#and have to try and save it from being destroyed and made into a football field for the local schools youth football team

[abimee]

when i was in highschool around age 16 i was offered the chance to audition for a play at a local playhouse, and the way in which it was described to me i had thought the playhouse was putting on a play where they wanted disabled people to come and perform, an all-disabled performance to give us a chance at something that other playhouses probably wouldnt allow us

but when i got there with my friend we were the only two there, and when i was lead into the place we did a quick audition at the piano and then shown to the stage, where the picture became clear; this was not an audition for disabled kids to come and perform, it was an audition where they wanted two disabled kids to come play two one-scene roles that had a combined total of 8 lines, no song performance, and of which were two henchmen. the entire rest of the cast was a group of abled adults, and we would be the only disabled people performing at all

i promptly left the stage and out of the playhouse before we even finished the tour and i told my friends mother to tell them i am not going to participate and to throw my audition out, and then went home and made an original oc story called "The Lipsync Orchestra" and wrote it about a group of disabled highschoolers who all get accepted into a strange new production in town head by a retired performer, where they would be given full reigns of a production warehouse-turned-theatre to perform their own all-disabled plays, shoot and performance music videos, and be given the ability to seek out their performance dreams that they would not be otherwise given by other playhouses or theatres in their area. because i was so fucking mad LOL

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 22

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"I can't believe I let you convince me to do this."

"You love the idea, Rowena. Stop saying the opposite" Rúben said, putting an arm around her shoulders and kissing her head.

"It's stupid."

"It isn't."

"Yes, it is. Getting married again? Who does that?"

"Us" Rúben said as they walked towards the chapel at Lord Santos' palace. 

A week after their arrival, they had received news from the enemy. They had attacked some of the towns near the border, destroying everything they had found. Many have died, and others had been captured as slaves, something Rúben was disgusted by. 

So between planning their next move and getting everyone in shape, he had convinced Rowena to get married again. To do a renewal of their vows.

"When we got married we didn't mean what we said. We didn't feel it" he had told her. "But we do know. It makes sense that we do it again, this time properly." 

At first she had laughed in his face, but when he kept insisting, she realized he was being serious. He had even gotten her a new ring, a very delicate one with both their birthstones. How he had managed to get it, was still a mystery. 

And now here they were, on their way to the chapel to get married again. Though this time, it would be just them and the priest, and there will not be a big party afterwards. 

"Are we skipping the wedding night too?" Rowena had asked Rúben with a cheeky smile after he had explained his plan. 

"Never" he had replied, the way his voice had sounded making her feel very hot. 

"Stay here" Rúben said when they made it to the chapel's door.

"Why?"

"I want to see you walk towards the altar."

"You are so…"

"Romantic?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You wish" she replied, not being able to hide her smile. 

"Wait here. And don't run away."

"Idiot!" she said, trying to hit him with the bouquet of flowers he had gotten for her that morning but missing since he had already started walking towards the altar, a stupid grin on his face. Probably the same she also had. 

"When you are ready, princess" the priest announced.

"Alright" Rowena said, taking a deep breath and starting to walk towards Rúben, his grin now just a smile. That smile. 

"You look beautiful" he said when they met again.

"Thank you" she replied, feeling her cheeks get warm. Why was she suddenly going shy? 

"Would you like to go first, my prince?" the priest asked. 

"Of course." 

"Repeat after me. I, Rúben, take thee, to be my wife, and I promise to be a faithful and true husband."

"I, Rúben, take thee, to be my wife, and I promise to be a faithful and true husband. I promise to hold you at night, especially when you have nightmares. I promise to wipe away your tears when you miss your home and your family. I promise to keep teasing you, calling you Romina and making you want to throw a shoe at my face."

"Rúben!" Rowena laughed, the priest giving them a weird look.

"I promise to keep making you laugh, to keep making you happy. I promise to always save the last cupcake for you, to not get mad when you beat me at playing football, and to not make fun of you when you stare at the ceiling of every room. But overall, I promise I will forever love you. All of you. From that sometimes weird brain of yours, to those hips that drive me crazy, to the way you say my name when I… Sorry" he said when the priest cleared his throat. "I promise to forever love you, Rowena. Because like you said, I'm stuck with you."

"And I with you" she replied, wiping away a tear. 

"Now it is your turn, princess" the priest said.

"What?"

"Your vows."

"But I… what am I supposed to say after all that?"

"You'll think of something" Rúben smirked.

"Are you ready, princess?"

"No, but…"

"Repeat after me. I, Rowena, take thee, to be my husband, and I promise to be a faithful and true wife."

"I, Rowena, take thee, to be my husband, and I promise to be a faithful and true wife. And I… I promise I will stop doing what, according to you, are stupid things, like going into the city alone at night. I promise I'll listen to you when you tell me I should take a nap or just rest. I promise I won't put a knife to your throat unless you really deserve it."

"You what?" the priest said, his eyes wide.

"It's a joke, father. She doesn't actually do it" Rúben quickly explained.

"Yes, yes. Just a joke between us" Rowena smiled. "I promise… I promise I won't run away again. At least not from you. I will only do it if there is danger or something like that. I promise to keep calling you my prince. Your smile when I say it tells me that you love it. I promise…"

"That you will stop sneaking around dressed as a boy?" Rúben said.

"As if you didn't love seeing me wearing trousers" she snorted. 

"I actually do, yes" he chuckled. 

"I promise… Urgh, this is too hard. You know I'm not the best with words when talking about my feelings, that I prefer showing it with actions."

"The actions will come later" he smirked, the priest moving uncomfortably next to them.

"Anyway, I promise I will forever love you, Rúben. You aren't getting rid of me, and definitely not any time soon."

"Good" he smiled.

"Anything else?" the priest asked.

"I think that will be all."

"Well, then it's my turn to say some words. Your hands please" the priest said, tying Rowena and Rúben's hands together with a white ribbon and resting his on top of them. "Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you. May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years. May happiness be your companion and your days together be good and long upon the earth" he said before untying their hands.

"That was beautiful."

"Thank you, princess. Though these words aren't mine, they are from a book" the priest chuckled. "You may kiss now."

"Wait, we didn't kiss on our first wedding. Why?" Rowena asked.

"I told them not to say it. I didn't want to make you feel more uncomfortable."  

"Oh, that's… thank you."

"I also was afraid you may punch me" Rúben laughed.

"I may punch you now, you idiot" she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Should have asked you to promise that you would not hit me again."

"Too late" she smiled.

"I love you, Rowena" Rúben said, cupping her face.

"I love you too" she replied before kissing him. 

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"Rowena… Rowena, if you keep hugging me like that, you are going to break one of my ribs."

"Good. That would mean that you aren't leaving" she said, hugging him even tighter.

The enemy was now close to one of the main cities near the border, and it was time to face them. To hopefully end this war once and for all. And that meant that Rúben was leaving for battle. Again.

"I'm coming back. I promise."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. We are stuck together, remember?" 

"Quite literally right now" Rowena chuckled.

"Indeed" he said, kissing her head. "Everything will be fine. We'll end this and we'll be back home before you know it, planning our trip to meet your parents."

"And eat cupcakes. Aurora's are really good, but you must try the ones they make at the palace."

"Looking forward to it."

"Because we are going to do it. You are going to come back" she said, lifting her head from his chest and meeting his eyes.

"We are."

"My prince, it's time" General Felix said.

"Yes, of course."

"No!" she complained, hugging him again. "I don't want you to leave me alone!"

"Rowena, I'm not leaving you alone. I'm always with you" Rúben said, unwrapping her arms from around him and making her look at him. "I'm always with you here" he said, taking the hand where she wore her new wedding ring and kissing it. "Also here and here" he continued, touching first her necklace and then her heart. "And hopefully… hopefully here too" he whispered as his hand moved to her stomach. "Remember what the old king who built the summer palace said to his wife every time he left it?"

"This isn't a goodbye. It's a see you soon."

"Exactly. And this is the same. It is a see you soon, because I am coming back. I love you, Rowena."

"I love you too" she said before kissing him, hoping that her kiss would tell him everything she felt for him and that she always struggled to say with words. Hoping it would somehow protect him and bring him back to her. Because as she had promised herself that first night together, war wasn't going to take him away from her.

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Author's note: The priest's blessing is the Apache wedding blessing, those aren't my words. So the credit goes to them 😁

[mountmasxn]

It’s Always Been You

Two best friends realise that their friendship could be something more. 

You could see Mason out of the corner of your eye staring at you as Declan whispered something in his ear. You were trying to ignore him however as your friend went on and on about how you need to have a one night stand to finally get over your ex and get every out of your system. You had recently broke up with the boyfriend you had had since you were 18 and for the first time in your adult life you were single and didn’t really know what to do. You knew your friend had made you come out tonight because the boys in your friendship group would also be there and as a result Mason would also be there. 

The two of you had known basically all your life, you grew up on the same street, went to the same school, you watched him grow up into the football star he is today while he watched you grow into the sought after model and influence you were. Anyone looking in on the friendship could see that you and him were so suited for each other and meant to be. Everyone else could see it, but neither of you two did. To you, he would always be the floppy haired boy who pulled your hair when you were younger, while to him, you would also be the girl that helped him with his homework in school. Well that’s what the pair of thought anyway. 

You had always had a crush on Mason since you were about 14 and the same with him, although neither of you acted on it as it would be weird right? Two best friends becoming boyfriend and girlfriend? That would destroy your friendship if it was to end badly so neither of you acted on your feelings. You did try when you were both 16. Not that any of your friends knew. You and Mason had always been close so the two of you spending time together was nothing unusual so under the premise that you were helping him with school work the two of you would go on what ever ‘dates’ two 16 year olds could. But the two of you did take each other virginities. That was something the two of you shared. That intimate secret that you could see every time you looked at Mason, even 7 years later. 

But after a summer of hiding all this the pair of you decided to leave whatever it was in the past and go back to being friends to save your friendship group becoming awkward. And so your lives went on separately. When Mason moved away to the Netherlands when he was on loan you got a boyfriend. And when he returned to England he met someone and started a relationship with her. You both contented yourselves with being friends and were happy for other person. You were scouted by a modelling agency and started a YouTube career that matched your growing Instagram following, while Mason worked his way up the ranks at Chelsea and began a promising football career. 

Your relationship with your ex ended about a month ago because he cheated on you. You had been with him for almost 5 years so the breakup was hard on you. Lily, your best friend, had been trying for the last 2 weeks to get you to come out for her birthday because ‘everyone will be there y/n, you have to come, I can’t turn 23 without my best friend’ she would wine at you every time you told her you weren’t in the mood to go out. She would always respond with that and then go on to say how when you go out she’ll find you a guy to get with for a rebound from your shitty ex. So that’s how you ended up sitting in a VIP booth in a club in London sipping on whatever drink she decided was appropriate. 

You had to admit you were enjoying yourself. Actually being dressed and up and seeing people other than the doctors on Grey’s Anatomy was a good feeling. But you knew you weren’t ready to just sleep with someone, you just wanted to get drunk, have fun and get a McDonalds on the way home before nursing a hangover tomorrow. 

Mason and Declan were the last of the group to arrive, you knew it was because of Mason’s terrible time keeping but as they made their way over to you, you couldn’t help but get butterflies at the way Mason looked. In that moment you felt like 15 year old you again with a massive crush on the Mason Mount from round the corner. But instead now you had a massive crush on the Mason Mount Chelsea football star. 

Him and Declan made a bee line to your table to give Lily a hug and you could hear Declan apologise for being late and blaming Mason who just laughed and said something about perfection taking time. You smiled at the pair of them not knowing what to say. You really did feel like a school girl again. Mason was the first to make a move as he went to hug you and as he did he whispered in your ear, ‘you looked great y/n, I didn’t think you would be here.’ As you pulled away you furrowed your eyebrows, ‘Why wouldn’t I, it’s Lily’s birthday?’ Mason just shrugged, ‘I just thought that with everything that happened you wouldn’t want to deal with everyone asking you questions about it.’ 

‘Well no one has asked me questions about it Mount, except you.’ Even within the darkness of the club you could see Mason going red with embarrassment. ‘It’s fine Mase, Lily convinced me to come out and enjoy myself and that’s here to do. So fuck him!’ The both of you laugh, ‘my thoughts exactly y/n. Come on you need a drink.’ He nodded to the nearly empty class in your hand. Mason moved off and naturally grabbed your hand, an action that now gave you butterflies. You looked back at the table your friends were at to see Lily smiling at you with her thumbs up. Strange you thought. 

Mason ordered the two of a vodka and lemonade along with a shot each. Mason handed on to you, ‘Fuck him’ he smiled as he raised the class in the air. ‘Fuck him’ you repeated and raised your class to meet his. Your classes clinked together and you knocked the shot back all before Mason grabbed both your drinks and then your arm to pull you into the dance floor of the club. The two of you danced together before gradually your whole friend group were dancing around with each other. As midnight came a round of shots was brought down to your area at the request of Mason so you could all take on and celebrate Lily’s official birthday beginning. 

After a few more hours you knew yourself that you were at your limit. You were at a nice stage of drunk but one more drink and you would more than likely be boking all over the taxi on the way home. You were still dancing with Mason who was really just holding you up as you were getting unsteady on your feet. ‘You ready to go home?’ You heard him shout over the music. You turned to him and nodded. It wasn’t unusual for you to end up back at Mason’s after a night out. One of his spare rooms was basically yours you stayed there that often. You let all your friends know the two of were leaving before you actually left. ‘Please just sleep with him already.’ Lily told you as she hugged you. You shock your head and laughed at her drunkenness, but you kissed her cheek and waved at her as Mason grabbed your hand to leave the club. 

You walked outside the club and the cold air hit you immediately. Mason noticed you shivering and took his jacket off to slip over your shoulders. You smiled up at him and mumbled a quick thanks. ‘Fuck me, my feet hurt so much in these heels.’ You shouted dramatically as Mason was ordering a taxi for the both of you. He turned to look at your struggling to untie the shoes in your drunken state and decided it would be best if he helped you so you wouldn’t fall. He bent down on one knee in front of you, ‘Oh my god Mase get up people are gonna think your proposing!’ You said as he lifted one of your legs so he could take your shoe off. 

‘No they won’t y/n. Now just hold on to me before you fall.’ He was being assertive with you and you don’t know why it was turning you on. You just stood and watched him. You admired the broadness of his shoulders and the way his muscles flexed as he worked at taking your shoes off. You realised that this was no longer a crush, it was full blown sexual attraction on your part. Mason set your foot on the ground again and looked up at you from his current position. ‘What you looking at me like that for?’ He said as he stood up. 

