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drunkonaheistinspace · 2 years ago

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forgotten birthdays and expensive slaps

originally published: November 23rd, 2019

reworked: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, can be read as platonic

You did not know why you were still following this idiot into life-threatening situations.

Okay, you actually knew it. You just had nothing better to do and he was dumb enough to offer you a job. Other than that, you pretty much had a crush on him. Well, who wouldn’t? He was handsome, educated and a real-life version of Indiana Jones. Only with more muscle.

You expected it to be one of those days when you risk your lives for an antique artifact. But something was different.

Your flight was without any turbulence, Illinois wasn’t involved in any bar fights, and you were not hunted by any criminal organization. But the strangest thing was yet to come. You saw Illinois O'Connell without his precious hat, which he usually did not take off either while sleeping or while showering.

But now he was standing in front of you. Hair neatly combed back and dressed in a suit. This sight was unfamiliar. A pig walking on two legs looked righter than whatever this was.

"Illi? Are you all, right? Should I call a doctor?" You asked anxiously as you continue to mentally process his sight.

The adventurer just looked at you confused. "A doctor? What are you talking about?"

Instead of answering, you simply point to his suit with a look that was a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and horror.

Still confused, he looked down to find the reason for your strange behavior. It took him a moment to understand what you meant.

"Oh, the suit!"

Well, that had taken surprisingly long.

"I go to an auction and as much as I love my hat and my outfit, I thought it would be more appropriate to stick to the dress code," said the adventurer, as he straightened his bow tie.

An auction? If he makes himself so fancy, then it would have to be an auction for the higher social class. In short, the complete opposite of you. But that made you wonder.

You knew he had money. How else would he finance all the travels and give you a generous paycheck every month? But you never really thought about how much money he really had. Let alone how he earned it!

It was completely impossible that your adventures could finance all this, because after all you did not even know what he did with all the stuff you find. Does he donate it to a museum? Does he sell it? Does he keep it? If he keeps it, then where? Does he even have a permanent residence? Where does he come from? So many questions and hardly any answers.

You've known him for almost two years, but you knew so little about him. You did not even know his last name after four months.

This man was an Enigma and that made him even more attractive! If that was even possible.

"What kind of auction?" You asked curiously, as you could not imagine any sort of auction that Illinois would go to.

"An art collector died last month and now his family is auctioning off his collection."

"Art collectors? Since when have you been interested in art? "

You never had the impression that he was a fan of anything that would be classified as ‘modern art’. The only art he seemed interested in was those whose ages were in the triple digits and started at least seven. Or the art which he saw every time in the mirror.

"I do not," he admitted. "I know from a safe source that he has collected valuable paintings as well as some ancient artifacts. I hope to find something special for my collection. "

So, he has a collection. Will he show it to you if you ask nicely?

"And what do I do in the meantime?" You ask. He certainly had a job that you could do during this time.

"Well, you come with me, of course!" He said with a smile. "You are my partner after all!"

It surprised you to hear that he actually intended to take you along. After all, he knew very well that you did not know how to behave at such events, and they would easily recognize you as an outsider.

In fact, the thought of going there made you pretty scared. More scared than that one time Illinois and you were hunted by a bunch of mutant monkeys on lions. The difference was not in the nature of the danger, but in the fact that if you had died back then, then at least you have died the hero's death. At the auction you will most likely die of embarrassment.

"But ... so you know ... well ... I do not really ... have the right ... um ... the right thing to wear! Yes! I just have my usual stuff with me and none of that would fit into such an event! "

You hoped that this excuse helped, because you could not think of anything better. That was not even a lie. You never expected that your boss would ever go to such events and therefore packed only things that are comfortable and robust. You were for climbing a mountain, hiking in the forest and even for a sudden blizzard equipped, but not for an evening with rich people!

Illinois gave you just one of his charming smiles that made you melt each time.

"Do not worry, partner. I've already taken care of everything. "

Before you could understand what, he meant by that, you found yourself in the auction room. You were driven here in a chic limousine, and you probably wore your annual salary in the form of a very simple, but unspeakably comfortable outfit.

The auction was quiet.

So quiet that it bored you.

It started with the countless paintings the deceased had collected over many years. There were some interesting pieces here and there, but you were not interested in buying them.

After almost two hours, the artifacts passed over. For ordinary citizens, these would have been very interesting, but you had already seen better. Not all that was of any value to you, and you were starting to get frustrated. A look at your partner told you that he felt the same way.

You were so bored after a time that you became more and more tired and now sat in your chair half asleep. You've just heard that a ring of unknown origin was presented, and you did not think much of it. You had yourself a bunch of rings lying around that you collected during your adventures. They served as a small investment. You could sell them anytime you needed money.

You were about to fall asleep when Illinois suddenly raised his hand to bid, which startled you so much that you almost fell off your chair.

Suddenly you were wide awake, and you tried to understand what was happening at that moment.

The bid jumped moment by moment from a three-digit amount to a five-digit amount and seemed to have no end. Finally, the adventurer bought the ring for half a million and you just sat there. Shocked and confused. But mostly shocked.

Someone needed to have a small talk with this man about responsible money management!

You waited outside when your boss paid and hoped he did not really carry that much money on him. But who knows?

When he came out, you wanted to confront him about the ring, but your heart stopped momentarily, and you did not get a single word out when he took your hand and put the ring on your finger.

"Happy Birthday, partner!" Was the only thing he said.

It was your birthday? The constant traveling and the following jetlag fucked with your perception of time, which meant that you never knew what day or month it was. There is also the slight chance that this also led to you forgetting that you even had a birthday in the first place.

But now you stood there. Completely perplexed and with a ring on the finger, which could finance your pension without any problems. You did not think when you raised your hand and slapped him. Only then did you realize that you had just struck your own boss with half a million. This thought was both surreal and quite satisfying.

"What was that for?!" he asked, holding his aching cheek.

"Take a fucking guess!"

You're waving your hand in front of his face as clue, but also as a kind of warning that you're always ready to give him one more slap.

"I thought you would like it!"

"I would have loved flowers or a card! Even a cup of coffee would have been enough!"

You take a deep breath and try to calm down a bit. "What I mean is that you should not spend so much money on me. If you want to throw me half a mill, then at least in the form of my paycheck! "

Illinois looked like a beaten puppy, and you regret having raised your hand and your voice against him. You have never experienced him so hurt.

"Forgive me. I should have asked you first ..." he said in a low voice. You feel terrible. "It's just that you survived the longest of all my partners. I just do not want you to change your mind and leave me."

You already knew the story of his other partners. That was pretty much the first one he ever told you.

