#a lil fanfic about the blonde boy and the red haired one

[alaister-merrygold]

"His smile was his biggest treasure"

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If you asked the people around, it was obvious that reasons for it existed: the cozy atmosphere, the enjoyable presence of the owner, Madam Rosmerta, and of course, the drinks served there, butterbeer, pumpkin juice, cherry syrup, and even for the adults, some fire whiskey.

But today, for Alaister, was a place he didn't expect to be. Not because he wasn't thinking of going before, he surely was to do so, but because he was invited there, that night, by none other than his best friend (and secret crush) Daniel Page. It did take him a long time to not lose his mind and exaggerate the invitation, to stop jumping in his place, squeaking while his roommates were elsewhere, and of course, to get his best looks to the occasion, even if it was just using his uniform, fix his hair, and make sure his cherry earrings were in place and his glasses were clean... And why not, some cherry perfume here and there.

Sometime later, he finally arrived just in the hour at the location they'd met, outside the place, greeting each other, and, sure enough, going inside, feeling the change of the atmosphere from a cold, white winter to a warm, wooden establishment, with fireplaces and plenty of tables and costumers, from students to adults.

Daniel: Ahh, the Three Broomsticks. Lively as ever.

Alaister: You've come here before?

Daniel: Just once, I think. My mum must have brought me... But I don't really remember, since I was too little back then, I believe. But I've heard plenty of stories, though! Alaister: Huh, well, what everyone said of this place is true, it is cozy and welcoming! And it doesn't surprise me this place is popular, it looks a little crowded tonight... How about you get us a seat and I go look for our drinks? Daniel: Sure. I'll find us a quiet table on the second floor... You know what I like.

The blonde boy couldn't help but let out a giggle... Gosh, he really fell hard for him, more now that he could see Daniel way happier and open than usual. It was a sight he could never get enough of, and containing the blush on his cheeks was a hard task that he, somehow, fulfilled as he turned around and walked towards the bar, talking to the woman who owned the place.

Madam Rosmerta: Why, hello there! Fresh from Hogwarts, are ya? Alaister: Greetings, indeed, miss, I have just arrived from there. Madam Rosmerta: Call me Rosmerta, please! "Miss" makes me sound like an old crone! Alaister: Ah, my apologies, Rosmerta... I wanted to ask about the specials here, any type of recommendations are welcomed greatly. Madam Rosmerta: Well, our two specials are our famous butterbeer: a frothy, buttery creation that is our house specialty, and pumpkin juice, fruity, with notes of spice. It's perfect, hot or cold! We also have other drinks, like, for example, cherry soda, with natural cherry syrup. Alaister: Hmm, I think I'll have one cherry soda and... A butterbeer, please. I'll pay them both. Madam Rosmerta: Great choices! A cherry soda and butterbeer, coming right up...

It didn't take too long for him to get the drinks and pay them both with a few sickles and galeons, and as best as he could, he walked to the second floor, doing his best to not spill a single drop, as his friend waited for him on a far, far table. Leaving the drinks, one after the other, on the table, he took a sit right in front of the other.

Alaister: Here they are... I got you a butterbeer... I hope that's what you wanted, I forgot to ask you before. Daniel: Knew I could count on you! Cheers!

And just as soon they would rise their orders, by the corner of their eyes, they noticed how a group of spiders rushed out of nowhere, and not small ones, precisely, yet not as big as an adult acromantula.

Alaister: Ah! W-Where those came from? Madam Rosmerta: Somebody help, please? My potential customers are fleeing from these spiders!

And, soon enough, they've found themselves, using Arania Exumai as their lives depended on it... Luckily, Alaister wasn't alone with this, and he even found it quite nice to work together with Daniel as he used to...

Madam Rosmerta: Well done, lads! Thank you for your help, the next round is on the house! Alaister: Oh, thank you very much Rosmerta, but it was not the big thing... Although, I am worried about their possible origin... Madam Rosmerta: Oh, it was probably Hagrid who left his new pets again. He can expect a nice, lil' chat with yours truly next time he comes in for a pint...

Both smiled happily at this and went back to their table, enjoying their time and their drinks... Alaister couldn't stop smiling all that night, even when he was on his bed. The sight of Daniel talking so passionately about his likes, about his day, being so open, so relaxed with him... It was a thing that made his heart flutter like crazy. He even hoped he could just dream of this moment so he'd never forget... Because his smile was his biggest treasure.

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#also when reading bo's dialogue i did that thing from zach stone where the voices got confused lmaoooo it is like 5k it's not a short onehah

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

October 31st

Bo Burnham x Reader.  AFAB Reader.

Rating: Teen

TW: alcohol, kissing. Suggestive language. Fluff, friends to lovers. Sex references. Brief nudity.

Just a lil cute bit of fluff, needed a sweet distraction while I’m writing the Sad Fic haha, hope you enjoy! Wrote the entire thing on my phone which is weird for me, so just a lil drabble :3 College Halloween AU vibes.

Word Count: 3.4k (sorry, bit too long for a drabble, can anyone shut the fuck up?)

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His eyes caught yours over the pumpkin piñata. Devilish glances over punch laced with cheap vodka, candy corns sticking to the bottom of your red solo cup as you grabbed it off the table.

Sickly sweet, that blonde boy.

‘Don’t fear the reaper’s’ chords thrum out of the amps all lined up against the staircase. Screams of joy from the other partygoers, vampire fangs, too small witches brooms and old sheets with eye holes fly through the air in a flurry as the dance floor fills.

You see him, above the throngs of people. Towering over most of them, actually. An absent expression painted on his face, about as much effort put into his costume as you’d expect from someone looking so forlorn at a party - a black skeleton onesie.

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75 notes • Posted 2021-10-21 12:43:21 GMT

#4

On All Fours

Bo Burnham x Reader. AFAB Reader. She/her pronouns.  

Rating: Explicit. 

sub! Bo. Oral sex (f receiving) Vaginal sex. Orgasm denial/edging. Feet fetish. Praise kink. Established relationship.

sub! Bo is here, I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 5.6k

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Another day working from home. Sipping on unintentionally cold coffee you flinch, adjusting your glasses further up your nose and leaning into your laptop on the kitchen counter. This working from home malarkey would really do your back in, you thought, taking a moment to stand up and stretch out your sore muscles from hunching over your computer screen.

A sweet reprieve from the monotony of work, you hear your boyfriend Bo opening the patio doors. 

He walks in, spring in his step, light gleaming from his blue eyes. The beard he had grown over the last few months in lockdown always caught you off guard - his clean shaven boyish face overgrown with dark blond bristles, matched his hair which he had also let grow out a little - much to your delight.

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79 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 13:15:24 GMT

#3

This blog in a picture

80 notes • Posted 2021-11-19 19:10:07 GMT

#2

The Director

Bo Burnham x Reader. Bo Burnham smut. AFAB Reader. She/her pronouns

Explicit

TW:  Degradation kink. Tiny bit of Praise kink. Dom! Bo. Nasty Bo. Vaginal sex. Unprotected sex. Anal sex. Anal play. One night stand(?) Spanking. Punishment. Creampie. Masturbation. Degrading names like s**t, w**e, b***h

Word count: 8k

(disclaimer: pls don’t put/let someone put their dick in your butt and then in their/your vagina it’s just not cool ok, this is a fic not real life lmao)

Special thanks to: rhapsody-under-pressure, persephoneburns, pharlapcartoonist, and imindthegoats for reading some excerpts, and giving me their feedback, it’s very much appreciated! :3

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Over the course of the last couple of months, you busied yourself with work. Steadfast in the notion that once you were wrapped on this project, you could go back to your quiet little life. Taking odd jobs here and there, gaffer here, assistant set designer there. 

Invested though you were in the film industry, you’d never let it infiltrate your mind like this, let it consume your every thought. You’d flirted when working on set before, naturally, but nothing had ever before culminated in such an explosive finale. 

The first such incident could be described as benign, common courtesy even. But in the deep recess of your mind you knew, it was the beginning of something.

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113 notes • Posted 2021-10-11 21:29:55 GMT

#1

Red Flannel Shirt

Wanna preface this with if “breeding kink” or mentions of pregnancy isn’t your thing, probably don’t read :3

Inspired by Bo wearing the red and black flannel in White Women’s Instagram...with extra filth.

Bo Burnham x Reader. Bo Burnham smut. AFAB reader. She/her pronouns. 

TW: Breeding kink, established relationship. Trying to conceive. Fluff. Vaginal sex, unprotected sex (ofc) fingering, oral sex (m and f recieving) Masturbation. Creampie.

Special thanks to @discountetsyagitprop @textbookpandering and @heavesdeluxe for reading some exerpts and giving me their much valued feedback! :)

Opening the front door, placing the keys on the hook, you stepped inside your home. Even the comfort of being at home wasn’t enough, today. Heaving a deep sigh, you leave your shoes and bag at the door, and slump through the entryway to the bedroom.

You knew he was away, and would be for weeks, it was always like this. He made it absolutely clear that you were what mattered most to him, but when it came down to scheduling and press dates, you took a back-seat.

Every time he told you about leaving, you saw the sadness in his eyes, the slight anger at having to leave you behind. You would comfort him, tell him that you knew how much he loved you and that work commitments were important. You tried not to let it get to you, let the jealousy overtake your usually calm and supportive demeanour.

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[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10  Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13  Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1563

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Side Note: Црни лабуд, according to google translate, means Black Lotus in Serbian.

So erm. Hi guys, first time sharing something on Tumblr, normally I’m the one reading all the fanfics but after reading so many talented people’s work I thought I’d try my hand at it :) hopefully it doesn’t completely suck, any writing tips and feedback is welcome and feel free to give some constructive criticism. I’m rambling, aren’t I? Okay I’ll shut up, Enjoy :)  

It’s the same routine day after day, wake up, shower, get dressed and go out to recruit for Damien. The streets of Brooklyn aren’t exactly safe for a girl of 13, but hey this is what happens when a pair of inconsiderate asses sell their only child to one of the most infamous and dangerous gang of criminals for the cheap thrill of getting high. One way or another a girls gotta make a living and the way I do it could land me in jail for the rest of my life, I mean I didn’t exactly picture myself blackmailing and manipulating the poor souls targeted by Црни лабуд, but that’s the shit that happens when you find yourself being shunned by the society that’s supposed to help the weak.

Anyways I was getting close to my target, just two more blocks, through the back alley and up the stairs to the apartment owned by Greg Sampson. That clever son of a gun managed to bypass the security systems of the cities bank and make off with $5,000 and get away with it, and as expected the Црни лабуд want him to be our new “financial adviser” considering our last one double crossed the boss and died cause if it. Turning to corner to enter the alley was a moment, as cheesy as it sounds, I won’t ever forget, a big group of boys were surrounding a lanky and frail lad who by the looks of it had seen better days. His blonde hair was all over the shop and his face looked like it had been ploughed into the front of a bus, blood was coming out his nose and both his top and bottom lip were split open but despite all of that he was laughing and taunting the group. 

“What’s the matter guys? Upset that you can’t keep me down?”, okay it’s official this kid has a death wish and I’m pretty sure that if I don’t do something I’m gonna be a witness to a murder, so of course my dumbass walks right into the middle of this “fight”. “So, what the hell is going off here? You boys decided to compensate for your small penises by acting like giant dicks or something?”, I could hear the lad behind me let out a laugh and a small smirk spread across my face as I looked at who I was up against, all the lads were red in the face and looked ready to put me into an early grave but I’d of liked to see them try.

 Thanks to the boss I knew basic self-defence and apparently could pack one “hell of a punch” when pissed off, the tallest of the bunch stepped towards me and picked me up by my collar at an attempt to scare me “Who the hell do ya think ya are little girl?! Don’t ya know when to stay outta other people business? Now I gotta mess up that pretty lil face of yours”. It was safe to say whatever he said and did was about as intimidating as a wet kitten and honestly quite funny, hence why I laughed before I punched the prick in his face, not my smartest move cause then I was dropped straight on to my ass. One of the tall pricks mates decided to take advantage of my situation, yelling and cursing at me as he prepared to kick me right in the face ,which wouldn’t of been too pleasant let’s be honest, but right when his foot was about to make contact the blonde lad behind me pulled himself in front of me and took the blow for me, he went flying across the floor and hit the back wall.  

Now I was pissed. As the group started to walk past me and advance on the blonde boy, I grabbed the ankle of the closest guy and pulled him down, climbing on top of him and really going in on his stupid face to try and get their attention back on me and off the guy struggling to stand.  It’s safe to say it worked, a sudden force to my ribs knocked me off the boy and back onto the floor, and then the fun began…for them at least I wasn’t having as much fun as the collection of shitheads, pain erupted from all over body, one jackass was constant kicking me in the head as the others hit whatever part of me they could reach. It felt like it went on for forever, but, in reality it was only for 30 seconds, before the boys stopped, I could hear the sounds of punches and the whimpers of pain as multiple sets of steps started to run away from me.

 I tried to sit up, but those bastards really did a number on my ribs and midsection, the pain making me cry out before crumpling to the floor, faint mummers and a moan of pain could be heard but I didn’t really care about that. Summoning my last bit of strength I pulled myself up, ignoring my bodies screams of protest, the wall becoming my new best friend as I started to limp towards my objective, I managed to get about 10 centimetres away from the alley before a arm wrapped around my waist and held me up.

“Just so you know that was fucking stupid move on your part, next time let me save the punk” ,okay hold the frigging phone who the hell is this and why haven’t I pushed his stupid ass to the floor? quickly I shoved him and “walked” away from him, royally pissed off.  “By the time you’d of got here to save him he’d of been 6 feet under by now, so go screw yourself” Perhaps I could have been nicer, but he did start it.

Miraculously I made it to the stairs and began to make my way up them, when once again a hand stopped me and I gotta be honest it’s really starting to piss me off, turning around to give this little bugger a piece of my mind, the words died in my throat as I came face to face with the blonde boy. Bruises littered his face and somehow his face was even bloodier then before, the mark from the kick was printed on his face and guilt immediately flooded my veins, “Ignore my friend, he doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut sometimes, anyway I wanted to thank you for stepping in there not a lotta people would be so quick to rush in and have my back. My names Steve, Steve Rodgers and the grumpy old man over there is James Barnes” Steve stuck his hand out as a greeting and offered me what I can assume he meant as a friendly smile, though the split lips did ruin the image. Slowly a smile spread across my face and I shook his hand in greeting, “It was no problem, honestly, besides you had em on the ropes, my names y/n and it’s nice to meet you, though I can’t say the same about your friend over there.”. The boy behind Steve or Bucky scoffed at me and walked off in a huff, not that I cared, simply raising my eyebrows at Steve, mocking his friends attitude he let out a sigh and gave me an apologetic smile in response, “Well I better go after him or he’ll kick up a storm, I’ll see ya around y/n” and with that he smiled a final time and ran off after his friend. 

Returning to the task at hand, I let out a small smile at the thought of Steve before frowning, he was a good kid and didn’t need the trouble I brought, it’ll be best if I never see him again. I sighed before climbing up the rest of the stairs and prepared for the next few hours of hell I have to bring to this man, with those final thoughts I brought out my “tools” and got to work.

Okay honestly, I didn’t mean to make the first chapter so long, I wanted to provide the best in sight as to how this series will go, also the character development will be miles better in up-coming chapters. Thanks for reading :)

Rose xx

[eligr33n]

Like Mocha and cream <3

Dream x George - Coffee shop! au

Part 1?

Authors note: Hi everyone! My name is Green, I’m a small aspiring author of fan fictions from all types, please forgive me if my writing is not very good! I’m frankly new to fanfic writing. Anyway enjoy reading (I hope!).

Words: 1174

Warnings: Small language warning! A lil' spice? Otherwise just fluff between two pinning messes :]]

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It was 6pm, the most thrilling hour of Dream’s day, but as the door opened, he faintly heard the small golden bell that hung atop ring. Dream looked up from his bench of mismatched coffee cups and assorted clothes and turned his head to look behind him at what indicated a new.. or not so new customer.

George’s deep brown eyes skimmed along the small cafe’s walls, they were painted a delightfully lacking cream, but to compensate the quaint area held windows that sat on the left and front sides of the small shop, he then continued to look at the bar which sat at the left end of the shop it was crafted out of a pure spruce, which thus fit in with the rest of the shop that sat before him. To his right he noticed the wall lined with low rising seats, from edge to edge the cushiony dull black padding was placed upon a wooden base, decorated with dark green and muted blue throw pillows for a backing against the harsh brown brick wall, but with seats comes tables and so happened to be made out of once again a spruce, only two semi-medium tables sat in front of the seats that were bestowed upon such, they were short in width but long in length. Seeing to the other side he saw which was the normal seating arrangements is that three tables lined along the window edge, three seats to each with mis-matched metal chairs; accompanied by cushions - of which were the same colour variant as the throw pillows to his direct left.

Taking it all in George is reminded of how much he liked it, well of how he loved it. Many times had he been there it didn’t stray to make him feel at home, from the warm lighting to the kind atmosphere of the place nothing made him enjoy it more, just like how he enjoyed seeing with the cute blonde barista- but that doesn’t matter.

“Uh..hey? I’ll take th-“ George queried as he looked down at the menu not even looking to the barista yet, he needed to know if they raised the price on extra caramel - last time they did and it almost broke the bank for him

“The mocha? with two shots of caramel and extra whip cream plus chocolate drizzle on top?” The unknown tender piped in

“Oh yeah that’s the one! Wait Dream?”

“Yes dumbass, obviously it’s me everyone’s favorite, and cutest barista boy there is” Dream replied as he bashfully grinned ear to ear, finding his ‘friend’s’ ignorance to what was happening in front of him quite funny, placing his elbows atop the counter he locks eyes with George

George brings his arms to the counter alongside Dream mimicking his position “Stalker.”