‘You’re just really sexy Mason and I think I love. Like I think I’ve loved you since we were 16.’ You said before you even had time to process it. Mason just stared at you not knowing what to say as he felt the same way. Your eyed widened once you realised what you said and looked at Mason as he just smiled and shock his head, ‘Your just really drunk y/n’ he replied and smiled at you before grabbing your hand to pull you into the taxi that had just pulled up. Mason got the two of you bundled into the back of the car and gave the taxi man his address. The entire journey to Mason’s house the both of you just there in silence, but holding hands as neither one wanted to release their grip on the other one. For you, you wanted to prove to Mason that your confession was genuine and not just fuelled by alcohol. And for him, he wanted to prove to you that he was thought the same but didn’t want to act on while you were both drunk. 

Once you got back to Mason house you both made your way into his kitchen to get some food. You didn’t really want food, but you knew that is were Mason would go as he would get a bag of peanut M&Ms. He always did when he was drunk. You realised that you knew every little thing about him at this point. You knew his habits, you knew his routines but what you didn’t know was if he loved you the same way you loved him. 

‘Mase I’m sorry about before I just had to get it out of my system and don’t want you to think that I said it because I was drunk or because I’m lonely now or- ‘ your rant was cut off with Mason’s lips on yours. It took you a minute to realise what he was doing before you responded. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you onto the counter and planted himself between your legs as you wrapped them round his waist. Both of you were on fire, neither of you had felt this good in a long time and you didn’t want it to end. Mason’s hands were all over your body and he felt you bring your hands down to his belt and before he realised what he was doing he pulled away and stepped back, leaving a gap between the two of you now. 

‘We can’t do this now. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you because I’m not,’ he stepped forward and took your face in his hands, resting his forehead on yours. ‘Because I love you too y/n but we need to talk about this sober. Tomorrow, we are gonna talk about this tomorrow, okay?’ He pecked your lips to reassure you. You just nodded and hugged him. This didn’t feel awkward, this felt right, even though everything was up in the air right now you just wanted to be near him. 

‘Can I sleep in your bed tonight, I don’t want to be alone?’ You said in a quiet voice looking down at your hands that were now fidgeting. ‘Yeah, course you can.’ Mason said as he lifted your handed to his lips to press a small kiss to them. He was reassuring you again as he knew you played with your hands when you were nervous. The two of you made your way up stairs and got ready for bed before crawling in to bed together. 

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You woke up the next morning to an empty bed in Mason’s room. You remembered everything from the night before. You found your phone on the bedside table and opened to find messages from Lily asking if you had finally slept with Mason or not. You replied to her messages with a ‘I’ll fill you in on a lot later.’ You locked your phone and threw it to the side. Your head was pounding so you decided to go in search for painkillers. Just as opened to door you found Mason standing at the top of his stairs with a bottle of water in his arm, a packet of painkillers, and two cups of tea in his hands. You smiled at him ‘you read my mind Mase,’ you giggled as you turned back into his room and made your way to his bed. 

‘I though we might need these, my heads banging.’ He said as he made his way into the room and set the tea on the bedside table at his side of the bed. He handed you the packet of tablet and bottle of water, which you gladly accepted. ‘Yeah last night was fun’ you nodded. It was awkward now. It wasn’t awkward last night but now you didn’t have the confidence boost alcohol gave you so you didn’t know how to address the topic. 

‘Listen Mase, about last night we don’t have to-’ ‘No stop that y/n, I want to talk about it because I have a lot of things I want to say, so can you please just let me say them and then we can go from there?’ You nodded your head and waited for him to start. 

‘I love you too. Like I think I have loved you since we were 16 too.’ you smiled as he repeated your words from last night, ‘I was shocked last night when you said that because I didn’t expect it and I tried to tell myself that you were just drunk because there was no way you could actually feel the same way as I do. I settled on just being your friend because that way I got to keep you in my life and even though it killed me every time I seen you with him I was happy because you were happy. I hate that guy for what he has done to you and if I ever see him I don’t know what I’ll do because he is so fucking stupid for letting someone like you go because you one of the most genuinely, thoughtful people out there not the mention you are fucking gorgeous so any guy would be stupid to let you go. And I include myself in that because I was so stupid to let you go all those years ago and I should have fought more for us and not cared about fucking up friendships or the group, I should have just went with my heart and loved you from then. We would have had 8 years together instead of watching each other be with other people.’

‘I want us to be together y/n. You don’t have to give me an answer now but I’ll wait for you until whenever, because it’s always been you y/n. There is literally no one else for me so please just think about it and give us a chance.’ He took a deep breathe and looked at you as he had just poured his whole heart out to you and felt so vulnerable. You had tears in your eyes and you were smiling. That was all you needed to hear before you jumped on him and kissed him. ‘I don’t know how to top that Mase, but everything you said I feel too. I love you. I love so much that I didn’t realise it until now.’ You said as you stared into his eyes while clinging to him like you were gonna lose him. 

‘So are you my girlfriend now or am I gonna have to do some grafting?’ He asked as he stroked you hair and moved his nose against yours. You pretended to think for a moment, ‘buy me a McDonalds breakfast and I’ll give you your answer.’ You teased. 

[threewaysdivided]

do you have any favorite dp or young justice fics you would recommend to your readership? or even fics outside of those two fandoms.

thank you! deathly weapons is one of my favorite things to read- and i especially love reading your meta on the subject- so anything you’ve read that you think is great/ has an interesting premise would be cool to see.

(Young Justice: Deathly Weapons)

💜🤍🖤 Thank you as well! 

I’m always astounded and delighted when people tell me they're rereading Deathly Weapons or anything else I wrote.  To me, one of the elements of a good story is it being something that you can return to, and it’s lovely to hear that I’m doing something right on that front. 

(Also I’m just so humbled that you would give my story your time like that.  I put a fair bit of my own time into Deathly Weapons, but that’s still a little piece of your life in return and it’s just… amazing.)

For me writing and meta are things that kind of ouroboros together.  I tend to engage with stories in a very inquisitive/ interrogative way - I want to understand the characters/ events/ world it’s trying to create as well as the mechanics behind the curtain - and I have a special place in my heart for stories that were constructed with enough thought to reward that kind of curiosity.  Which then reflects in my own writing and the behind-the-scenes planning work I do to make sure things hold up to inspection by other puzzlers.

3WD's Meta Collection

Danny Phantom Maddie & Jack | Vlad | Tucker | The trouble with Sam (+ follow ups) The Asexual Appeal | Reboot Thoughts | Ageswap AU

Young Justice Season 1 (and also DW) Let’s Analyse the Light | A Different Take on Martian Bigotry

Actually Critical YJ Analyses Masterpost | Invasion: a Detailed Dissection | Antithesis of Heroism (Bonus Rhyme)

And now…

Fanfic Recommendations

This one is actually a bit of a challenge for me because I consume media (and analysis) quite widely across a lot of fandoms.  I tend to draw eclectic inspiration from my whole ‘source-pool’ and its meta-patterns, so it’s hard for me to point to any one thing and say: ‘that specifically inspired part of DW’.

It’s also a little tricky because Deathly Weapons was partly inspired by me having some specific itches that I couldn’t find any stories to scratch. “People won't write the books I want, so I have to do it for myself” and so on and so forth. If you would like to make any recs based on DW then please do so, I would love to see them.

That said, my FFN Favourites and AO3 Bookmarks double as general recs lists - I tend to use my bookmarks/faves as quick-access for stories I want to revisit, so you can take anything on there as something I would potentially recommend to other people.

What I’d like to do now is give a more specific list of stories that are somewhat DW-adjacent or are doing interesting things with their premise/execution/characterisation:

Danny Phantom

Alibi (FFN) by MyAibou Gen | Complete | Post series (no PP) He was Dash Baxter. Football star. King of Casper High. The world was supposed to have been his oyster for at least another decade. So how did he end up in the basement lab of FentonWorks working for the dad of the kid he used to beat up in high school? And how far would he stick his neck out to protect that kid and whatever secret he was hiding from the government?

A Ghost Story (FFN) by Cordria Gen | Complete | Slowburn mystery AU Maddie finds a strange toy airplane in a field, and it leads her to learning some very interesting things about her family.

You know how I said I can’t usually point to something as direct inspiration for DW?  This is one of the exceptions: Maddie’s realisation very much inspired Robin’s similar one in CH12: Answers.

What Little Girls are Made Of (AO3) by Haiju Gen | Complete | Dani-centric reveal fic Phantom and his younger double save Amity Park from a monstrous ghost, nearly destroying themselves in the process. The Fentons have always hunted ghosts; now it's time to save one.

Young Justice

Before we begin, I would like to share this AO3 filter I use for YJ fics published pre-2019.  It won’t pick up any still-updating fics or older fics that might have migrated to AO3 since, but if you want to revisit what the fandom felt like before the Fire Nation attacked then this will come pretty close.

Age of Heroes (AO3) by VelkynKarma Gen | Complete | Zombie Apocalypse AU The apocalypse has come and gone and the Age of Heroes is long since over. There’s not much left to live for, but Wally’s never been one to give up without trying, and maybe there are still a few miracles—and heroes—left in the world.

The Fedora Verse  (AO3) by itsxandy Gen | Series | Complete | Villain!Wally Elseworld Wally West is the newest, fastest thief in Central City. His biggest offense so far? Making crime look this good.

No One Said Flying Was Easy (AO3) by Wrtrmd2 Gen | Complete | Robin origin story Eight year old Richard Grayson has just watched his parents fall to their deaths. Hurting and alone, he struggles to adjust to the new life he's thrown into. Bruce Wayne takes him in, but seems to have no idea what he's doing. Can they help each other put the pieces of their broken lives back together?

Morals (FFN) by WonderWalrus Spitfire | Complete | CW: graphic depictions of violence When a mission takes a turn for the worse, Wally is captured by Shadows and held captive in a secret base. Alone and afraid, he finds himself talking to the only person who will listen: the blonde archer guarding him who refuses to give her name.

Coming of Rage (AO3) by BlackFriar Gen | Complete | CW: graphic depictions of violence Batman is infected with rage, leading Robin and Kid Flash on a mad dash through Gotham to find the cure before Batman destroys either himself…or someone he cares about.

Danny Phantom x Young Justice (or Teen Titans)

Turning Tables (FFN) by Blackwolfhunting TT x DP | Gen | Complete | Post TUE AU | CW: experimentation When the Teen Titans face a new apprentice from Slade, what are they to do especially when this one can turn Invisible and hide from their sights. Though they receive surprising help that just might help reveal the mystery around this new apprentice and why exactly he hates one Vlad Masters' guts.

Shoutout to this as the first proper fanfiction I ever read and the one that started me on the path into fandom.  If you’re wondering where ThreeWaysDivided began, you can look here.  (I ask that you not hold it against them: they knew not what would happen and no doubt meant well).

Unfair Justice (FFN) by Daruku Janubu  DP x YJ | Gen | Discontinued |CW: Post-dissection fic Within the cargo box of a missing truck, the team found something that would redefine their view on justice. For sometimes, believing you are doing what is right makes innocent people suffer; and sometimes, saving people's lives is not enough to make you their hero.

Not the first YJ x DP fic I ever read but this is the first one I remember really sticking with me.  Warning for heavy content but lovely style.  Also, coincidentally, by the artist who drew the cover which first enticed me into checking out Turning Tables.  Because life, like fic, is sometimes very well written.

The Heart of a Hero (FFN) by Rookey DP x YJ | Gen | Hiatus/ Discontinued | Post TUE AU With the whole world blaming him for an accident that killed thousands, Danny Fenton finds himself living day-to-day in a rather peaceful city he thought to be widely overlooked by the Justice League. But the heart of a hero knows no bounds, and Danny finds staying hidden to be much harder than he anticipated; especially when Happy Harbor isn't nearly as "overlooked" as he thought.

Control (FFN) by nikodark  DP x YJ | Gen | Abandoned | CW: kidnapping & violence Dick Grayson gets kidnapped a lot. A whole lot. We all know that tired trope. But this time he gets kidnapped by a ghost.

The Half-Finished, Half-Assed Guide to Being Half-Dead: By a Half-Ghost (AO3) by ItsyBitsyBatsySpider DP x YJ | Gen | Ongoing Dick Grayson is thrown into a world he didn't even know existed, with powers that he can barely understand, and Danny Fenton did not expect to become a ghost mentor when the Justice League came knocking on his door.

Red Eyes (FFN) by art-is-a-bang-yeah  DP x YJ | Gen | Complete | Post TUE AU | CW: abuse During a benefit Bruce and his charge meet Vlad masters and his son Daniel, a boy with blood red eyes. When Bruce notices a few things seem off about the teen, he decides he should investigate and what he discovers is much darker than he thought possible.

Ghost of A Chance (AO3) by MirrorandImage TT x DP | Gen | Complete | CW: PTSD & former abuse At a financial gala, Robin finds a curious girl who only has one thing to say: "Tell Danny I'm alive."

Other fandoms and crossovers

E.Nigma Investigations (AO3) by Gh0stWriter, zorasublime (Dr_Skeletons) Batman Elseworld | Gen | Series | Quasi-1940s Noir Mystery Recently-reformed and even more recently-released from Arkham Asylum, Edward Nigma is struggling to find work as a Private Eye. A changed Gotham greets him; marred by the scars of a harrowing catastrophe that put real fear into the public and shifted the dynamic of the Rogues. Cobblepot is on the rise and, with the Joker leaving burned bridges in his wake, the city's underworld is more dangerous for Harley Quinn than she wants to believe. Police, doctors and former friends on all sides, suspiciously-specific fires breaking out in the slums and Whispers of something more horrifying on the horizon. What a time to try to go straight.

What the Cat Dragged In (AO3) by Kryal Miraculous Ladybug x Early MCU | Gen | Complete Tony's pretty sure it's written into cosmic law somewhere: superheroes are not supposed be cute. Apparently, no one's told these two. He’s okay with that.

They're Us (FFN) by Goldenbrook15  Young Justice x Justice League Unlimited | Gen | Abandoned When Young Justice’s Team land themselves in another dimension by accident and then manage to escape the entire Justice League (who strangely don't know them at all) and flee into the world outside, Batman can only come to one conclusion, "They're us, from a different world."

Happytown (AO3) by TMBrown Zootopia | Gen | Complete | Buddy-cop investigation A special assignment leads Judy and Nick into a tangled web of history in Nick's childhood home, while Judy deals with the consequences of her fame back in Bunnyburrow.

Good Neighbors (AO3) by PitViperOfDoom My Hero Academia | Gen | Series | Complete | Leverage AU Sometimes you miss your calling, but that doesn't mean you won't find it again in an unexpected place.

the family brooklyn (AO3) by tactfulGnostalgic Spider-man: Into the Spiderverse | Gen | Series | Complete A series of fics set in the Spiderverse, about home and its variations.

