#(and it's pretty much straight from a photo cause it was a nightmare to draw) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ooffies · 3 years

Text

ᴋᴀᴇʏᴀ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ, ᴠᴇɴᴛɪ, xɪᴀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʙᴇᴅᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱ)

characters x gn!reader, modern AU

a/n: this wasn’t edited/proof read so I apologize if there are any errors

warnings: none

requested by no one

tagging @genshin-obsessed (heyyy pocket lmao- 🍷❤)

Tip jar

Kaeya → the cool dad

He’s a very chill parent (pun intended)

Has rules but is very loose with them

Just cause he’s the cool parent doesn’t mean he’s not strict at times (he can be very strict if needed)

He’s a very affectionate and doting parent, always showering the kids with love and hugs

Spoils both you and the kids, he can’t help it cause he just loves you guys so much

All of your kid’s friends call him dad and constantly say they wish they had a cool dad like Kaeya

Always willing to drive the kids somewhere or take them out for a day if you need a break

He still makes sure you two get alone time together and takes you on dates frequently

Sneaks kisses whenever he can. A peck on your cheek or your lips, he also loves seeing your reaction to his surprise kiss

Family game night is a tradition for your family and Kaeya is the king of losing on purpose to make is kids smile

He absolutely loved playing with kids when they were younger and you still often find them playing fighting in the backyard when they come to visit

He really tries to be the best father he can and sometimes puts way to much pressure on himself

Loves styling the kid’s hair and will let them play with his hair. Sometimes you'll walk downstairs and be greeted by Kaeya with a head full of bows, hair clips and mini ponytails.

Whenever the kids would have nightmares he’d go into their room and fight the “nightmare” monster. He’d come out of the room 3 minutes later and tell the kids he beat it with his super awesome sword skills

Childe → the tries too hard to be hip and trendy with kids dad

First off he is a very doting dad, he loves his children so much and calls them his precious babies and often says he cannot live without them

He’s very much a *ahem* malewife *AHEM* (don’t try to change my mind, it will not change no matter what you say). Even though he’s hella rich he wants to spend all the time he can with his kids.

He cooks, cleans, packs the kid’s lunches in the morning and makes sure to give you a kiss whenever you return home from work and say “How was your day at work babe?”

He really, and I mean really, tries to be cool with kids. Spends time looking into “the latest and hip’ trends that all the kids are hopping on. They thought he was the coolest when they were younger but now they call him cringe and say he’s trying too hard and that he’s cool just the way he is.

It broke his old man's heart when they said it to him the first time and he cried for 30 minutes straight, you made them apologize to him even though you know they meant no ill intentions. Now calling him cringe is a family joke :)

Encourages the kids to learn something that will “help them wins fights and emerge victorious from all the battles they fight”

You put a quick stop to that and told the kids that they can do any activities they want

He’s still very supportive of what they choose to do and will always be their number one supporter

He’s a big cuddler and often initiates family cuddle piles.

Venti → wine dad

Chill dad #2. He wants his kids to be free and be who they are. You still set some basic ground rules for them.

Very doting and affectionate and will always give you and the kids all his love

Stopped drinking as much when they kids were born/adopted

He acts like a wine aunt (hence wine dad)

LOVES reading the kids bedtime stories but this also became a family activity since you’d always accompany him. He’ll also sing them lullabies and he’ll sing you lullabies every night too

Even when your kids are older he’ll still read them stories and sing to them.

Doesn’t really like to do household chores but he’ll do them for you (He will complain though)

He does enjoy cook though and likes to help make dinner for special occasions/holidays

He will teach his kids how to play instruments and sing. He won’t force them into it but wants them to at least try it

Get’s pouty if the kids get taller him and will tell them to stop growing or he’s gonna steal their height

Another family tradition you guys have is weekend picnics. Venti usually chooses the location because he somehow finds all the prettiest places in town. He would tell the kids it was his magic talent when they were younger.

Encourages the kids to go to summer camp so they can “build unforgettable memories and be closer to nature. (But really he just wants to have some alone time with you)

Xiao → the emo dad

On the outside he seems cold and very un-affectionate but oh boy he’s quite the opposite

He’s willing to do anything for you and the kids because you guys are the most important things in the world to him

He’s also somewhat of a malewife too but it was completely his choice. He just wanted to take care of his family.

He doesn’t like it when you come home from work and start doing chores. He’ll force you to sit down and relax. He’ll say that he’s got everything under control and there no need for you to stress yourself over chores

The main way he shows you and the kids affection is through acts of service.

Like I said before he’ll do the majority of the household chores, the kids also have their few assigned chores (and you help out with chores if he lets you)

He’ll help the kids with their homework, make them lunch, read them bedtime stories, brush their hair for them, take care of them when they’re sick, ect.

Only shows a limited amount of affection in public. He’ll hold your hand and carry the kids but that’s about it

In private however he is willing to accept all the affection you and the kids give him

He often struggles helping his kids out when it comes to emotional problems/issues but he always does his best. He’s always there to a lend an ear

He’s not vocal about it or always showing it but he’s your guy’s number one supporter.

Evening walks after dinner is a family tradition you guys have had ever since the kids started walking.

When they were young he’d let them sit on shoulders and would give them piggyback rides

He can be very strict and overprotective sometimes but that’s just cause he wants the best for his kids

Albedo → the art dad

He may not be the best at giving affection but he is a very supportive and doting dad

He likes draws pictures for the kids, even when their older he still does because he said seeing their smile when he give his art to them is a very special and happy feeling that he never wants to go away

Helps out with household chores but absolutely despises mopping.

He’s always there to listen to the kids talk about their latest obsessions/interests

He’s not very good at comforting but he really does try too

Makes you guys take family photos every so he can paint them later

Teaches the kids about art and alchemy if they show interest in either

When they were young he used to make kid safe experiments for them

Road trips are a family tradition. Albedo enjoys them cause he gets to draw the pretty scenery and thinks it’s one of the best to to spend quality time with family

He wakes up like a mom so whenever the kids would wake him when they’d have a nightmare he’d get startled and almost launch himself out of bed with a high pitched screech

Encourages the kids to have playdates with their friends often (he actually just wants more alone time with you)

He’s also the type of parent that draws on the walls with the kids when he finds them doing it. And yes he doesn’t care if they’re using sharpie he’ll still join in. Yes you’ve scolded all them multiple times and no they never learn their lesson, Albedo too. He always promises that he’ll “clean” it up which results in most of the wall in the house being murals cause his “cleaning up” is just him painting over it.

401 notes · View notes

reddeadreference · 3 years

Text

Blog Progress Update (Travel Blog Style 😎#11)

Gonna go rob a bank~

FUCK I forgot this is the mission where I have to go back and see Edith FUCK

Alright time to finally go get Tilly’s necklace and Sadie’ Harmonica because I keep forgetting…

Found out the stage coach is still in that river Micah and I left it in… oh and so is that TREE across the road (owwie…)

Got the items and since I had to deal with Emmet Granger to get Sadie’s I’m gonna go deal with the other three, get those outta the way. I do have to do EVERYTHING I can as Arthur to get all his journal pages, the second playthrough he will do absolutely nothing extra, only the bare minimum so john can do everything.

First up is Flaco and OMG I DID NOT NEED DRAMATIC PIANO TO BLAST MY EARDRUMS THANKS

From Flaco yelling from the shack some of the Del Lobo we killed outside were named Anselmo, Elisio, and Gonzalo. No idea which was which unfortunately..

Alright so… I’ve never been good at drawing against Billy Midnight… Arthur I am so sorry for this recurring nightmare you’re about to have.. I SWEAR I’M TRYING- I did it on the second try O_O

*lil Jack voice* I’m getting better! =D

Arthur jumped off the train, knowing it would hurt… but NOT knowing he would get up in just the right way for the train to BONK HIS BRAIN.. He’s okay…he’s okay…

Alright, saved the best and my favorite for last. Into da bayou I go… yet again…

I love Mrs Belle she's so cool.. and pretty… and I like her clothes

I plan on getting through the chapter so I can get to Shady Belle for those camp photos (cause I'm sure the outfits are similar for there if not the same, it's pretty much the same temperature I think. I really wanna get photos of the house.

Great now that Dutch is back in camp he and Molly are fighting… awesome… I got a scene where Molly asks Abigail for advice and Abigail gives it to her straight but Molly isn’t having it… oh Molly..

On the other hand Karen and Sean were hanging out looking out at the water. They did the she looks at him when he's not looking then he looks when she's not looking… she did look mad a few times though…

I'm very curious about why Karen is drinking so much in this chapter.. like it makes sense for after she loses Sean but- ... does she think he only likes her when they're drunk .. cause he thinks she's too much when she’s sober that’s what he said at the party that night… or she just thinks she’s no good when she’s sober... omfg… Karen no Q-Q

Pupper! Doggo! Cain! Woo!!

(Fuck Micah, fuck him to hell, let me kick HIM)

As much as I need to get to the next chapter… knowing what comes next… I don't wanna go to the next chapter.

I'm gonna get a few more pretty photos then I'm doing the next mission. I swear.

*Two hours later*

(That better have been read in your head as the SpongeBob guy… that's how it was typed. XD)

Yeah… so about that thing I said I'd do… I didn't. *Insert John Malaney meme "and then I didn't!"*

Decided to go get Trelawny before going to do John or Hosea's missions so that way I can get him and his scenes at camp before moving.

Did both his missions… he should be in camp… where the fuck is he?

Bill’s optional stage coach robbery with Tilly popped up so I wanted to get a photo of him with the map before greeting…. Bill… my dude… you know how to read that thing right? Map’s upside buddy…

Tilly, honey, your voice is too nice, you do not sound threatening at all… (I mean she’s probably not actually that mad at Bill… but still) - Also I would have photos of the map and of Tilly on a horse but I deleted them all by accident T-T

Hopefully Trelawny will be at camp when I get back so I can get some photos of him… swear I had at least a few… but they’re gone…and this was before I deleted the other photos… (Damn magician…)

My journal on the companion app isn’t updating anymore… which sucks because it gave me really clear photos of the pages… maybe if I do another main mission…

SINCE WHEN CAN YOU DANCE WITH KAREN?!

AW I missed Trelawny pulling a crow from Susan’s ear to make Karen laugh! DX

Anyone else make sure they walk past people with camp chores (sack, hay, bucket) so that people will comment. Like a child trying to impress their parents. “Look! I do good thing! Praise me!”

Trelawny came up to me “I know you saw me in town with my wife” like dude… if you’re talking about Saint Denis… I’ve seen EVERYONE in that town. But also i never heard the dialogue you hear when you get close enough to where she lives. I don’t think you CAN hear it until Trelawny is in camp/more with the gang.

I still have no idea where the fuck he sleeps. He has no tent… it hasn’t been night yet. I’m just hoping Dutch and Grimshaw don’t yell at me to leave before it becomes night.

Okay i’m bored.

I swear I had Valentine bank photos… now I gotta go BACK ugh.

Uhhhhh I got the photos and decided to give Arthur a haircut

“Good job I sharpened my scissors this morning” (Cause I’m at max length)

Bruh… What happened to your head? (Doesn’t this happen when essential NPCs get shot? Who shot him????)

…found the bank photos.. I didn’t need to come back here… eh I need Downes photos anyway…

Okay had to break the lock but *hacker voice* I’m in.

Well either Archie smokes or he shared this bunkbed with someone. (one of each pack in the nightstand) Only a pillow in the wardrobe and open horse medicine in the cabinet.. Wild West Heroes, no. 132? Cool. There’s a booze box inside… beer… no one to chase this time. Can’t go into what I assume is the kitchen..

Okay, back at camp I saw Bill standing by a tree (bright red shirt so I knew it was him) and I get over there and Jack is sitting on the ground behind him “Hiya Arthur” Arthur’s response “Gentlemen” then Jack does the cutest little finger gun in the entire universe LOOK AT THIS PRECIOUS BOY T_T

youtube

Well… time to finally head over and help Hosea and get some shots of the manor…

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 photo mode #blog progress update #sorry that was super long

10 notes · View notes

psychedellic-phase · 4 years

Text

Fifteen (pt 9)

A/N: it’s reader backstory time! This part also includes season 6 spoilers :) xx

word count: 4.0k

tw: mentions of violence, abuse, cursing, other criminal minds stuff!

masterlist:

The beginning of letter #8 was scribbled out, like you’d written but decided the words weren’t quite right. Spencer tried to look through the black ink lines to see what you wrote, but most of it was smudged from tears.

“This was the night everything changed, Spencer. This was the beginning of the end, but at the time it just felt like the beginning. It was a little over a year ago, sorry for skipping some of the middle. I could’ve written a 5,000 page novel about every little moment I had with you. If I had the time, I would. I’d write about every date night, every bouquet of roses, every case you held my hand through. I thought about writing about a lot more of the ‘happy’ parts, but they would’ve just been fun, little, anecdotes and made my heart hurt more. I decided on only highlighting the important parts, not that the happy parts were unimportant. I think they may be the most important, they’re the only things that kept me going at the end. Those parts gave me hope that maybe one day we’d get back to those people. But we didn’t and those people are long gone. Now all the bad memories outweigh the good ones. I need you to see the ugly parts. I always showed you those, and you still told me they were beautiful in some way.

“Everything is a masterpiece if you look at it in the right way”

So here’s the ugly Spence, any clue how to make this beautiful? How do I make this a ‘masterpiece’? Because I don’t know.

Before I start, I want you to put on some regular clothes and pack up the box and put it in your car. Remember how in the first letter I said you’d need to go somewhere? This is that letter. So get in your crappy car that brought us together and drive to the place where it all started to fall apart: Meridian Hill Park.”

Spencer stopped reading and did as you asked. He took the sweatshirt off and hung it in his closet in a place he’d see it everyday. He didn’t really own any ‘regular clothes’ so he ended up in slacks and a dress shirt, his version of regular. He grabbed the box and the last of the coffee in a to-go mug and got in the car. He slipped the disc from letter 2 in and listened to Stacy’s Mom on a low volume. Between that and the snow, he felt like you were right there with him.

When he got to the park, he sat in his car for a moment and reopened the letter.

“There? Good. The bench we sat at is next to the blue bird bath and under that huge oak tree. Go sit at it.”

Spencer got out of the car, now wearing a heavy wool coat and scarf, and made his way to that spot. After most of your dates you’d go for a stroll around that park and always end up at that exact bench. You’d talk for hours, or sometimes you’d people watch. Either way, that bench became another one of your places. He set the box down on his left, the spot where you usually sat, and kept reading.

“That particular night was in December, during that weird week in between Christmas and New Years when time doesn’t feel real and the world is almost at a stand still. (My favorite week of the year) I had begged you to go to the movies with me. I dragged you to see Frozen.

“Frozen?” You said, crinkling your nose, “Out of all the movies?”

I laughed and told you that I needed to see it because Mia had and already loved it. I think I said something like, “If I’m going to be her cool Aunt we have to see it.”

And you agreed, because you’d do anything for me. You always would. So two thirty-somethings went to see a six o’clock showing of Frozen on a Tuesday. We looked ridiculous; your messenger bag was overflowing with snacks and we were the only people there without a child.

I loved it though, and you did too. When the movie was over we sat in the lobby at a table and I finished my slurpee as you told me about the real story of Frozen.

“It’s loosely based on ‘The Snow Queen’ by Hans Christian Andersen from 1845. They both have a snow Queen, reindeer, trolls, frozen hearts, and snow creatures, but that’s where the similarities end. In the original story there is a horrible magic mirror and,” You finally paused to breathe, “ROBBERS!”

I laughed, “Aren’t all fairytales actually awful? We’ve just disney-ified them for kids?”

You nodded, “Most fairy tales in their original form were gruesome to the extreme. In Cinderella, the step-sisters had their feet mutilated to fit into the shoe.”

I yawned, “That’s why I always stuck to Pixar.”

We laughed and threw away our million candy wrappers. As we were leaving I saw a photo booth, one of those old one’s like I went in with all my high school boyfriends. I pulled you over to it and you grimaced, “It’s a small space CRAWLING with germs Y/N!” you whined to me, “Do you know how many people have been in there?”

I rolled my eyes, “It’ll take thirty seconds and I will sanitize after!”

I tugged your arm in and we both barely fit in the booth. You pulled me onto your lap and four poses later we had two photo strips covered in pictures of you kissing my cheek and us smiling. That’s your momento for this letter.”

Spencer reached in and grabbed the photo strip delicately between his fingers. It was one of those tacky ones that looked like a roll of film and all the pictures were in black and white. The first one was the two of you smiling as wide as you could, the second you stuck your tongue out and Spencer scrunched up his nose, for the third he kissed your cheek, and the last one you turned your head to meet him. His heart softened for a moment, remembering how soft and sweet your kisses were. They were usually delicate, like you were kissing the finest of china. Or they were intense, like you were drowning and he was coming up for air. He felt warm, despite the snow falling all around him.

“This is my copy. We printed two. I don’t know where yours is, I just hope it isn’t in the trash. I know it’s another photograph; you just got one of those from JJ’s wedding. But I love photographs. I have a million of you and I. I always used to shove my phone in your face and you’d block it with your hands. I haven’t been able to bring myself to delete them yet. I just love pictures. They capture moments, the good and the bad. Sometimes the only thing that can get the feelings across is a photo, so here’s four.

I remember sticking them in my purse as we walked out of the theater hand in hand and found ourselves in this park. I love it when the cherry blossom’s bloom, but they weren’t blooming. We found our way to this exact bench that you’re sitting on right now. I think it has the best view of the fountain. You put your arm around me and I snuggled into you. You were trying to talk about work; something about Rossi and Gideon? I didn’t know. I was so tired, I couldn’t even focus. I remember just staring at the dry fountain; they turn it off when the weather gets too cold.

“Don’t you agree?” You said, but I didn’t register it, “Y/N?”

I looked up at you and blinked a few times. I sat up and moved myself off of you, “What? Sorry about that I—“ my own yawn interrupted me, “I’m just really tired.”

You looked at me so concerned. Your pretty, honey brown eyes always could see right through me.

“Tired? But we went to sleep at ten last night, you should’ve had at least seven hours.”

I just shrugged and you raised your eyebrows at me, waiting for me to spill.

“I couldn’t fall asleep the last few nights.”

I avoided your prying gaze that felt red hot on my skin even in the freezing air and played with the locket around my neck, as I usually do when I’m nervous.

“Y/N,” You said and grabbed my two hands to make me look at you. I looked you straight in the eyes.

“Talk to me.”

I sighed, “No.”

“No?” You looked offended, I don’t blame you.

“No,” I said plainly. It looked like I was picking a fight, but I wasn’t. I just wasn’t ready to tell you. It’s so weird, we had spent over two years together by then, and I still couldn’t tell you. I don’t know why. It wasn’t you. You make me feel comfortable and safe. I think talking about it made it more real for me, you know? And I just didn’t want it to be real.

“Is it the nightmares? Are they back again?”

I just nodded. Of course you knew, you always knew.

“Y/N, we’ve been through this. You have to talk about them.”

I groaned and you dropped my hands to run yours through your hair. Frustrated is how you felt in that moment, and I don’t blame you. I was mad at myself too.

“I know! But can’t I just not want to talk about it?”

You stood up and paced in front of me, “You have to talk to someone! Even if it isn’t me.”

“That’s the thing! I don’t trust anyone except you with it!”

You sounded defeated, “Then why don’t you tell me? You haven’t slept, Y/N. You need to take care of yourself. I can’t just sit back and watch you do this to yourself. It’s not healthy.”

That isn’t the last time I heard you say that, but it was the first. That became your favorite phrase at the end. “It’s not healthy,” as if you’re the judge of what’s healthy and not.

My heart ached at the sight of you; purple scarf disheveled and your eye bags a similar color. Your hair was tousled from running your hands through it and you looked like you might cry. I patted the seat next to me so you would sit down and then before I could even think them, the words were tumbling out of my mouth. Every. Damn. Detail.”

He remembered it so clearly, as if it were yesterday. The cold air bit at your skin causing you to shiver and pull your coat tighter. The only warmth either of you felt was what was radiating off the other. It wasn’t much.

“It’s the nightmare, like the nightmare. The same one from Jacksonville. It just won’t go away. I wake up sweaty and disoriented and I can’t breathe.”

Silence came. How hadn't he heard you wake up the last few nights? Why didn’t he notice? He silently scolded himself while watching your feet draw little shapes in the snow. The flakes landed on your hair perfectly and the light made you look like you had a halo. An angel. His angel.

You got yourself together and back tracked, “Do you know what I did before the BAU Spence?”

He thought for a moment and realized he didn’t. He had no idea. It was a strange feeling. He knew the last four or so years of your life so well. He spent two and some change of them with you, together, but he knew little about you before then. He knew about your family and your childhood, but that was it. Your early twenties were a secret.

“No, I don’t,” He croaked, running his hands nervously down his pants, as if they were sweaty, “Rossi just called you one day and the next you were here.”

You sighed and didn’t dare look at him, “I worked with Organized Crime in California. With the Bratva.”

“The russian mafia?” His voice went high, like it always did when he was confused.

“Let me start at the beginning,” You took a deep breath and held it for a moment, “I went to school, got my criminal justice degree, you know the usual stuff. I worked on various other criminal psychology and forensic degrees and certs until I turned twenty-three.”

“So you could join the bureau,” he finished your sentence.

You pursed your lips and nodded, “Yeah, it was my life long dream. So I joined at 23, found myself in organized crimes twenty weeks later. I was on the fast track. Not as fast as you of course,” You smiled and bumped your shoulder with his, earning a warm smile that made you feel more comfortable.

“I worked various cases for a year or two. Low level stuff, you know? Until they actually needed me.”

He was nervous to hear it now, half regretting asking, and half celebrating the fact that you’d share your deepest darkest with him.

“You know like in old movies when the gangster has a pretty girl in a skimpy dress on his lap? And she pretends to know nothing about what he does? Yeah that was me. Turns out I was the right age and type for Alexei. So there I was. Twenty-five. Had no idea what I was doing, going undercover.”

“Like Emily did with Doyle,” he said.

