed me the same bullshit that they did to that one girl’s parents?!

“yes eddie, i do want you to calm down because if you haven’t noticed you’re in hiding! do you want people to hear you?! and nobody would’ve told you anything because i wasn’t and am not going to die!”

“why didn’t you just tell me? is it because you think i’m weak?” he suddenly got offended.

“what? no! eddie, it’s complicated okay! we don’t just go around really telling people about it! they just find out!

he groaned, still pacing around.

“eddie, i’m going to tell you something.”

“oh, now you wanna tell me stuff.” he scoffed, going to sit down on a crate, but before he could it disappeared from under him and he fell to the ground.

“what the hell?” he muttered looking around for it before seeing it sitting at your feet. “how did tha-“

“i don’t appreciate your attitude with me right now.” you pouted, crossing your arms.

“i-i don’t understand how that was just right here- and then.” he stammered

“i’m a witch, eddie.” you sighed, transporting it back to him.

there were a lot of reactions you expected from him at this point, but him laughing hysterically was not one of them. you just stared at him not really knowing what to say. after he stopped, he dragged the crate to where you were standing and sat down on it, sighing he pulled you to sit on his lap.

“you know, out of all the things i’ve heard today that actually makes the most sense.” he whispered, dropping his head on your shoulder.

“really?”

“oh yeah. i mean, i knew those magic tricks had something to them, and wait-“ he cut himself off, looking at you. “does that mean that your family is too?”

“yeah…why?” you asked quietly.

“well then your grandmother makes a whole lot more sense.” he started laughing, remembering all the times he felt like she did something to him, but couldn’t figure out what.

“so. can i show you some things?” you asked hopefully.

“uhh yes? please? i promise i’ll be much more understanding than that stupid darrin!” he urged, referencing bewitched.

you spent the rest of that day, keeping his mind occupied, and away from all the vecna madness.

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march 25, 1986 | hawkins hospital

you walked down the bright hallways, carrying a bouqet of carnations, narrowly avoiding bumping into frantic nurses and families trying to get back to their loved ones. as you stopped outside of the room you were told, you heard the sound of lucas’ voice, reciting stephen king’s “the talisman”.

not wanting to lose your nerve, you quietly knock on the door, entering slowly. lucas and erica looked surprised to see you, being that you had just up and disappeared after max was checked into the hospital.

“hey, guys.” you said quietly, as you walked to max’s bedside and set the flowers, down. looking down at her you brushed some of her hair away from her face, and turned to look at the two.

“are you guys okay? i’m sorry, i haven’t been here.“ your voice cracked as you squeezed lucas’ shoulders and gave erica a hug.

before you could continue, you were cut off by the two tackling you into a hug.

“we’re fine.” erica responded.

“you’re here now.” lucas whispered

“yeah, we didn’t know if you’d ever come back.”

“did they say when she’d wake up?” you asked, looking at max.

“no.” lucas whispered, making eye contact with erica, leaving out the part where the doctors said she might not at all.

“oh, okay. well just call me when she does, i’ll be right over.” you said squeezing them one last time, before heading back towards the door.

“i love you guys, i’ll see you later, okay?” you said, leaving before they could respond.

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you were originally going to go to the high school, and help everyone down there, but instead found yourself driving past it, and a little further into town, where there wasn’t any wreck or openings in the ground. as you drove you looked up at the sky passed the windshield and at the red and black clouds. you were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts, by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“go away, i don’t want to talk to you.” you sighed, looking away from the woman in the rearview mirror.

“you know we can make this better.” the woman said nonchalantly.

“no, we can’t do anything, so just go away, you’re irritating me.” you started to get annoyed.

“you realize that you just called yourself irritating, right?” she said crossing her arms and smirking.

“yes, i do.”

“you know you’re really self-deprecating now. it’s depressing.” she sighed.

“are you trying to make me feel bad about what i did? because i’ll have you know that i don’t.” you said looking back at her for a second.

she didn’t say anything.

“what do you want?” you said, now whining.

“i want you to let me back in.”

“aww what’s wrong are you lonely?” you joked before straightening up and saying. “absolutely not.”

“do you truly think that separating from apart of yourself was the right thing to do?”

“yes! because you can’t control yourself, and you just fuck everything up!” you yelled.

“we can restore everything.” she said, climbing between the front and passenger seat and into the latter.

“we need to kill vecna.” you responded.

“don’t you deserve a break? all of you? you’re sad and you all deserve to be happy.” she said, repeating something you’d said before.

“don’t twist my words around! okay, i’m not sad, i’m angry! angry that we lost, and angry that i couldn’t do anything about it!” you seethed.

“and we can’t take breaks, you know that. vecna’s gonna strike at any point now, and we need to be prepared.” you tried to calm down, not wanting to crash.

“you can do something about it now, but you’re choosing not to!” she hissed at you.

“you know what! fine, i’ll indulge you. what is this grand plan you have to restore everything. “ you asked faux interested.

“do you trust me?” she asked seriously, ignoring your sarcasm.

“barely.” you said looking over at her again suspiciously before turning your eyes back to the road.

“i guess that works.” she said flippantly before reaching over and covering your eyes.

“what the hell are you doing?!”

“shhh i’m fixing what you won’t, you’ll thank me later i swear. now sleep.”

the last thing you heard was your “doppelgänger’s” chuckles before everything soon went completely dark and silent for you.

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you woke up to a cacaphony of voices above and around you, all echoing and making your head hurt.