Developmental Milestones (AO3) by audreycritter Batman (comics) | Gen | Complete | OC Centric Dr. Kiran Devabhaktuni is a neurosurgeon. He's the neurosurgeon that cut a tumor out of Bruce Wayne's skull. At first, Dev was just coming around for tea with Alfred. But somehow he's now working as the doctor for the Wayne Family. And the Wayne family? Also the Batman Family.

I don’t usually recommend OC-centric fics but Dev is one of the best support characters I have ever encountered.  10/10 very good Batdoctor.

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach (AO3) by Nnm Good Omens (TV) | Gen | Complete As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following: --His clothing was expensive and stylish; --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne; --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;” --He looked angry; --He was wearing sunglasses. What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

Other media recs

Going to finish off with a little tangent (as is my wont).  Sometimes I get the sense that Deathly Weapons is built a little different from the average crossover fic, and I think part of it is that I draw a fair bit of inspiration and stylistic influence from traditionally published media across a bunch of genres.  Here are a few of those:

Works that directly influenced Deathly Weapons

The Millennium Trilogy Book Series | Mystery/ Modern Noir | Trilogy | Complete | CW: MA15+ Millennium publisher Mikael Blomkvist has made his reputation exposing corrupt establishment figures.  Enigmatic delinquent security specialist Lisbeth Salander is a genius computer hacker who tolerates no restrictions placed on her by individuals, society or the law. They were men who hated women, and she was the woman who hates men who hate women.

This is one of my favourite mystery/ crime series and provided a fair amount of inspiration for DW in terms of structural, tonal and stylistic elements (especially in chapters like the Prologue and Phenomenon).  People familiar with this series might recognise some direct stylistic homages in future chapters. Trigger warning:  This series deals heavily in subjects of bigotry (especially misogyny), abuse (personal, sexual and institutional) and violence against women, and includes explicit depictions and discussions.  MA15+, reader discretion is advised.

The Kingkiller Chronicles Book Series | Fantasy | Trilogy | Incomplete (2/3 Published) I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep. My name is Kvothe. You may have heard of me

One of my favourite fantasy series, and a big inspiration in terms of prose and style as well as some character dynamics.  Fans may recognise direct homages in some of DW’s chapter titles, such as Roads to Safe Places and Ill-Lit Ships.

The Book Thief Book | Historical Fiction | CW: War, Nazism/ Antisemitism, Death It’s just a small story really, about, among other things: a girl; some words; an accordionist; some fanatical Germans; a Jewish fist-fighter; and quite a lot of thievery. I saw the book thief three times.

This book has my all-time favourite prose in terms of lyricism and imagery, as well as its ability to speak to loss and find beauty in the human condition even under horrific circumstances.  I sometimes re-read it as part of preparation for writing emotionally heavy chapters like Roads to Safe Places, and fans might recognise some direct stylistic homages.

Avatar: The Last Airbender TV Series (Animated) | Fantasy/ Martial Arts In a war-torn world of elemental magic, a young boy reawakens to undertake a dangerous mystic quest to fulfill his destiny as the Avatar, and bring peace to the world.

What can I say about A:TLA that hasn’t already been said by a million other writers and story analysts?  I certainly took some structural and emotional cues from this show and the discussions around it when planning DW’s overarching story.

Other ones you might like

I’m going to bundle Psychonauts 2, Leverage and Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse together as I have discussed them at length in another recommendation post but if you enjoyed any of the story flavours in Young Justice Season 1 then these will probably scratch some similar itches.

If you like young adult spy stories that are played more for tension/ intrigue than fantasy then you may enjoy the Alex Rider book series.  I reread the first book, Stormbreaker, while working on the last third of the Black Gold mission.

The Bartimaeus Sequence is a very entertaining series of YA Urban Fantasy political intrigues featuring magic and demons, narrated mostly by a djinn who has some pointed comments to make about humanity.   Those who like their Urban Fantasy with intrigue/ crime elements, villain protagonists and/or banter may also like the Artemis Fowl series (YMMV on the last 2 books, which were written later and somewhat divisive for their shift in style and focus).

Speaking of morally ambiguous intrigue-heavy Urban Fantasy, the Death Note manga is a fun cat-and-mouse murder-thriller between two ruthless strategists.

Fullmetal Alchemist is another deservedly well-renowned modern fantasy manga with mystery/ political intrigue elements, which has some broad-strokes overlaps with A:TLA in terms of structure, tone and general thesis on humanity.

Spiritfarer is a cozy indie management game about dying.  This might seem like a bit of a dark horse offering but a major component of DW Arc II’s planned main character thread is about the journey through (and specificity of) grief.  If that is something you enjoy then Spiritfarer is a concentrated dose of that in an exceptionally executed, insightful, gentle and touching form, with a gorgeous soundtrack.

Another dark horse offering coming in to land (heh) is Air Crash Investigations (also known as Mayday: Air Disaster), a documentary series about aviation forensics.  As discussed here, it’s a very good example of fair-mystery style investigative storytelling grounded in human tragedy - especially from Season 11 onwards.  Fair warning: if you have issues with planes or flying then you may want to tread carefully here.

And with that I think we’ll stop for now.  Hope you find something you like in the list.  Please feel free to add on any recs of your own!

[acefaun]

Huedhaut Wins the Quidditch Championship

First off, this isn't in legit fic-formation. I just jotted down this dream 5 minutes ago when I woke up to share. 🤭 So there's no grammar check or spell check or any real structure. Just my crazy brain hallucinations.

So I had a wild dream that the Department of Wishes represented Gryffindor, Punishments represented Ravenclaw, the Dark Gods represented Slytherin, and Reborn Gods like MC represented Hufflepuff and they were all gathered for a Quidditch championship.

The only reason I know how they were all sorted is because I noticed the house colors they were wearing while they were tossing a quaffle around like some jockey idiots.

The real interesting part of my dream was that the dark gods were trying to cheat! Because we all had to take an exam before the matches could begin. Their goal was to impersonate the gods from the other houses and make them fail so that Slytherin would have top scores in everything.

Of course, I, a lovely Hufflepuff, found out about their nefarious plan and made a move to stop them when everyone was supposed to be in bed after curfew. It was tricky because there was a goblin on guard duty and we all know how scary goblins can be.

But Dumbledore was there to help! He needed the library goblin to help him find a specific painbrush made out of very specific hairs. (That was the more nonsensical part of my dream.) But it luckily worked out becuase I was able to get past the scary goblin and make it further into the scary library where the exam records were being placed.

BUT WHAT WAS IN THE ROOM OF EXAM RECORDS? Lightning! Not to mention, it looked like the exams were hidden within an illusion of a town. But I was determined to help my gods even if they were on separate Quidditch teams from me. Besides, for some reason my heart was really for Huedhaut and I wanted him to be the true Quidditch Champion!

It turned out that the lightning wasn't that hard to avoid because it would spark before touching down. So, you'd know before you'd get electrocuted. Needless to say, I succeeded in destroying the fake exam records and escaping back to my dorm without a hitch!

Only the next day were the Slytherins surprised to find that the other houses passed their exams with flying colors. Their plan failed and they knew it was I, the tampering Hufflepuff, who foiled their scheme!

However, I had the gods from Gryffindor there to back me up and they took me to the field where they had a huge pre-game celebration(again, they all looked like some excited jockey idiots in their quidditch uniforms.) Think football tailgating... But Quidditch style.

So after saving everyone's scores and getting targeted by the Slytherin dark gods, I sat the game out and cheered on Huedhaut through the game as he proceeded to lead his team to win the Championship! ✨ The end!

I just jotted all that down in like 15 minutes 🤭 I hope it was legible.

[branded-perceptions]

Anger is a natural boundary defence mechanism. It emerges when

A) whatever you consider "your most personal and intimate space" (30 centimetres around your body, your livelihood survival, family members) of most basic life needs get threatened

but also when

B) whatever you cathect your as "conscious" mind psychotic self-justifying and rationalising "inner predictions" (Free Energy Principle by Karl Friston) in

like group-identities🏟👏👏👏 {{{Team identifications, brand identities, 🎶"my dream Akira the Don", fanhoods, national identities, ... 🔍George Orwell letters about nationalism ... ever observed irrational insane fights between diverse sport team identifications? Gary vee can show you what the term "being nuts" means! 🔍Hitler had only one ball⚽️🏈🏟👏👏👏🗣. This doesn't mean sport team identifications would be "bad" - they are actually very functional and beneficial to channell and tame these insane dynamics of collective daddy issues that would otherwise be projected upon nationalism or more dangerous ideologies' gooning of CUNTs that cannot use categorical imperatives by Immanual KANT. Gary vee should watch more football instead of projecting his psychotic nature upon destroying other peoples' causal lives with unreflective mindless branding misguiding collective emotional directions}}}

or status symbols (fantasy space)

or storytelled "legacy" that SUBJECTIVELY to YOU (and not neccessarily society at large) is "positivity" (emotions are subjective)

or "your empire" of posessions / investments

or whatever you "build" as 🎶"business💸💉💸 - Eminem"

is threatened. Remember the last time you have done some work on an electronic device and it crashed without saving your work progress making you loose hours of your "materialised" "inner predictions" you brought to an objective form which then was lost. It made you angry, didn't it? Something would be off if it wouldn't. It evolved for good reasons. It tends to be natural in all humans and applied to all social construct and communication realms like symbolic🎅 convergence🎅❤️🛐.

The important difference is if you learn to consciously be aware, steer, self-regulate, process and release it in healthy ways and listen to (irony of) these underlying dynamics (in yourself and also in other people: empathy) or if you repress it, splitt it and get psychotic

which essentially is about subconsciously trying to avoid (due to not having learned how to listen to, value and process) exactly that underlying anger, shame, humiliation, fear of "being boring" ... usually because people due similar like Gary Vees daddy issues like lack of healthy masculine introject (🎶feel the silence - depeche mode) are not CONTENT with themselves so they cling onto (🔍Gary Vee enjoying the process = 🎶"public service announcement - S3RL") from causal life values detached🎈media "CONTENT" neurochemistry reinforcement they seem to need more than the causal oxygen we all breathe: 🎥"GaryVee is oxygen🩸 - thatsokeywest".

Now if we do not experience via our childhood's masculine role models like father and grandfather how to both regulate but simultaneously freely shamelessly express our anger in civilised ways

[[an ideal father figure (which equals the ideal social authority) NEVER gets violent or impulsive but calmly shows via his "Darth-Vader-like" voice tonality whenever he is irritated or his boundaries🥜 threatened by something while simultaneously never abandoning the child in these situations but, instead, dialectically discuss it via introspection & notorious scepticism while directing the tension towards meritocratic calm interpersonal logic problem solving - and so should we as society at large: 🎶Feel the silence - depeche mode]]

we tend to seek this comforting experience as fake attachement (🎥Dr Gabor mate about authenticity vs attachement) in the above mentioned external group-identities' status "heaven"🤥😷😇 or "success stories" or irrational useless monetary investments show-off stuff⌚️🏎⌚️ (#NFTs, excess watches, fancy cars) whose mental focus of attention and "inner predictions" via conditioning "positively" (NEUROSIS = 🔍Gary Vee talks about positivity) repress our natural innate anger (towards anything that threatens these inner predictions & shared identities) that we thus push deeply into our thereby darkened Jungian shadow (🎥the dark side of Gary Vee)

which thus as mimetic wall (FORECLOSURE)

A) similar like Berlin Wall polarises diverse "group-identities"

B) upholds a collective shared NEUROSIS of shared attention focus mistaken for "positivity" while via psychological splitting deeming as "negativity" everything that threatens to provoke the repressed, shamed and intolerated anger that naturally emerges IN EVERYONE (if you deny it you are just ignorant of your innate nature and thus make it worse and worse) when your internal predictions get threatened ("prediction errors" as explored by Karl Friston, #divineSparks✨️ of enlightening insecuri-tease / loving self-doubts / caring pre-diction t-errors)

C) suppresses the valid anger of average population whose most crucial boundaries of all our quite similar basic shared life needs thus in all sorts of topics are threatened or endangered💉☠️💉 by the actions resulting from the diverse shared neuroses and foreclosures of themselves psychotically self-justifying (white bear problem: 🎶complicated - Avril Lavigne) group-identities🏟👏👏👏 and business💸💉💸 structures that those responsibly for it cathect their "inner predictions" into while thereby via their unconsciously shared repressed anger behind THESE FICTIONAL CONSTRUCTS🌛🛐 (metaphorical "eye of Horus") colluding to "positively" devalue

the in causal realities🌞 relation to our shared life force of all our "houses" more legitimate boundary defense anger (Pharaos called that socio-psychological dynamic "eye of RA") of those whose most basic life needs get threatened by the causal creation consequences of these FANTASIES (🔍one love💸💉💸🤗 vaynerMedia) in REAL LIFE💉☠️💉, idiots.

This pattern can be observed all throughout history regarding all sorts of topics and would be more peacefully, naturally, if we as society would understand how IRONIC PROCESSES (fictional constructs of mind are always psychotic by definition) serves as natural ventile to via goofy irony and grace more sensibility process own anger as well as communicate it to others and sense and observe the boundaries which was functionality medieval nursery rhymes. This was why all the royals surrounded themselves with poets and Folklore entertainers and artists to "observe the vibes" that naturally communicate the desires and boundary threats of average people, it wasn't for fun you idiots! It was to mimetically stay ahead and control the "Wolf pack" of the dark triad (the dark force in star wars)

1. that due (often in childhood traumas rooted) psychological ID🍌💦 addiction to overvaluation of external reward structures' 🎶"Gold Cobra - Limp Bizkit" naturally does not pay attention about via shared psychosis of from average life needs detached🎈 external structures naturally emerging ironic processes ("slipping on banana peel") of their causally abusive psychosis (🔍Gary Vee loves his impersonators)

2. and via modulation🪄 ("Quantum world") of these collective psychotic explanatory mind constructs of society keep in check how they otherwise without introspective superego (🎶advertise me - Wendell B) boundaries🥜👑🥜 "positively" abuse average population's "houses" that in return trusted (often via average populations' intellectual orders, secret societies & occult) their (ad) "royalties" (nowadays "brand love") to take care of these group-insanities as "Master devil" which we can decentralise if all start to more habitually embrace in logic causal meaning grounded ironic processes (🔍the celestine prophecy) driving collective problem solving dialectics in

🎶God's Country - Lambrini Girls

[demon-animatronic]

Forgot to do this earlier but here are

My thoughts on Phantom of the Mall: Eric’s Revenge

- Barely 5 minutes in and he already got his first kill on the kill count.

- Those are some giant ass vents

- Hello Christine. I mean Melody and also this movie’s Meg and Raoul

- Yeeees this Eric seems to be a sewer goblin like the real Erik!

- Peter/Raoul seems like a douchebag tbh

- I do find it interesting that it’s reversed in this movie. Instead of being childhood friends and sweethearts with Peter, it’s Eric that Melody loved from the start.