You nodded, “Like Emily and Doyle. That’s part of why we got along so well, we both had similar experiences. She knew what the long haul was like.”

“How long were you under?” Spencer whispered.

“Sixteen months.”

His eyes went wide, “Sixteen?”

“Yup,” you popped the ‘p’.

“That’s a long time.”

“You don’t become a mafia kingpin’s girlfriend overnight, Reid.”

He laughed. You didn’t.

“See you guys do the short stints. A night, maybe a day or so. It’s different. It’s draining. Constantly worrying about knowing the details of my cover while also not losing myself in the process. Sometimes I couldn’t tell where the cover ended and I started. I was paranoid, looking over my shoulder constantly. If they knew who I was, I’d get killed instantly.”

He stiffened next to you, but you carried on.

“And you can’t break character. You have to do whatever they want. I had to be his girlfriend. I had to pretend to love him. You know how tiring that is? Pretending to be in love with a man you’re trying to take down? Pretending to like what he likes? Pretending to want to be a part of the sick shit they did?”

He sighed, “You had to do everything he wanted.”

His heart sank and he suddenly felt angry. He needed to punch this guy in the face.

“Everything,” You practically spit out, venom dripping from the words, “And Alexei’s favorite pastime was killing people who he thought were disloyal. He’d switch it up. Some days he liked to make them suffer, others it was one between the eyes and out. He liked to make me watch. He liked hurting the dancers too. They had a club, they always have a damn club, and those girls were the only friends I had for months. He liked to hurt them too, defile them. ‘Ruin them’ he’d say.”

Spencer’s arm reached around you now. The cold was getting to both of you, but you didn’t budge from the bench. You didn’t curl into him for safety. You just stared at the snow.

“He liked when it hurt. He liked to throw things at me. Bruise me. Pull my hair. God I hated it,” your voice was a mere whisper now. Spencer’s grip around you tightened with every word. He wanted to protect you. He always wanted to protect you.

“Shh, it’s okay,” He mumbled into your hair. A few frozen tears dripped down your cheeks. You sat like that, silently sobbing while remembering what had happened to you. What you’d seen.

“What happened to him?”

You took a shaky breath, “I begged them to let me out. We had enough. I had stacks and stacks of pictures and evidence. But they didn’t let me. My awful handler would always say ‘just a few more days, Y/N, just a few.’ Then that would become another month. The job only needed eight months. I was there double that. Finally, they did the raid. I got kudos and congratulations. A promotion and a couple extra bucks, as if that would take away what I had been through. I wasn’t myself anymore.”

You took a thick swallow, finding it hard to breathe, “So I quit.”

Spencer held you still, not moving a muscle.

“I quit. I gave up my dream. I moved back to Connecticut. I made coffee at Starbucks for $7.25 an hour. I read. I went on trips and vacations. I needed to find myself again. Then one day you guys stumbled into them and Rossi called me since I knew first hand how they worked. That was all I needed. A taste of it again, and I was all in. So a week later I showed up, Rossi raving about my ‘ability to get information out of people.’ I developed the skill to survive, Spence.”

You turned into him now, head on his chest.

“So the nightmares are those memories. The girl’s faces. The young kids who messed up jobs. They’re hurting and I can’t save them. That’s the nightmare.”

You sat in silence, letting the words hang in the air between you. You were tired and spent, leaning your full body weight into him. He was just trying to relax and keep calm. He was pissed, and a little bit was directed at you.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, but thank you for telling me,” His voice was low and raspy, his head spinning. For just over two years he had been your person. Your rock. And he didn’t know this about you? Why couldn’t you tell him? He told you all of his dirty secrets; his dad, the kidnapping, the drugs, and you ‘couldn’t tell him?’ Why?

“That’s why I was so scared when Emily ‘died.’” You used air quotes around the last word, “Her nightmare came true.”

“Yours won’t.”

You sniffled and rubbed your ice cold nose, “I know. You guys keep me safe.”

You looked up at him, falling into his big doe eyes. They were hurt and twisty, but full of love. And you looked at him like he was everything in the world. In that moment, he was.

He treated you differently after that night. He was always kind and gentle, but he approached you with a new sense of care. He didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. Someone finally understood you, and it felt so good. But one thing always bothered him, why did you wait so long to tell him? He didn’t think he’d ever know.

“I loved you and trusted you enough to lay it all out for you, and you took it all in. You told me you wouldn’t let it change anything, but it did. I thought it changed us for the better. Maybe it didn’t, I’m still not sure. You told me it made me stronger, more resilient. It made you love me more, if that was even possible. It made me human. You told me Ernest Hemingway once said “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” You said I was strong at those broken places.

So that’s what this photostrip is to me. It’s the day I officially took all of my walls down and showed you the parts of me that aren’t pretty, and you didn’t run away. You stayed and kissed me on that freezing cold park bench and warmed me up with a hug I never wanted to leave. I thought after that it would take something much greater than you or I to break this apart, like divine intervention. We were impenetrable, but then again, so was the Titanic.

That night I didn’t have any nightmares. I didn’t have a bad one until a few weeks ago. I missed having you next to me during it. You were right, talking about it does help. I’ll find someone out here to talk to, I promise.

That night, all the walls were finally down. I think that was my fatal mistake, if only I kept them up a little while longer.

So look at us, all young and innocent before the world left us jaded and hurt. I miss your cheek kisses and the way your hands feel snaking around my waist. I miss your fact dumps and the way you feel like home. Thank you for taking me at my worst, loving me, and leaving me better than I was when you got there. Just like being under, it’s now hard for me to tell where I end and you begin. So many parts of you became parts of me. I’ll have to work on finding myself again, and this time I won’t do it over grande java-chip frappucinos, I’ll do it over case files. I’m finally done running away.”

Spencer’s throat was dry and his palms were so sweaty the ink was bleeding underneath his fingers. How was he sweating when it was barely ten degrees outside? He put the letter and photo strip back in the box and stuffed it in the passenger seat of his car before walking back into the park.

The fountain was off again, but he remembered what it looked like running. He walked the same paths you had walked with him a million times. He never wanted to walk them alone. He wondered if Seattle had any nice parks like this for you to walk through. He hoped you were close to Pike Place Market so you could order a coffee at the first ever Starbucks. He hoped you were happy.

He remembered the way the park looked in the summertime, all lush, green grass and kid’s playing. He remembered the picnic you went on when the blanket flew away. He remembered kissing you under huge trees and feeding birds. As he walked around, he could almost see it, shadows of the people you used to be.

He walked for maybe an hour before retreating back to his crappy car and crying for a moment. He didn’t turn the music back on as he drove home. He just thought of the way your body racked with tears at the nightmares and how he could always calm you down, almost instantly. He wondered who would see you through the nightmares now? They’re too hard to do alone.

He didn’t remember when he got home, seemingly having driven on auto-pilot the whole time. When he got back inside he dropped the box and made a beeline for where his copy of your photo strip was, on one of his many shelves covered in books. He grabbed the book he had started six months ago. It was a gift from Rossi and he only read half of it, a rarity for him. When he got halfway through, everything happened and he couldn’t bring himself to open the book up anymore. He rifled through the pages of ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’ and found the photo strip where it was acting as a bookmark on the page where he had left off. He took it out and slammed the book closed, not wanting to read any of the words, even by accident.

He took the strip over and compared it to yours. His was worn and bent and the shiny photo paper had dulled from the many pages he had stuck it between. Yours was in perfect condition, still shiny and even a little sticky, like it hadn’t been touched. He stared at them, wondering what your life would be now if you could’ve held onto the people in that photo booth. There were so many what-ifs, he didn’t even know where to begin. He knew he couldn’t just leave it at these letters, he needed more. He needed to see you and he fully intended on breaking your ground rules, but not until he was finished. He walked back to the box with newfound vigor, and grabbed #9.

PART 10!

taglist: @l0ve-0f-my-life @aperrywilliams @helloniallslovelies @random-ravings

@ajwantsapancake @andiebeaword @boiled-onionrings @frnks-stuff @icantevenanymore1 @mellifluouswildbluebells @rottenearly @sammypotato67 @blushingwueen @peaxhyjaes @justanotherfangurlz @juniorgman187 @mbowles23-blog @blameitonthenight @goldentournesol

(i think some tags aren’t working so if anyone knows how to fix that pls lmk :)

#spencer reid #spencer x you #spencer #spencer reid fic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #dr spencer reid #reid #reid x you #reid fic #cm fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

99 notes · View notes

violetwolfraven · 4 years

Text

Crossover Headcanons

((I know I have requests in my inbox but I just had to get this out of my head. Also I probably won’t be posting those requests for a while because my writer’s block is only barely starting to lift, so...))

Anyway this is gonna start off from one perspective and go to more later. Enjoy. 💜

Tw: past death, nightmares

...

So this is a... spin-off? Of the reincarnation au? An alternate timeline? A variant? Whatever it is the newsies are reincarnated and remember their past.

Also somehow most of them are going to the same college here, (I’m not going to say which one because I don’t want to research colleges right now) even if they’ve got a wide range of majors.

There’s only one dorm building even if people are only allowed to share a room with someone of the same gender.

This works out well for Elmer, because he’s pretty happy to be rooming with his boyfriend, Buttons.

But then he gets up to the floor their dorm is on and almost drops the box he’s holding.

Because it’s fuckin her. His national-level math nemesis since 11th grade. They’ve only faced off twice, the first time with her team winning and the second with his winning, but they’re each the only one who can beat the other in a math competition.

Elmer can see the shock in her eyes as she recognizes him and shouts YOU and then she’s stomping over to him aggressively enough that he’s pretty sure she wants to throw down physically.

Jack (who’s also on that floor with Davey) figures that too, and steps in front of him before she gets too close, but that girl acts like she doesn’t even notice him and shouts I WAS HALF A SECOND BEHIND YOU SOLVING THAT PROBLEM!

Elmer is kinda terrified but he defensively shoots back well I still solved it first and moves around Jack because this is his math nemesis and his fight.

The girl scowls at him for a couple more seconds then just sticks out her hand to shake, and Elmer realizes that he doesn’t actually know her name beyond the surname he’s seen on the back of her mathletes jacket. She introduces herself as Cady Heron.

Elmer Kazprzak, he responds, and Cady looks like she’s trying not to laugh, but he figures that’s probably fair, with how ‘Elmer’ was a common name in 1885 but not so much in 2003.

Jack clears his throat so Elmer introduces him but forgets that this isn’t their high school so things like oh this is Jack. He’s basically my dad. are weird.

Cady definitely thinks it’s weird but she doesn’t question it. Instead she just asks where Elmer is living, and it turns out, of course, he and Buttons are right next door to her and her roommate, Karen.

(I say Cady is living with Karen because Gretchen wanted to live with Regina and rules be damned Janis is with Damien.)

Elmer isn’t completely sure he’s not going to get murdered in his sleep but he guesses if he could handle the 1899 Newsboy Strike and World War I he can handle Cady Heron.

Meanwhile Katherine is going to Harvard so Sarah is rooming with someone she’s never met and she’s a little nervous.

And in stomps a girl who declares I’m a lesbian and if you have a problem with that tell me now so I can switch dorms.

And Sarah responds with my girlfriend out at Harvard would be pretty pissed at me if I did have a problem with that.

The girl lets her guard down, explains that she comes from a small town, and says her name is Alyssa Greene.

After that little bump, they get along good. Alyssa explains that her girlfriend, Emma, registered late and couldn’t get a dorm with who she wanted.

And Sarah’s just kinda like wait Emma as in Unruly Hearts Emma? Alyssa’s just like yeah!! I’m so proud of her!!

Sarah brags a bit about how Katherine is studying to be a journalist with a specialty in queer stories and long story short they become besties and eventually Alyssa introduces Emma for real and Sarah introduces Smalls and Sniper.

Emma and Alyssa are a bit thrown by the whole nickname thing but hey whatever now they have a Lesbian Club!

They do meet up with the boys occasionally but the Lesbian Club meets on a video call with Katherine every Saturday.

Anyway Jack meets Janis in art class and initially they kinda think each other is weird because their styles are very different but then they get in an actual conversation and get along amazingly.

Jack is definitely a fan of Janis’s philosophy of when someone hurts your friends you attack and grind your foe into the ground.

Janis tells her new bestie about Cady and Damien (and Regina, Gretchen, and Karen, though she still keeps Cady and Damien closer than the former Plastics) and she’s honestly shocked by the amount of friends Jack tells her about.

She does recognize some names, though. Romeo and Damien are both theatre majors and they’ve become friends.

But anyway Jack and Janis are like. Super good friends. Art buddies. Mlm/wlw solidarity. Protective friend pals.

Janis is pretty surprised when she introduces him to Cady and they’ve already met, and apparently oh fuck your math nemesis is Jack’s Elmer???

Jack’s just going oh fuck Elmer’s math nemesis Cady is Janis’s Cady???

Also Regina met Spot and Sarah at the gym and now they meet up with a few other people every other week to throw down like their own personal fight club.

At first Regina was just angrily trying to fight with no technique, but don’t worry, Spot and Sarah teach her.

There weren’t a ton of out gays at Northshore High, so yeah the Mean Girls crew definitely gets along with the Newsies crew out of solidarity.

Janis and at least one of the Plastics but I can’t choose which one(s) join the Lesbian Club.

Meanwhile Race is super hyped to meet Emma cause like I choreographed a dance to your song wanna see???

Emma is flattered but kinda weirded out and she mentions her friend Angie who’s a dancer too and Race is just *error 404*

Cause of course he saw the news story and knows Emma knows these 4 big Broadway stars but it just. Hasn’t connected until this moment that she like has their numbers.

He tries not to freak out too much cause he knows that’s weird but Emma eventually goes do you wanna meet her? And Race goes do I wanna meet her? She’s only my IDOL!! she’s been dancing like 20 years and she’s still got it!!

Emma calls Angie partially because she likes her new dancer friend and wants to make him happy and partially because she wants to prove to Angie that people do appreciate her zazz and despite how she was just a chorus girl until a few months ago this random boy from New York has been a fan since he was 12.

Angie can’t exactly fly over at the drop of a hat but she watches some videos on YouTube of Race dancing and like holy hell this kid is good. And his friends are too but this kid right here has zazz off the charts.

When she finds out he’s an orphan she’s lowkey can I adopt him??? but then she finds out he already has an adoptive mother and it’s Medda Larkin.

Medda Larkin who did more than a few shows with Angie when they were young but left Broadway to open her own theatre.

They fell out of touch years ago but still follow each other on Instagram and stuff.

But Angie shows Barry and Dee Dee and she’s super excited like remember Medda Larkin??? THIS IS HER ADOPTIVE KID AND HE’S AMAZING

And they watch YouTube clips of Emma’s new friends in high school shows and like wtf these kids are fuckin talented why aren’t they on Broadway???

They almost tell Emma to tell her friends to drop out of college and come straight (haha not that straight) to Broadway but Trent is like wtf no education is important.

Whatever the actors aren’t that relevant.

Sarah has a nightmare about her death one night. And with the others it’s not as big of a deal because they’re all rooming with each other, but Sarah’s roommate isn’t one of them.

She thinks Alyssa is asleep so she calls Katherine crying about how scared she was, how guilty she felt to be leaving her brothers and friends and Kath without a goodbye.

And Alyssa isn’t quite awake, but she’s awake enough that she hears Sarah whisper about how everything is just so stupid complicated. I shouldn’t be afraid of dying when I’ve done it before—when we’ve all died horribly—but I still am, Kitty. I can’t stop being afraid.

Alyssa is out of it enough that she falls back asleep, but when she wakes up she knows what she heard. That her roommate thinks she had a past life and died and implied that all her friends did.

Emma notices she’s acting weird and when she asks what’s wrong she tells her.

They both know it sounds crazy, but...

Emma tentatively points out some weird things about their friends from New York.

She’s study buddies with Race and occasionally he points something out she got wrong on her history homework. Something so small and inconsequential that it would’ve been almost impossible for him to know unless he was there and remembered from experience.

Smalls and Sniper have a habit of jumping apart if they were so much as holding hands and someone walks in on them, even though they come from a mostly accepting city with an accepting friend group.

That whole group straight up skipped history class the whole week they were learning about World War I and refused to make up the work.

They bring the half-baked theory to Janis who immediately remembers all the times she’s seen Jack draw small war-torn towns in France and dirty city streets and an outdated skyline as if seen from a rooftop, all of them too detailed to be anything but directly copied from something Jack has seen before.

But the question is if they’re drawn from a reference photo or a memory.

Cady realizes, upon hearing the theory, that Elmer and Buttons never take her up on offers to come to football games because they don’t like the noise.

More specifically, she remembers the look on her nemesis/frenemy’s face when he said he didn’t like fireworks.

Aaron notices that Davey always solves math problems by hand. He never uses a calculator unless someone reminds him it’s an option. And half the time, he defaults to using his right hand with terrible handwriting even though he’s left handed. Almost like he was raised with the whole ‘left hand devil’ thing, which doesn’t make sense because he went to a public school; not a religious one.

Damien realizes that Romeo has a habit of correcting the costume department, like he knows the period clothing for Hello, Dolly! better than they do. It annoys the hell out of them because upon some research, he is always right.

Regina notes how Spot and Sarah fight like they’re fighting for their lives in a street brawl. She knows that because she started taking karate in an attempt to win fights. She noticed months ago that her friends use technique that’s barely sustainable, like they’re just trying to stay alive until they can run or backup comes.

However all this is just fun and games, a crack theory they’re all mildly creeped out by but don’t really believe, until Gretchen finds it.

An article on the Newsboy Strike of 1899.

There’s a copy of the Newsies Banner, written by Katherine Plumber, which references strike leaders Jack Kelly and David Jacobs.

But they could write that off as just a creepy coincidence if not for the photo.

It’s the one Katherine and Darcy took that first day, which is in black and white and not the greatest quality, but clearly shows a lot of familiar faces.

A later story by this Katherine Plumber documents lives of street kids with interviews from kids with the same odd nicknames as the group they know.

Regina was the most cynical about this theory and even she can’t deny it now. There’s just too much evidence.

Especially when Karen finds Crutchie’s obituary, but Regina stops her from showing it to anyone else because that’s just too creepy.

The Mean Girls crew and Alyssa and Emma are... unsure if they should confront their friends about this, because a) this is freaky and b) the newsie gang is clearly still harboring trauma due to their deaths.

Plus, as Damien points out, being gay was illegal in 1899. Do you think they want a reminder of how they had to hide their feelings for each other back then?

Emma and Alyssa share a knowing look because they know what that’s like.

In the end Karen lets it slip when she asks Davey a question about her history homework involving World War II, mistakenly believing he was there.

Davey naturally questions her about it and she spills the entire story about how Alyssa heard Sarah’s phone call and they figured everything else out from there. She even shows him the article with the 1899 photo and the Newsies Banner.

And... shit, there’s a lot of memories behind that picture. And that’s them, over a hundred years ago, when they were kids and they weren’t all the same age like this time around.

The old Davey looks so big compared to Romeo and Elmer and god was Specs tall for a 15-year-old.

Davey didn’t even meet Smalls and Sniper in this lifetime until they were 16, but in that picture they’re only 13 and they’re so small.

A sidenote on Katherine has a picture of her in a hairstyle he hasn’t seen her in since 1917.

It’s a mixture between ptsd and nostalgia and Davey can’t decide whether to freak out or be happy.

He takes the article to Jack and tells him about how Gretchen found it and their non-reincarnated friends know.

Jack’s silently cursing the fact that he really should have been more careful with what he drew around Janis, but it’s kinda a relief that they know, honestly.

He shoots a quick text to the group chat and then turns his phone on do not disturb mode while he sits Janis down for a little chat.

He doesn’t go into graphic detail, but he does tell her an abridged version of everything. How they were basically a family and all lgbt+ in the early 20th century and how they died before their time and got a second chance.

It’s more than a little freaky for Janis, but it does explain a lot.

Such as how Jack demonstrates on a dare that he can still do some parkour because once upon a time, he used it to run from the cops.

Elmer tells Cady he’s so quick at math because he used to have to calculate change quickly and later had to help Jack and Davey come up with battle plans based on numbers vs tactics and terrain.

Regina definitely trusts Spot’s combat advice a lot more now because he was essentially a gang leader as a teenager and it has literally saved his life.

Race admits to Emma that her song made him cry because... in this lifetime he might not have had to be closeted, but in his last he was constantly worried about getting arrested or worse if people found out not just about him and his boyfriend, but his friends. His family.

Emma may or may not collaborate with him after that to write a song about how much it hurts to be closeted for your own safety and how much better it feels to be free to be who you are. Race dances in the music video and many of the other newsies make appearances but it’s mainly him and Emma. Spot and Alyssa cry when they see it. Damien does, too.

Who am I kidding everyone cries.

They get like 4 million hits on YouTube and it’s amazing.

The title is probably In the Light or something.

Also Cady, Aaron, Kevin, and Elmer form their own college level mathletes team and no one can beat them.

(Kevin’s not as close with the main group literally only because I don’t know that much about him as a character.)

(Also Stacy, Kailey, and whatever their boyfriends’ names are might be there somewhere but I don’t know them either.)

Katherine does get to meet the new kids in person eventually. And also I didn’t mention this earlier but Specs goes to Harvard too and he comes to visit too.

The power when the Lesbian Club finally gets to meet all in person? Unparalleled.

19 notes · View notes

bgn846 · 4 years

Text

Marshal’s Creed FFXV Fanfic

Summary:

Cor dresses up for the annual Halloween gala in hopes to win a bet. Can he beat out everyone else at the party with the best costume?

Notes:

I had a fun prompt from my friend @ragewerthers for Cor Leonis getting invited to a Halloween party.... but what in the HELL is he supposed to go as?! Do Regis and Clarus help him? Do the boys help him? Does he decide to go scary? Funny? Mythical?

I hope you all enjoy, I had fun writing this! :)

Work Text:

“What is he wearing?” Regis asked under his breath from where they were standing near the steps to the throne.

“Not so sure, but it seems pretty popular with the ladies,” Clarus admitted as he craned his neck to see better.

“Dear six, he looks half-naked!” spluttered Regis after a moment.

