justcallmesakira · 10 months ago
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Bsd men with a childish s/o:
Sypnosis: how they go on with their day with you :333
Genre: crack, low key fluff
Warnings: mention of roblox, McDonald's, LOADS of blasting stuff, torturing Mexican man, war flashbacks
Dazai-
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• one word, power couple (more like powerblasting the agency every couple of hours)
• he absolutely loves your childish demeanor, like bro you saw how he acts? He gives undeveloped 22 year old man and so do you🙃
•anyways he actually enjoys your company, your cute little childish acts and stuff
• ex: blasting the electricity cables of Yokohama, drawing silly little Sanrio doodles everywhere, going ":3"after cutely making the enemy go insane etc.
•honestly he would definitely take you to the playground instead of a fancy restaurant 😘👍
•probably swings with you on the swings •"Couple found playing in a children's playground before getting hit in the anal by lighting"
•bro he would go with your childish and stopid tactics😰😰😰
• "omg let's make a paper boat and ride it down the river😍😍🤩😘😘🥰" "anything for you babygorilla😏😈😈😈😽😼"
•like seriously though the agency actually worries, not for dazai but for when he gaslights you with a lollipop into committing double-plugging each other off
•he still enjoys your childish antics, you would go with a cute Lil face doing dumb stuff and he will just watch you with soften eye
•anyways you two have matching energy but unless your in real danger he's not saving you... He's joining you😰😰😨
Chuuya-
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•hahh....
•he's so done with you
•you would act so silly and chilly that's he's gonna get literally WAR flashbacks (dazai I am lookin at you and your little lighter🤨🤨
•when ever he took you to McDonald's you would ask the employee for extra sauce and he would ask "why would you want extra sau- AND WHY ARE WE IN MCDONALD'S ORDERING HAPPY Meals????!!!" *slurps down every sauce packet* "it's for the toy, chuuya"
•he totally not traumatized by your tactics <33
•poor chuuya he just wants to have a nice romantic bath with you and there you are with rubber ducks and balls everywhere
•"darling Ily but why the hell did you stick rubber ducks on your body with Elmer's glue? 😃" -chuuya probably
•even during hard missions your so unserious😭
•it's scares him how goofy your are during a shooting..... *flashback*
•he wants to put like a dog leash on you so I don't wander off Dora the explorer live action (NO YALL NOT IN THAT Way) •chuuya=🙅 you begging him to buy a children's kitchen set= 💁‍♀️🔪🍳.
•he genuinely likes your sweet little innocent side
•whenever he's tired of babysit-- I mean taking care of you he takes you to kouyou and goes 🕳️🎢 'bye'
•HELP AUTOMOTIVE BIBI FOGASA STARTED PLAYING-😰😰😰
•he still cares for you especially when you are tired and fell asleep he would carry you to the bedroom and sleep with your head on his shoulder and him giving you a soft smile :)
•just don't remind him of a certain someone.... 🤕
Fyodor-
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•he doesn't know why he picked up a street dawg like you
•careful who U call street dog before I leave you on the streets😃
•you and gogol would do stupid stuff in his room, run around playing tag all over his office and there he is with his silly little discord mod on his computer (fyodor please get your rusty ass off from that computer)
•you actually like his goofy cartoon mouse logo and made merch out of his organization 😘😘😘
•"myshka, why are you wearing my organization's shirt and a-" "shhhh- I am promoting your company" "what"
•he's just like chuuya but calmer and is questioning how you can act so carefree while he's brutally torturing a Mexican man
•LEAVE THE MEXICAN MAN ALONE FYODOR-🇲🇽
•still he buys you those kitchen set toys so you won't scream "shimmy shimmy ya" during the Doa meetings😃😃😃
•it's actually kinda sweet bcs of the dynamic you share like-- cold x cheerful
•you begged him to play roblox with you
•"I have work to do" "you can blast people in this game" "..."
•"yadayadaya safusafusafu" -you
•he likes your cheery mess but keep it at an extent before he sends you to the adoption center
•ADOPTION CENTER KINK---
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A/N: I am sorry this is bad but it's my first post so please be patient I will start a writing blog with rules and all ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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jack-kellys · 1 year ago
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notes from december performance post-previews that i somehow just wrote up last night in august 2023 whattt how did that happennn:
the way jack replies to “you’re seeing stars alright” feels way more in response to crutchie’s attitude- and when he talks abt his dad getting stomped on it’s not just a context reveal. it’s jack telling crutchie he’s self-aware, he understands his shit place in the world and his desire to change it. just that it’s nice to dream. ow
“time for dreaming’s done” isn’t said with a smile. btw. if u even care
jack stealing finch’s mirror gets me every time
katherine looks back at jack at his “im crushed!” with a little smile
i get that the only reason buttons helps with a lot of the tricks is because he’s the DC but that doesn’t make it any less sweet… he’s always with splasher lmao
jack is quite uncomfortable with the nuns, he doesn’t look at any of them
never ever over spalsher’s little head tilt after his big flip
oscar grabs race’s collar on “i guess he didn’t take care of me!”
morris goes to hit crutchie again after pushing him to the ground before jack stops him
love when race bounces on his toes when he thinks he says something funny
morris blows his cig smoke into davey’s face when he’s grabbing him the extra paper
henry imitates les with finch as his davey, hobbling up to weasel down on his knees
jack rolls his eyes after telling davey “it’s just business” after shaking les’s hand. like can u believe this guy lmao
“mine taught me not to starve” looking at davey like ‘wtf is wrong with you’ LMAO. like jack’s irked with davey actually judging for something so ingrained into jack’s life fr
“HEY!! who was that guy >:(!”
medda checks on jack’s hair and he giggles mid sentence :) like “mooom in front of my friends??”
kaths look of Disgust when jack goes “i admire smart girls” is soooo done. she’s finished w this mf
katherine stays on the set as it shifts into WWK’s scene, staring at jack’s drawing, totally absorbed. i just think it’s fun how when davey sees jack’s backdrop he’s stunned in the same way kath is at her portrait. anyway
jack goes toward finch during the “our union is hereby formed to watch each other’s backs” after leaving ike and finch sweeeeerves away from him. finch only comes on board when davey does actually
when jack’s on the wagon with the “what if the delanceys come out swinging” etc he does a small laugh when the newsies all yell their response like he’s surprised !!
katherine is positioned right above the world’s door as if she’s. inside. ofc initially we read it as her just observing from above but it’s her literal building too.
“specs, you take queens.” “thank you!”
buttons gives kath a friendly wave and race offers his water cup when katherine comes into jacobi’s. walks right past the water even as race keeps his hand out lmfao
tommy lifts elmer into his arms after kath says they’d make front page
“this is not some little vaudeville im reviewing” felt more significant
“give those kids and me the brand new century and watch what happens” is a Plea.
welliguessitdependsonhowyoulookatitifyoulookandseebrooklynthenthey’rewithushaha! then race guns toward davey to yell at him
davey is not afraid to yell when his nerves get shot —> when the scabs boutta get they shit rocked
“them? or them.” OSCAR WAVES LMFAOOO
piggyback for les from racer
fight time
-morris has it OUT for racer in the pre-cop half. literally think he gets smacked with the bat TWICE. he’s on the ground, watches splasher get smacked from the ground, and BOLTS UP and races over to him shoving past morris. insane
-jack only swings on the rope to make a clear path for davey and les actually bc that action is the only reason they get to that half of the stage
-finch and romeo teammates for LIFE. they fought like the whole thing together fr. only pair that stuck out to me for the whole length of it (and then of course they watch crutchie get taken from the audience ough)
-nah jack Is a good fighter thru this it’s just the seize the day moment w the delanceys that he’s shit at btw
-davey doesn’t fight literally at all the whole time :/ c’mon. uncanonizing this in my mind
-SPECS KICKS ASS !! he’s got a bat and everything!! fuck yeah!!
shut up jack wipes at his eye during santa fe at “guy can catch a break”
^guy who lets out a sigh of relief when the post card is still in his pocket. fuck off
act twooo
kath goes to racer abt where jack might’ve gone and he’s abt to answer before albert pipes up
race flicking davey’s hat to the side>
^also they keep chatting thru tap sequences i love it
kath holding davey’s hand while they talk in the corner during table movement
crutchie holds his side when he sings…
^the only part crutchie gets teary at is when he starts talking abt the boys/family :,)
“and a little something extra, just on account of im gonna miss you so-” sounds like medda broke off bc her voice got watery 🥲
“every newsie—who could walk—was out there selling papes” OW the rephrasing of that line
as soon as jack turns his backdrop around to show the strike painting davey walks away soooo fast to turn away
WWH reprise is such an argument. “WE’RE ALREADY WINNING!!” yell davey yell!!
^jack makes the most fuming, boiling angry face after “y’know why a snake starts to rattle 😌?”
davey initiates the spit shake when jack offers his hand
kath is Mortified watching snyder expose jack’s refuge history AND SHES SO MAD when pulitzer gets between her and jack omfg
“be glad you’re alive, kid” is spoken and cruel asf but wbk
morris’s laugh kills me everytime it’s so fucked in the head. goddamn
jack doesn’t let davey touch him when he enters the rally like he doesn’t want davey to look like he knew abt the betrayal beforehand….
scope runs RIGHT up to jack after spot pushes him and goes to yell at him LMAO… lucky has to drag her away
“is that really what it’s like in there? rats everywhere, and vermin?” is taken as judgement and not concern and jack fuckin jumps on it LMAO
the actual motion of disgust jack makes at “you just double crossed us to your father- your… father.” dead every time he literally flinches
“i just didn’t tell you everything!!” is said at the opposite side of the stage as jack and looking down and away. idk why she’s the only katherine that has ever played this line as guilty but i’m always so glad for it
“i’m not stupid.” “no-” “i know girls like you… don’t wind up with guys.. like me.” heathers voice: i will never shut up abooout this
jack seems very afraid of the word love?? during kath’s entire piece of STBI he stays away from her… and she def thinks she’s fucked up for a sec fr
wah this song is so tender :( they hold each other very softly
“hey! um… it’s good to have ya back.”
clarice’s spot also has a moment with race beside just letting the kids into the cellar together..<3 ik lillie’s has more tho
there is something so personal abt davey jacobs saying “bleeeed ‘eeeem” while looking dead into jack’s eyes
davey’s reckless hug once jack’s made the deal with pulitzer… every timeeee
FINCH CRUTCHIE HUG!! first to get to him and holds him the longest before race and jack come along :)
“new york’s got us. and we’ a family.” is said as such a statement of fact like crutchie just ends any argument right there. he just knows jack so fucking well.
:)
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daveyfvckingjacobs · 1 year ago
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Prev anon here PLEASE say more, I love modern aus sm
*dramatic sigh*
*checks watch* I have hw to do but if you insist
au is honestly the vaguest way to phrase it but I love it nonetheless. I think that the main reason yous all like the tweets so much is they’re 100% my mind without incorrect quotes or anything involved so thank @finchfvkingcortez and the hour long convos we have for that because that shit is BIZARRE
so yeah. sorta modern/social media where the main shenanigans we talk about are race and albert dealing with god damn tiktok comments (cause we all know they can be WILD). the most fleshed out bits are specific character hcs so yous get that first
as per usual with modern aus, the manhattan newsies collectively live in a group home (and milk tf out of it just because it gets funny reactions online). they’re pretty chill with it, and do weekend/morning newspaper rounds for what’s basically pocket money let’s be honest
anyway
character hcs
race - he/him, trans and ‘aggressively bi’. he went through the whole she/her > she/they > they/them > he/they > he/him pipeline and will murder you if you bring it up. he’s dating albert and spot, spot basically on accident after albert dared him to flirt with her and they flirted back and massively just Vibes™️. I feel like I overuse him in tweets but he’s so dumb that he just works here. autism/adhd king, with a sprinkling of ptsd, and he does NOT take his meds ever, driving everyone insane but they love him anyways. italian and very passionate about it. has way too much clout on tiktok and farms his friends for it
albert - he/him, gay, dating finch, spot and race “somehow”. I pretty much combine sky and jacob with him, where he has two older and one younger brother. benji is with a foster family albert didn’t want to stay with and their older brothers are in an endless battle to get custody of them both (he jokes about it sm and they both hate him for it, like “you got custody yet???” “fuck you”). he has too many piercings to count because he does them himself whenever he gets bored and Does Not Learn that it’s a bad idea. dealt with cd when he was younger but it didn’t develop further. he knows like three phrases in portuguese and got into an argument with finch about him being wrong without realising he was speaking spanish once
jack - he/him and bi, dating katherine and davey (after kath put a gun to his head and made him ask davey out). he’s the identified Big Brother of the others and takes it comically seriously while also being exhausted of them all. by all technicalities he’s flagged on every train line that leave the city because he definitely has not made it halfway to new mexico once at 11, but that’s irrelevant he’d never do that again nope. adhd and some mild abandonment issues, hands are always covered in doodles and he also draws on everyone else too whether they want him to or not
davey - he/they, demiboy and gay, dating Jack and has absolutely zero idea how it happened (“I’m going out with jack…” “your sisters ex?” “…yeah?” “ok then🧍”). he’s much more of a weirdo than people give them credit for and comes out with thee most concerning statements completely unprompted like it’s nothing. jewish, autistic with a side of anxiety that the newsies are helping a lot with and be spend 99% of their time with them between school to the point he’s almost dead on his feet. he’s this close to changing race’s twitter password, and is besties with elmer who loves the opportunity to speak polish with someone
crutchie - any pronouns, just chills with identifying as queer and milks ‘had polio in the 21st century’ like their life depends on it because how else are you gonna cope with severe neglect. most people call him charlie in public because they’re all terrified of getting chewed out by well meaning members of the public (crutchie won’t correct anyone). an absolute menace with nerf guns and usually sticks to jack like glue, because they spent time in and out of foster homes when they were much younger together
katherine - she/her, bi, dating jack. she’s practically an inch away from losing her job with how much time she spends not working to hang around with the newsies, is captain of the javey fan club and just all around a legend. constantly gets rich jokes and accepts it as necessary for their friendship. most of what I have for her aligns with canon already ngl
spot - she/he/they, genderfluid and bi, agab is the worlds biggest unsolved mystery that will remain unsolved. always refers to race and albert as her weird looking dogs. lives in a home in brooklyn after spending a few years completely on the streets. ptsd and absolutely no ability to acknowledge it (race and al help), and he’s absolutely covered in both stick and poked and legit but illegal tattoos
finch - he/him, gay, dating albert. he ran away a total of six times and lived in several parks for weeks before someone decided ‘hey maybe we should take him away lol’ and so deals with chronic hypothermia and trust issues. raised a baby sparrow that won’t leave now that it’s an adult, but he didn’t name it so the others just call it “finch’s baby boy”. irish/spanish decent but no real connection to either because it’s a link to his family, which he’d rather not have
morris - he/him, gay and steadily getting over a lot of internalised homophobia. spent way too much time with oscar in and out of crappy homes or their father/uncles ‘care’ so is very dependent on his brother. autism, ocd and cptsd, all of which he gets very little actual support for. he spends way too much money endlessly looping on the subway cause the movement is relaxing. he’s on friendlier terms with the newsies than oscar
oscar - he/it, aroace, probably aligns with agender but doesn’t think about it, autism/adhd (where adhd is significantly more apparent), bpd, aspd, cptsd and mild dyscalculia because he’s my current fav so I have to fuck it over the most. very protective over morris and has zero tolerance for the newsies unlike his brother. it’s camera roll consists entirely of bad candids of morris. taught himself to play a guitar he found in a skip, cannot read sheet music and primarily uses it as stim. I could do an entire thing just about modern delancey’s honestly
I said more x
feel free to ask stuff about this cause I love developing the nonsense the way I don’t get to just in the tweets
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britesparc · 26 days ago
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Weekend Top Ten #657
Top Ten Looney Tunes Characters
So the next couple of weeks we’re going to be doing a little theme, subtitled “I Can’t Believe I’ve Not Already Done This, I’ve Been Writing These Stupid Lists For Nearly Thirteen Years Jesus Christ What Am I Doing”. Basically, I’m going to do a few character focused lists, and they’re going to start with a focus on the Golden Age of animation. This week: Looney Tunes! Or Merrie Melodies. Y’know, the characters now owned by Warner Bros, until they decide to delete them to save tuppence on a bus fare or something.