“What? Me? A stalker? Say’s the one who comes here to see me everyday!” Dream leaning further into the counter, places the back of his hand to his head lightly lolling it backwards “This is utter slander I say! Slander!” He proclaims with a smile to his lips, returning his hands back to their original state, but not moving any the less backwards

“You work here Clay-“ George chimes, “You can’t deny the truth, obviously you can’t get enough of me and my coffee order”

“And what if that was why? But also you live twenty minutes away Gogy, that’s pretty far if you ask me~” Dream is slowly becoming closer, the counter top was not long enough for him to be a considerably safe distance from George’s face if he continued

“First off, not my point.” He huffs, slightly flushed from his remark, “Second how in prime’s name do you know that”

“Um.. I dunno man maybe because you took me back to your apartment once?”

“Shut up you make it sound like we fucked”

“You wish we did” Dream interjects

In a sudden burst of embarrassment George spurts out “Go fuck yourself that’s completely stupid, you’re dumb” His cheeks glow a bright red, taken a back from such a comment

“You’re cute when you’re blushing” Dream cooed, slowly ringing himself further in. Both him and George are leaning against the counter already giving them both a closer distance, but Dream’s slow incline is making the gap close

George pulls back adjusting his hoodie “I am so not, it’s hot is here”

“It’s hot in hereee, oh no george whatever shall we do in this -70 degree heat, my my~”

“I hate you” He pulls on the strings of his sage hoodie, letting go he moves his right hand towards the over the shoulder bag that sat across his chest resting on his right hip

“Love you more my prince” Dream said, as he then moved from leaning on his counter to the black coffee machine, slowly whipping up George’s feverously sweet drink.

They exchanged banter back and forth some flirty some not, discussing the small things though out their day, telling one and other about how their set up’s are going and what they plan on adding. Not a soul in sight were in the shop at the great hour of 7:43pm. Only the few that worked the night shift came though to help strive on with their lasting hours of work.

George stayed, it was like a small tradition. Each night he’d stay with Dream to help out, it had only started a year back after his maybe 3rd month of going to said shop, him and Dream had grown close over their fondness to gaming and such and one day George had found himself with Dream sitting on the top of the bar, it was 8pm and they had realized how time had gone by since his 6 o’clock arrival. Dream then had to tell him that packing up had to begin so George as the so giving guy he is made sure to help do so, and it definitely wasn’t for.. any other reason. And not as if that every moment he spent with his new friend he found himself wanting to run his fingers through said friends hair or that he wanted to hold onto him and not let go or maybe it could’ve been the fact that every time George looked into his eyes he couldn’t help but want the hold Dream’s face cup it in his hand and tilt his head to fit with his, that he would think about the way Dreams head would turn and move in slowly, closing eyes so their lips could meet one and other in a battle of romance and ever growing lust for one and other. George thought of how he would move one hand across his waist and the other to the back of Dream’s neck, how Dream's read would roll back... But George left those thoughts in box, a box left in lock and key, the type of lock and key not even blot cutters could cut, but maybe what could open it was a blonde boy and his charm.

[sincerlypadfoot]

Switched Realities (Chapter One)

~After Remus tries and invent a breath mint potion, everything goes terribly wrong, switching bodies with everyone in that circle and not knowing how to switch back. (Sirius Black fanfic) 

(If you get confused on who is who)

Remus-Marlen James-Lily Sirius-Ash 

Word Count-1.7K

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“Lily, Ash, Marlene!” I faintly heard someone hiss, I didn’t care to react, thinking I was dreaming, after listening for a couple seconds, I felt myself drift back to sleep. “Ash,” Someone hissed in my ear.

“Bloody hell, i’ll hex you,” I cried out tossing my soft blanket off my face and squinting my eyes at the bright light in the room. “What do you want?” I asked unknowing who was talking to me. 

“Bloody hell turn the lights off,” I heard Marlene squeal, less of a morning person then I was, the lights went off.

“Remus wants everyone in the common room, he has something important to share,” The voice said Sirius, causing my eyes to pop open, only being a sports bra and shorts. 

“Sirius Black, you get out of this room right now,” I cried out pointing to the door, pulling my blanket up to my chest.

“I’ll be back if you three aren’t down in the common room in five minutes,” The door open and shut.

“Bloody hell i’ll kill those boys one day, always coming in here,” Marlene croaked turning on her light. “What the hell is going on anyways?” She asked looking in my direction.

“Like hell, I know,” I mumbled closing my eyes then opening them again. “Probably some dumb boy shit, no doubt,” I tossed my sweater on quickly then sat on straight, looking at Lily who was standing up out of her bed and brushing her hair.

“How are you a morning person Lil, i’d kill to sleep all day,” Marlene said making herself and I laugh and nod our heads in agreement.

“Not sure, my parents were always up early so I was always up early, i’ll meet you two down in the common room,” And just like that, Lily was out of the room, leaving Marlene and I.

“What do you think they they’re gonna blow up today, or get us detention for this time?” Marlene asked crawling out of her bed, I did the same, walking over to  my closet, grateful that is was a saturday.

“Yeah no doubt we’re going to get detention for this,” I lowly said letting out a bit of a snort, Marlene laughed, we both turned to each other, walking out of the room at the same time.

“Good morning, come sit, I have some exciting news!” Remus called out, he had already sat everyone down in a circle, leaving Marlene and I room to squeeze in.

“What is your so exciting new?” I asked taking my place in between James and Sirius.

Remus grinned brightly, pulling out seven little vials of purple liquid in them. “You guys want breath that smells fresh all day?” Remus asked, James and Sirius looked at each other, leaning over and gawing their breaths

“He needs it!” They both said simultaneously, I rolled my eyes, watching Remus pass the viles to Marlene, who passed them to the next person until everyone had one in hand.

“Fresh lasting beautiful breath here we come,” No one questioned Remus with his potions, since they always were right, and none of them were mix-ups. Everyone went together, chuckling and swallowing the purple potion.

“Smell my breath James,” Sirius suggested, knocking into me, he hadn’t made it to James before falling backwards onto the floor, all our heads shot to him, then to the next thud on the floor, Marlene fell, then James, Lily.

The after taste was awful, making my stomach want to hurl and my eyes baggy. “Remus what did you do?” I pushed my last words out of my mouth, before feeling myself falling backwards, on the soft carpet.

I had felt awake still, but my body felt different, and my stomach was in a knot, my leg felt stronger than my stomach. I forced my eyes open, looking up at the roof, feeling around and not in the same spot.

“Bloody hell what the hell was that?” I moaned rubbing my head, my voice was not my voice, I looked at my hand in my face, that was not my hand either, I quickly sat up looking around the room, everyone was either still laying down or just waking up.

“Oh god what happened,” A woman's voice said beside me, I turned my head, my eyes widened more out of my face. My mouth fell open but no words came out, my eyes turned down to my body, the leather jacket and sweatpants were sure not mine as well.

A scream came from my right, causing my head to turn and look at James who had his hands on his face. “No no no, Remus i’m gonna kill you!” James shrieked again touching his face. 

“What’s the problem?” Remus asked sitting up and looking around the room, his eyes landing on Marlene then his face then around the room. “This is not my face,” Remus had made a squeal, the familiar squeal I had heard this morning from someone else.

“Marlene?” My deep voice said looking over at Remus, or Marlene who looked over at me confused. “It’s me, Ash,”

“Ash?” Marlene said placing her hand on her face. “Why am I right there?” She asked looking over at her body that was curled up in a ball, slowly waking up.

“Hey thats me,” My head turned beside me, myself was awake and looking around, unsure of who was in my body. “Thats me?” The person said again, holding there hands on their face.

“Remus what the hell did you do!” Marlene cried out looking around the room, the person beside her started moving, moaning and touching their face.

“I didn’t do anything, I just,” Remus started to say, who was in Marlene's body sat up and looked around, spotting Marlene who was in his body beside him. “Oh no,” Remus hand went on his blonde hair, pushing it over his eyes.

“Bloody hell what happened?” Lily moaned sitting up and looking around, her reaction was the same as everyone else, seeing her body and letting out a girlish scream and covering her mouth.

“James?” Sirius asked tilting his head and looking over at James beside me, who sat up and looked around, letting out a manly scream and covering his mouth again. 

“Okay everyone calm down!” Remus shouted standing up, he looked down at the skirt he was wearing and his face went bright read.

“Hey don’t look at me like that!” Marlene pipped up looking at Remus and shaking her head.

“If your me,” I whispered turning my head to Sirius who was looking at himself up and down. “Oh god,” I grabbed my hair, expecting brown but Black hair fell onto my face. “Anyone but you Sirius,”

“Stop talking!” Marlene shouted standing up and looking around the room, I chuckled at her expressions when looking down at her body and spotting her own self standing beside. “Ash, Sirius,” She pointed as Sirius and I, who looked at eachother, then down at our bodies again.

“Nice boobs,” Sirius smirked placing his hands on his chest grinning. I smacked his hands away.

“Lily,” Marlene said catching the attention of Lily who had been in James body. “James,” 

“I am so sorry,” Remus said sitting back down and placing his hands on Marlene's head, or his head. “I don’t now how his could have happened,”

“You put me back in my body right now, I can’t even believe this!” Lily squealed running her fingers not through her long red hair but her slick almost black hair.

“I need to get my book, I don’t know what to do,” Remus got up and left the room, Marlene fell backwards, placing her hands over her scared face, letting out little weaps.

“How to you make your skin so soft, and your hair, it’s so siky,” Sirius was unbothered, running his fingers on his skin and though my long brunette hair.

“Stop touching my face Sirius,” I hummed smacking his fingers. “Don’t touch anything, it’s weird,” 

“I’ve got good news and horrible news, what do you guys wanna here first,” Remus came rushing down the stairs, with a book in his face, moving the long blonde hair out of his face every couple seconds. 

“Good news, please just put me back in my body before James ruins my hair,” Lily cried out placing her hands on her hand, running her fingers though her hair.

“Well, I know a potion that can fix this, but,” Remus said looking at the five of us. “It’ll take a month, and it’s complicated,”

No one said a word, Marlene was the first one to do anything, walking up the stairs and slamming the door shut.

“I can’t even believe this,” I whispered putting my head down into my hands. “I can’t do this,” My hands ran though Sirius’ hair that felt silkier than mine.

“I am so sorry guys, and I promise that all your homework will be done by me and and,” Remus sat on the floor, playing with the blonde hair that hung down his face. 

“We have class, what do you want us to do, I can’t even!”  Marene came down the stairs, wearing a long woolen sweater to cover Remus’ shirt he was wearing.

“Well atleast now i’ll pass my potions test today, that's Lily Flower,” James chuckle hitting Lily's shoulder. 

“Not if I let you fail, just because I have to be you doesn’t mean i’m going to be any nicer,” Lily muttered crossing her arms. 

“I need to go get ready for class, lets see what pretty panties you’ve got to wear Ash,” Sirius smirked helping himself off the ground, I watched him slowly walk up the stairs before getting up myself and running after him.

“Don’t touch my underwear Sirius!” I yelled jumping on his back and covering his eyes before he had a chance to do anything. “Or i’ll touch all your clothes and use all your hair gels,”

“You wouldn’t,” Sirius hushed moving my hands off his eyes. “I wasn’t going to be a weirdo about it,” I shook my head looking at my face on Sirius. “Wow I have so much nose hairs,” Sirius stuck his finger in my nose causing me to fall off in disgust.

“We have to get to class Sirius, stop horsing around, just slip my robe on, and lets go,” I helped myself up on my feet, crossing my arms at Sirius again.

“Ash I didn’t realize you smelt so good,” Sirius slipped off my sweater then tossed my robe on, I walked out still with my arms crossed, Sirius robe felt silkier and nicer, knowing I was going to be keeping his robe after this.

[eternal-bangtan]

BTS game

hello i was tagged by @fictionbunny @kimsouthjoon @hobis-glasses @kookie-off-his-kookie to do this one of the most complicated tags to me cuz i really dont like to choose amongst these things -_- just wanna say that i appreciate every era every hair colour they pull them off like crazy every song every mv every moment etc so i wanna punch the air and eat my fist rn but lets try im gonna break every rule i can tho dont fucking @ me fuck this shit  expect a lot of words     keep reading fucked up all the mentions im sorry ;( just scroll to the bottom

1. First BTS song? DNA but yo when i was in my active yt phase (2015-) i think i watched fine bros ent and they showed kpop mvs to random ppl and i think (i only realized it months later) they showed bst mv and at those times i was wow those kpop dudes r so extra with mvs like this dlfsjkljkfdhf also i think somewhere on 9gag i saw a lil clip of fire mv and i remembered joons verse just visuals and the rythm or melody or idk this is how i didnt know who r bts but i remembered that dudes (joon) face so yeah idk how to feel

2. First bias? as i just whined in the tags in previous posts it was taehyung

3. Current bias? ot7 biased i had sth clicking in me with every member but ofc sometimes i have moods related to a certain member :)

4. Put the members in order of your bias list: nO idk how am i supposed to choose 

5. Favorite BTS song? well fuck u too let me know rain serendipity pied piper dimple gogo trivia love singularity fake love tear anpanman love maze so what  black swan ugh jamais vu interlude shadow my time louder than bombs on 00:00 home mikrokosmos intro the most beautiful moment in life hold me tight autumn leaves run silver spoon save me epilogue young forever butterfly house of cards love is not over converse high outro propose where you from intro skool luv affair blood swear and tears lie mama awake lost begin cypher 4 intro boy meets evil spring day outro wings we are bulletproof pt 2 like outro circle room cypher dream glow who feat lauv no more dream ddaeng chicken noodle soup sea should i continue???????

6. Favorite underrated BTS song? i dont even know overrated songs?? if u can put it like this 

7. Favorite song of Wings? ................. no one is going to read all of this anyway but i mentioned some in 5th question fhahaha

8. Favorite songs of each LY Her, Tear, Answer? same here lmao yes im doing this on purpose who cares

9. Favorite music video?  ON Kinetic Manifesto Film : Come Prima i think cuz bruh the choreo this is what i love the most about mvs sdfhsdlkhsf 

10. Favorite dancer? out of dance line? uh THEY ALL DANCE IN SUCH DIFFERENT STYLES WTF ok so im a fan of hip hop so i really love hobis style but oh my god the way jungkook moves or does whatever??? im losing my shit?? jimin hello he made me love contemporary with black swan even tho i wasnt a fan of it taehyung BITCH SHOULD I EVEN START HE APPEARS ON STAGE AND U FEEL IT RIGHT AFTER

11. Favorite vocalist? should i reply like i did previously :/ ngl tho i prefer lower voices irl cuz they make me feels things but bro nah no way i can reply to this properly i keep listening to them i feeling their voices differently even in some new ways and im blown away fuck u 

12. Favorite rapper? f u c k  u  one thing im gonna say tho idk how but a lot of times whenever i hear hobis verses in majority of songs im like YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :OOOOOOOOOOOO IM LOVING THIS NOT NORMAL AMOUNT but should i start about their different flows or how much they experiment with it and how cool is that??? and how they feel themselves and how good they r at this??? nah fr fuck u -_- metaphorical ‘u’ 

13. Favorite hair color on each member? uh plz dont forget about my disclaimer namjoon-grape peachy platinum blonde, jin-blonde purple pink, yoongi-mint black blonde fake love era hair, hoseok-blonde fake love era hair chicken noodle soup hair longish hair esp during tear performances -_-, jimin-blonde black silver pink blue and honesly all those colours he had during lys tour????, taehyung-dna hair perm he has rn mint red peachy blue and also all that ly tour hair, jungkook-long hair blonde cherry all kinds of ombre he has rn dna era hair too and fake love hair and bst hair and i think there r more but i dont remember ;(

14. Favorite choreography? on black swan fake love bst boy with luv dionysus save me etc shOULD I MENTION THOSE DANCE BREAKS THEY HAD DURING AWARD SHOWS LOL

15. Favorite (bromance) ship? GOD I LOVE ALL THEIR BONDS SO MUCH ITS SO PRECIOUS AND SPECIAL my ults tho r taekook yoonminseok and namjin cuz i prefer it this way in fanfics but irl or how do i say it from all the content we get i love every bromance thingy they have tho????? LIKEEEE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND CARE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH I CAN TALK ABOUT IT FOR HOURS HOW MUCH ALL OF THEM MEAN TO EACH OTHER AND HOW MANY TAEJINYOONKOOKMINJOONVHOPEYOONSEOKJIHOPENAMGI2SEOKEVRYTHINGEVERPOSSIBLEETC THREADS I RETWEETED they melt my heart they really show how u r supposed to treat ur closest ppl u kno? they accepted each other and all those personal traits that seemed so weird and unfamiliar at first and they know each other so well and r so caring and loving and supportive but how do we do shit irl? bitch u piss me off real bad u better fuckk off or else- ofc im exaggerating but shit like this happens and its really time to rethink some shit and well i really learnt a lot 

thank u for u patience 

im tagging @darlingjoon @starry-tae @stargazingjin @crytaeby @cyphertaehyungie @brightlytae @vjimin @monojoons @jungkpop @jungkooksmoon @itseokjins @flowerbangtann @lucid-jjin @yoonshadow @agu5td @hosnack @jjkguk @hwagaemkt @utopiajeon @nemjyoon @sunshineggukie @mapofugh or whoever else wants or well sorry if u were tagged or did this already also u may read its pointless anyways so  yeah i hope u r having a good time day night week mood etc or if u dont plz do 

[durrzerker]

Taskmaster: The Line. Chapter 2: Babysitting

Hey everyone! As promised, I’m releasing a new Chapter of my Taskmaster fanfic every Tuesday. This week’s Chapter 2: Babysitting can be found at Archive of Our Own, but I’m also releasing it in text format below for those who don’t want to go to AO3:

Chapter 2: Babysitting.

The pouring rain was battering the roof of the toppled APC with enough force to echo loudly throughout the interior, but Taskmaster didn't even notice. His eyes never left the group of children huddled within, and when Black Ant started to speak, his voice was only a distant droning in his right ear. It took nearly ten seconds for the senior mercenary to snap himself out of his fugue, regarding his partner with something akin to shock.