“Sorta, he’s got pants and maybe something someone would consider a shirt on.” Though Clarus was still clueless as to what Cor had dressed up as. The annual Halloween gala was always a fun event. However, the marshal never dressed up.

Ever.

It was only the quick thinking of Regis with the tempting draw of a bet that enticed their friend into wearing anything special this year. A hefty amount of 500gil sat waiting for Cor if he dressed up and won one of the sundry costume awards to be gifted that night. The prizes given out were little awards trinkets, and the bragging rights until the next party. Of course, Cor could care less about any of that, the only reason he’d even agreed, was to prove Regis wrong and maybe relieve him of some decent spending cash.

The king had figured Cor wasn’t creative enough to even stand a chance. Regis had merely snorted and waved him off when the marshal assured them he’d win something. Now, as Clarus watched their friend navigate through the crowd he was beginning to think Regis might have to pay up at the end of the night.

The squeals of impressed party goers only got louder as Cor approached, as did the flash of lights from photos being snapped. The crowds dispersed once he’d reached the king. Cor yawned once seemingly bored with the whole affair already. “You might as well give me the money now, Regis.”

“Never!” the king hissed, “You aren’t going to win, look at you! What is that, it looks like a pile of rags!”

Before Cor could answer a young staffer passing by interrupted them with a shout, “Awesome costume!” They left just as quickly as Clarus began to examine the outfit in more detail.

“I’m afraid I’m lost as to what you are, care to enlighten us?”

“Eh, this? I have no idea, Noct helped me pick it out. Said it was the best costume to wear and had Ignis go online and order me one before I could say no.”

“You asked my son to help you?”

“Nope, he found out I was going to dress up and he nearly flipped. How could I say no, he begged me to let him help.”

“Still what the hell are you?” Regis asked in exasperation.

“An assassin I think?” Cor supplied with a furrowed brow. “Honestly, the kid was talking too fast for me to catch the exact name, but he said it was from a game.”

“Why in the heck would an assassin wear that? Your entire right side is exposed, seems like a defensive nightmare.”

“I’ll admit it’s not exactly realistic but it’s comfy at least.” Cor offered with a shrug.

“I don’t know why you let my son talk you into this, you look ridiculous.” Regis was about to add more when another party-goer/staffer wandered by and started staring. They were of course after a picture of Cor. The staffer was young and blushing like mad but still managed to ask for a selfie.

“I’m sorry what were you saying majesty? I got pulled away to have my picture taken because I’m going to win.”

Regis sneered and turned around to walk away. Clarus couldn’t help but snicker at the sight. Regis was a sore loser so a part of him hoped Cor wouldn’t win, but he probably would. The marshal, though not a youthful twenty-year-old anymore, could hold his own in the looks department. He was only in his forties now but still trained just as hard. His well-defined six-pack was evidence of that. Clarus suspected that most of the girls wandering over were trying to get a better look at what he’d been hiding under his guard uniform.

Cor for once didn’t mind the attention and even smiled for a few shots. It was nice to see his friend out of his element for once. “Have you seen his highness?” Clarus asked, figuring Noct would have at least had to help Cor get ready. Otherwise, the man wouldn’t have known how to wear the costume.

“Yeah, he’s coming soon, he was getting picky about his nails.”

“What?”

“You’ll see, he’ll match grumpy pants over there,” Cor announced with a chuckle. “Regis thinks sporting little tiny fake fangs makes him a good vampire. He’s so wrong.”

“Oh dear,” Clarus could only guess what Noct had conjured up. Ignis would have been key in gathering his needed elements, but the idea was most likely the princes. “What are the others dressing up as?”

Cor barked out a laugh, “I only saw Ignis and Prompto but it appeared they were wearing matching black suits.”

“That’s it?”

“Almost, if you don’t count the wolf tail they both had clipped to their belts and the wolf ear headbands.”

“I’m so confused,” he sighed. However, right as he was about to ask for more details a sudden hush overtook the room. Looking up he noticed what had caused the reaction. Ignis, Prompto, and his son were stalking over towards them. They all matched and looked quite formidable. However, Noct seemed to be missing. The black suits had matching black shirts and ties to go with. One might take them all for security guards aside from the addition of the animal ears atop their heads. One thing Cor hadn’t mentioned was their eye color. Each had donned a pair of contacts that made their eyes look golden and cat-like.

As they neared, Clarus realized there was a fourth pair of legs hiding behind Ignis. This must be the prince. Waiting patiently as the group finally came to a rest in front of them, Clarus was treated to the reveal. A pale hand with amusingly long pointy black nails slowly crept out from behind Ignis arm. It reached out and pointed straight at him. Then in a move that had Clarus snorting with laughter, Noct curled his fingers and beckoned him closer.

“You’re nuts if you think I’m letting you near me with those daggers,” he laughed.

Noct merely shook his finger and carefully leaned to the side to show his face. The prince’s hair was slicked back and someone had drawn in an exaggerated widow’s peak.

“I see you’re taking your role far more seriously than your father.”

“I shall win,” was all Noct uttered before he hissed and retreated behind his bodyguards again.

With a quick bow, Ignis led the way back out into the party. The advisor was playing his part very well and looked like he’d snap a person in two if they even tried to talk to the prince. Prompto was fighting to hide a smile as they turned to leave. Gladio offered Clarus and eyebrow waggle and a wink before he left. They were having fun it seemed.

“So forgive me for being a little behind on my fantasy lore, why are they all wearing animal ears and tails?” Clarus asked kindly.

“He’s a vampire and he needs his werewolf pack to protect him.”

“Ah, I see. Noct basically thought up the perfect costume, ensuring he doesn’t have to talk with anyone.”

“Pretty much, he’s clever in that way, unlike his old man!” Cor teased as Regis joined them again.

Ignoring Cor’s comment, Regis stared at Noct’s retreating party and tilted his head, “Was that my son?”

“Yep you missed the reveal; he’s a vampire with a coven of werewolves.”

Regis simply smiled and straightened his shoulders slightly, “He takes after me in so many ways.”

Cor groaned loudly and rolled his eyes, “You wish, look it I’m gonna go mingle and get some more votes in my favor. I’m winning this contest tonight, be ready to pay up.”

Regis tried to whack Cor in the shin with his cane, but the marshal was quicker and leaped out of the way. He laughed and casually wandered away, complete with a smug look of satisfaction.

“He’s such a brat sometimes,” Regis huffed.

“He’s only five years younger than you.”

“Shut it; let’s go see if we can convince the judges to ban him or something.”

Cor did not get banned.

Clarus had the joy of watching his friend claim a very special award, the citadels’ sexiest costume. Apparently, the panel of judges was also distracted by Cor’s exposed right side and six-pack. The few other contestants in that category didn’t stand a chance. No manner of makeup could fake muscles or a square jawline.

Regis didn’t have to pout for long though when his son won the night's overall best costume design. The king was proud of his son and his friends. They’d banded together to create a memorable look. Noct stayed in character when he accepted his award and tried to bite one of the presenters. Gladio sprang into action and held him back. The room erupted in laughter and cheers.

Suddenly thankful they could all enjoy moments like this together; Clarus smiled and looked over to his friend and King. Regis must have had a similar reaction as he returned a warm smile of his own and a small nod.

The rest of the night was a blur; Cor had come playfully demanding his money. Regis denied him, but Clarus knew he’d pay up in the morning. His liege kept trying to accuse Cor of cheating since he was only wearing half a costume. The marshal would then wiggle his award in front of Regis’ face as a rebuttal.

The music soon turned up loud enough that they couldn’t talk anymore. Opting to retreat to the far corner of the room the three friends sat and relaxed. They spend the remainder of the evening commenting on the costumes and the terrible music.

The End.

AO3 link is posted in the comments.

#ffxv #fanfic #cor leonis #the immortal #the marshal

24 notes · View notes

feistypaants-archived · 5 years

Text

Between The Pipes [Chapter 5]

Rating: M Words: 1742 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: a short boi, sorry! .... hopefully still semi-enjoyable... decided to denote a POV change mid chapter with a bigger break in paragraphs. Hope that’s fine!

Thanks for all the love y’all are the best!!

Enjoy!

Sven had kept true to his word, and after practice for the last few days he had been inviting her out to lunch or dinner to help her learn the basics of the sport. In return, she happily bought him whatever food or drink he wanted.

“So that, and icing, are two major things that will cause a stoppage of play.”

Anna spent a lot of time nodding and writing notes these days. She wanted to prove that she could do more than just smile pretty for the camera, wanted to prove that she could figure this all out and be an actual reporter for the team. Or at least more than just a recognizable face.

“Other than penalties.”

“Yeah, those too,” Sven chuckled, nodding. “And unfortunately, some of our boys really like to get penalties.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. From seeing how they behaved in practice, it wouldn’t really surprise her to see a long list of penalties per game. “Hey, as long as they get it done, right?”

“Right.”

He leaned over, grabbing the pen and notepad from her before drawing a diagram of the rink. “So… here’s the anatomy of an ice rink.”

They spent another thirty minutes discussing every marking on the ice, learning who was positioned where, what faceoff circle was used when, what all the marks around the net meant, and every other little thing that she questioned him about. Anna’s brain was starting to hurt. It wasn’t complicated, but it was just so much.

“I think it’s time for another drink,” she laughed, twisting in her chair and looking around for the server.

A smile was on her face until her eyes landed on him, walking through the door with a cocky grin pulling at his lips. She felt her cheeks flush, and a thick lump form in her throat as her fingers tightened on the back of the chair.

Sure, she had been seeing him at the rink, but rarely out of gear, and rarely… this put together.

His dark wash jeans were tight and fitted around his thighs and ass, a cream colored Henley stretched over his chest, and it was all topped off with a warm, all-the-colors-of-autumn flannel rolled up past his forearms. Sighing deeply, Anna bit at her bottom lip, startling when a finger tapped her shoulder.

“You’re drooling.”

Anna jumped, wiped at her lower lip, and frowned as her lipstick smeared across the back of her hand. “What?” She laughed, pressing her hands flat against the table. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Fuck, did he know?!

Sven grinned and raised his hand in the air. “Kris! Over here!”

Anna shrunk, face beet red and thumb raised to her mouth, teeth chewing nervously on the nail. Why was she getting so flustered? She had been pretty successfully avoiding him over the last few days, knowing that she was horribly embarrassed after the incident in the weight room, and knowing that the second he opened his mouth she’d probably be irritated again.

But lord, she liked to look.

She could feel his presence behind her, looming over the back of her chair as he moved to sit in the only free chair at the table, his hand skimming the backrest of her seat. “Why’d you invite her?” He started, jerking his thumb towards her as his eyes locked on Sven.

“Well, to be fair, she and I were already here, and I invited you.” Sven lifted one brow, frustration obvious on his features. “Didn’t I tell you to try and stop being an asshole?”

Anna couldn’t help the laugh that came out as more of a snort, and Kristoff’s eyes jerked over to her, looking her up and down quickly before he rolled his eyes.

“We were going over the basics. Any brilliant bits of insight you’d like to bestow upon her?” Sven seemed as if he was trying to keep it casual, but Anna could sense a tiny bit of tension rising around the table.

It was probably because of her.

Kristoff lifted one hand to signal to the curious waiter that he was ready, and quickly ordered a beer. “Insight?” He laughed, leaning forward with his arm pressed against the table top. “Maybe don’t get a job in a sport you know nothing about?”

Anna felt her shoulders tighten, and clenched her fingers on the table edge. She would not let him get to her. She would not let this asshole get under her skin.

“Another great piece of advice. Thanks so much.”

“Kristoff.” Sven’s voice held a warning, as if the strict captain was starting to emerge. “I’m serious.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his beer as soon as it came. Then stayed quiet. As if he decided it was better to say nothing at all, because he probably didn’t have anything nice to say anyway.

Anna felt herself shrinking, felt herself frustrated and upset from one sentence. All he had to do was open his mouth, and her good mood was shot. “You know…” Sven turned to her, and Anna smiled while reaching down to grab her bag. “I should probably go. Thanks,” she patted his shoulder and moved to stand.

“Oh, come on,” Sven leaned further back in his chair, and she jumped slightly when he kicked Kristoff under the table. “You don’t have to go on account of this dickwad.”

Kristoff was practically glaring at Sven.

“Seriously, right Kristoff?”

Kristoff rolled his eyes and lifted the bottle to his lips, voice monotone and clearly sarcastic. “Oh, please, don’t go.”

Taking in a deep breath, Anna raised her bag to her shoulder, straightening her posture. “No, it’s fine. I’m very clearly not wanted here. But, Sven,” she turned to him then, leaning forward and squeezing his shoulder again. “Seriously, thanks so much. Can we meet again tomorrow?”

He smiled and nodded. “Maybe do a mock-interview?”

Anna felt herself lighten. Sven was a good friend, and she was grateful that he wasn’t hitting on her like some of the other players were. “Sounds great.”

She stood straight again and turned to Kristoff. “Kristoff, a pleasure as always.”

“Always. See ya.”

An exaggerated eye roll and then she stalked off, hands gripping the strap of her bag tighter. She felt a burning on her back, and itch on her neck, and she scurried out even faster, a blush rising on her cheeks.

God damn it.

—

Kristoff let out a low whistle as she left. So sue him, she had a great ass and she was wearing these tight, high waisted jeans that did nothing but emphasize it, and boy oh boy he was completely fine with looking. He laughed as she darted out of sight, and turned his attention back to Sven, who was glaring at him with disdain.

“What?” Kristoff grinned, tapping his bottle on the table. “What!”

“You know what, you prick.”

Rolling his eyes and reaching over to steal a fry from Sven’s plate. ”She’s a spoiled little rich girl who doesn’t deserve the job she got.”

Sven kicked him again, eyebrows furrowing. “At least she’s trying! She could just not care.”

Kristoff scoffed, crossing his arms and slumping lower in his chair. Sven was right, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud.

“Look, man,” Sven started, clasping his hands together in front of him on the table. “I know you’re like super weird whenever you feel like something could affect your career, but just…” he rolled his neck, curls bouncing with the movement. “She’s a nice girl, I don’t think she asked for this job. Besides, it’s not like she’s doing anything that’s hard. Just interviewing. Anyone could do that job.”

He let out a hmph before scratching at the back of his head.

“Give her an actual chance, dude.”

Kristoff didn’t know exactly what it was about her that was getting so deep under his skin. It wasn’t just the attraction, right? He’d been attracted to other girls who worked at the rink, and that never got him quite like this.

Was it the threat that she was related to the owner? That letting her get close could just result in more hurt? In career-ending fights?

Or was it the way she could handle him, kick him back down a notch, the sheer fire in her personality that made him sweat with just a glance?

He groaned, leaning forward and pressing his head against the table. “Fine, fine. I’ll…” he swallowed, rolling his head to look up towards Sven with sad little eyes. “I’ll try. But I’m not promising anything.”

Sven clapped a hand on his back, grinning. “It’s all I’m asking for, buddy.”

Let’s see how long this lasts.

—

Eventually he got home, a few drinks later, and sat down in his office to watch back some tapes. He needed to figure out where he was lacking last season and make it better.

At least, that was his intention.

But then he wound up on her social media accounts, and couldn’t stop scrolling. Photo after photo of her in different places, smiling brightly, posing, showing off outfits, and all around just writing about her experiences. Far enough down, there was a photo of her in an L.A. Kings jersey, and he felt his features contort with disgust. Poor choice, in his opinion.

Beyond that she had a few pictures with some assorted players, and he felt like some of his suspicions were being confirmed. A girl like that, looking like she does, surrounded by horny hockey players that would do pretty much anything to have sex with her… there was no way she wasn’t taking advantage of it. Especially with how she posed with them, with how their hands rested low on her hips. Especially with how she was putting herself on display.

That, he realized, was what was bothering him.

She knew he was attracted to her, and fuck he knew she was attracted to him, and she must be plotting. But there was no way. He would not have sex with the owner’s daughter. He would not risk his career like that. No matter how hot she was. Nope.

She would not win.

He’d be nice.

But that was it.

He could handle this, easy peasy.

Until the next day, when Sven asked him to fill in for lunch with Anna, and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

#btpfic #sorry this one is so short #just didnt want to swap back to Anna’s POV again #meh

47 notes · View notes

moonlightreal · 4 years

Text

Fate ep 3, first half

They should’ve just changed everybody’s names. I like Terra but she’s nothing like Flora... but Aisha and Musa are nothing like themselves either and Stella is the polar opposite. Bloom is the only one with anything like her own personality and that’s ‘cause “destiny-ridden protagonist” is a pretty universal personality.

But let’s dive back into the show we do have!

When we left our heroine, Bloom had gone all white-eyed! Looks like she’s having a vision of her own birth! Hospital monitors and whatnot, then an old lady leans into view and says, “When the time comes, find me.” Well that was proof you’re a destiny-ridden protagonist if ever I saw it!

So it’s still evening of day 3. Counting days is important.

Aisha asks Bloom what happened and Bloom says, ‘I think I just saw the fairy that left me in the human world.”

Opening sequence!

On the way to class, with backpacks and books. Aisha is wearing a very acceptable teal snakeskin-print outfit. Bloom’s in a red shirt. Bloom stops to look at the alumni photos on the walls, trying to recognize the fairy from her vision. Aisha is unimpressed with this plan, which I think is pretty sensible. The most powerful fairies come through Alfea and this fairy was powerful enough to easter-egg a memory in Bloom’s head for sixteen years. Bloom of course hopes this fairy can lead her to her birth parents. Aisha just doesn’t want Bloom to get her hopes up. Clearly aisha does not recognize the signs of protagonistness.

Outside it’s cloudy and all the specialists are doing their martial arts stuff. Silva’s looking remarkably healthy for someone who was extremely poisoned yesterday! He corrects some students, and Sky and Riven put on a great show. Props to the actors and choreography people! Riven fights with two swords, and he dumps Sky on the mat at the end.

...nope, it’s been a week since the attack. It is now day ten and the boys are worried about their teacher. And so am I, if Burned One poison is always deadly how is Silva still up and about? And after the way he described his father dying of it he seems the type to totally take his own way out. I wonder if he’ll survive to the final battle in episode 6 and heroically sacrifice himself, that’d fit.

There’s Stella wearing pastel pink and a skirt the real Stella might almost put on. And a sweater and scarf. I wonder how much of the costume choices are just because it’s quite possibly really dang COLD in Ireland and they don’t want the cast to suffer. They also could be trying for an otherworldly feel by having the clothes be unfashionable but that’s a very strange choice.

Stella has given no thought to poor Silva and thinks he’s fine, only “Are you training later or are we hanging out before the party?” Sky also infodrops that Burned Ones are like vampires and if they kill the one that tagged him Silva will survive.

So either there’s two Burned Ones or Aisha didn’t kill the one she pinned to the tree. I guess they didn’t mention to Dowling that they went out and pinned a Burned One to a tree.

Anyway Stella kisses Sky, who barely notices ‘cause he’s worried for his mentor’s life, and goes to class. Riven starts guessing why Sky took up with Stella again and assumes it’s ‘cause Stella does kinky stuff. Riven giggles like a twelve year old at the thought and Sky pushes him off the bench. Then in a more mature moment Riven pretty much says ‘I'm there for you’ on the whole Silva thing.

I have this suspicion that we’re gonna find out Sky and Stella aren’t having sex, that Sky is trying to help Stella with her magic behind closed doors. Sky’s vibe is so unseduced.

Classroom scene! Potions, I’d guess by the flasks on the desks. 16 students at 8 desks in a very skinny room with Dowling at her desk at the end. The teaching is specific to each student though. Terra blooms a dandelion. Musa’s instruction is to focus on one thought. Bloom has a little pile of twigs and is instructed to light one and keep the fire from spreading to the rest. She says it’s impossible, but then manages. Beatrix just has a little fizz of lightning. She snarks Dowling a little and Bloom and Beatrix share a look. Aisha lifts a sphere of water but when Dowling instructs her to separate drops, the whole thing falls splashing Aisha and Bloom. It seems like she should be able to just un-wet them but I guess not. Class over, Aisha heads off for a swim. Beatrix senses weakness and smirks.

In the greenhouse Silva is getting treatment. Poor guy’s got a great rotting crater in his back with black veins spreading from it. Ouch!

Harvey goes out to get something and Terra’s outside waiting to ask how Silva’s doing. Harvey lies and says he’s fine, and praises terra again for the brave rescue. Terra catches on, ‘You can tell me. I’m not a little kid anymore.” but her dad doesn’t tell her, just kisses her hair and heads off on his errand. T

Terra’s left looking at her reflection in the greenhouse glass.

Beatrix and Callan plot. No luck getting through the barrier in Dowling’s secret passage. They have this chat while walking in the gallery above the cafeteria in public. Callan says they shouldn’t be seen together and Beatrix goes with, “everyone’ll just think you’re perving on me.” and calls Callan a pedo. She shoves him off and twirls right to Riven, who in a charming-slash-weird display, chomps an apple then leans down so Beatrix can bite the apple still in his mouth.

Terra is as baffled by this as I am. Dane describes Beatrix as a huge nerd who can recite the entire history of the Otherworld in between bong hits. So bongs exist in fairyland, and also dowling does a really bad job at keeping her students off drugs. Maybe she needs more than 3 staff members.

Anyway Riven invited Dane to the party and Terra is shocked and clearly territorial/protective over Dane.

At their table Musa and Bloom are talking about Aisha’s failure in class. Turns out Bloom’s parents call her at two in the morning because that’s a sensible hour Switzerland time and it wakes the whole dorm up!

Terra comes over to incoherently ask why Beatrix the history nerd is getting action while she can’t keep Dane’s attention away from a jerk like Riven. She doesn’t say that with words but that’s the real question.

Off in the background Sam catches Musa’s eye and holds up snacks, inviting her to come share. Musa picks cute boy over awkward conversation.

Terra deflates. “I know why really. ‘Cause she drinks and smokes and looks like her and I’m… sorry. How are you?” and Terra turns the conversation to Bloom’s search for the old lady in her memory. Which leads to yearbooks to how Silva is to if Sky’s ok to Terra basically saying, “Sky is a great guy but Stella will straight up murder you if you look at him.” to Stella staring at them from another table. Bloom says she’s just worried about Sky and Terra says, “Ok.” realizing Bloom does not grasp the gravity of the Stella murder situation.