When I was a kid – and this definitely isn’t true nowadays – classic animated shorts from the forties and fifties were regularly shown on TV. Not only that, in the eighties Warners put out compilation movies, such as 1982’s 1001 Rabbit Tales. As such, I was really familiar with the characters and the overall tone and, I dunno, lore of Looney Tunes. I loved this, because just by being a kid and watching cartoons, I was receiving an education in the history of animation. I can’t begin to tell you how useful this was when Who Framed Roger Rabbit rolled around and I could recognise not just Porky and Daffy, but Betty Boop and Droopy and all the other classic characters.
There’s always been a bit of a rivalry between Looey Tunes and Disney’s Silly Symphonies; maybe rivalry isn’t the right word, but the two often stand in contradiction to each other. I reckon if you actually watch enough of them it’s not as pronounced as it is in our popular imagination, but basically Disney’s lot are kind of jovial nice-guy comedies; the Warner Bros version is anarchic and destructive and crazy. I can’t see Disney ever making What’s Opera Doc? or Duck Amuck (on the other hand, Donald Duck is a borderline sociopath).
Anyway, all this is just meandering preamble to me ranking all the Looney Tunes character, with a subtle hint that future weeks may see characters from other beloved animated stables. Th-th-th-th-that’s all, folks!
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Daffy Duck: who else could it be? Daffy is a candidate for the greatest animated character of all time. He’s a selfish, vainglorious, egomaniacal force of nature; he’s a self-referential meta joke machine; and he’s just utterly insane. He’s a disrupter, coming in and trashing everything. He’s the sort of guy who talks big then gets a comeuppance, but we root for him all the same; he also often takes on even worse guys who deserve a bigger comeuppance. He has a fantastic voice courtesy of Mel Blanc. And look, there’s no getting around it; Duck Amuck is a contender for the greatest animated short of all time. Daffy rules.
Marvin the Martian: I can’t make the big claims for Marvin that I make for Daffy or Bugs (spoiler alert for number three). Marvin is just, to me, really funny. His design, with his faceless black head and massive Roman plume on his helmet; his strained voice, like a put upon accountant; and the way his stories escalate with increasing levels of absurdity. He’s a funny guy with a cool design. I just love him. Fun fact: he’s dressed like the Roman god Mars. Do you get it? Mars.
Bugs Bunny: Bugs, like Daffy, is a disruptor, but unlike Daffy he’s rarely in it for himself; he’s usually just absolutely sticking it to the man. Yes, he’s funny, with his carrot munching and his “what’s up doc”-ing. But he’s been described as a genderfluid trickster god to sit alongside Loki, and that’s not too far from the truth (how often does he dress up as a sexy woman to befuddle old Elmer?). He subverts and destroys almost every convention he comes across, and it’s sublime. Ain’t he a stinker?
Wile E. Coyote: silent, dogged pursuit sounds intense and serious – like Michael Myers in Halloween – but it’s, well, daft. The way Wile E. builds his elaborate Acme death traps, unleashes them at the right moment, but then utterly fails, sending him crashing cataclysmically into a canyon wall or plummeting down a chasm to create a beautiful O-ring of dust, is so iconic it essentially defines an entire genre of animation.
Elmer Fudd: shhhh, be vewwy vewwy qwuiet. He’s hunting wabbits. Fudd is, arguably, the greatest comic foil; a stupid, self-important idiot, representing the status quo, the power dynamic that needs disrupting. When you’re the fall guy you need to be able to take the punches, and his big, bald, face – like an elderly baby – can roll with the punches. Plus, and it’s no small thing, his performance is terrific, his voice iconic. Kill de wabbit!
Tasmanian Devil: there’s little nuance here, no in-depth characterisation to dissect; nor do I think he’s some kind of archetype that defines animation. Yes, there’s great vocal work being done from Blanc, and also in his design and animation. But basically he’s just this crazy, uncontrollable, all-devouring force of nature. So wildly funny he, somehow, got his own sitcom, a fact as weird as he is.
Yosemite Sam: like Elmer or Marvin, he’s basically a foil, essentially a villain, designed to get his britches burned by Bugs or whomever. Unlike Elmer Fudd, he’s a much more aggressive and angry figure, violently shooting off his guns and basically being a big jerk; it’s quite funny, his accent and his mannerisms really strong. And his design is incredibly, a shortarse cowboy whose entire face is basically one enormous orange tasche. Yee-haw!
Foghorn Leghorn: I say, I say, I say, there’s something really appealing about a rooster who’s also just, like, a big unit. A sheer massive dude. He comes in, like a know-it-all, dead smart and all. And the big thing – the thing that really makes it art, that makes him an all-timer – is that voice. Just a Texan legend. Pay attention, son.  
Porky Pig: I’m pretty sure he’s headlined cartoons, but really Porky is a classic support act; the headliner’s best friend. He excels in being the smarter, more level-headed sidekick to Daffy, sensitively coming up with better solutions and being ignored, just to stoically accept whatever chaos is unleashed. Again, you’ve got a great design and voice, but also arguably the most iconic, defining catchphrase in – I dunno, is this hyperbole? – all of animation. “That’s all folks” is just a commonplace piece of modern culture. That’s pure Porky.
Witch Hazel: there are so many supporting characters, so many minor villains or randos in Looney Tunes. And that’s without acknowledging the likes of Tweety and Sylvester, or the slightly more problematic Speedy Gonzales (I’ve heard arguments pro and con) and the frankly very problematic Pepe le Pew. But I’ve always loved Witch Hazel; mostly her design, a vast green head, huge body, and teeny tiny spindly legs. And the way she always shoots off in a cloud of hairpins. She’s a delight.
My big worry with this list is that I might have made some egregious error about the history of Looney Tunes. Never mind, eh? Let’s just pretend Daffy wrote it.
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blue-bird-lamentation · 2 years ago
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Huey about Elmer in 2002: "He's my best friend. That's all. No more, no less. Although I could never make such an embarassing confession to him personally."
Elmer about Huey in 2002: "He's my friend. My best friend ever."
Ok...bit fruity 🤨
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ducktracy · 2 years ago
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INSANE that this is the first porky movie since the groovy goolies one. which i assume is porky focused because he’s in the title. Sure bugs replaced him as The mascot but still yknow???? Yknow??????
Anyways im SO excited for this movie i PRAY it comes out
I KNOWWWWWWWWWW HE DESERVES IT!! GOD all of what i’m about to say is nothing you lovely people haven’t heard before because i have terminal I Love To Repeat Myself disease, but it is legitimately soooooooooo so so heartbreaking how slept on and under discussed of a character he is. have said it a million times but despite Daffy barely squeaking by as my #1 favorite i talk about Porky SO MUCH because the gospel of the pig needs to get out there! i truly think he’s one of the funniest and most sincere and most versatile characters the studio has to offer and very enigmatic and it’s really really sad that he barely gets any recognition outside of “the guy who stutters” or “the that’s all folks guy” or “the boring pig” (NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
the Duck Dodgers TV series was originally intended to be a movie if i recall but they scrapped that and turned it into an actual series (and for the better i’d say), likewise deleted footage of Back in Action showed him having slightly more significance (but not by much.) i sincerely hope that with this upcoming movie—and LTC as a whole—that it inspires people to look into both his cartoons and the Porky and Daffy dynamic more as a whole because i think it too is a dynamic that is incredibly slept on
part of why i’m so crazy about Porky and/or Porky/Daffy cartoons is the NOVELTY of it all—again, have said this all before but growing up in an era dominated by the Jones and Freleng interpretations of the characters i never knew that LT shorts used to be in black and white or that Porky used to be so popular or that Porky and Daffy were THE duo that represented the studio for a good number of years. and i’m definitely a person who flocks to novelty more than something that’s more polished, so discovering this whole branch of cartoons that have Porky and Daffy killing each other or being besties or whatever else have you just felt like an entire treasure trove! because all i had known were typical pair ups like Bugs and Daffy or Bugs and Elmer or Bugs and Yosemite Sam and all that. and it helps that the Porky and Daffy shorts are so unique through their versatility too, there’s an overlying theme with them all but they are both characters who aren’t nearly as bound to formula as the others and there’s more room for experimentation which is something that really interests me more personally as well.
BUT BACK TO PORKY. YES. he is done so dirty and not given the time of day and it’s just absolutely absurd!!! i truly think he’s one of the funniest characters the studio has to offer and he has way more personality outside of just stuttering or looking cute or reacting to characters funnier than him (to paraphrase Tiny Toons), and i really hope that this movie allows people to see him in a new light and get more curious about him. likewise with the Porky and Daffy dynamic, with it being a feature i’m hoping that it’ll be able to explore and hit some nuances that maybe the regular series doesn’t hit all the time (as i do think there is a more strong sense of formula to a bit of an inhibition in the LTC Porky and Daffys rather than what their classic counterparts offered) or don’t have the time/opportunity TO hit
and even if none of this Worldwide Porky Enlightenment that i’m fantasizing about happens i’ll still be happy. LTC’s Porky and Daffy dynamic isn’t perfect by any means and has a lot of vices it can get itself into, but regardless i am so fortunate and excited for this movie and seriously hope it sees the light of day; to appease crazed pig and duck fanatics such as myself, but to also showcase everyone’s hard work and talent. there’s a lot of incredible talent on this film and i truly hope they get the credit and satisfaction and fulfillment that they deserve to the fullest extent
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ghost-inacup · 2 years ago
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Hey bitches guess who has a drawfee fixation now
Anywho this is inspired by this episode, re: bugs and elmer: https://youtu.be/EEY3kRk7jks?t=1552
Time and again, you play this game. 
It begins the same. Your team talks to his and his manager then talks to yours who talks to you and like a damned fool, you agree each time. 
And each time he flashes that dazzling smile at you while you know the contract is being skewed in his favour but you don’t care at that moment because he looks happy near you and a few thousand dollars doesn’t matter in front of him looking into your eyes soulfully, even if it's only for the cameras.
You both smile as he hugs you, screaming “ We got back together! OMG Elmy baby i love you so. Much.” And you say I love you back and try to convince yourself it's all fake.
It didn’t use to be, but then, he wasn’t always a selfish prick. Now you couldn’t convince him to look at you if he didn’t get any money.
The first time, the love was there. Or so you liked to believe. It's a blur now, but he stands out clear in all those memories. Smiling, happy,innocent. He was like an angel, genuinely wanting to make a change and form genuine connections.
You wonder what happened.
Or were you just wearing rose tinted glasses, ignoring all those red flags?
The first time they approached you with this idea was just a year after the breakup. You laughed in their faces. Who the fuck even proposed this idea?
But then he called you and said he wanted to do it, to get back closer,and you were putty in his hands.
God it hurts every time.
Every time he plays you, makes you believe he loves you and then releases a video titled “We broke up.” 
And everytime you promise yourself you won’t go back, you won’t do this to yourself, but then he kisses you in the back of the car and you can’t leave.
The fans wonder. Of course they wonder. They theorise that you know, that he isn’t playing you, that it's a mutual agreement.
But then they also wonder if anyone can act that good.
And they're right both times.
You say it's for the money, but all this time you're fighting for love.
You wish desperately for him to mean it when he says ‘I love you.’
But you know he won’t change.
He will never love you.
If only you could stop hoping.
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Yeah anyways i haven't watched a lot of their videoes yet, but the ones i have have me frothing at the mouth, thank you @chucklingmaniacally for making me a bit insane about this
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fantastic-bby · 4 years ago
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ATEEZ vs. Christmas confessions
Pairing: Gender neutral Reader x Member
Genre: Pure fluff 
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: When you spend Christmas at the ATEEZ dorm, they confess to you
Warnings: -
A/n: Merry Christmas!! It’s already Christmas over where I’m at, but it might be weird because I know half of the world is still only in the 24th, but I hope everyone has an amazing Christmas and Happy New Years! 
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Hongjoong
Would help you decorate a few weeks beforehand 
I feel like he’s probably more excited than he would show 
He just really likes christmas 
He even made a v short song about it because he likes it that much 
Wants to see what you think about it 
Bcs your opinion matter a lot to him 。◕‿◕。
Still won’t admit that he likes you even tho it’s pretty obvious 
Spends the night trying to stay close to you
Would probably get bullied by the other members because they all know 
If anyone else got you for secret santa, he would pretty much beg them to let him have you 
“Please???”
“Hyung, it’s just your luck” 
“PLEASE????” 
He just keeps saying please until Wooyoung gives him your name because he starts feeling bad 
Would buy you cute multiple gifts but they’re all small gifts 
Mingi or Yunho would purposefully hold mistletoe above the two of you 
Bcs they just want him to tell you already 
He’s nervous
You’re nervous
You’re both just staring at each other like ●﹏●
Until someone else Yeosang just yells at you to kiss already 
You peck his cheek softly 
Joong’s face is completely red
He wants to kiss you more 
Pulls you away from everyone else to finally confess to you
When you say you like him back he politely asks for another kiss like the good boy he is 
Seonghwa
Got you for secret santa when everyone drew names 
He’s excited bcs he knows exactly what to get you
He likes you a lot and tries to make it obvious but not too obvious
Apparently it's not obvious to you bcs you brush it off a lot as friendly flirting 
Puts him down a lot bcs he’s worried you don’t like him back
You do 
You’re just oblivious to it 
San teases him about it a lot 
Wooyoung teases you about it a lot 
“Whaaat?? There’s no way Hwa likes me haha Woo you’re being weird” 
Hwa helps you set up the tree because everyone else planned something to finally get you two together 
They’re all hiding from both of you 
When you and Hwa are alone you’re just setting up the tree while listening to music 
He loves the way you find the ornaments so pretty even when half of them are crumpled 
Bcs Mingi bullied Jongho so he hit him with the bag of ornaments 
Mingi’s lucky they weren’t glass ornaments 
Anygays 
When you notice that Hwa’s staring at you
(゚ω゚;)
You blush ofc bcs hhhhh why’s he staring at you like that??? 
“I like you” 
He blurts it out bcs he can’t hold it in anymore 
When he realises that he said it, he blushes like crazy 
You’re blushing too 
You’re also freaking out on the inside 
If you know that tiktok audio filled with high pitched squeaking and screaming yea that’s what’s going on inside your brain 
“(Y/n)...?” 
“yeAH! ◎ܫ◎” 
You’re flustered 
But you finally tell him you like him back too 
The both of you spend the rest of the night pretty much stuck together while the other members bully you both for taking too long to get together 
Yunho
AAAA I love this man 
If he likes you he would be so precious and flustered about it 
Gets nervous around you vvvvvv easily 
Completely forgets how to act like a human around you 
“Yunho?” 
He screams
And it scares everyone in the room because what??? 
You’re staring at him like “wtf”
He’s staring at you like O_O 
Can’t believe he embarrassed himself like that 
Gets teased by Seonghwa 
The other members knew ofc bcs he’s so bad at hiding it 
You also had a feeling but you never really said anything about it 
Helps you go christmas shopping for secret santa 
He runs around the store like an excited puppy 
Is so amazed by all the cute decorations 
“(Y/n)!!! Can we get these?” 
Points to random decorations and holds them out in front of your face 
You let him because you think it’s cute
When you actually get to decorating their dorm he stumbles around a lot 
Makes you really worried 
You see him hanging the lights 
The ladder starts shaking 
“YUNHO???”
He fell but he’s fine because Hongjoong broke his fall he almost crushed the poor man
Confesses to you on accident 
He’s talking to Mingi about it in their room and you accidentally overhear bcs the door is slightly open
“I like (Y/n) a lot” 
“Yea it’s so obvious” 
“That’s not helping” 
Wants to confess at the right time 
But since you overhear you push open their door to the bedroom and they’re both staring at you like (◯Δ◯∥)
You’re staring at Yunho 
He’s staring at you 
Mingi ran away 
“Yun, I like you too you know” 
He goes all huh 
You tell him that you like him too you just never said anything about it 
His face goes from O-O to :D real quick 
Cuddles you for the rest of the night 
Won’t let you leave his side 
Yeosang
No one knows about his crush on you 
He’s very secretive about it 
Thought about talking to Wooyoung but he knows that man might just spill to you on accident 
It’s happened before and Yeo calls him a bumbling fool because of it 
Can compose himself around you 
But sometimes his mind just goes into overdrive 
Finds everything about you adorable 
You got San for secret santa 
You’re torn between buying him condoms as a joke or actually getting him a proper gift 
Yeosang thinks it’s cute that you even considered buying him peppermint flavoured condoms bcs even he thinks it’s funny 
“Yeosang, seriously, should I get him condoms or the plushie???” 