“is she breathing? i don’t think she’s breathing!” you heard a muffled voice from next to you.

“steve back up! all she’ll be able to inhale is you, if you don’t give her some space!” another, albeit, clearer voice sounded from behind you. almost like robin?

“her eyes are moving underneath her eyelids, maybe she’s waking up.” you heard… max? say.

you groaned as you finally opened your eyes, before quickly shutting them back, and squinting, trying to get used to the bright light around you.

“i’m okay, but what the hell is happening?” you asked trying to sit up.

“shh it’s okay, we just came in and found you on the ground, then brought you to the couch.” dustin said, trying to calm you down.

“what? dustin i was in my car, and where did you all come from anyways, what are you talking about?”

“we just found you here. your door was wide open and someone could’ve came in and-“ lucas started before being cut off.

“lucas you’re being dramatic.” erica said, making you open your eyes to finally look at the people around you.

“erica shut up!” he hissed back at her.

“okay you two are both being dramatic now!” steve chimed in before everybody started to go back and forth.

as they all started to drown each other out with jabs and insults towards each other, you could only look at one person.

“max? is that you? are you okay?! when did you- when did you wake up?” you asked her all at once, pulling her towards you into a hug.

“umm what are you talking about? how hard did you hit your head?” she asked pulling back to see if she could see if you’d gone crazy.

as you finally took the time to really look at what appeared to be your friends, you realized that something was just off about it. then quickly remembering the last interaction you had.

“shh you’ll thank me later i swear! now sleep.” you remembered the other version of you said, before doing something to you. you quietly gasped realizing that she let herself back in with you and did something drastic, your memories now merging with hers.

all you remembered were glimpses of you going to the middle of town, having some sort of breakdown, yelling something about how much pain you were in before everything went red, then you woke up here.

“babe, are you okay? you’re acting kind of weird.” a voice you never thought you’d hear again, said from your living room doorway.

“eddie?….i-is that really you? are you really here?” you asked quickly standing up, feeling like you were in a whirlwind.

“yeah..? where else would i be? are you sure you’re okay?” he asked holding his hands out for you.

now when eddie saw you slowly walking towards him, he thought you were going to hug him real tight, maybe even kiss him! because for some reason he couldn’t remember the last time you did either of those.

so imagine his surprise when he saw the now enraged look on your face, heard the shouts of protest from your friends, and the last thing he saw was the sight of your fist quickly swinging through the air, and straight into the right side of his jaw, before everything went black.

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a/n : not eddie thinking that shit he pulled would just slip past you 😭 this took me so fucking long i’m actually not alright. i wrote this to try and jumpstart my brain for ideas for “we’re going to summer camp bitches” and my “eddie x 007! reader” works but it really didn’t 😐

@floralenvu @pinkfeatherboarry

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I accidentally deleted 2000 words of story for poor Soundwave last night and had to rewrite everything but tbh, they’re absolutely worthit.  Their armor definitely makes me want to experiment with Celtic motifs for Hot Rod!

Full story below.

Suraya Widodo was born to parents Wijaya and Ni Made Saraswati on the island of Madura, Indonesia. They noticed that something didn’t quite seem right with their baby, who was fussier than most, threw fits when brought into crowded spaces and seemed mostly lost in their own thoughts, though this did little to dampen their love.

The name ‘Widodo’ (healthy) was given to Suraya (despite the masculine nature of it, which does lend to Suraya’s nonchalance about their gender in later years) in hopes that they would grow up alright despite their quirks.

Wijaya, a fisherman who wanted to give his family a better life in the more industrialized town of Bangkalan west of the island, pushed himself hard at his work, hoping to earn enough to allow them to settle down there comfortably.

He began to risk venturing out into ocean areas which were occasionally used as smuggling routes where more lucrative catches laid, careful to fish there during specific times to the day to avoid crossing paths with pirates and smugglers.

However, his luck ran out one day when a smuggling vessel came across him in broad daylight and silenced him from alerting the coast guards to their existence with five shots.

Suraya was five.

Saraswati, desperate to find a way to care for her child as the new breadwinner thought she had gotten lucky when a job scouter for a factory in Bangkalan came to the village. They were looking to offer work to single mothers as part of their corporate responsibility programme and extended the offer of employment to her and promised a hostel and training so she wasn’t out of her depth in the assembly line.

Seeing it as the best option, she left Suraya with her husband’s family while she worked and lived in a worker’s hostel on weekdays and returned to see Suraya every weekend.

She would give money to the family to care for Suraya in her absence, which was crucial since they weren’t fond of Saraswati (they had not agreed to Wijaya’s marriage) and found Suraya’s odd behavior off-putting and claims of ‘hearing voices’ potentially a sign of mental illness (which was fodder for them to demand even more money from Saraswati with the excuse that Suraya was a handful).

This routine continued until Saraswati was suddenly killed in a factory accident.

Suraya was nine.

The compensation for Saraswati’s death was enough for the family for only a few months and after it dried up, the neglect and abuse began. Though at times it was odd because Suraya seemed to know when they were in a bad mood and when they were looking for an outlet for their anger, and  the child would somehow almost always magically disappear during those times.

Then an agent claiming to be from the government came to see them.

He claimed he had heard about Suraya via their mother and wanted to inspect the child to see if they would qualify for a place in a ‘special school’ for ‘different’ children, and this had sounded tame enough to the family, who allowed him to see the shy, withdrawn little waif.