Sky arrives in the greenhouse where Silva is putting his shirt on after another treatment. They talk, Sky offers to take over some teaching so Silva can rest. The army is tracking the Burned One but Silva is running out of time. He starts the ‘my final wishes’ thing but Sky is more interested in how to fix things. But for soldiers, final wishes are as fixed as things can get. Sky says, “I already lost one father.” so Andreas is indeed dead.

Cut to Stella hangin’ with the minor fairies! they’re gossiping about the soldiers! “hot Marco” is leading them, they’ll get that Burned One no problem. Stella looks relieved. She’s not actually heartless.

Cut to a sign that says “18 Winx Suite’ there it is, the word.

Bloom looks through yearbooks. Aisha tries to waterbend with no luck. So little luck that she asks Bloom how the search is going.

We see a page of yearbook with names including “Ranger Colly” “Sparta West ‘Red’” “Devon Waller” Maybe the one nicknamed ‘Red’ is Bloom’s mom? Also a little sad that they didn’t stick in the names of a few of the minor fairies, it would’ve been such a tiny thing so few fans would’ve caught it, but it would have cost them nothing.

Bloom has an idea! She had the vision after using lots of magic, so maybe if she goes to the stone circle and draws on lots of magic again she’ll get back in touch!

Aisha knows a bad idea when she hears one.

They are interrupted by Terra calling from the bathroom, she tried to do a cat eye and failed in floods of eyeliner. Bloom and Aisha rescue her and Musa comes into this strange scene as Terra tells them, “I need full suite support, we’re gonna go show everyone we’re cool and fun...” the girls crowd in front of the mirror and smile.

This is exactly the kind of scene where the real Stella could have shone, sweeping in to make Terra look amazing... but the Stella we have is in Sky and Riven’s room doing her makeup because sharing the mirror with firsties is a nightmare, as Riven pours booze into his flask in preparation for the same bullying he pulled on Dane at the last party.

Wait, a party every ten days? That is the most Winx Club thing about this show! Hah!

Also the “there’s not enough staff to keep the students from abusing substances” is gonna be the new “the Winx band needs security guards” innit. Sigh.

Riven brings the truth bomb: “If everyone around you is a nightmare, it’s not them.”

Stella wants a sip, but Sky isn’t drinking. Stella thinks she knows why, she turns to reassure him, “Marco is on the Burned One. As in, badass Marco? Strongest fairy in a decade?” But Sky’s still not drinking. I get such a vibe that Sky is getting his life straight, growing beyond Stella while she remains a bundle of needs and fears. Of course Bloom is ALSO a bundle of needs and fears so I’m not sure how that’ll work out.

We go to Badass Marco himself, out on rolling green fields. He and his team are reporting in by radio: they’ve tracked the Burned one up to a river, which may stop it. Burned Ones have difficulties with large bodies of water. They should have killed it by morning. Back at Alfea Dowling says they may not have ‘til morning. She and Silva, whose eyes are white-ing over but still seems himself, are tracking progress on a map. Marco and his team move out. I want to know more about this battalion, Marco’s second is a woman with sort hair who seems to be named Laura, Harvey says her name as he comes to join the other two. They’re in the cafeteria under the arches. Harvey pours shots all ‘round. They wish they could be out in the action, not babysitting while their former students face danger. Marco and Laura are the best of the best but have never faced a Burned One.

Then Harvey mentions “the specialists’ annual debauched kegger.”

Silva: “I imagine they think we don’t know.”

Dowling: “I imagine they think you didn’t start it.”

Ok, I adore these three. Mixed feelings about the teenagers with familiar names but all three of the adults seem such solid characters.

...and with that revelation, I need a break from reviewing. Got a sewing experiment to take apart and put back together, so we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see if Badass Marco and his team survive or if the first-year students have to take over!

#fate the winx saga

2 notes · View notes

buoyantsaturn · 5 years

Text

all that I want (6/7)

summary: Nico woke up to the sound of a clock bell tolling. His head was pounding before he even opened his eyes, and he groaned when his phone started to ring somewhere near his head.

word count: 1849 (7453 total)

WARNINGS: graphic depictions of violence, major character death, suicide

read on ao3 | start at the beginning

Nico woke up to the sound of a clock bell tolling. His head was pounding before he even opened his eyes, and he groaned when his phone started to ring somewhere near his head.

He rolled out of Will’s bed and stretched his arms over his head, his spine popping in a satisfying way. Will turned to face him with a smile, but Nico spoke before Will got the chance. “Good morning, Sunshine,” he said with a grin, and watched as Will’s cheeks flushed.

“Oh, uh, good morning,” Will replied. He scratched at the back of his head. “I sort of expected you to be, well, grumpy and hungover. I mean, you were pretty wasted last night.”

Nico rolled his eyes. No matter how many times he repeated this morning, it seemed like he would never be able to avoid hearing those words. Maybe if he promised to never drink again, this whole nightmare would be over.

Nico reached for his pants. “Oh, yeah, my head is killing me--” he snorted at his own choice of words, “--but I’ve had worse.” Nico pulled Will’s shirt off over his head, and smirked when Will’s gaze dropped once again. “Why do you always do that?”

“Huh?” Will’s eyes darted up for half a second, before he looked away again.

“Never seen a guy with his shirt off?” Nico asked. “Or are you afraid that checking another guy out will damage your masculinity?”

“What? Neither of those! I’m just trying to give you some privacy!”

Nico stepped up to Will until he was in Will’s space, practically forcing the other to meet his eyes. Nico narrowed his eyes while Will’s blush only intensified. “Are you straight?”

“Why?”

“Because no straight guy would bring another guy back to his dorm when he’s drunk off his ass, but if you’re gay, then my drunken self definitely would’ve seduced you. So, which is it?”

“I’m...bi?”

Nico hummed, tilting his head and jutting his chin up toward Will. “Interesting.”

Will pouted. “Is that a problem?”

“Quite the opposite.” Nico held himself there for another second, then moved away to pull on his t-shirt. “Anyway, I’ve got things to do, and you’ve got a class, so I’ll see you later, Sunshine.”

Nico grabbed his shoes and started to head out, though Will started following him down the hall. “What kinds of things?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

Will muttered, “I like long stories.”

Nico smiled. “I’ve woken up in your bedroom almost twenty times now, because I’m stuck in a time loop, and every night I get murdered by somebody in a hoodie.”

Will stopped, and so Nico took that opportunity to put his shoes on. “That’s...not a long story at all.”

“I tried to shorten it for you.” Nico continued toward the front door, and Will followed behind him.

“You’re messing with me, right?”

“Oh, you think so?” Nico led Will out onto the quad. “The sprinklers are about to go off right about...now.” He snapped his fingers, and the sprinklers erupted to life all around them.

“Well, that’s just a lucky guess,” Will argued.

Nico stepped behind Will, setting his hands on his shoulders, and turned Will toward the parking lot. “Car alarm.” The lights of a red car near the edge of the lot began to flash, and the horn sounded repeatedly. Nico then spun Will around the other way, saying into his ear, “And the football,” right as someone was hit in the back of the head with a football and knocked to the ground.

Nico removed his hands from Will’s shoulders, allowing Will to turn back toward him. “Okay, I think I believe you. But if you think you’re stuck in some kind of a time loop, then what if you go do something that you’ve never done, uh, today? Like, maybe...go on a date with me?”

Nico’s lips quirked up at the corner. “Don’t you have classes to get to?”

“If what you said is right, I’ve already been through these classes plenty of times,” Will replied. “I’d much rather have breakfast with you than go to a boring lecture, anyway.”

They went to a diner a few blocks off campus and sat across from each other in a booth while they split a plate of waffles.

Nico’s phone started to ring on the table about halfway through their meal, though he simply silenced it and left the phone to ring out.

Will glanced at the screen. “It’s your dad, isn’t it? Don’t you want to answer it?”

“Not really.”

Will nodded. “I get it. I’m not close to my dad either. I don’t even remember the last time I talked to him.”

Nico sighed. It wasn’t like Will was going to remember any of this anyway, so why not get it off his chest? “It’s my sister’s birthday today. I’m supposed to be having dinner with my dad later to celebrate, but… Bianca’s been dead for six years, so I don’t really see the point.”

Will covered one of Nico’s hands with his own. “I’m sorry.”

Nico shrugged, and stuffed a bite of waffle into his mouth. He looked away from Will for a moment, spotting a TV mounted on the wall nearby, and saw what looked like a police report on the screen.

“Hey, could you turn that up?” Nico called to the waitress behind the counter.

She complied, and Nico’s gaze locked on the TV.

“What is it?” Will asked.

“I don’t know yet.” Nico took in every bit of information that the reporter had to offer - some kid named Bryce Lawrence, who went to the same university as Nico and Will, had been arrested for assaulting a few people on campus, but was in the hospital for treatment of his own wounds. “I think...that’s him.”

“Who?”

Nico frowned. “I don’t remember exactly, but do you remember when I told you about--” Nico shook his head and pressed the heel of his palm to his temple. “No, you wouldn’t remember, that was like, ten cycles ago.” Nico groaned. “I got drunk at this party a while ago, and apparently I got in a fight and sent the other guy to the hospital. And, uh, I don’t know for sure, but that guy might’ve been this Bryce kid.”

“What makes you so sure?”

Nico glanced back at the TV right as the photo of Bryce cut away to the reporter. “He’s got a face that drunk-me would like to punch.”

“I don’t really think that’s the best basis for figuring out who’s trying to kill you. Have you thought about just going to the police?”

“Sure, I’ll just pop down to the station and let somebody know that someone’s trying to kill me, but I don’t know who and I don’t know why. I’m sure they’ll take me serious.” He rose from his seat. “I’ve gotta go see for myself. Thanks for breakfast, Will. If I live through the night, I’ll take you out for dinner tomorrow.”

Nico texted his roommates while he ran back to his apartment, receiving confirmation from both Percy and Jason that Nico had in fact broken Bryce Lawrence’s nose that one night. He hurried to change out of his day-old clothes and into something that could conceal a few kitchen knives that he pulled out of the block.

He took a Lyft to the hospital to ensure that he got there as fast as possible, and as soon as he’d made it to the floor he remembered seeing a police officer on the day before, he ran to the nurse’s station. “Bryce Lawrence is going to escape,” Nico hissed to the woman behind the counter. “Call the police! Now!” He waited until the woman picked up the desk phone before he started down the hall.

Nico kept a hand at the ready near the knife in his inner jacket pocket as he approached the door - the police officer was gone, and when Nico looked inside, so was Bryce.

He heard a gunshot down the hall, and flinched, drawing the knife from his pocket and brandishing it in the direction the sound had come from.

Bryce came down the hall toward him, pointing the gun straight at Nico’s chest. Even from down the hall, Nico could see Bryce’s crooked nose - it must not have healed right after Nico broke it.

“Brought a knife to a gunfight, di Angelo?” Bryce taunted. “That won’t save you.”

“Maybe not,” Nico replied, adjusting his grip on the knife, “but I’m sure I’ll have another chance.”

Bryce snarled, and readied the gun, and in that split second, Nico threw the knife - it lodged in Bryce’s shoulder, giving Nico just enough time to run past him, back toward the elevator.

As Nico ran, he felt something sharp graze his leg just before the knife he’d thrown clattered to the ground a few feet in front of him. The cut caused him to stumble, tripping and tumbling further down the hall until he skidded to a stop.

Bryce marched toward him calmly, gun pointed at him once again.

“Why don’t you just shoot me from there?” Nico groaned. “Get this over with already.”

Bryce kicked Nico’s shoulder to roll him onto his back, pointing the gun at Nico’s forehead. “I want to see the look in your eyes when I put a bullet in your brain.”

Nico squeezed his eyes shut - he wouldn’t give Bryce the satisfaction, even if the day would reset as soon as Nico died. He heard a gunshot, and expected to feel his usual morning hangover, expected to wake up in Will’s bed once again, but when he opened his eyes, he was still in the hospital. He sat up with a groan, and barely registered the sight in front of him.

Someone was wrestling Bryce for the gun, someone with blond hair and a familiar plaid shirt.

Nico struggled to get to his feet, grabbing the gun off the floor before either Bryce or Will could reach it. He pointed it down toward the fighting pair and shouted, “Will, get away from him!”

That was a mistake.

Will lost focus, allowing Bryce to overpower him and smash his head down into the floor. “Friend of yours, di Angelo?” Bryce sneered. Keeping his eyes locked on Nico’s, Bryce took Will’s head in his hands and snapped his neck. “Whoops.”

Nico’s heart stopped. He didn’t think, just moved - lunged at Bryce and bashed the butt of the gun into his skull, kneeling on his throat to cut off his airway until Bryce could hardly move underneath him. He pressed the barrel of the gun between Bryce’s eyes and set his finger on the trigger.

And hesitated.

If Bryce died here and now, Nico would live to see another day - the day wouldn’t reset. Will wouldn’t reset.

Nico pulled the gun away, and spat in Bryce’s face. “You’ll pay for this. I swear on my life, I will kill you for this.”

He pointed the gun under his own chin and pulled the trigger.

thanks for reading!!

buy me a coffee | more auctober stuff

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #mine #my writing #auctober

21 notes · View notes

patty-writes · 5 years

Note

yay another blog who writes for knb!! Can I have Kise having a crush on a girl who doesn't have trust in guys and think kise is the type to not get serious in a relationship and gets bored easily? Thank you so much c:

I mean, she’s not wrong, though.

→ Word count: 1,895

Spotting you in the college cafeteria wasn’t part of his plan (just like noticing how pretty the colour of your sweater suited your hair) and yet, it has quickly became a routine. Everyday, during the lunchtime, Kise Ryōta would wander to the cafeteria and involuntarily look for you—for the face which has been stuck in his mind for the last few days.

Tuesday wasn’t any different—or so he thought until you sat by the table next to his and acting as if he was nothing but the thin air, you began eating your lunch while chatting with friends. It was something so small and insignificant it shouldn’t have been the reason for experiencing a sleepless night, especially considering the photo session he had early in the morning.

“Your skin does look surprisingly dull today, Kise-kun,” stated the girl standing next to him, trying to apply the powder to his cheeks and eyeing him with a careful gaze, the one which allowed her to notice every single imperfection to cover with makeup. “Did you not sleep well?”

“It’s nothing,” he giggled and closed the eyes, feeling the relaxing touch of the soft brush on his skin. “I just had a lot of homework.”

“Homework?” It was hard to contain the laugh hearing such words from him. “I didn’t know you’re so hard-working outside of the job.”

“What can I say?” Kise peeked at her, giving her one of his most charming looks from under the fan of darkened eyelashes. “I’m full of surprises.”

In the end, all he could think about was you and despite his lack of natural interest in anything related to college, he had to admit that it was starting to get rather troublesome. Especially for his beauty.

“Wow, you really look like shit.”

Kise sent a lethal glare at his friend who only shrugged at his reaction and brought a ball of rice to his mouth.

Friday was the day which Kise has spent mostly on dwelling inside his own mind, lost in thoughts and fighting with himself whether it was or wasn’t a good moment to ask you out. He couldn’t recall the last time when he experienced such dilemma, since he could remember girls of all ages were longing for his attention, ripping the hair out of their rivals’ heads only to receive a single glance from him and the smile of his pearly white teeth. How could it be that right now, he was staring at the glass full of orange juice held in the hands and considering if he had a chance.

If he, Kise Ryōta had a chance! What a ridiculous turn of events.

It wasn’t the love-from-the-first-sight kind of thing, on the contrary, he was more than sure that he had missed your presence many times, passing by you on the college halls and not even realizing that you were here. It slowly started to change since the day he saw you sitting there, in the cafeteria, drinking some hot beverage and reading the notes from the lectures.

When he thought about it later, it was somehow inexplicable, the reason why did he even look at your direction remaining a mystery for him. You just were there, your aura drawing him so strongly as if you were shouting at him. And what annoyed him the most was the fact that you weren’t shouting at all. You weren’t even talking to him.

Hell, you weren’t paying the slighest amount of attention to him!

You had to know about his existence, there was no doubt about it. You were present during some matches he played (either by your own will or forced by friends, he couldn’t tell), you looked at him in the eyes when he accidentally brushed your arm on the crowded hallway and apologized after, you saw the magazine cover he was on, so he couldn’t understand—what was he doing wrong? Why weren’t you interested?

“Your princess is going out.” The statement brought him back to reality in an instant, chaotic gaze looking for you between the other students but you weren’t there anymore. “It really hit you hard, didn’t it?”

Kise drank a sip from his glass, wanting to save from time to answer his overly curious friend.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Like hell you don’t. You’ve been staring at this girl for the whole two minutes straight, no wonder she left. And you weren’t even blinking, Kise-kun! Like some kind of creepy lizard or something…”

“Shut up,” he pouted crossing the arms over his chest.

“Why won’t you just ask her out?” The question sent shivers down his spine, the one and only question he was so afraid to hear. “I’m sure she won’t decline.”

And I’m not, Kise thought.

For the first time in years, he felt the unpleasant knot in the stomach, the one which appeared before the first casting, leaving the unspoken inquire in his subconsciousness: what if I’m not good enough?

Kise’s pride was built on the very strong foundations—or so he thought until you managed to shatter it to pieces with a barely few words. He knew his value, supported by the thousands of compliments he was receiving during his relatively short career as a model, he wasn’t self-conscious and, most importantly, he wasn’t afraid.

Fear didn’t paralyze him no matter how troublesome the sessions were, how many influential people he was meeting, how big the next challenges were. He could be considered as fearless in some way—a blind oaf in another, but either way, he managed to grow proud and successful. Certain that there was nothing he couldn’t do, nothing he couldn’t accomplish, nothing which could prevent him from achieving his goals.

Seemingly, nothing but winning your heart.

“I’m sorry but I don’t return your feelings.”

Kise was still standing in front of you, speechless and unable to move, completely not expecting this kind of answer. Well, maybe somewhere deep inside he was, but he was trying to convince himself that it was simply an unreasonable anxiety, nothing more, nothing less. Even in his worst nightmares he couldn’t imagine being treated this way, especially not after bringing you the prettiest sunflower he found in the shop and the cup of your favourite drink, especially not by you.

“Huh?” Was his first answer, not the most clever one but he couldn’t think of anything else.

Your eyes were absolutely mesmerizing, taking away his free will and the ability to think straight.

“I said, I don’t return your feelings,” you repeated, not sure whether he didn’t hear you or was just the personification of the stereotypical blonde model, full of perfectly carved muscles and the lack of brain.

“I-I heard what you said,” he smiled cheerfuly with no amount of happiness in the golden eyes. “I just wasn’t expecting that. But don’t worry! I’m not going to push you or anything, but can I ask you: why?”

You peeked at the girl who was passing by through the park, prehaps recognizing Kise and wondering whether you were his girlfriend.

“Because I don’t like you that way.”

“But why?”

You frowned. There was something about his current expression which reminded you of a golden retriver who has just been scolded. Contrary to the popular belief of him being always so confident, the image in front of you was now completely different. Kise wasn’t acting like a jerk, as you expected him to—he looked surprisingly and genuinely hurt.

“And why it’s so important for you?” you passed the buck. “You don’t even know me and there are plenty of other girls waiting in the line.”

“But I don’t want any other girls, I want you.” Kise immediately bit his tongue. “But not in a creepy lizard way, more like I-want-to-love-and-appreciate-you way. No awkward staring.”

“What are you talking about…?”

“I’m talking about my feelings! From the very beginning, I have been talking about it, because damn, I can’t sleep without thinking about you, I can’t eat without thinking about you, I just can’t stop thinking about you and you’re completely right saying that I don’t know you, I won’t deny. But the point is, I wish for nothing more than to get to know you better, to learn what do you like to do, what do you like to eat, what kind of music do you listen, what kind of movies does make you laugh.”

There was a short pause when Kise exhaled deeply, once again lost in the thoughts and wondering whether did he ruin everything by such an free statement.

“I want to see this precious smile of yours more often because you look the cutest then and it’d be even better if I could be the reason for your joy. I want to listen to your voice talking about your day, help to cheer you up when you’re feeling down and bring you flowers—the ones you really like the most because I’m still not sure whether the sunflower was the right choice but—”

“You’ll grow bored.”

The words you said hit him like a sharp slap on the cheek.

“You always do,” you added.

Denying you would be a lie and he had the honest intention to not lie to you. He knew he might have not been acting fair in the past but this time it was different and if he could only prove you that, he would do everything in his will to show you his devotion.

Without further explanation or waiting for his reaction, you turned on the heel and walked away, leaving him alone on the street, the paper cup in his hand not warming his skin anymore.

The sound of incoming message caused Kise to reach for his phone and unlock the screen only to notice the unknown person trying to communicate with him. He truly wasn’t in the mood for any flirts tonight, not after what he had heard from you and the worst part of that was that, he simply couldn’t do anything to change your mind. You wouldn’t believe him either way, considering it as another way of trying to win your heart only to step on it after few months or sooner.

But he would never, ever hurt you. The mere possibility of your crying face made the blood boil in his veins.

Eventually, he turned around so he was now laying on the stomach on his bed, bored gaze wandering through the icons on the phone until it reached the thumbnail from the incoming message which must have been… no, that’s impossible.

Kise sat up, opening the communicator and rushing to check whether it was truly you, your name and surname visible right next to the icon. He could feel himself sweating all of a sudden—and just after he took a shower!—the thoughts exploding in his head, creating dozens of possible scenarios of what could you want to tell him. Were you mad at him? Did you want to permanently dismiss him? Tell him to never approach you again? Or maybe, just maybe, have you made your mind up and…?

He took few deep breathes to calm himself down before mentally preparing for every possibility. He still couldn’t believe it, how did you manage to have such a huge power over him? Over his mind? Over his heart?

With the trembling fingers, Kise opened the message.