"I won’t leave you," you said after a long pause, which made him look surprised. "If someone told me five years ago that I would travel around the world and voluntarily collect ancient artefacts from caves and the like, I would have laughed at them. But this is my life now and I love my job because it allows me to see the world and experience everything. And apart from that, I have the best boss in the world!"

A smile bloomed on his face, and you could not help but kiss him on the cheek, causing him to blush.

You smile at him again before you turn away. "But now we are looking for a restaurant! The birthday child is hungry!" You exclaim, as you started walking.

Illinois laughed before running after you.

#ghost writing #illinois x reader #in space with markiplier #a heist with markiplier #ahwm illinois #iswm illinois #fanfiction

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illunima · 2 years ago

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Introduction!

Hi! My name is Illuma (I also go by Illu, Lue, Illue and Illy) and I am an 19yo bisexual gender confused mess!

I like many things, including video games, Pokémon, reading, writing, music and more! My blog will occasionally have NSFW stuff, so be warned.

#intro post #own posts

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e4rthlings-on-f1re · 2 months ago

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OMGOMGOMG

(I’m to lazy to proof read and I have dyslexia so bare with me)

I have so many little comments to add and so little time AHHHH

(the slight maybe accidental reference to the ghost of view music video because Ray was the medic)

I lowkey love what you did like dead ass we had the same sort of idea + I giggled the

but I’m here with the time period shit so uh weeeee

(I have a serious problem with time period accuracy my tabs turn from 1 to 200)

okay so technically the I’m not okay mv seems to take place in the 80s but since it’s twilight it would be around 2005 to 2008

this and mixed with the fact that being trans was very shunned appon especially in private schools, which I’m going to assume that this is a Christian private school, which is worse. So for the accuracy of illi being able to write on her paper her name let’s just say she never changed her name (which is something a lot of trans people do which for some reason is frowned upon )

poor Anthony though feel like bro got outed and that’s why he’s openly trans (not by choice) it also can explain why he gets beaten up a lot. I don’t believe illi is openly trans at all though she’s just outcasted for having girly actions and the fact she’s friends with Anthony.

I love how I’m like “let me take a spin at this!!!” And it’s just angst

ANYWAY next portion is me rambling

milli-

milli is a absolute computer fiend, illi showed him how to burn a cd and since that day the family computer is DONE FOR that shit got 50 different viruses that they have gotten rid of just for new ones to come in,

he is extremely iron deficient (he reminds me of a poor Victorian boy)

illi -

this is one that’s been in my mind since I first drew her but once when no one was home she went into her parents room and stool one of her moms bra’s and proceeded to stare at herself in the mirror for longer then she would have liked (this would be pre transition)

they also have slowly taken things of their moms and Anthony’s that where any sort of girly, her mom still questions where all her stuff goes. Anthony just gave that stuff away cause he hated being in possession of it.

illi beats milli at Mario cart every time

I have like nothing else for other characters but but

THE IDEA THAT YOU HAVE A FRIEND NO STRINGS ATTACHED STYLE EXPECT THEIRS MANY STRINGS ATTACHED AND THEY GO AND DATE YOUR BROTHERRRR I’d cry

(If I have any more ideas I’ll just write it here and ping you)

ILLIVERSE HEADCANONS!!!

Characters:

Gerard - illi McMillin she/they (my demigirl princess)

Mikey - Milli McMillin he/they (demiboy + demigirl siblings against the world)

Ray - Ray Ola he/him (token cis)

Frank - Anthony Lero he/him (transgender)

HCS UNDER CUT

illi McMillin, 18:

✮ She’s got the FATTEST crush on ray and she thinks she’s super good at hiding it (she’s absolutely not but Ray is the only one totally oblivious so it works ig)

✮ Her and Anthony have been besties since childhood - they are never beating the dating allegations (ESPECIALLY after Anthony transitioned)

✮ They volunteer in the library and run that shit like bootcamp NEVER let her catch you eating in there

✮ My tomboy princess, they totally had the “I hate pink and makeup and boys because I’m so different phase” - grew out of it a little, but still limits herself to just mascara and eyeliner (maybe a little lipgloss if she’s seeing ray that day :3)

✮ She’s soooo team Edward (only because she wants that Bella swan life and to be bit by a vampire) twilight is totally her guilty pleasure

✮ Her blazer pockets are FULL to the brim with crap all the time, bus tickets, tissues, coins, headphones, makeup routine, mini hairbrush, keys, sprays, half eaten chocolate bar. You name it, its in there (and no they don’t actually use any of it)

✮ She hearts her ‘i’s but ONLY in her personal diary (“mrs illi ola” can be spotted a couple times in there - if anyone ever found it they’d probably just die)

✮ Didn’t go to her prom (none of them did, they just smoked a joint, watched shitty horrors and got a takeaway)

✮ She’s bisexual with a heavy preference for women - she thought she was a lesbian for a little so she was practically the last to know that she was into Ray

✮ HUGE comic nerd, on the first day of school they yapped a guys ear off about the latest issue she’d read and he asked to move seats the next day

✮ Refuses to capitalise the i in her name because she likes it to look symmetrical

✮ Hated by all teachers and nobody can figure out why, she tries really hard in school but she’s still failing

Milli McMillin, 17:

✮ They have NEVER been caught without music in their ears, like he gets detention for having his walkman in class almost every day

✮ Steals illi’s mp3 player every time he gets his shit confiscated, she is never happy about it

✮They’re the only one out of the 4 thats in the year below

✮ You could say he gets into a lot of fights but in reality he just gets beaten up bless him, always got a damn nosebleed so all their shirts are a little stained from it, also their glasses are constantly taped together they need a new pair almost every month

✮ Had a crush on Anthony since the dawn of fucking time, they FINALLY got together at Anthony’s birthday/halloween party - illi is definitely a little grossed out by it but is sorta used to it now

✮ Bisexual with a preference for men (they figured that one out when Anthony got 10x hotter to them post transition)

✮ Team Jacob and he constantly argues with illi about it - “just because you wanna bang vampires doesn’t mean Edward is right for Bella. They’re childhood friends and JUST LOOK AT HIS ABS” (he’s just imagining Anthony as Jacob at this point)(vampire sister + werewolf brother goes crazy)

✮ Plays up their asthma to get out of phys ed, his asthma is pretty bad but as far as the pe teachers know its deadly

✮ He’s in the AV club which is why he was the one to play their song through the speakers, it took illi about a week of convincing to get him to do it “BUT ILLI WHAT IF THE KICK ME OUTTT”