- Sir, what have these security guards done to you other than coming close to catching you.

- Ew. Never mind. Slaughter all the creepy pervs that the security guards are. Have fun, Eric!

- As far as I’m concerned, Eric has been justified in killing the guards.

- Ah yes the classic car won’t start and main character gets attacked after opening the hood.

- But at least Eric is there to save the day from whoever that creepy perv is.

- Poor teen!Eric. Lost his family and home via Arson for the most fucked up of reasons.

- “fired” very funny, asshole

- So instead of being a musical genius, teen Eric from the 80s(?) is a gym buff and was probably the quarterback for his high school football team too.

- But hey I give him credit for training himself to be ready to take on his family’s murderers. And those that ruined his life.

- Peter is an idiot but I get why he did that.

- Dude did you not get your arrow injury taken care of at all? Also I guess this Eric has pet snakes. That was fucked up but also justified.

- Of course they never heard of the Arsonist. THEY hired him to kill Eric and his family to begin with. All to build a stupid mall where their house once stood.

- On the plus side, Eric seems to still be protective of ALL of his friends. He was getting pissed watching the little punk be a creep towards Melody’s bestie. Then killed him.

- And now the arsonist is trying to kill them. Again in Melodys case since he tried to the night of the fire.

- Yet again Eric saves the love of his life and childhood sweetheart.

- Aaaand now they are digging up Eric’s supposed grave.

- Meanwhile Eric is placing bombs in the mall.

- Mel, your former boyfriend is doing a lot for you even though you are unconscious at the moment. Actually he’s been doing a lot all movie.

- A little over a hour in and she’s finally in his ‘lair’

- Aww he unmasked himself. God his poor vocal chords got fucked too. And this isn’t an adult either. He’s technically still a kid at around 16 or 17.

- Mel’s thought process right now:

I have a life above ground: Valid

I love a guy I just met a few days ago more than you, my childhood sweetheart and boyfriend I just found out was really alive all along: Not valid.

- Seriously wtf is wrong with you, girl. No wonder that was the straw that broke the camels back and made him start the timer on the bomb. He’s feeling nothing but pure rage now. Especially since YOU always felt he was still alive. Not to mention him leaving you your fav flowers, leaving you an outfit you wanted but couldn’t afford, and playing your couple song in your place of work.

- And now he has gone full psycho. Like wanting to go back to above ground is completely valid. But you aren’t exactly helping him out by calming him. You’re just pissing him off more. Especially over a guy you just met. It’s making you look stuck up and not in love with Eric anymore over how he looks and sounds now rather than because he’s a psycho murderer now.

- Thank you, Eric for killing those two motherfuckers. I think that’s everyone that was involved with the arson one way or another.

- But alas you are dead now for real. If you being on fucking fire didn’t kill you. That explosion certainly did. Hopefully you can rest in peace and get reunited with your parents in the afterlife.

Anyway this movie is so dumb it’s good. I can’t help but feel for this Erik too. Especially since he was just a teen that had his life destroyed by a bunch of greedy bastards. Not to mention being alone for a year. No wonder he lost his goddamn mind. He was probably dreaming of Melody staying with him and then got denied and the last of his dreams crushed.

[lunding24baldwin]

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[crysalita]

Left Behind

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Word Count: 2439

Warnings: Suicide mentioned when Bo is telling the story about Trudy.

I had to admit that I never actually wanted to be here, on a road trip that is, but somehow I had managed to find myself getting an invite from Carly, who claimed there needed to be more girls. I reluctantly agreed to tag along, and so far I was regretting that poorly made decision.

I was a third wheel as I lagged behind Carly and Wade. I felt as if all I had done so far since we arrived in this town was either roll my eyes or sigh at their constant flirting. If I had of known that this is what my day was going to consist of then I would have said no in a heartbeat.

The small town we had arrived in gave me strange vibes, whether it was because the town was oddly empty even though we could hear chatter, or whether it was because of the two men that we had come across.

Bo, the man that works at the gas station, spent most of the time eyeing me down after the run in at the church, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“So, Y/n. What did you think about Bo? He seems to have taken quite an interest in you.” Carly teased, nudging my shoulder.

We were in the gas station looking for whatever part that Wade needed.

“Don’t be stupid, he was just being friendly.” I scowled.

“Coming from a guys perspective, he definitely finds you hot.” Wade spoke up.

I sent him a glare. “Just look for that part.”

“He’s got everything, but a 15 inch. I’ll just have to use a 16 inch.” Wade grabbed a hold of the strap that he needed, but we were startled when we heard another voice.

“Are you planning on stealing that?” When I turned around, I was met with Bo leaning against the door frame, still in his suit and tie. I had to admit that the suit did look good on him.

“No, we just didn’t know how much longer you were gonna be, and you know, we didn’t wanna interrupt again.” Wade rushed out. “But I left you some money on the counter, but you don’t even really have the right size. You don’t have any 15 inches.”

“I do at the house.” Bo replied, not looking in the slightest bit like he was convinced by Wade’s constant stuttering, I couldn’t blame him though, Wade made us look more suspicious than we actually were.

“Look, I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea that we’re in here.” Carly attempted to ease the tension.

“Yeah, we already feel bad enough after interrupting the first time, we just didn’t want to do it again.” I smiled politely. In return, Bo sent me one of his own smiles and gestured for us to come out of the shed.

“No worries. That was in the past. We can move on from that.” Bo replied as he held the door open for us.

“You keep fan belts at your house?” Wade asked.

“I get things delivered there when I’m not here. Look, if you want to hold onto the 16, that’s fine by me.” Bo was looking more agitated by the minute.

“No, it’s okay.”

Bo led us outside of the gas station and we began our journey to the house that Bo lived at. My legs were already tired enough as it was from all the walking we had done, and I honestly wasn’t trying to do anymore.

“So, is it too late to sign Carly up for that beauty pageant?” Wade asked with a smirk on his face.

“Now unfortunately it is, well at least for you-” Bo turned and nodded in my direction. “-Because you have won, hands down.” I blushed slightly at his comment but shook it off quickly as I looked away.

“Thank you.” I mumbled. My gaze landed on Carly who was giving me a smug smile to which I rolled my eyes at.

“That house of Wax is pretty cool.” Wade changed the subject. This caught Bo’s attention.

“You went inside?”

“Yeah, it was unlocked.”

“I did try to tell them they shouldn’t, but they both happen to be very stubborn.” I didn’t dare step foot into the House of Wax. Knowing myself I would probably end up ruining the art in there, and I would never forgive myself if I destroyed someone’s art that they, more than likely, spent hours trying to create. I did manage to get quick look inside when Carly and Wade entered, and it truly was amazing.

“Everything seems to be unlocked ‘round here, don’t it? Thank you for having respect.” I was rewarded with another one of his smiles that really did compliment his face, although he did use quite an odd choice of words as it made him seem all the creepier.

I shared a look between the other two, who were also very creeped out.

“I did get a look inside though, when they opened the door that is, and the wax sculptures are amazing.” I complimented. I was a bit bummed out that I couldn’t see the artwork up close to see their full detail, but my conscious got to the best of me and now I was glad that I didn’t go in.

“Yeah, people used to come and see it from miles away. Trudy was the main artist.” I could imagine the amount of people that I wanted to see it, but for some reason there wasn’t any.

“What about Vincent?” Carly questioned. “I saw his name on a lot of the work.”

“One of Trudy’s boys.”

“That family must be very talented. Are any of them still around? I would love to meet them, and maybe they could help me out with some of my own art.” I commented.

“Oh- no. It’s a horrible story. Trudy’s husband, Doctor Sinclair, he was a doctor. He got his licence revoked for doing surgery’s on the side, you know, stuff that most doctors wouldn’t do. So, he moved him and Trudy out here to Ambrose, made a fresh start in medical practise and Trudy found her calm with the whole wax sculpture thing.” Bo explained as we walked past the House of Wax. “It was her dream to do something incredible here. Then she had a couple of kids-”

“What’s so horrible about that?”

“Trudy got a cyst in her brain, she just started rottin’ away.” My eyes widened as Bo continued the story. It was really starting to take a dark turn. “Couldn’t work no more, she went crazy, and it got so bad, that Doctor Sinclair had to strap her up to the bed. The whole town could hear her screaming from the house. And Doctor Sinclair was so depressed that he couldn’t save her he-” Bo creates a gun with his fingers and pretends to shoot himself in the head. “Blew his head right off.”

“That’s horrible.” I mumbled.

By now we were approaching the last house on the road, meaning this was where Bo was staying. The sky was getting darker and darker by the minute, making the situation all the more terrifying.

“Hey, uh, why don’t you three hop in, and I’ll go get that fanbelt for ya’” Bo opened the door to his car and gestured for us to hop in.

“No, we actually have some friends picking us up where the roads washed out.” Carly interrupted.

“I’ll give ya’ a lift there. It’s the least I could do then for making ya’ll wait.” Carly and I both turned to Wade who was nodding his head.

“Could I use the toilet?” I asked Bo as Carly hopped into the car.

“Yeah, of course. You said you need to use the can too, didn’t ya?” Bo faced Wade. He then proceeded to ask Carly the same question before he led us into his house.

The house was nothing less than what I expected, not that I expected much. To no surprise, it was quite messy, but I couldn’t hold that against Bo, as he most likely wasn’t expecting guests.

“So, where ya’ headed too anyway?”

“Uh, where just headed to a football game.” Wade answered.

“Bathrooms just down the hall. Let me get out of this jacket and tie, and I’ll get the fanbelt. I have another bathroom upstairs for ya’ to use.” I followed Bo up the stairs as Wade walked down the hall. I began feeling nervous as now I was left alone. “You interested in football?” Bo cocked his head to the side as he looked at me. I found myself staring a little longer than I should have, which Bo took notice of too, as his lips twitched up into a sly smirk.

“No, not really. Just here for Carly.” Bo nodded his head along with what I was saying before he popped another question, a very unexpected question.

“I take it ya’ single than?”

“What makes you think that?” I stammered.

“Well, considering those two are tied to the hip, that would most likely mean that if ya’ were seeing someone, then they’d be 'ere too.” Bo explained as he shrugged off his jacket. “And if it were me, I wouldn’t let ya’ out of my sight. Especially in a town I’ve never been in.” Bo opened a door that revealed to be the second bathroom he owned. I walked in and closed the door and instantly let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding.

This man was making me feel all kinds of things, and I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

I did my business and exited the bathroom to see Bo waiting outside, this time he was dressed in casual clothing, and no longer rocked a suit and tie. I had to admit that this man could certainly pull off both looks.

“Did you need help getting anything? I don’t mind helping.” I offered.

“That would be nice, thank you.” I followed behind Bo, who led us into the garage that was covered in tools and what I could only assume was car parts.

“Is it always this quiet in town?” I watched as Bo gathered some things and placed them in crate he had. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I waited where he had placed down the crate.

“Depends on the day, I guess. Sometimes it can be noisy, believe or not, and some days it’s dead silent. Today just so happens to be one of those days.” Bo mumbled.

All of a sudden the lights were cut off and everything went pitch black. I immediately put my arms out to reach for something to grab a hold of. “Bo?” I held my hand out in the direction of where Bo was last stood. “Bo? Where are you?” I felt his hand come in contact with my own.

“I’m right here, sweets.” I was thankful the lights were off so Bo couldn’t see the blush spread out across my burning face. “I don’t know what happened.” The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed throughout the garage, and then I heard the sound of the horn from outside.

“They must be waiting for us.” I muttered to no one in particular. The lights then turned on and I found myself extremely close to Bo as his chest was almost plastered to my back. “Sorry about that. That was childish.” I apologised I pulled myself away from Bo.

“Nothing to be sorry for. Ya’ get a little scared of the dark, nothing to be ashamed of.” Bo picked up the crate of tools. “I’m going to take this stuff out to the truck. Would you mind finding the wrench for me? It should be in one of the drawers over there.” Bo nodded his head in the direction of where the cupboard filled with drawers were before he exited the garage.

Everything felt scarier now that I was alone and everything around me was silent. I could hear my own breathing with how silent it was, and I hated it.

I searched through the different drawers before I found the wrench that I was looking for.

I began hearing shouting from outside and I quickly made my way outside, only to find the truck driving away and Bo standing outside, the tools scattered across the ground. “Bo, what happened?” I slowly approached Bo who was seething with anger, that was until he turned around to me. His face relaxed as he locked eyes with my own.

“Your little friends just decided to drive off with my truck. I guess they forgot that there was a third one with them.” My mood dulled at his words. How could they just leave me like that? “Hey, don’t let them get ya’ down. You don’t need 'em. Especially after the way they’ve acted today.” That didn’t change the fact that someone that I considered to be my best friend, had just left me behind to run off with her boyfriend, did I ever really mean anything to her. “Listen, I have another truck at the station, if ya’ like, we could walk down tomorrow morning and I could drive ya’ where you need to go.”

“That’d be great. Thanks.” Bo walked back inside, forgetting about the tools that were lying all around.

“You can sleep on the couch for tonight. I’ll get ya’ some blankets to keep ya’ warm. Did ya’ want something to eat?” Bo yelled out as he walked up the stairs.

“I’m good.” I called back. I sat down on the couch and stared off into nothing, this day was going horrible. I sighed as I placed my head into my hands and tiredly rubbed my eyes.

“Hey, ya’ know. I’d love to see ya’ some more. I wasn’t lying when I said ya’ were pretty. Definitely caught my eye.” Bo placed down the blankets on the end of the couch as he sat down beside me.

I found myself blushing for what felt like the millionth time today. “Really? I’d like to see you more too.” I whispered, looking everywhere but the man beside me.

Bo placed his finger on my chin and guided me to look in his direction. “Look at me when ya’ speak. I want to see ya’.”

Before I knew it, we had spent what felt like hours talking on that couch before I eventually got tired and fell asleep, and that was definitely the only good part about my day, getting to talk to Bo.

[footballffbarbiex]

To Love All Of Me. 18.

Player: Eric Dier Words:1,857 Request and warning: far too long to post the request here (but check at the end for it at the end) but the warnings are: pushing Eric away, being a big girl and having huge insecurities. A lot of frustrated thoughts and self-destroying traits.

It didn't feel right to turn this into a smut, but I hope it's ok despite all of the angst. Insecurities can truly bring out the worst in us.

I don’t think I ended up posting this? I can’t find it but yeah. here we go. 

____

The night you met Eric, you’d been feeling brave, certainly gutsy and with a few glasses of liquid courage in the form of wine, you’d made your way over to the footballer and flashed him your best smile. Somehow, it had worked. Eric had given you one, two, three and more looks and it seemed that was all it was needed for his attention to be gained.