"...Tasky--TASKY! Hey! Damn, buddy. We lose you for a second?" Black Ant looked confused, and Taskmaster couldn't blame him. In all their time working together, the size-shifter hadn't ever seen his former mentor so stunned. "What are we gonna do, man? We're in the middle of Bagalia's most dangerous district, and there's a bunch of brats stashed away?" Turning his head to the kids, Eric lifted a hand. "No offense, brats." Unsurprisingly, they didn't respond; they just kept regarding the pair with wide eyes and shaking bodies.

"Waterfall's dead, right? Not trying to...I dunno, crawl away or nothin'?" Taskmaster asked. There must have been something in his tone, because the normally snarky Eric actually took the time to peek around the back of the truck at their fallen enemy.

"Well, he's smoking and not moving. I'm gonna say yeah! Probably dead."

"...Gimme a sec. Watch the kids." Circling the vehicle until Jason's body came into sight, Tony reached down to his hip with his left hand. He didn't like guns; found them not particularly sporting, far too loud, and a little inflexible when it came to live captures. Right now, though, he was glad he had one as he drew it in a blur, emptying twelve shots into the body on the ground. Each bullet tore another piece out of the dead man, leaving him visibly riddled with holes and bleeding out by the time the skull-masked killer was finished. Reloading the gun, Tony seriously considered emptying another clip inside of him...but this was his last one, and you never knew what the day would hold. Reluctantly, he re-holstered the pistol and approached the APC again.

"Hey, kids...don't worry about those sounds. My partner's just working out his deeply repressed anger issues, you know? I promise--augh! AUGH! TASKY, HELP!" Eric's voice rang out in a panic.

Taskmaster broke into a run, nearly slipping on the wet road as he flung himself around the corner of the armored truck. "What is it, lil' buddy?! Reinforce--" Well, he was not prepared for what he saw. No sooner did Taskmaster return to Black Ant than he saw four of the five children they had just found jumping him, assaulting Eric with their small fists and feet. Eric was holding them off, flinging one away and shielding his face before lifting his knee to block another, but Taskmaster didn't need photographic reflexes to realize what was off here; these weren't normal kids. They were -trained-.

"What is that...is that fucking -Red Room-?" Taskmaster asked, shocked. One of the children, a mousy-looking girl who had to be maybe seven or eight, caught sight of Taskmaster. With a fearless howl of anger, she lunged at him, assaulting the mercenary with a kick that he immediately identified as the martial art of Savate. "Hey, watch it--" Taskmaster replied as he nudged his shield to intercept. She had good technique, but she was so small - and clearly starved - that there wasn't much power behind it.

"RED ROOM, BLUE ROOM, ONE FISH! TWO FISH! I DON'T CARE GET THEM OFF ME! I don't wanna hurt these kids, but I wanna be hurt by them even less!" With two of the children battering the red lenses of his mask and a third pummeling at his groin, Eric wasn't having a good time of it. To his credit, Tony could tell he wasn't actually fighting back, at least not seriously.

"Quit panicking and just grow, O'Grady!" Taskmaster barked to Black Ant. "They're already half yer size; make 'em even smaller! Or get small yerself...heh; talk to them on their level -- ow!" He winced as, while he was distracted, the girl who had been assaulting him punched him square in the stomach - right where Waterfalls had cracked a few of his ribs. "Hrgh...you lil' shit! I'm on YOUR side here!"

Glaring up at him, apparently suspicious but judging it worth exploring, the child stepped back and lifted a hand. She was apparently the leader of the group, because as soon as she did so, the others leaped off of O'Grady - who was now nearly ten feet tall and growing in an attempt to get them off him - and fell into line behind her. Even battered and all skin and bones, they looked intelligent, focused, and deadly; the 'wide-eyed terror' from before was gone; clearly nothing but an act. "Only five of you jumping us like weird little gremlins," Tony remarked. "Where's the sixth?"

The brown-haired girl jabbed a thumb over her shoulder towards the APC as Black Ant shrank back to normal. "Hurt in the crash, broken leg," she replied. "Your doing, I assume." Taskmaster didn't get a hint of a Russian accent, but those were pretty easy to hide for Red Room trainees. He'd have to ask if he wanted to know the truth. Rubbing at his ribs, he tested the damage with a series of small pokes. One definitely broken, another cracked; the rest just felt extremely bruised.

"Yeah, it was. Sorry; we didn't know they were transporting...live cargo." Just the words made him feel sick to his stomach, but even worse was the fact he knew that he'd considered using a bigger arrow for this task. What if he'd pulled a wide-band particle explosive, like that one he'd used years ago when dealing with The Thing? He could have killed them. He could have killed all of them. Would that have bothered him? The fact he legitimately didn't know certainly did.

"...Look, you kids are clearly trained to fight. You mind explaining the situation? I happen to be SHERIFF 'round these here parts--" Using his sword, he tapped at his badge. They couldn't see it, but he was smiling with genuine pride behind his mask. Then again, the skull face he wore did have a strange flexibility to it; at times it really did seem to reflect his expressions beneath. He chalked it up to good craftsmanship.

"--Oh my god," Eric interjected.

"--And I consider it my responsibility - no, my PRIVILEGE - to aid you in these dark and troubled times."

"I will tell you nothing. You are The Taskmaster," the girl said, jabbing a thumb behind her. "And that is The Black Ant. Gun-thugs for hire, loyal to nothing and nobody."

"Hey, we're famous!" Eric chirped, planting his hands proudly on his hips.

"...And you are to be TRUSTED with nothing and nobody, least of all my people. Get out of our way. We will escape on our own." Snorting authoritatively, the girl started back towards the APC. "Akeja! Load Sven up for transportation, fireman's carry." A slightly larger girl with half-ruined braids climbed into the vehicle, grabbing the wounded boy inside. "Got it, Commander!"

Exchanging a look, the two mercenaries watched the children methodically address their wounded comrade. "God, it's like an Oompa Loompa war film," Black Ant mused.

"Yeah, wait - that girl, Akeja," Taskmaster commented. "That was a Wakandan accent. Now I -really- gotta know what's going on."

"Better figure it out quick, they're leaving."

"To hell they are." Taskmaster set out to block the path of the children, who unanimously regarded him with threatening looks; even little Sven, blonde and blue-eyed, hanging across Akeja's shoulders like a limp weight.

"Look; I get it. You don't trust us, and I don't blame you. But if you know who we are, you know -where- we are. This is Bagalia; you can't go two blocks without stumbling onto supervillains, and they aren't even the worst people in this town. You think whoever was paying Waterfalls to transport you is going to let this go? He was high-end muscle; you all represent a significant investment."

"And you want to collect on us yourself," their 'Commander' responded. "You'll have to kill us all! We're NOT going back! Not for anything!" Her voice, which had made such an attempt at cool arrogance only a minute ago, was starting to break. She looked and sounded legitimately scared, and with Taskmaster's ability to read body language, he could tell that as she tensed up, she wasn't preparing to attack; she was trying to keep from collapsing.

Taskmaster greatly preferred to speak off the cuff. He had an extremely poor memory and he didn't like to come off rehearsed, but right now, he felt the rare need to choose his words carefully. He didn't bother squatting down in front of the kids; it felt disingenuous, plus he was pretty sure they were still thinking of jumping him and he didn't want to be off-balance. But he DID place his sword back at his belt; he'd just been using to to show off his badge anyways. "Look, I get it." He could do this. He could, just this once, actually take this seriously. "Yer wounded, tired, hungry, and scared -- don't gimme that look, there's no shame in it -- Ya been through a lot, and now you got someone who's famous for doing anything for money extending a helping hand. It ain't right, is it? Havin' to try and figure out what to do, not just for yourself, but your people? Being a leader sucks; trust me, I've been there. But I ain't asking you to follow me through the mean streets of Bagalia and hide out at my safehouse so I can turn ya over to someone else, alright? Wherever you six are from, whatever happened to bring you here; I wanna fix it. I -do- take my duties as Sheriff seriously, even if ya might not think I should. Just because this place has no laws don't mean it can't have -ethics-."

The children regarded him for a moment, then turned to their commander; then, they all turned inwards to whisper to each other in a language that even Taskmaster didn't recognize, and he spoke almost a dozen himself. There were hints of African, Chinese, Russian, and South American dialogues - but it all fused together into something that he suspected only these six kids could understand. This was -their- tongue. While they conversed, Taskmaster glanced up to check the skies. All grey, and the rain wasn't letting up. This was unpleasant, but it was also useful. Rain was easier to hide in.

So easy, in fact, someone else was doing it too. If not for the fact he was cycling his mask's thermal imaging systems out of sheer habit, he would have missed it. Next block over, in a sedan that had parked around the corner. Interesting.

Finally, their leader turned back to him. "...I am Mara," she said after a moment, "And we are the Scions; refugees from programs all over the world that exploit children as soldiers and killers. I will not explain more in public like this, but as you can likely surmise, we are highly sought after by the respective organizations that are pursuing us. We are placing our trust in you - however unwisely - at least until we can escape Bagalia. Will you help us, Taskmaster?"

"I will, but I'm gonna need some help. I gotta contact The Hub. They'll have an idea for how to do this quietly. Wait...Wakanda's training child soldiers?" He asked.

Akeja stiffened. "How DARE you! Of course not; I was stolen away from my home!"

"Yeah, yeah, just checking."

Mouthpiece and organizer for The Org, the mysterious criminal organization that facilitated mercenary work worldwide, The Hub served in many ways as Taskmaster's handler. The enigmatic woman was nothing more than a voice on the other end of the earpiece he was always wearing inside of his mask, the only number he always kept in his phone, and yet he trusted her more than anyone else alive. Even Tony wasn't sure why; she just...made him feel something, and he'd learned long ago to trust his gut.

"This...Hub can be trusted too?" Mara asked warily. "Will they not sell us out to other mercenaries?"

"No, no, Hub is good people. Promise. Come on, let's get out of this fucking rain while I call her." He ushered the children to follow him, but when Black Ant began to join them, Taskmaster intercepted him. "Eric, I got another job for you."

"What? You're cutting me out, old man?!" Black Ant threw his hands up. "You better not be about to sell these kids behind my back. I put up with a lot from you, but -- OW!" He doubled over as Taskmaster socked him in the gut. "You son of a..."

"Shut up," Tony hissed, leaning down. "Someone's watching us, two streets over. Probably backup for Waterfall's crew. I'm gonna hit you again, like I'm screwing you over here; I need you to go down. After we leave, they'll come to try and collect you. Surprise them and figure out who they're working for."

"...Okay, but you owe me for this."

"Yeah, sure."

"I mean it, you 'new car' owe me for this!" Eric whispered before collapsing as Taskmaster kneed him savagely in the stomach. "Too...real."

"Thanks, little buddy." Taskmaster turned and pursued the children with that, joining them as they ran into a nearby alleyway. It was still pouring, but the awnings of the adjacent buildings meant that the soaked kids were at least not still getting rained on. Taking the lead, Taskmaster crossed the alley and pointed at a large, black building a few blocks away. "We're heading there. Used to be Zemo's mansion before Punisher ran him out of town. Hub will likely want us to meet her people there to get you extracted."

"Fine," Mara replied. Taskmaster pressed a button on his phone, a 'hotdial' for The Org that connected to his mask. In the distance, he could hear the car approaching where he'd left Black Ant. He hoped he hadn't put Eric up against someone who was too much for him. Waterfall had been no joke, despite the name.

"Taskmaster," came the familiar female voice. Immediately, he relaxed despite the situation. She just had that effect on him. "Looking for work? Things are a bit slow right now, but for my best operative, I always--"

"--Sorry to cut ya off, Hub, but I'm actually already busy. I need an extraction." He felt weirdly guilty interrupting her.

"An extraction from Bagalia? I'm surprised anyone could drive you out of that hive."

"It's not for me. There's some...kids. Bunch of them."

"Oh, no, Tony," The Hub replied. "You didn't have anything to do with this, did you? Are your memories acting up?"

"What? No! NO!" He barked, offended. "I -saved- them! Jeez! You know I don't take work without running it by you. And I didn't -- look, don't worry about it. It's related to the King Shark gig. They were the...'cargo' he was overhearing." Wait. Did she just call him Tony? They never used names.

There was a pause, the kind he never expected. As professional as she was, The Hub almost never hesitated. "...Okay. I'll look into it, and I'm sending someone. Get them to Zemo's old helipad...stay safe, Taskmaster."

"Yeah, already on the way. Thanks." Cutting the call, Taskmaster glanced back over his shoulder to the children. "Alright, let's go back out. Try to move, but not -too- fast. That damned Hydro Man wannabe busted up my ribs somethin' fie--er...hi."

The children had already scattered, fleeing back towards the street. They were hiding behind another figure who'd just appeared, a small woman who nonetheless had the strength to hurl an unconscious Black Ant at Tony's feet.

"I knew you were low, Taskmaster...but this is bad, even for you."

Laura Kinney, the Wolverine, was blocking the only way back out of the alleyway, and wearing an expression of complete disgust.

[shorties-unite]

THORRRRR

Idk man I kinda just fell into my TS phase again and discovered this sick band curtesy of the November playlist so my brain decided it wanted to write a thing about a song and I kinda just fell in a hole and now here we are. 

I literally haven’t written any type of fanfic thing since cringe 5sos one shots in 2014 (and haven’t let my writing in general be seen by really anyone since then) so like please be nice I'm sensitive lmao. 

Also just go listen to thor by push baby okay it’s a 10/10 recommended by Thomas himself and is basically how this drivel managed to escape my brain. ON TO THE STORY.

Summary/Warnings: The boys go for a quiet lil night out together and run into an ex of Roman’s, Virgil thinks about it a lot (mentions of alcohol/intoxication, negative thought spirals/self worth. Basically just a lot of Virgil being a poor lil anxious baby) 

Word Count: 1388

He looked like Thor.

The thought echoed through Virgil’s head as they walked along the grey footpath, one arm slung over the shoulder’s of Roman’s orange jacket as he leaned against him for balance, one foot placed carefully in front of another. His other hand gripped the single, dark red rose wrapped in clear plastic. He was quiet as the thought bounced around inside his head. Quiet, partly because he had to focus incredibly hard to keep his feet moving in a straight line, partly because he was worried his lowered inhibitions would lead him to blurt out something. Something other than some witty, sarcastic remark. Something real. Something he might regret. So instead the majority of his current mental processing power was contributing to overthinking into keeping his mouth shut.

Roman had noticed. The few attempts at light conversation had quickly fizzled out moments after they had begun, leaving him just about carrying his insanely intoxicated boy home in silence. He didn’t mind too much. He knew that Virgil liked to keep people at a distance, felt that some of his thoughts should be just for him. He knew they weren’t close enough yet to expect any and all of Virgil’s inner monologue to be announced to him. It was clear to him that whatever was on Virgil’s mind was something he wasn’t yet prepared to share.

He Looked like Thor.

Broad, and shoulders wrapped in a t-shirt that was just tight enough to show off his incredible physique. Rippling pectorals and probably abs and sleeves that capped in exactly the right spot to make the man's biceps appear larger than they already were. Long, unkempt blonde hair pulled back with a single hair tie that looks so effortless but also perfectly calculated. Eyes so blue it was like staring into an aquamarine, or the ocean on a particularly beautiful summer day, down to the glint appeared when his face lit up in a smile. He spoke with a smooth kind of confidence, and seemed to literally set the room aglow with his mere presence. He even had an accent.

Perhaps Virgil would have been able to ignore it all. Let himself be swept up in his own little moment. Had the perfect stranger's eyes not lit up as he scanned the room and stopped at them. Had he not approached, calling for Roman, his Roman (his Roman..?). Had his name not been something as epic and handsome as Brad. Had Roman not reacted so pleasantly, Wrapping him in a warm hug in greeting and asking and saying all the things you were expected too a little too enthusiastically, “It’s been so long!!” “what’s been going on!!’ and the like. Had he not been so polite in introducing himself. Had he not been introduced as Roman’s ex.

Every part of Virgil’s inside had spent the length of time after that squeezing itself smaller and smaller inside of him, Desperately trying to eat away at itself until he was nothing more than a cloud of mist that wasn’t really there. The surface of his face was beginning to numb and he couldn’t tell if it was the bite of the cold wind or the sheer amount of alcohol pumping its way around his blood vessel. His whole body shook, sending vibrations along his companion's shoulders.

Roman glanced up at the freezing boy, suddenly realising he was only covered by his jeans which were torn out at the knees and a worn-in dark grey shirt. He must have forgotten to pick up his jacket as they had left that cramped bar, he was in quite a state after all.

They stopped, and Roman pulled one arm out of his own, bright orange puffer jacket, attempting to offer it to Virgil. “You’re freezing. Here,”. Virgil shook his head, chin lolling against the prince's shoulder, “noo..”, he murmured. “Virgil, you’re literally shaking,”

“ishhh not blaack..” he managed to slur back and Roman huffed. Typical hot topic, so stubborn he was prepared to risk hypothermia for his dark brooding appearance. He shrugged Virgil’s arm higher over his shoulder and they continued there trek, Virgil violently shivering the whole way.

They stopped outside a brightly lit apartment complex, and Roman fumbled in his pocket for the key to the front entrance. “Hey,” Virgil mumbled, peeking out from underneath his purple-tipped bangs, “this isn’t home,’.

“Of course not, you’re place is far out of our way, it’s late and if you stay out here for another minute you’re actually going to get frostbite,” he finally managed to find the right key, pushing into the lock and dragging the other by the arm into the warm interior of the complex and up the stairs. “You can stay here tonight, I don’t mind. It’s not like you’ll make it much further anyway and its better than sleeping in the street somewhere,”.

Roman dragged him through the complex to his apartment, immediately insisting Virgil us his bathroom to shower and warm up. It took several moments of leaning against the door and staring into nothingness until Virgil managed to stop the spin of the room enough to feel comfortable standing on his own, let alone walking. Moments later he found himself seated, back against the tiled wall, warm water showering over him, rushing through his hair and down his face, ending at a steady stream the dripped off the point of his nose. His eyes shut tight both because the bright white colour of the bathroom was too much for his tired, bloodshot eyes and in an attempt to stop the tears that he had only just become aware of.