✮ illi tried to stop them from getting high for the longest time but after he got with Anthony he basically became the biggest stoner out of all of them

✮ Teases Anthony calling him a perv because he’s 18 and they’re 17

✮ He’s lowkey the biggest teachers pet and gets good grades - sometimes he’s the one helping illi with her work “its so easy you just have to-“ *continues to explain something so complicated you could faint*

✮ They get made fun of for having a “girl name”

✮Far too much hair gel

Ray Ola, 18:

✮ Yes I named him Ray Ola - like crayola… LIKE THE FUCKING CRAYON HE WAS EATING LMFAO

✮ Pretty much dumb in every aspect, then he’ll bag a 99 on a test like it was nothing, illi and Anthony are in utter shock every time (with their Fs)

✮ He’s crushing on illi in THE MOST boyish way you can imagine - just doing fucking stupid stuff to impress her, I mean it works she’s sat giggling her ass off because she’s totally head over heels and who wouldn’t want to see their crush eat a crayon

✮ He tends to be pretty unproblematic socially, he’s definitely more of a loner than a weirdo but either way he’s an outcast like the other three

✮ He is basically first aid trained because of how many times he has had to fix Milli and Anthony up after a fight with some jock fuckers (whenever Milli gets picked on Anthony WILL NOT let it slide - they both get their asses kicked every time)

✮ Met illi on the first day of chemistry class, some one was about to sit next to her so he ran in front of them because he thought she was cute

✮ Turns out he only lives a block away from illi and Milli so they catch the same bus in the morning

✮ There is always something wrong with his uniform (untucked shirt, wrong footwear, missing tie, missing blazer)

✮ Him and illi were the ones who came up with the idea to make a song, it came to them when they were high and they started working on it the very next day

✮ Has never seen twilight and cannot fathom why illi and Milli get into such heated arguments over it

✮He is straight as far as he knows but every now and then he’ll question it - my bicurious king

✮ EVERYONE is waiting for him to ask out illi but he’s convinced she doesn’t like him back

Anthony Lero, 18:

✮ He is constantly getting into fights, if someone says something about him OR GOD FORBID ILLI, MILLI OR RAY he can’t hold himself back, consequently he’s always in detention (MILLI WOULD BE IN THERE TOO BECAUSE OF MUSIC IN CLASS WHICH MEANS ILLI AND RAY WOULD BE ALONE TOGETHER AS WELL - I DIDNT EVEN MEAN TO DO THAT LOL)

✮ He transitioned in middle school which was fucking ROUGH to say the least, so he’s built up a kind of thick shell

✮ Him and illi actually dated for a weird couple of months way back when - but it sort of just weirded them out so they decided it was better to just be friends

✮ HOWEVER they lowkey stayed friends with benefits for ages, like they explored each others bodies for sure - and probably did up until he started fancying Milli - illi was totally pissed they lost their fuck buddy but she knew Milli had a major crush on him and she had no feelings for him so she was ultimately happy for them

✮ He is a very touchy friend, kisses and hugs are all just friendly greetings to him (Milli is no where near as touchy or PDA so he always has them blushing with his gestures)

✮ He’s got a plan for some sick tattoos he’s gonna get one day - he’s already done a few stick n pokes himself, they’re extremely crappy but he loves them

✮ He lives on the other side of town to the other three, much to Milli’s dismay (“why should illi and ray get to spend all their time together when I have to go on an expedition to see my boyfriend”)

✮ He is a little fucking shit, constantly teasing illi and ray for being lovebirds - he always gets a kick out of how defensive they are about it

✮ The weed provider for the group

✮ Sexuality unlabelled but probably pansexual because he'll fuck anyone, he doesn't care

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TAGGING PEOPLE WHO ASKED/SPOKE TO ME ABOUT THESE:

@therealaxlrose @illi-mcmillin @st4rrrdestroya

this is not proofread and probably a whole lot of waffle so enjoy that lol !!!

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westanthewaterman · 3 years ago

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I lay snuggly in the middle of the Illi spectrum. I don't dislike him, nor am I in love with him

Aka, I won't go out of my way to search for stuff w him in it, but if I happen to come across art and/fics w him, I'll stop n read (just like every other Mark or JSE ego)

Hmmm I can break bread with you.

But you're on thin ice /j

#west whispers #jay #friends

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iamvegorott · 5 years ago

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A Lifetime Chapter 17 (End)

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A New Life?

Yancy and Illinois both grunted when they landed, their fall lasting only moments. Illinois was the first up and Yancy stayed on the ground, looking around in confusion.

“That’s not possible.” Illinois looked up and saw the hole they had fallen through. If he jumped, he could touch the bottom of it, he could put Yancy on his shoulder and climb back up it. “That is not possible.”

“Was there a second hole?” Yancy stood, staring up as well.

“It’s the same one, you can see the rope I used.” Illinois tugged on the rope that was still tied around him and showed it was attached to the hook he had stamped into the ground.

“There’s no way.” Yancy grabbed the rope for himself and pulled, feeling the resistance. “I had fallen so far before catching the wall.” Yancy yanked again. “Yous had to save me.” Yancy jumped when he pulled this time and he fumbled over when the rope stayed where it was. Illinois caught him and gave Yancy a moment to calm down.

“This place is messing with us,” Illinois said.

“It’s a cave. It’s just a bunch of rocks, it can’t do anything.” Yancy scoffed, stepping away so Illinois could get the rope off of himself.

“Remember what I told you about this place. Magic has an effect on it.” Illinois reached into his back pocket and took out a knife. “Yes, the cave is just a bunch of rocks, but the person who cursed it isn’t.” Illinois started to cut the rope.

“Are we not climbing back up? All of our stuff’s up there.”

“We can’t go back up, something tells me we’re blocked from it.” Illinois looped what rope he could get and he slung it over his shoulder.

“So what do we do then?” Yancy asked. He wasn’t expecting for Illinois to pop a finger into his mouth and hold it up in the air.

“We follow the breeze. There’s a chance we’ll be out of here before nightfall.”

“What makes yous say that?”

“Explorer gut.” Illinois knocked on his stomach and started walking, Yancy sighed and took a couple of quick steps so he was walking next to Illinois now.

There was silence between them as they walked. It wasn’t their usual comfortable silence that ould sometimes happen, something about it was awkward. There was a tenseness in the air that mostly came from Yancy. There was no way to just causally continue without mentioning it.

“So...that-uh...that kiss?” Yancy rubbed at his neck.

“Yeah?” Illinois kept his tone even and calm, even though thinking about the kiss made him feel a little giddy. He really had hoped their first kiss together would have ended a little less chaotically, but it was them and it seemed fitting.