#kuroko no basket #knb #kise ryouta #kise #kise x reader #kise ryouta x reader #kise ryōta #kise ryōta x reader #kuroko no basuke #kuroko's basketball #the basketball which kuroko plays #kise imagine #kise ryouta imagine #kise ryōta imagine

104 notes · View notes

fightevilandthengetblownup · 5 years

Text

FIC: Party On, Gabe

“Alright, gorgeous, let me bring you up to speed.”

“I’m listening…”

The archangel gave a laugh at her expression, hand firmly on one hip and a scowl etched on her face, which she thought was completely unjustified given the circumstances.

It had screamed ‘something bad happening here’ when she had noticed the signs of something supernatural was occurring in Chicago. Given it wasn’t too far a trip, Jo snagged the file off of Harry for a weekend trip hoping to be back by Sunday night if it turned out to be a pretty simple case. But staring down the archangel turned Trickster in full party mode if the jean, henley and leather jacket combination was anything to go by rather than the button downs she’d seen before, as he reclined in the leather booth with a beautiful woman on either side, Jo could tell that ‘pretty simple’ factor was about to turn into a nightmare for her to try to talk him out of the current play.

—

There had been over fifty-five women gone missing, and almost the same number of men, within 9 days. It was Saturday and this had been going on since the week previous’ Friday night so far as Jo could tell. They had all been last seen in the same club in downtown Chicago known for drawing some of the biggest up-and-coming DJs and performers as well as far too scantily clad women but the cover charge and cost of drinks high enough to keep it from being tacky. In retrospect, the blonde could see how it was like giving the Trickster a candy store with more candy than even his sweet tooth could handle. She had suspected that it was going to be a vampire hive originally, but now it seemed abundantly clear who was responsible for this week-long party.

Jo had made her way to the club, made her way in even as she’d rolled at the carding and the length of time it had taken her standing in line to finally get in - it was at that time she was glad she’d worn the black bodycon dress and the studded black combat boots rather than heels, so the bouncers waved her in quicker than the guys in line beside her but also her feet refrained from hurting too badly from standing outside for almost an hour and a half - paid her cover charge, and was glad no one checked her purse lest she be thrown out for the range of different weapons she’d brought along just in case while she cased the joint. The place was packed with men and women alike, and Jo was glad to see her choice of relaxed but still nice seemed to match with the other women around while most of the men were in nice jeans and shirts of varying style from trashy Ed Harry tshirts to black button downs to those grey t-shirts with far too deep a v-necks. The only consistent was that there seemed to be more men than women out in the main section of the club.

She had weaved her way through to the bar and waited an additional ten minutes before being served a Jack&Coke, to blend in before turning to survey the space and see if there was anything outright she could see to explain the missing persons. Looking about the space, nothing really stood out to her except for the disproprotionate number of men crowded in the space to women - not quite two-to-one but very nearing three-to-five. Other than that and that a lot of the women mingling about were in large groups of three or more, and that those ‘flying solo’ like herself weren’t exactly 8′s or above. Sipping from her drink, Jo was pretty relieved for that meaning she should fit in nicely with the crowd while she continued to try to ascertain what was causing the issue.

—

By the time she was on her third drink, just Cokes in the same glass after that first drink to avoid getting into any trouble in case trouble found her, Jo had noticed one strange thing though.

Occasionally a man dressed in all black with black sunglasses far too cool for school for this type of club would emerge from the doors in the back corner, approach either a very pretty girl or a leechy guy, speak for a moment and then guide the partier through the back doors out of sight. So far, she had seen five people disappear in that way (three guys and two girls) in the last two hours and none of them had reappeared.

She had made her way through the crowds once she’d finished her drink to the dark shadowy corner nearby the doorway, reclining back with her phone out and tapping a few texts off to both Bobby (updating info for the case, just in case) and Grey (a string of memes, photos of Nana, and a few selfies from her with the red of her lips showing up under the club lighting) while she waited for the next time the door would open and the same hulking man would emerge.

After ten minutes the door creaked open and the black suited man appeared, shuffling awkwardly as if he was moving outside of his normal controls or as if he just plain wasn’t really a person and began moving through the crowd. As soon as he was past her, Jo had stuck out her foot, the combat boot keeping the door from hitting too hard as it swung to shut. Sliding in through the gap and shutting the door behind herself, she was surprised by just how dark it was in the space - only illuminated by an eerie blue glow towards the end of the hallway and by a long blue glow-in-the-dark stripe along the middle of the floor.

Reaching behind her, Jo looked at the back of the door to see thankfully there was a lock. Flicking that in place and slinging her bag over crossbody and opening the clasp for easy access to her knives if need be, she made her way down the hall as quietly as possible beneath the two different thudding beat sounds - one high and fast that she recognised from the club outside, and another deeper and slowly pulsing she could hear coming from the end of the hall - keeping her eyes peeled and darting around in case anything came out of the dark walls to surprise her.

Reaching the end, she glanced around the door frame into the next space expecting the worst. She expected to see a vampire heaven of cages with human ‘blood sacks’, she expected to see at least five very blood-happy and blood-thirst vamps moving about the space, she almost expected to see something cut straight out of True Blood from the feel of the hunt.

What she did see surprised the crap out of her as she stepped into the centre of the doorway instead.

It looked like it was a regular VIP lounge-style room, private but big enough to hold the crowd that was moving their way about the place to the beat and appeared to be strungoutly enjoying the low, sensual beat of the music filling the space, grinding and moving to the music. There were the most scantily clad women she had ever seen working the bar, moving faster than humans should move to complete their tasks before appearing to freeze until their next task came along. There was a clear discrepancy of men to women in the space, almost double the number of women present in the space than men - and a quick mental calculation suggested practically all of the women missing were here, but only half the number of men that were currently MIA were in the private club. Though perhaps some of there were in the dark, even more private booths around the space or through some of the doors that seemed to lead to who-knew-where.

The whole place was thumping, between the deep bass tones of the music, the sweaty movements of the crowd moving as one and the lights strobing across the crowd illuminated in resposes between each flash, and Jo felt a heavy feeling washing out from the crowd over her as she stepped through the doorway, she felt something pulse and push over her, as if she had just stepped through a bubble and entered the sphere running outside of the normal world. Frowning to herself as she took another two steps into the room, she found her hand slipping into her bag as she looked about trying to see what was causing the issue until she spotted him.

—

“So, goin’ to share your story of just why the fuck there are so many missin’ people partying in your little play palace, Gabe?”

“Of course I am, but not without a drink - would you love?” Gabe grinned wickedly up at Jo for a moment before he turned to the girl on his left, a bubbly looking blue-haired girl with no fashion sense from what Jo could tell given all she seemed to be wearing was a whole pile of belts. The girl nodded her head and slid out of the booth without another word. The other, a dark skinned beauty with the most amazing bright red curls Jo had ever seen likewise slid from the booth, and headed into the crowd without any say so from Gabe than a flick of the wrist. “That’s better, come on in gorgeous, plenty of space and we can talk about your little worries, huh?”

“Oh my little worries? You do realise how big a splash you’ve been makin’?!” Jo snarled the words out, her bag back clasped up tightly and shrugging it off she let out an annoyed sigh before setting it down on the tabletop and sliding into the booth itself, bouncing along due to the restrictive dress with a frown. “I swear to God, Gabe, I thought I was walkin’ into a bloody vampire hive with the amount of noise you’re making!”

He looked almost insulted as she got comfortable in the seat next to him before there was an awkward pause. The music was still loud but as she’d slid into the seat she could feel that same bubble-like effect and the sounds outside were dulled much further down than when she was standing at the end of the table.

“Vampires?! You thought my little party was a bunch of vampires?” He appeared almost lost for words at that, even as the blue-haired girl returned with a bottle of expensive vodka and three glasses. The girl appeared to pour two drinks out for both Gabe and Jo if the way she pushed the glasses towards them meant anything. The angel was still staring at her flabergasted as he reached a hand out blindly around his glass and tossed the contents back before pinning her with an almost furious look. “How dare you think-”

“For fucks sake, Gabe, almost a hundred people have gone missing in this club in the last week!” She snapped back, cutting off his accusations, crossing her arms under her chest as she ignored the glass in front of her and the sound of what she thought must be some more girls joining them in the booth from the sound of skin and fabric on leather and the dip of the cushioning behind her and the movement that looked like the redhead on the other side of the table. “What part of that screams archangel playboy rather than seedy vampire bloodbank?”

“I… A week?” Gabriel appeared to blink in surprise as the blueheaded girl poured him another drink and some alcohol into the third glass which was pushed across near Jo again but she figured must be to whomever was behind her. She shot a glance behind herself spotting dark wash denim jeans, and a black button down rolled up to the elbows before she discounted the newcomer as a threat and turned back to Gabriel, who once again had an arm around the bluehead girl. “Has it really been a week?”

“Lemme guess, that door barrier is a time discrepency right. It’s Saturday, the next Saturday, Gabe. I thought I was goin’ to have to slice some heads off tonight.”

“Oh we can provide you ample chances to still do that if you want, sweetie.” The man behind her interjected, and Jo found herself rolling her eyes at the words. Clearly this was one of the other Pagan gods Gabe used to roll with, but she wasn’t going to bother trying to reason with both at once. The nickname made her skin crawl, goosepimples popping up along her arms and the back of her shoulders as she felt a finger trace across the open skin at the nape of her neck; touchy feely fuckin’ Pagans.

“Gabe, tell your friend no touchin’; and seriously, what the hell have you been up to here? Is this literally just a party blow out gone too long?” Jo rolled her eyes as she saw Gabriel was back relaxed and jovial looking now that she wasn’t snarling at him and he was seemingly understanding her frustration - or at least her misindentification. “I think it’s gone on quite long enough, don’t you.”

“Tell him yourself.” The archangel rolled his eyes back at her as he sipped on his second drink, swirling the clear contents in the glass with one hand thoughtfully as he toyed with the long strands of blue hair on the girl under his arm with the other. There was a pause as he looked into the contents of the glass before nodding and tossing the drink back with a hiss. “Ah, but who finishes a party on a Saturday night, Jo? How about we make an accord, huh?”

Jo could still feel the fingertips on her neck, her hair pushed back to the side and she found her hands clenching into fists as she tried to dislodge them with a jerk of her shoulder. Raising a brow at the other, she gestures a hand at him. “What kind of… accord?”

“Stay for the rest of the night, and you can say when the party ends tomorrow morning.” There was a quick quirk of his brow as Gabe smirked back across at her, clearly prepared to let the party die naturally at her demand if she agreed. If she didn’t however, Jo could feel the almost vindictive Trickster personality coming out with the heavy threat - if she didn’t decide to play along, this party might never end on its own. “So, what do you say?”

“I..” Jo worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she tilted her head at him, not sure the best answer. The people in the crowd were sure to be reaching the end of what their bodies could withstand and think it was just a long ass bender before they’d begin dropping like flies from exhaustion. Not to mention she was in this party bubble now as well, and while she knew the archangel liked her well enough, she wasn’t sure she really wanted to push her luck that bad.

As she was thinking it over, she felt those fingers run across her shoulder and jerked to glare at the intrusive man as they’d grazed the bite on her neck with a snarl, “Get your fuckin’ hands off me!” Glaring up at the other man’s face, Jo’s eyes widened in recognition at the smirk being directed right back at her as he continued to stroke at her scars without making any move to stop. “Oh!”

“Oh, finally noticed me, huh, sweetie?” Gray basically purred the words out, shifting a little closer to her with a quiet chuckle in the loud space. He slid his hand to tug at the hair right behind her ear instead as he lifted his own glass to his lips. “Here I thought you were enjoying the touching.”

“What…what are you doing here?” Jo’s brain had basically short circuited at the surprise, shaking her head a few times to clear the thoughts out of her brain. “Since…since when do you hang out with archangels?”

“Since a few years back. He throws a good party, as you can see.” Gray’s smirk did not move at all as he set his glass back down and jerked his head towards the other party member. Jo turned to look back at Gabe, tilting her head to the side questioningly at him only getting a shoulder shrug back in response. “Gabe really is good at getting some of the most… beautiful women to show up-” The pause brought a shudder down her spine as Gray returned to stroking at her neck “-and he also has some hilarious ideas of how to torment some of those nasty pieces of work that show up to this kinda club. You know, when the women get boring.”

She found herself rolling her eyes as she dropped her hands onto the table top and thought over her options.

If she wanted, she could possibly turn tail and head home and pretend that all those disappeances were nothing. That there wasn’t an archangel-turned-Trickster and shadow on the loose zapping people into a time frozen party world. If she wanted, she could try to force them to stop here and now, something that she was fairly certain would be impossible given she had neither Holy Oil nor an angelblade with her to threaten the angel, and she had only brought the one iron knife with her for the other. Or, if she wanted, she could hang out, have some fun with friends for a few hours and then send everyone on their merry way home the next morning with dawn to be a hazy lost week for most of those in the area.

Letting out a sigh and leaning her head back into the slight rub the other was doing to her shoulders, Jo pinned Gabriel with a look. “If I stay and let this party die down, it stops when I say and you do not get to put me in a time loop to make it longer.” She raises two fingers as she talks, one for each of her stipulations, and then waggles them at the archangel playfully as he seemed to mull over her words before nodding, smirk firmly in place on his face. Reaching for her own glass finally, Jo held the glass out to the other to toast in agreement, the chink of crystal on crystal as they saluted and threw back the drinks felt like a strong enough agreement from him.

“Whatever you say, gorgeous. Now, time for fun.”

—

The next hour had been mostly the two men talking and joking back and forth, bantering and recollecting on some of what they had been up to in their little party bubble for the last week.

Jo listened enraptured at the crazy tales the pair of them were spinning, occassionally she found herself laughing so hard that it was hard to breathe or that there would be tears on her face; other times she found herself getting hot in the face and stamping her foot under the table in offense on behalf of whoever it was the pair were talking about; and others still she’d find herself leaning back into the broad chest beside herself with an arm spread resting over her shoulders while watching Gabriel set the scene so expressively with his hands and humourous expressions.

She learnt most of the women were just here in the party world, dancing nonstop and looking like beautiful, strange fish in an aquarium of the glowing Day Glo and strobe light world that they were in now. Occasionally if a specific girl had caught either of their attention, and sometimes both of their attention, the shadow or angel would go ‘fishing’ and enjoy some time with whichever girl it was supposedly. Jo didn’t witness this particular part of the ‘partying’ within the first hour, seemingly Gabriel had his hands full with the two outrageously dressed women that he had been sitting with when she’d arrived, and so far Gray had seemed content talking and sipping what she thought might be his eighth straight drink since he’d sat down beside her.

Of the men, she had a bit more of an objection with, hearing some where around still to keep the party going while others were there for the other half of the party types. Supposedly there was a strict no murdering unless necessary rule in place according to Gabe, which explained why Jo couldn’t see any blood on the shadow despite his being in the party-bubble for over a week at this point. That wasn’t to say that there weren’t any bodies…somewhere. The Trickster quite calmly and without any concern to the fact it made Jo jerk upright and shriek for a full two minutes before she was tugged back down into her seat with a pull on the hips let Jo know that if any of the guys got to handsy or behaved inappropriately or “were just generally a dude who needed some learning that they would just…poof to some worm hole world full of nothing but 70′s music, 70′s feminism and 70′s bush”.

—

Hour two was mostly dancing. Lots and lots of dancing.

Jo had crawled her way out of the booth as the hour changed alongside the other two girls - who she had found were just two of Gabriel’s little magicked entertainment ladies around drink gour when she had asked why they weren’t having any drinks of their own - and kicked Gray in the thigh for the slap at her rear as she got out of the small space and ran off into the crowds of dancing, grinding people.

It was electric in the crowd, and Jo found herself disappearing into the beat alongside the rest of the crowd of women, moving to the bassline of the music without a concern in the world. The lights flashed, somehow the bright redhead girl would appear like magic with another Jack&Coke for her throughout the hour the very second Jo even thought about getting another drink, and Jo was left to her own devices. At one point she thought she spotted Gabe moving through the crowd, and then disappearing out one of the side doors with two very pretty looking brunettes; but she didn’t catch sight of Gray anywhere which she decided she could worry about later. The pair of them had promised her that none of his usual MO ‘fun’ went down on their party week-weekends, so she didn’t feel too concerned about it all.

—

Hour three started poorly.

It was a hand on her ass that did it. At first she’d thought that the shadow had finally come out to the floor, and swatted half heartedly back at the hand with a laugh.

“Gray, hands off.” She said, laughing and shaking her head without missing any steps as she continued to move to the music.

Jo span about in a twirl jokingly, though as a flash of red hair caught her attention from the man behind her instead of the dark of the shadow, she found her ankle twisting and she stumbled back. The man in question reached out, as if to provide a steadying hand but instead wrapped an arm around her waist, hand dipping far too low to be aiming for her waist.

"Steady there, baby, don't want you hurting yourself too early in the night, do we?"

Jo pushed back at the guy's arm, scowl firmly in place. She pushed harder again trying to get the man to let go of his grip on her backside, but just ended up with his other hand gripping her wrist. This was all slightly too familiar yet not at all all the same.

“I said, get your hands off me.” Jo snarled, tugging her arms in towards herself before shoving them back out towards the stranger, hoping to pull him off balance with the move. His grip lightened a little, the hold on her back lost completely as he stumbled a step back and into the backs of a few other dancing girls. They did not appear to react to the bumping other than to continue with their own gyrating in the almost trance or hypnotic way a lot of the crowd seemed to be doing. Some people, like the asshole still holding onto her wrist and a few of the others around that she could see as she looked about herself furiously, head whipping about as she tried to locate a friendly or familiar face, appeared unimpacted by whatever magic Gabriel had set to work on the party and gritting her teeth as the man’s grip tightened and pulled her back in towards him, Jo could imagine she knew why this man and the other’s were free from the Trickster’s magic. They were part of section two, and she had just been unfortunate enough to run into one that seemed Hell bent on getting his ass handed to him.

Jerking her arm back again from him, pulling him off balance again, Jo sent a final look towards the crowd, spotting neither angel nor shadow in her quick glance, before the man had wrapped an arm around her waist and jerked her feet clear of the floor, her back pressed against his chest. She kicked back at his shins with her booted feet as the redhead attempted to drag her into one of the dimly lit booths but not the one she had sat with her two friends. He didn’t get far with that plan though, her foot reaching far enough to hit ball sack with a rather violent kick had him dropping his grip within a second. The next move had Jo spinning out before throwing a fist directly towards his nose. The howl of pain would have distracted the dancers in any ordinary club as the man reeled backwards.

“You fucking whore!” The man growled the words out around his bleeding nose, one hand pressed to it as his other hit out at her with a backhanded slap across the cheek. She could feel the break of her skin and the taste of blood burst into her mouth before the man reached blindly out to grip at her throat harshly.

Jo threw another fist at that point, her lips twisted into a vicious sneer, as the man stumbled back and managed to fall into someone’s back. She moved to step towards him for another blow when she realised that that someone was already moving, reacting and not distracted by the Trickster’s magic, hands wrapping around the redhead man’s arms and holding him in place with a raised brow.

“Well well, looks like you’ve started on the other kind of fun now, sweetie.” Gray smirked widely as he looked at the other man, who appeared to be frozen in place now from the look of his wild eyes and the grunts he gave. Jo couldn’t see the floor in the darkness but she figured that if she could, there would be a dark line directly from one man to another. Gray raised a brow at her for a moment before stepping around the frozen man to reached her side, “You going to keep at it now?”

“Fuck yes I am,” Jo growled the words out, stepping over the joined black mess to drive her knee up into the man’s crotch. The high pitched noise that made it’s way from his throat was clear even over the thrumming music, and even Gray’s powers couldn’t keep the man’s body from collapsing in over itself in pure reaction - or perhaps the shadow let it up a little in sympathy of the man’s plight. That just put his head at the right height for her to drive her knee up again, into his jaw this time with a sickening clack of teeth on teeth. Wiping her hand over her sticky, sweaty forehead, Jo found herself sneering again before throwing another punch, this time towards the man’s bleeding lip. “Don’t fuckin’ touch women without their permission, asshole!”

She had lost count of the punches, kicks and knees before she felt another set of hands on her, this time on her upper arms and drawing her back gently rather than viciously tugging her one way or another, and Jo gave one last kick out - aimed and landing on the now collapsed man’s face - before she allowed Gray to pull her back from the stranger.

Spitting on the floor near her feet, the taste of blood and sweat alike in her mouth metallic and salty at once, Jo looked up at the appreciative look she was receiving from the other as he weaved their way back through the crowd towards their booth. One of his hands slid down her arm and onto her waist, while the other shoved and pushed at people in their way to move them, parting the crowds like the Red Sea itself with very little care.

As they reached the booth, he flagged down one of the strange haired women for another bottle of spirits and pushed her into the booth first before him. “Get in there sweetie, get yourself cleaned up before the angel gets back and starts questioning what kind of fun we got up to unsupervised.”

“Oh yeah, that was totally fun.” The sarcasm was almost poisonous in her words, spitting them from her bleeding lips as Jo wiped her hand across it - unable to tell if the red on her arm was blood or lipstick. This was not something she would be taking a selfie of for her man back home. “I just loved getting manhandled by some creep.”

“Maybe not, but you definitely enjoyed laying into him.” Gray’s voice was gravelly and rough, and Jo wasn’t quite sure what to make of the look he set her as the purple haired magic-woman appeared with another bottle of top-shelf vodka, as well as a cold compress and towels. Gray hadn’t seemed to ask for them, but the ability to bring was someone didn’t know yet they needed appeared to be part of their design. “You sure looked like you were enjoying it. And I definitely was enjoying watching you enjoy it.” There was that dangerous look she knew in his eye as Gray slid into the booth next to her, hand holding out the compress towards her and his eyes focussed a little too long upon her lips.

Taking the icy cold piece, Jo pressed it against her mouth with a small shrug of her shoulder. It wasn’t like she could deny it had felt good driving her knee, and then her fists and then her feet into the asshole who had grabbed at her. It wasn’t like she could deny that it hadn’t been fun and enjoyable alike to watch him crumble and squirm as she dealt out on him, but this wasn’t the type of fun and games she had agreed to with Gabriel.