However Suraya immediately could tell what his true intentions were—-to have them locked up in a testing facility to figure out their ‘mutation’—-and attempted to run, only to be caught by his fellow officers outside the home.

The family was paid compensation for officially relinquishing Suraya’s care to the state, and did so without question, only relieved to be rid of their ‘burden’.

Suraya was taken to facility after facility in the state for the first few years to have a battery of tests, many painful, run on them to figure out their ‘special ability’ as an Outlier and to see if it could be replicated.

When they were in their early teens, they were transported overseas to a different facility as a bargaining chip for intel, tech and the like, coming into the ‘care’ of people who intended to use them as a government asset.

They never saw daylight except during transportation and they began to plan their escape as they studied the facility’s layout.

Their first attempt at escape didn’t go well however; they were caught, dragged back and had their eyes burned and blinded as punishment (at this point they had shown their handlers that their highly-enhanced hearing made them capable of navigating the world in total darkness, so said handlers didn’t not see this as ‘damaging the goods’).

If the handlers thought that the punishment would deter them however, it didn’t; Suraya just became more careful and subtle with the planning of their next attempt.

The second attempt came during a transport session where there were less guards and less access to tech to subdue them, though it came with a problem they did not plan for.

In their first attempt, they had tried escaping into the countryside. In this one, they hurled themselves out completely unprepared into a world louder than any world they had ever known; downtown London on a weekend.

The cacophony completely overwhelmed their senses and they barely managed to crawl-stumble into an alley as bounty hunters were enlisted to track them down.

It was here that they ran into one Ramiro Vasquez (Ravage) who was immediately concerned about their situation and once figuring out the nature of their distress, gave them his headphones to drown out the noise and kept them safe and hidden until the bounty hunters had left.

He then took Suraya back to the rented apartment he shared with Lara Soelberg (Laserbeak) and both agreed to let the waif stay with them for as long as they needed to be alright, and the three formed a little familial unit as Suraya grew deeply fond of the two Beast Men whom they saw as two of the most compassionate people in a horrible world.

Ramiro however understood that Suraya needed tutelage to properly harness and deal with their Outlier ability; having heard whispers of a secret Outlier school run Senator Sharifuddin Waseem (Shockwave) and knowing Sharifuddin as one of the few good men in the Senate, he decided to take the risk and confronted the Senator about the matter, promising to keep the secret a secret in return for helping out Suraya.

As it turned out the threats were not necessary, as Sharifuddin was genuinely  concerned for them and came to see them personally at the apartment. Initially,  Suraya was apprehensive about meeting someone else about their abilities, remembering full well how the first such meeting ended, but to their pleasant surprise, they detected no malice in Sharifuddin’s intentions; only the desire to help.

They agreed to enroll in Sharifuddin’s Outlier institute, coming back home to see Ramiro and Lara every weekend.

They excelled in their classes and soon mastered their ability and knew how to deal with the overstimulation that came from it, to the point where they could walk the streets with no problem.

In the wake of murders of Senators Nikomedes Momus and Gayathri Sharma, Suraya offered to become a spy for Sharifuddin, who was determined to solve the deaths, and Sharifuddin began bringing them to Senate meetings under the guise of them being his new aide.

They caught the eye of Senator Radbourne (RatBat) who seemed to pick up the fact that they were an Outlier, but rather than bring up the matter, requested that they work with him as well on.... matters regarding his constituents with disabilities.

Sharifuddin has his reservations about Radbourne and Suraya knew they were up to no good and both agreed to the arrangement so Suraya could dig up more information about them.

As it turned out, Radbourne was dirty as dirty as politicians came, but he had nothing to do with the murders. Rather, he was mostly preoccupied with an individual named Morgan Trayton (Megatron), the same individual whom Omar Parvez (Orion Pax)  a friend of Sharifuddin’s, had mentioned as a great writer.

Radbourne asked Suraya to track down Morgan with an offer the man hopefully wouldn’t refuse and Suraya, intrigued about this man with what they’d heard about him from Omar, agreed to do so.

They found Morgan in a vast underground fighting ring in Moscow, and after voicing some skepticism about him walking his written talk, he allowed them to peek into his mind to see how genuine and committed he was to his cause, and it took them aback for a bit to meet someone who despite being mired in tragedy, had Sharifuddin’s desire to make a better world and the iron will to back it up.

They pledged themself to be among the first members of Morgan’s rising revolution (which was aided by Omar spreading his writings through an underground press) and told them about Radbourne’s offer to supply weapons and augmentations to increase profits from the pitfighting racket.

Morgan agreed if only to use these exact items against the Senate once he’d acquired an army.

It was during this time with Morgan that they also met Ramsey (Rumble) and Friedel (Frenzy), a pair of dwarf miners who the man had been friends with for years, and almost immediately got along with their boisterous, gregarious natures. 

They continued to be Radbourne’s liaison with Megatron until the start of the Clampdown when they watched Morgan kill the owner of the Pit, free those who wanted their freedom and take those who were loyal to him to meet with Sharifuddin to formally establish a rebellion.

It was about this time that Suraya found out that Radbourne had been conducting illegal experiments on Beast Men, something they took grave offense to, and they kept mining Radbourne for more information about where the experiments were taking place.

Upon finding out, they personally hunted down Radbourne as Stefan Scavarro (Starscream) initiated the Senate massacre to Radbourne’s labs, where he tried to fight them off only to finally find out the true extent of their abilities.

Badly-injured, his attempt at stopping them from freeing the captive Beast Men—-his “property” as he would yell at them—-ended up with him hurled into a genetic splicing pod (commissioned from a ‘Mesothulas’) which he accidentally activated.