“Was I...was I any good?” Yancy was now picking at his fingers. “I haven’t really...k-kissed anyone before.” Yancy was stopped by Illinois’ arm.

“Really?” Illinois moved so that he and Yancy were facing each other.

“Y-Yeah. I-I didn’t really like anyone in the-in the jail like-like that and I was too caught up in...well...your letters.” Yancy was staring at the ground as he spoke. “So...was-was I-uh-okay?”

“You were great.” Illinois had a small smile. For someone that could throw a man across a room, Yancy looked adorable right now.

“I was? I-I...cool and uh...you-yous were also...good.” Yancy stammered out.

“Do you want to do it again?” Illinois asked with a chuckle, assuming Yancy would just blush and hide.

“Yes.” That was unexpected.

“You do?” Illinois moved in a little closer when Yancy nodded, finally looking up at Illinois.

Illinois waited a moment and when it came clear that Yancy wanted him to make the first move, he did. Illinois placed one hand on Yancy’s waist and the other on his cheek and stepped into a kiss. Yancy was stiff at first but slowly relaxed against Illinois and kept his hands at Illinois’ chest, knowing that was a safe place to put them. Yancy liked this feeling, the softness of it how it made him feel so warm. If he would have known kissing was this nice, he might have tried it a long time ago. Yancy was going to try moving his hands, maybe he’ll run them through Illinois’ hair, or try touching his waist or-

“Fuckin’ shit!” Yancy shouted his curse when there was a sudden and ear-splitting shriek. “What was that!?”

“Can I have one normal kiss, damn it!” Illinois huffed and turned towards where the sound came from. “What…”

“No way…”

“Way!” Illinois took Yancy’s hand and the two of them ran through the hole in the wall, running outside. “We did it! We made it!” Illinois laughed and danced around in a circle with Yancy.

“Yous getting me dizzy.” Yancy laughed as well, stopping their little dance. “Let’s get to the truck and get out of here.” Yancy’s smile slowly started to fade as he looked around. “Where’s the truck?”

“It should be somewhere.” Illinois turned around and felt his heart drop when he only saw sand. “Where’s the tr-truck.” Illinois slapped a hand over his mouth, why did his voice skip like that?

“Something doesn’t feel right.” Yancy kicked at the dirt and the dust went down way too fast. “Are we st-still in the ca-cave?” Yancy covered his own mouth when an urge to vomit hit him. Illinois grimaced when a sharp noise filled his head.

“Static?” Illinois stumbled over to Yancy. “We need to go.” Illinois tried to get Yancy to move but Yancy was beginning to curl up.

“It hurts...what’s happening?” Yancy latched to Illinois’ arm.

“Sorry about that. I’m having a little bit of difficulty controlling that here.” Illinois covered Yancy with his body as much as he could when a voice echoed around them.

“Who are you!? Show yourself!” Illinois demanded, straining to sound tough but the buzzing behind his eyes was making it hard.

“I’ve been trying since you’ve entered that damned cave.” Illinois blinked once and he finally saw the body that the voice belonged to.

“Who the hell?” Yancy couldn’t stand all the way but tried as much as he could when he saw the stranger as well.

Gray skin, black eyes, and hair, a body that wore a white suit but kept flashing in different places and positions. They held their hands behind their back and had a chilling calm to them.

“You’ve been here for far too long. You’ve gotten lost.” The person stated.

“Back off!” Illinois took his knife back out and pointed it towards the stranger.

“Cute.” The person chuckled.

“I got this.” Yancy took the knife from Illinois and pushed himself out of Illinois’ hold. “Run, Illy, I’ll take care of ‘em.”

“You’ll take care of me? You can barely stand, let alone fight.” The person took a moment to hum and then they tilted their head. “I like the drive you two have. It’ll be very useful.”

“Who are you!?” Illinois demanded, stepping so he was next to Yancy.

“That’ll be explained later, but now, let’s go home.” The person held a hand up.

“No, you’ll-” Illinois was stopped when the person snapped their fingers and everything went-

Dark

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Bet Y’all didn’t see that coming Thank you to everyone that’s been reading this story and stay tuned for the sequel ‘A New Life’ Wonder how many of those hints throughout the story about the twist y’all were able to catch? Some are more obvious than others ;)

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#yanois #a lifetime #come join me for the sequel #let me know if you want tagged #A New Life #now you understand the evil veggie wiggles #i been wiggling for a while

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inkribbon796 · 5 years ago

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Invisible Blue

Summary: Ethan finds something a bit bigger while he’s spying on Damien. Much bigger than he planned on finding.

A/N: This is a hell of a long post, but I didn’t know how to cut it so here it is. This also contains two different asks from some anons. Hope you guys enjoy.

Ethan was honestly getting a little fatigued. Normally day to day, it was alright, he exchanged with Chase to keep an eye on Damien so that Ethan could get a break. He did simple patrol routes for the simple reason that Ethan had to make sure he was seen in costume so no one would think he was spying on the Mayor.

Marvin and Chase didn’t report that Damien was acting different or suspicious.

Ethan was really ready to stop watching Damien today because the mayor just worked, took a lunch break, and worked way too much, leaving often with his work with him when he went home.

If he was guilty of anything it was being a workaholic with barely a social life.

Today, Ethan considered leaving early, just because it was a slow day and he was already having a bad day. So while Damien was out to lunch, Ethan rushed out to grab a sandwich and was sitting in his chair in the corner just eating it and occasionally glancing at his phone. He had his brain halfway into whatever reddit post he was reading, and half concentrating on not choking to death on the burger in his mouth when he heard the doorknob being angrily turned as Damien stormed in.

Ethan’s reflexes were the only thing stopping him from being instantly found out, as he threw his own power over him and his stuff to make him invisible.

Damien was angry, he was clearly pissed and screaming into his phone, “What is wrong with you?”

Ethan was carefully taking his burger out of mouth and trying to keep his movements slow and eventually as still as possible so he could save the energy to keep the invisibility up as long as possible.

“Well, why did you call me now, are you somehow dying? You know I’m at work!” Damien shouted into the phone.

Whatever response he got, he clearly didn’t like it, because he still looked pissed and Ethan didn’t think he had ever seen Damien even close to this level of anger.

Damien glared at his phone, and Ethan could hear what he thought was a phone ringing somewhere in the distance. But Damien pulled the phone away from his ear to take a breath. “You have the five seconds it takes for me to walk up and close my door, to get Illy.”

The Mayor took an audibly deep breath, “If I see you in my office, I will put an axe through your chest and carve your heart out, am I understood?”