Laughs at you bcs he finds you extremely adorable 
Even tho he’s not your boyfriend, he protects you whenever the members tease you about something 
You tripped over Yunho’s long ass legs while he was sprawled out in the living room, letting San and Wooyoung try and turn him into the grinch
You get covered in the weird green fur that they were using 
When Yeosang hears them laughing at you 
He comes up behind them all (-`д´-)
He makes them leave you alone 
“Don’t laugh at them!!” 
Helps clean you up too 
It takes a lot of time because you’re covered in glue 
“Why are they using elmer’s glue???” 
“I don’t know,,,” 
You two spend quite some time in the bathroom just trying to clean your previously cute sweater 
Yeosang decides he’ll just throw it into the wash in the morning 
Lets you wear that really big grey hoodie of his bcs he thinks you look so (♥ω♥*)
The way it pretty much engulfs you completely 
He tells you before you leave his room 
“I like you a lot, (Y/n)” 
You’re honestly surprised 
Didn’t expect him to like you back because he’s just that good at hiding it 
You tell him you like him too
He pats your head while feeling all c:
Spends the rest of the night helping WooSan turn Yunho into the grinch 
San
He tried to make it really obvious that he likes you 
You just never seemed to notice 
Flirts with you a lot 
Compliments you a lot 
Calls you cute a lot 
But you just blush and brush it off 
He’s all pouty because he thinks you don’t like him back 
He forces Jongho to give him your name for secret santa
“Please”
“But hyuuuung”
“GIVE ME THE DAMN NAME”
Jongho’s lowkey sad bcs he knew what he wants to get you but doesn’t know what to get for Hongjoong 
San goes all out 
Buys you a HUGE gift 
Like it’s actually HUGE 
The box is almost the size of Yunho 
You’re kinda scared of the large package when you see it 
But when you open it you’re all UWU because it’s a giant teddy bear
There’s a cute note hanging off of the tag saying it’s from San 
Draws a cute c: on the note
He tells the others he has a plan to confess to you 
He asks Yeosang to hold mistletoe above the two of you 
Yeosang thinks it’s dumb 
So he asks Seonghwa instead 
He also thinks it’s dumb 
(`Д´) 
San asks all of them to help 
Hongjoong offers because he wants to be nice (also bcs he knows that if San asks Wooyoung, he might throw the mistletoe at the two of you and accidentally hurt someone in the process) 
Hongjoong gets Mingi to help bcs he’s tall 
Mingi hangs the mistletoe from the ceiling 
Almost gives Joong a heart attack in the process bcs he almost slipped off the ladder 
San’s excited 
Mingi accidentally slips anyway and almost brings down the whole ceiling with him 
Everyone’s terrified
Mingi gets up and reassures everyone he’s fine despite almost destroying the whole dorm 
San’s frustrated bcs now he has no excuse to just kiss you 
Instead, Yeosang shoves you two into the closet and locks the door 
Forces San to confess or else he’ll tell you himself 
He finally tells you 
You go “ohhhhh” bcs now you realise his flirting was actually flirting and not just San being playful 
You apologise for being so oblivious 
San finds you so adorable he just kisses your nose 
You love it 
Spends the rest of the night trailing you like a puppy and makes hot coco with you 
Mingi
Mingi’s like Yunho 
Becomes an absolute mess around you 
Doesn’t know how to handle his feelings 
Finds every inch of you insanely adorable 
He pretty much does everything for you 
“Mingi, can you help me with—” 
“Okay :D” 
“I didn’t even say what it was…” 
It was just baking cookies 
He helps you decorate the cookies 
He messes up a lot 
The snowmen cookies don’t look anything like snowmen but you find them so cute  
Mingi makes you laugh a lot bcs he likes hearing you laugh 
Purposefully messes up the cookies to show them to you 
“(Y/n)! Look!” 
He managed to turn the santa hat into traffic cone 
You find it so cute 
Mingi’s just an absolute bundle of sunshine around you 
When you’re all decorating the christmas tree 
Jongho hands you the star to place at the top 
But you can’t reach it because the tree’s so tall 
Yunho offers to help but Mingi shoves him aside asks him to let him do it
He stands behind you 
“I’ll carry you” 
“Wait—no—” 
You don’t have any time to process that he’s lifted you onto his shoulders 
You’re surprised at how easily he carries you 
Almost bumps your head onto the ceiling because he’s so tall 
“Mingi!! Careful!!” 
He has to squat slightly so that you don’t get hurt 
When he brings you back down he has the biggest smile on his face 
“I like you” 
Your face changes from :D to (꒪⌓꒪) real quick 
Mingi thinks you don’t like him back 
Gets sad for a moment 
It’s not that you don’t 
You just didn’t think he liked you back and now you’re so flustered your brain pretty much short circuits 
“Nononono” 
He visibly deflates 
You explain that you like him back 
His group members cheer for him bcs goddamn you both took so damn long to confess 
He spends the rest of the night clinging onto you 
“Mingi, I have to pee” 
“Bring me with you” 
Wooyoung 
He doesn’t want to make it as obvious that he likes you but he can’t help it 
When you’re around he gets so excited his volume goes all the way up
You find it adorable 
You know he likes you and you like him too
You just wanna see how far he goes before he finally confesses to you 
He helps you cook dinner 
You accidentally burn yourself while cooking and he’s all “!!!” 
Maybe he went a bit overboard 
Tries to wrap your entire hand in bandages 
“Woo, I promise I’m fine. It’s just a burn” 
Still offers to run out and buy something to soothe the burn 
It’s not even that serious, your hand just grazed the frying pan lightly 
Wooyoung only calms down when you reassure him for the hundredth time 
Keeps an eye on you while you continue cooking but loosens up after a while 
He feeds you the food to taste (^▽^)
Chases you around with a wooden spoon because you pranked him 
When he catches you 
He can’t bring himself to hit you really hard
So he just 
Taps your arm with it
When it’s time to unwrap presents 
You realise that Wooyoung was your secret santa 
He got a picture of the two of you framed 
It’s a picture you both really like 
Wooyoung LOVES the picture 
Every time he sees it he just gets all (♥ω♥ )
It was the first time you went to their concerts after you became friends 
Jongho helped take the picture at the time 
Wooyoung also had a cute lil sticky note on it that was basically his confession 
You find it so endearing 
When you turn to him he’s smiling really widely but he’s obviously really nervous 
You tell him you like him back and his smile somehow manages to widen 
He pretty much grabs you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug 
He’s honestly a child at heart and he’s so cute 
You spend the rest of the night teasing the other members with him and pranking them 
The other members found it cute at first 
Now they hate it 
Bcs somehow you just managed to make his pranking more intense
Jongho 
Doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions 
Gets really quiet around you because he doesn’t want to say something that could embarrass him
You feel like he doesn’t like you as a person in general from how quiet he is 
Either way, you needed his help to carry some stuff from your car into the dorm 
“Jong, could you help me carry some stuff?” 
His heart flutters at the thought of you asking him first 
So he helps you 
It’s still silent because he really doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself 
You’re kinda scared because you knew he was really strong and you didn’t want torture the others with carrying the bags filled with various christmas decorations 
All of you decorate the living room together 
Jongho’s kinda sad that you don’t stick by his side 
He wonders whether you don’t like him either and starts feeling discouraged because he was supposed to play you a song he wrote
He had Hongjoong help him 
Hongjoong finds Jongho really cute and he couldn’t say no 
He has to reassure Jongho that you do like him because you’ve told Hongjoong before 
“I don’t think they hate you” 
“They don’t talk to me much T-T” 
“Just try it” 
Jongho still doesn’t know how to feel 
Brings out his guitar and starts feeling real nervous 
You watch him intently 
When he’s done, you’re both blushing like crazy 
Pulls you away from the others to talk to you about it 
“You were so quiet I thought you didn’t like me,,,” 
Now he feels bad for being so quiet 
He explains that he just felt really nervous around you 
You find that adorable 
He cuddles you for the rest of the night 
He’s so strong he legit doesn’t let you go and you can’t escape 
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violetwolfraven · 4 years ago
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Modern!Wormsies Headcanons because I’m terrified wormsies is going to die before 2021 gets here
Tw for mild horror. I don’t think this is that bad but read at your own risk. I don’t l know why I created it I just felt compelled to but don’t read it unless you’re as insane as I am and are fully prepared to read the most cursed thing I have ever created. Seriously. This is by far the most cursed thing I have ever written. Good luck. 💜
So anyway they’re not selling to survive obviously since it’s modern au.
In my modern au they’re all theatre nerds cause why not.
So they’re backstage one day and Race finds this blue thing behind an old set that has probably been there for several years.
Lo and behold, it is a worm on a string.
And Race is kinda weirded out and wondering who left it there but he’s like aight guess I’m keeping this thing.
He ties it to a strap on his backpack and forgets about it for the rest of rehearsal.
Then Romeo (one of Race’s 3 adoptive brothers, the others being Jack and Crutchie) notices it and f l i p s o u t.
Romeo drags over Specs and Jack and Crutchie to show them the worm Race found and they’re all like omg this is the best thing we’ve ever seen.
Race is still kinda confused but like hey whatever this might as well happen and he just figures if his brothers and his little brother’s boyfriend are gonna obsess over worms, why not join in?
They all get worms somehow. Romeo gets a green one, Specs gets a purple one, Jack gets a dark blue one, and Crutchie gets a yellow one.
When they all show up to rehearsal a few days later with worms, a few others pick up on it and are like lmao let’s join in on the insanity.
So anyway Albert gets a red one, Smalls gets a green one, Mike gets a purple one, Ike gets a yellow one cause it’s the opposite of purple, and Elmer gets a green one.
All the others are all kinda just whatever do what you want don’t involve us in your insanity.
BUT THEN
Over the course of the next couple weeks, only a couple more people join in on getting worms.
Sniper gets a purple one and Finch gets an orange one.
But what’s strange is that everybody starts noticing...
The kids with worms pick up choreography...
Faster and Better...
Than the kids without worms...
They’re stretchier and more agile...
...almost like..?
Almost like...
They...
don’t...
have...
spines..?
They wiggle just like their worms wiggle wiggle wiggle.
And Specs is the most logical of the ones with worms but even he fully believes his worm gives him special powers.
They spend their snack breaks talking about this and a few more people decide to get in on it.
Jojo gets a yellow one, Mush gets a dark blue one, and Blink gets a light blue one.
Davey, Spot, and Katherine still refuse to believe in this.
Sarah got a pink worm and they were all terribly disappointed in her.
But anyway they hold out their lack of belief despite how the kids with worms continue to perform better in dance numbers than the few left without.
Kenny caves and gets a dark blue one somewhere in here.
There are now a lot more kids with worms than kids without and the holidays are rolling around.
Ike gets Hotshot a red worm and Hotshot in turn gets red worms for all his crowd on the stage crew (Bart, Rafaela, Joey, Hildy, York, and Vince).
Hell, even the crew kids perform better with worms, it turns out.
Cause they can run fast to get places they need to be and squeeze through spaces they shouldn’t be able to squeeze through.
But anyway Katherine and Davey and Spot are starting to get a little creeped out.
Cause their friends and partners are starting to act more and more like they’re in a cult, even more than the cult that they’re already in (the drama club).
They pretend their worms have fucking personalities and make tiny hats for them and stuff.
And the ones left without worms are dropping like flies and getting assimilated to the other side.
Buttons gets a light blue one, Tommy Boy gets a pink one, Henry gets an orange one, and
And Sarah gets Les a green worm.
That’s kinda the last straw for Davey.
He fucking waits until his siblings are asleep and he throws their worms in the trash.
But mysteriously
They both have their worms back in time for rehearsal.
And Davey gets home that night and there’s a light blue worm waiting on his pillow.
He throws it away but it’s tied to his backpack strap the next day.
He flushes it down the toilet and it shows up in his favorite hoodie pocket.
He tells Katherine and Spot, super freaked out, but they don’t really believe him cause there’s no such thing as magic worms... right?
Then Katherine finds a purple worm on the seat she usually sits in during breaks.
She’s moderately creeped out so she leaves it there and goes to a different seat but the next break the worm is on that seat.
She can’t remember seeing anyone move it.
Meanwhile Spot is making out with Race behind a curtain (obviously) and Race
Race fucking pulls a red worm out of his sleeve like a scarf trick and gives it to him.
Spot is super weirded out by this and wants to just throw the dumb thing away the minute he and Race are done making out, but he just...
He can’t.
He can’t get rid of the worm, so he ties it to his backpack.
Katherine and Davey are mildly horrified that Spot has given in and won’t give up his worm even though you’re encouraging their cult-like behavior, Spot, come on.
Spot insists that he could throw away his worm if he wanted to, he just... doesn’t want to. And besides, he can keep up with the others on theatre stuff now, so why would he?
So Kath and Davey are
The
Last
Ones
Left
Without worms.
Davey’s worm is still following him around but he refuses to give in and he always gets rid of it as soon as he finds it but it always pops up again.
Katherine’s shows up less frequently, but it starts getting more and more frequent and she starts getting more and more freaked out as one night, she goes into her room and that fucking purple worm is on her pillow.
None of her friends have been to her house in the last 24 hours so this development is fucking terrifying.
She calls Davey and flips out on the phone to him about it and he’s trying to calm her down but Sarah ends up stealing his phone after a few minutes because she’s my girlfriend, Davey, not yours.
When Davey gets the phone back, Katherine is significantly calmer. He asks her if she threw the worm away.
She
Didn’t
Throw the worm away.
She claims it’s fine, that they might as well give in, Davey, we’re the last ones left without worms, just out of stubbornness. And anyway our friends with worms are doing fine; look at your siblings if you need proof.
Sarah and Les are having a tea party with their worms and Davey is getting pretty scared at this point.
He’s the last one left without a worm, though that blue one still always seems to show up wherever he is.
Until
Opening night
Of
Their
Show
Afterwards everybody’s pumped up and ready to go to Applebee’s to celebrate and Davey is relieved because no one has mentioned worms in the last 24 hours or even really looked at the ones still tied to their backpacks.
He thinks maybe the others got bored with it and this thing is finally dying, especially since that damn light blue worm hasn’t showed up today either.
But then Davey is just sharing a nice coffee alone with Jack backstage (which he hasn’t done since the worm thing started because honestly his boyfriend was creeping him out).
Jack suddenly starts crying, and Davey’s all like hey what is it? Babe look at me what’s wrong?
And Jack just goes I’m sorry love I know it hurts now but it’s better in the long run trust me.
That’s when Elmer, Specs, Sarah, and Mush burst in behind them and grab Davey, shoving a bag over his head and dragging him somewhere.
When the bag is taken off of Davey’s head, he’s tied to a chair in the middle of a choir room that all his friends have somehow squeezed into.
They’re all holding their worms.
And Davey is like guys if this is an elaborate prank it wasn’t even that funny to begin with but now it is very very much not funny.
But Sarah just goes in a sad tone it’s not a prank Davey.
Les not looking like he’s trying not to laugh is what makes Davey believe it’s not a prank.
And Davey is legitimately terrified at this point because even Spot and Katherine are looking at him with a solemn kind of pity and when he asks them for help they just shake their heads and tell him everything will be okay.
He turns to Jack and is still clinging to that last little bit of hope that one of the people he loves might not have gone off the deep end.
That last little bit of hope that the boy he loves is still the boy I fell for. I know you’re still in there so please just untie me Jackie.
Jack looks like he’s trying not to cry but he doesn’t move.
Instead he says I love you Davey. It’ll all be over soon.
Do it, Race.
Race steps forward and Davey just about has a heart attack because
He’s
Holding
That
Goddamn
Light blue
Worm
And he takes some rainbow duct tape out of his pocket and tapes it to Davey’s shirt.
And the others all start chanting one of us one of us one of us as Davey can practically feel the spine leave his body and travel to another dimension where there’s a man who collects them.
It turns out the others were right that he should just give in.
Now it’s time for them to get the rest of the school.