“Don’t worry too much, sweetie, I’ve already gone and got him sorted - ready for a trip to That 70′s land.” Gray smirked at her, though it lacked the dangerous edge that Jo would have almost called it a smile if she didn’t know better. Thinking over the archangel and the shadow’s friendship, Jo could absolutely see what they were doing together. “When Gabe gets back from the back room, the guy will be enjoying angry raging, bra-burners for the next.... forever.”

“I shouldn’t support that kind of thing.”

“But you know you do.”

Jo shrugged a shoulder again, pulling the compress back from her lips and wiping at them instead with the cloth as the other poured them out a glass each. Tossing the contents back alongside him, the blonde shook her head with a smile. “Maybe I do, perhaps Gabe’s not so far off the base with his trickery games.”

---

Hours four and five were a bit of a blur for Jo.

She remembers more dancing, more drinking, more laughing. She remembers being guided through steps to a dance much more elegant than the ones being performed around them. She remembers making a comment about rustled feathers which had all three of them close to tears after Gabriel had returned from his activities alone. She remembers leaning into the archangel’s shoulder and stroking at his hair, something about it being so so soft and having to find out how to bottle angelic grace as a marketing scheme for hair care. She remembers there being a pile of chocolates that appeared at one point, and the rich taste of it in her mouth. She remembers trying to force one of them into eating some, and something about taking it from her lips if he wouldn’t from her hand. She remembers being told not to be stupid, or was it not to do something stupid.

Jo remembers spinning in circles, the lights above her flashing and flickering and lighting and then darkening as she moved in time with the musics rhythm. Jo remembers a hand wrapped around her waist, or perhaps it was two. She definitely remembers doing a full performance to Bohemian Rhapsody with Gabriel’s arm around her shoulder and the pair of them screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs. She thinks she possible even remembers Gray participating the second time around, hand on her waist again. What she isn’t sure she remembers if whether or not she actually got on the table and performed along to another song that made both men hoot at her and drag her off the table top rather than fall flat on her face.

What she doesn’t remember is that performance was to Don’t Cha and that Gabriel had to beg Gray not to encourage her further. She doesn’t remember that at one point she fell asleep with her head pressed against the archangel’s shoulder and he did not move despite it slowing down his fun until she woke thirty minutes later. She doesn’t remember that over her unconcious head that the shadow had filled the other in on what had happened while he was gone, and that the redhaired man that was responsible and had been cowering under the table, frozen and unable to speak for the hours between, had disappeared in a snap of fingers to an even more terrible fate than had been experienced by the others. She doesn’t remember when she woke up that the chocolate arrived to pep her back up, nor that the archangel had eyed her carefully to check that she had no other lasting injuries as she playfully attempted to cajole the shadow into eating something in front of her “for once, just one time!”.

Hour six was the first Jo remembers nothing of, having sunk into a sleep spread across the leather booth seat, her head in Gray’s lap unaware of just where she rested. The absolute last thing she remembered was Gabriel saying that “when she wakes up, it’s party over.”

---

Her phone was buzzing loudly next to her ear, reverberating on the wooden table top with a vengence, like a swarm of angry hornets. Her pillow was warm beneath her face but far scratchier than she remembers hotel pillowcases to be. There was a groan that escaped her, as Jo turned over in the tight space and tried to burrow her head closer into the warmth.

“Careful, sweetie, didn’t know you wanted to do that still.” The voice cut through the grogginess of her sleep and alcohol addled mind, and Jo responded with a bite at the pillow-turned-thigh under her head at the rude awakening. The shadow jerked his leg, shoving her up and off of his leg with a yelp. “Whoa! Don’t go getting yourself into trouble!”

“Be quiet then.” Jo grumbled in response, slowly shifting back to sit up, rubbing at her eyes sleepily as she looked about herself with the fuzzy, slow blinking of someone nursing what would soon become a hangover as well as far too little sleep. “What..what time is it?”

“Late enough the runt’s calling to check up on you.” She didn’t have to look at him to see the smirk she was sure on his face as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and collecting the dried crystals from the corners with a frown.

Reaching her hand out to the table top, she fumbled for her clutch before realising her phone was already out and flashing with the picture she used for the caller’s ID - a photo of her pressing a kiss to his cheek while Grey tried not to look into the camera itself - that made her smile as she flicked the answer upwards and pressed the phone to her ear. “Hey hun...”

“What the hell were you doing last night?”

“Huh?”

“Jo, you called me at like two in the morning and said something about handsy idiots and just desserts before someone, I think they said it was Gabe?” Jo grunted what was supposed to be an agreeing noise as the question as she covered her yawn with the back of her hand, and then tried to hid a small laugh as she saw the shadow beside her starting to roll his eyes and mimick what he thought of his brother. Throwing a punch out hsi shoulder at an extremely rude gesture using his hand and mouth, Jo hummed an agreeing noise down the phone again before Grey continued, worry clearly bleeding through his tone. “Gabe said you were about to go to sleep and not to worry, but Jo you were in the middle of a hunt, what happened?”

“Turned out to be Gabe and a friend, it was nothin’ and they’ve agreed to let all - well, most - of the people go home.” Jo replied, smothering another yawn before her own words caught up to her, eyes widening as she looked past Gray for the first time that morning into what was now an empty club except for the archangel-turned-Trickster currently dancing what looked like a lombada with the two brightly haired girls from last night at once while the purple haired one played a tamborine. “And it looks like they’ve already kept their word.”

There was a long pause at the other end of the phone, before a much cheerier sounding voice came through it from the other, soft and gentle and making Jo smile sweetly to herself at hearing it. “Well that’s good to hear then, at least it wasn’t too dangerous and seems all’s ended well. You going to be home tonight?”

“Absolutely. I’ll text you when I’m leavin’ okay hun?” Waiting for the agreeing sounding hum, Jo ran a hand over her hair before adding quietly, “I love you, be home soon ‘kay?”

She waited to hear the same in response before they both hung up, and Jo slipped her phone back into her purse and pulled out heer compact mirror, frowning slightly at the puffiness of her bottom lip and the small cut in it - this week coming would be a lipstick week, but she doubted it would stay longer than that - before the sound of a throat clearing caught her attention, looking out the side of her eye at the shadow watching her.

“You guys are really there, aren’t you?”

“Really where?”

“Happy, content, self-congratulatory, take your pick.” What sounded like it started with a genuine tone slowly shifted into the harsh, jabbing tone instead as Gray sneered at her for a moment. “You’re really there in that fucking honeymoon phase still, even after this long.”

“So what?”

“Just observing, hadn’t seen it up close from your end before, sweetie.” Gray rolled his eyes and then his neck much the same, a few audible pops could be heared before he slid out from the booth. There was a hand held back towards her, but his eyes stayed firmly looking out across the room where Gabe was doing a few last minute clicks of his fingers, rather than waiting or acknowleding he had done it as Jo slid out taking the offered assistance. “Thought the shine might have been wearing off, but I guess you’ve got it sorted for once.”

Jo tilted her head up at him as she felt the first bubble as she moved out of the booth break over her, before she suddenly felt a shift in the world - as if time was speeding up and slowing down in equal measure. “Didn’t figure you would care.”

“I don’t.”

“Good.”

There was silence between them from that point as Gabriel and his three girl minions approached, a wide smile on his face and an arm around two of the girls shoulders (the blue and purple this time).

“Sleeping beauty has finally awoken from her slumber, and what is this? She awakes to a world righted, persons back where they belong and a magically removed headache to boot? Aren’t you the lucky one.” Gabriel smiled widely as he reached the pair, a hand next to the purple-haired girl’s face clicked and Jo suddenly felt a lot, lot better than she had upon waking - the nausea and the headache gone miraculously - before he plowed right ahead. “All our little partiers have gone off to bed, and I was about to head off to somewhere ...fun and sunny for a little while. If you want to join me at some point, Gray, I’ll be in the Caribbean. And Joanna, gorgeous, my dear - if you ever want to come and play again, you now have an open invite to the last night of any of my super chill, close friends of a hundred gatherings in future.”

Jo flushed a little at the man’s words, crossing her arms under her chest before smiling back at the Trickster who wasn’t nearly all bad at all. “Perhaps I’ll take you up on that, Gabe. Hope you enjoy the sun down there instead of up here.”

“Oh trust me, it’s by far the best vacation spot for an exhausted, partied out old archangel like me.” Gabe’s face was in that infuriating grin that made Jo want to smile back just as big every time she saw it as he let go of the two girls, all three of them vanishing in a puff of smoke, to wrap her into a hug for a short moment. Jo wasn’t sure how he always knew, but somehow he always knew. “Now, I’ll drop you to your car on the way out, shall I?”

“What a gentleman.” Jo quipped back, holding tightly to her purse as she smiled at him and nodded in agreement. There was a second, before she looked across to the other man as the archangel appeared to be waiting for them to big their goodbyes. Flushing a bit as she felt the throb of her sore lip at her smiling so much, Jo gave the other a short, sharp nod of the head. “I’ll catch you round, Gray?”

“Not if I don’t catch you first.” The shadow’s reply with quick, smirk back on his face for the briefest of seconds before he gave a short nod to his party-buddy and then disappeared in black smoke.

Jo could feel the rumble of a laugh coming from Gabe’s chest before the sound made it out, and turning her head up to look up at him, she found herself laughing to right as the pull of angelic travel started and she knew she’d be deposited at her car door safe and sound any second.

Somehow, she knew she’d definitely been brought up to speed, and maybe just could get the chance to catch up again another time. Better than dealing with a bunch of vampires any night.

---

#CA #jopov #cc

1 note · View note

loki-in-hogwarts · 6 years

Text

So confident part 2 : PeterSolo-PrincessY/n

part 1 part 3 part 4

Peter Parker x reader

Warnings : swearing and mention of (small) injuries and blood.

A/N : It took me so long to publish it here, I first did it here, but I hope you will enjoy just as much !

Word count : 4K oops

Peter arrived at school actually tired of last night. He had woke up in his bedroom only remembering that you were all gone home very late. He entered the great hall and headed straight to his locker. There he found Ned and MJ speaking together and then displaying their biggest and fakest smile when they saw him. "Heyyyyy Pete !", greeted Ned. MJ was smiling mischievously. "What is all the whispering about ?", Peter asked suspicious. "Nothing !", they both answered at the same time. "Have you checked your Instagram ?", MJ asked with a fraudulent smile. Peter immediately took off his phone from his pocket. While he was waiting for it to turn on, he rose his head and muttered : "What have you both done ?", receiving giggles as an answer. There were in fact a lot of Instagram notifications and he saw likes and comments such as cuties ❤, my eyes are bleeding, it is too pure and even wait...are they dating ?. He sighed before opening the photo and totally freaked out seeing it. "Oh my god ! What got into our heads ? Y/n will think I'm a weirdo now, what the hell ? When did you even take that ?" The two were laughing to hard to answer. Eventually Ned said : "Last night, you were literally in each other arms and we took some pictures..." "Looots of pictures.", MJ interrupted. "...We thought it was too cute to keep it for us and decided to share with the world !" "It's pretty generous of ourselves if you want my opinion...", MJ added. Poor Peter was living a nightmare. "On my account ? How did you even find the password ?", he exclaimed exasperated. "Ooooh come on Peter ! You literally chose PeterSolo-PrincessY/n as a password ! You think I never saw you drawing little sketches of yourself and y/n as Han Solo and Leia during the lessons ?" Peter cheeks turned as red as a lobster and he jumped on Ned to close his mouth with his hands. "Can you not yell that please ? It's humiliating enough ! I have to delete this right now !", he added just as a quick MJ stole his phone from his hands. "Certainly not !" "But y/n is gonna see that !", he cried. "Exactly !", they answered in unison. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ! Give me my phone back !", he said as MJ was holding it as high as possible and Ned placed himself between her and Peter to protect it. "Language young man !", MJ said reproachfully. "Ooooh look who just liked your photo ! Y/n !", she added as she was staring at the phone. "Oh no, let me see !", he declared as he was trying to get the phone, the other two fighting back.

You were on your way to school, completely exhausted. You needed your nine hours beauty sleep to start well the day, and let just say that you didn't have them, at all. You turned on your phone and placed it in your pocket. You were peacefully entering the school, when you saw a notification on your phone. Peter identified you on a photo. You furrowed your eyebrows, not knowing what photo he could have possibly had identified you on, knowing you never took a photo together. You nearly choked when you saw it. You were sleeping, all curled up in his arms and he had his hand laced with yours. You quickly checked the comments and your heart started to beat really fast. You raced to his locker and stoped to calm down before turning the corner that was leading to Peter's locker. When you arrived, you saw MJ and Ned trying to prevent Peter from taking his phone. You blinded and then cleared your throat, causing them to stop what they were doing and smile innocently. "What is all the fuss about ?", you asked non chalantly, guessing that it was probably a stroke of MJ and Ned. "Hi y/n !", the two answered while Peter was blushing and staring at the ground as if the dust was the most interesting thing he ever saw. You were about to ask for the photo, when a deep voice coming from behind you yelled your name. "Hello y/n !" Flash was standing there, with a face full of bruises and a big smile. He took your chin to get a closer look at the bruise he made. "Oooh, that must have hurt like a bitch", he mocked. You took his wrist and turned it to hurt him. "What have I told you ?", you asked cringing. "What you gonna do now that your Spider boy isn't here to save you ?", he mumbled while you were still holding his wrist. "Didn't I..." Peter started before noticing he was about to reveal himself. "Didn't Spider-man kick off enough your ass yesterday Flash ?" "Oh come on Penis Parker, at least your girlfriend knows how to fight, leave us be.", taunted Flash.

That was enough for Peter to throw him a good punch in the face, making Flash stumble and take his chin. Everyone was staring blankly. He then lunged at him and they started to fight in the hallways. It drew the students attention that were forming a circle around them.

You were yelling at Peter to stop but he wasn't listening. He was clearly giving Flash a hard time, dodging most of his punches and and hitting him strong. Finally Peter gave him a punch that made him fall on the ground. Teachers eventually arrived, attracted by the screams. They made everyone go to there respective lessons. You kneeled to Peter who was resting his back on the lockers. "Are you alright ?", you asked, helping him to get up thanks to MJ and Ned. His nose was bleeding and he had a black eye but nothing too severe. You turned to Flash and whispered to his ear : "That must have hurt like a bitch." before going back to Peter and leading him to the nursery, leaving Flash bleeding on the floor.

After having dropped Peter at the nursery, you went to your class and you waited for 10 minutes to tell the teacher you weren't feeling well and asked him if you could go to the nursery. The teacher, upset that you were bothering his lesson just made the sign to leave the class as a confirmation. You waited no more and once in the corridors you rushed to the nursery. The nurse, who was an old unpleasant woman, recognized you and seemed suspicious. You told her that you were on your periods and that your stomach hurt a lot and asked her to stay in the next room, reserved to people in need to rest, where you know Peter would be. She rose an eyebrow but agreed and opened you the door and closed it behind you. The room was dark, there were 5 beds, next to one another. On one them you saw Peter that was sleeping. You just laid on the one next to him, not wanting to wake him up but you heard a small : "Y/n, is that you ?" You answered with a nod, even though it was too dark to distinguish it. "Yes Pete." "What are you doing here ?" "I wanted to make sure you were fine...", you began before being interrupted by the teenage boy. "Y/n are you serious ? You shouldn't worry about me !", he declared. "...and I wanted to skip M. Shwart class. What do you think ? You're not my entire world, Peter Parker !", you laughed teasing him. He groaned something and you added : "Though that was very brave and kind to stand up for me." You squeezed his hand. His smile was as large as the circumference of the earth and it seemed to you that lighted the dark room. "Who would have thought you needed a knight in armor ?", he mocked. "Who have thought Peter Parker would be such a good knight in armor ?", she imitated him. "Not to be mean or anything but I was kind of surprised when I saw that fight. Are you hiding some nice abs behind those XL hoodies, Mister Parker ?", you asked with a kinky look. Peter was thanking the Gods of above that there were no lights except the one that filtered from behind the closed stores, otherwise you would have seen the cheeks of the poor boy becoming very red. "Y-you wish you could see them !", he muttered. You both laughed at that ridiculous answer. "Peter, one day I will teach you how to properly hit on people !", you giggled. "That would be lovely y/n." You laughed again and noticed that you were on your knees at his bed. You got up and laid on your bed. You felt Peter's hand reaching out for yours and you smiled, extending your arm to give him your hand more easily.

Peter was awaken by the nurse entering the room, an our later. "Miss y/l/n ! It's time for you to go back to your lesson !" You stretched and got up. Squeezing one last time his hand, you said goodbye to the sweet boy. The nurse escorted you to the door and you greeted her with a smile. "I hope your stomachache is better, y/n", she said with a knowing smile.

You headed back to your next lesson with a sigh.

Hours later, after having eaten in company of MJ, y/n and Ned, Peter got to his lessons of the afternoon normally. The only exception of the routine was when he was in French lesson with you and the headmaster himself entered the class telling him that he will have to come to his office after the lessons tonight. Peter tried to argument that he had a test for tomorrow and that he needed some time to study and the headmaster agreed and left. He was sitting at the back and you were right in the front. You turned to look at him with a worried look and he smiled to reassure you.

At the end of the day you split up to go to your respective house. Ned and Peter walked to his apartment where May was waiting for Peter anxious. "Peter, what happened ? I received a call from your headmaster that you got into a fight ! Oh my god, your face !", she screamed noticing his bruises. "Don't worry Aunt May, it's just Flash again...", he muttered. "Yeah but this time it wasn't to defend yourself, was it Peter ?", Ned said with a knowing look. "What ?", asked Aunt May. "He stood up for y/n !" Peter glared at him and nodded. "Well if that's for y/n... I guess I will spare you the lecture ?" "What is this supposed to mean ?", Peter exclaimed a little upset. "Don't think you will escape the punishment, though !", Aunt May added, half smiling. "If I had none that to get out of trouble I should have done it for a girl, I would have invented the excuse sooner.", muttered Peter before heading to his bedroom soon followed by Ned laughing.

The guys have had studied for the test of tomorrow for an hour now when they decided to do something else. "Can you help me with my literature ?", Peter questioned Ned. "Oh shit !", the teen sweared, "I landed my book of Literature to y/n and she didn't returne it ! My essay for tomorrow is in it !" Peter immediately took his Spider-man costume from the closet. "Hum, what are you doing mate ?" Ned asked puzzled. "I'm going to y/n's house to get it !" "This is probably the worst idea you've ever had ! Well, thinking it straight the one you had last month to set free all the rats of the lab was worst..." "But Ned, I couldn't let these poor animals being killed for science ! On top of that y/n kissed my cheek for doing it..." "Whatever man...Maybe it's not the worst, let's say it is the dumbest." "Do you want your essay or not ?", Peter asked annoyed. "That would be great but..." Peter was already out, and after less than 5 minutes, he was outside your window. Fortunately it was open and he got himself in. He started to look everywhere, in your backpack, your drawers, on your desk but just couldn't find it. He sighed, his hands on his hips when he heard yelling and the door of your bedroom opening...

What an arse ! You had just got into a fight with your elder brother. He wanted to take care of both the boy that hurt you and Peter, god knows why. While you wouldn't be against the idea of Flash being punched once again, you couldn't understand why he was against Peter. Thomas was lecturing on how Peter had a bad impact on you lately. What the hell ?! You opened your door and before closing it again you yelled : "You know what Thomas ? I think you're just jealous of Pete because you think you're not my favorite boy anymore ! And you know what, that's just childish !". You slammed the door. You were speaking to yourself. "What is wrong with him ? Peter is nothing but pure and sweet kindness to me ! That's unfair ! Humpff !" You were raging when you received a text. Checking your phone you saw it was Ned. >>Ned : Hey y/n ! Remember the book I gave you...Well, there is my essay due for tomorrow and I kind of need it to finish it... 😕 You exclaimed. "Oh shit !" >>Y/n : Sending it to you right away, sorry Ned !

When he had heard you opening the door, Peter had jumped on the ceiling and stood still hoping you wouldn't see him. He had listened to you getting mad to your brother and was very curious about the discussion and remembered to ask you tomorrow at school. He saw that Ned had texted you and he understood that he had no need to be there anymore. Problem was : how was he going to leave ? Suddenly, you put on some music and started dancing and singing. Peter recognized Don't Look Down of Martin Garrix. You were adorable, and your voice actually good enough to hit the high notes of the song. When you were raising your head to sing with all your heart you saw him on the ceiling and screamed. Peter screamed too and jumping to the floor, he rushed to you to cover your mouth with his hands. "What the hell ? How long have you been standing there ? How did you got in ? What are you doing there ? Oh my god, have you seen me dancing ?" "You've got pretty good moves !...No ?", he smiled as he was imitating your snake hips move. You frowned your eyebrows with a puzzled look and he stopped. You were waiting for him to justify himself and you asked : "Well ?" "I was here to...ask you out on a date !" "A what ?!", you exclaimed, stunned. What the hell are you thinking about Peter ?! "You want to go on a date with me ? Now ?" You looked to your clothes and saw that you were wearing your Harry Potter pajamas. "I mean if you want of course ! I kinda, hum, want to know you, y-you seem like a nice girl." He wanted to slap himself. "Weeeell, why not ?", you actually agreed. "Really ?", Spider-man exclaimed surprised. You nodded and added : "I just need to change into something more...suitable." "Yeah, of course !", he answered but without leaving the room. "That's cool because I know the greatest roof in New York to watch the city, it's beauti...", he was interrupted. "Although I'm sure you're the expert in New York roofs, I need to change, Spidey..." "Oh yeah right, haha, sorry, of course you need your privacy to change, it's not like...", he was stopped by you again. "Spidey !", you exclaimed making a gesture to show him to leave. "I-I'll be right back, I just have to make a call !" You sighed with a smile as he was opening the window and getting out.