Once the alcohol had worn off and you’d looked at your phone the next day, the confidence you’d had then had disappeared much like the evening itself. Eric had text, asking how your head was and to see if he could take you out for something to soak up any remaining booze. Your nerves had shot up, you’d scrutinised every outfit in your wardrobe until you’d found as close to the perfect one as you could possibly get.

What you’d thought would be one afternoon for him to be polite and soften the blow as to why he didn’t actually want to continue this quickly turned into a long-term relationship. With Eric, you didn’t feel pressured to act a certain way and you didn’t get the feeling that he was faking his interest. If he was acting, then he was damn good at it. His eyes would soften, you’d feel his heart pounding beneath your hands or against your body depending on which part of you was touching his chest.

You’ve never thought you could be this comfortable around someone, let alone with Eric. The idea of being with someone who could choose anyone and yet still choose you to be the one they sleep next to at night and share their life with filled you with happiness and confusion. It’s not that you thought of yourself as a bad person, it was just a mind-blowing concept that someone in the public eye could feel this way about you. But Eric was just Eric with you. He didn’t brag about his somewhat celebrity status, his wealth or what was at his fingertips if he required it and that was part of the reason you loved him.

But as much as you felt comfortable and relaxed with him, being that way was another matter. You’d feel yourself lifting up whenever he pulled you down on his knee, forcing the weight into your feet to try and relieve some from his body and if you did manage to remain on his lap with his arms around you, you’d make an excuse and climb off after only a few minutes to save his thighs.

If the two of you went anywhere for a date, your body was pulled into a pair of Spanx to help try and suck in your belly and hips, smoothing out any lumpy areas, especially as you sat down. It didn’t matter how hungry you may have been, you found yourself ordering the most filling but with the smallest portion available. Deep down, you knew this wasn’t a healthy way of thinking, especially as none of it had been caused by Eric himself but you couldn’t help it.

It felt as though the more you pulled away from him, the more Eric tried to make you feel loved. He tried whatever he could. The pet name “beautiful” rolled from his tongue in a natural way and always had, he bought you flowers for no and all reasons; he didn’t need a special day to do so. Though he’d always left you notes on his empty pillow when he’d leave for away matches, he started to do it just because he could. You liked this, would trace your fingers over his words until you found yourself murmuring them as you read them.

And it’s these letters that you sit reading right now. You’re curled up with a glass of wine, a lamp on a low setting to create a peaceful atmosphere. You look over them as they spill from your lap and over onto the rest of the couch. Words telling you what he loves about you, how happy you make him. Words reiterating what his actions have also shown you.

“Why can’t you just believe these, you silly cow,” you find yourself muttering before taking a sip of your wine. You’d been insecure before Eric, but something was just heightened this time around, despite him going above and beyond.

A sinking feeling begins in your stomach and you hate the taste of sickness that builds. Eric would no doubt be on the flight now to head back out to Portugal on a holiday that you hadn’t brought yourself to go on. The house now felt lonely without him here, even if his dogs were still here.

Groaning, you down the rest of the glass contents and get to your feet, taking a little more time to pull yourself towards the edge of the seat and finally get up. You may end up finishing this bottle, something you haven’t done for a while. Usually, they’ve lasted you several days, but you doubt that will happen tonight.

You’re only just in the hallway when you hear the door, a key trying in the lock. The dogs are in the hallway before panic can truly get a hold of you, their tails wagging crazily as the door is opened and Eric steps back into the house.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, disbelief clear in your voice as you stare at him.

“I decided I wasn’t going to go without you.” He replies. “I sat there in the airport going over everything, trying to figure out why you wouldn’t want to come with me, and I thought rather than wasting even more time, I’d just come back and ask you myself. So, what am I doing that’s making you not want to be with me?”

The straight to the point question, even though it’s expected, still throws you off. It makes your throat feel dry and your stomach to drop.

“Hi to you too.” it’s the only thing you can say right now before you turn on your heels and continue back to the kitchen. You can hear his footsteps following behind, your hands working to pour yourself another glassful. “I both like this approach that you’ve taken but it also terrifies me.”

“Why?” His voice is softer than you expected it to be and that hurts you a little more.

“Because it means I have to speak to you, even if I’m scared to voice everything.”

“Is it me?”

“Not in the way you think, no.” You take a large gulp and put the glass back down as you swallow. “Should I just come out with it? I don’t think there’s an easier way. I might ramble. I’m sorry.” Eric remains quiet, waiting patiently to hear what’s going on. “I realise how big I am. And I also know that I was this size when we met and it didn���t stop you from wanting to take me on several dates, ask me to be your girlfriend and move in with you. I feel it when you say you love me. I feel it everywhere. And yet, I don’t feel like I deserve that from you.”

You pause as he looks as though he wants to speak. “But I haven’t made you feel as though you don’t deserve it?”

“No, you do the opposite and try to show me why I do. But as stupid as this sounds, I can’t seem to accept that from you.”

“But why not?” there’s no malice in his tone, just confusion and hurt.

“I don’t know. Maybe I feel like I shouldn’t be with you because I look like this. Maybe it’s because I feel like you should be with someone better, more beautiful and more...suited to be stood by your side? And because I feel like this, I find myself being difficult. I don’t want to be. I don’t want you to leave me because I’m being like this, but I also know there’s a breaking point and you’ll hit yours.”

“There is only so much trying a person can do before they feel like giving up.”

“Do you?”

“No, I want to work on us, but I need to know if it’s worth doing or if you don’t want to. I can only do so much without getting it back.”

You pause, lapsing into silence for a moment or two before you speak again. “I want to, but I know I need to work on myself a lot too. If you’re happy to work with me, then please, stay. I might look at therapy in some way, someone to speak about the way I’m feeling. My thoughts keep coming back to the way I look, and I know deep down that only I can change that. I can’t keep punishing you for my own thoughts.”

I can’t keep punishing you for my own thoughts.

In this single thought, you summarise everything. “It’s not that I’m not happy with you. I am. I know it doesn’t seem like I am, I’ve just kept waiting for you to leave for someone better.”

“I won’t.”

“Tonight, I re-read those letters that you’ve written for me, and I realised that. But having you say this helps. This was a conversation we needed to have and would have had to once you were back because I don’t want to keep being like this. So set on a path of destruction for the sake of my insecurities.”

“Come here?” Eric encourages, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around your back. “I love you. I will stay here as long as you need and want me. I need you to help yourself though baby, because I can’t make you love yourself. I love you, I love your body and I always have. I just wish you’d let your barriers down enough for me to fully show you without you pulling away before I can.”

“I know I’m hard work and a handful in more than one way. But I love that you keep trying and that you’ve called me out on my shit tonight.” You snuggle into him, relief washing over you with every new sentence that the two of you speak. This needed to be said. You needed a wake-up call like this to put things into perspective. “I’m sorry that you’ve missed your flight. You’re still going though, right?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah, I do. And you might want to sit down for this.” You give him a small smile and watch as he pulls away from you, slowly edging backwards until he sits on the kitchen chair; his eyes fully fixed on your face as he tries to hold back a nervous smile. “I think we should find someone to dog sit. I think it’s time I came with you on holiday. This could be the perfect chance to try an-”

“Yes. I’ll find someone. Just. Yes.” Eric closes the gap between the two of you, your face is between his hands, his lips on yours as he speaks words between kisses.

___

The request:

1- With Eric. You've always been chubby and when you grew, the wide hips became wider, your boobs and your butt became bigger. And you always struggled with your confidence, always trying to cover up, to disguise your shape. Somehow you met Eric at a party, feeling careless and free, obviously drunk, and made your move. He loves you, your laugh, your humor, your body and all he wants is to be with you. You love him too, but you can't be totally comfortable around him. Every time he pulls you 2- to sit on his lap, you always stay still, doing your best to never put all your weight into his legs ( those powerful legs 😏) and get up five minutes later. Whenever you two go out to eat or visit friends, you eat the bare minimum, wearing spanx and staying still, keeping your posture. If you're ever going to have sex, It has to be with the lights off. You always try to hide from fans, and from paparazzi. Everybody thinks you're beautiful but you. Six months together and Eric starts 3- To notice your behavior, he can't understand as much as he tries, he tries to be more a better boyfriends and even starts to buy you flowers, to leave notes in the morning. He wants to show you he appreciates you and he is proud to be with you. And at the same time you compare yourself with the other Wags, to Dele's girlfriend, the supermodel. You can't shake the feeling that he is gonna break up with you to be with someone better.

4. when he calls to spend holidays together she doesn’t, she comes up with excuses until one day he shows up and confronts her. Ends in smut.

[blueathens]

Reputation Masterlist

Remember: I will be writing other fics along with these so just be patient with both, and some songs will take longer than other’s because of inspiration, so any help is much appreciated too. You can also suggest other people, but the ones above doesn’t mean I will add them to my general masterlist, they are just ones I’ll write for these songs.

Attention: All stories that I write is purely fanfiction and when I write about real people it is once again purely fiction. I don’t know them in real life and all my ideas are my own. Also please don’t steal my work. Thank you.

Warning: Don’t steal my work thank you! Also all summaries are subject to change :)

Masterlist

....Ready For It? - (Eddie Diaz) ↬ Y/n was always going for the older men, Eddie has been the youngest man she’s ever dated, and yet despite him being younger than the previous men, he sure is the best.

End Game - (Pedri González) ↬ Dating a famous footballer always leads to the media talking about rumours to try and ruin your relationship. - Change

I Did Something Bad - (Peter Parker) ↬ Peter is beginning to see life through his enemies eyes, and realised that maybe she isn’t as bad as what everyone thought she was.

Don’t Blame Me - (TASM!Peter Parker) ↬ Y/n always sacrifices herself to save Peter as she knows he will make it right in the end, but what if the tables turned?

Delicate - (Pope Heyward) ↬ Just like her twin brother, she was one for mischief too, she never cared what others thought, but after someone blamed her after Pope got hurt, she begins to think that maybe her reputation was affecting them.

Look What You Made Me Do - () (+ Bad Blood)

So It Goes... - (Mason Mount) ↬ She was a broken jigsaw puzzle, and he was simply the one fixing her to make her whole, and he was the last piece.

Gorgeous - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ Charles has always seen Y/n around and begins to form a small crush on her and chooses to admire her from afar as it would be much easier than getting rejected.

Getaway Car - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ Charles and Y/n were just a PR stunt to get away from the rumours of their other partners cheating into them, beside being with Y/n meant Charles could get more attention, and Y/n can bring a new crowd in for her new movie.

King Of My Heart - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ Daniel and Y/n meet after she saw him sitting alone eating ice cream on the curb on the road, she was quick to join him to cheer him him up, but it later changes to her getting his number.

Dancing With Our Hands Tied - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ In the past, Y/n relationships have been destroyed due to the media, but this time she tries to keep this relationship a secret, the only problem was that Charles wanted to go public…

Dress - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ Charles and Y/n have been best friends for ages, so it’s no surprise in seeing them together all the time, only thing is that Charles and Y/n were must more than best friends.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things - (Platonic!JJ Maybank) ↬ Luke was getting better, he promised he was, but he wasn’t and Y/n was done believing her father was getting better, so she’s going to take matters into her own hands.

Call It What You Want - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ Y/n has been away from the media for a few months now, spending time with her secret boyfriend whilst she writes music for the ones who tired to ruin her and the man who’s initials she wore round her neck.

New Year’s Day - (Lando Norris) ↬ Lando decides to stay back the next day to help his best friend clean up her New Year’s Party, only to end up getting something he dreamed of for so long to happen - suppose New Year wishes were true after all.

[leone-a]

Backstory HC | Leone Abbacchio

ABBACCHIO : 

Abbacchio grew up in a pretty stable family, compared to the other members of his team. His mom is an opera singer, and his father a retired police officer. 

His father’s career influenced him a lot during his childhood. He saw his father as some kind of hero- observing him quietly through the window, as he left for work, with his neatly ironed police uniform, a quiet smile on his lips, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

His mom isn’t italian. He has some french ancestry. 

He does know a little bit of french. But, whenever he tries speaking, you can definitively hear a thick, underlaying italian accent. 

His hair is natural. He gets it from his mom.

How was he like growing up ?

Abbacchio, until the age of 11, was the perfect cliché of the small, blonde, and adorable kid. Really quiet, he’d stay a lot near his mom. Looking at him now, you’d never guess he used to be like this.

His personality slowly changed when he reached adolescence : he became more talkative, yet distant, and got into sports. In high school, he’d be described as the smart, sportsy, yet not too extroverted guy. He used to be part of a football team.

Girls would fall pretty easily for him. His hair would be at an approximative ear length, with the two signature strands slightly falling on the sides of his face. Surprisingly enough, he had a lot of friends. In other words, he had what most people would call a pretty normal life. 

His signature lipstick comes from one of his first girlfriends : one day, she jockingly applied her own on his lips, after begging him to let her try it on him. But both of them ending up liking the way he looked with it, he decided to start wearing some, and soon bought his own. The colour of her lipstick was similar to MAC’s “antique velvet” shade. 

Entering the police force :

Right after his graduation, he decided to enter the police academy, still intent on following his dad’s path. 

He graduated top of his class, in a record time of 8 months. This allowed him to start officially working as a police officer at the age of 19 years old. However, despite Abbacchio’s best attempts, he couldn’t manage to find his place between the ranks of the district he was assigned to. Most of the other officers wouldn’t even bother learning his name. 

But one man helped him out : the one that would later become his partner, and die in a tragic turn of events. He was about 30 when Abbacchio entered the force. 

Surviving the incident, before Bucciarati’s offer : 

Abbacchio could do nothing but watch as his own life crumbled in his hands.

Being convicted for corruption, and the undirect death of his partner, destroyed what little faith he had in society and life as a whole. He’d reminisce for hours, as he’d stay out in the streets, late at night, about his childhood dreams. Thinking back at how naive he used to be. 

 He’d kept quiet about the incident. He knew his parents would find out eventually, through the news- and he disappeared right before they did. Abbacchio would’ve rather died than having to face them after what happened. He could never look at them in the eyes again. 

Despite their best attempts at finding him, to try and initiate a discussion, he always made sure to remain hidden. He even left his appartment, not having enough savings to afford rent anymore, anyway. Eventually, they gave up. But never really forgot their son. 

Abbacchio never contacted them again. 

His appearance changed along with his life changes. He let his hair grow, slowly going from the short crew cut he adorned in the police force, to mid length hair, and, finally, to his signature long hair. He started putting lipstick on again- after all, why wouldn’t he ? He had no rules to follow anymore, no dresscode.

Alcohol and sex started becoming his daily routine. He’d go out at night, ending up in bars, clubs, in a desperate attempt at forgetting what one would call a crashing wave of self-loathing and depression. He’d often fuck whoever he deemed interesting enough, sometimes for the sole purpose of having someone paying for his drinks, unknown hands running against his skin, unknown perfumes clinging to his clothes. All that mattered to him was chasing away these intrusive thoughts of his, in the embrance of a willing stranger. 