The process twisted him into a Rat-Bat-human hybrid, and rather than kill him, Suraya decided to leave the option to the Beast Men he tortured for profit in what they saw as poetic justice.

After those who wanted vengeance were done with Radbourne, Suraya gave the  Beast Men the option of leaving free or coming with them to be a part of Morgan’s revolution which would ensure that they were never mistreated and ostracized by the larger world again.

Two of the Beast Men took up the offer; Bastien Saville (Buzzsaw) and Gan Go-eun (Glit).

When Morgan, confident in Suraya’s abilities asked them  to establish their own division focussed on spying and intel gathering, Suraya chose Ramiro, Lara, Ramsey, Friedel and Bastien to work alongside them.

While Suraya occasionally questions Morgan’s actions, two things they have never questioned are his dedication to his cause and the compassion he shows to those they care for, and it’s enough for them to consider themself a true Decepticon till the day his objectives are achieved.

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Hello, Aurbie! I really love your headcanons and hope you're okay!! ... And of course have a nice day or night! I was wondering how Doctor Smiley would react if he finds out that his s/o who seemed innocent and one who wouldn't have committed a crime is a murderer too?

Do you,,, have ANY idea,, how LONG it's been since I've written Smiley??? THANK YOU-

Also- You spelled my name Aurbie instead of Aubrie and I just,, This ask just sat there,, Taunting me,, Every day,,, 

Written assuming they work for someone in the Underworld as well

Smiley is usually pretty thorough with looking around and investigating his partner's before he dates them, especially considering his line of work, but well, you- you just seemed so normal, so innocent, so sweet. So, why would he need to be so cautious with someone like you? You didn't seem like the type to be involved in the darker side of things, so he decided not to sweat it.

Well, at least, until he'd accidentally stumbled upon you in the Underworld. He'd met you up top, up in the human world, so it was quite a jolt to his bones when he'd accidentally bumped into you, and you seemed as equally shocked as he was. But, of course, Smiley is always smooth, so it's quite easy for him to adapt and play it off. At least, at first. But you can bet your ass once he has you behind closed doors he's interrogating you and trying to figure out what the fuck you were doing there.

When you explain you have an employer in the Underworld, that you're also a contract killer, well, he's just about as shocked as you'll ever see him, mouth hanging open in surprise and everything. It'll take him a bit to fully accept the idea, but, hey! That means he doesn't have to hide from you either, which he quickly comes clean about as well considering you've been pestering him about why he was there too. He will definitely tease you about the situation, about how someone so cute could be doing something so dangerous, but he decides he likes the idea of someone he's so close to understanding and being in the business too.

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Remus is great with kids.

Idk why, but I think that he would be amazing with them! Chaotic? 100%. Irresponsible? Oh definitely. But he would make sure that the kids would have fun!!

However, Remus thinks that he's horrible with kids. That the children hate him.... He's wrong of course. Any child would commit murder with this side.

Alternatively, I raise.

Roman is horrible with children.

He find them gross! And messy! And they would stain his white shirt!

But Roman would still claim to be a fantastic babysitter

...

Now for the real kicker.

The sides accidentally get turned into children (ranging from 0-5) except for the twins.

And now they have to figure out how to turn them back, while playing babysitter, while Roman is realizing that his twin is actually better at something then he is.

Remus constantly swooping in, preventing his brother from letting Janus eat apples (because Janus is allergic to apples. But this child is too young to notice) and Roman goes ????

Perfection.

Or!

Roman doesn't change the tv channel to something more fluffy when Patton sits down next to him. Only for Remus to dive towards the remote and change it right before a rated M scene.

I can go on for ages....

Let Remus be a good big brother 2021

[diamond-coral]

The Heist- Part One

dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

You were just supposed to rob a government official’s apartment. Not Captain America’s. Right?

Series Warnings: Dark, Rape/Non-Con, kidnapping, strip club stuff, swearing

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of a strip club, swearing, committing crime ig, nothing much really.

You sure as hell weren’t a criminal. Well- your record would say otherwise, but it’s not like this was your dream profession. You wouldn’t call yourself a criminal. More of a Walmart Robin Hood; stealing from the rich and giving too...well...yourself. Fine. You were a criminal. But a girl had to pay the bills. At least you got to stick it to the man, right?

You let out a sigh while evaluating your life choices. It wasn’t every little girl’s dream to be breaking into houses and apartments for some cash or valuable possessions. Technically, you were an artist by day, going to art school in New York, living the aesthetically pleasing dream of student loans and a sky-high rent that your shifts at the strip club were hardly making a dent in. But hey, at least one time you got to dance for Captain America, even if he was reluctant and a bit shy. You were certain very few women could say the same.

And that’s how you found yourself in the elevator of a cozy apartment complex, traveling upward toward your new objective. Bella, your roommate, literal partner in crime, and the only good thing that came out of socializing with your coworkers at the club, had given you a new lead of a man who was supposedly loaded and yet lived in an accessible and modest living space. He was single, and worked some sort of political job that left his apartment constantly vacant, specifically on the day you planned for your heist. A perfect target. Some corrupt government worker who wanted to live a ‘low profile life’ yet was dumb enough to settle down in a complex who’s only security was a couple cameras and guards. Bella would easily be able to freeze the frames on the cameras for an hour, giving security the false pretense that the hallways were empty and giving you the perfect window to snatch some fancy watches and some cash.