Edit: here is my attempt to justify myself for this. 💜
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dolokhoded · 4 years ago
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Could you do something for Ralbert with one of these soulmate au prompt thingys?
also i hope whatever you're dealing with passes soon and you feel better soon. you can get through this
thank u sm, it'll be alright, i think :) anyways ooooh many interesting prompts!!!!! let's do the one where your dreams are memories from your soulmates past life, alright!!
obviously, we have a whole canon historical era in our hands here so we're using that as the past life
race has had many dreams like those, they're usually from new york, 1899. shouting headlines, counting their pennies every day and this big wave of rush and adrenaline from some event he can never quite make out?? it must've been important, to that ginger boy he keeps seeing in his sleep.
it's mainly that, but he's seen him in other places too. he's seen him some time in the 18th century as a blacksmith, somewhere in london around 1340 as a baker's son, he's seen him somewhere in ancient greece, running through a vineyard, a slight breeze hitting his face despite the insane summer temperatures,,
point is, he's seen him in many interesting situations. the most interesting part, though, is that he's always there as well
he can't remember one time he didn't see himself standing beside the boy, at first he supposed it was a soulmate thing, but after he asked his friends about it none of them recalled ever seeing themselves in those dreams. or at least, not as often.
specs had, maybe a time or two, and so had ike, but as often as race had? no, that only happened to him. and the more he saw himself, the more excited he grew to meet that boy. he'd love him, he knew he would? how could he not? they always seemed to have an unmatchable connection.
which is why the older he grew, the more disappointed he got.
it's not like most people had found their soulmate by age 24, but race had seen himself as a child in those dreams, they were usually together by the time they were teenagers.
what if he didn't find him this time? what if they were too far away from each other? was it even worth finding out anymore?
he had considered it wasn't, for a second, before jack dragged him back out and made him come to his senses again. no, he couldn't just stop looking. he had to find him. he would.
still, as time passed, he felt like he was searching for something that didn't even exist anymore.
the last nail in the coffin was when elmer found his soulmate.
i mean, he was happy for him, he was his friend, but he really couldn't be the only one left yet to find his own.
and it was that same week he almost gave up that as he was getting home from his dance class some idiot crashed into him with his fucking skateboard
surprise surprise, skateboard idiot was our very own albert dasilva.
he was about to tell him off until he looked up and saw the person he'd crashed with
and he probably wouldn't have believed it if albert wasn't looking at him with the exact same expression, jaw hanging open.
"it's you"
"it's me"
silence went on for a little too long and it felt like the second he looked at albert's face, all those memories from all the lives they'd spent together suddenly came back flooding in his brain
it took him a second to get something out
"fuck's sake, albie, where have you been, jesus!"
albert's mouth quirks upwards and he lets out a chuckle that slowly progresses into full on laughter, both of them laughing with each other, sitting down on the pavement, yup, that was his racetrack alright
they never leave each other's sight from that day
race has waited his entire life to see albert again, always worrying he would never find him or that it wouldn't be as great as it seemed in those dreams but fuck, it was, it was better, being with albert felt like a dream
it's pretty gay my dudes
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fungalnebula · 4 years ago
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Prologue
Chapter One (will be linked when published)
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There was a large tube inside the basement of the Fenton building. It was closed off by a large, military grade door, securing the emptiness of the tube. This machine had been sitting in the basement of the Fenton building, unused, since its conception two long years ago.
“Danny, why didn’t you tell us about this?” One of Danny’s best friends, Sam, asked as Danny punched in a code to release the contents of the empty tube. “This is so cool!”
Sam loved the Ghost Aesthetic. Danny felt a little bad for not telling her about the broken portal because of that.
“It didn’t work so I thought you guys wouldn’t care,” Danny said. “It was broken anyway…”
“Dude, it’s still a ghost portal!” Danny’s other best friend, Tucker, exclaimed. “Even if it doesn’t work, all the bones are still there.”
“I’m sorry, guys. I didn’t know it would be that interesting.”
“Are you insane!?” Sam exclaimed, “this is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Let me take a picture of you!”
“No way, Samantha.” Danny groused, “there is no way I’m getting in that thing. What if the reason it didn’t work is because of loose wires or something? I don’t want to die.”
“You won’t die and you know I hate it when you call me Samantha,” she chastised. “You said it’s been broken for years! There’s no way it’ll work if it hasn’t already. It’s like a dead bear, it can’t hurt you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Danny laughed at her analogy. “You can still fall on a dead bear and get maimed by its teeth AND SLASH OR claws, Samantha.” Danny mocked Sam, waving his hands with each syllable of her name.
“Yeah, bad metaphor, just get in there. You won’t get electrocuted or anything. Your parents probably disconnected it from the power when they gave up on it.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Danny finally conceded, “let me at least wear one of the suits my parents made for me. You know, just in case.”
“Is it insulated?” Tucker chuckled.
“Yes, Tucker,” Danny retorted. “It is insulated, as a matter of fact.”
Danny walked to a cabinet labeled “Ecto Suits” and pulled out a white jumpsuit with a black collar. He adorned it as well as some black gloves and black boots. He noticed Tucker smirk as Sam attempted to suppress a snort. Danny stuck his tongue out at his two best friends in the world. He’d do anything for those jokers. Danny zipped up his new outfit and took a hesitant step towards the defunct portal.
“You guys really want to do this?” Danny had to force this last word out of his throat. He had been assured that he was safe, but was he really?
“Yeah,” Sam was gentle now. “You’ll be fine. All I want is a little picture of you in that neat thingy.”
Tucker put his hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Don’t worry man, it’s unplugged.” Tucker pointed to a plug on the ground nearby, assuming it was the power source for the portal.
“That makes me feel a bit better.” Danny sighed, relieved. He took another few steps and was in front of the portal. It was eerie and echoey. “Oooo” Danny made a noise and heard it bounce off the metal walls inside.
“Go on,” Sam pushed Danny lightly.
“Hey! Okay, I’m going!” Danny took a step inside the portal. It felt … empty and big. Much bigger than it was. Longer too. The tube felt more like a tunnel at this point, Danny could see the end of the tunnel, but it felt like it was miles away. Danny felt heavy just taking one step inside. He took another and felt his body weigh him down even more. It was just the anxiety, Danny thought to himself. Your body gets heavy when it’s dreading something, right? But there was nothing to worry about, Danny assured himself.
Danny took a few more steps inside the portal and turned around to face the outside. He tasted ozone and he felt like his blood was made of lead. There was the quietest of ringings bouncing around in his head making him somewhat dizzy and his eyes felt like they were vibrating.
“Danny?” Sam asked.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?” Sam looked concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s a bit spooky in here, though,” Danny let out a slight chuckle. “I’ll just suck it up for the picture.”
“Yeah, alright…” Sam trailed off. “Can you do a cool pose? Maybe put your hand against the side and lean or something?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Danny began to place his hand on the side of the portal. As his hand neared the wall, the taste of ozone intensified and his nose started running. His hand was almost to the wall when Sam snapped a picture with her polaroid camera.
“Oops,” she looked nervous as she took out the not-yet-developed picture and handed it to Tucker.
Danny knew she wanted a better shot so he finally put his hand on the wall. Millimeters before his hand made contact, Danny’s fingers felt like cold metal replaced all of his bones. He let his hand rest on the wall to his left as he felt a button depress. Immediately, his heart started racing as he felt panic run up his chest. Daniel Fenton suddenly felt the most excruciating pain he had ever and will ever feel in his life. He felt hundreds of knives stab him at once in every single nerve in his body. An army of knives marched through his nervous system, stabbing down hard with every step. This march of pain within his body moved incredibly fast but at the same time that it moved agonizingly slow.
Danny didn’t feel his throat open up to release a blood curdling scream of pure, horrific pain. He didn’t feel himself drop to his knees, but he did feel that militia of marching, stabbing pain start again at his knees. All he saw was green, neon green, everywhere. He tasted blood and ozone, the lower half of his face, beneath his nose, was wet and sticky. His lips felt like they were drenched in lip gloss that tightened at every breath he took. His left wrist felt like he had laid on it for hours and suddenly moved. Danny knew he was dying.
When his face smacked the metal floor of the now functioning portal, he didn’t feel his nose break, just the pain get more intense and the struggle to breathe increased with his mouth submerged in a shallow pool of blood escaping his nose like a dam had been opened. Danny didn’t feel himself being dragged by his friends out of the portal and he didn’t see the horrified looks on their faces when they saw all the blood and smoke coming from his body. He didn’t feel Tucker grab a broom and poke him with it, he didn’t hear Sam smack Tucker and throw the broom to the wall. Danny didn’t hear his sister pound down the stair and scream at the sight, he didn’t hear Sam wailing and sobbing and pleading with Danny to please wake up, he didn’t hear her whisper, “I’m so sorry Danny, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault, why am I so stupid,” to his head. He didn’t hear his sister, Jazz screaming through her tears at Tucker, “What happened to him? Why is his hair white? Where did all this blood come from?” He didn’t hear Tucker crying, “I’m sorry, I thought it was unplugged, I’m so sorry Jazz, I’m so sorry.”
Danny did hear a ringing, though. He heard waves too. Or was that wind? Danny heard someone whisper but they were so far away.
Then, Danny saw black. Danny saw black and a very dark red. “What did you say?” Danny tried to say, but it was so much less than a whisper. Danny heard a thump, like someone dropping down to sit on a tile floor and the red he saw got brighter.
God, his eyes were so heavy. His lips felt like he had just eaten Elmer’s glue, like he used to do in Kindergarten. When Danny smiled a slight smile, as much as he had the strength to, his lips cracked and he relaxed his face to appease the pain.
Daniel Fenton cracked his eyes. Slowly, sound came back. A ringing gave way to someone screaming, “How could you let this happen? I thought you cared about him.” Someone else bawled, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want this to happen. Please, I’m so sorry, I love him so much.”
Danny was confused. Did he just walk in on someone's death? He couldn’t have, his back was cold and against the tile floor in… his basement? Who died in his basement?
“Oh, god.” Danny felt his stomach drop to his toes. “Did Tuck get hurt by some of Mom or Dad’s ghost shit?”
The room went silent. Danny pulled his eyes open, worried by what he might see.
“What the fuck was that Samantha,” Jazz had murder in her eyes. “Tell me what that was right now.”
“What was what?” Danny asked. He saw Jazz huddled over something in the middle of the room with Sam and Tucker near her. The body wasn’t Tucker’s.
Danny walked over to Jazz and his friends when Tucker looked his way and screamed as loud and as hard as he was capable of screaming. This spooked Danny who took a step to the side and looked at what was on the ground.
It was him.
Danny was looking at his own body on the floor. His now white hair was singed, his left arm was black, contrasting against his pale skin which had been exposed by a large rip in his not-so-insulated suit. It looked like the hand and half of the arm on the left side of the suit had burned off.
Suddenly the body moved and Danny saw the ceiling and his Sister looking over him. He turned his head and saw two scenes. He was looking at Sam while also looking at the now functional ghost portal with a different set of eyes. Danny moved his head back and was now only looking at his sister again.
Danny attempted to move to a sitting position, coughing droplets of blood when he tensed his muscles.
“Oh, my god.” Jazz breathed a sigh of relief, “Danny! Don’t sit up, here. I’ll help you.”
Jazz sort of dragged, sort of pushed Danny’s body closer to the wall, glaring at Tucker and Sam when they moved to help her. Jazz picked up Danny’s head and sat him against the wall of the Fenton Laboratory basement and inspected his face.
“God, Danny.” Jazz’s voice was soaked with concern. “There’s blood all over this place. Your nose is broken.”
Danny realized he couldn’t feel the ground beneath him the second he felt himself fall an inch and hit the ground. He saw a flash as he noticed a ring of light circling around his waist.
“Sam,” Jazz screamed, “what the fuck? My brother almost dies and you think this is the best fucking photo op to snag?”
“I’m sorry Jazz, I-I,” Sam stuttered, “I saw something.”
Jazz turned her head back to her brother, and gasped. “Danny! Your hair is back to normal!”
Barely audible, Danny mumbled; “myhairwasn’tnormal?”
“It was white,” Sam whisperspoke.
“And your suit went all reverse,” Tucker added at full volume from halfway across the room.
“I taste metal,” Danny stuck his tongue out, it looked like he had just been licking blood off of something.
“Probably from all that blood in your mouth.” Jazz’s forehead was the rocky mountains of concern. “And on your chin, down your shirt, all over the floor. God, Danny. We need to take you to the hospital.”
“No!” Danny and Tucker yelled at the same time.
“I’m fine, I feel fine, watch this!” Danny stood up and quickly fell back down demonstrating how not fine he was.
“Sorry, I just hate hospitals,” Tucker murmured. “I didn’t mean to say that…”
Sam waved a polaroid in the air, then gave it to Jazz.
The picture showed a bloodied Danny on the ground wearing a reverse colored “insulated” suit. It’s just a fucking picture of my almost-dead brother, Jazz thought. Then she saw it. There were two rings of light around his waist that looked like they were revealing the outfit Danny was wearing when he went downstairs. A NASA T-Shirt and blue jeans were peaking through the two circles of light. Jazz looked at Danny again and realized he wasn’t wearing the black version of his ecto suit anymore. It went away with the white of his hair.
“Danny, you’re still going to the hospital with me.” Jazz insisted. “Your nose is broken.”
Danny touched his nose and was immediately met with searing, red hot pain.
“Don’t touch it, idiot!” Jazz smacked Danny’s hand away from his nose. “When a part of your body is broken, that’s not an invitation to touch it!”
Danny looked at Sam and Tucker, scared.
Sam smiled at Danny. “We can talk about it after you go to the hospital. Do you want to have a fucked up nose for the rest of your life?”
Tucker walked closer to Danny and put his hand on Danny’s head. “I’m so fucking happy you’re okay, dude.”
“Can you walk?” Jazz asked as she stood up and reached for Danny’s hand.
Danny grabbed her hand and tried to get up for the second time. He watched his hand disappear from his sister's hand as her grip tightened around nothing. Danny fell back to the floor and screamed at his missing hand before it came back.
“Danny,” Jazz hissed, “we are going to the hospital now.”
Danny stood up on his own and followed his sister up the stairs to her car, parked outside. They drove to the hospital.
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newtsies · 4 years ago
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Great Outdoors || Ch. 1 {{ Kid Blink x Mayors Daughter OC}}
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A/N: hiya! so here's somethings you might wanna know about the story!
1. it's a kid blink x oc story, the oc is the mayors daughter. based off of his line in King Of New York (92sies version) where he says 'a saturday night with the mayors daughter'
2. i included their accents, but not like too much? let me know if you think i should write it with less of an accent or more of an accent.
3. this is based off of the 1992 version but includes some characters from the Broadway version. any character in both versions are based off the 1992 version. for example: racetrack, david, jack, les, mush, ect. are all based off of the 1992 version
4. i won't be writing any of the songs, because it's harder to do that. if you think i should include songs, let me know!
5. i swear the other a/n after this will be way shorter-
word count: 4375
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Heat stuck to her skin as she slipped out the window of her room. In New York, the middle of summer scorched everyone who dare leave their fanned homes. It also scorched those who worked outdoors, or burned those who didn't have homes. But Juliet was willing to take the chances of getting sun burned, she needed to get out of her room.
She had been reading for hours, there was really nothing else to do. Reading for 6 hours tends to get boring, especially when all the books you can read are about wars. Most of the war books were historically incorrect anyways. She swore to one day rewrite every historical book she read, but make it accurate.
She ran down the fire escape and took in the scene of the hot Manhattan streets. She had no idea what to do, Juliet rarely left her house and when she did, it was with her father in a carriage. Without a map or guide to help her, she let her feet lead her through the streets.
"Hiya, ma'am," A boy said exhaustedly, tipping his cap at her, "Care ta hear todays news? The World seems ta want everyone ta know there was a baby born with two heads!"
"Hiya, ma'am," A boy said exhaustedly, tipping his cap at her, "Care ta hear todays news? The World seems ta want everyone ta know there was a baby born with two heads!"
"Oh, well, sure! Is a quarter alright?" Juliet asks, pulling out a quarter from her pocket.
"Ma'am, a pape is only 1 penny!" He smiled at her as he took his cap off and wiped his forehead, "Please, I really couldn't take any more than a penny from a sweet girl like you."
She flushed with embarrassment, "I'm so sorry, I've never been out in the city on my own before. I promise you, loosing a quarter sure doesn't affect me much."
"Thank ya, ma'am," The boy grinned, trading the paper for her coin, "Ya said ya'd neva been on da streets?" Juliet nodded, scratching her arm as the feeling of embarrassment bubbled inside her. "Care ta wander with me?"