He’d only had a brief moment to examine himself in the mirror but it was more than enough. He knew what he looked like. Pale and thin, only just to the point that he occasionally was asked if he was eating enough by strangers when (if) he went out in public. The bright shade of purple that sat in tufts atop his head was really the only thing of interest about him. So bright and yet he could still manage to blend into the background so easily. Without it, would he even be there at all?

And then there was Roman. Lovely, sweet, gorgeous kind Roman. Roman who with a second of eye contact could make you feel like the only person in the world. Frame sculpted as if he had been plucked straight from a comic book. Unnaturally naturally white teeth and eyes that actually sparkled and a jawline that could cut through diamond Roman. Men and woman alike actually swooned if he simply smiled in their direction, the way that they did when Brad had entered the bar. Roman, who felt to Virgil as if a piece of sunshine itself had been moulded into a perfectly handsome, perfectly chivalrous, perfectly perfect boy.

Slowly, Virgil found his way out of the warm water of the shower, into a fluffy white towel and then a spare pair of tracksuit pants and a t-shirt Roman had so kindly left on the bathroom counter for him. He had mostly got his physical bearings back as he unlocked and pushed opened the door and found his way to a comfortable position perched in Roman’s bed, however, his head was most definitely still reeling.

He could feel Roman watching him from the swivelly chair that sat next to his desk. He was scribbling something in one of his many notebooks, a clear look of concern on his face. “You feeling better buddy?”. he asks softly. A half-hearted glance vaguely in his direction but no real response. “Virge?” A slight nod and a humming sound was all he could manage, not even able to meet Romans concerned gaze, even from underneath the protection of damp bangs.

Even though Virgil was only himself, Roman was still like this. So worried, concerned, caring, kind, whatever it was, everything he was. He was all of that and more and here he was, making sure Virgil was okay just for the sake of it

. He deserves so much more. Virgil’s mind wandered further into the thoughts as he drifted off. He deserves everything. Why would he choose me over Thor? Why would he want me over anyone? He could do so much better than me.

[a-damson-in-distress]

Havoc - Chapter 2

Pairing: SasuSaku

Plot:  Sasuke knew people were still afraid of the club and especially of its Sergeant at Arms – and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had been untouchable then and still was now. Indeed, there was nothing and no one in this world that Sasuke Uchiha feared. Except Sakura fucking Haruno. Biker AU.

Note: So hi everybody, I’m also continuing my SasuSaku fanfic after it’s been pronounced dead by my year-long absence *coughs awkwardly* sorry about that. Anyway, I really hope you like the new chapter. I’ve got a few great ideas for this story and depending on your responses, I might just try and finish it. So please let me know if you liked it and if you want me to continue it. My main story is still going to be From Dusk Till Dawn (MadaSaku, check it out if you’re into that pairing too), so Havoc will remain a side project for now, unless you convince me otherwise ;) Enjoy!

PS: If you want to read the first chapter, or maybe read it again, because it’s been ages since this story has been posted and you probably forgot what’s going on, you’re going to have to scroll through my blog to get to it. Unfortunately, I can’t post a link to it here, because this way this chapter doesn’t show up under any of the tags. So I had to take out the link to even make this post visible to you guys. Really sorry about that, if anybody knows how to bypass this shit (because it happened to my FDTD chapter, too), I’d be happy if you could help me. :)

Sasuke watched her deliciously bend over the pool table, left hand steadying the cue and right arm drawn back to aim for the white ball. He had to supress a groan threatening to escape his throat at the sight of her tight black jeans stretching over her ass.

God have mercy on him, that woman was still a fine piece of machinery.

He knew he wasn’t the only bastard here ogling the President’s daughter, but at least he had the decency to be subtle about it. Letting his gaze roam around the dimly-lit and packed room of his favourite biker bar, he noticed with a growing rage the many dirty looks and even dirtier gestures thrown her way. Moose’s was not only frequented by the Havoc, but by bikers from other MCs from the region as well. Bikers, who didn’t know about the Havoc’s well-guarded secret in the form of a very enticing, very off-limits pink-haired bombshell. Bikers, who weren’t familiar with the feeling of Sasuke’s foot up their asses – something he was gleefully looking forward to doing should those fuckers not stop drooling like some teenage boys who discovered their dicks for the first time.

Taking a sip of his beer in a feeble attempt to calm his nerves, he watched Sakura throw her head back in laughter at something funny Ino said. As she was rising from her bent-over position, her tiny tank top rose as well, exposing her taut bare midriff. She had borrowed one of her friend’s Black Sabbath tops, because she didn’t want to stick out with her fancy white cashmere turtleneck sweater in a run-down biker bar where one half is clad in dark leather and the other half is basically not clad at all. He would have laughed at the image she was presenting – a delicate, graceful princess in a Black Sabbath shirt – were it not for the fact that he knew Sakura was a die-hard Rock fan.

And by God, she was every bit his dream girl now as she was at seventeen.

Right after she rained down on her dad and him to properly tear the both of them a new one a few hours ago, they convened an emergency church to deal with the clusterfuck one of their latest prospects had dug the club into. As it turned out, the little fucker thought it would be a sneaky idea to hide the small bags of drugs between book pages in Konoha’s smallest, most inconspicuous book shop, tell his customers which books to look out for, and earn some cash on the side that way that nobody would ever have found out about. Were it not for the fact that that tiny little book shop belonged to the President’s daughter, who immediately went and re-introduced the Havoc’s Sergeant at Arms to the soft feeling of her hand slapping the everloving shit out of him.

Despite the fact that the boss tried his best to calm her down and reassure her the club would take care of everything, Sakura stuck around. She made it more than clear that she didn’t trust Sasuke with this matter, especially since she was personally involved. She wanted to make sure there were consequences. So Kakashi invited her to stay for the night and catch up with some old friends before dealing with the poor bastard.

Fast forward a few hours and you had a royally pissed off Sasuke sitting at Moose’s staring daggers into the bikers ogling Sakura’s fine ass. “Bro, you grip that beer bottle any tighter and it’ll burst into a hundred pieces. Pretty sure you don’t want an injured hand for the things you’re gonna do tonight.” Sasuke noticed a shock of blonde hair enter his field of vision and his annoyance immediately went up a notch. “Please, I could beat the crap out of that lil cockroach even when I’m drunk off my ass and with my hands tied behind my back.”

“Probably. But you should still loosen that death grip. Might make some people wonder what makes you so angry,” Naruto cautioned while shooting him a pointed look.

“Drop it,” Sasuke growled threateningly.

Naruto sighed in frustration and leaned back. “Look, man, I know you’ve got history with her and everything, but you gotta stop acting like some brooding love-sick puppy who’s still hung up on his ex-girlfriend if you –“

“She was never my girlfriend.”

“Whatever, dude. My point is, if you really wanna make it up to her, then you’ve gotta stop sulking in the shadows, wondering from afar what could have been. This is your chance, man! She always stays away from the club, but now she’s here, and you have the chance to talk to her and sort that shit out between you two.”

Naruto watched his best friend drop his gaze from the woman in question to the beer bottle in his hand.  This had always been Sasuke’s reaction to all things Sakura: silence. Ever since shit had hit the fan between the two seven years ago, the raven-haired biker refused to talk about the brief time he spent with her. The few times they had seen each other in between, there was nothing but reserved silence and awkward glances.

Naruto sometimes couldn’t believe how utterly dumb his best friend was. Sasuke was incredibly fearless and one of the meanest motherfuckers he had ever met. But when it came to Sakura, his guilty conscience left him a pathetic heap of surly misery. It was sad to watch, really.

“Look, Sasuke… I have no fucking clue what exactly went down between you two, but it’s been eating at you for seven fucking years. Whenever you see her, you become this… this sad little… blob of… I don’t know man, sadness I guess and –“

“You sure have a way with words.”

“It’s just so pathetic, bro. I mean, I can clearly see your eyes tearing up, your nose is getting all red and snotty and –“

“Is that supposed to cheer me up now?”

“Ugh, it’s nasty. And when you start crying, you make all these miserable little noises and –“

“Naruto.”

“You know, snot everywhere.“

“That’s enough.”

“Just… disgusting, really.”

Naruto mentally patted himself on the shoulder when he saw the tiniest hint of a smirk on Sasuke’s otherwise sullen face. Pleased with his execution of a manly encouragement that consisted of straight-up insulting his best friend in order to cheer him up, he leaned forward again, so only Sasuke could hear him.

“Jokes aside, man, I know this shit between you two has been weighin’ on ya. And you think you’re doing the both of you a favour by staying away from her, but you’re not, because it’s obvious that she’s got as much unfinished business with you as you’ve got with her. Otherwise she wouldn’t hold a grudge. You gotta clear the air at some point, because she’s fucking family and you don’t ignore family. So you might as well do it now.”

Naruto took a hold of his beer bottle and moved out of the booth. Before turning to the bar, he slapped his right hand on his best friend’s left shoulder. “But you know, that’s just my two cents. What do I know about love and relationships? I’ve only been happily married for five years now.”

Sasuke just grunted in response and lifted his bottle to his lips to take another sip. He let his eyes find Sakura again and mulled over what Naruto said. He might have been right about a few things. He was definitely right about them finally needing to stop dancing around each other and sit down and have a proper heart-to-heart.

But there was one thing Naruto was without a doubt wrong about: there was absolutely nothing about his clusterfuck of a relationship with Sakura that had anything to do with love.

Instead, it had everything to do with the fact that he had smashed her heart to smithereens on the night of her eighteenth birthday and effectively shut the door on any romance they might have had a shot at, sealing it with a hundred padlocks and nailing it down with wooden boards for good measure.

“He’s been staring at you all night.”

Sakura couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the blonde. She moved around the pool table to determine the angle of her next shot, when she heard Ino’s voice right next to her ear.

“Come on, you know he still has the hots for you, right?”

“Bullshit he still has the hots for me!”

“Aha!” Sakura found herself at the other end of Ino’s accusing finger pointed directly at her face. “I knew that would get your attention. You like thinking Sasuke’s still into you, don’t you?” Sakura resisted the urge to swipe off Ino’s perfectly made eyebrows that were wiggling so hard they were threatening to shoot out of her face.

“Don’t be ridiculous, that has got nothing to do with it. I just find it absurd that the big, bad, cold-hearted Sasuke Uchiha would still think about something that happened seven fucking years ago.”

Ino cocked her head to the side and looked at Sakura with a knowing smile. “But you still think about it.”

Sakura’s shoulders slumped as she exhaled in annoyance. “I’m not talking about it, alright?”

“Look, forehead, I know what he did was terrible, but I also know Sasuke and I know that he’s actually a pretty good guy beneath all that brooding Batman bullshit. I genuinely think that he regrets what he did back then. I mean, he did try to confront you about it several times, but you were the one who shut him down. Why don’t you just let him say what he has to say, let him apologise, and then move on. You might pretend like you’re over that whole thing, but I know what you really want is some closure.”

Sakura sighed in frustration and blew a hair out of her face. She was just about to throw some witty remark back at Ino, when she noticed several bikers move through the crowd at Moose’s. The Havocs were leaving, which was her cue to do the same.

She felt Ino’s hands grab her shoulders and turn Sakura towards her. “Just think about it, alright? You’ll be here for the whole weekend, so this would be the perfect opportunity to finally get this shit over with, which I know is what you actually wanna do instead of ogle his rock-hard abs when you think I’m not looking. Yeah, don’t roll your eyes at me, missy, don’t think I don’t notice these things. Now you go and have fun tonight. But don’t rough him up too bad.”

With a secretive wink, Ino headed for the bar, leaving Sakura alone at the pool table. Just as she was about to turn around and head for the exit herself, she was met with the sight of a seriously pissed off Sasuke who fixed his determined gaze on her.

She watched the muscles in his upper arm flex enticingly as he raised his right hand to his lips to take the cigarette out of his mouth. The smoke was floating out of his inviting lips as they moved to form words that barely reached her sex-starved brain. All Sakura heard was his rumbling growl.

“It’s time.”

The cold air outside of Moose’s did little to clear Sasuke’s head. He was still on the fence about if and how he should approach Sakura. But he’d have to postpone wracking his brain, because the Havocs were gearing up to take care of that lil dipshit who dared to cross the President’s daughter.

“Where’s daddy?”

He whipped his head around to see Sakura trailing right behind him, zipping up that tiny little leather jacket he couldn’t believe still fit her curves.

“Waiting for us at the warehouse.”

The rumbling of his brothers’ Harleys enveloped them as Sasuke watched some of them leave Moose’s lot. He headed for his V-Rod Muscle and grabbed his jet-black helmet with the name of his bike – War Hog – spray painted on the back in silver and scarlet letters. He was just about to put it on when he felt a presence behind him and turned around, only to be met with the sight of a very annoyed Sakura looking up at him expectantly.

“You ridin’ with me?”

His eyes noted the rise of her perfectly sculpted eyebrow before she spoke, “You got a problem with that?”

There it was again, that feeling of unease that spread in his stomach whenever she pinned him with that scrutinising gaze of hers. “No, just figured you’d rather ride with Naruto. Or anybody else, for that matter.”

“Well the others are already gone, and Naruto said he needed the extra space to secure his bag of torture instruments or whatever.”

Sasuke immediately knew that was bullshit, there was no bag on the back of Naruto’s bike. The Havocs weren’t going to torture the poor bastard. It was just going to be a little slap on the wrist, really.

“Alright, you’re riding with me. Here, put this on,” he grumbled while handing her his helmet and reaching for his spare one.

Sakura looked at the round object in her hands as if it just sprouted a head and started talking to her. At the sight of her disgusted look, Sasuke let out an exasperated sigh. “What, woman?”

“You’re giving me the helmet that has the word hog spray painted on it in big fat letters? Real tactful, Sasuke.”

He couldn’t supress the smirk that was dangling on the edge of his lips. “I can recall a few even naughtier words I used to call you.” His smirk widened when he saw a faint blush taint her cheeks. Sakura scoffed and rolled her eyes in an overly dramatic fashion. “Oh yeah, now that I think about it, I remember you doing that eye rolling thing a lot, too. Only they usually rolled into the back of your head whenever I –“

“Okay, thank you, that’s enough. I’m putting on the helmet now, I can’t hear you.”

A triumphant grin graced his features at the sight of his dream girl wearing his helmet.

“Good girl.”

Sasuke ignored the look Sakura was shooting him, put on his spare helmet while straddling his bike and waited for Sakura to do the same. When he felt her soft curves press against his back and her arms circle around his waist, he let War Hog roar to life.

He turned his head slightly, so she could hear him better over the rumbling of his engine and asked, “You ready?”

She nodded in confirmation. “Hit the road, Sergeant.”

Sasuke took her left hand into his own, pulled her arm tighter around his torso, and gave her a little squeeze. “You hold on tight, sweetheart.”

He could still hear her scoff behind him. “I was practically raised on a bike, I’ll be fine. This is no big deal.”

Lowering the visor on both their helmets, Sasuke took off and left Moose’s parking lot. The cool breeze around him and the low rumbling beneath him he felt whenever he rode his bike always had a calming influence on his often raging mind. This time, it was different though. This time, he had Sakura pressed against his back again for the first time in seven years.

And even though she might have claimed riding with him was no big deal, her tight grip on his waist and the way she leaned her head against his shoulders told him a different story.

[lizzylunawizardessfanfics]

My Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Vain/Lizzy Luna

Warning: Angstish & Some spoilers for those who haven’t read/watch Hugo’s Route

It was a beautiful flower field in the woods as I was walking with Lizzy hand in hand enjoying the afternoon as it was nice as she looked so beautiful in her dress that was almost pure white with a soft tint of blue along with her usual flower she wore in her hair. The two of us stopped walking as I looked over to her with a light smile as I didn’t have my mask on. “You know, I may have said this a thousand times but... You’re far more beautiful than any flower in this world,” I said while my free hand went up cupping the side of her face in it as I gazed into her baby blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. Smiling she leaned into my touch as her free hand overlapped mine. “As hearing that every time only makes me happier when it comes from you,” she said as it brought me joy to know she felt that way.

The environment was peaceful and lively, but soon it all suddenly changed to a more dreary feeling as suddenly her eyes widened as there was an arrow head that seemed to be made out of darkness sticking out of her chest as she started to fall forward which I swiftly caught her in my arms.

“Lizzy,” I shouted as I was quick to awaken from my slumber as I was sitting up while panting as I felt myself sweating while I looked over to where my girlfriend would usually be, but she wasn’t as I felt my chest tighten in pain as I clenched my hands gripping at the blankets. Why couldn’t I just have a peaceful dream about her, why was I to be reminded of the pain of not having her by my side.

Recalling the events that occurred four days ago was that Hugo and myself had gotten a lead about Felix’s whereabouts as Lizzy along with her prefect friends came along to assist us with finally putting an end to Felix’s plans... However in the end not only did he get away once again, but that stupid dragonkin hit her with a curse as now she was in an eternal sleep as why wasn’t I fast enough to protect her... I felt tears built up as I was trying to hold them back, but some started to fall as I gripped the blankets tighter as never in my life had I ever experienced such heart rendering pain, but that all changed when I met her and when she sneaked her way into my heart and showed me that there was so much more to life than what I was used to.

Just remembering turning around to see the arrow made of darkness flying through the air across the other side of the room as it was going right towards Lizzy and how I tried everything in my power to strike down the clones that got in my way but... It wasn’t good enough as I couldn’t get to her fast enough to prevent her from getting hurt, from her losing her soul. (Sound a lil familiar?) Soon I saw Mischa’s white fur as she came up to me while she frowned looking up to me as she said, “Another bad dream?” I shakily breathed before I reached out one hand to pet her head as ever since the incident I haven’t been able to sleep properly as... I don’t think I will be able to until I can finally break that curse. “If only I had stayed closer to her.. I could of protect her... She’d be right here next to me,” I said as I was once again blaming myself as I felt Mischa hit my hand with her paw. “You know as well as I do that she wouldn’t want you to say stuff like that and we will find him as we WILL make sure that we free her from the curse,” Mischa said as she wasn’t wrong and if Lizzy heard me she would of most likely scolded me.  