The elevator doors opened right as you received a text message from Bella.

Cameras taken care of. Now go pay our rent ;)

You exited the elevator only to collide with a blonde woman carrying a laundry basket.

“Oh god, I’m so clumsy I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed while bending down to pick up the clothes that had fallen out of the basket.

You bent down to help her collect her clothing. “No, I’m so sorry! That was completely my fault!” You offered a smile as you stood back up, but was met with a calculating gaze as she studied you.

“I’m sorry, are you new around here?” She seemed to catch herself and her demeanor changed. “It’s just, I’ve never seen you around here before.” She gave  a small smile.

“Oh ,I’m just a girlfriend!” you replied. “Just stopping by.”

“Are you Steve’s girlfriend?” she asked while gesturing to the door at the end of the hallway with her head. It was your target’s door. So the political scumbag’s name was Steve. Lovely. “I don’t think he’s home right now.”

Your brain churned out a fast response. “Yeah, I know. Unfortunately for me, he’s always working. I just left my purse, and he gave me his keys to stop by and pick it up.”

“Well I’m just glad he’s found someone with all his work. I know it’s been hard for him.”

The two of you exchanged one last goodbye smile before she stepped into the elevator.

“I’m Sharon by the way. And you are...?”

“Olivia,” you replied, the fake name came out as a second nature as the elevator doors closed.

You let out the breath you’d been holding. 

“Well that could’ve gone worse,” you mutter to yourself as you approach the door at the end of the hallway.

You slipped the lock picker out of your sleeve before checking your surroundings cautiously. A minute after proceeding to insert the pick into the lock, a soft click resounded from the wooden door, and it easily swung open with a turn of the knob.

As you entered through the doorway, you took into account the little bits of vintage decoration that was dispersed amongst more modern furniture. A small Uncle Sam poster, a couple of war antiques, and some old photos with figures that remained unrecognizable in the distance. This government official seemed to have fought either in World War II or Vietnam, probably making him old. You shuddered at the fact you’d called yourself his girlfriend, but Sharon hadn’t seemed to bat an eye. Either way, you didn’t care for antiques, as much as they would have sold for a hefty price. They were probably personal to him and as you walked around, you realized there were quite a few personal items that were no use for you. As you walked into the bedroom a glint from the dresser caught your eyes, and your chest filled with giddiness and excitement as you neared. Three beautiful watches were on display under the mirror that sat atop the dresser. A Cartier that would probably sell for 8,000, a Rolex that would go for 10,000 easily, and then a beautiful older Rolex. With careful hands you snatched up the two newer watches and placed them into the small knapsack you’d been carrying. After consideration, you decided to leave the older one as it probably held a sentimental value and wouldn’t give you as much money as the other two.

You walked around some more, occasionally picking up valuables like solid gold tie clips and little pieces of Stark technology, which you were surprised he had. You had to be filthy rich to support, much less afford, anything made by that war profiteer. You picked up stashes of cash lying around, which seemed to be a lot. This man definitely seemed to use cash more than credit card which wasn’t as common around people your age. As you were rummaging around his study for any pieces of fine art (which you had already gotten two of) or government documents you could sell on the black market, you knocked over a picture frame which had landed on a file that read CLASSIFIED in red letters...right under the six letters that spelled S.H.I.E.L.D. This fucker was a S.H.I.E.L.D official. You were gonna kill Bella for the vague intel.

“Shit I need to get out of here,” you mumbled. Senators and representatives were fine targets, all usually too old and skeevy for you to care about, but a S.H.I.E.L.D. official was dangerous and could get you somewhere worse than jail. Hell, you could’ve accidentally broken into Nick Fury’s place. You were screwed. So screwed. And you needed to get the hell out of this apartment. As you went to put the picture back, you glanced at it, before doing a double take and squinting at it in the dark room. Oh. This was much worse than accidentally breaking into Nick Fury’s place.

The two men laughing with an arm around each other in war uniforms with an arm around one another was innocent enough until you could finally make out their faces. Steve Rogers an easy enough one to make out, especially considering you were on his lap a couple weeks ago, and James Buchanan Barnes looked practically unrecognizable without a murderous glare on his face.

“No,” you muttered before quickly placing the picture back down. 

You once again assessed your surroundings. It all made sense. The subtle 1940’s vibe, the war antiques. Bella had said he did work for the government and that wasn’t a lie. In the corner of the room you spotted a large circular leather case that was partially unzipped. Through the slight opening of the brown leather, the red, blue, and glinting bright silver was unmistakable.

“No, no, no, fuck,” you muttered frantically as you checked your watch. You still had 38 minutes before the security cameras in the hall unfroze. That was enough time to put everything you stole back. You’d much rather work open to close shifts at the club every day for three months straight than get fucked over by Captain Fucking America. 

You scrambled out of the study, moving to the living room first to put back the authentic paintings. You grabbed a stool from the high bar counter in the kitchen so you could rehang the medium sized work of art. Your mind was racing. This had to be karma for all the horrible shit you’d done in the past. God decided he had enough of your delinquent shenanigans and set you marching straight into the arms of America’s righteous hero. As you finished hanging the painting you spun around on your heel, completely forgetting you were on a wobbly wooden stool. Your heart stopped for a moment before you regained your footing. Carefully climbing down the stool, you almost missed the subtle turn of a lock coming from the door.

Oh you were so done for. Your limbs flew everywhere as you scrambled to the bedroom, sliding under the bed right as you heard the door open. The rumble of Steve Roger’s voice was clear as he talked on the phone and it cut through the walls from the living room.