"Well- I'm sure you're busy, right? I'd hate to intrude," She rambled.
"Ma'am! I'm free all day, honestly. I'd love ta show ya around, if you're up for it o' course!" He admitted with an honest smile, "Come carry da banner with me for a few more minutes and I'll show you good 'ol Manhattan!"
"Thank you-" She started, pausing to silently ask him for his name.
"Kid Blink," He smiled, "Wanna try sellin' a pape, ma'am?" He offered a newspaper to her, which she hesitantly took and turned to look at people walking by.
Juliet raised the paper and called out, "Daily news!"
A chuckle came from behind her, "All due respect, ma'am. You gotta yell out a headline or a story!" Her cheeks went red with embarrassment but she nodded, flipping through the paper quickly.
"Baby born with 2 heads! ... Medical anomaly!" She added, someone rushed towards her and handed her a penny for the paper. "I did it!"
"Great job, miss! Oh, keep the penny, ma'am!" Kid Blink stated sincerely as Juliet attempted to give him the penny, "Da quarter ya gave me has got me set for longer den a week!"
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Juliet admired the boy, for he had great talent when it came to selling newspapers. When she had bumped into him, he had been carrying a whole stack of papers. A stack that looked plenty heavy. However, not once did he complain nor even look for a second as if he might drop them. He just kept carrying them and calling out headlines. Within 10 minutes of meeting him, his stack of papers were all sold.
"Honestly, ma'am, the streets of Manhattan ain't got much to see," Kid Blink explained earnestly, "Oh! I gotta place that's got some good wadda, want to go there?"
She grinned, "I'll admit, I'm a little hungry. I don't know any other restaurants, so if you say the place is good, all I can do is believe you! Lead the way, Kid Blink."
"Please, ma'am, call me Blink!" He stated, starting to walk away. She walked close behind him, nervous from stories her father had told her about the streets, "You alright, miss?"
"Peachy," She lied, "So, you, uh, do this everyday?"
Blink nodded, "Everyday! Carry the banner, eat if I'se got the money, sleep, den do it all again!"
"That's gotta be rough, how old are you?" Juliet asked.
"14, ma'am," Kid Blink replied before turning to her, "How old are you?"
"14," Juliet answered, "It's insane you're doing this everyday, living like this."
He smiled at her and tipped his cap, "Jus' life, ma'am!"
They stood together in front of a restaurant, the sign above it read Tibby's. Kid Blink turned to Juliet with a grin then moved to hold open the door for her. She nodded at him before cautiously stepping in, feeling the boy press against her as he closed the door behind him.
"Blink!" A boy called from a table, waving him over. Kid Blink looked at Juliet and nodded at the table full of boys then started walking over to them. She let her head fall down as she walked close behind him.
"Hiya, boys!" Blink grinned, sliding into the seats and shoving another boy into the wall so Juliet could sit down too, "This is, uh-"
"Juliet," she stated nervously, "Juliet Adams."
One boy joked, "Say, Adams is da mayors last name. You his daughter?"
"Yeah," She laughed, obviously very scared.
They all gaped at her. Kid Blink laughed and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "I woulda neva guessed. Anyways, Ms. Adams, this here is Racetrack, Elmer, Mush, and Skittery." The named boys grinned and waved at her as their names were called.
"Nice to meet you all," Juliet said, "Do you all work as newsies?"
Racetrack nodded, "Yes, ma'am. Now, I've gotta ask. What did 'ol Blink here say ta get ya ta come all da way over here wit 'im?" Blink rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair before placing his cap on his head again.
"Well, you see, I've never really left my house, not on my own at least. Kid Blink offered to show me around the city!" Juliet explained before looking at a menu above the register, "What do you boys usually get?"
"Wadda," Elmer states, then adds with a shrug, " 'Ts free."
She glanced around the table, assuming it was a joke, but was met with honest faces. She shook her head, "Why don't you all get some food. I'll pay, don't worry."
Kid Blink interfered, "Ms. Adams, we couldn't possibly let you pay for us-"
"Call me, Juliet, or Julie, all of you. Honestly, you've helped me a lot today, Kid Blink. It's the least I can do to make sure you all have full stomachs for at least a day. Let me pay, please," She pleaded. He looked at her and sighed and nodded before looking over the menu.
"She's a gift from the gods!" Elmer exclaimed, leaning over the table excitedly and giving her a hug. She laughed and pat the golden-retriever-like boy on the cheek.
Skittery nodded in agreement and Albert joked, "An angel me thinks. Think Big Man'll miss her if we keep her?"
"The mayor or God?" Racetrack asked before drinking his water.
Elmer looked at her with a look of fear, "Think he'll try to chop off our heads?" She laughed and shook her head.
"If anything, I'll be the headless one. He'll kill me once I get home. It's already getting dark," Juliet stressed, "I should be heading back after you all eat."
And so the boys and the girl, who had been isolated her whole life, joked and laughed together over plates of food. They begged and begged to help her and chip in for the bill, but she stubbornly refused. Eventually they were forced out of the building due to the 'dinner rush.'
Racetrack had joked, "By dinner rush, he means 5 customers who actually buy da food instead of drink all his wadda!'
They talked for a while longer before reaching the lodging house where 4 out of the 5 boys retreated into the building after waving goodbye to Juliet. Kid Blink lingered behind, hesitant to let her go alone through Manhattan at night. She insisted she would be fine, but Blink knew better than to not trust his gut instinct.
"I'm walking ya home, I cant let you walk alone during da night. 'Specially cuz ya don't know da streets all too well," He explained earnestly.
"I'm sure I'll be fine! Honestly, how dangerous can it be? Besides, won't it be dangerous for you to walk back alone?" She asked.
"Nah! I know dese streets like da back of my hand!" Blink reassured her as he lead her through the streets, "What's it like being da mayors daughter?"
Juliet sighed, "It's not horrible, but he never lets me leave the house. The only time I get to leave is to go with him in a car to some meeting he has. All I do is study. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm lucky. I have a consistent roof over my head, a consistent food source, and I'll never run out of money or new clothes. But what's the point if I don't ever get to talk to anyone?"
"I see," He nodded, "Hey, me an' da boys may not be rich or have any of dat food stuff often, but we sure as hell is a family! Life is worth the living as long as you got good friends to live it with. You ain't neva had no friends ever?"
She chuckled a little and shook her head, "Sure, I've had friends. They were all quite rude and stuck up, though. I sure hope I don't come off that way to you-"
"No, ma'am. You ain't stuck up, don't worry 'bout it!" Kid Blink told her, stopping at the house that towered over them. "Nice place ya got here."
"Thank you," She grinned, "Oh, and thanks for showing me around, Kid Blink."
He tipped his hat and nodded, "My pleasure, Ms. Adams."
"Juliet," She corrected.
"How 'bout Jules?"
"That works too, Blink."
She ran up the fire escape and waved at him from the top. He gave a short wave before turning back around to head back to the lodging house. Juliet tapped on the railing, deciding on what to say to the boy. She groaned and cupped her hands around her mouth.
"Kid Blink!" She shouted, "Think I could help you sell some more papers tomorrow?"
"It would be an honor to spend another day with you! I'll be here tomorrow with some papes, all right?" Blink yelled back, a grin playing on his lips.
"All right! Thank you, Blink!" She waved again before smiling widely and running back into her room.
"Julie?" A voice boomed from downstairs, Juliet cringed.
"Coming Father!" She called, going through her door and down to his office.
He continued to work on the papers laid out in front of him as he talked to her, "I'm sorry about our argument today. Thank you for keeping quiet. I've decided that you can go outside tomorrow, on your own. I trust you, for the most part. Just stay away from those newsboys, got it?"
Her eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head at him, "What's wrong with the newsboys?"
"Flirts! All of them," He explained angrily, "Dirty and aggressive too!"
"All right, Father. I'll steer clear of the newsboys," She sighed. As she walked back to her room, she laughed to herself. Of course she wouldn't stay away from the newsboys, not like she listened today, right? Kept quiet, She thought, more like wasn't here to make noise.
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Juliet woke up the next morning, already feeling the heat from outside, and rushed to her window in hopes to see the newsboy from the day before. Much to her dismay, he was not there. She decided not to stress, maybe he slept in or sold all of his papers already.
"Morning, Father!" She called as she walked into the kitchen, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, "I'm heading out now!"
"Stay safe, Juliet! And remember," He stated firmly, "Stay away from the newsboys!"
She rolled her eyes, "Yes, Father!" Then she was out the door, a wave of heat pushing against her. Juliet smiled before running off towards The World building.
Boys crowded around the town square, shouting and pushing into each other. She looked around and tried to push through the crowd, the kids all backing away from where she was. Juliet looked for familiar faces but couldn't see anyone.
"Ma'am! Ms. Adams! Juliet!" Elmer called out happily, pushing past everyone and bouncing over to her, "Watcha doing in these parts?"
She had to shout over the chaos to be heard, "Kid Blink said he would meet me at my house with papers, but he didn't! Did something happen? Do you know where he is?"
He grinned goofily at her, "Oh, boy, are you in fah a treat! We'se newsboys is on strike! Pulitzah raised the pape prices, so we'se don't sell till he puts it back! C'mon, Blink is over here!" Elmer grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd to the very front.
"- Gotta be ambastards and go tell the others that we're on strike!" A boy who stood in front the building shouted. Juliet was dragged by Elmer to stand next to Kid Blink, who turned to her and smiled.
"Say, Jack, we'll take Harlem!" Blink called out to the boy, Jack, and grabbed Juliet's arm.
"Good- Who's dat?" Jack asked the other newsies, Blink and Juliet were already gone.
"Da mayors daughter! Anyways, I got Midtown!" Race shouted before running off.
"Mayors daughter?" He shouted in confusion, but they ignored him and people continued to call out turfs they would go to.
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"Sorry, Jules. Honest ta God, I'se was gonna go get ya! But, the price raise was ridiculous! Anyways, we'se goin' ta Harlem, tell dem about da strike! Dat alright with you?" Kid Blink asked after rambling.
She grinned, "Sure! Oh, guess what? My Father finally decided to let me go out freely, so I don't have to sneak away anymore."
"Nice! How'd ya manage ta convince 'im?" He questioned. They walked together through the streets, Kid Blink pulling his shirt to try and give himself some cool air.
"I don't know! Said he was happy that I didn't make any noise after the conversation yesterday! So, he's letting me out freely and he said..." She paused hesitantly.
Blink looked at her and tilted his head curiously, "What? What did he say?"
Juliet groaned and looked at him, "He told me to stay away from the newsboys. I won't, of course! But it's just- I don't get him. It's hard work, isn't it? I think you should all be admired, working this hard at such a young age with no one treating you fairly."
He laughed, "Thanks, miss! Sure is hard work, but we'se don't complain! Now, when we get ta Harlem, just ignore everything dey say. If dey make you uncomfortable, let me know, alright? I'll soak 'em! Or we can just leave. Whatever's easiest!"
"Thanks, Blink. Let's go," She said hesitantly, walking with him into the new borough.
A young boy ran towards them, "Hiya, Kid! And- pretty goil! Hi! Watcha here for?"
"Gotta talk ta Stitch," He explained, "He here, Scram?"
"Well, I reckon he's out by our circulation building! Trying ta calm down all da boys n' stuff! Hear bout the prices?" The boy, Scram, asked them.
" 'Course we did, Scram. That's what we're here to talk 'bout, 'Hattan newsies is on strike," He explained.
"Strike? Ya crazy! Ya know dat means makin' no money, right?" Scram questioned them, absolutely baffled by the idea of loosing a days pay.
"We know, Scram," Blink sighed, "But listen, if we don't work, they'se don't make money either. They need us! They gotta put the price back up soona o' later!"
Scram gave them a look, "I dunno, Blink! Think da World, Journal, and da Sun, and all of dem can go longer then we can without making money!"
"If we get all of da newsies togedda, they can't ignore us!" He explained, hoping to get through to Scram.
"Whateva ya say, Blink! C'mon, I'll take ya two ta Stitch. See what he gotta say 'bout it!" Scram nodded to the side before walking off. Juliet shrugged at Blink and they both started following him. There was havoc everywhere around the circulation building. People were shouting at each other and pushing each other into the floor. She walked close to Blink and Scram, trying to stay away from the fists people were throwing.
"Stitch!" Scram called out, tugging on the shirt of a boy about a foot taller than him. The boys shirt was tight on his arms and completely unbuttoned. His brown suspenders tugged at his shoulder, probably chaffing him. He had multiple scars all over his chest.
"What Scram? What?" Stitch groaned, shaking the boy off his arm.
"Kid Blink and a goil is here to talk to you about somethin'!" Scram explained.
The boy tipped his hat at Juliet, "Ma'am," Then spit in his hand and shook hands with Blink, "Kid Blink. What's up?"
"Well- We- 'Hattan-" Blink attempted to speak but couldn't talk over the yelling. Stitch looked to Scram and nodded at him.
Scram grinned widely and screeched, "Scram! Da bulls!" Everyone froze, stopped yelling and fighting, and bolted away. Scram waved to them, tipped his hat at Juliet, and ran off with everyone else.
"We'se on strike over in 'Hattan. We want you to join too!" Kid Blink explained.
Stitch hesitated, "Oh, I dunno, Blink! We won't make any money at all! We don't like da price either, but it's hard ta make no money at all. All dem newspaper big shots could go months without making money!"
"Yeah, but they can't ignore us if we get all da newsies in New York!" Blink tried to convince him.
"What's Brooklyn doin'? What'd they say?" Stitch asked.
Blink sighed, "I dunno yet."
"Look, when ya get the nod from Brooklyn, come back. Alright? Get the nod from Brooklyn and you can count on Harlem," Stitch promised. Kid Blink sighed again but nodded.
Juliet tilted her head, "So, Harlem is just a bunch of followers? Can't make your own decisions? Seems like Brooklyn is more the leader of Harlem than you are, Stitch." Both boys looked taken aback by her statement.
"No way, ma'am! It's just- We ain't gonna win dis thing if we ain't got Brooklyn!" Stitch explained.
"Oh! You guys aren't strong enough to help us, right?" She instigated.
"Yeah we are!" Stitch groaned, "Fine. Count us in, alright? The second you guys give up, or show any sign of giving up, Harlem is out. Got it?"
"Got it! Thanks, Stitch," Blink smiled, spitting in his hand and sticking it out for Stitch. He spit in his own hand and shook hands with Kid Blink.
"No problem, Blink. Now, as Scram would say, scram! I got to prepare me boys for a strike," He chuckled. Juliet started off, but Stitch grabbed Blinks arm and whispered to him, "Great gal, pretty too. If we get all da newsboys in one place with her, she's gonna be snatched up quick. Beat 'em to it, Blink. Or someone else will." Kid Blink rolled his eyes at Stitch and tugged his arm away, running to catch up with Juliet.
--
"Jack! What did Spot say?" Race asked as soon as he saw the leader.
"He was concerned 'bout us being serious, you believe that?" Jack scoffed.
The boys looked amongst themselves before Race spoke up, "I dunno Jack. None of da burrows will join us without the O.K. from Brooklyn."
"Wrong! None of da burrows except for Harlem. Harlem'll be here," Blink shouted as he ran over to them with Juliet.
"Awesome! Nice job, Blink," Jack praised.
He shook his head, "Not me. All thanks ta Juliet!"
"I knew she was an angel!" Elmer gushed, grabbing the girls hands and grinning at her.
One newsboy nudged another, "Looks like one too!" Blink shoved the boy who made the comment with his elbow.
"Shut up, Romeo."
The boy who had been nudged the first time laughed, "He told you!"
Said boy, Romeo, rolled his eyes, "Shut up, Henry."
"So what? We got Harlem, how does that help us? Gives us maybe 50 more kids? We should call it off, Jack. We need Brooklyn," A boy stated glumly. Jack looked at Davey, who Juliet had learned was the co-leader of the strike, with desperation evident in his eyes. David nodded and started to sing.
--
Juliet honestly didn't know how she ended up on the floor. Before, she was listening to the boys singing and watching them dance. At one point, Kid Blink pulled her up to dance with him and the others. She danced with them, but not for long due to the circulation bell ringing. The newsies charged and shouted at what they called 'scabs.'