“You’re right... And I won’t stop until I made him pay in full for what crimes he’s committed,” I said getting out of bed as I started to get ready for another day as I will go visit Lizzy where she is currently resting like I have been everyday.

Of course it didn’t take me long to get where I was going as I came to the small open space in the woods as there was a pretty big tree as under that tree was a bed of flowers which laid my beloved girlfriend. Walking over I felt a lump form in my throat as it only felt all the more painful with every visit as the worst possibility comes to mind; what if she was to never wake up again even after the curse being broken though I will not allow myself to think such depressing thoughts. I made eye contact with her familiar Rufus as he now sat up barking as if greeting me as he’s been guarding the area though this part of the woods has been casted with a protection spell to ensure not just anyone could get to here. Kneeling down by her side I took off my mouth mask and looked down at her sleeping face as I brushed some of her bangs out of her face before cupping the side of her face with my gloved hand.

“Good morning... I wonder if you can hear me, it’s been rough these past few days... I miss you, I wish you’d wake up soon as I’d want nothing more than to be able to admire your beautiful eyes,” I spoke softly as even while talking there was no reaction as she didn’t twitch or shift in her sleep. With all the different color flowers around her truly made her appear to look like a princess right out of some of the old fairy tales our mother used to read to us when we were little.

After some time passing I decided I should get to work on gathering information on where Felix could possibly be or where he’s going as I leaned down giving her lips a small kiss before pulling away. “I’m heading out now my little vixen, but I shall return later to see you,” I said while putting my mask back on as I proceeded to stand up and disappearing to get to work.

The day went on as it wasn’t as a successful day that I would of liked it to be, but there were a few possible few clues but not strong enough to point us in the correct direction to hunt the dragonkin down and ending it all. The sky was slowly turning shades of oranges, pinks, and red as it was time I stopped and go visit Lizzy once again. Traveling to the location once again while on my way I stopped and got her a bouquet of her favorite flower, snapping dragons. I managed to get there without a problem as the scenery of the area looked different compared to when I came here this morning as it looked enchanting as the sky was becoming more shades of purples and blues along with the fading orangish pink color.

Upon my arrival there she was right where I left her this morning as once again Rufus as usual was close by. I walked over while holding the flowers in hand as taking my place right by her side I sat on the ground as I took off my face mask once again. “I’ve returned like I promised, I even brought you your favorite flowers,” I said placing the fresh flowers on her before taking one of her hands to hold in both of mine as I frowned as nothing had changed as there was still no sign of her waking up. “No one ever told me how badly it would hurt to lose someone so precious… Though I never thought I’d ever get so.. So attached to someone but you proved me wrong and though you’re not completely gone… Y-you feel so far away from me Lizzy,” I said as I gave her smaller hand a light squeeze as that feeling of sadness spread throughout my chest as I felt my eyes getting watery as I put her hand close to where my heart was. “I never thought about what I wanted in my future after saving everything from falling apart, but… I now know that I want in the future and what I want nothing more is to have you by my side as there’s… So many things with you that I want to see and experience,” I said as I felt my chest tighten more as a small uncontrollable sob came out as thankfully there was no one to witness me this weak.

Suddenly I heard footsteps as I quickly blinked my eyes though only one was visible as so much for having a quiet moment alone. “Oh hello there Vain it’s nice to see that you came by,”  shorter blonde they call Alfonse said giving a small smile as I let out a scoff. “Of course I came, I come when no one is around because I much rather like it better when no one is here to annoy me,” I said as I only tolerate these boys because they’re her friends as if they were anything less they would mean nothing to me. “Well too bad since we have just as much as a right to come visit her as you do,” the one known as Zeus loudly said as I particularly didn’t like him. I decided to just roll my eyes and turn my direction back to my sleeping girlfriend as I placed a small kiss on the back of her hand.

Her friends gathered around as they on the other side of her as for the most part they were silent but now and again they’d have small talk as I listened to the few stories they’d share about the things they’ve all done and the funny things Lizzy has done.

“Remember the one time she slam dunked a balloon filled with glitter pain on Klaus’ head, that was hilarious,” Zeus said as he laughed loudly as I then remembered one memory and smirked deciding I’d join in for a bit. “Or possibly the time Lizzy fought you in the yard and put you in a headlock (This is in reference of a friend’s fanfic),” I said smugly as watching that was pretty entertaining to see as Lizzy’s feisty personality was one of the reasons why I loved her so much. It seemed like Zeus glared at me as it looked like he had something to say but then back off as he proceeded to cross his arms over his chest and mumbling to himself as the others were laughing.

Soon footsteps could be heard as it seemed we all looked behind us to see it was my brother and Mischa as she walked over until she was by Lizzy as Mischa walked in a circle before lying down next to her head. “Seems like everyone is all here,” Caesar said with a smile as Hugo who usually was always straight faced was frowning as he walked over the all of us as when he looked me in the eye I had a sinking feeling. “I mean I figured this is where I’d find Vain though I wasn’t expecting to see the rest of you here… But I suppose it makes things easier,” Hugo said as he stood by on the other side as he bent over setting down a great masterwort flower before he stood up and stepped away from her. The group seemed confused as the one with the purple hair asked, “Makes what easier?” I held my breath as I was hoping it wasn’t what I think he was going to say and that it was possibly something else. “Unfortunately it’s time that we have to leave as we have a new mission to attend to,” my brother said as my heart dropped at his words as usually I was fine no matter the situation as missions always came first; however, this time I was torn because it meant I had to leave Lizzy here in this state as I didn’t want to leave her side, I wanted to be the first one she saw when she was to wake up from this terrible curse.

The emotional pain I was feeling was awful, but I also knew that hopefully along the way I will be able to set her free. I stayed silent as I felt eyes on me as with one hand I reached up to one of the gems that was hanging off of the red rope that was attached to my cloak as I broke it off as I gently placed it into her hand I was holding before closing her hand over the gem as I wanted her to have something of mine for in case she woke up while I was away, so she wouldn’t feel alone as I placed her enclosed hand back onto her abdomen area as saying goodbye isn’t easy. I gently brushed my hand against her cheek as I leaned down closer to her face so I could whisper to her even if she couldn’t actually hear me or get a response. “My beloved... Regretfully I must go away for a while, but know that I will return for you as I hope when I see you again you’ll be awake… Know that I love you deeply and that there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about you,” I said as I gave her a kiss on the forehead as when I pulled away I reached for her hair as I gently removed the flower that sat in her hair before starting to get up.

Thankfully those idiots were being quiet though a lot of them had a solemn look on their faces as I put my mask back on with one hand while I decide to place the flower in my own hair as taking this with me would make things a little bit easier for me as I’ll have this with me as this will be my reminder of what I’m fighting for. Mischa got up as she followed me as we walked over to Hugo as he looked to the group. “This is farewell for now,” Hugo said as he turned around and started to walk away as I glanced over to Lizzy one more time. “Don’t worry we’ll make sure to keep her safe, just make sure you come back when you’re all finished,” the one who turns into a pig said as he had a smile on his face as though I didn’t like them all that much, I would entrust her safety with them as I gave a simple nod before turning around myself and following my brother as the three of us teleported heading off to where we needed.

A few years had passed but it was finally all fixed as I was finally able to go see her again as I felt nervous as I making my way to the location wearing my casual clothes. Not only was it that our times had crossed but I was having high hopes that Lizzy would be awake or be waking up when I got there as since then I had worn her flower in my hair ever since I left that day. Thankfully things had not changed too much as it was easy to get where I needed to be as once I got there I froze where I stood in the middle of the opened area as there were more flowers growing around as there was the bed of flowers but… There was nobody laying there as this should mean a good thing but at the same time what if something bad happened or what if someone kidnapped her which I couldn’t help but feel my heart break a bit more as I dropped to my knees looking at the flowerbed my beloved once laid.

I was starting to lose myself in my thoughts but then a sudden voice that came from behind pulled me right back as I heard a familiar yet slightly different. “V-Vain… Is that… You,” the voice asked as I quickly turned to look behind me as my eyes widened though I still kept my other eye hidden under my bangs in surprise at the sight before me; it was Lizzy as she looked like she matured a bit more as she had on a short light raspberry colored dress with a flower crown with small flowers that were the same color to watch as her cotton candy blue hair had gotten longer. I got up and I felt myself smiling just being able to see her again as I felt joy just knowing she was awake again. “Of course it’s me, I told you I’d come back to you didn’t I,” I replied as I opened my arms now grinning as I watched her face brighten when she happily while which she started to run towards me which with a few strides she lept towards me as I then picked her up by her sides lifting her in the air before shortly after lowering her down as we hugged each other tightly as lord did it feel amazing to feel her close to me once again.

“I missed you so much,” She said as I felt her arms around me tighten as I couldn’t help but chuckle as I finally felt that weight off my shoulders be lifted as I pulled away to admire her face. “As you have no idea how much I’ve missed you… I’m glad that you’re awake though I wish I was there for when you woke up,” I said holding her in my arms as in the past she was beautiful then but she’s only grown more beautiful. “I know and.. I’m sorry I worried you so badly as now that everything is better now we can finally be together,” she said happily as I heard her sweet giggles as it was refreshing to hear her again as I cupped her face with one hand before leaning my face closer to hers and giving her lips a soft and short kiss. “Indeed as I vow that from now on, that I promise I will always be by your side as I will protect you no matter what my little vixen,” I said in a soft tone since our faces were so close as I was able to once again enjoy the view of her flustered cheeks as I grinned before kissing her lips once again as this kiss was long overdue. Though this is our happily ever after, the next chapter of our lives being together was just the beginning as I looked forward to seeing where life takes us next.

[spideyy-girl]

Speak Now - Bucky Barnes (AU)

Request: Do you do any song fics? If you do, could you please do a Bucky Barnes fanfic with Speak now or Angel with a shotgun with a college/roomate Bucky??

Summary: based on the song Speak Now by Taylor Swift (i suck at descriptions as you know so imma leave it at that just read it)

Warnings: lil bit of angst, wedding crashing, some fluffy at the end ;)

Word Count: 2769 (7.6 pages)

Date: September 26th, 2018

A/N: YES!! I DO TAKE SONG FIC REQUESTS. I actaully love them to be honest. SO feel free to send some. Sorry I haven’t been updating and thanks for being patient with me school just started a few weeks ago and that’s always shot haha yay. But I’m back on track! Hope you guys like (Also one of my older imagines but it’s not too bad I guess haha)

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

Bucky Barnes has been my best friend since sophomore year in high school. We met at Phys Ed, where I had surprisingly outrun him, which almost never happened. It was bound to be ever since. 

In recent years I had even begun to develop a crush on the long-haired man, well, at least it was at first just innocent. I didn’t even realise I was falling until I hit my head hard on the ground. What would cause such an awakening, you might ask? 

“He’s getting married,” Steve Rogers, our neighbour and Bucky’s roommate said, looking almost depressed about what should have been happy news. But how could anyone be happy? Especially with Carli Anne Johnson, the biggest princess bitch in town, in fact, maybe even the world. The bowl of ice cream you had in your hand was dropped out of pure shock, devastation, anger.

“H-h-he, w-what?” You asked, trying to contain yourself. You were never one to show any signs of weakness. “To that bitch?! I can’t even look at her without wanting to rip my eyeballs out. And he never even told me!” I started yelling, pulling at the strands of your Y/H/C hair. Steve nodded solemnly.

“I know, which is why I came here.” He said looking at you, grabbing your shoulders with his strong hands. “You can’t let him marry the wrong girl, we all know that it can’t be her he spends the rest of his life with, especially you.”

And that’s how I got here, about to crash my best friend’s wedding, and hopefully win him back. I couldn’t let him marry the wrong girl.

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid

Somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.

Steve helped me sneak inside the venue, Bucky had asked him to be his Best Man anyways. I see the giant hall at the end of the corridor, plastered in white ribbons, streamers, and other decoratives. There was an expensive looking velvet carpet with gold trimmings rolled down the aisle all the way up to the altar. I could see some of my fellow classmate’s and some of the football team, Bucky’s friends, sitting in the pews. On the other side of the grand hall, I could see the Johnson family, all dressed to the nine’s in beautiful pastel pinks, purples, blues, and yellows, while the men wore sharp black tuxes.

As I walk further down, I can hear screaming. I knew that voice. Actually, this yelling often occurred right in front of my face, targeted at me. Carli’s tan face would start to turn red, the colour not suiting very well with her perfectly curled platinum blonde hair and sparkling baby blue eyes. 

I peeked into the room to see the exact image I thought of playing out right in front of me. It was odd seeing it from a different angle. She was yelling at her little sister, Lizzy, who looked like a rose pink pastry. I felt awful for the young girl, to have such a monstrous being as a sibling. What did Bucky ever see in her? Sure, she was gorgeous, but that shouldn’t have mattered.

“Stop being such a little shit, Elizabeth. Last I recalled today was my special day, not yours. I’m the one getting married, not you!” Carli screamed at the quivering girl, her spit flying into her face, the fat tears rolling down her face slightly smudging her makeup. “Not like anyone would ever want to marry you anyways. You’re not even that pretty.”

“But Carls, all I asked for is if you could help me with my hair and makeup since I figured you're the expert at this.” Lizzy reasoned, trying her best to look strong and stop crying. “I just wanted to spend some time with you! I never see you anymore!”

“Thank God,” Carli mumbled, though it was still clear as to what she had said. “I don’t even know how I survived with you for, like, ten years. I’m happy I’m getting away from all you losers. Now, why don’t you go and fix yourself up, you look like a trainwreck.” She stomped off to the attached door to the dressing room when she finished.

This is surely not what you thought it would be

I lose myself in a daydream, where I stand and say

I drag my eyes away from the young teenager and continue onto my path towards the grand hall where the ceremony will be held. My mind didn’t even process what I was doing, where I was going, the events about to happen. My nerves started to crash over me like a raging tidal wave. I was walking in the open, not stopping to think if anyone had seen me or are about to. Then I felt a tight grip on my arm, pulling me into a small room on the side.

I was about to scream but I felt a rough hand cover my mouth, muffling the sound. Dread rippled through my body as my eyes widened and breath hitched.  Oh no, I thought to myself. Please don’t let it be him, please don’t let it be Bucky. 

The hand was lifted when they were sure I wasn’t going to screech at the top of my lungs and turned me around. Thank God, it was Steve. He looked a bit worried, and a bit terrified.

“You okay? You were sort of dozed off, walking around there.” He said, scanning you over. “ You’re lucky I caught you before someone else did. I just wanted to check if you remembered the plan.” I nodded, staying silent.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I said quietly, keeping my head down. “What if he really is happy with her? I would ruin his life.” Steve shook his head, shaking me.

“Have you seen him lately? A total mess, I’m telling you. Besides, I think he’s been dropping hints for a while now.” Steve encouraged me. “Why don’t we run through it?”

Don’t say yes, run away now

I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door

Don’t wait, or say a single vow

You need to hear me out, and they said Speak Now.

I went through a small speech I was supposed to give when I would barge in. I had so carefully written it to perfection, but now I could only remember bits and pieces. What was I thinking when I agreed to do this?!

I pretended as if Steve was Bucky and the crowd, but I couldn’t even say it in front of him, let alone like 500 other people. I told him where I planned to meet him if he did agree to run off with me, away from Carli, her stupid stuck up family, and apparently all the other troubles of the world.

I couldn’t let him say yes though. Although I would never admit it aloud, I realised the way Bucky had looked when she popped out of nowhere and stole him away from us for the rest of the day. If I let this ceremony go through, she’ll steal him away for the rest of our goddamn lives.

It’d hurt me too, seeing him run off with the girl he never loved. Not just because of my constantly growing feelings towards him, but that’s also the protective best friend side coming out of me. I couldn’t stand him not being happy, and living the rest of his sorry days with that thing.

Somewhere deep down, I hoped knew that it was supposed to be me up there in the flowing white gown and veil standing in front of him, a big smile adorned on my face as well as his. And he knew the exact same thing, pondering it just minutes before he got married off, but to the wrong girl.

Fun gestures are exchanged

And the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited be you lovely bride to be

I hear excited whispered conversations that are soon cut off by the earth-rattling sound of the giant organ playing. The tune of ‘Here Comes the Bride’ was smoothly played out, as the small voices were silenced. The tune sounded depressing as if it were a funeral instead of a wedding.

Everyone turned their head to the back of the room, where I was standing just moments ago. I had hopped behind a velvet curtain matching the roll of carpet down the aisle when I heard the first chord of the organ.

I got a good look at everyone’s faces who had attended. As it seemed, there were a lot more familiar faces than I had counted. Mostly everyone from our year, and even quite a few from the ones below and above us. Of course, I wasn’t one of those individuals. I hadn’t gotten an invitation.

I wasn’t even informed of the engagement. My best mate’s engagement.

I wondered then if she had forced him not to send an invitation to me, or if I had possibly even slipped their minds. It was almost 100% not the latter. Surely Bucky would’ve said something if he was free to say it. Right? 

I’m distracted by my thoughts as my eyes land on the said boy. His long black waves were gelled back, other than a thin strand that hung loosely at the side of his face. It looked much different than his usual ponytail. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with a black button up underneath and a black bowtie. He had white pants to match his blazer, and shiny black loafers adorned on his feet.

But the most different thing about his look was the stern look on his face. He looked almost emotionless, not happy but not angry or disappointed either, it was nothingness. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that side of him, his signature flashy grin was always plastered to his slightly chapped lips, it was always his best feature. Without it, he looked like a lost soul.

She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen

But I know you wish it was, you wish it was me

Don’t you?

Right on queue, I heard the clicking of her six-inch heels, like she needed to be any taller anyways. Although I despised her more now that I ever did for the whole time I’ve known her, I can’t not say that she looked absolutely stunning. Her long, lacy white wedding gown dragged behind her for what seemed like miles, held by two of her bridesmaids at the end. her veil was laced, with small white flowers on the headpiece. Her white heels laced up to her knees, also covered in little flowers and butterflies. 