He also learned how to steal, at the darkest times of his life, but avoided doing it as much as possible. 

This lifestyle led him to insomnia, from which he still suffered after joigning Bucciarati’s team. He’s a recovering alcohol addict, but has come a long way ever since. 

Joigning the mafia :

Abbacchio was 20, when he entered Passione. He’d received his stand a few months after his dismissal from the police force, and thus already had some experience using Moody Blues. 

His recruital was Polpo’s and Bucciarati’s doing. While searching through criminal files of recently convincted criminals, they stumbled upon his case. Bruno investigated further, discovering his unique stand power, and immedialely asked his own capo’s approval, in order to integrate him to his soon-to-be team. Who would be stupid enough to let a man as precious as Leone Abbacchio wander alone within the jungle of Naples ?

Entering Bucciarati’s team, he completed whatever task was thrown at him, without a word. Without a single question. All that mattered was that he finally had people telling him what to do, giving him orders, no matter how futile or dangerous said orders were. 

It took him some time to properly warm up to Bucciarati, but soon, his 19 y.o leader would become his only reference. They’d often train together, as Abbacchio slowly started taking care of himself again. Their relationship, in some ways, allowed them to behave like regular 20 years olds, and forget Passione’s darkests business. 

[captnjacksparrow]

I honestly agree with a lot of your opinions, and even when I don't, I think that your arguments are always well structure and respectful to other people.

But I have some questions (and I'm sorry if you have already answer them), (also sorry for some of my English, it's not my first language)

How do you feel about narusaku?

How do you feel about people changing certain aspects about Sakura to try to improve her character?

How would you improve Sakura?

How much do you think Sakura being a good character could affect the story?

What was the moment you really started to ship SNS? And what are you favorite moments?

(Sorry if there's ro many questions)

I honestly agree with a lot of your opinions, and even when I don't, I think that your arguments are always well structure and respectful to other people.

Aww!!!! Thank you, Anon. This made my day. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I will start from my favourite question (The one in the last)

What was the moment you really started to ship SNS?

I never wore any shipping lens, Anon.

Literally, I started to ship SNS only after Episode 478 or Chapter 698. Before that, I always had these doubts in the back of my mind.

'Something seems to be very weird between these guys',

'Why are they behaving differently compared to other friends?',

'Why Sasuke is behaving totally different towards Naruto?',

'Why Sasuke agreed to honour Naruto's promise under the bridge, despite having no shred of affection towards his other former Team Members?',

'Why Naruto is so obsessed with Sasuke?',

'Why Sasuke felt Naruto's chakra in Konoha and bothered by it?',

'Why Sasuke is protecting Naruto like a precious treasure only to end up wanting to kill him?',

'Why Sasuke has this weird obsession that ONLY I CAN KILL NARUTO but not someone else?',

So, I had all these questions piling up one by one inside my mind as the series progressed and I can't simply jump into a conclusion because I don't know what Sasuke was thinking. I hate one-sided ship and I want reciprocation. So, I usually put all these questions on the back burner and started to focus on the story. Damn!!!, The story was equally captivating and emotionally daunting. When Sasuke finally confessed his feelings towards Naruto in Episode 478, I simply couldn't believe myself but ship them. Because, in no world, Friends would behave this way towards each other.

So, to answer your question, it's after Episode 478, I started to ship them. But if you want me to say when exactly I started to doubt their level of friendship??

It's this moment,

Now you may think, 'Yeah, you saw two boys in a close proximity and decided to ship together. It's nothing strange'.

I have to say, Close proximity was the last thing, I felt from this scene. My reason was those heart breaking scenes that happened before which led to this specific moment.

I will make it as short as possible. I'll start with this

God!! I wanted to punch Sasuke so badly when he said this with a deadpan expression. It looks like he was lying just to get power. I thought, 'Sasuke!!! What a lying piece of crap you are!! If you want to kill Naruto, Just do it. Why doing a fake confession? '.

It doesn't help as the fight progressed because Sasuke was really playing football with Naruto and when this happened,

I was shell-shocked because, the Sasuke we saw so far is no more. It even confirmed my thoughts about the fake confession. Which sane person will ram Chidori through his Close Friend's body?.

After many blows were exchanged, I simply wished for one thing. Naruto should win and Sasuke should be stopped no matter what. When the final Rasengan vs Chidori happened, I couldn't understand what was going on inside that power ball. Naruto and Sasuke look at each other with pained expression and we see the younger version of them smiling at each other.

And then finally we see a knocked out Naruto with Sasuke standing and looking at him without any expression and was about to say, 'Naruto.... I' which was interrupted by rain and when Sasuke felt a stinging pain in his arms and falls down on his knees. He coughs up blood and then this iconic scene happens.

That scene conveyed many things

Sasuke wanted to kill Naruto but couldn't.

Sasuke meant what he said. Naruto is his closest friend, it’s not a lie.

Sasuke couldn't severe his ties completely with Naruto.

Sasuke's pain of saying 'Goodbye' is greater than the stinging pain in his arms.

Sasuke deliberately, I repeat deliberately and not accidentally, came close to look at Naruto's face and experiencing something that, we, audience don't know. 

So, you see, Anon. The emotional train wreck that led to this scene made me really doubt about their depth of feelings they had towards each other for the first time. That's when I thought, 'Something seems to be very weird between these guys, what is it?'

And what are you favorite (SNS) moments?

There are two moments which shows how Sasuke is playing an emotional battle within himself. 

1. Sasuke, Susanoo, Naruto, Minato

This happens right after Sasuke said to Obito, “Not you.... The one who is going to sever the past is....me”.

In this moment, Sasuke can pretty much let Naruto to die, because nobody is trying to kill Naruto. Still, he saved him with a 3 layered protection. The best part is Sasuke acted quicker than Minato, the fastest shinobi, to protect Naruto. Surely Minato wouldn’t want to blow up near his Son, for whom he gave his life once. It’s just that Sasuke is extremely quicker at this moment. 

2. For some reason, My Sharingan deactivated on it’s own

If only, Sasuke maintained his Sharingan, he could’ve traced Naruto’s movements and deflected his upper cut and would’ve successfully landed his Chidori through him. But he just couldn’t. 

Both these scenes happens in a span of a day but Sasuke’s emotions fluctuates a lot when it comes to killing Naruto, protecting Naruto, can’t kill Naruto. 

How much do you think Sakura being a good character could affect the story?

To be Honest Anon, Storywise ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Yes, I agree with her amazing performance in Gaara retrieval Arc where she tagged along with Granny Chiyo and almost killed Sasori.

After that ????

She did nothing in the Sasuke Reunion Arc. It was all about Naruto vs Orochimaru, Yamato’s Wood style jutsu, Sai’s betrayal towards Orochimaru. Geez!!! I liked her attitude in this arc but totally spoiled when she was standing simply like a wooden doll when Sasuke was about to stab Naruto. It was Sai who blocked Sasuke.... I was like, ‘Girl!!!! You said you will save Sasuke for Naruto when he went into 4 tails mode. What happened now??? Why are you not stopping him???’

She was just making Food Pills in the Rasen Shuriken Arc.

She was basically climbing from one tree to another in the Sasuke killing Orochimaru to Sasuke joining Akatsuki Arc. Even Naruto’s role was very minimal in that arc except he met Kabuto, Dead soul of Jiraiya, Itachi, a split second meeting with Sasuke where he got Chidori’ed and fought with Tobi. 

She was just a spectator praying for Naruto in the Pain Arc. Yeah, she did healed few people and punched some monsters. But it just doesn’t matter. Even Konohamaru killed a Pain in that arc. 

She turned into an Asshole by making a fake confession towards Naruto and decided to kill Sasuke in the Kage Summit Arc. I think, this is where Kishi decided to shit on her mercilessly by making her into someone who was going to hurt both of her team mates mentally and physically. Basically Kishi transformed a clever medical Ninja who can find an antidote in a matter of hours to an asshole who believed Naruto did everything for her and even more of an idiot by planning to kill Sasuke with just a poisoned Kunai. Isn’t she the one who told Kakashi that Sasuke was given forbidden drugs to improve his strength after their Reunion??? Can’t she put 2+2 together to know Sasuke would be immune to poisons because of his days spent with Orochimaru??? Yeah, she did impacted the story. But it was not for her development. Sakura’s foolishness made Naruto and Sasuke to meet each other again and made a promise. So, you see, she was just a tool that pushes the narrative development of other characters, not her own. Her development took a big blow in this arc.

She was non-existent in the Naruto-Killer Bee Training Arc.

She was just healing people and punched some zetsu during Powerful Edo-Tensei Shinobis vs Allied Shinobi forces Arc. I expected her to have a special fight. But Nope. Even Ino, Shikamaru and Choji fought Asuma, Kakuzu and Kinkaku, Ginkaku brothers. 

She was non-existent in the Uchiha Madara vs 5 Kages mini arc

She was non-existent in Obito vs Naruto, Kakashi, Might Guy and Killer Bee mini arc.

She was non-existent in the Sasuke & Itachi vs Kabuto mini arc.

She was non-existent in the Edo Tensei’ed Hokages and Team Sasuke arc.

She was punching some Juubi Clones in the Official War Arc which will never make a difference to the story. At the same time, her character was transformed from an Asshole who hurted her teammates to an horny biasshhhh who wants only Sasuke’s D. She summoned Katsuyu and was healing soldiers. But there were an army of Medical Ninjas too. So her absence will not affect the story in a big way. She did Lip to Lip CPR for Naruto though. Again, that would never help Naruto in a major way unless he was helped by Obito by placing Bijuu inside him. Again, Kishi didn’t make her the sole saviour here. Instead, she was used as a medium to facilitate Obito’s transformation from a bad guy to good guy. Kishi made Obito as the Saviour here. 

She was useless and was not able to destroy Obito’s rinnegan in the Reincarnation of Indra and Ashura vs Rikkudou Sennin Madara arc.

She was useless in the Kaguya arc. [Sorry, that punch won’t make any difference because Kaguya must be stupid to not use her 360 degree vision to see Sakura from behind. With Naruto and Sasuke has already become a demi god at this point, her clown show is incomparable].

She was useless in the final Naruto vs Sasuke arc.

So, you tell me Anon. Did she make any impact to the story that served as a major twist?? 

The story revolved around Naruto and Sasuke. 

Itachi, Obito, Jiraiya, Madara, Hashirama and other Hokages were the game changers of this story. Meaning, their presence or death will change the story by a huuuuggge margin.

Tsunade, Orochimaru, Team Nagato, Kabuto helped our protagonists in a BIGGGG WAAYYYY.

Akatsuki were just amazing who gave us the sense of thrill as well as fun. 

Even Sakura being good will never impact the story because she had no dedicated arc written for her.

But, if she were written as a good character, my viewing experience would have improved in a relaxing way so much so that I don’t have to press my fast forward button whenever she appears and I wouldn’t be writing this post explaining why I hate her.

How would you improve Sakura?

Simple, By writing her similar to Rin Nohara.

No obsession but a simple love towards Sasuke.

No toxicity but caring friendship towards Naruto. 

That’s all.

How do you feel about people changing certain aspects about Sakura to try to improve her character?

Well, that means they would qualify as a fanfiction writers, aren’t they??.

Also, this inherently proves that she is a piss poor character and people wants to change certain aspects of her which they find annoying. But it will 100% end up being OOC. And I’m not into reading those OOC stuffs, Anon.

I always believe in accepting what the author has given rather than trying to fix their work. Because the author writes a character deliberately to make the readers feel what he intended in the first place. Kishi could write a redemption for even someone like Orochimaru towards the very end. Like, he literally made him to help Sasuke, not as a human predator, but as a former Master and an admirer. He wrote him to help Tsunade and other Kages. So in the end, Orochimaru was not hated like he was hated in part 1. If he can write something for Orochimaru, why not for Sakura??? 

You know how I can redeem Sakura in just 3 or 4 panels?

Let me tell you.

After that fake confession, Sakura could talk to Naruto,

“I am very Sorry, Naruto. I know you will never take things in your heart. But still I shouldn’t have used Love as a tool to make you not to do something. I was an Idiot to not realize how badly you want to save Sasuke. It wasn’t just for me. But it was for Sasuke and also for you, as his friend and also for us as Team 7. So, how about we go to Ichiraku, for a nice lunch??” 

While confessing Sasuke for the second time,

“It seems you still want to go on to that dark path, isn’t it?. I am not the most powerful ninja in this world and I know I can’t trade blows with you. But still.... if you try to hurt my friend, Naruto and my master, Tsunade. I will fight with all my strength to kill you..... Even though I love you”

I am pretty sure, if Sakura confessed something along these lines, everyone would have admired her and it shows her emotional maturity as a Kunoichi who wants to do something to this world as well as a person who is ready to kill someone she loved in order to protect the people she holds dear.

In chapter 699. Before saying Goodbye to Sasuke,

“I am very Sorry, Sasuke. I never really understood what was going on inside your heart. And, I always forced myself on you because of my selfishness. I really feel bad for those things. I never really became your friend in the first place. How about we say farewell as ‘a good friends’, before your redemption journey??” (Shakes hands.... End of Scene)

How is this???

Is it pleasant to read?? Of course, Yes.

I am pretty sure it wouldn’t take more than 4 or 5 panels. Kishi could’ve easily did something like this. Am pretty sure readers would’ve been satisfied. Her fans too. Even I would’ve forgiven her mistakes.

But Kishi didn’t and I am very sure it’s deliberate. Because, this very same Kishimoto could able to write Konan, Tsunade who acts with so much maturity without whining like a little girl.

Which shows Kishi clearly hates this character and never wanted to redeem her. 

So no matter how many people improve this character, it will never be believable.

How do you feel about narusaku?

Naruto always placed Sasuke as his priority, Anon. That’s always the case. So, apart from SNS, if you want me to say whether NaruSaku had any potential?

I would say, yes, NaruSaku had potential. I will not deny it. Naruto had some liking towards Sakura compared to the absolute indifference towards Hinata.

There are some moments Sakura genuinely cried for Naruto without anyone’s influence. I liked it. Say, the scene where she cried on hearing ‘A Jinchuriki without Bijuu will die” and with Yamato she told, “I can only do little things for Naruto”.

These are all coming from her own heart. No one instilled inside her.