Then, she was getting shoved all around. She was on the floor and looking to get out. Harlem came running in to help Manhattan, fighting scabs right along with them. Stitch noticed Juliet's struggles and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet. He shoved her to Scram, who took her and lead her out of the crowd.
"Hey, Scram!" Julie said breathlessly, smiling down at the young boy as she caught her breath.
"Hiya, ma'am. Ya alright?" Scram asked her.
She nodded, "No need for the formality, Scram. Call me Juliet, or Ms. Adams if you really insist to be formal."
"Okay, Ms. Adams! We gotta run, da bulls is comin'!" He shouted at her, noticing the police running into the circulation building. Scram grabbed her arm and dragged her away.
--
"Ms. Adams, please take some wadda," Scram begged her, but she refused. She didn't want them to waste any water on her.
"I'm all right, Scram. I promise. Do you think Kid Blink and all the others are all right?" She asked him. He shrugged.
"I dunno, Ms. Adams, but I can check fa ya!" He grinned and bounced excitedly.
"No! It's fine! Relax, Scram, take a running break. I'll check in with them tomorrow," Juliet assured. Stitch walked up to them and sat down behind her on a crate.
"You alright.. Uh.. Wat's ya name?" He asked.
"Juliet Adams," She replied.
Stitch nodded, "Ya alright, Ms. Adams?"
"Yeah," She reassured, "What happened after the police came?"
"Dey only got one guy, 'Hattan guy. The gimp," Stitch reported, "Dey didn't back down though. Still won't quit. We'll be there 'gain tomorrow." Juliet nodded. "Stitch, introduce her to the boys. Have Charles walk her home, got it?"
"Yessir!" Scram called and walked over to a group of boys. "Hiya, guys! This here is Juliet Adams! Ms. Adams, this is Charles, John, Skippy-"  Juliet swore he kept talking for a hour. There was about 25 boys she was being introduced to, maybe one day she'd actually keep track of them all. She just nodded as he kept listing off names and pointing at boys.
Juliet just kept nodding, "It's very nice to meet you all. I really must be heading home now, though. Thank you for everything, Scram. Tell Stitch I said thanks too, okay?" Scram nodded excitedly and waved at her as she walked off.
"Wait up!" A boy called, running up next to her, "C'mon, I'll walk ya home. I'm Charles."
"Thanks, Charles. Hey, were you at the circulation building in Manhattan, today?" She asked him.
"Yes, ma'am," He nodded, "Wherever Stitch is, I'm there too."
"I see. Gotta follow the leader, right?" Juliet joked.
Charles blushed and adjusted his cap, "Something like dat. Think we can win?"
"The strike? From what I know, Brooklyn basically leads most of the burrows, right? After today, Spot Conlon, whoever that is, will know we won't back down," She started, "Hopefully, he'll join us after seeing what happened today. Then we'll have all the other turfs. We'll be unstoppable with all of them. We're bound to win."
"Well, I guess you're right. Unstoppable, huh? I like the sound a' dat," He grinned.
"Me too," She smiled, "This is my house. Thank you for walking me here, Charles. I really appreciate it. I'll see you at the circulation building tomorrow."
He tipped his hat at her before walking away, "Bye, miss!"
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Juliet walked through the doors of her home, "I'm back, Father."
"Dear! How was your day?" He called back to her.
"Good. I really just walked around, I sat by the Brooklyn bridge and just looked over the scenery," She lied.
He huffed in acknowledgement, "Hear about the newsie strike? I think the streets are gonna be too dangerous. I want you to stay inside again-"
"Father!" Juliet sighed, "You can't do that! I've finally had a taste of freedom. Let me stay out, please? I promise you, I'll be extremely careful."
"Fine. Just," He paused, "Stay away from them, okay? They're already getting violent. Don't get hurt, if you do, you'll be stuck inside until you're an adult, got it?"
She rolled her eyes but nodded, "Yes, Father. I'm going to sleep now." She ran up the stairs to her room and groaned as she sat on her bed. She wouldn't stay away from the newsboys. Maybe she wanted to rebel, maybe she like their company. Her Father was right about one thing, they were already getting violent. And although she couldn't pull herself away, she was scared of getting sucked into the angry force of the newsboys union.
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a/n: uhhh sorry if this sucked i havent written in a while but i hope you enjoyed!!
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gxrcias-gothgf · 4 years ago
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Darcy Reid Piano Headcanons
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this
But Darcy plays piano
He claims it one of his only talents
But we all know that's a lie
But this boy is so amazing on the piano
His mom played piano for him as a kid to calm him down
And around 5 he started trying to play
Key word here is try
His poor mom
He was awful for a while
At first it was just him wanting to smash the keys because that's fun
I mean he was only 5 so what do we expect
He had a really short attention span
He still does but that's for another day
His mom took the time to help learn how to read music
It took some time
And by some time I mean a long time
But it was worth it
Even now if it's been a little longer than usual since he's played he still has some issues remembering
Back to the actual piano
At around 6 he started to practice though
Like actually practice
And he became a fast learner
When he was 7 he was in a Christmas piano recital
He played the most advanced song for his age group
Aspen, his sister, was so proud
After that recital to the age of 10 he took a break
When he got back into it he had to relearn how to read music
But he wanted to play again so he dealt with it
Present day
He still is a super fast learner
Like insanely fast
He normally can't memorize or learn things quickly
But piano is just different
He plays piano for his lovely boyfriends
He learns Elmer and Davey's favorite songs just so he can see them smile when they hear them
He loves playing BTS songs
Leave him alone he loves them
He doesn't really know why but one of his all time favorite songs to play is "Epiphany" by BTS
It's just such a beautiful song
And he loves the story
He also loves playing "Satisfied" from Hamilton
Darcy loves finding the most challenging song he can find and attempting to learn it
Most of the time he can play it
There was one instance though
Oh it was bad
He couldn't play one song
And it was a song his sister loved and he felt awful because he couldn't play it for the life of him
It wasn't even a difficult song to play
He just kept messing up slightly
And he was so upset
So instead he finished learning Davey's favorite song
And then he learned Elmer's favorite
And then suddenly it was 7 am and he hadn't slept
Like I said
He's a fast learner when it comes to piano
There have been so many times where he fell asleep trying to learn a song and woke up because he hit the keys
Or just fallen off the bench
His poor forehead
And his poor back
I was trying to write young Darcy headcanons and this is what I came up with. I apologise
Anyway this is all I got for now
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wackapedia · 5 years ago
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Magical Museum Date
A/n: Set at the end of natm3. Sorry for the crap title but here u go
You and Tim were sent to the Museum of Natural History in New York to inaugurate new exhibits from the British Museum, one of them being the Triceratops skeleton.
Before you worked with Tim as a paleontologist, you had worked as an intern at the museum. One night, Larry the night guard called you for an emergency at the museum. It was past midnight when you ran through the back door of the museum to find Larry inside a locker. He explained that he pissed off Dexter the capuchin and was therefore lured in there and ran away with the keys. This of course didn't make sense until you saw the lobby where all of the exhibits were running around. Larry explained to you that the tablet has some magic in it and even introduced you to it's owner, the mummy, Ahkmenrah.
You didn't expect to find yourself back at the museum years later.
Larry still worked there as the night guard although he had started his business really well, he couldn't let go of his job at the museum. He knew you and another doctor would be inaugurating the exhibits when he sent you an email about how excited he was for a reunion since the tablet would be returning and you will also be in town.
It was in the afternoon when you arrive in New York. You had a lot of time to show Tim around your former city. He of course was excited to learn a lot about you.
Later that evening, after a lot of walking around and visiting your favorite places, you decide it was time to rest in your hotel. You and Tim have been dating for a while now so it wasn't awkward at all to share a hotel room. While Tim was getting settled in the bed, your phone started ringing.
Unknown number.
You picked up the call anyway.
"Hey y/n! It's me, Larry Daley." He sounded out of breath.
"Oh my gosh! Larry! What's up? I can't wait to see you and Nicky tomorrow!" You cheerfully answer.
"Yeah I think I'll be seeing you sooner. The new exhibits came in this morning and the triceratops is attacking Rexy and it's horn is stuck in between Rexy's ribs and I think something broke off I don't know how to fix it without damaging it further, y/n I need your help" Larry speaks in one go.
"Okay I'll be right there" you say as you ended the call. You found yourself feeling nostalgic. It was always like this back when you were an intern. Larry calling you late at night because he needs help.
"Tim, something came up at the museum. It's about the exhibits I have to go and see it. I promise I'll be quick so you can sleep without me" you say to Tim as you get dressed.
"What? What's going on? I'll come with you!" Tim moves to get out of bed.
"No, Tim, It's fine I promise just please sit this one out okay? It's okay I'll be quick. I'll be back before you know it now go get some sleep."
You didn't want Tim to come because a living skeleton of a Tyrannosaurus Rex will certainly trigger his trauma from the park.
"Let me at least drive you there?" He sits up to put on his slippers.
"It's okay I'll just walk." You say as you pick up your bag.
Tim reluctantly stays in bed.
"Text me when you're at the museum okay?"
"I will! Love you! Get some sleep!" You kiss him before you leave.
The hotel you were staying at was a ten minute walk to the museum. You walk to the front of the building and knock at the revolving glass doors. This got Larry's attention and moved to unlock them. As soon as you enter you were caught in a warm group hug from Larry, Atilla, Teddy, Sacajawea, and Ahkmenrah.
Everyone was gathered at the lobby looking over two tired dinosaur skeletons stuck at each other.
Larry explains that they got too rowdy and excited to meet each other that Trixie the Triceratops rammed into Rexy.
You looked at the situation around all angles and tried to formulate a way to dislodge them of each other without leaving a scratch.
You figured you would need a liquid adhesive and some tools to smoothly fix them so you went to the back office to retrieve the tools. Nicky and Ahkmenrah went with you.
"Wow, Nicky. You're all grown up now! The last time I saw you, you were about this short. Now you're taller than me!" You excitedly spoke to the young man.
You were catching up with each other as you entered the office. You were starting to look for tools when the back door suddenly opened.
"Tim! What are you doing here!!“ you freak out.
"Y/n! I couldn't sleep and I was worried because you haven't texted me so I thought I'd come over.." He shyly explains.
"I'm sorry I forgot to text you I was in a hurry as soon as I came here." You explain while gathering the tools.
"What do need polyvinyl acetate for?" Tim noticed the vial you were holding.
"Uh.. Nothing. Just in case.. You know.... Fossils. Sit right here I'll come back and get you okay? " you were shit at making up excuses. You pulled Nicky to sit down with Tim and keep him entertained.
"Tim this is Nicky, the night guard's son. Nick, this is Tim Murphy, my boyfriend." You introduced them to each other.
"He doesn't know about the whole museum at night thing so don't mention it to him. Also he can not meet Rexy or Trixie okay?! “ you whisper-yelled at Nicky who nodded at your instruction.
Whe you were instructing Nicky, Tim looks at the odd man dressed in ancient Egyptian clothing who was also in the room.
The Egyptian man looks at him too.
"I'm sorry, have we met? You seem very familiar." Ahkmenrah speaks to Tim.
You look up to them, distressed about the whole situation.
"Tim I'll be right back okay?" You say to him while pulling Ahk out of the room with you.
"I honestly think I have seen your boyfriend before, y/n." Ahkmenrah speaks in his eloquent accent.
"I don't know, Ahk. Maybe you were band mates in your past life, who knows? " you answer while jogging back to the lobby. You have to make this quick before Tim suspects anything.
You immediately got to work when you reached the two stuck dinosaur skeletons. You tried to calm Rexy who was making some sad dinosaur noises. You sat on Trixie's head and carefully inserted a thread and pulled a gap in between them. Soon enough they broke free from each other. You applied the adhesive on the cracked horn as a precaution. Mission accomplished, then.
You were picking up the tools when you hear running footsteps from the office. Tim emerges from the door.
"Nobody move!!" you yell loud enough for every single exhibit gathered on the lobby to freeze. Even Larry stood still.
"Y/n? What happened here?" Tim looks around at the exhibits scattered at the lobby.
"Oh, there was something on the triceratops Larry the night guard and my friend here was just worried for tomorrow's event." You nervously explained. It's true though, there was something on the triceratops. A tyrannosaurus.
"Where's Nick? " you ask.
"He's at the office. He fell asleep." Tim answers. So he was talking to him about dinosaurs then.
"Okay well, uh, Larry will take care of the mess here since we have an early start tomorrow we'll be heading out now so goodbye Larry see you later!" You quickly waved at Larry and pulled Tim out before he asks more questions.
"Y/n don't you think we should help him? He looks like he could use some help with all the exhibits scattered and a few hours until opening?" Tim protests. Ever the kind and gentle soul.
Before you could stop him, he turned back to enter the museum.
"Tim, No!"
You catch up with him at the revolving doors. He witnesses the magic of the museum.
You expected Tim to completely freak out upon seeing Rexy or Trixie move around but he didn't. He looks up to the tyrannosaurus skeleton in complete awe.
"Tim?" you carefully approach him.
His jaw was complety slack.
Rexy's head lowers. You reach out to rub his snout like a puppy.
"Who's a good boy?" you playfully ask. Rexy purrs in delight. You look back at Tim and carefully brought his hand to the T-Rex's head. Rexy's tail wags in delight.
"Well that went well." You say as you walk back to your hotel, the sky slowly brightening as sunrise approaches. You and Tim stayed at the museum for a while longer. Explaining to him the magic of the tablet and meeting historical people on exhibit. Tim was always excited to learn new things, one of the many qualities you adore about him.
When you arrive at your hotel room you tried to get as much sleep as you can. You made sure to set your alarm in time for the exhibit inauguration.
Despite having only three hours of sleep, Tim's inaugural speech went perfectly well.
Pupils, students, and history buffs came to see the new exhibits as well as to meet the famous Doctor Tim Murphy, pioneer in modern paleontology. You stand at the corner of the lobby with Larry. He notices the look on your face.
"Great fellow, that Tim." He comments.
"Yeah." You agree. You lovingly look at Tim, shaking hands with Director McPhee.
You didn't notice Tim approach you.
"Hey, y/n you're staring." He snaps his fingers in front of you.
"Sorry I thought you were one of the exhibits. You're just so perfect." You say with a completely serious tone and a face to match.
He blushes.
Maybe it was because you were sleep deprived or you were just insanely in love with your boyfriend that you were shamelessly flirting with him in front of other people but you didn't care.
"I hope you don't mind we stay over tonight at the museum?" Tim asks you with his signature grin.
"Of course!"
A/n: Funfact polyvinyl acetate is just elmer's glue lmaoo
Tagging those who might be interested: @prettylittlegoldfish @fanadango @sapphicsandsupernatural @vcat55 @give-roger-his-maracas-back @hollywooddumpsterfire @thekingofselfloathing @angharadannie @ad-lucem-et-amor @rosana-mercury @the-stardust-crusneker @rogertaylorssunglasses and @dr-tim-murphy
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turtle-steverogers · 6 years ago
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Mothman Unsolved
hi guys im laughing really hard cuz its 3 am and i wrote a fucking mothman au and its weirdly angsty but every time i typed ‘mothman’ i chuckled anyway lol enjoy 
warnings: death, uh some panicking, a bridge collapses (this is based off the true events of the incidents yah oops)
ship: ralbert, past relmer, past spalbert
word count: 5576 im crying im so sad
November 17, 1966
“Let’s do something,” Race peered into his lover’s eyes, which were carefully masked by the darkness in the room, “Let’s go somewhere, live for a bit…” he trailed off for a moment, “be kids.”
Elmer pulled him closer to his chest, running a hand through his tangled curls, “I dunno,” he considered, heaving a breath, “M’kinda tired and it’s pretty late.”
Race propped himself onto one elbow, leaning down to capture Elmer in a searing kiss, “C’mon,” he whispered, pulling away just far enough to speak, his breath still ghosting Elmer’s lips, “Just for a bit?”
“A snake, Higgins,” Elmer said, sounding vaguely breathless, “You are a fucking snake.”
“So’s that a yes?” Race murmured, trailing a line of kisses from behind Elmer’s ear to his neck.
Elmer growled, “Fucking fine.  Okay, yes.”
Race sat up, grinning as he bounced off Elmer’s bed and slipped on his shoes, “Great, let’s go!”