Although she was the devil in human form, I do see the reasoning as to looking past her ugly personality and to her beautiful exterior. In fact, there were many people who would accept her for just that. But not Bucky. Not my Bucky.

I looked at him, back up near the altar, and although I could tell he thought she did look stunning, that he felt guilty. Like he was thinking the same as me, imagining my face, my body, my persona in that flowing dress, those high heels, behind that veil.

She stepped up to stand in front of him, like any other normal wedding, when I noticed that she held the exact same expression as her fiancée. The nothingness. And then, the ceremony commenced.

I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold your peace

There’s the silence there’s my last chance

I stand with shaking hands all eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you

“If there are any objections, speak now, or forever hold your peace,” the priest says as he stands between the couple. Bucky looks around the room, almost hopeful that someone would stand up, but no one. Not yet anyway.

I look down at my hands, sweaty and shaking. I wipe them off on my lovely Y/F/C dress, and lightly grasp the soft material. I look up to see Steve looking back at me expectantly.

“This is your last chance!” He mouthed at me before winking and turning back to the front as if nothing had happened. I took a deep breath, before standing up from my place.

“I object!” I stated loudly, everyone in the room freezes, before turning towards me. Every single pair of eyes stared me down, but I focused on only one thing, or more specifically, one person. James Buchanan Barnes. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you bitch!” Carli screamed, stomping her feet and her face turned redder than I’ve ever seen it before. “Get out of here! You weren’t invited! No one wants you here-”

“Shut up for once, will you?” Bucky snarled at her, but not breaking our eye contact. I could see the ghost of a smile starting to appear again.

“These two obviously aren’t now and never will be truly happy with each other, it just wasn't meant to be,” I said, as I slowly inched up the aisle. “And I’m here to make sure that Bucky Barnes doesn’t marry the wrong girl.”

“Thank God,” he mumbled with a slight laugh, only to get harshly hit in the stomach with a bouquet of flowers in the hands of Carli.

“What the hell are you talking about, baby? We’re perfect for each other, and everyone knows it.” She said after she dropped the flowers and started to rub his arm, only for him to shoo her off.

“Let’s be real here, Carls. It was never gonna happen, and it never should. You’ll find the perfect person for you one day, but let me tell you now that that person is definitely not me. Because me person is right here, in front of me. Y/N L/N.” Bucky said as he walked down the shallow steps towards you, his bright smile in full effect once again. I smiled back, feeling tears well up in my eyes. 

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

So don’t say yes run away now, I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the backdoor

Don’t wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said Speak Now

And you’ll say let’s run away now, I’ll meet you when I’m out of my tux at the backdoor

Baby I didn’t say my vows, so glad you were around when they said Speak Now

I met Bucky at the back of the church once he changed out of his suit and into his usual black jeans and a band tee. I quickly changed out of my dress as well. When he walked out he looked like he was glowing as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple. I smiled and cuddled into his side as we started walking away from the chaos.

“I’m so happy you showed up. I didn’t know if Steve had told you or not about it. I was sort of planning this.” He says as we got into my slightly worn down car. I started it up and drove out of the parking lot onto the abandoned narrow road.

“I’m happy I did too, wouldn’t want you marrying someone like her. Don’t know what you were thinking.” I laughed and he soon joined in, nodding his head in agreement. After the laughter died down there was a silence. It wasn’t awkward, just sort of there. “So, what happens now?” I ask, looking at him for a quick moment. He smirked, putting his arm on the back of my seat, squeezing my shoulder.

“We run away together, we can continue our education somewhere else. You know, live happily ever after.” He said in a mocking quirky voice. I giggled.

“Sounds like a plan.”

[tiggys-bitch]

Chapter One - Runaway Bride.

Oh my gosh !! Me and @papa-chibs are so so incredibly excited to share our lil baby with you!! 

Highway To Hell is actually a remake of a fanfic we wrote back in 2014. - we changed pretty much everything except the name and our faceclaims lmao. 

So sharing this with you is such a big deal to us!

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Babydoll and Lassie.

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The brunette stared through her teary blue eyes at the fullbody mirror. She had never looked so beautiful before... Or broken. Her long brown hair was draped over her shoulders in loose curls. Her makeup was the definition of perfection. And the dress. Oh the dress was the most beautiful and elegant dress she'd ever seen. So it should be, it cost her 12,750$. She really did look like a fairytale princess, but her prince definitely wasn't charming. So many thoughts and doubts were swimming around in her head. Was she doing the right thing? Did she really love him? Would she be able to deal with living her life like this just to make her mother happy? Did she really want to marry him? Letting out a whimper, Rissa carefully examined the fading bruises that littered her skin like leopard-print. She couldn't handle even thinking about having to spend the rest of her life being beaten and bruised by her soon-to-be husband let alone actually go through with it! Rissa let the tears she'd been holding back spill from her eyes. She couldn't hide anymore. She couldn't keep pretending that everything would be okay. This was not the life she wanted! No... This was not the life she deserved! The sound of a door opening ripped the bride from her thoughts. Rissa's head turned in direction of the noise fast enough it hurt. Her heart pounded and she could feel herself starting to panic. She had assumed it was her mother or her in-laws but lo and behold, it the one person in the whole world she trusted. Her best friend Roxxie.

There stood the tall strawberry blonde haired girl in a floral dress with a sympathetic smile on her lips. She knew exactly what Rissa was thinking, she'd known for a while and she came prepared. "I... I can't.." Rissa spoke but her voice was like a whisper. Roxxie walked over to her best friend and gave her the biggest embrace. Before Rissa knew it her legs gave way and she fell to her knees bringing Roxxie down with her. Roxxie wrapped her arms tightly around the woman as she completely broke down. She absolutely hated seeing Rissa like this, it broke her heart. But she was here and would support her best friend through anything. "It's okay baby, it's okay.. I got this... I got you." Roxxie whispered, brushing back her friend's hair. "The car is ready whenever you are, okay? I'll take care of everything." Despite hating to watch Rissa's heartbreak, Roxxie was so proud and glad that her friend was going to call off the wedding. She knew exactly what kind of man Elliot was, she'd known since she was a child. Roxxie didn't know about the physical abuse, but she knew that they would have very heated arguments. Both of the girls kept secrets about Elliot from each other, none of them wanting to relive or be honest about what had happened to them. "I need.. I need to get out of here." Rissa stuttered, standing up and smoothing down her dress. "I can't stay here.. I can't face him. I can't!" She could feel herself starting to panic again but Roxxie grabbed her face and stared her square in the eye. "I got you. Okay?" Roxxie reassured her, nodding her head. "The car is out front. It's ready to go whenever you are." Rissa's brows furrowed in confusion. "How did-" Roxxie cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "Ris, you're practically my sister, i know you better than you know yourself." Roxxie smiled at her friend before taking hold of her hand and leading her out of the big doors. The two girls ran through the hallway of the church hand in hand. Adrenaline rushing through their veins and high heeled shoes tapping loudly on the wooden floor. Rissa couldn't help but smile when seeing Roxxie's car parked directly outside the entrance to the church. She was finally going to be free! Free from Elliot, her mother, the abuse, everything! All thanks to Roxxie. She had no idea what she'd do without her. "Where are we gonna go?" Rissa asked her friend who was taking control of the situation. Roxxie quickly unlocked the car and the two of them hopped inside and put on their seatbelts. "I know a place. I'll explain on the way, but we gotta go now, okay?" The ignition came to life with a roar and Roxxie looked over to Rissa and raised her brows, as if to say 'are you sure you want to do this?' "Let's go." Rissa declared. And so, the car sped away from the church, their family and their home in Redding. -- 5 hours of driving and only 3 toilet stops later, the girls were finally at their destination, a town called Charming in California. Roxxie explained to Rissa about how before she came to live in Redding, she used to live in Charming with her uncle after her mother died. She kept out the part where her uncle was the President in an MC, she didn't want Rissa to freak out on their journey. Besides, she'd eventually find out when they got there. Roxxie also told Rissa that they'd be safe with her family and that Elliot won't be able to find her. Even though Rissa didn't know much of what was happening, she trusted Roxxie.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Roxxie turned off the ignition and looked over at her best friend. Rissa looked like a mess, a beautiful mess. Her mascara had ran when she cried earlier and it now stained her face. Her neat curly hair had turned into crazy curls that went in every direction. Despite looking so lost and broken, she still looked pretty. "What the hell is this place?" Rissa grimaced as she opened the car door and struggled trying to get out without ruining her dress. Roxxie smirked at Rissa's facial expressions she was pulling. It was obvious she did not want to be here. "This is our safe haven, the SAMCRO Clubhouse." Roxxie grinned taking it all in. It had been over 10 years since she had last been here and it hadn't changed a bit. Over by where some motorcycles were parked there was a small children's park enclosed by barbed wire fences. The play area had been updated with some safer and more varied play equipment, thankfully. Across from the kid's park was the infamous Teller-Morrow Automotive repair shop where some men in overalls were working on a couple of bikes. Roxxie remembered when she used to run around and play inside the garage and all the times she'd get told off for doing so. And last but not least, there was a big building near where they came into the lot decorated with the reaper logo all over it. That was the SAMCRO Clubhouse. Rissa rolled her eyes as she examined the location that would now be there 'safe haven'. It definitely wasn't her cup of tea. It all looked so dirty and gross... Probably full of diseases... "Okay let's go inside. I don't wanna stay out here for another second.." Rissa groaned, hitching up her heavy white gown. Roxxie nodded and led the way towards the entrance to the Clubhouse. The two girls walked inside the building, both of them suprised by the interior. It looked totally different from the boring warehouse-like look on the outside. There was a bar to their right with a bunch of tables and chairs around it. Rissa noticed several doors leading to different rooms and corridors. It gave off a maze kinda vibe. There was a pool table near the doors as well as the reaper sign everywhere. And not to mention the small stage equipped with lights and a stripper pole. Roxxie turned to her friend and sighed. "Okay, stay here, i need to go find my Uncle and explain what's goin' on." She pointed over to the couches in the corner of the room, indicating that Rissa should sit down over there. Rissa's face dropped as she looked over to the couches, they looked so disgusting, there was no way she'd sit on them without giving them a deep clean first.

Rissa watched as her bestfriend walked out of the main hall and down a corridor and let out a groan. She was now left alone in a bar like area, completely clueless as to where the hell she was. Suddenly something in particular caught her eye. By the two large wooden doors, there was a wall covered in framed mugshots.   "Oh god, Criminals..." Rissa exclaimed, she couldn't believe the sitution she was in. Especially since Roxxie had brought her here! This morning she woke up thinking she was going to marry her fiance and now she was stood in a dirty and smelly place thats probably owned by criminals, alone. A couple of minutes later, the doors her and Roxxie entered the building bursted open. "Oh hell no!" Rissa whispered to herself as saw three men in black leather jackets walk inside. She stood awkwardly in her wedding dress by the bar wishing the ground would swallow her up. "Well well well, what do we have here?" The first man to enter said as he looked the girl up and down. His crazy, black, curly hair and matching tache was the first thing that the girl noticed. "Boys, i think we're a little underdressed." The second male said in a thick scottish accent. He was a handsome man, old enough to be her father but very handsome. He had grey and black shoulder length hair and noticeable scars on his cheeks. Rissa just stood in silence, taking small steps back. She looked from man to man, praying every second that her friend would return. The last male didn't speak, he just ignored her presence and went to make himself a whiskey. He had blond locks and stubble on his face, it was safe to say he was gorgeous and definitely more in Rissa's age rage. "So? Who are you and why you in a fucking wedding dress?" The blond man now spoke, his voice was gruff and scary... It was obvious he was not in a good mood. Rissa gulped, feeling extremely intimidated. "Erm...I'm just waiting for my friend Roxxie, sir." She said awkwardly, biting down on her lip after she spoke. All three men burst into laughter and she looked at them with a confused look on her face. What was so funny? "Less of the sir, take a seat darlin." Blondie spoke again but this time he sounded a lot more nicer. He patted the bar stool next to him and Rissa enhaled sharply. The girl looked down at the seat, eyeing it for a few seconds before wiping it with a rag off the bar. She finally took a seat and looked up at the males, who were all staring at her. "Fuckin' hell, why did no one tell me the queen of england had arrived in charming?" The black haired male scoffed as he spoke. He had a smirk on his lips and his eyes were travelling up and down her body. It made Rissa extremely uncomfortable. "Now now Tiggy, leave her alone. You know what kinda shit gets on them seats." The Scot said with a smirk, which made Rissa grimace as she thought about all the bodily fluids the chair probably had on it. "So what's your name pretty lady?" The Scottish man asked as he sat down beside her. He studied her face and knew that she did not feel at home at all. "Uh Clar....Rissa, Just Rissa." She replied with a small smile. The Scot outstretched his hand for her to shake. "Well just Rissa, I'm Chibs. The rude fucker that keeps checking you out is Tig and the pretty one is Jax." As he finished speaking Jax slid two beers his way, he took one for himself and he handed one to the girl. Rissa reluctantly took a sip, pulling a sour face as the liquid entered her mouth. It tasted bitter and awful. She would much prefer a bottle of her favourite champagnes, Krug 2003 Clos du Mesnil. "Not good enough for ya, princess?" Tig laughed, Rissa just rolled her eyes. She didn't like him at all. He was rude and sleazy. Jax cleared his throat. "So what are you and Roxxie doin' here?" Jax now spoke up, speaking like he knew exactly who the girl's bestfriend was. "Well erm, I left my fiance at the alter and we ended up here... So I don't actually know." Rissa pushed back tears as she spoke, two of the men noticed this and decided not to keep pressing. They didn't want to make her talk, it was obvious she wasn't in the greatest of situations. But obviously, the rude crazy haired man didn't notice, or care. "What did the unlucky fucker do to deserve that?" Rissa was taken to a dark place with that comment, remembering all the bad things he did. And before she could stop herself, the tears began to spill from her eyes. 'Oh god, I'm sat in the middle of some strange men, in a wedding dress, crying, probably catching dieses. Fuck.' She thought. "TIG!" Both Chibs and Jax shouted together, acting as a warning. "What?" Tig threw his hands up and chuckled. -- Meanwhile in the office, Roxxie had reunited with her Uncle Clay and was expressing the situation her and Rissa were in. She told him everything, even the dirty little details she'd kept secret all these years. She knew she could trust him to keep them safe from Elliot. But then, their conversation was interrupted. After hearing shouting and the sound of crying, Roxxie came running into the main hall to see three men surrounding Rissa who was crying at the bar. Roxxie stomped over to the men and folded her arms, giving them all the death glare. "What the fuck did you ass fucks do?" Roxxie snapped looking at the strangers. "Huh? Are you fuckin' mute?! I asked a question!" Her voice proceeded to get louder. She didn't know who any of them were but she didn't care. If they picked a fight with Rissa, they picked one with her too. All the men were wide eyed and looking at each other awkwardly, none of them having any idea what was happening. "Was it you? Did you make my best friend cry?" Roxxie exclaimed, pointing at the blond male who was nearest to Rissa. The man shook his head and cleared his throat, about to speak but Roxxie cut him off. "Oh no asshole, you don't get to speak unless you're confessin'!!" Roxxie was now shouting. All of the emotions from the day had finally caught up with her and she wasn't taking it well. She'd always been protective over Rissa, especially when it came to men. The man with the crazy black hair stepped forward. "I don't know who the fuck you are Red, but you need to lower your voice." The man told her, which only made her angrier. "Excuse me? Don't fuckin' talk to me like that!" Roxxie also took a step forward, squaring up to the man who would easily knock her on her ass. "I will fuck-" The feeling of a hand on her shoulder made Roxxie jump. Less than a second later, Roxxie turned around and punched whoever it was. She'd developed that reflex back in Redding when people would try to fight her. A loud groan came from the tall grey haired man who was only trying to help, he staggered back but regained his balance as his nose started to gush with blood. Roxxie's eyes widened when she realised who she'd just assaulted. "Oh shit, Uncle Clay i am so so sorry!" She stuttered, reaching out to help but he pushed her away. "Uncle Clay?" The black haired man said, more bothered about what she'd called him rather than her possibly breaking his nose. "You've done enough." Clay's voice was low and gruff. Roxxie knew that she'd obviously fucked up. Not only did she show up out of the blue with all this drama, she'd just punched him! "Go take your friend in the back, sort your shit out." He ordered. Roxxie sighed, nodding in agreement. "C'mon Ris, let's go." Roxxie took hold of her friend's hand and lead the way out of the main hall, down a corridor and into a dorm room. It was fair to say that neither of the girls weren't having a great day. -- An hour or so later, it was now 8pm and both Rissa and Roxxie were both physically and emotionally drained. After being sent to their new room like they were teenagers again, the girls hadn't really spoken. Rissa had just been lying in bed staring at the other side of the room. And Roxxie didn't want to force her to talk so she stayed quiet to. She wondered whether she should find Clay and apologise but she didn't want to make things worse so she stayed with Rissa. Being quiet meant that Roxxie was caught up with her thoughts and that always stressed her out. Especially since she wasn't well, mentally. She had her mother to thank for that. "I'm going out for a cig, i'll be back in a bit." Roxxie said, getting up from the bed. She could feel her thoughts getting louder and it was stressing her the fuck out. Without waiting for a reply, Roxxie put on her denim jacket and exited the clubhouse quickly. She really needed some fresh air and a cigarette. As she made her way outside, Roxxie noticed a ladder on the side of the clubhouse that lead up to the roof and she smiled to herself. The girl carefully climbed up the ladder, curious to see what the view of Charming looked like from up high. When reaching the top, Roxxie saw that somebody had already beaten her to it and her smile dropped. The blonde man she shouted at earlier was sat on a deck chair having a smoke by himself. "What are you doing up here?" He asked, noticing the girl who was glaring at him. Roxxie rolled her eyes and climbed over the ladder and onto the roof. "I could ask you the same thing." She grumbled, not impressed by his presence. He chuckled and patted the empty seat next to him. Roxxie sighed and walked over, moving the chair away from him and taking a seat. She sparked up a cigarette and exhaled loudly. Nicotine is just what she needed. The man watched Roxxie for a couple of minutes, realising that she did not remember him at all, even though they grew up together. He smirked and cleared his throat to get her attention. "Hey grumpy?" He called. Roxxie looked over to him and gave him a dirty look. "You don't know who i am, do you?" He asked her. Roxxie shook her head. "Am i supposed to?" She answered. "Well, i remember you." He stated. "And how you used annoy the fuck out of me. You'd always ask for piggybacks, throw things at me, and... Oh yeah and the time ya made me jump and i gave you a black eye?" The girl was confused and didn't know what he was talking about. But then it hit her. She used to terrorize Jax, Clay's step-son, when she used to live here. So that would make him, Jax? Roxxie's eyes widened and she let out a booming laugh. "Oh my god. Jax? What the.." Roxxie couldn't find the words to say. He looked so different! And he was now Vice President of Samcro! She didn't understand how he got away with that one.. He was such a mommy's boy. Jax grinned. "That's me, darlin'. The one and only." He was glad they were now on good terms and not acting like strangers. "Man, i can't believe you didn't remember me.. Kinda hurts." He pulled a sad face which made Roxxie laugh. "No, i remember you.. I just didn't recognise you. You look so different." Roxxie explained. She thought back to when she was younger and how Jax used to be small, spotty and moody. Puberty did well for him. Roxxie puffed on her cigarette and sighed. "Man, i'm sorry about earlier.. I was not in the best headspaces." Jax smiled and shook his head. "No need to apologise. You had a tough day. I remember you being pretty crazy but not... Y'know.. Kinda psycho." He teased her. "Oh that was before i got my ass beat everyday. Now i'm the one that does the ass beatin'." Roxxie smirked, winking at him. "Blondie if you thought that was psycho... Let's hope you never get to witness what Psycho Roxxie can do. Shit'll give ya nightmares." The pair of them laughed and caught each other up on their lives since they were now adults. Roxxie found out that she wasn't the only one who'd had a tough life. Maybe it was good for them to reuinte, maybe they'd be able to help each other? -- It had been a long day for Rissa and she was now enjoying some alone time while Roxxie had gone for a smoke. She was sat on the bed in a dormroom that wasn't far from the main area of the clubhouse. Finally she could take a breather and maybe start processing the day. Well that was until she heard a knock at the door. "Can't a girl get five minutes alone in this place?" She mumbled to herself before storming over to the door and opening it. "Yes?" When the door was opened, the Scottish male from earlier was stood holding a bottle of wine and a pile of clothes. "Sorry to bother you darl, but I thought you'd want to get out of that dress. Roxxie mentioned you had no stuff.. It's not much but it's all I could find that wouldn't be huge on you." The Scot told her with a friendly grin. For the first time all day Rissa let a genuine smile take over her lips. What a gentlemen, she thought. "Thank you, I really appreciate it... Chibs?" She said his name as more of a question, not knowing if she got it right. "Not a problem Lassie. Oh and I thought you could use the wine." Chibs sent a playful smirk her way as he handed her the things and went to leave the room. Before he left he turned back towards the girl. "I don't know you, or what you've been through but this is a safe place. I know you are probably way out of your comfort zone but we ain't all that bad when you get to know us." He paused for a short second as he watched her face. "We may be a bit crazy but we're just a big, happy, dysfunctional family darlin'." "I'm used to dysfunctional shit, I'm sure I'll be just fine." Rissa giggled. Chibs was shocked at the swear word coming out of her mouth, from first impressions she didn't seem the type of girl who likes to cuss. It amused him. "Goodnight sweet, hopefully tomorrow is a better day." And with that he walked away. Once he was out of her eyesight, Rissa closed the door, jumped out of the dress as quick as she could and threw on one of the shirts the male had given her. It was a navy colour, with the writing 'Property of SAMCRO' in white writing across the front. Rissa pounced back on the bed, opened the wine and began swigging out of the bottle. Lord knows she needed that wine. It was far much nicer than that beer she had ealier. For some reason the handsome Scotsman was not leaving her brain, no man had ever gone out of their way to be nice to her. Especially not a big ass scary biker trying to help her settle in after only knowing her for a mere few hours. She let out a small sigh before the day caught up on her and she drifted off to sleep with the bottle of wine still in her hand.