“Well yea Buck, obviously Tony’s gonna be a little cold toward you. Not that I blame him. I’m just thankful he didn’t start an entire civil war over it. I guess it’s just a good thing we’re not war criminals.” He let out a chuckle before pausing. “Hey Buck? Yeah. I’m gonna have to call you back.” Another pause and you heard some rummaging around. “Why? I think my apartment was just broken into. I gotta go down to security. Yeah, thanks bud.” 

Steve hung up and you heard some angry muttering as he walked into his room. From under the bed you saw his tennis shoes and dark jeans as he paced at the foot of the bed. You covered your mouth to stop your anxious breathing, afraid he’d hear you from your hiding spot. 

The few minutes he spent in his room felt like eternity before he stomped out and you heard the opening and closing of another door as he exited the apartment. You crawl out from under the bed, your head spinning as you attempted to think of a way out of your predicament.

The window.

Quickly and quietly, you stood up and made your way to his bedroom window, looking out for a fire escape and letting out an annoyed huff when you saw none.

‘Maybe there’s one for the living room window,’ your brain chimed.

You rushed to the living room, scooping up the two watches and your empty knapsack on your way, and almost screamed with joy at the sight of the fire escape next to the window. Your fingers curled around the bottom of it and give it a sharp tug up, opening it just enough for you to squeeze through. 

Just as you were about to lift your leg over the ledge and climb down the stairs to sweet sweet freedom, being able to forget about everything that ever happened tonight, a large hand wrapped around the back of your neck and wrenched you back with such force that you tumbled backwards and landed on your butt.

He was massive. Six feet of pure muscle towered over you as you trembled from your position on the floor. He squatted down, resting his elbows on his knees as he took you in, blue eyes practically cutting through the darkness, and you let out a small whimper.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you stealing is wrong?”

[marauderundercover]

This Side of Normal Ch. 8

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Marinette was seriously considering murder. She was pretty sure Jason would be able to help her hide the body, he was a lot stronger than her. But murder was seriously on the table. Why has she decided to break that one golden rule, you might ask? Lila Rossi. The bane of her existence. The very reason they were spending two fucking weeks in the crime capital of the world instead of their original destinations. But no, Lila just had to convince Mme. Bustier to take them to Gotham. And then, as if making Marinette plan a million things last minute wasn’t bad enough, Lila decided to talk. Nonstop. Throughout the entire first half of their tour of Wayne Enterprises. The only thing keeping her from strangling the girl right now was the promise of coffee in the cafeteria. She didn’t need food, she needed coffee. And then she’d go right back to plotting murder. Would anyone look in the river for her body? 

“Whatever you’re thinking, I’m sure you shouldn’t do it.” Adrien says, pulling her out of her murder plot. She glares at him. 

“I’m planning a murder, and I don’t appreciate you interrupting me.” She deadpans. 

“Murder’s bad, Mari. We don’t murder people.” Adrien sighs, throwing an arm over her shoulders. 

“Maybe you don’t murder people. I’m thinking about branching out.” She hums, getting in the line for coffee. Adrien huffs and grabs her arm, tugging her behind him. She immediately starts whining, reaching out towards the coffee booth. 

“Mari, you need actual food. You can have coffee after you eat something. I know for a fact you didn’t eat breakfast.” He says, staring her down. She huffs, crossing her arms. 

“You’re not my dad.” She mumbles, turning away from him. 

“Why the hell are you all pouty?” Jason asks, walking up to the two. Marinette smiles briefly, then drops her face back into a scowl. 

“Someone is keeping me from my coffee.” She says. 

“Good job kid!” Jason says, high fiving Adrien. Marinette’s jaw drops at the betrayal. 

“Honestly rude. Guess I’m not gonna ask you to help me anymore.” She says, sighing dramatically. 

“Help with what?” He asks, frowning. 

“Murder. She wants to commit a murder.” Adrien says, rolling his eyes. 

“Who’re we killing?” Jason asks. This time it’s Adrien’s turn to drop his jaw, Marinette laughing loudly. 

“Ha! I told you Jay would help me!” She cheers, shooting Adrien a smug smile. 

“Marinette! Lila needs your help carrying her tray.” Mme. Bustier instructs, walking over to the trio. Marinette immediately frowns, looking over at Lila who was carrying a tray. Just fine. 

“Uh, looks like she’s got it.” She says, nodding towards the liar. 

“Well, she got it okay, but she needs someone to carry it to her table for her.” Mme. Bustier says, frowning. 

“And one of her friends can do it. I’m not getting out of line for my own lunch just to carry Lila’s tray Mme. Bustier.” Marinette argues, crossing her arms. 

“Marinette-” She starts, then stops when she realizes Jason isn’t one of the students. “Very well. But we’re going to talk about this later.” She adds before walking away. Marinette rolls her eyes. 

“Is she the one we’re murdering?” Jason asks, leaning down a little so he could whisper. 

“Nope. The one whose tray I was supposed to carry is the one on my list.” Mari says, nodding towards the girl who was now fake crying. 

“Jesus. How does anyone put up with her?” He asks, face curling in disgust. Marinette shrugs. 

“At first I thought she was Meta. Now I think my classmates are just idiots.” She says simply. Jason snorts. 

“I believe that. I’m gonna go grab you a coffee. As much as I’d love to help you commit a murder, pretty sure the boss would be pissed.” He says, ruffling her hair before walking away. Marinette turns to Adrien and gives him a smug smile. 