He didn’t even wait for the answer, almost dropping his black phone on the desk and stomping over to the door, muttering under his breath. Ethan only caught part of as Damien stomped past, “Dammit, William, I can’t leave you alone for five minutes.”

Damien paused at the door, looking a bit pained, he took a deep breath and ran his hands over his face, taking his time to close the door and walk back to his desk. After settling back into his seat, he picked up the phone, “Yes.”

Relief seemed to flood over his body, “Finally, how bad is it?

As Damien was talking as Ethan slowly started to clean up, trying to be as slow as possible to avoid making noise.

“How much damage are we talking? His usual amount?” Damien asked as Ethan was finishing up his burger and pocketing the trash from it.

“I’m supposed to going to a benefit gala tonight in my tux, I can drop by briefly and calm him down, but I need you to take care of Bim and make sure he doesn’t break anything either.”

At Bim’s name, the name of the lead suspect in a series of suspicious disappearances of co-eds and transients, just stunned and terrified Ethan. The invisible hero had been trying to quietly fold up the wrapper his burger had come with, and after years of working quietly to where Jackie had to concentrate to pick him up he was more than confident that he was quiet. But heard that name made his hand reflexively clench and a loud and clear crinkling sound quietly punctuated Damien’s sentence.

Damien froze, eyes darting around, he looked in the corner Ethan was in several times, and one of those times he seemed to be staring directly into Ethan’s eyes two seconds too long to be comfortable.

Finally Damien said, “I’ll have to call you back, there’s something in my office.”

Damien hung up the instant he finished the last word and looked around the room, standing up. He didn’t call out and Ethan felt unnerved and wondered if he should just come out of hiding and try and pass his nervous shock off.

After about a minute Damien straightened up his desk a bit, and then left the room. Ethan was quick to try and follow him to the parking lot but only got to the parking lot before in record time he lost Damien, rounding the corner and someone else almost slammed into Ethan and he had to duck out of the way and he heard the door front open and close and Ethan could see him after that.

Ethan made a quick call to Logan but he didn’t pick up so he had to step out and call Jackie who promised to get someone to the gala. They made sure to have a set of ear pieces they could use to communicate with each other.

Then he quickly finished cleaning up and just didn’t come back, not wanting to tip Damien off again.

Ethan and Roman arrived at the museum where they were hosting the gala in costume, early to help with the security detail.

“Be still my heart, what wonders of Apollo and the Muses above!�� Roman gasped at one of the paintings.

The museum director walked out of his office, smiling but looking a bit nervous, “Always so great to have our city’s finest here for the gala. I take it you both are patrons of the arts?”

“Of course, Prince Creativity at your service,” Roman gestured to himself, then gestured to Ethan, “This is my esteemed colleague: Blank.”

“We would have come without the masks but no one would have recognized us,” Ethan tried to joke.

The man let out a little fake laugh, “Pardon me, I have one of the museum backers in a meeting, I’ll have to talk with the two of you after the event starts.”

“Oh, don’t let us keep you,” Roman insisted, “we’re just here to admire the artwork, I may walk off with something if my friends don’t stop me.”

“Thought that was Logic’s job?” Ethan smiled even though it couldn’t be seen very well under his mask. “Well don’t let us keep you, we’ll just walk around until the gala starts.”

He smiled and left and nothing too important happened, the gala began and they soon found Damien amongst the crowd. Their evening up until that point had been filled with talking with people and Roman geeking out with other artists over their sculptures, paintings; and Roman was quite excited about a woman who had sculptured what looked like a handbag out of clay that looked so realistic Ethan thought someone had just left on a pedestal. During the conversation, Roman noticed Damien. The mayor was standing talking to another woman but during the conversation he noticed Roman and Ethan standing there.

She walked off, and Ethan thought he might be imagining it, but Damien seemed to be watching them a little more closely. He smiled as they walked over, “Well, what a pleasant surprise.”

“As if I would miss such a fantastic venue,” Roman smiled. “I was made for this scene.”

“I suppose I should have expected to see you then,” Damien apologized.

Ethan was looking around the room, mostly out of habit, Mark and Jack had drilled it into Ethan’s head to survey the room to see if a villain was sneaking in or if there was anyone causing trouble, and after what had happened to Robbie it was insisted that he find a way out to get out of a dangerous situation.

So he was looking around and watched the direction heading towards the stairwell. Ethan wouldn’t have paid any extra attention but the direction was frequently talking to a person following close behind and the man looked scared, nervously glancing back at the man following him.

Quickly turning to Roman, Ethan signaled to him, acting like he was itching his ear. “Be back, guys.”

“If you fight ninjas, call for backup,” Roman told him. “I don’t want to be left out of the fun.”

Ethan headed off in the direction of the bathrooms, and the instant he was out of sight, he turned invisible and headed back to the direction he’d seen the director sped walked off into. By luck or just because of how fast he’d reacted, Ethan was able to catch up to the director and his guest, and something about the person, and after watching this strangely familiar person for a while he was following the two down into the first basement of the museum.

“I do hope this will be a short walk,” the familiar stranger said.

“The service elevator will take you all the way down to the service elevator,” the man promised, turning the key into a slot on the elevator panel. “No stops, no interruptions.

Ethan watched the situation for a bit, it was all kinds of shifty and he didn’t like it, but Ethan and Roman were here to spy on Damien. But something didn’t sit right with him about this. And either way he was going to get chewed out. He could almost see Amy’s face when he would have to give his report of this mission. Maybe he could give it to J.J or Patton, they usually weren’t so tight fisted on what he did.

Quietly Ethan weighed his options, lamenting that regardless of the fact he’d more than earned his right as an official hero, most of the team tended to baby him. Hell it seemed like the whole city wanted to baby him.

While he thought about what to do, the elevator finally arrived and opened. The director said, “Give Dark my regards.”

Ethan moved without thinking, slipping into the large service elevator, once he was inside he crammed himself to the back and whispered into his earpiece, “Hey, Princey, keep your eyes on the Mayor, I’m following a network member.”

“Ill advised,” the enforcer dismissed coldly, looking down at his watch, getting into the elevator. He was getting more and more familiar to Ethan, his sharp and angular features and dark black square glasses. “It would be a waste of his time and mine. Remember your payment, I’d like to be able to have this month’s ledgers done on time.”

“What?” Roman’s voice crackled over the earpiece and Ethan huddled further away from the enforcer. “On your own? You’re not supposed to do that.”

The elevator closed and slowly began to descend.