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The Elemental Experiments (A crappy fanfic I'm writing on FanFiction.Net)~ Chapter 1

Tick tick tick tick...

All the students stared intensely at the clock, as if it was a ticking time bomb ready to explode once the period was over. As the teacher spoke and no one listened, all watched the minute hand slowly making it's way to the 6 while the hour hand was moving in between the 2 and the 3. Once the hand touched the 6, the bell rang. The room then erupted in talking and shuffling of papers and other supplies.

"Alright kiddos, remember to read pages 208 to 214 and answer the Section Assessment questions. These are due as soon as you walk into the door." Mr. L told the students, triggering a chorus of complaints and groans.

One student with blonde, slicked back hair and vibrant icy blue eyes shook his head as his classmates complained as if Mr. L gave them a 20 page report they had to do by tomorrow, not just seven textbook pages and five easy questions asking about minerals where the answers could be found in the text.

All the students flooded out into the hallway, rushing to their lockers with the eagerness to head home. As the blonde teen exited the room, two of his friends came strolling, or rolling in one's case, up to him.

"Hey Zane!" The caramel brown haired boy exclaimed as he rolled by on his new blue heelys that he got himself for Christmas.

"Greetings Jay and Cole." Zane responded, his thin lips forming a small smiled as he examined the two boys. Both were very sweaty because they just got back from gym, and Cole had his now longer hair in a bun and was already carrying his stuff since he stayed after for football. Jay on the other hand, even though he was clearly either too tired or lazy to change out of his gym clothes, but still had enough energy to act like his usual energetic self.

"Alright, heelys squad! Let's go!" Jay shouted, rolling away from Zane and Cole. Cole shook his head and followed Jay with Zane right behind. They both shook their head as some older students noticed Jay rolling through the hallway and soon glare at the other two.

"Oh come on guys! Don't put those heelys to waste!" Jay exclaimed before reaching his locker. Both Zane and Cole promised to at least wear the white and black heelys Jay bought for them, but neither of them ever took part of Jay's "Heely squad" during school hours,

"Woah, Jay, no need to embarrass yourself in front of the seniors... being a freshmen is bad enough." a spikey, brown haired teen with a red hoodie, who just reached Jay's locker, told Jay. His brown eyes hidden behind the black lenses of his sunglasses. Jay rolled his eyes as he and Zane opened their lockers and gathered their stuff.

"Oh shut the eff up Kai. I don't care what the seniors think of me, especially now. All I need to worry about is that damn Bio test coming up..." Jay started to trail off in the end. One thing most freshmen worried about was the upcoming Biology, or Living Environment, tests.

"Oh well, that's your problem... except the Bio part. Ugh, why couldn't I be in honors classes last year... lucky you Zane." Kai grumbled, tugging at his red backpack. Out of the group of friends, Zane had high enough grades to be in Biology in 8th grade, even though Jay was also qualified. Instead, Jay got put into the other honors course. Earth Science, which Zane had to take this year.

"Oh well. Any whoooooo, you guys wanna come over to my parents summer house? I need help setting up that halloween party for this Friday." Kai asked the other three. Unfortunately, all of them shook their heads.

"Got Football practice, then my dad is dragging me to dance classes."

"Nah fam, I need to study for Bio and got a book re- I mean, "literature analysis" for language arts."

"Sorry Kai, I wish I could... however, my father is actually going to be home for once. Echo wants me to spend time with them."

Kai let out a sigh and shrugged.

"Okay, totally understand. Maybe Lloyd or Skylor are free tonight..." Kai responded, before walking away. Jay then cleared his throat and said "Don't have too much fun Kai."

"With which one though?" Kai winked before disappearing into the crowd. Jay chuckled and shook his head as he closed his locker.

"Well, see you guys tomorrow. Zane, tell Dr. J and lil' Echo I said hi. Cole, have fun at practice and acting like a ballerina. Heelys squad OUT!" Jay said before rolling away, also disappearing into the crowd. Cole did a little face palm before walking the other direction to the gym.

"Bye Zane. Also tell Dr. Julien and Echo I said hi." Cole said and quickly waved goodbye before disappearing as well, leaving Zane alone. Zane shot Cole one last smile and then found his way outside. He headed towards the bike rack, grabbed his old white bike, and quickly made his way to the nearby middle school. He put his bike onto the bike rack and jogged over to the car loop. He searched through the few children until he found his copper brown haired brother in the crowd. Unfortunately, after many times of trying to get his brother's attention by waving at him, Zane soon resorted to yelling his name.

"Echo Julien!" Immediately, Echo turned towards him and sprinted through all the kids until he reached Zane, wrapping his arms around his thin waist.

"Big brother! I thought you forgot about me! You were 25 minutes later than usual..." Zane grabbed out his phone to check the time. Echo was right, he was super late this time. Probably standing around while Jay and Kai talked wasn't the best idea...

"Oh... um... sorry about that..." Zane rubbed the back of his head as Echo giggled.

"It's fine. Let's head home. Hopefully mean old Stepmother isn't home today..." Zane smiled as he lead Echo to the bike rack and Echo hopped onto Zane's bike, his arms around Zane's waist.

"Yeah... hopefully not..." Zane responded before he started pedaling towards home. Both boys didn't enjoy the woman their father decided to marry after Echo was born. Once Echo was born, their mother unfortunately died in child birth. Their father thought they still needed a mother figure to help out, especially since Dr. Julien would be at work until late at night. However, the woman he chose to marry, Elizabeth Snow, drives the boys insane.

Luckily, when the two reached the driveway, their stepmother's car was not present.

'Oh hallelujah...' both of them thought as they went inside the house. The house wasn't much, but it had just enough for the whole family. When they walked in, the smell of tea filled the whole house. Yep, their father was definitely home.

"Father!" Echo squealed as Dr. Julien exited the kitchen with a cup of tea in hand. The young Julien ran over to Dr. Julien and hugged him as tight as he could. A huge smile appeared on the older man's face as he hugged his son back, but only with one arm. Echo then soon let go of Dr. Julien and dragged Zane into a big group hug. Their father began to laugh as he held his sons close to him. After a minute, they soon released and questions began to flood out of his mouth.

"So, did you discover anything new? Any new inventions? Did anything explode? What project are you and Borg working on now? Are the coffee machines fixed yet? Did anyone d-" Zane covered Echo's mouth before he could finish the last question. Dr. Julien started to chuckled.

"Oh you are so precious. But, I can't release any information about my projects yet." Dr. Julien said, booping Echo on the nose. The soon to be 12 year old tried to use his puppy eye strategy, but it had no effect on Dr. Julien.

"Well, no more talk about the lab. It's family time." Dr. Julien told the two boys, picking up Echo and carrying him to the dining room table where a game of clue was set up. Then, from there, the three played a couple rounds of clue until they heard a car pulling into the drive way. When the headlights shone through the front window, Zane and Echo scrambled to their rooms and worked on their homework while Dr. Julien quickly cleaned up the game before his wife opened the front door.

"Hello honey." The two overheard Dr. Julien say quickly to Elizabeth as she set her bag down on the now cleared dining room table. Soon enough, the parent's voices became muffled and quieter so Echo nor Zane could hear what they are now arguing about this time.

Both sigh as Echo goes into Zane's room and works in there until Dr. Julien came in, a frown on his face. He sighed before telling Echo to leave for a second so he can speak to Zane alone. Zane and Echo exchanged confused looks before Echo obeyed, closing the door right behind him. Many questions raced through the blonde's mind. Usually his father did this after his stepmother told him something about Zane.

"Son..." Zane was ready to hear it. All this school year, he has been avoiding home. He knows he's strange and doesn't fit in, nothing Dr. Julien could say could change other's opinions. Everyone thinks he's depressed. Everyone makes fun of him. What could Dr. Julien try to tell Zane about this time?

"You care about Echo... correct?" Zane's heart skipped a beat. Such a strange question...

He nodded slowly. Dr. Julien grabbed out a small leather journal and stared intensely at it, like the students in Zane's Earth Science class at the end of the day.

"Zane... promise to me... if I'm ever gone, make sure you are always there for Echo. Keep him safe, and always be careful. And..." He pointed at the cover of the journal.

"Find this journal. No matter what happens. Echo and this journal should be your first priority..." Dr. Julien tells him with a stern voice. Zane can clearly see the fear in his eyes, yet his whole face was not showing any clear emotions from what he could observe. His stomach felt like it was in a knot, his mind was spinning as it tried to figure out the reason for this conversation. Although, Zane just nodded and acted like he understood. Then, Dr. Julien put the journal back from where he got it and left the room. Fear and confusion filled Zane's body as he went back to his homework. His brain was trying to wrap around what he was talking about.

These thoughts continued to swarm in his mind even when he decided to try to go to sleep.

"Find this journal. No matter what happens. Echo and this journal should be your first priority..."

'Why? What will happen?'

A/N: Well then... why am I even posting it here??? Hopefully you like it. Btw, this is more of an alternate universe, so things will not exactly be like in the show. Also, I made Zane and Echo human, so yeah. Hope you all like it.

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OC TAG - Reed Tetsuya Azahara

tagged by one of my favorite babes, sonja 😘😘😘 @20-44-sims, I’ll do willa later lol

QUESTIONS below:

1. What is your name? Ello there, the name’s Reed

2. Do you know why you were named that? Hmm, uh, to be honest, I don’t. *googles name meaning* apparently, my name means “red-haired” on nameberry.com...huh, maybe that could explain my friendship with Luka hahah...but seriously tho, wtf mum.

3. Single or taken? *plays the celebration song on his phone and starts shuffling* ya man finally got married, it was the best day of my life!

4. Stop being a Mary Sue! ...Uh, don’t you mean Gary Stu? I’ve read enough shitty fanfics to know that.

5. What’s your eye color? They’re just brown

6. How about hair color? Dark Brown right now, but I’ve been thinking of going blonde for a while. I’m getting older, might as well try different colors before I’m old and balding right? *shrugs*

7. Have you any family members? I have my mum, dad, lil sis, and *in ned from buzzfeed voice* MY WIFE... sorry, bit obnoxious? I couldn’t help myself hahahah. I’m still reveling in my marriage.

8. Oh, how about pets? Well, excluding the cats my family owns, there’s my good old boy poe and then the newest addition, noodle. Still warming up to noodle tho, he’s a little cold-blooded *chuckles* get it...

9. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like? Hmmm, probably heights...pretentious snobs, bad writing, fucking marmite, not that much I can think of right now.

10. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? I love traveling, especially with friends and family, there’s also playing my bass guitar, reading some good novels, cooking, eating, and painting with my wife

11. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? Emotionally, maybe?

12. Ever… killed anyone before? what the actual fuck. Do I look like someone who could kill?

13. What kind of animal are you? Probably a giraffe hahahahah...they’re tall, spend most of their time eating, and have big hearts *gives a cheeky smile*

14. Name your worst weaknesses. I work too much, super duper emotional/sensitive...(you cry imma cry harder kinda person), i can’t focus for shit sometimes, lotta things to work on hahahah

15. Do you look up to anyone at all? My parents. They worked very hard to raise my sister and I.

16. Are you straight, gay or bisexual? I’m straight...surprised?

17. Do you go to school? Yup, even got a master’s degree in fine art media from slade.

18. Ever want to marry and have kids one day? Haha, already got married *does a little shimmy* and yeah sure, why not? Doesn’t really matter how many kids we have or if we have kids at all. It would be rather cute to see a tiny Will or me running around the house tho

19. Do you have fangirls/fanboys? I don’t think so. I’m not famous or anything. My wife is the famous one.

20. What are you most afraid of? Losing my friends and family, especially my wife. They’re my everything. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them.

21. What do you usually wear? Weird old dress shirt that your grandpa would wear, my lucky denim jeans, and some cool accessories. 

22. What’s one food that tempts you? a good fish and chips

23. Am I annoying you? Nope, takes a lot to annoy me.

24. Well, it’s not over! Ok, keep the questions coming then.

25. What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)? I was born middle class, still am. I make enough money to have a decent living and have some money on the side.

26. How many friends do you have? Many close friends and I love them all to death. Would do anything for my friends.

27. What are your thoughts on pie? cake is better... sorry not sorry

28. Favorite drink? guinness beer, mixed drinks are good too

29. What’s your favorite place? The tree house at my parent’s house is still one of my favorites. Lotta fond memories made there when I was younger.

30. Are you interested in anyone? *ned from buzzfeed voice* MY WIFE...sorry, you probably think I’m being annoying...I just love telling people I have a wife.

31. That was a stupid question. *shrugs* eh.

32. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? doesn’t matter, i still have to drag will around anyways

33. What’s your type? I like people with big personalities. If you make me laugh and have a great smile, I’ll usually fall head over heels with you. 

34. Any fetishes? ....only my wife knows, nobody else has to know.

35. Camping or indoors? I love camping, kinda wanna do another camping trip with will and some friends. Just gonna stock up on bug spray hahah

That’s it? Well, okay then...

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HEY YALL I’VE WRITTEN AN OC INSERT FANFIC!

im really hyped to share it, hope you’ll like it!!

-Hey campers! I have great news!-

Max and others sat there, over a plate with questionable mashed potatoes, which were said to be quartermaster’s speciality. And yet these tasted like dirt. Everyone around had the same faces of doubt and disgust, because even the smell of this food was bad. And since when potatoes smell bad? Not a good sign. At all.

David, smiling and happy as ever, came in and stood there where all campers would see him, but most of them didn’t pay attention, which didn’t demotivate David at all. Max knew that there was almost nothing to make this man lose his optimistic attitude. And he couldn’t decide if it was impressive or just simply annoying. So he just sighted.