[[[ That’s why I will not accept her realization of ‘Annoying, huh? So, this is how Naruto must have felt too. Maybe I should be a little nicer to him next time’ as genuine in Episode 3. Because she realized only after Sasuke roasted her. I want feelings to emerge subconsciously rather than instilled by someone. ]]]

Unlike the asshole Sakura she was in part 1, Sakura started out good in Shippuden. I was surprised with her development in Gaara Retrieval Arc and was not at all annoyed by her presence. (Except when she said she will save Naruto and Sasuke from Itachi.... Grrrrr.... Biashhhhh.... Do you know Itachi’s abilities first of all??? He can crush you like a meatball with his Susanoo)

I started to feel, ‘Wooow!!! She has improved a lot. Great!!!!’.

Even though, she was useless in Rasen Shuriken Arc, She still made an effort to make food pills for Naruto. She even hugged Naruto much to his surprise, before all the villagers and especially before, ahemmm Hinata after defeating Pain.

Despite all of these moments that had happened between them, I could only see them as a pair formed of mutual tragedies rather than mutual attraction, Anon. In their case, Losing Sasuke. I wasn’t 100% sure whether Sakura moved on from Sasuke or not. Because When Sakura was looking for Sasuke with Kakashi’s Tracking dogs, she was still in love with him. So Sakura fluctuates between her obsession with Sasuke and some genuine feelings towards Naruto. 

Kage summit Arc is where everything changed and finalized. Sakura was crying like an annoying shit when she heard that Sasuke joined Akatsuki and was wanted by Raikage. This clearly shows her obsession has flared up again and ‘Poof’ all the development she had with Naruto was thrown into drain. 

On top of it, the fake confession. Grrrrrr.......

Plus, Naruto officially closed the possibilities of this ship by saying, “Sasuke, I know the Truth of Itachi from a guy named Tobi. I don’t know whether it’s true or not. But whatever you’ve been doing so far (hunting Killer Bee, ruckus in Kage summit conference, trying to kill Sakura, Kakashi).... It’s all understandable”.

If Naruto truly, wholeheartedly, deeply loved Sakura, he wouldn’t have said something like, ‘It’s understandable why you tried to kill Sakura”. He should have beaten Sasuke into a pulp. Or atleast shown some intense anger. Instead, Naruto was talking to Sasuke and making promise by saying ‘We will die together’. It’s like Sakura playing cupid for Sasuke and Naruto.

Naruto was okay with someone trying to kill Sakura whereas he was not okay with someone trying to kill Sasuke and even went to the extent of hyperventilating. This is why I feel any other ships are incomparable with SNS. 

After that Sakura started to behave rabidly towards Sasuke in the War arc which I can’t help but feel disgusting. So, anything she did for Naruto in the War Arc was overshadowed by her crazy obsession towards Sasuke. That’s why her CPR doesn’t matter, Sakura healing Naruto doesn’t matter. [Naruto has his own regenerative abilities, so whatever she does will not matter much for him]

So, NaruSaku was closed officially by Naruto and Sakura. It couldn’t sail because of the presence of Sasuke. 

At the end, I felt like Sakura used Naruto for getting her man back ready for romance rather than a killer mode Sasuke. I couldn’t feel the friendship they once had or any familiarity. 

I just hate people who don’t value friendships, anon. Sakura was not even a good friend, first of all. Yeah she had her friendly moments here and there. But, at the end of the series, she was not. A war has just ended, many people lost their lives, her supposed ‘best friend’ Ino lost her father. Why can’t she help her out emotionally? Why can’t she do some fucking good stuffs for this Shinobi world like her other teammates?? Instead, what she did was ‘let’s go and persuade Sasuke-kun to lend me some D by going along with his journey. Because I am so horny’. 

It not how you were in the beginning, It’s how you ended up being. She started this series as a worst friend and she ended up as a worst human being for me. How can I ship such a person with Naruto????

[thatsbucknasty]

she used to be mine (x) waitress au

summary: Inspired by the broadway musical. Y/N Beck is a pie baking force to be reckoned with. She’s pregnant with her lazy ass husband, Quentin Beck’s baby. As everything around her turns upside down, Doctor James Buchanan Barnes charms his way into her life.

pairing: Y/N x Bucky

tags are closed

chapter 10: I didn’t plan it

Two months pass and I realize it’s only a matter of weeks before I meet my baby girl. I’ve been working hard to save more money but I’m still not even close to the amount I’m gonna need for the birth AND the divorce. It’s been really hard to put my pride aside and accept the help my friends offer, I guess I’m used to being left to my own devices since I was very young. But I love my little family. Bucky and Sam drive me home every night after closing and Wanda has been bringing me gifts for the baby. Nat’s contact will be handling my divorce and she said they would give us a payment plan so that it won’t be so difficult to pay all at once. I still don’t understand how that’s gonna work but I trust her. She’s being very strange though, but Natasha’s one of those people who deal with issues on their own and compartmentalizes everything. Still, I’m worried about her. I guess I can’t judge her, we’re the same in that department.

Old Nick hasn’t been around much lately, says he’s taking care of his health. Guess my pies aren’t the healthiest meal for an eighty-something year old man. Maybe I should start adding more vegetables to my own diet, I’m creating life inside of me after all.

-

“Hey boys, what can I getcha?” Wanda flirts with Steve at the counter and Bucky laughs, he seems to be getting used to their corny, slightly inappropriate conversations.

“Oh I don’t know, sweetheart. What’s the special pie today?” Steve flirts back at her.

“Well, Y/N made her famous ‘Slutty brownie pie’ today and if you want, I could make it even sluttier-”

“Guys! Not in front of my salad, please!” Sam scolds them and Bucky’s just laughing at Steve’s red cheeks. Wanda rolls her eyes at him and motions Steve to follow her away from the group.

I come out of the kitchen ready to leave and see Steve and Wanda making out in the far corner of the counter, while Bucky and Sam talk about an AC/DC concert they both attended back when they didn’t know each other. Sam’s also taking care of his diet it seems, but Bucky’s stuffing his mouth with my brownie pie. I don’t actually understand how he can eat so much and still look absolutely stunning.

“Guys! Keep it in your pants. It’s movie night, we’re leaving!” I scold them and Steve’s blush has reached his ears and neck at this point.

“Thank you! I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who thinks those two are such horny teenagers”. Sam throws his hands in the air and hangs his apron, ready to go.

“I think they’re adorable, but I’m tired and hungry, and I don’t want any more pie today so let’s go, where’s Nat?” I look around trying to find the redhead.

“She said she needed to be alone tonight but she’ll be at the party tomorrow”. Wanda says and we share the same worried look on our eyes.

“Oh, okay. Shall we?”

We get to Bucky’s apartment and today’s pick is on Steve cause tomorrow’s his birthday. He chooses 1986’s Labyrinth. We order pizza and sushi and enjoy the magical spectacle on the screen.

I can’t stop thinking about my divorce and all the bills that are waiting for me in the future. Raising a child isn’t cheap. Bucky holds my hand at one point, under the blanket that we’re sharing. I guess he senses my worry and tries to make it go away. I’m glad he does. Lately I’ve just been letting myself fall for him because fighting against it it’s a lost cause. He’s the sweetest guy, brings me home safely anytime he’s able to, he cares about my friends and most importantly, he’s patient and doesn’t rush me to do anything I’m not ready to do. His parents raised him right, what’s a girl supposed to do?

-

Next day is organized chaos, thanks to Wanda and her frantic need for everything to be perfect. She really loves Steve and he’s a good guy. They deserve each other, truly.

Nat’s helping Sam hang decorations around Wanda’s backyard. It’s a mixture of 4th of July colors and Happy Birthday signs. We’re not doing the whole fireworks thing, since Wanda’s birthday present for Steve wouldn’t like the noise. But there’s a flatscreen set up to watch them on tv.

I’m in the kitchen, chopping some tomatoes for a pico de gallo I’m making. Bucky’s setting up the barbecue outside and I can see him from the window. He keeps messing it up and starting again, making the funniest, exasperated faces. I told him Steve could do it in no time but he insisted he’s the birthday boy and should just enjoy this day.

Speaking of Steve, he’s on his way. It ain’t a surprise party but we still wanted to set everything up before he got here.

-

We’re all enjoying the cool summer breeze, watching football on a projector Wanda set up in the backyard, we have hotdogs and guacamole and chips, the guys have beer which of course I can’t have, but Bucky was kind enough to make me an entire jug of pink lemonade just for me. I’m not really interested in the game, to be honest and my bladder is full so I separate myself from Buck and look around to realize Natasha isn’t here. Since this is not my house and I need to find the restroom I ask Wanda for some help instead and we enter the house together. 

She points me to the toilet and I open the door to find Nat and Sam wrapped around each other, half naked.

“OH MY GOD! What’s happening here?!” I immediately cover my eyes and close the door.

“Y/N, you’re okay? What is it? Don’t tell me you found a rat cause I hate them so much, Gosh I told Steve we should’ve done this at my place, is way cleaner”.

“I- I- no- um. It’s not a rat it’s a- um. I’m sorry-”

“Y/N! Let me explain-” Natasha comes out the restroom with her blouse half buttoned up, makeup almost completely ruined.

“I don’t- I don’t need you to expla- can somebody please lead me to another bathroom or something? I’m about to piss myself!”

“Sure, honey, let’s go”. Wanda grabs me, she apparently understands what’s going on, looking at Nat’s disheveled state and brings me upstairs to another room.

-

“What’s going on? I heard the girls yell”. Bucky enters the house and sees Sam and Nat cornered in the kitchen, looking like they’ve seen a ghost.

“Nothing, man. I think it’s time for me to leave. Say happy birthday to Steve for me”. Sam kisses Nat on the cheek and leaves the house.

“Wha- Natasha, are you okay?” Bucky stands there awkwardly, trying to break the tension.

“I’m fine, but the girls and I need to talk privately. Would you distract Steve for us? He doesn’t need to hear about this. Tell him we’re talking about pregnancy stuff with Y/N or something”.

“Oh-kay? Are you sure you’re alright though, you seem-”

“I’m fine, Bucky. Now go talk to Steve, he’s out there alone on his birthday”.

“Well, he looks fine! He’s watching the Patriots destroy the- Okay got it, see you later”. Bucky awkwardly scurries down to the kitchen and grabs a couple more beers and brings them outside.

-

“Knock-knock”. Natasha enters Steve’s bedroom and sees Wanda sitting on the bed.

“Hey”.

“Hey. Y/N still peeing?”

“I don’t think so. But I think she’s crying”.

“God she’s always so dramatic”.

“Hey! You should’ve told us! Do you know how worried about you we’ve been? We thought you were sick or something! Not wanting to hang out with us. We were supposed to plan a baby shower for her by now but you’ve been M.I.A.”.

“ I know, and I’m sorry”. Nat sighs and knocks on the bathroom door.

“Y/N, come out. We know you’re done so let’s go. We need to talk”.

-

I wipe my tears. I don’t know why I feel betrayed. Sam and Nat are my best friends, I should be happy for them. Damn hormones making me cry like a little baby every time something’s out of place.

“Hey”. I sniff and open the door to see Natasha rolling her eyes at me.

“Why the hell are you crying?”

“Oh I’m sorry for being a hormonal mess but seeing two of my best friends, one of them who’s married by the way, making out like horny teenagers would definitely cause me some distress!”

“Uh huh, and how is this any different to you and Bucky holding hands and making eyes at each other every single minute? May I remind you, you’re still married too!”

“Oh my God, Natasha, you did not! I’m getting a divorce, you know that!”

“Yeah, I know. And I understand and not make a fuss about it, until you decide to judge me for the exact same thing you’ve been doing!”

“Why- ah. Sorry, I know I’m looking like a complete hypocrite right now. It’s just- you guys are my friends and you’ve been acting so strange lately, it had me so worried and I feel like I could’ve been there for you, just as much as you’ve been there for me. You guys are my sisters”.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But Sam and I wanted to figure out what we wanted first and you know how I am. I fall down the rabbit hole and I keep it to myself cause I’m too proud to admit I’m weak”.

“Natasha, please. You’re anything BUT weak. You’re the one who’s always showing us how strong we really are!” Wanda chimes in and holds both mine and Nat’s hands in hers.

“Okay girls, listen up, from now on we need to make a pact that whenever one of us starts to close off from each other, we will make an intervention for that person and keep ourselves accountable for our shitty ways to cope with men, and life, and money problems, and cleaning obsessions, is that clear?” Nat kisses the top of my head and Wanda laughs at her declaration.

Somehow I feel like everything’s about to change, hopefully for the better.

-

chapter 11: she used to be mine

[battlinghurricanes]

LITYERSES HEADCANONS!!!!!!!

I saw some other headcanon posts for him, so I felt inspired to throw my own ideas out there! I think some of my headcanons are pretty different from the ones a lot of people have of him, but I always like reading other people’s ideas so hopefully people will like this too!

(also theres a lot, this is long *cough* my bad)

- After the incident in The Lost Hero, after Midas dies, Lityerses is homeless. His father’s mansion is destroyed and it’s not like he has anyone to turn to.

- They mention in The Lost Hero that the Hunters of Artemis came across Midas and Lityerses earlier. When they did, Lityerses heard in passing about Camp Half-Blood. It’s the only place meant for demigods that he has even the slightest knowledge on, so he sets his sights on making it there.

- It takes eight grim months to reach New York. It’s half a miracle, slowly taking busses, hitchhiking, and sometimes just walking to the next city. Monsters attack him the entire way and he adds plenty of new scars to his collection.

- There’s no reliable way for him to get money. He gets much, much better at using his powers as a son of Demeter. He uses it to grow fruits, vegetables, and any sort of edible plant so he can at least have food of some kind.

- He goes to New York City because he doesn’t know what else to do. He doesn’t even know if the Hunters were talking about the city or the state but he figures he has to start somewhere. Unfortunately, the Triumvirate notices his presence before anyone from Camp Half-Blood does.

- He follows some demigods to Nero, who sent them to collect him. He offers a position working for the Triumvirate in exchange for food, lodging, and other basic support. Lityerses is tired and he wants to sleep in a bed and have proper meals he doesn’t have to worry about acquiring.

- He accepts, not caring if what the Triumvirate is doing is shitty or not. Nero sends him to Indianapolis to work for Commodus.

- Apollo’s decision to give him another chance was very affecting. Especially coming from ancient times when the stories of the gods on earth were far more real and immediate, he knows very well how the gods could treat mortals as simply disposable.

- He had never questioned his belief that any mortal who got wrapped up in business with a god suffered a horrible fate because of it, whether the god intended it or not.

- But then Apollo saved his life and defended him at the Waystation and told him he trusted him and Lityerses’s mind keeps drifting back to him over and over and over.

- His mind wants to reconcile what Apollo did for him with what he knows about the gods. He can’t, and that makes him feel a great many things that he can’t pin down. Apollo decided to care about him when he had no reason to, and he doesn’t know what that means for him.

- He feels a twinge of gratitude whenever he steps into the sunlight and pulse of anxiety whenever he wonders if he’s okay on his quest.

- He thinks about Meg, his little sister, and hopes they’re keeping each other safe.