“I’m not an apprentice anymore, I know what I’m doing,” Ethan whispered and his eyes seemed to focus in and see through whatever illusion was around him and finally caught why the enforcer looked so familiar.

“Logan?” Ethan asked in surprise, much louder than he should have. Ethan covered his mouth and froze as Logan snapped his head to look at Ethan’s direction and the invisible hero kept absolutely still, making sure he stayed invisible.

Logan was looking around, suspicious, and clearly not believing he’d just hallucinated his own name being called out in an almost empty elevator.

He was slowly lifting his hands up to his lapel of his immaculate suit coat when the elevator grinded to a sudden halt and the lights began to flash, all the buttons lighting up as laughter began echo off the metal walls.

“Hello Four Eyes,” a scratchy voice echoed off the walls.

Ethan’s invisibility almost flickered a bit in surprise but braced himself for a fight. Logan seemed to calm down significantly. He just watched as a mass of tentacles and spikes shot out at him. Logan had been standing almost a foot-and-a-half from the elevator door and didn’t even flinch as he was attacked.

The invisible hero almost jumped in to save him but realized that Logan wasn’t being touched and he was just staring at the creature as if it was throwing feathers at him.

“Ah, greetings Anti, how has your day been?” Logan adjusted his glasses.

“Oh, cone on, I had yeh!” Anti materialized out of the button panels, coming out of the tentacles.

Logan was scanning over his suit again, “I do have to admit, I was a little perturbed when you called my name, I was not aware Dark had confided it to you.”

“That horsearse don’t tell me shite,” Anti spat. “It was probably Wil fishing in waters he’s not welcome. I thought he knew yer Aro ass was off the market.”

“No, I would recognize his voice,” Logan answered, looking away as he murmured to himself, finger resting against his lips and his brow furrowed in concentration. “It was probably Dark, he is the only person I can think of who would know my name. I must talk to him about using it in public, it’s quite dangerous and risky. He must be in a good mood today.”

Then Logan looked at Anti again and nonchalantly asked, “Do you mind removing yourself from the panel, I have a meeting to get to and Dark will not continue to be in a good mood if I am late.”

Anti had just been staring at Logan and at his request the glitch demon just started laughing. He did, however, pull himself out of the elevator and punched it before it continued its descent. He laughed as if Logan was the funniest thing in the world. “Do yeh think if I bugged Dark enough he’d let me pick yah apart and watch yeh break. I bet even yeh have a point where yah fookin’ fall apart.”

Logan only blinked, as if the glitch demon wasn’t threatening him. He adjusted his glasses in the Logan-like way Ethan had always seen him do. There was something in Logan’s eyes that looked inhuman. As if the person Ethan had known for years wasn’t there and Logan’s body was being piloted around by some demon.

Which wasn’t completely unlikely given the crazy, messed up world Ethan lived in.

“While highly improbable,” Logan answered while Ethan was having a crisis, “the likelihood is not 0.”

Anti was quiet for a second before cackling again, still floating in midair. “Wonder if I could clone you and get the same person.”

“Impossible,” Logan answered, reaching a wooden door, “you cannot perfectly duplicate another person.”

“Shame,” Anti commented, still smiling and the elevator door opened, Ethan followed them out into a room with a couple boxes all with serial numbers and labels. There was what looked like a large office on the other side of the room.

“Hey if you wanted to get a guy you like to annoy a birthday gift, what would it be?” Anti asked.

“I don’t think I am the one you should outsource gift ideas to,” Logan cautioned.

Anti kicked open the door the instant Logan had it open enough not to destroy the frame. “We’re home.”

Inside Ed Edgar had been napping in a chair leaned up against the wall and grunting in panic when the door was kicked open, pulling his gun out and almost shooting Anti before recognizing who it was and lowering it.

“Hey Eddy boy,” Anti grinned. “Guess who got an invite.”

“Hey dipshit,” Ed Edgar spat out at Anti before tipping his hat at Logan. “Howdy, Sanders, I see yah haven’t died yet?”

Their argument and the fact Anti had kicked the door open when Logan probably would have closed it behind him, made it easy for Ethan to sneak in.

Logan walked off to the side of the room, three ledgers stacked up on a small desk.“If you were commenting on my state of existence, I don’t know how I could have given you the impression my life was at stake.”

Ed stared at him, pointing at him, “Yer smart mouth is gonna get yer teeth kicked in, an’ that’s what worries me.”

“Your concern is noted,” Logan not even looking up from the books. “Hopefully Dark will be in a better mood than he has been in the past few weeks, otherwise this will only be more bad news.”

“The only news is good news,” Wil patted Logan’s shoulder, suddenly appearing at his side.

“Statistically untrue,” Logan corrected, pointedly staring at Wilford’s hand and when he was slow to move it, Logan brushed it off.

“Someone seems to be in a sour-dour mood of their own,” Wilford gave a full, toothy smile.

“I merely do not appreciate you putting your hand on my person,” Logan reminded. “You historically have very promiscuous behavior and rarely understand someone turning you down. I am not interested in earning my employer’s ire because of a misunderstanding.”

Wilford laughed, “I knew you’d be fun.”

To Logan’s mounting ire, Wil roughly patted him on the back, “I’m glad Darky hasn’t run you off.”

“I am paid far too much, and leaving now would end in a rather painful and drawn out death,” Logan huffed out, looking Wilford dead in the eye.

The madman let out a booming laugh, “What a card that Dark.”

Wilford’s smile got wider as he sat on the desk, ignoring Logan’s glare. “Why there was this time down in Florence where there was this lovely Parisian magician I was seeing and Dark threatened to cut his fingers off.”

“That was because I caught you two having sex on my desk.”

The voice that spoke wasn’t Dark’s usual scratchy, deep tenor. It was higher pitched and sounded feminine. The echoey ringing was the same though.

Logan almost jumped out of his chair, and Ethan saw someone in short black hair, Dark’s red echo around her and in an immaculate suit.

“Celine,” Wil uttered, saying her name like it enchanted and enraptured him.

She sighed and sat down in the chair. Ethan got his first good look at Celine. He was surprised at how much she looked like Damien . . . and even scarier how much she looked like Dark.

“Ma’am,” Edgar stood up and took off his hat, bowing his head slightly. “Nice of you to join us.”

“Great,” Anti rolled his eyes. “The fun police is here.”

“Nice to see you too Anti,” she replied in an equally barbed tone. “Are you going to be useful here or just a waste of my time?”

“Ugh,” Anti groaned. “I’ll see myself out a’fore ye get even less fun. Tell yer other half he’s a dipshit.”