-Noone cares David. You made up some lame activity at 7 am, did you expect us to be jumping around? Or climbing on a wall?- Max said. It was true, yesterday David told campers that they will go out for some wood walk. And as if it wasn’t bad, they’d have to leave at 7am because David “wants campers to experience wilderness when at its most beautiful part of day!”. Nobody was excited. Well… Maybe Nikki, but sugar flows through her veins, so she jumped out from her bed as soon as she heard the trumpet, which Max wished he would never hear again.

-Oh come on Max! You will see how Mother nature wakes up to start new day! Lizards go find some warm spots, owls find their nests to rest, day birds sing the loudest at this moment and we might see deer with young! Isn’t it exciting?- David exclaimed, making Max even more grumpy. What does this man take every morning?

-But this is not only great news, fellow campers!- Counselor said, with no effect. Everyone still didn’t seem to bother, but have such things ever discouraged David? Nope.

- I received a call yesterday, a new camper is joining us today!- he exclaimed, and this time, surprisingly, some people looked at him with curiosity. At the same time Neil looked concerned, Nikki was close to exploding and Max just hit his forehead at the table.

-Not another Jermy Fartz…- he mumbled.

-It would be wierd at least if another kid like Jermy came- said Neil, sticking his fork into potatoes. He picked up the plate and turned it upside down, neither potatoes nor fork hit the table, they stayed in their place, sticked to the plate as if glue was used.

-This is…concerning…- he said, when putting his plate back on the table. His friend wasn’t even suprised about this, he never ate these potatoes anyways.

-Now i’m just more concerned about this trip David planned for today. Though on the other hand… maybe bear will maul me or some shit- said Max.

After the breakfast campers went back to their tents to grab important stuff and prepare for the walk into the woods. And nobody was eager to leave their tents after entering, but David literally dragged some of the kids outside, so it was clear, there is no way to avoid this. David was talking about stuff they will see, really happy about this, even more happy than the usual, which was slightly wierd for Max.

-Well… i think he is excited that new camper is coming today- said Neill, when Max pointed it out. Nikki just shrugged.

-Or he just has even better humor, i dunno- she said and ran forward, because she saw their camp mascot platypus, who disappeared two days ago. Everybody was a bit concerned, but only because it would mean they’d have to go look for new mascot. And nobody was willing to do it.

-There she goes…-

-Nikki will dominate all animals around, you’ll see-

-Yeah, maybe she’ll become alpha of some wolf pack or something-

Max laughed at this, but then got quiet and looked to the side, as if he remembered something not so nice. But he came back to reality after a moment. Kid smirked.

-What do you say we go half a mile with this loser and then turn around and go back to camp?- he said to Neill, who thought for a moment.

-What will we be doing there?-

-I dunno, maybe slacking off? Doing what you are supposed to do during summer?- said Max with irony in his voice. He wasn’t in a good humor today and felt like being super salty about everything. Neil just groaned in response.

-You really want to be pain in ass today, huh?-

-You have no goddamn idea-

When group reached the main cabin, in which they had eaten breakfast earlier, suddenly the group stopped. David looked a bit distressed, because somebody was on the roof of the lodge.

-Hey! What are you doing up there? Come down before you’ll get hurt!- he yelled, running towards the house. The person was sitting on the side of the roof, with their legs hanging down. And kid didn’t seem too concerned about where they were sitting.

David went inside the house, probably for the ladder, but when he was struggling to pull it through front door he noticed the kid got down on their own.

-Uhmm this won’t be necessary, mister- she said.

Other kids watched it mostly with interest, but nobody was nervous about this situation. They just looked at the new camper, who was actually probably 14 year old girl. She was wearing green hoodie with short sleeves, red long-sleeved shirt under it, blue shorts and typical high boots perfect for some treckking. She also was wearing yellow lumberjack gloves, but the thing that was most unusual about her was that her hair were dyed to be bright blue, though some brown was visible in places where hair was growing.

She stood there looking a bit guilty, but not scared. David put ladder down carefully. He would have big problems with Gwen if he broke it, because it was their only one and it is never sure when it will be useful.

-Gosh darnit you scared me! How did you get up there?- he asked when approaching that new girl. She scratched her head in embarrassment and smiled.

-I uh… climbed? I mean, i jumped on that box by the wall and grabbed the edge of the roof… i will get into trouble on my first day, won’t I?- she said. David looked at the girl and smiled, still a bit shocked after what he saw.

-Oh don’t worry about it! You kids would go anywhere! So, you are new part of our group for this summer, right?- he leaned towards the girl, who was visibly more comfortable when knowing she isn’t in trouble anymore.

-Yeah! I came here few minutes ago but nobody was here so I thought waiting will be good thing to do- she said.

-Well, if you are our new camper, please introduce yourself to us!- David exclaimed, grabbing her shoulder to turn her so he can face the group of other kids. She surprisingly didn’t seem to be intimidated, more like happy that she can finally leave her excess behind.

-Um… Hi, im Meg!- she said, rising her right hand slightly. David clapped his hands, excited.

-Well, it’s very nice to meet you Meg and I’ll let you know that you arrived just in time, because we were leaving to go to the woods for long and amazing trip!- he said. At the same time Max watched it all, bored. Let’s be honest, he didn’t expect a new camper to appear here in this way, but it’s nothing special. He tried to escape during his first day, just like Nikki  and Neil. Well… they wouldn’t try it if Max didn’t persuade them to do so.

He felt he won’t like this girl, Meg. She seemed annoyingly happy, just like David. Ok, nobody can be this fucking happy 24/7, but still. He smirked after a moment.

-We’ll see how excited you are ‘bout this shitty trip- he said quietly.

But there was one thing that he noticed, how she shivered when David touched her shoulder. It was wierd.

-Ok campers! Let’s go meet mother nature!- said David and went in the direction of that one path they mostly used when going into the forest. Everybody letted out a tired sigh, but followed David anyways.

-Zis isn’t going to be a good time- said Dolph who was walking in front of Max. Meghan waited for the group to pass, and then joined it at the end, happy to go to the forest.

Finally! Away from city, in the place where air is fresh, birds chirp and no sound of cars. Meg was really tired of that lil wierd city so he decided to take some vacation, it would be good for her health. Aaaand… she had a feeling her friends were getting fed up with her. So it will be good for everyone!

She was walking silently, watching the group and surroundings, excited to be here. Kids in front of her weren’t talking much, maybe because of the hour of waking up… There was… girl with green hair, dude which looks like Shakespare, magician, a black girl in some kind of cosplay, some brute, cool girltm, little boy who kinda resembled her of that one german dude, kid who apparently wants to be an astronaut, dude with fluffy brown hair and next to him boy with fluffy black hair, This is one interesting group, Meg felt that it’s gonna be great month. But there was no sight of that one kid with blonde hair she saw through the window of bus when she was coming here. She even pointed out to that scary driver some camper was out there in the forest, but he didn’t seem to care… or he didn’t hear her. It’s not sure, because he is so old he might be deaf.

-Uhm… sooooo…- she started, trying to make a conversation with two boys in front of her. Dude with brown hair turned around to look at her, though he seemed nervous, while black-haired dude didn’t even react.

-This is everyone in group, right?-

-Yeah, David wouldn’t let anybody stay in the camp during this trip- said that guy with brown hair.

-Oh by the way, what’s your name dude?- she asked, coming closer to hear these two in front better.

-Oh, I’m Neil and this is Max- Neil said while pointing at boy next to him, who just looked back at her. It’s been a long time since she saw somebody this bored. Well… guys in school looked like this few days ago.

-You are… Meg, right?-

-Yeah! And I’ll be honest with you guys, i have a feeling this is going to be one of the best summers ever!- she said, filled with excitement, while Max said to himself that he will always stay at least 5 meters away from her.

At that moment Nikki came back, covered in mud and with some twigs in her hair. She was holding something fluffy and small in her hands and before she said anything Meg ran towards her and kneeled, her irises really big.

-Is that a squirrel?- she asked, not stopping to look at the animal Nikki brought. She nodded furiously.

-Yea! And it has this funny thing on it’s head see?- She said

They were left behind, which made Max sigh in relief.

-I won’t be able to not do something to her. She is like… David or some shit- he said, not bothering to check if two girls are catching up.

-At least it isn’t another Jermy Fatrz- said Neil, but Max wasn’t sure which one of them would be worse.

-Hah, i dunno man-

After minute or two girls caught up, talking excitedly. Boys noticed they both had some scratches on their faces… Well, Nikki had some more new scratches. But they both looked really happy.

-Wow, I haven’t been attacked by a squirrel in a long time! Last time was when somebody feeded park squirrels with coffee-dipped nuts. It was wild dude!- Meg was talking loudly.

-Wow it even bit you! Didn’t it hurt?- asked Nikki, excited just like new camper, who shrugged and showed her hand with thick glove on.

- Nope, i didn’t feel anything! These are really useful!- Meg said, proudly.

-You wear them all the time?- asked Nikki, and Meg nodded in response.

-Well… Yeah! Just, you’ll never know what will happen next moment!- she said and two girls finally caught up with the group.

-Guyguyguyguys! That squirrel attacked us! It was wild! But we kicked it into the bushes!- said Nikki, really happy about this little adventure.

-Uhh… are you sure you won’t get sick? Some animals carry diseases… Well, al of them- Neil pointed out, while Max just shrugged.

-Oh don’t worry, you body must experience everything to be less vulnerable in the future- answered Meg, which ticked Max off even more.

-Wow, and i thought we can’t have more smartasses in this godforsaken place- he said, which caught Meg off-guard. She looked at him for a second. Wow, so this is the typical camp douche who can’t have fun apparently. She just needs another tactic when it comes to mr. Grump.

-Man, at least there are some smart people, huh?- she said, smirking. It sounded surprisingly salty, but Meg immediately dropped the salty mask and smiled again.

-Oh dude, come on. How bad can it be?- she said. Max turned around with a bit of satisfaction on his face.

-Oh you’d be surprised-

Nikki sighted.

-Well, you just have to be carefully around Nurf because he can pull out a lot of knives from his pockets. And we still don’t know where he gets these- she said.

-And uhh… David can be annoying- Nial added. Meg looked forward. David was leading group deeper into the forest, but they still were in this more open and brighter part of the woods. And the counselor seemed as ecstatic as when he greeted Meg back at camp.

-He seems nice. Is he always this happy?- she asked.

-Unfortunately, he is almost never down and I swear it makes me sometimes want to snap someone’s neck. Especially his- Max was the one to answer this time. Meg looked at him, slightly concerned about this last thing.

-Oh…- she said and for next hour they all four were silent, though when the group started walking around on more mountainous terrain, then everyone was wheezing, trying to catch up with David, because that son of a devil apparently had so much energy that mountains were the same as simple campgrounds. Even Nikki had enough of this and she just like others, literally threw herself on a ground when a break was announced. Max at that time approaches David, really mad.

-Wow, you’ve put us through such a shit I swear David, this trip must be worth this hell- he said aggressively, but counselor just patted the boy on his head.

-Oh Max, haven’t you noticed how wonderful it is? Haven’t you seen all these animals?- David asked cheerfully.

-Well, i saw one squirrel attack Meg and Nikki, but eh- boy shrugged. His words slightly concerned David. Why didn’t he know about this? He quickly approached two girls, talking while lying on that one bigger rock. It was pleasantly warm thanks to the sun.

-And then that bus caught on fire and…-

-Um, girls? I’ve heard you had a… situation… with wild animal. Are you both ok?- David interrupted Meg’s story, but she didn’t seem to mind.

-Nah, we’re good- she said and quickly got back to the story she was telling. Nikki was listening carefully.

-And believe me or not, we actually didn’t suffer! I had barely any burns or scratches! But my pal, he yhh… got blasted away by a bomb in that suitcase…- David didn’t hear anymore bc he had to go forward and check out their trail. He planned to avoid Sleepy Pine at all costs.

~~~~~~~~~~~

-Ok my feet will hate me for next few days and don’t expect me to get outta my bed- Meg said something, what everybody was thinking. It was long past evening meal, maybe 11pm at best. Nobody wanted to go eat anyways, sleep was their ultimate desire and as soon as the group reached the main lodge, they went to their tents as fast as they could. David had to show Meg her tent, which Gwen set up while they all were gone.

-Everyone wake up at 7am for breakfast in main lodge, where you get food made by our Quartermaster, you also can choose diffrent drinks. But no coffee-

Meg wasn’t listening, she just wanted this dude to go away, she was super tired and she couldn’t breathe good, but she tried to hide it. During the entire walk she had big difficulties with keeping up, especially on that mountainous part of track. She thought she’d suffocate.

-Ok David, i really need to sleep, thanks for everything- she finally said with hardly hidden pain. David smiled.

-Ah no problem. Good night! We are really happy to have you here at Camp Cambell!- he said and left. Meg quickly entered her tent and checked if tent drapes are closed and took off her shirt. Beneath which there were bandages wrapped around her torso, binding something to it. She took these off as fast as she can, revealing small, blue set of wings. She spreaded them as much as she could in this tiny tent and took few really deep breaths. It was such a great feeling, being able to finally breathe normally. She couldn’t leave the group to take these off, it would be suspicious. But let’s hope it won’t be the same during the rest of camp. Or she’d just pass out one day, and then people would be curious and they might find out…

Ok, don’t think about this, it won’t happen.

She took off her gloves too, revealing clawed hands covered with green scales, which were going all up to her arms and down her back. That’s why she was wearing those, but… Yeah lumberjack gloves are simply handy, today’s action with squirrel proved it.

-Damn, what a relief- Meg said and chuckled when throwing herself her bed. She finally could swear without anybody judging her.

-This is gonna be such a great summer- girl said and as soon as she closed her eyes she fell asleep. She really wanted to leave that city, it was starting to be really tiring, the everlasting noise and stench of her hideout behind that one library. Now she was there, surrounded by woods, with no sound of cars. Simply sounds of night.

It’s gonna be indeed best summer. Unless people find out what she really is…

But it won’t happen.

[aziraferals]

i was tagged by @likeadeepbluesea :)

1: Are you named after someone? nah i named myself

2: When is the last time you cried? i got a lil teary eyed yesterday because that episode with george o’malley

3: Do you like your handwriting? im compulsive about my handwriting so i mostly avoid writing by hand if i can

4: What is your favorite lunch meat? i only eat turkey and im very specific about the texture 

5: Do you have kids? no i do not have a small germ factory nor do i want one

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you? probably for like 5 seconds because we’d have so many shared interests but i would be immediately bored that we were identical in all things

7: Do you use sarcasm? it is my constant state

8: Do you still have your tonsils? affirmative

9: Would you bungee jump? maybe

10: What is your favorite kind of cereal? i’ll pretty much eat any cereal unless it has any berries or other disgusting things. usually i binge eat it and then dont eat any for months on end and then im like cereal!! again and the cycle repeats. probably because when i eat it my mouth gets sore? i think i put too much of it in my mouth at once so when i chew it like destroys my mouth idfk i basically dont function as a human so

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? nope plus usually im wearing my barn boots and those fuckers just slip right off

12: Do you think you’re a strong person? who isn’t. this world is shit but we’re somehow making it through

13: What is your favorite ice cream flavour? grapenut, but i also had coconut pineapple one time and HOO BOY good shit

14: What is the first thing you notice about people? idk my mind immediately goes blank because anxiety

15: Red or pink? meh

16: What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? this sentence is... so contradictory...

17: What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? none and none

18: What was the last thing you ate? im eating those pink round mint things which are actually my brothers but he left them on the couch and i have no self control

19: What are you listening to right now? the washing machine because it’s in the room next to me (i snuck in my horse’s nasty ass leg wraps mwahaha)

20: If you were a crayon, what color would you be? dark blue?

21: Favorite smell? hay and shavings and leather and horse all mixed in (some barns have a bad smell but some barns have a rlly good smell that settles and milds out on your clothes just right so when you smell it after not being at the barn for a while its so comforting) also after it rains and it’s cold and its like you’re breathing in really clean, refreshing air and it still has that rain smell

22: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? the receptionist at the vet office

23: Favorite sport to watch? the equestrian olympics

24: Hair color? dirty blonde. i suppose you could call it light brown but when it’s cut short you can tell it’s blonde

25: Eye color? i got some ben c eyes woot woot. i mean his are some other league but u get what im saying

26: Do you wear contacts? funny story, according to my eye doctor im a prodigy because i learned how to put in my contacts in about 15 minutes and it usually takes ppl either a full hour or they have to come back for a second session (they make u put them in & out 3 times without issue before they approve you to take them home) i hate my glasses but i am simultaneously too fucking lazy to wear contacts tho

27: Favourite food to eat? pretty much everything i eat is my favorite thing because im so picky and only eat about 5 things and they have to be things that i really like because otherwise i wont eat them.

28: Scary movies or comedy? comedy

29: Last movie you watched? arrival

30: What color shirt are you wearing? blue

31: Summer or winter? winter

32: Hugs or kisses? hugs. ive never kissed??? lol nerd

33: What book are you currently reading?  im reading a fucking amazing fanfic right now (X)

34: Who do you miss right now? someone i havent met yet. lmao im not even trying to be deep but like... im lonely for someone and i havent met anyone yet yah feel. 

35: What is on your mouse pad? nothing

36: What is the last TV program you watched? im rewatching grey’s anatomy because thats what i do when im rlly depressed and dont feel anything because shonda rhimes has no mercy and tortures everyone and im like thank god i am capable of emotion sometimes. rewatching sherlock would be much more effective but sherlock is Too Much(TM) 

37: What is the best sound? when horses nicker, when my cat does his lil chirp which he does all the time its so cute, hooves on pavement, people full on laughing

38: Rolling Stones or The Beatles? i just. don’t care

39: What is the furthest you have ever traveled? one time i went upstairs to eat some lunch but there were no plates so i had to walk all the way downstairs again to get some and then back up. it took years. i saw things i never thought i’d see. im weary with travel, i can’t wait to be back in my own bed

40: Do you have a special talent? i have double jointed shoulder blades or something so i can hang off the backs of chairs on them and when i played sports i would try and intimidate the other team when we did stretches by popping them out the sides rlly far. does that count

41: Where were you born? a hospital room