“Ha, bitch.” She says, snorting as he starts spluttering. 

“You can’t just say that, Bug!” He whines, before turning to order his food. Marinette snorts. 

“Sure I can.” She says in English, before quickly switching to Mandarin and lowering her voice. “I’m a seventeen year old ex-superhero, I’m allowed to say bitch.” Adrien just snorts, thanking the lady and grabbing his food so that Marinette can order. Once she has her food, she follows Adrien to an almost empty table in the corner farthest away from their classmates. She smiles at the person at the other end of the table, Dick Grayson. He was their tour guide and had dealt with their annoying ass class surprisingly well. She was tempted to make him a certificate if he lasted til the end of the day without losing his sanity. Plopping down in her seat, she starts eating her food slowly, watching Jason across the room at the coffee booth. 

“Mari, he said he would get you coffee. He’s gonna get you coffee.” Adrien says, nudging her side to try and get her to actually eat. 

“You don’t think he’d get me decaf, do you?” She asks, remembering the time he’d brought coffee to one of their late night training sessions. It was decaf then, he claimed that she needed to be able to sleep after training. She argued that she needed to stay awake and do homework and commissions and some lameass decaf coffee was not going to help her do that. She just hoped he would take pity on her and get her actual coffee this time. 

“I think I’d get you decaf,” Adrien starts, dodging her attempt to whack him. “But, I think Jay’s a little nicer than me today. Probably since he hasn’t seen us in awhile.” He muses. Marinette stops trying to attack him, nodding in agreement. He’d be more likely to give her decaf tomorrow than today. So it was still safe to trust her coffee order to him. For now. 

“I’m sorry, did you say Jay?” Mr. Grayson asks, catching her attention. She glances at Adrien who just shrugs. She knew the two had talked earlier, but she really didn’t want to accidentally get Jay in trouble. 

“Uh, yes?” She says, wincing at the awkwardness. 

“You know Jason.” He says, and she nods, frowning. 

“Yeah, we got to know him last year when he was on a business trip in Paris.” She explains, dodging around the whole ‘he trained us as heroes and then found out our identities and helped us take down a supervillain’ part of it. “We ended up getting close and we’ve kept in contact over the last year.” Mari adds, confused as to why Mr. Grayson looks so lost. 

“Really?” He finally asks. 

“Yeah. He’s basically like our big brother.” Adrien adds, obviously sensing that Marinette was getting uncomfortable. 

“Hey Dick, long time no see.” Jason snarks, putting Mari’s coffee in front of her and plopping down in the seat next to Adrien. 

“Jason. So you have two new siblings?” He asks, gesturing to Mari and Adrien. Jason nods. 

“Yup. And they’re loads better than you lot. Pixie Pop here even said I could help her with her first murder.” Jason teases. Marinette’s face instantly heats up, as she turns her glare to Jason. 

“Jason!” She hisses. He’s lucky he’s on the other side of Adrien. 

“Wait, you two are brothers?” Adrien asks, and Marinette blinks. Oh, yeah. Wait, what. 

“You didn’t know?” Dick asks. Adrien looks at Mari who shrugs. She definitely hadn’t known. She’d assumed Dick was one of Jason’s bosses. 

“Yeah, unfortunately this dipshit is my older brother. Adopted, of course.” Jason says. 

“We also have two other brothers and a sister. And some unofficial siblings.” Dick adds, making Mari raise an eyebrow. 

“All adopted?” She asks. Adoption was no joke. It was crazy expensive in the US. 

“All but one. B kinda adopts every dark haired, blue eyed kid with trauma that he meets.” Jason says, smirking at Marinette’s face. 

“I’m feeling attacked right now. Are you attacking me? If anyone has enough trauma to be adopted by a serial adopter, it’s Adrien. Not me.” She says with a pout. 

“Hey!” Adrien objects. Marinette looks pointedly at his arm. 

“Your arm was cut off by your supervillain father who was an emotional terrorist for over three years. That’s a shit ton of trauma.” She says as he pouts. 

“Yeah, but if I get adopted in the US, I’d never see you anymore.” He points out. 

“But you’d see me all the time.” Jason teases. Adrien grins. 

“That’s right! Okay, sorry M, I’m gonna get adopted here.” He says with a wide grin. 

“Traitors, the both of you. Mr. Grayson, how’d you like a new little sister? I’m officially disowning both of these losers.” Marinette says, ignoring the indignant squawks from Adrien. Dick snorts, a wide grin stretching across his face. 

“Sure kid. And call me Dick. Do you happen to know any acrobatics?” He asks with a teasing grin. Mari smirks. 

“As a matter of fact, I do.” She says. Dick freezes before a huge smile makes its way onto his face, his whole body shaking in excitement. 

“Wait, really? You’re serious?” He asks. She nods. “That’s awesome! Sorry Jay, I’m stealing this one.” He says. Jason scowls. 

“I don’t think so. I’ve known Pixie Pop longer, therefore, she’s my sister.” He says. Adrien clears his throat. “Our sister.” Jason amends, nodding to Adrien. 

“But she’s an acrobat! You know I’ve been looking for someone to teach trapeze to!” Dick whines. Mari’s eyes light up and she starts bouncing in her seat. 

“Wait, trapeze? Seriously? Where? Oh my god, that would be so much fun!” She squeals, suddenly actually excited about being in Gotham. 