“Tell him yourself,” the woman replied. “As you can see, I’m a bit busy.”

“Yeah, making Wil suck ye off,” Anti muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” She barked.

“Ye heard me!” Anti tore a hole into the Void and vanished, he flipped her off as he left.

“Now you can’t talk to a lady like that,” Wilford snapped at Anti as he left, even leaning into the Void to finish berating him.

“Leave it Wil,” Celine told him and Wil pouted as he watched the Void close.

She snapped her fingers and a chair appeared from the Void, jolting into place beside her, a bright pink and yellow wood chair with a large mustache carved at the top of the backboard.

Then the door closed and Ethan distinctively claustrophobic while he was trying to keep his mind clear of thoughts Wil could read.

Wil flopped down in the chair. Celine patted him on the arm, saying, “Don’t worry he’s just upset I don’t let him walk all over me like he does with my brother.”

“How is the old bean?” Wil asked, “haven’t seen him in ages.”

“He’s fine dear, he’s just keeping a couple stiff shirts upstairs,” Celine dismissed. Then she turned to Logan and she smiled. “Well, well, you have turned into quite the useful little bookworm. So do you know who I am?”

It was Logan’s turn to smile, “Yes, I would recognize you anywhere. Do you have a specific name you wish to go by, Ma’am?”

She hummed, ignoring Wil who was inching towards her and clearly salty about not being the center of attention, but she gave that sticky sweet smile reminding Ethan of Dark when he was being especially sadistic. “I think for you, Madam Celine will work just fine, you rarely see the outside of your office and I am planning a new debut of sorts.”

Logan nodded, “Very well, Madam, I took the liberty of checking over the books again, and regrettably there is bad news.”

“When is there very good news these days?” She groaned, she leaned her hand over to trace around Wil’s face. “Sweetie, if you can’t be patient and behave, I’m going to kick you out of the room.”

Wil smiled, “Oh I can behave.”

“After,” She pushed him away, “Ed, Logan, reports, I don’t have all night to play charades.”

“Well the feds have been doing a lot more snooping about the old Downwich orphanage for one, and they’re getting nosy,” Ed began, “it’s just taken them a couple months to make any progress.”

Celine thought for a bit, Wil just shrugged and commented, “None of the kids are minors anyways.”

She glared at Wil, grabbing him by the collar, “Did you forget the heroes have someone who can control time on their side?”

“They do?” Wil smiled. “That’s a neat trick.”

Celine’s eye began to twitch and the fierce ringing that usually accompanied Dark pitched up. “Wil, if I lose them because you chose to play games instead of taking this seriously, I will carve out your heart and feed it to you.”

Wil kept quiet at that.

“Ma’am, if you would allow me to make a suggestion,” Logan spoke up and Celine looked over at him.

“We should cut all ties with these sites,” Logan proposed. “They are becoming too dangerous to manage.”

“That’d cut mah supply at the ankles,” Ed snapped,

“If it puts the whole network at risk then your supply should be disallowed,” Logan commented in a dry but firm tone.

“What do you know about risk?” Edgar threatened, “you stay in an office all day.”

“Edgar, you strike him, and I’ll start removing fingers,” Celine threatened. “Logan has a point, distance has to be put between us and the sites, immediately. I want all their records destroyed. They never existed.”

“We can do that,” Ed promised, “how do you want me to handle Yanc’s paperwork, he’s already in a hot mess.”

“I don’t care,” she spat angry, “take care of it.”

“I can run a cost analysis for how to handle the situation without creating too much suspicion,” Logan offered, adjusting his glasses again. “It wouldn’t do to act without an informed decision.”

“That would be best,” Celine agreed.

“I can have those reports on your desk by the end of the week,” Logan promised. “The sooner we can make a decision, the better we can prepare for the consequences.”

“Another thing,” Celine added. “I don’t think I was clear to you in our last conversation. I want Brody moved up. He has top priority.”

Ethan got an uncomfortable tightening in his chest at hearing Chase’s name so casually thrown around.

Logan let out a frustrated sigh, “Might I ask why?”

“His unpredictable bravery mixed with his gift has the ability to turn the tide of a fight,” Celine corrected firmly. “Even if he is more than a little dim.”

Logan was quiet for a little bit, straightening his glasses, “If you are this certain about the threat he poses, then I will make him a priority target.”

“Oh no,” Celine smiled. “Not that list, the other one. The same one I put the others onto.”

Logan paused, sounding confused, “Very well.”

The office door opened and Illinois in a nice tweed suit and glasses walked in, he was carrying his hat, under his arm was a package. Celine smiled at him and Ethan took his change to escape, slowly heading for the door. He made it to the other side and hid behind the wall.

“Hello sweetie, how’s the gala?” Celine to him.

“Oh it’s going great,” Illinois announced as Ethan began to make his way slowly and carefully back to the elevator, Logan seemed to be in more than friendly company and anything else he learned wasn’t important if he was dead. Once he was at the elevator, he sighed in relief when he saw it had a button to go back up and didn’t need a key.

“Charming,” Ethan whispered into his ear piece.

“Sweet Aunt Jemima,” Roman sounded panicked. “I have been trying to find you everywhere.”

“Coming back up,” Ethan promised, and hit the button.

“Back up,” Roman repeated in confusion, “where are you?”

The elevator dinged as it opened and Ethan froze, looking back at the room as he backed up into the elevator and hit the third floor to avoid being on the same floor as the elevator had first come down from. When it closed without investigation, Ethan made a sigh of relief but didn’t turn visible yet, he was tired but not out of trouble yet.

“Do you still have eyes on the Mayor?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah, he’s been fine, talking, laughing,” Roman answered.

The elevator opened and Ethan stepped out, ducking into a room that didn’t have people inside, so he turned tangible. “Coming down from the third floor, where are you right now because we need to leave and fast.”

“Wait a second, what about Logan?” Roman asked as Ethan began to head for the first exit he could find. “You said his name and then went radio dark. Shoot, I lost him.”

“The Mayor?” Ethan stopped on the stairs. “Leave Logic, he’ll fine.”

“Just get out, we’ll talk, late—” Ethan kept going, and stopped when he rounded a corner in the twisting staircase and saw Damien at the bottom of the staircase, hands resting on the pommel of his cane and a smile on his face. Ethan immediately pressed a button on his wrist watch and sent a silent alarm for back up to his location. “Mr. Mayor, how are you?”

Damien smiled. “Oh, I’m doing well, I just was a little worried, you walked off and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of you for the last half-hour.”

“Has it been that long?” Ethan let out a nervous chuckle. “Lost track of time, I guess.”