The drive was pleasantly invigorating as they sped along Route 62, the long stretch of road expanding in front of them.  There wasn’t much in around the area, but it was theirs.  Point Pleasant, West Virginia wasn’t known to be any large attraction.  Rather, it was a small town of no more than 5,000 people where everyone knew everyone.  
Neighbors never changed, townspeople never strayed.  Everything was routine.  Cookie-cutter.  Imperfectly perfect in every way.  
Race liked routine.  He enjoyed the vacancy of the area and cherished the fact that nothing ever differed.  It was oddly comforting knowing that no matter how fast life seemed to accelerate, leaving him breathless and scared, he always had the same home and group of people to surround himself with.  
They sped forward, the road curving slightly as they entered the McClintic Wildlife Sanctuary.  Race’s hand remained entwined with Elmer’s as he propped his feet on the dash, eyes wandering out the window and to the stars above.  It was strangely warm for a November night, clear skies making way for thousands of visible stars and temperatures pushing towards the 60s.  The two boys had long since abandoned their sweaters, relaxing with the windows down to allow the breeze to travel through the car.
“Ain’t we near the TNT Area?” Race asked, breaking the silence as they passed one of the old storage bunkers that scattered the area, leftover from World War 2.
Elmer hummed, glancing to the side momentarily before nodding, “I think so, yeah.”
“This place always rubbed me wrong,” Race commented as they passed another bunker, dug into the side of a ditch, “It’s downright unnerving.”
“We can turn around if ya want,” Elmer suggested, “we don’t gotta-”
He cut himself off with a gasp, involuntarily jerking the steering wheel to the side as what looked like two enormous red, glowing eyes materialized down the road.  Race let go of Elmer’s hand, hastily taking his feet off the dash and placing them securely on the ground as the car’s wheels screeched against the pavement.
They were spinning.  Fast.  But the red eyes never seemed to move from in front of the car.  
“Elmer, stop the car!” Race shouted, heart hammering in his chest.  He willed himself to look away from the eyes and turned to his boyfriend, who’s gaze was transfixed on whatever was staring them down.  His mouth was hanging open, but no sound was coming out.  It was as if the sound had been erased from his vocal chords, leaving him utterly helpless.
“Elmer, love, look at me,” Race pleaded, reaching out to grab the steering wheel as they continued to spin at increasing speed.  His stomach was flipping violently and he willed himself to hold down his dinner.
Elmer shook his head slowly, lifting one hand and pointing out the window.  Fear spiked in Race’s stomach as he looked forward again, only to find that he was looking at what appeared to be a very large bird-man.
The creature was abnormally tall, landing somewhere between 7 and 8 feet.  Its legs seemed to sprout far to the ground, disproportionately slim compared to its torso, which was wide and covered in feather-like fur.  A large pair of wings, more similar to those of a bat rather than a bird were neatly folded behind its back and Race swallowed, utterly captivated.  His eyes returned to the creature’s own and he felt his voice leave his body, brain turning to mush as he tried to form words.
Then, its wings spread and it glided upwards, wings staying stationary.  Race’s awareness returned to him with an overcompensating gasp and he turned back to Elmer, who’s eyes appeared to be rolling back into his head.  Race watched in horror as Elmer’s arms curled into his body as he began to convulse.  
Race only had a second to scream as the car flipped on its side, Elmer’s head smashing into the driver side window.  The sound of glass cracking echoed through the car, then everything went black.
November 17, 1967
Race sighed, hands curled around the mug of coffee he was nursing as he looked out over his front lawn.  It was an overcast morning, the grey sky casting a gloomy mood over the area.  It was as if the town was tired, sad, completely worn out.
Or maybe that was just Race.  
He removed a hand from the warm, comforting ceramic of his mug and allowed his fingers to travel to his chest, where the locket that Elmer had given him still hung.  He considered taking it off and opening it, but he couldn’t bring himself to.  He hadn’t looked at the picture inside since before the events of a year ago.
He swallowed.  It didn’t feel real.  He couldn’t fathom that an entire year had already gone by since, since-
He huffed a breath, lifting the mug to his lips and taking a sip of the scalding drink, allowing it to ground him as the hot liquid traveled down his throat and into his chest.  He winced, blowing out a breath to cool his mouth, but a part of him enjoyed the sting.  It almost seemed to fill the hole in his heart that Elmer once occupied.  Almost.
He stared out towards the town in the distance, watching as a traffic light turned from green to red.  He flinched, glimpses of the horrifying creature and its awful eyes flashing through his mind at lightning speed.  He shut his eyes, willing for the memory to leave.  But he knew deep down that it would never.
He wasn’t alone in his experience, he knew that.  Other sightings of that...that thing had been reported frequently throughout the year.
More reports of a creature with terrifying, red eyes, a large wingspan, and frightening speeds had been told and retold by those living in the area.  It was every bit disturbing to Race as it was comforting.  At least he wasn’t alone in his insanity.
He considered taking a walk, his legs itching to get up and move away from his place of solitude on his front porch.  Standing, he chugged the rest of his coffee, placing the mug on the wood railing of his porch before traipsing down the steps, tucking the locket underneath his shirt as he walked off his property.
It was colder than it had been a year ago and he felt his teeth chattering as he drew his shoulder up, hands finding their way to his pockets.  He watched his shoes hit the pavement, too worn to look where he was going.
It had been like that a lot recently.  Small tasks seemed impossible.  Simply lifting his head was too much to bear.  Life seemed pointless without Elmer- his partner in crime, his other half, his secret and forbidden lover.  He missed the thrill of sneaking out and stealing kisses, blind to the eyes of the town.  It was a game.  Seeing how far they could push their luck and limits without exposing themselves to unaccepting onlookers.  But they loved it.  God, did they love it.
Race pursed his lips, sucking in a breath around the lump of emotions in his throat as fierce longing thrummed through his system.  He missed him so fucking much.
He hadn’t realized he was at his car until he was subconsciously pulling out his keys.  He froze, catching sight of himself in the window.  For a split second, he swore he could hear the sound of Elmer’s head making contact with the glass, the crack indicating the loss of his life reverberating in his brain.  He shook his head, blinking.  God, he was tired and it showed.  Even in the shitty reflection he could see the dark shadows on his face.
He scrubbed a hand down his face, reaching down to pull open the driver side door.  He climbed inside, anxiety bubbling up through his stomach and into the back of his throat, drying out his mouth and souring the taste on his tongue.  It felt inappropriate to be driving then- as if he were betraying Elmer in some way.
Nonetheless, he jammed the keys into the ignition and steered the car with trembling arms onto the street.  He drove numbly, unsure as to where he intended to go.  That was a lie.  He knew exactly where he was going.
Twenty blurry minutes later, he pulled onto the McClintic Wildlife Management Area.  As the road began to curve, he slowed to a stop, nausea rolling in his chest.  He could feel small spasms in his legs as anxiety turned to panic.  Why did he come here?  He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Abruptly, he lashed out, fist connecting with the hard leather of the steering wheel with a shout.  He could feel tears painting his face, but he didn’t do anything to stop them.  He needed this, goddamnit.  Sobs ripped out of him- loud and agonising.  He hunched forward, pulling at his hair as he tried to retain some semblance of control.  But the grief was ruthless and all-consuming and he soon lost himself in it.
It was only when his sobs slowed to hiccups that he noticed the other car parked not far down the road.  All breath left his body as he caught sight of the figure next to the car and he froze, eyes widening in fear.  Not fucking again.
The figure turned and relief flooded Race’s mind as he recognized the shock of distinguishable red hair.  It was a guy he’d seen around town.  He was fairly certain he’d been in his homeroom the year previous.
The guy seemed to freeze momentarily as well when he caught sight of Race’s car, but he, too, relaxed when he realized that he was safe.  They held eye contact through the windshield for an indiscernible amount of time.  Bloodshot eyes peering into bloodshot eyes, a strange understanding emanating from one man to the other.  
On a whim, Race turned off his car and climbed out.  The guy kept his eyes trained on him, curiosity visible on his face.  Race steeled himself, tentatively approaching him.  
They stood, face to face, searching separately for what to say.  
“It was here, right?” Race asked, voice low and sad, “You lost them here, didn’t you?”
The guy nodded, “Driving here at night.  Almost a year ago.  Saw that...that thing and then we swerved and the car flipped and...he was gone.”  The guy’s eyes widened as he seemed to realize that he had just outed himself.
“It’s okay,” Race said, quickly, “I am too.  Queer, that is.”
The guy’s tense shoulders seemed to deflate at Race’s words and he leaned back against his car, crossing his arms at his chest.
Race bit his lip, hovering awkwardly for a moment before leaning against the car as well, mirroring the guy’s position.
“What did you see first?” The guy asked, apprehension thinly veiled in his tone.
Race hesitated for a moment, eyes flicking to the spot where he’d first seen it.
“The eyes,” he muttered.
The guy nodded, “Big and red, right?”
“Mhm.”
Silence fell between them and Race forced himself to look away from the road where if he tried hard enough, he could still see the creature’s horrifying form.  His stomach lurched as the whip-lash inducing, spinning motion of the car seemed to ghost over him.  He shivered.
“Fuck that thing,” the guy said, malice biting at his words, “Fuck it for doing this to us.”
Race nodded, “honestly.”
More silence, then, “What’s your name?”
“Hm?” Race hummed, distracted, “Oh, uh, Antonio, but folks ‘round here call me Race.”
“Ah, you’re a Higgins, right?” The guy asked.
Race nodded, “Yup.  What about you?”
“Albert,” the guy said, “Dasilva.”
“Right, right,” Race said, recognizing the last name, “Your dad owns the auto shop, right?”
“Yeah,” Albert said, “Gonna be mine soon.”
“Cool.”
“Yeah…”
Before he could help himself, Race asked, “Who was he?”
Albert looked at him, raising his eyebrows and Race stared back, guilt encompassing him.
“Sorry, sorry,” Race hastily exclaimed, “You don’t hafta-”
Albert smirked sadly, “It’s alright,” he interrupted, “It was, uh, Conlon.  Sean Conlon, you know him?”
Race grimaced, “Went by Spot, right?”
“That’s the one,” Albert said.
“Yeah,” Race said, “was in my class for a few semesters in junior high.”
Albert set his jaw, “Yeah.  Good guy.  Kinda bruting, but sweet all the same,” he let himself look back towards the trees, deep in thought, “What about you?”
Race looked down at his sneakers, scuffing the ground with his toe, “Elmer, uh, Elmer Kasprzak?”
“Ah,” Albert sighed, “Yeah, his dad was a frequent customer.  Also a good guy.”
“Definitely,” Race agreed, a heaviness hanging in the air between them.
“I miss him.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I’m gonna find that thing,” Albert said, his voice taking on a new sort of determination, “and kill it.”
November 20, 1967
“Dasilva!”
Race approached the auto shop, sandwich bag in hand.  He could see Albert’s legs poking out from underneath a 1964 Pontiac GTO.  
A loud bang, followed by a resound, ‘shit-fuck!’, sounded from underneath the car as Albert apparently tried to sit up.  A moment later, he slid out on his back, face screwed up in pain as he rubbed his forehead, where presumably, he had hit it against the car.
His eyes lit up nearly imperceptibly when he noticed Race and he smiled, beckoning him over, “Hey, Higgins, what’s up?”
“Ah, nothing. But here,” Race crossed to him, reaching into the sandwich bag and pulling out a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, “I broughtcha some lunch.”
Albert took the sandwich, eyebrows furrowing as he looked up at Race, something akin to amusement dancing in his eyes, “Thanks, but why?”
Race shrugged, pulling out his own sandwich and unwrapping it, “Dunno, really, just thought it’d be nice.”
Albert faltered for a moment, sandwich halfway to his mouth, “Yeah?”
“Eat it before it gets cold,” Race said, pointedly.
Albert chuckled, taking a bite of his sandwich, “Alrighty, thank you.”
Race chewed thoughtfully as he looked around the shop, taking note of the organized clutter.  Some cars were suspended from the ceiling, while others were propped on the ground, but every car was in a different condition.  Some looked pristine and new, complete with a shining gloss exterior.  Others were completely wrecked to the point of unrecognizable, but every single one held a story.  
“Do you like working in here?” Race asked, crumpling up the aluminum foil that previously held his toastie.
“Love it,” Albert said, scanning his eyes fondly around the garage, “I dunno, it’s just...calming, you know?  Fixing things.”
“Calming how?” Race pushed, a strange part of him yearning to learn more about Albert- to hear what he had to say.
Albert took a measured breath, sorting through his thoughts, “It’s just,” he shook his head, placing his mostly-finished sandwich into the bag, “I’ve always loved it, like, working with my hands and being able to blow off steam that way.  But after what happened last year with Sean, I...I was so lost and I felt so broken, you know?” he took a deep breath, composing himself, “The first thing I did was take the wrecked car here,” he pointed to the farthest corner from them where an old 1959 Ford Fairlane was displayed.  The sides were still dented in some places, but altogether, it looked pretty stable, “Fixed it up as best I could and, I don’t know, it calmed me down.”
Race studied the car, letting the words sink in, “Was the car his?”
“Yeah,” Albert sounded distant, lost, “He loved that thing more than life itself.  I don’t even know why, but it was sweet,” he paused for a moment, “I love it, too.  It just feels like the last bit of him that I still got.”
Race fiddled with his locket, relating all too well, “Yeah,” he breathed.
Albert looked towards him, fixating on the locket for a moment, “That your piece of him?” he asked, nodding to it.
Race pressed the cool metal to his cheek, “Yeah.”
“Does it have anything inside?”
“Picture of us,” Race said, “But I haven’t opened it since before...yeah.”
Albert watched him carefully, “Open it when you’re ready.”
Race looked at him, a lopsided smile plastered on his face, “I will.”
They held eye contact, swimming in empathy, warmth filling their chests.  For the first time in months, the cavity that Elmer had left in Race’s heart seemed to mend the tiniest bit.
November 25, 1967
A loud knocking at his front door awoke Race from his nap.  He kept his eyes shut, allowing for his senses to return and distantly willing for whoever it was to go away.  But whoever it was was adamant and the knocking only grew stronger.
Groaning, Race pulled himself off the couch and scrubbed at his face, stumbling towards the door, “M’coming, m’coming.”
As soon as he opened the door, a newspaper was thrust in his face.  Race’s eyes snapped open, his heart leaping into his chest momentarily at the sudden movement, but he calmed down when he saw Albert’s red hair peeking over the paper.
“Jesus,” he croaked, voice still dripping with sleep as he grasped the newspaper, moving it away from his face, “hello to you, too.”
“Just read it,” Albert demanded, stepping inside the house without prompting and pointing at the headline, “there was another encounter with the thing last night.  Some lady saw it in her yard.”
Race raised his eyebrows, speed-reading the article, “Mothman?” He said, cocking his head as he read the new term for the creature.  
“Yeah, that’s how she described it, but think about it,” Albert’s hands were waving wildly at this point, “I don’t know exactly what you saw, but a moth isn’t so far off.”
Race looked up at Albert, realization dawning on his face, “Holy shit, you’re right.”
Albert nodded, an apprehensive glint to his eyes, “I say we go try and find the goddamn thing-”
“What!?” Race yelped, “Are you fucking insane-”
Albert held up a hand, silencing him, “Lemme finish.  I say we find the damn thing and kill it.”
Race ignored the voice in the back of his head telling him to kick Albert out of his house and demand he never return with such idiotic ideas, “How would we even find it?”
“Okay, okay, so,” Albert pushed past Race, plopping down on his couch, “This thing is supposed to be a moth, right?”
Race eyed him warily as he sat down in the armchair across from him, “Yeah?”
“And moths are attracted to light, yeah?”
Race nodded slowly, “yeah...where are you going with this?”
“Shh, listen,” Albert’s leg was bouncing rapidly at this point, “we were both driving at night when shit went down,-”
“Oh my god, it was drawn to our headlights,” Race concluded, adrenaline ripping through his veins as the puzzle seemed to complete itself.
Albert clapped, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, “Exactly.”
Race leaned forward, holding his head in his hands for a moment, “Okay, how do we kill it?”
Albert seemed to stop short, “I’m not...entirely sure, but my dad’s got a couple guns, so that’s worth a shot?”
Race mulled it over for a moment, “Okay, yeah, I’ll do it, but I’ll need a bit to think this through.”
“Course, yeah,” Albert said, easily, “Come and get me when you’re ready.”