- Lityerses can occasionally seem really dull, indifferent, or unresponsive because he gives super minimal reactions to things sometimes, but that’s really not the case.

- Being in the modern world for him is sort of like a slight, but near constant sensory overload. Sometimes, his brain is too busy processing other stuff to fully load up an emotional response. He’ll react to something in his mind but he won’t express it outwardly at all.

- Leo, running up: Wanna help me strap a firework to a crossbow bolt and try to shoot it into the office building across the street to see if it’ll blow up in there?!!!!!     Lityerses, with a completely flat voice and blank expression: I think that’s a very bad idea.

- It’s definitely not all the time, but it does happen.

- (Me? Projecting sensory issues onto every character I like? It’s more likely than you think.)

- He has a very “go with the flow” attitude, to the point of being a character flaw sometimes. It can make him easy to manipulate.

- (Commodus: hey lityerses go put this barbed wire and war helmets and metal teeth on these ostriches     Liyerses, in his head: uhuh uhuh uhuh uhuh yeah cool got it i hope i still have some fingers left tomorrow)

- He’s working on it though. He’s working on it.

- One side effect of this is that whenever Leo makes some pop culture or meme reference, Lityerses will just nod and agree. It takes Leo forever to realise that he was just lying going along with it.

- *mid conversation*  Lityerses: I’d go get some food, but I don’t have any money     Leo: dude, you’re literally just the 69 cents vine, not enough for chicken nuggets     Lityerses: oh, for sure     Calypso, overhearing: wait, you understood that??     Lityerses: no, I’ve never understood a single word that’s left leo’s mouth       Leo: what?!!!! but you said you understood my reference to that dril tweet the other day, right?!      Lityerses: yeah, of course      Calypso: what’s a dril tweet??      Lityerses: I don’t know.       Leo: YOU TRAITOR

- Another side effect: he’s a complete pushover for Georgie.

- At one point, when some of the Waystation crew are walking out in the city, she complains that she’s tired and wants to be carried. When her moms gently refuse, she immediately goes over to Lityerses and holds her arms out and says that she’s tired. He doesn’t even stop walking, he just swoops her up and puts her on his shoulder right away.

- Hemithia and Jo glare at him but he just avoids eye contact. “She’s already up there, too much effort to put her down now.”

- He was in the Fields of Punishment in the Underworld and wow was it incredibly traumatizing.

- His memories of death are sickeningly agonizing, but they also usually feel distant and unreal. Sometimes, though, they’ll worm their way into his dreams with horrific clarity. He’ll wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating, with full body tremors he can’t control.

- One morning after waking up like that, while sitting on the floor regaining his composure, Hemithea comes in to see why he wasn’t up yet. He pulls himself together in due time. He doesn’t answer any of her questions.

- He never talks about it, but he’s truly terrified of dying. He never was before, but now that he knows what’s waiting for him...

- It doesn’t help that he knows that, no matter how careful he is or how well he defends himself, he could die at any moment if Thanatos decides to bring him back to the Underworld.

- It weighs on the back of his mind that, at least on a technical level, he has no right to be alive. Sometimes he can’t help but think that the things he does now don’t matter in the end, because there’s no reason he would get a second judgement when he does eventually return to the Underworld.

- He does his best to shut that down and remind himself that trying to do the right thing helps the people around him, no matter what happens after his death, but the thought exists and it is painful.

- He really never voices these fears because he feels like all he can really do is try not to think about it, and when he does, he tries to forget as soon as he can. It’s a burden he shoulders as quietly as he can.

- He isn’t used to owning a lot of material possessions, both from how he lived in ancient times and then from being homeless for a while. He’s only ever described wearing that Cornhuskers shirt because it’s the only one he owned for a while.

- Not long after joining the Waystation, the first time he was going out somewhere them, Jo snapped that it just made him look stupid, trying to look tough by going without a coat when it was so cold outside. Earnestly confused and defensive, he tells her that he just doesn’t own one.

- After that, she insists on filling his wardrobe until he has enough clothes.

- (Speaking of the Cornhuskers shirt, he just picked it out on a whim, sort of thinking of Demeter (They grow corn here like we used to grow wheat, right?) and sort of just thinking it looked cool. Olujime once tried to talk to him about how some college teams were doing and Lityerses just goes “What’s football?”)

- He doesn’t really get modern fashion trends. Leo offers to catch him up, but he declines very quickly.

- In ancient times, dyes and patterns available for clothes were much more limited and much more expensive. He’s fascinated by all the colors and prints people can wear just all the time now. Lityerses wears a lot of bright colors because he thinks they’re cool and fun. He likes red, blue, and purple the most but he’ll wear a lot of stuff.

- Along with not really following any trends, he also hasn’t picked up on a lot of unspoken gender connotations that come with modern clothing.

- When the Waystation are first trying to get him some clothes, he picks out a pink jacket and Leo snorts at him like “You’re going for pink?” Lityerses just stares at him like “Yeah. It’s just pink.” Leo sort of realizes and goes, “Oh, it’s just, you know...” to Calypso. But Calypso is also just staring blankly and says, “No I don’t. I don’t get it. Is there something about pink?” And Leo notices Hemithea glaring daggers at him and he laughs nervously and goes, “Nevermind, it was a stupid joke anyway.”

- Hemithia: Leave the ancient demigod and ex-titan blissfully unaware of our complex, modern gender stereotypes.    Leo, sweating: gotcha.

- He pretty much just wears what he finds comfortable. Generally it’s just t-shirts with jeans or basketball shorts.

- Lityerses is a super clingy sleeper and will reflexively grab on to anything within arms reach while he’s asleep. (He’s a big spoon by nature.)

- Leo discovers this and now, whenever Lityerses falls asleep on one of the couches, he’ll entertain himself by slowly pushing a pillow up to him until he inevitably grabs it and pulls it against his chest.

- No one gets those pillows back until Lityerses wakes up.

- He’s very buff. His muscles aren’t super defined, nothing at all like a bodybuilder, no six pack abs or anything. But he’s built. Thick arms.

- He’s very limber and flexible too. He has great balance, which lets him move as fast as he does in combat. He’s quite physically fit in general.

- He’ll never admit it, but he ended up getting attached to the highlights in his hair he got when Apollo revealed his godly form. He thought they were fun and different and he sort of missed it when his hair grew out.

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Clark Kent imagine

Author note: I cannot remeber writing this..and since i haven’t wrote anything for a while. I figure hey why not!!!!! So Sorry if it doesn’t make sense LOL 😂😂 I will be posting more soon promise.!!

Did i proof read: .... I honestly dont remember writing this soo.. you BET your tooth i didn’t proof read

Rating: fluffy!

Fandom: DC

God your such a big Dork!”

Laughing loudly your sides hurt , Clark just tripped and slide right into a lamp and somehow managed for the shade too be on. His head. You reached over helping him chuckling softly tracing your hands over his broad shoulders making sure he wasn’t hurt. Those Hurting Clark was physically impossible. You still worry.

He chuckled softly saying sorry, you just laughed giving him a quick kiss on the shoulder as you shifted too move too your sofa.

Loving Superman had it’s perks and downsides, the biggest one was that Loris Lane was Furious that you “stole” her profit. Clark always said that Louis never abused their relationship too get articles or too gain more popularity. But she was literally the Only reporter in the entire City that Had Full access too the most talked about man in the entire world.Getting raises left and right when She got a “in-depth “ conversation with Superman and ally he deets on a attack. Whatever way Clark spelt it out. You hated that she abused her relationship for gain at work. It felt wrong. She was literally Sleepign with the subject too information.

It didn’t help that your relationship with her was tense even before you knew she knew about Clarks double life. You were one of the few humans too know about Clarks ability before he became Superman. You grew up right down the road from Clark, same grade, best friends all thru school. Clark would show off his powers too you when you were younger and you were the only one outside he’s family too know. After he left and ran off too find himself you stayed and helped his mom and then Superman arrived and you reconnected with your oldest friend and you moved toot he city after a awful breakup and you just always were around. And Louis hated it. You tried too be friendly towards her. But once Clark discovered she was In bed with lex Luther. (Right in the middle of the Act.) he was furious And heartbroken and he broke up with her and you were secretly glade you didn’t have too pretend too be friends with her anymore.

Dating the man of steel happened so naturally you can’t even remember when it started or how it started who made the first move it just felt Right. Clark was smiling cupping your face looking at you “what you thinking about?”

Poking his stoumch you look up at him grinning, “how I’m so lucky too have my Dork.” He chuckled reaching over kissing your head. “I have too go surveillance with Bruce you be alright tonight?”

Nodding your head weakly. You were use too having too share Clark with the world. Honestly how can you complain when he’s Saving the literally world?

“Oh Ask Bruce How The Hell do you connect the light too the speakers? Too do that flashy thing.he’s instructions Suck!”

He chuckled saying okay.

He walked off. As you grinned excited too have the apartment too yourself. You walked over too your room getting out of your Jeans and into Shorts and a shirt of clarks you always steal it had he’s favourite football team. Making dinner for you, and a dessert. You grabbed your Tablet (making sure too put sticky tack on both lenses after reading how easily the cameras’ are hacked you always put Sticky tack on it if your gonna watch something in the tub.

Getting the Tub ready you started binge watching a the musketeers. When you finished having a relaxing bath you got into your cloths again and watched it on the tv. The actors were Hot as Hell. And the voices. Melting! Clark had that affect on you. He’s voice was smooth and deep and Hot. Those every aspect of your boyfriend is Hot.

You looked around realizing the place was empty as you went too the freezer as you pulled out your container of Icing. Before retuning too the sofa and warming it up as you had your spoon from your ice cream and mixed it as you watched tv. An hour passed when jumped gasping at some scenes. Then you heard the deep chuckle of your boyfriend.

“what are you doing?” You turned looking at Clark seeing him in his uniform as you had a spoon sticking out of your mouth as you spoke, “I’m- what are you doing here? I thought you were going too be late?”

“I came too check on you- what are you watching?” Getting up as you grabbed the icing container as you spoke, “Mustkeers.- what- aren’t you suppose too be hanging with a bat?” He chuckled walking over pulling you into a deep kiss it was unexpected as he pulled back as he spoke, “good icing.” You laughed hitting his softly as he grinned holding your head. “You smell nice.”

“had a bath with my good stuff.” He chuckled softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“thank you.”

“For. Bathing?”

Clark chuckled kissing your forehead as he spoke, “No for being you.”

“thank you?”

He kissed you again before dashing off as you got ready for bed.

Standing in the shower in the morning getting cleaned you turned seeing Clark standing in the bathroom smiling as you spoke ‘what?”

Seeing him pulling off his Shirt, which even after a year of dating. Still left you breathless seeing him shirtless. He was curved and caved from the Gods! It still took you back that he was yours. That this guy. Who looks like a god, has powers As if he was one. Was your you giggled seeing him quickly undress and Joining you in the shower. Quickly pulling you into a deep Kiss,

Perfection can only last for so Long.

It was wrong place at the wrong time. You were In a Church helping your friend choose a location for her wedding when a machine came Crashing into the Chapel destroying it. And the impact flung you backwards and you were pierced thru the stoumch by a pipe it slipped thru you like butter. You were pinned too the wall as you looked up seeing Lex Luther appear from the robotic machine he laughed loudly seeing you.

Superman arrived instantly you saw him just in time too loose vision from loosing so much blood. You heard him screaming No! As you drift.

Clark Dashed over too you seeing you impaled and pinned too the wall. He’s screams broke windows of the church as he fell down onto his knees realizing that you were gone. The girl who Never treated him like anything then a boy. The boy she has known her whole life. Who once learning about everything about him. Simply asked if she kissed him could she get the ability too be super strong. The girl who use too help him practice how too control who would sneak over too play with him. Who was his first kiss. The women who idea of a fun night in is. Watching a fantasy show and be bare legged and as comfy as possible. Clark felt his soul breaking seeing you. The Girl he was going too marry.have a family with.

“Opps.”

Luther said giddy seeing Clark in so much pain. Before Clark could find the strength too move. Luther dissapeared.

Clark screamed NO. You were gone..

Weeks passed with No sighting of Luther, Bruce ended up going toot he funeral, so did Diana , and Berry who you once meeting the flash instantly wanted too bet that Clark was faster. And you and him would have in debut conversations about Harry Potter. Wonder women was close with you also. You worked in a museum , and she would telly you stories a bout the greek gods. And the Amazon women. Cyborg was amazed a girl of this time. Couldn’t figure out how too do anything technical. You were as clueless as a 80 year old man trying too make a call on a smart phone.

Arther arrived toot he funeral with the others as he stood up too talk.the funeral was beauitful, and the wake was Sad. Clark’s Mom invited all the justice league too her house. Where Clark was staying since Luther has been MIA.

“when I first met that feisty women. She asked if I could really talk too whales and asked what they liked talking about. Then she told me I this insane theory of whales being fictional. Apparently that girl lived on the coast for two years. And Never saw a whale.Clark took her too my dads lighthouse and I got a few too pop up too show them off. I never seen a happier person in my life. She acted like a kid on Christmas Day .she was- something special.”

They all chuckled as Clark was silent holding his hands tightly as Diana stood up. “When I first met Y/N. she was covered head too toe in dirt and Mud. She was playing football with Clark.- She looked like the happiest girl in the world. I knew excatly at that moment she was madly in love. I remember looking like that at Steve. She asked me too help scare Clark it was- apparently her mission in life too scare him Once.-“ Diana went quite Seeing Clark was stiff. She knew excatly how he felt. Hallow inside with going thru the motion.

Bruce was about too speak when the front door opened. Seeing Y/N covered in dirt. You stood in the front entrance covered in dirt wearing the dress you were buried in. You coughed loudly as Clark Rushed over too you griping your face tightly, “how- How is this possible?”

“what the hell happened?”

Everyone looked at each other stunned as Diana heard a fast beating sound.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Clark was crying too hard too hear anything as Diana stepped over as she kneeled down pressing her ear too your stomach.

“it’s a heartbeat.”

“WHAT?” Gasping loudly as Clark was too stunned too take any of that information in. But your ears were working. “Shut up no it’s not! I- I was. In the church wasn’t I when that bastered- how- I woke up in the graveyard what the fuck! Is going on?!”

“how did you get out of the grave.. you were just Barried this morning.”

Rolling your shoulders you shook your head, “I woke up up above ground.. I wans’t- you buried me? What the Hell why!” You hit Clark as he gripped your face tightly as he spoke, “you scared the Shit outta me! How- I don’t understand you were died.”

You rolled your shoulders, “Don’t look at me! The last thing I remember was being in the church.. what- what happened?”

“you died..But I think your baby protected you.”

That’s when Clarks ears started working as he turned too wonderwomen. “Excuse me? Baby?”

“Oh Boy..’