Peter took out his phone and called Ned. "What the hell are you doing ?", Ned immediately picked up. "I sent a text to y/n, she gave me a photo, where are you ?" "OK, so don't freak out but I may have asked y/n out on a date, as Spider-man, and now that I'm saying this out loud it seems like the worst idea I've ever had. What have I done Ned ? Ned ?", Peter asked again as he was getting no answer. "YOU DID WHAT ?", Ned screamed through the phone, causing Peter to take it away from his ear. "Carefully buddy, my Spider earing !" "I'm sorry man but I don't know what to think, I can't chose if you're a genius or the stupidest guy to have ever lived and I'm honestly going for the last one !" "Thanks Ned, just what I needed...", Peter sighed. "Ok, ok, so you only have to be careful to not say anything linked with Peter." "Right, that doesn't seem too hard but knowing me..." "Take a deep breath and...try to enjoy ! You're going on a date with freaking y/n !" "I don't know how's that possible but I'll do my best..." "Oh and by the way, May went out to grab some things to the store." "Yeah, just, leave the keys under the doormat, ok ?" "Hey, hey captain ! Have fun !" He hung up and Peter sighed. Before reaching for your window, he threw a web on a bouquet of flowers from a opened window.

Peter knocked at your window and you opened, let him in. "Hey there, Juliet !", he said, handing you the flowers. "Where did you find these ?" "You wouldn't want to know..." You both laugh and he stared at you. "You-you look amazing ! How did you manage to get prepared so quickly ?" "Thanks Spidey !", you simply answered taking the flowers and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He flushed under his mask and was happy to wear it. "So, should we go ?", Spider-man weirdly asked. "Let me just grab my phone and...", you stopped as you saw a text from Ned and you giggled. "What's so funny ?", Spider-man questioned. "A friend called Ned told me that a friend called Peter put as a password PeterSolo-PrincessY/n !", you exclaimed, laughing. "Son of a...", Peter muttered. Ned did it on purpose, obviously. "What did you say ?", you asked. "I-I said, hum, what a nerd !", Spider-man stuttered, stressing on the last part as if he was making fun of Peter. "Hey ! Don't you dare mock my Pete ! I may seem like a nerd but he's the sweetest boy I've ever met and he must be protected at all costs !", you scolded him. Peter was speechless for a solid minute and he then asked : "Y-you surely like the boy, don't you ?" "I'm not sure dates are made to talk about other boys... Are they ?", you answered as you approached him. If you only knew..., Peter thought. "We may go.", you declared. "Hold on tight !", Spider-man exclaimed as you grabbed him and jumped in the air.

You screamed excitedly. That was incredible, as if you were flying. You hadn't noticed how much you liked this sensation last time, but God was it good ! Spider-man threw web after web, making a visit of New York skyscrapers until he reached a roof where, you must admit, there was the greatest view of New York you've ever had. "Wow.", you simply said. "Ta da ! Told you !" He sat on the edge and you looked underneath. "Hum, is this really safe ?", you questioned, suspicious. "We can sit here if you prefer.", he said pointing a place that you considered safe. "As long as it is not at the edge of a very high building..." You stood silent for a moment, admiring the breath taking view and then asked with a grin : "Do you do this often, asking girls you don't even know their name on dates ? By the way, I'm y/n in case you would be interested in knowing." Oops ! Spider-man stuttered : No, no, no, no ! Of course not !" "Oooh so I'm privileged !", you teased him. "You could say that... Believe it or not, you're the first I had the gut to ask out..." "Really ? So I must be truly special ! And here I thought you were a womaniser !" "You're oh so wrong." "Why didn't you ask anyone out ? I mean, unless you're very ugly under that mask, you must be the boy of every girl's dream.", you joked. "Well, there is this girl..." "Aaaah, I'm all ears !", you laughed. "But she's so perfect ! She is strong, intelligent, sweet...incredibly beautiful...", he detailed as he was staring you straight. "Wow, is Spider-man in love ? Why don't you make a move ?" He laughed. "She's too bad ass to be interested in a stupid boy like me." You choked. "Excuse me ? Are you Spider-man or what ?" "Pfff, the real courage is not the one we show during fights. And let me just say that I really lack it !", he laughed bitter. "I couldn't agree more, but still this girl is either completely blind or absolutely stupid if she doesn't like you back !", you exclaimed, sure of yourself. "If only she could hear you...", Spider-man sighed.

You talked for about an hour, telling him everything. And he got it, anything you would say, he would understand and agree. You eventually looked at your watch and saw that it was already 7 pm. You gasped and got up. "I should go !" "Alright Cinderella, I wouldn't want to turn back into a pumpkin", he joked and you laugh. You were standing awkwardly in front of each other, when you took action. Taking Spidey's mask and raising it to his nose, you grabbed his face with both hands and kissed deeply. When you realized what you were doing, you walked back. "I shouldn't have done it ! Oh my god ! I shouldn't have accepted at all. Why am I so stupid ?" "Y/n...", Peter began, putting his mask on, while he was breathless and completely dead. "Don't. Please. That's best for both of us. You have your mysterious and I have... Anyway. Take me home please." Peter was about to add something, but closed his mouth and grabbed you sweetly. "This may sound odd but...hold on tight."

He left you in your room, and you said coldly : "I'm sorry to say this, I truly am, but...forget everything about tonight, it didn't happen, alright ?" He nodded sadly. As he left, you jumped on your bed and grabbed your head. "What the fuck, y/n ? What the actual fuck y/n ?" Without thinking much, you grabbed a hoodie and your keys and left. You ignored your brother that was asking where you were going. You had to tell Peter, it couldn't continue this way, he had to know, and you to settle. As you were literally running to his apartment, you remembered what just happened with Spider-man and shook your head to make the image disappear. On the door of the flat, you knocked and nobody answered. You were looking for a key somewhere and looked under the doormat. Bingo ! You turned the key in the door and entered. There wasn't a sound and you screamed from the living room to Pete's bedroom. "Pete, I kissed Spider-man but it doesn't mean anything because..." You heart stopped as you arrived in front of the open door of Peter's room.

When he left your house, Peter was swearing and insulting himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid ! How things could have gone worse ? When the hell did he imagine that they wouldn't go wrong ? He sighed. He wanted to break a wall. He was taking the road to his home, when he saw some weird guy trying to steal a car. He jumped on him, but right at this moment, five other men he hadn't seen took him. Surprised, he couldn't fight back at first. They were punching him, and one guys even took out a knife. He managed to stab him once, in the belly when a man saw them and screamed ; "Hey !" They all escaped and Spiderman got up as quick as possible to go back home.

He arrived minutes later, wounded and bleeding in his room. His ears were clogged and he wasn't seeing straight. It was already a miracle that he had managed to find his way home. He opened the window, taking off his mask and crawled on the floor. He succeeded at standing up and when he turned around to get the first aid kit he was keeping in his cupboard is case of emergency, he saw you, putting your hand on your heart.

A/N : So, so ! How is it ? Reviews are more than welcome and part 3 is on the way !

Particular thanks to Tessa, who is always helping me and supporting me. She was the one that found the Peter Solo, Princess Y/n thing and, let’s admit it, it’s fabulous !

Tags : @potus-megan @farfromjustordinary @double-leo (ilysm) @mnemosymedream

#marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #spiderman #spidey #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #spidey x reader #reader x peter parker #tom holland #part 2 #so confident

18 notes · View notes

darkspellmaster · 6 years

Text

All Anon Asks as of 10/29/2018 in my in box.

1. One thing to point out about these “leaks” as opposed to the two real leaks in the past, the new leaks are on purpose and posted with the intent to cause drama and hype. And as for DW not making a statement, why would they? They are getting free marketing and with such a huge gap between the last press event and the last season why not let it fester and create that hype, they know people will still watch. People are gonna want to tune in to find out the truth, DW knows that.

You know the saying about “No news is good news” well in regard to management in a lot of cases to draw in hype, and also to pretty much not have to deal with the legal nightmare of finding all the images and getting the fakes taken down they go with the idea of “Any publicity is good” because that means that they’re getting hype as you pointed out. As you said Anon, the point of these leaks is to cause drama and create issues between fans and then sit back and laugh at all the shocked kids that are freaking out. They probably are already planning round two or three of this.

2. Voltron is set in the super fancy future why would anything ever be sepia tone? Especially something that’s happening in a flash forward.

So the basics here is that it’s supposed to feel “Nostalgic”. Like “Oh look at that memory we shared together of a wonderful time.”

Again typically sepia is used to make things look or feel aged. Old photos, memories, etc. Sepia is not a color you use willy nilly because it doesn’t always look good on screen in large dosages in filter. The color brown in general is typically used, or at least that color, for sunset like moments to make the viewer feel melancholy that time is ending. You never use that color when you’re showing something triumphant. Also if you do use it for a happy occasion you tend to use it for a photo in a memory book.

Look at Coco, and the photos on the alter, you have several that are black and white and a few that are a brown color because they’re supposed to invoke a certain feeling in you. You want to feel warm and welcome and like everything is in the past and nostalgic. And the leakers got people to feel that way with the colors. And Flash forwards tend to be brighter and blurred in some cases with frosted edges. Or something to depict that it’s not in the present. And if it is just a time skip, there would be no need for the color change.

3. I think it’s weird that in the second wedding photo Shiro is leaning away from Roy as he leans in. Odd???

It’s something that normally happens in some anime. The less, shall we say dominating person leans back embarrassed by the attention and more aggressive actions by the more dominate person who is initiating the kiss. By the body language this means that Roy here is the more aggressive figure in their relationship going in for a kiss though still acting a bit shy about it, while Shiro is less aggressive and is being more shy and then decides to go with it. This sort of action usually happens with a girl in Shiro’s place, as in Japan the girl is seen as less aggressive a figure and why certain female characters over the years have been seen as very different than most of their counter parts.

4. Don’t know if it’s been pointed out yet but in the kiss pic Roy’s arm just randomly disappears through Shiros chest. That’s not how it works.

Correct Anon. The arm should be either around his waist or on his shoulder or chest. As per the kiss with Hikaru (Rick Hunter) and Misa (Lisa) from Macross. Roy’s arm is blending into Shiro’s side and that’s not a good thing. I know Mir makes some small mistakes here and there, but man this would have the art being sent right back to the studio if it was blurring that badly. Unlike Hasbro in the 1980s this sort of thing isn’t tolerated as much anymore because digital means it’s a quick fix rather than hours of reanimating the scene.

5. so, since you're the go to person regarding the legitimacy of the Voltron leaks, I just saw the [SPOILER] photo of the paladins grown up projected on a screen with people in front smiling [/SPOILER] the person that shared this with me said this is a photo of the french VA team finishing dubbing. Thoughts? Comments? Tumblr doesn't let me link the image, but if you're interested I can share it with you some other way.

Holy hell, um. Not sure what to think of that. But okay. XD Yeah I discuss that in the main blog post about it.

http://darkspellmaster.tumblr.com/post/179532344635/update-and-edit-and-master-post-to-the-fokker

So as I said before I think the photo of the cast is real, and more than likely taken on another date. The thing that jumps out to me about the photo after examining it more is where they are looking. Everyone is staring off to the center of the screen, but the camera that took the photo is off to the right. This means that this was probably a photo being taken because of the man in the center, who I’m betting is a famous and well known voice actor.

These sorts of pictures happen from time to time, even here in the states, when a cast gets someone that is famous and they want to take a photo with them. Remember actors are fan boys and girl’s too.

When I went to Anime Midwest a few years ago Sonny Straight (Lupin the 3rd, Krillen, a number of characters in anime) mentioned how he was sitting next to the late VA of Speed Racer, Peter Fernandez, who was signing small cars of the Mach 5. He was talking to him, while geeking out in his mind, and Mr. Fernandez gave him a car with his autograph on it. Sonny basically was playing with the car when Mr. Fernandez wasn’t looking making the noise of the Mach 5.

Nolan North just recently confessed to chasing down Sir. Anthony Hopkins on to an elevator and talking to him for a while, because he didn’t want to miss a shot to meet the famous actor who was recording lines on Retro Replay. (Also watch the show it’s funny.)

So more than likely the picture was being taken with a well-known French VA and that it was for posterity sake for the studio and the actors. Studios will sometimes do this if they have a named actor in the cast doing a voice.

6. I've gone back through Bexs likes and I don't see any of the leaks. What's the source on that claim?

I’ve only been told about this, I haven’t seen anything of it either. I do not have an Instagram so I can’t tell you about that stuff.

Either Bex liked something that was similar, or someone thought that they liked it, or something. I really can’t say for sure. But regardless, unless it’s in their contracts and the NDA states they can’t like fan art, actors typically do like art.

7. Watching your post about the whole studio thing I thought about something, I didn’t know about Ezor’s va leak but maybe when she did it she simply didn’t think the fandom would immediately jump on it and spread it, then is it possible that the french studio ‘leak’ is real too and that the same thing happened?

Most actor’s don’t think that what they say is important. I think in Kimiko’s case she really wanted to just give the fans the okay that Shiro was going to show up again because of all the freaking out on Social Media about it and trying to be a good person. Lionel (I think that’s how you spell his name) the French VA seems like he was thinking of just showing that they were recording the show again. Maybe getting people excited, since, most people that follow Voltron aren’t following the dub actors save for those that are following in France right now. And I don’t know how many know of the actor due to the fact that he’s more a live action actor like Steve is so this is his first dubbing job for a cartoon.

The thing is that the second picture was a personal one that was taken at some other point in time, because of the change that Lionel’s hair has gone through it seems. Also, as I said before this was taken from the side meaning that they’re looking at another camera, so it’s not a case of them taking a “Last hurray” photo, and more likely that they were taking a picture with a well-known actor that had visited the studio to do a voice.

The “leak” is real in that it is a legit photo of the cast, what’s fake is the stuff behind them.

8. I reported the violations to the French company but they haven’t got back to me :/ surely over something this serious they would?

I wouldn’t expect them to be getting back to you regarding this. The photo that was taken wasn’t their property in this case, it’s owned by whoever took it from the side of the editing booth. If it was a professional photo, then yeah they would want to know info. It could be that too, much like DW here in the state’s the legal department isn’t seeing anything huge to go after and would rather people just ignore it.

After all they have only a month and a few days here states side for it to come out, also in France too, so more than likely they are more worried about the promotional stuff they need to do after She-ra comes out.

You’re right, if it was serious we would see things about it all over the place, not just on Tumblr but on other sites that cover this sort of news. Like with the Mir incident. This is not serious to them and probably isn’t even registering yet for them.

9. One of the most glaring things for me is that Roy isn't even on the poster. Even the most minor characters are in it and yet you're going to tell me Shiro's future husband isn't? Yeah, no way. Also in your post debunking the leaks you forgot to mention how the background characters are weirdly static (especially Pidge) in the wedding edits, but Shiro and Roy are moving.

Yeah having Roy on the poster would be a legal nightmare waiting to happen, as rsasai said in one of their other posts, since the show is airing in Japan and Japan worships Roy and Macross, you would have to deal with Studio Nue, Tatsunoko and Big West for any rights to be used. Not to mention that fans of Macross would want to know what the hell was going on since Roy is a big deal. As I said above reminds me way to much of a Newtype magazine static illustration that was traced over.

10. I commend you on your impeccable taste in TV shows, my good comrade. Also, whomst else misses the 80s & 90s where people would just watch and enjoy the shows they watched, and didn’t ruin them or the experience for other fans? Ahhh the good old days!

Maybe I’ll list all my favorite shows. XD And thank you, I like to think I have good taste in shows. At least I hope I do.

Well it depened on who you watched the show with, but over all, for the most part, people genuinely weren’t as worked up over shows. Or at least I never noticed save for a Lisa is better, Lynn is better fight I once saw between two girls on the playground about Robotech, but other than that…it was mostly quiet. Not sure about at offices in the day though over shows like Dallas or Dynasty.

11. To the people who say “The staff having not said anything about the leaks yet means they are true!”. I am almost sure they didn’t say anything about the “Klance voiceline leaks” either, and it was fake.

O.O What? Wait…is that like a dialogue line that was said? OR are we talking about those old telephone call lines where you paid like 9.95 and a dollar or something every minute after a few minutes to talk to your favorite character? Because if it’s the latter, hell yes it would be fake since no one does that anymore. Well save Cdawg who does it for Black butler calls but those are free.

12. An anon sent to you said "maybe DW just doesn't care anymore since the show is almost over" but it's really not about VLD anymore. Like I said before in a previous ask, this sets a very bad precedent. DW is a business, which means they have to look to the future. By not taking this seriously, they're implying they won't take any of their other licensed shows/IPs seriously either. No company would want to damage their reputation so badly just because a contract is almost over.

But see, the thing is, it’s not that they don’t care it’s a question of how the legal wants them to handle it. If you kick up too much of a fuss, then it’s “Well they are real” if you don’t then you have people saying you’re not doing enough. Ultimately it’s not up to DW to chase things down since they are not the main license holder, that is WEP, and the other studios are not owned by DW or WEP they are only licensing the series to dub via Netflix. Then throw NBC Universal on this, and you have that factor in play here…you’d have a lot of people involved. Does it look bad, kinda. But most studios have the same response. It’s easier to let things die on their own than interviene as it becomes making a mountain out of a mole hill. Or to put it in a better way. Let’s take a real case that recently happened. There’s a famous artist that likes to take images and do a little change then say they are his own works of art. He’s been doing this for years and artists hate him because he’s taking their copyrighted works and screwing with them only a little and calling them his own. Recently, like a year or so ago, he went on Instagram, found cosplay and other pictures of female celebs and non celebs, commented on it. Took the photo and the comment, put it together as a larger picture and called it his own. This is considered art appropriation and can be seen as a legal way of doing art. Richard Prince, the artist in question, has been getting away with it for years. And someone who’s cagey enough probably could use that as a defense in a lawsuit. https://www.theverge.com/2015/5/30/8691257/richard-prince-instagram-photos-copyright-law-fair-use

13. in the french va video, who is the guy in the middle? the director?

That guy in the middle may be Patrick Borg. Reason the cast may be taking the picture with him is he’s the voice of Son Goku in Dragon Ball and has been since the start of Dragon ball Z, and is a well-known in VA in France. Or It’s Jerome Wiggins who does a main character on Zagtoonz Zak Storm. My guess though, it’s probably Patrick, and since the crew is pretty much younger actors who grew up around the hype of Dragon ball Z, wouldn’t surprise me if they were taking a picture with him because he was doing a voice for them.

14. No, it's the opposite now. All the evidence in the Universe prooves that the leaks are real but you all choose not to believe in it. And I'm okay with it and I'm more than okay If I'm wrong but if the leaks are real almost everyone who believes that the are fake would be greatly dissapointed and will feel betrayed

As I said before Anon, if you want to believe it, fine. That’s up to you. I have no horse in this race, I’m only presenting facts as I find them and having two graphic designers and other people look over the images and such, to them they seem doctored or created. I’d rather people make the call themselves, but as other’s have said well before me, it seems insane that two studios decided to risk their careers to leak this stuff. You do realize that in doing so they will have cost the trust of several other clients they have and it would probably put them out of business with Netflix, and cause BTI Studios to lose the deal with Altor and Shamrock that they recently made this past year, and for Netflix to pull out of it’s vendorship with VSI and probably make other networks, like CN, and Nick, pull out of the deal. No one, in their right mind, would put themselves or their careers in danger over a cartoon show. No one. It would cause them to be blacklisted and not have work in the VA community ever again. The sheer level of WTF that would have to run through someone’s minds to do this if they were a professional in this field would be astonishing. Honestly, no I wouldn’t feel betrayed or disappointed. I would be more worried for the studios and wonder if they would be able to continue to run as they are, or have to close due to the fact that most of their clients would bolt knowing their intellectual property wasn’t safe. Then there would be the lawsuits from WEP, NBC Universal and probably Mir for putting out copyrighted material that they don’t own. Would I be upset about the show, no, honestly I wouldn’t. Allura dying would be a mirror and parallel to Ryou dying and taking Lotor with him from Go lion, something Voltron the original didn’t do. Shiro being married, awesome. Roy Fokker getting his name out there and getting people to watch Macross to know who the hell this hottie is, okay in my book. The crew taking a picture together, nothing wrong there.

The only thing that could disappoint me is no ending or a cliff hanger, since, well I got that with Force from DiC and this would be the first show to have a real ending outside of the original.

I don’t get why people are worried about me or others feeling disappointed when there are four other variants of the show that exist that we can watch. That’s just silly. I’m more surprised that people don’t care about the well-being and lively hood and careers of the VAs internationally being wrecked by all of this. That’s where my concern lies. Shipping and all the other things, I don’t care about. My care was that the characters were happy and got along, and that the robot fights were cool.

15. You list Roy's arm/hand as vanishing on 13 but they're both still visible, I've redlined it for you: i(.)imgur(.)com/2UHctWY(.)png

Side note. you can’t send pictures that way. And if you mean where the arm seems to blend down around the waist area. I can’t tell for sure if that’s his right arm or his left. Also that would be a weird way to hold someone if you’re going to kiss them like that in genera.

#ask darkspellmaster #anon questions #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron leaks #fake voltron leaks #fake leaks #false leakes #Chinkel studio cast #patrick borg #i've learned about some cool new vas #thanks leakers #roy fokker

10 notes · View notes

dramaplustautology · 6 years

Text

Tariche

General Description

Tariche, which is an inversion and corruption of Ishtar, is a short young man who will say he’s sixty-nine years old if anyone asks. They eyes he’s got are pretty gold with literal sparkles shining in the iris (like Kirby’s new eyes in Star Allies) which resemble a starry vista. His hair’s black but he dyes it pretty hard, veering into platinum blond, and since he keeps it short, he’s got his roots showing more often than not. Refusing to use magic to dye it in solidarity with his buddies (which sounds like nothing but he can’t apply it to most other things considering the kind of creature he is), Tariche stinks of chemicals. Like his workplace, he sprays himself down with perfumes to keep the stink at bay, is what he’ll say but he finds that the mix of flowers, copper, and bitter chemicals puts people on edge.

Dr. Tariche’s mom was a true Hero and so was his older sister, according to him. He’s got a few moves of his own but Tariche preferred to put his talents to medicine and genuinely wanted to help others. The heroes in his family were his idols and as many heroes do, stuffed as many people as they could into their hearts. Tariche started practicing with good intentions, aiming to be like his mother and sister in his own way.