“We have one at our house, you guys have to come over! I could show you the basics.” Dick suggests, still grinning. Marinette turns to Jason, waiting to see what he’d say. If Dick didn’t know Jason, she’d never consider going over and learning trapeze. But since he’s Jason’s brother…..

“Ugh, fine. But if B ends up trying to adopt both of you, you can’t blame me. I wanted to keep you away from him. You’re the one who got suckered in by the damn trapeze.” Jason gripes, leaning back in his seat. Marinette just grins at him before turning back to Dick to figure out the specifics. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be that bad.

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[poly-mechanisms]

Ahem. have everything I wrote in my notes app while watching the 2011 movie I Am Number Four based off of the hit book by Pittacus Lore

putting it under a cut because it’s a lot

They’re sophomores, not seniors.

Sam was on the hayride WITH THEM and he was kidnapped too

The lockers were filled with horse manure, not that weird pink shit

Sam’s last name is Goode, not Spellman (why the fuck did they change that??)

Sam’s dad didn’t work at a steel farm, nor did he have a secret hideout that Henri was aware of

Six has black hair, not blonde (at least until the second book)

Six also didn’t commit arson (although at least we got a cool scene from it)

That’s not how Sam confronted him about his Legacies

Also John didn’t have Sam’s number, only Sarah and Henri’s

John never would’ve done that to Sam, also Sam pulled a gun on him in the book keep that next time Sam’s a fucking badass

Sam thought John was joking when he said he was an alien at first

BORDER OF MEXICO??? He disappeared at a fuckin grocery store

Sam doesn’t have a stepdad

BK came with a nametag John didn’t name him

Mark’s dad isn’t a cop

He figured out his telekinesis by accidentally exploding Sarah’s camera

IT WAS AN ARTICLE ON THE MOGS NOT A VIDEO OF JOHN FUCKING HELL

Henri hasn’t even attempted to train John even though he has his first Legacy

Henri and John don’t fight Henri just kinda gives in ig

They find They Walk Among Us through SAM not on some random website

Also Sam’s a much bigger alien believer in the books

Six doesn’t have a motorcycle, nor does she have neck tattoos

This whole thing happened on Thanksgiving

THEY NEVER OPENED THE FUCKING CHEST

Sam can’t actually drive that was kinda the whole point of that scene

Also movie Paradise definitely has a bigger population than 5,425

Setrakus Ra also didn’t show up until like early third book/late second book he def wasn’t there in the beginning

They’re in like a small city in the books not the middle of the woods

Mogs don’t look like that, and they got rid of Setrakus’s purple neck scar thing

This isn’t necessarily a bad thing BUT YEAHHH HENRI FIGHTING GO BADASS

John can’t control tech it even clarifies in the second/third book that their telekinesis doesn’t work on electronics

AYO HENRI DOESNT DIE YET ALSO DID THEY GET RID OF THE ENTIRE HOUSE FIRE??

Also he told them about Sam’s dad helping them in a letter

Ayo only Mogs disintegrate Six burned Henri’s body so that John could have his ashes

Oh yeah They Walk Among Us was also a magazine not a website

AYO I DIDNT NEED TO SEE THAT FUCKING HELL THATS DISGUSTING

The cops didn’t figure him out?? Hello??

Oh ok they didn’t get rid of the house fire thank fuck

Sarah didn’t figure it out until John saved her from the fire my fucking god

HE WASNT CALLED A TERRORIST UNTIL THE FIGHT AT THE SCHOOL IM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

Damn someone really should’ve taught Andrew’s Spidey that trick

THEY REALLY HAD THE AUDACITY TO GET RID OF THE HOUSE FIRE FUCKIN HELL BRO

ALSO THE MOGS NEVER ATTACKED MARK OR HIS DAD

I can’t get over the fact that the actor for Mark is the same person that played Luke in the Percy Jackson movies he really has a knack for being in the worst book to movie adaptations

Ok at least we get the school fight I would’ve murdered someone if they got rid of that

Yet again, the Mogs didn’t bring Mark to the fight I don’t remember how he got there but he just kinda showed up

YEAHHHH SIX BEING A BADASS LETS GOOO

that’s not how her invisibility Legacy works also she can’t walk on walls that’s Nine’s Legacy

Six sounds kinda British what is that accent

“Stay tuned” Six is my favorite character although BK is a very close second because Chimæra :)

Pffffft Sam is so awkward around Six it’s adorable

Why the Piken look like that it ugly as shit

YEAH BK COMING IN CLUTCH GOOD BOY

Bro what was that supposed to be if that was supposed to be John’s healing Legacy he doesn’t get that till the end of the third book

I can’t get over the CGI it looks really bad although it is from 2011 so I can’t judge ig

Awwwww puppyy

Please tell me Six still has her element control Legacy that was like her coolest one

JOHN LOOK BEHIND YOU YOU FUCKING IDIOT

Still don’t get why the Mogs look like that also still mad they got rid of Setrakus Ra’s only defining feature

Oh shit was that not Setrakus Ra have I been wrong the entire time or did they just not read all the books?

AWH COME ON DID THEY REALLY GET RID OF HER ELEMENT CONTROLLING LEGACY

What was that???

Ew Mark why’re you here you didn’t even get a redemption arc leaveeee

Bruh no that’s not how Sam coming with them happened it was Six’s idea not John’s

Why are they at a graveyard? Not like they have Henri’s body to bury since he FUCKING DISINTEGRATED

Ewwwwwwwww stop making outtt

Awwwww Bernie Kosar hi buddy