December 1, 1967
Race buttoned his jacket with vibrating hands, trying his best to mentally prepare for that night.  He’d agreed to meet with Albert at the auto shop at 8:00 pm to search for the mothman, but he didn’t think he’d ever truly be ready.
He tried to focus on the grounding weight of his locket against his skin as he drove to the auto shop, his recollection of travel growing fuzzy as he neared it.  The anxiety that had been present throughout the day was in full swing by the time he pulled up and he was grateful that Albert had offered to drive them to the TNT Area.  He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle being behind the wheel.
The prospect of willingly searching for the mothman seemed stupid, as if they were putting themselves directly in its clutches- walking into the belly of the beast.  But closure seemed appealing and as terrified as Race was, the slim chance that he’d get to kill the godforsaken monster left a giddy feeling inside him.
Albert was sitting on the hood of his car, head tilted towards the sky.  He didn’t look at Race as he approached, but he did shift over slightly, leaving room for him on the blue metal.  Race clambered up next to him, crossing his legs under him as he followed Albert’s gaze to the sky.
“Stars,” Albert muttered, his voice low.
Race felt overwhelmed as he drank in the view of thousands of blinking specks, “Yeah.”
“There were stars that night, too,” Albert said, “So many of them.”
“Same with my night,” Race said, “It was a beautiful night, warm-”
“-Clear-”
“-Free-”
“-Perfect.”
They looked at each other, eyes glistening and hearts hammering.
“I’m scared,” Race admitted, breath hitching.
Albert reached out and cupped Race’s jaw, thumb brushing over his cheekbone.  Race reached up and grabbed his wrist, holding on for dear life.
“I am, too,” Albert whispered, “Let’s do this for them.”
Race nodded, “For them.”
The drive was completely silent, save for the sound of both boy’s slightly too fast breathing.  The nervous energy in the car was nearly suffocating, but Race willed himself to take a few exaggerated breaths as they neared the TNT Area.  
The panic that had resided within him left a lump in his throat, threatening tears, and he gripped the center console, trying to calm down.  Albert was chewing on his bottom lip, a breathless sigh leaving him every so often.  It was clear that he was also barely keeping it together.  
Somehow, Albert’s hand found Race’s and they grasped each other tightly, eyes never leaving the dark road ahead of them.
Then, they saw them.  The glowing, red eyes, stark and shining in the bitter, black night.  The world muted for a moment as Race’s stomach seized up, utter and absolute dread eating him from the inside out.  
“Fuck,” He heard Albert breathe, “Shit, fuck.”
“I see it, too,” Race said, finding himself unable to look away from the enthralling eyes.  It was as if the creature cast a spell on him, preventing him from wavering his stare.  
All of a sudden, the creature took off, gliding flawlessly vertically.  Albert cursed again, accelerating the car until it was pushing 95 mph.  Race lost track of the red eyes, but soon, a creeping feeling tingled the back of his neck and he turned to the side.
Horror slammed him so hard he couldn’t even scream as he made eye contact with the creature, directly outside his window.  Albert must have seen it, too, because a moment later, he shouted a curse and made a sharp turn, hoping to lose the mothman.
But it stayed on their tail, never losing speed as it ran beside their car.  
“Albert, fucking speed up, fuck!” Race shouted, chest heaving as he tried not to throw up.
“I know, I’m trying!” Albert hissed, a panicked lilt to his tone.  He sounded as terrified as Race felt.
Albert made a sudden U-turn, screaming as he tried to keep the car under control.  They sped along for what could have been hours, but in reality was a few minutes, until the red eyes disappeared, no trace of the creature in sight.
Albert slammed the breaks, frantic cries escaping him.  In the commotion, their hands had parted and Race reached a shaking hand over to Albert.  Albert immediately clasped their hands together and lifted Race’s knuckles to his lips, trying to control his breathing.
“Hey,” Race murmured, trying to keep his own tears at bay, “Hey, look at me.”
Albert shook his head, breaths coming out short as he continued to cry.
Race reached his free hand up to brace the back of Albert’s neck, which was slick with sweat.  He massaged it soothingly, taking a few deep breaths of his own.
“Shhh,” He cooed, squeezing Albert’s hand, “We’re safe, I promise.”
“We’re not, though,” Albert interjected, finally looking at Race.  Their terrified gazes met each other’s, “We’re not as long as that thing is alive and we didn’t get a chance to fucking kill it.”
Race felt his adrenaline ebb away and he choked, “I know,” he said, “I-” he shook his head, “I don’t think we can kill it.”
Albert looked back towards the street, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
December 10, 1967
Race and Albert’s legs were tangled together under warm sheets, shadows dancing across the walls in Race’s bedroom.  They had spent nearly every night since their latest encounter together, too paranoid to be without the other’s company.
Race stared at the ceiling, heart too heavy to drift off.  Albert was resting across his chest, fast asleep and looking at peace, something Race was thankful to see.  Neither of them had spoken about the incident, but the dark cloud of apprehension followed them relentlessly wherever they went.
Questions of their safety hung in the air, withering their sanity from the inside out, but they tried their best to move from day to day, carefully avoiding any news of further encounters.
The town was in chaos.  Everyone had their stories and no one was safe.  The mothman didn’t discriminate.  Everyone was fair game for a sighting and it seemed that as the days crept along, nights passing quickly, more and more people fell prey to its peril.
A soft whimper from Albert brought Race back to the present.  Concerned, he peered down at Albert, who’s face seemed to be screwed up in fear.  He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping to calm whatever dream he was having, but his condition only worsened.
With a gasp, Albert awoke, his arms tightening around Race briefly before he scrambled to a sitting position.  He looked wildly around the room, pupils blown wide in panic as he neared hyperventilation.
“Whoa, hey,” Race said, crawling forward and placing a hand on Albert’s knee, “He’s gone, he’s not here.”
Albert shook his head vigorously, gulping in air in an attempt to gain oxygen, “Water,” he rasped.
“You want water?” Race asked, gently.
“No,” Albert was clawing at his throat, “There was,” another gasp, “So much- fuck- water.”
“Where? Wait, you know what? Tell me in a second,” Race pulled Albert’s hand away from his throat, massaging his palm, “Gather yourself and then tell me what happened, yeah?”
Albert nodded, tucking his head between his knees as he tried to calm down.  Race crouched next to him, diligently rubbing a hand down his back and continuously kneading his fingers until he was significantly calmer.
After a few minutes, Albert lifted his head, dazedly looking around before slumping into Race’s chest.  
Race held him tightly, “What about water?”
“I was drowning,” Albert said, voice worn, but scared, “it was so cold...and...dark and there were...presents everywhere and...I don’t know.  I couldn’t breathe.”
Race squeezed his bicep reassuringly, “It was only a dream, alright?  You’re safe.”
“But what if I’m not?”
Race shifted so that he was looking into Albert’s eyes, “You are, I promise, okay?”
Albert glanced to the side, “okay.”
“Wanna try sleep again?”
Albert tucked his head into the crook of Race’s neck, “Please.”
Race guided them so that they were laying down and situated Albert back onto his chest, “I’ve got us.”
December 15, 1967
Race was running, feet hitting the ground hard as he willed himself to go faster.  He needed to get to the Silver Bridge, he needed to get to Albert, he needed to find him before it was too late.
Stories of those who had dreamed of awful occurrences, which were soon followed by tragedy, had been frequenting the news lately and each and every one had a common thread: those who had these dreams had seen the mothman mere days before.  
As Race neared the bridge, the sounds of cars honking reached his ears and he froze, awestruck as the clutter of cars that lined the bridge from end to end.  The seemed to be stacked horizontally, bumper to bumper.  The road wasn’t visible beneath the vehicles and Race’s gaze shifted through the crowds.  Albert was somewhere in there, and he had to get to him before something bad happened.
He could feel it.  The ominous lurking of catastrophe blowing in the frigid, Winter breeze.  He wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, but it wasn’t anything good.  
He stepped foot on the bridge, beginning to weave his way through the cars, but stopped dead when an awful creaking sound rang out directly above him.  His head slowly turned up, mouth hanging open as he scanned the cluster of steel cables.  They were taut, vibrating, working against every ounce of physics to stay put.
“Shit.” Race swore, head snapping back down.  The goddamn bridge was going to collapse.  
He began to run, pounding on the windows of pedestrians as he passed different cars, shouting for everyone to, “Run! Get out of your cars! Get off the bridge!”
Whether or not people listened, Race didn’t know.  His mind seemed to tunnel on one target as he searched feverishly for Albert’s car, which was nowhere in sight.
The bridge gave a sickening groan and people screamed.  Race willed himself not to stop running as he slid over hoods of cars and snaked between those who were running.
The sound of the bridge straining grew louder and Race could feel the panicked sobs rising in his throat.  He couldn’t do this again, he couldn’t lose someone else.
He clamped his hands over his ears as a deafening crack echoed behind him.  It was happening now.  The bridge was going to fall.
He was distantly comforted by the fact that Albert clearly wasn’t in the center of the bridge, but he couldn’t help but look back as the middle crashed downwards, bringing cars down with it.
He gasped, unable to look away as the crevice seemed to grow, steel and metal barreling towards the water.  It was nearing him, he was going to fall with it.  He was going to-
A pair of strong arms wrapped around his torso as the bridge around him crashed down and he could hear a scream that matched his own echoing behind him as he plummeted towards the inky, black water.
The water was freezing and he could feel his lungs constrict as he was submerged.  He kicked out, turning his body so that he was facing the person holding him.
Albert.  Thank god.
Race held him back, both boys using conjoined efforts to kick to the surface, away from cars and bridge debris.  Christmas presents floated around them, and suddenly, Albert’s dream became clear. It seemed to take hours, but eventually they made it to shore on the Point Pleasant side of the bridge.
They collapsed on the grounding, chests heaving and bodies shivering as adrenaline seeped away, leaving them cold and scared.
Then, they were hugging, holding on for dear life as they came down from the high of yet another near death experience.  
“Jesus Christ,” Albert muttered into his ear, “Did that really just happen?”
They broke apart and Race held his face in both hands, numb fingers brushing over blue parted lips, “I don’t fucking know.”
Albert surged forward, capturing Race in a kiss.  For a moment, Race felt warm, a spark in him igniting- a simple flame burning against the bitter cold.  He kissed back, trying to convey every ounce of love and fear and sheer understanding into that singular action.
They were alive.  They were safe.
January 1, 1968
Albert and Race trudged through the snow outside Race’s house, watching as their new adopted dog, Queso, bounded in front of them.
The events of the year previous still followed them like a shadow, but they were grounded.  Since the collapse of the Silver Bridge, mothman encounters had ceased, no longer plaguing the people of Point Pleasant.
Things were far from okay, but as Albert and Race healed together, their love grew stronger.  
They were okay.
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questionable government spies chapter 10
ANY AND ALL PREVIOUS PARTS ON THE MASTERLIST ORRRR UNDER #SPY BOYS __________ ship: eventual sprace, the great spelmer bromance
warnings: pineapple pizza, very minor injuries like bruises and dried blood. also liquid cats
editing: ehhhh
words: like 1000 not very many tonight welp _________
Spot slammed open the door of the apartment and fell onto the floor in a heap of hopeless romanticness.
“Oh hey Spot,” Elmer called from the kitchen. “How was it?”
“Terrible,” Spot moaned from his position on the floor. He felt like one of those cats that had turned into liquid. Actually maybe he was a cat. That would make this whole thing better anyway. That way he wouldn’t have to look at Phillip’s stupid face again.
There was the sound of Elmer’s footsteps walking into the entryway. Then they stopped. “What the hell happened to you?” Elmer laughed.
Spot groaned loudly. “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”
“You know, I’m not an expert in this category, but if you get off the floor I may be able to help.”
Spot sighed and hauled himself up off the floor.
“Okay, change of plans,” Elmer said, taking in Spot’s appearance. “You tell me what happened while I clean you up.”
“But I’m fiiiiiiiine!”
“That may be so,” Elmer paused to grab a roll of paper towels, “but we can’t have you bleeding all over the carpets.”
“We only have one carpet? And also there isn’t that much blood.”
Elmer rolled his eyes and nuged Spot forwards. “C’mon, tough guy. No first aid, no therapy session. Those are the rules.”
Spot considered. “Can the therapy session include the therapist ordering a vegetable pizza?”
“Only if half of it has pineapple on it.”
Spot wrinkled up his face. “Ew, no. I’m not contaminating my yummy pizza goodness with your gross pineapple. You’re going to have to order your own.”
“Well then I’m not gonna let you rant to me about your boyfriend.”
“Well then I won’t let you clean me up and I’ll track blood all over the apartment.”
Elmer narrowed his eyes, finally breaking. “Fine. But this better be a good story.”
Spot shrugged as he drifted towards the bathroom while Elmer made his way to the kitchen to order the pizza.
In a few minutes Elmer reappeared, grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink and tapping the spot on the counter.
Spot sighed and hopped onto the counter, still slightly salty that Elmer insisted on fixing him up. He tore off his shirt and threw it forcefully on the ground.
“So,” Elmer began, dabbing at the dried blood around Spot’s nose. “Tell me about this Prince Charming.”
“He’s a pain in the ass.”
“Is that his name? Pain In The Ass?”
Spot slapped Elmer lightly. “No you shit. I….actually don’t know his real name for safety reasons but he goes by Phillip.”
“Mmmm and what does he look like?”
Spot closed his eyes. “Blonde wavy hair, blue eyes. Really strong, but kinda skinnyish. Taller than me.”
“There are children taller than you.”
“Rude.” Spot leaned away from Elmer’s hold to glare at him. “He would have gotten along great with Alex. They’re practically the same person. His code name is freaking Rapunzel!”
“Is it now?” Elmer began cleaning Spot’s busted knuckles. “I hope you call him blondie.”
“I do, actually.”
“Really?” Elmer looked at him skeptically.
“Yeah,” Spot laughed. “I can’t tell if he likes it or hates it though.”
“Well, you don’t know how to flirt so I’m gonna assume he must hate it.”
Spot gave Elmer a long look. “You really do suck at this.”
“I’m trying my best!”
“Uh huhhhh.”
Elmer reached for a roll of gauze. “Well then, I don’t know, tell me what he did tonight to make you a pile of melted goop.”
Spot crossed his arms. “I am not a pile of melted goop.”
“You are too, you literally melted into a pile of lovesick goop as soon as you entered the apartment,” Elmer said forcefully. “He must have don’t something to make the emotionless Sean Conlon feel something.”
Spot groaned, despite himself. “Well, he was making these terrible snow puns. They were gross and sexual and yet somehow funny?”
“That’s exactly the kind of thing you would find funny.”
“Would you shut up?” Spot spat. “I don’t really know, it’s just the way he says things, he’s got this way of...talking that makes you look at him and listen to what he has to say. Even if it’s a dirty joke about snowmen.” Spot paused. “And, we almost got caught. A security guard was chasing after us and I was behind him so I ended up fighting him while he ran and I was thinking the whole time that I had to take that guy down so that he didn’t hurt him. And when I got down off the roof and caught up with him he had still managed to injure himself. So I put my arm around him and made sure he made it back to his partner okay. But when I was touching him, I don’t know, it just felt so right. Like there was this spark and I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Elmer smiled at him. “Awwwww,” he said finally after putting away the first aid kit. “Spottie’s in looooooove.”
Spot jumped down off the counter. “I am not!”
“Are too!” Elmer squealed as Spot began to chase him through the apartment. “You liiiiiike him!”
“Maybe I do, but I don’t love him!”
Their chase was rudely interrupted by the doorbell ringing with their pizza delivery. Elmer went to open the door as Spot grabbed them plates from the kitchen.
“Okay so maybe you don’t love him yet, but you’re definitely far gone for him,” Elmer said as he placed the box on the table.
“I know,” Spot sighed. “I’m not even supposed to like him. He’s supposed to be the person I should be against. And I’m not….” he trailed off, looking at the pizza box on the table. “Weren’t you ordering two?”
Elmer looked at him sheepishly. “I maaaaayyyy have ordered halfsies….?”
“If there is one piece of pineapple touching my veggies, Elmer Kasprzak, I’m feeding you to the wolves.” Spot said threateningly.
“But there are no wolves in Brooklyn…?”
“The homeless, then.”
_________
Spot is in loooooove
also Elmer is an emt in case you forgot and they co own a tattoo place, a longer post about their tattoos is coming in the future.
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