He’s a sharp boy, in mind and in action. With the complexities of social life and ethics though, it was black and white for far too long of a time. That’s why it hit him pretty hard when his sister let herself get cut to pieces after doing something that crashed him smack into some gray area.

Since then, Tariche hasn’t seen his sister at all. Where he’s gone, the only thing she can do is send her little brother gifts. Never letters.

The sudden isolation was sobering since Tariche has a particular power. If someone with a functioning mind knows something, Tariche will know it too. For now, it’s limited to people he’s seen face to face but slowly he’s been able to steal information from reading their writing or looking at their photos. But, it’s only information.

The emotion that gives context to the hard numbers and words are lost to him even when he’s told outright. Tariche can’t understand the minute complexities that can be pinned to the endless stream of information flowing into his head.

Take the gifts his brother sends him from who knows where. They’re apologies for not being around because he’s too dangerous to be around. He’d be a bad influence. Tariche understands the apology, that’s easy, but the hard facts say that his brother poses an extremely minimal threat to him. He doesn’t really get that his brother would know this but feel much different.

Same with his mother, who he hadn’t met until he was fresh out of childhood. Due to certain circumstances, his mother had to give her kids up. She could have kept them of course but “if you had been around, your life wouldn’t have been happy. Even worse, I’m afraid my life would have been much better.”

‘You don’t know for sure,’ is what Tariche thought. There was no way to know if that was true. Either way, there could be no comparison. Not knowing frustrated Tariche and gave him an aching empty feeling he tried to fill as much as possible.

But learning from his family, a heart can’t hold that much. Not without exploding and he knew with the way he was, that kind of mess wasn’t something he could walk away from. So, the rule became four close people and as adrenaline pumping, violent emotions to properly understand and keep him full. It can’t be irritation, it has to be rage. Never melancholy, there has to be unrelenting misery. Those are way easier to understand and he’ll put his back into wringing them out from anyone who can give it to him.

Anything else is irrelevant.

Instead of worrying about the little things, Tariche set out to stimulate himself to avoid having to be alone with his own thoughts. Knowing everything other people did was really boring so he tries to see everything exciting first-hand; an awful way of doing things with medical knowledge and an unhealthy curiosity to go with it.

Though he does pursue situations that are risky with no sure vision of the outcome, Tariche isn’t that reckless. He’s careful to be able to have an out so he can go on to discover more and more. That being said, he’s a huge masochist. Gives him a rush and anyone that can give him that rush easy as breathing, he’ll be all over them, self-preservation be damned.

So what’s he doing with the Thorn, having killed and replaced one of the doctors willing (read: blackmailed into) working with them? It’s very risky and Tariche has no idea what’s going to happen if he gets found out. Plus, there’s a lot of things going on in their everyday dealings to squeeze that sweet sweet adrenaline out of his abused kidneys.

Or maybe, he’s hoping that the Rose can find his mother while they’re sweeping Lore for anything with a hint of magic. Tariche doesn’t know why he wants that or for what reason. Who knows how his mother is going to react either. But that’s the best part.

Despite all that nasty stuff though, he has four chambers in his heart and it takes hard work and diligence to keep them healthy. At least with love, he knows that it’s something you work hard for.

Freely given? Definitely can’t make sense of that.

True Form/Past Life Notes

With how Tariche knows what people ‘think’ to be fact kind of steps too close to just straight up mind reading but I wanted it to be like books, y’know? Yeah there’s data in them but frequent tests, context, and it being widely agreed upon is what makes it information. So no matter what you read, you gotta practice critical thinking (which tariche is too lazy to do sometimes) I was thinking maybe instead of his past deity self being representative of all knowledge, he could be human knowledge. But then i thought it over more and well, that’s redundant. And like it’s kinda dumb that there might be another guy out there, who’s just the Snake Knowledge. How to swallow rats whole.

Tariche looks like a bundle of every living thing’s knowledge. But it’s much less intense than what Ty looks like, if that what Tariche chooses to do. It’s kind of like a book, he can present himself as something that children can understand or can become so complicated that your eyes burn looking at him. Even worse is if he decides to bring to the surface that whole “What Man Shouldn’t Know” kind of information. The stuff that horror literature makes such big stuff about. The stuff that makes people go insane looking at.

But it doesn’t have to be that way cause Tariche could bury it under a mountain of more mundane things. So instead of a witness going insane from the revelation, they could leave knowing waaaaay too much about cooking. Like, now they know 45 different ways to make a pie. Putting it that way can make it sound like he could help so many people out by being a good teacher but he’s lazy and dislikes spending time on strangers. “Do I look like a charity?”

If he were to draw it out, he’d just make a ball of squiggles with a pen to make it easier to understand but really, what he looks like is what learning feels like. Think of an epiphany or the moment where you finally get a math problem right.

Yeah, it sounds really complicated and annoying to present himself in a way that’s understandable to friends. Which sucks cause he feels most comfortable in this form and that makes him super jealous of his older sister.

History/Very Rough Draft

Tariche's history from start to somewhere in the present?

So like, he remembers everything really well, even being in his mom's womb, and why he likes eating cucumbers. (Ty thought she was getting fat or something so she tried to diet)

His knowledge powers were there when he was omg...gestating....

but it didn't bother him as much cause they were just words that didn't make sense to him until he was born. He was just happy to be warm and listen to the voices outside

(don't quote me on this)

so he hears a lot of voices including his mom and his sister, and a few others that pop up a lot of times, many of them sound kind, others sound like nightmares

but somewhere in the middle, Ty realized she wasn't fat and ran off somewhere to be with brhandy and tariche quietly. Tariche doesn't get like, hard facts yet but he feels the absolute fear and exhaustion his mom goes through. And floating upside down not being able to do anything drives him nuts drives him even more nuts when he's born cause now he has a solid world to put facts too, but he's a baby. he can't even control when he cries and pees himself. I imagine having an adult brain and not being able to control basic body functions is the worst.

So like, He knows tons and tons of things that could be helpful but his stupid baby hands and baby mouth can't form words. his arms are too weak to even lift a pen, and brhandy or ty keep picking him up whenever he tries to draw things in like, dirt or flour. But he's cool even tho he can't properly communicate cause Ty and Brhandy take care of him.

Then Ty has to leave cause of something, like problems with people needing a hero again. it's bad this time. She doesn't want to put Brhandy and Tariche through hardships or put them in danger, and since most people don't know they exist, she has to leave them behind in a nice orphanage.

now, Tariche knows how ty can get out of this, or how to solve the problem quickly but he's a baby, he can't say anything. it just sounds like slurred kicking and crying while Bhrandy holds him as they watch Ty disappear.

skip to like, a few years later and the siblings aren't adopted yet (they never will) but brhandy's old enough to take care of them both, do odd jobs, and train to be a knight.

Tariche is a lot quieter when he's a kid, and doesn't want to tell Brhandy about his powers cause he's afraid she'll hate him if he know how to keep their mom around does like, some bad things like drink and smoke cause he knows that'll keep his head clear even for little bits at a time, at age five.

but it's like not hardcore bad, brhandy is happy and the other kids at the orphanage are nice, even visit sometimes when they get adopted.

hey make a lot of friends, and when one of them is about to go to a happy home, they get trampled by a horse or something breaks their leg real bad and it gets infected.

Tariche knows how to fix this, he knows how to do the surgery, and what kind of medicine to give them, but his stupid kid hands shake too much to be able to help them, and makes it worse when he snuck in to try surgery.

Brhandy hides it from everyone that he may have helped their friend die faster but they also would have died anyways. She's more worried that tariche is gonna beat himself up for this

And he totally fucking does but it actually motivates him to train and practice so his body can catch up to his mind. So maybe next time, he can actually do stuff right for once.

He actually does great, becomes an amazing doctor and follows brhandy to a richer place where she can serve the nobility there

He's happier, has dropped the smoking just in time cause he's started to cough a lot, and also does stuff as a vet cause he really likes dogs

And then the stuff happens with brhandy where she accidentally finds out about what her powers are like, and it had rained too much in a place in the sandsea, and a lot of people caught disease from the bacteria that rose up from the ground, and killed a lot of people. (She like, can make it rain a lot. But only if she breathes. If she holds her breath, it won't rain but it's uncomfortable to painful for her)

Brhandy comes home and takes the hit for the horrible crime

Tariche knows that this isn't her fault and someone in the nobility had noticed, and tricked her into getting rid of an enemy in the chaos of the rainfall, but Brhandy is really guilty, and decides to stay in prison until her execution. And Tariche knows how to break her out, which route to take in, and how to escape, but he's a spindly nerd.

When he tries to break in to get his sis, he gets beat up real bad, and and watches brhandy get drawn and quartered.

Tariche is pretty upset, understatement. And manages to find her body parts and found them to be still alive, just in pieces and unconscious. Ty wasn't human and they aren't either. You can't kill them like that normally, but it sucks to not have a body. He gets manic, tries to put her back together but can't manage it cause he doesn't know how to, and this is his first time not knowing something cause the knowledge doesn't exist.

But since he is "knowledge" he can just conjure it up. He actually does it accidentally, and then lost the ability to cry. He can create knowledge but doing that is like an action that accepts that he isn't human, and takes away a human function.

And the way to get her back together is very difficult, and he can't do it in a way that would fit Brhandy's morals. he would need to practice a lot, cause one shot is gonna bring her back but if he fails, it's over forever.

He wants to practice but he'd only be able to do it on other humans, and that'll kill them, but humans killed bhrandy after they used her, and her morals was what got her dismembered in the first place. so actually fuck it. he wasn't good enough to help her or themselves, so he'll just be bad

he starts learning a lot, gets sneaky, always smells a little like blood so he goes nuts on bath and body works kind of things. it's also stuff that brhandy was into so maybe that'll comfort her even tho she's sleeping.

Then he like, finds that he's not getting enough subjects on his own, and he's not getting any better at the procedure, gets worried that he really is a shitty person and isn't trying hard enough cause he actually doesn't love his sister.

He has to turn to sponsors or an employer for help.

and his reputation has apparently proceeded him cause he's promised a high standing right away, and a meeting with the big boss.

Then tariche recognizes the man's voice.

And he's so mad

he's super pissed when he looks at his father cause, this is why he's like this right?

Scum of the earth that only uses his family as an excuse for his sadism

But that's ok, as long as he gets Brhandy put back together, it's good. He's started on a job and he hates leaving things unfinished

so maybe when Brhandy has her head back on, minus all the things that got her killed in the first place, Tariche can take his head off, and finally rest.

Misc Details:

He’s a huge masochist sure, but no needles. Dr. Tariche hates needles and will close his eyes when he’s administering vaccines.

On the subject of needles, the good doctor found a way to both control a person’s movements, change the way a person thinks, and what they think about. Tariche can only do a few at a time but somehow, he can skip all that conditioning stuff by himself but for someone else to do it, they have to use tools. Tariche could teach them if he didn’t black out from looking at the needles.

Why he figured out the needle method in the first place has to do with being able to control people in the first place. If he practices this over anyone, he loses a bodily function. If he continues to use it, it’ll reduce him to having to be on a life support system but stop short of halting his heart. He’s used it all of once and lost the ability to cry when he’s sad.

If there’s an equivalent of Body and Bath Works around, count Tariche as their number shitty customer.

Of course he’ll wash his hands but you need to beat him over the head to make him wear gloves.

Throat punching is his favorite move for some reason. Maybe he wants to get rid of that pesky adam’s apple keeping him away.

No more doctor related things but he’s creeped out by dolls. Tariche can’t throw away the ones his brother sends him but he wishes they could have been cool rocks or whatever.

Tariche has corset piercings on his back. Why? Why.

No one’s sure if he calls tools primitive because he’s from the future or if it’s cause he sucks.

In DF at least, he's the illegitimate son of the main hero character and theano

#Tariche (Info)#Definitely not going to stay the same #The more I think about things the more they change #it's more about his feelings rn

2 notes · View notes

savagegardenforever · 5 years

Text

Interview Extracts

Darren: I like Dr evil Interviewer: (Laughing) - I do too! What about Mr. Bigglesworth, do you have any pets that you tour with… D: Um…our backing singer Anna, she has a pet chihuahua called Cornflakes I: Cornflakes the chihuahua D: Yes I: okay D: And we are very cruel about Cornflakes. We make very nasty jokes about Cornflakes and we’ve had to invent an alter ego called peanuts, cos when we wanna say disgusting horrible things about Cornflakes, we must call it peanuts. So that’s, he is the fictional pet…fictional Mr Bigglesworth of Savage Garden.

Interviewer: What sort of weird things have happened, what things have gone wrong when your on tour here in America? Darren: uh, like um… me falling off stage perhaps -oops, I didn’t say that Interviewer: You did, where? Darren: Yeah, actually um we started the tour in er Australia in late January and er you know its quite an elaborate set with a catwalk and different things and everything was cool for the first two weeks of pre-production rehearsal cos we did it all on the floor. But when you put the show on a six foot stage and there’s a spot light in my eyes and I’m trying to be oh so sexy baby (laughs) in front of 10 thousand people (giggles) I actually fell of the stage! Different people: Oh no, oh wow, geez Darren: You know the really cool thing, and I’ve done it twice, the first time it happened, I don’t know how I did it, its that flamboyant rock star in me, I made out that I was flinging myself towards the hoards of women in the crowd.

Daz: We’ve changed a lot of the way we do our roles publicly, I’ve been doing a lot more interviews and photos and stuff like that and Daniel’s been rehearsing the band with the whip and uhh... they’ve been rehearsing to this ghost voice of me. So next week… Dan: We’ve got a picture of you Daz: Yeah so next week when I go back… (Lots of voices talking over each other that I can’t make out) Interviewer: so you’ve got that Nat King Cole thing going on. Daz: its like (sings purposefully out of tune) I wanna stand with you on a… and they’ll be like - oh the tapes better!

Interviewer: I gotta ask, where’s my sunglasses darn it Darren: You know, they’re in by sunglasses collection (Laughter) I: We were talking about this just the other day, and you must stock pile them! D: The thing is I should have about 20 pairs, but I keep losing them and uh, I actually… I recently had one pair for a day and I lost ’em. Its just, I lose stuff, but I didn’t lose yours I still have them. I: Oh thankyou, well I still have yours.

Dan: Listen to this, this is the most practical present I could ever buy anybody and for Darren its so uncommon…but it worked! It was $300 worth of "Jim’s Lawn mowing" (laughter) Dan: Well he’s used it already Daz: Yeah I’ve already used up the entire voucher actually. No, I vowed that I would never actually mow my lawn…I’ll do anything else! You know I’ll cook, I’ll take the garbage out, I’ll erm…what else do I do? Erm…whatever, little things… Dan: Clean the dog Daz: Whatever, clean the dog…pat the dog, but I just didn’t wanna mow! So I never will have to…ever.

Darren: How about Misty the wonder dog? Misty is Charles Fisher’s dog Dan: oh god Darren: So the producer had a dog, and her name was Misty. She was pretty cool actually she was… Dan: it was good actually having a pet in stressful… Darren: Cos you’d be like (makes funny stressed noised) raarrr - awww, hey misty Dan: and it was good for us Daz: And Daniel, what would she do to the producer when he sat down? Dan: hump his leg Daz: She would hump the producer! Dan: And we were all laughing and Charles didn’t quite know what was going on and he’d go…Stop it misty! Daz: Misty! Dan: like an hour later Daz: but he never cared!

1: Okay, Savage Garden recently did a gig in America and you know usually they invite a couple of audience members up on stage for the last song? 2: Right 1: So Darren gets this girl up who’s about 15 and he asks how she is. So she yells into the mic "Great, I wanna F*** you!" and everyone’s like huuuuh! (Shocked intake of breath) 2: She said what!!?!?! 1: And she’s only 15! 2: That’s disgusting!! Young people, where’d they get that language from!?! 1: And he goes "Sorry, I said I asked how you were" and she goes "Yeah I’m good, I wanna F*** you!" again! She says it again! Blah blah blah 1: So security pull her off and the audience all look at Darren 2: Security did what!!! 1: They pulled her off stage! 2: Oh they pulled of stage…I see, cos sometimes I thought they might have thrown them off stage and that can be dangerous 1: No they just, they just, gently held her by the arms, why the audience all look at Darren in silence wondering oh my god what’s he gonna do next he’s been put in this embarrassing situation. So Darren just says "Umm…I told my mum not to come to these shows!" so he’s alright he got out of it! 2: Alright, good come back Dazza!

Dan: Yeah, we’ve got a fairly sociable band, we carry a five piece band with us and they’re all, you know, drinking with the (mumbles something) Daz: Our band meets everybody, they get everything for free, they go to places, they get into the nightclubs, and we don’t! I was once in a nightclub in Agataris (?) and this is a true story… Dan: This is in Milan Daz: This is in Milan and we’re in a nightclub and he gets us into the club for free and we’re there and he’s slapping…he’s doing the high fives with everyone there in the club. And no one knows who he is, but we got into the club because, you know of how many records we’ve sold. And I got kicked out of the club at one point because someone more important needed my chair! And Ben was waving goodbye to me! Dan: With all these supermodels on his arm and he’s just waving you know "See ya Darren, bubye!" Daz: So its not all fantastic at the top let me tell ya! Interviewer: Or he can get in as Savage Garden’s guitar player but you can’t if you’re from Savage Garden cos no one will believe you! Daz: I’m telling you the other day he was on the bus and his entire wardrobe was free! From his shoes, his shirts, his shorts, his sunglasses, even the hair products in his hair…all free endorsements! All because this guy walks up and says he’s with a band called Savage Garden Daz: I don’t get anything for free! Interviewer: I gave you my sunglasses!! Daz: (pouts) That was a mutual exchange!

Do you ever have nightmares, Darren? "I did for a while after I was held up with a sawn-off shotgun when I was working in the video store. I had the gun right in my face and these guys were really violent and horrible. For ages after that I had nightmares that they were breaking into my house. I really freaked out afterwards 'cause I could easily have been killed. It only took a dog to bark at me to make me burst into tears. In my dreams, these two guys were breaking into my house and I'd wake up in an icy cold sweat. I don't have many nightmares these days, though."

Darren: I came back to Australia... I was driving over to Daniel's house everyday - to write some songs with him - just like I had done six years ago. And I got to his house and we took a break from song writing and I realised I was making the same lunch that I used to make six years ago. I used to eat... Daniel: Do you want to share what it is? Darren: It's rice cakes with peanut butter and bananas on top. I haven't eaten that for six years, but when I write songs with Daniel Jones that's what I eat for lunch. Daniel: So that's the 'secret' recipe of Savage Garden. Darren: I just went "oh my god, do you realise what I'm doing?" and we just got straight back into it. Daniel: Nothing had changed at that moment. Nothing had changed.

"We're not savage at all. We're quite polite and quiet." Daniel "We hate gardening as well." Darren

Interviewer: Now, we've heard the stories about how it began for Savage Garden you know the Aussie cover band... Darren: Red Edge (interviewer laughs) Oi Oi Oi Interviewer: Do you remember much about it? Darren: Barnsey, Chisel.... very... I still don't know the words to Khe Sanh! Interviewer: Oh really, cos we've actually got a surprise for you boys, Darren we'd like you to sing the rest of this (plays Khe Sanh) Darren then sings along purposely out of tune, Daniel is laughing and then says "Sing properly!" Darren, not knowing the words, hums and substitutes words with such things as "a little bit of pastrami..."

Darren: He's like my brother. Daniel: I'd rather be his brother than his sister. Darren: I'd rather he was my brother than my lover!

Darren: I'm not allowed to sit next to the window at the accountant's office because I look out. Daniel: He ends up doing silly drawings of our accountant, and then does a page worth of autographs.

Darren: To the Moon and Back. Daniel: Known as To the Crack and Back. Darren: To be known as To the Crack and Back.

"Just a word of warning, if you are going around to Savage Garden's house later on in the evening, just be careful where you sit." -host of the 1997 ARIAs on Savage Garden's success and the pointy shape of the awards

Interviewer: What's the one thing you can't say no to? Daniel: Sex. Darren: Sex.

On Star 98.7 in Los Angeles, the interviewer mentioned that Darren and Daniel were good-looking guys, and Daniel answered, "Well hung." (Which has to do with the male anatomy...) Later, the female interviewer commented that they were cute and talented, and the male interviewer replied, "You're just saying that because he's well hung." Darren, embarrassed, yelled, "Oh my god!"

Interviewer: What is your most underrated talent? Daniel: Erotic Dancer. Darren: Stand up comic.

Darren: The favourite nude moment in my life? Oh, we were on tour, in Melbourne, and we were having a little dare with the other Tarago there were the backing singers and the band in one, and me and Daniel and, you know, spouses and things in the other. And suddenly breasts were flashed, there was the odd penis and so I completely took all my clothes off and ran around their bus about four times and beat them. Completely shamed them out. The only problem is there were fans actually following and they photographed the whole incident. And a bit later... Interviewer: Last time we spoke to [Darren] he was talking about flashing his willy out of a Tarago and everything. We were getting very worried. Daniel: He told you that, did he? Interviewer: Yeah. And how did he go with the extension? Daniel: He keeps doing it. Keeps getting longer and longer.

Interviewer: Darren, do you still check your hair in the car mirror? Daniel: He shut the door on me once doing it (laughs), I wasn't even out yet and he wanted to look at his hair in the mirror! Darren: It's very important for me to look presentable!

Interviewer: Do you have any of those things on the plane, like those essential oil jet lag things? Cause you look so good... Darren: No, I had diahorrea actually! Seriously. Daniel: Thanks for that! Interviewer: So that's why you look so thin and toned...

Darren: [In Dr Evil voice] I shall call Daniel Mini-Me, - you complete me. Why, if anything should happen to you, I probably would just replace you, but for at least 10 minutes I would be completely inconsolable, yes. [Daniel's laughter] Interviewer: See, it made an impact on him, that movie. Daniel: Yeah, it did, it was worth the popcorn. Darren: [In Dr Evil voice] I love you for taking me to see Dr Evil.

#darren hayes #daniel jones #Savage Garden #quotes #intreview

0 notes