Damien’s eyes narrowed, and he gave a smile that reminded Ethan of Celine. “You were in my office.”

“Depends on the day, I’ve been to your office before loads of times,” Ethan said.

The Mayor took one step up the stairs and Ethan took a matching one back up, “Then let me clarify: this afternoon you were spying on me in my office, I caught you around lunch time and you didn’t come back when I tore the room apart later.”

Another step up, another retreating one from Ethan.

“Why?” Damien asked, his smile growing into something else as they took another step. “Am I under investigation for something?”

“Uh,” Ethan stalled, forced to take another step.

“Crank!” Roman yelled and Ethan felt relief as Roman stood at the bottom of the stairs. Damien looked back at Roman.

“Stay out of my office or bring smarter back up,” Damien threatened and headed up the stairs, moving past Ethan without laying a finger on him.

“Are you—” Roman began but Ethan thudded down the stairs and ran for the exit.

“No, come on,” Ethan didn’t let up until he was outside and saw Jackie heading towards the door.

“Anyone hurt?” Jackie demanded.

“No, we need to get back to base, we’re being watched,” Ethan told him.

Despite Ethan’s warning, they weren’t attacked and there was no sign of being followed. Mark and Iplier were waiting for them, Mark looking relieved when Ethan came in looking unharmed.

“What happened?” Mark demanded.

“The Mayor and his sister are working with Dark,” Ethan accused, “they might even be his hosts. I saw Celine acting like she was Dark and no one even seemed to blink at that.”

“At the museum?” Mark demanded.

“No it was in some underground office underneath the museum, it looked like it was a place they shipped stuff out from,” Ethan explained. “Worse of all Logan was there talking to him and Wilford, he wasn’t in a mask and he was in this really nice suit.”

“Why would Logan be working with those shifty shadlings?” Roman huffed, insulted. “Maybe it was an illusion?”

“We’ll deal with the Logan problem when he comes into the base tomorrow,” Mark sidelined. “You said you two saw Dark possessing Celine? How? Dark’s never taken a Host before.”

“That’d make him no longer the exception ta the rule,” Jackie cut in. “Every other demon we’ve fought with has either worked with a host before or is using one.”

“It’s only two demons,” Mark reminded.

“No, remember that time Marv got possessed by an undead witch, she was technically a demon,” Jack corrected.

“In any definition, the heroes have it wrong,” the host announced himself, walking into the room.

“Really?” Mark asked. “Which part, the fact we have to replace another mayor or the fact Dark is taking hosts?”

“The Host doesn’t see the city’s current mayor leaving his post for the foreseeable future,” the Host denied, whispering into his cupped hand as a lack piece of paper folded itself into existence and it looked like a spindly paper person. “As for the Entity, he is not what he or she seems.”

“Who cares what he is?” Mark reminded sharply. “Dark has the keys to the city.”

Jackie drew his hand over his face, “Shit, how many identities does that asshole know?”

“Chase’s, Celine, or Dark, she mentioned him as “a priority target” or something,” Ethan said. “I’ve never told him mine.”

“Chase goes over ta talk wit’ the mayor e’ery week,” Jack groaned. “I’ll talk wit’ him. Mark let’s see if that asshole is anymore arrestable if he looks human.”

Jackie ran off and Mark turned to Ethan, “You are never to go off like that alone again.”

Ethan glared at Mark, “I am twenty-three, I’m not a baby. You go up against Dark and a group of his goons alone all the time.”

“I can be slammed against a wall at sixty miles an hour and not get hurt,” Mark reminded. “I don’t want to attend another funeral, especially if it’s for someone else who went into Dark’s territory with no back up and then got themselves thrown into a blender.”

“My powers are perfect for spying and you’re not letting me use it,” Ethan felt frustrated, taking his mask off. “Come on, I’m not an apprentice anymore.”

Mark took a deep breath, clearly not liking the situation, but he turned to the Host, “Hey Host.”

“Yes,” Host answered prematurely. “It would be the Host’s honor.”

Mark pointed at Ethan, “I want you to get so good I can’t find you when you start pulling pranks.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Ethan smiled, excited, he started to slink out, turning invisible halfway through his sentence. “I’ll be so stealthy that no one will see me.”

Mark rolled his eyes, “You can’t be a good spy if you keep running your mouth.”

“I was never here,” Ethan said to him, next to Mark’s shoulder.

“You’re not making me feel good about this,” Mark told him.

“Where am I?” Ethan asked, making his voice sound ghostly.

“A mistake was made,” Mark just shook his head smiling, “clearly.”

Ethan joked around for a bit before he and Mark eventually went home, Roman already off trying to track Logan down.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Crankgameplays #Markiplier #Thomas Sanders #Darkiplier #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Wilford Warfstache #Ed Edgar #Darkstache #Wilford x Celine #what is their ship name cause I can't figure it #spying secret identity #heroes are a bit overprotective of Ethan #but they have a good reason and Ethan's not making it easy for them

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cherrytea556 · 1 year ago

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Dude, I thought you were done talking to me. But if you wanna continue, why not.

How can you still continue to say that he only brings facts and evidence when this tweet of his clearly showcases bias towards trans people? All the pic contains is 'protect trans kids' with the flag, no surgery or child mutilation shown, just a flag with a phrase that's not even the centre of attention since it's in the background. So if TBYS problem with trans people is letting kids access to surgery then why does this tweet exist? Did he just take the information from the article without any fact-checking? That's pretty odd for someone who supposedly 'brings the true facts and evidence.'

Plus you still never address why he specifically equates trans people with child predators, a popular transphobic stereotype used to discriminate trans people while also damaging trans kids. If he doesn't hate trans people, then why call them child predators? Something actually harmful and dangerous to society? Truly, tell me.

Something also to note of is that the videos you listed to me are older than the tweet. Those videos were from 2021, two years before this tweet which was in 2023. And if you take a look at the content of his channel, you can see the progression from anti feminist to anti woke content and with anti woke typically being against trans people (or anything LGBT really) then it wouldn't be surprising that even if he previously stated that he doesn't hate trans people or condone the hate towards them, that stance could've changed overtime within who he associates himself with.

I never talked to you about being sensitive. Anyone else who read the replies to our argument would also see that. Seriously, you have a pattern of just making stuff up. Similar to TBYS I guess.

Y'know it's funny because I actually did do what your suggesting me to do a few years ago where I offer him criticism and did so in a constructive way. Yet how did that go? Well when I asked him of his thoughts on one of his community posts, his response was notably filled with making stuff up about me. The most prominent one that I remember was his first critique of my critique, where he said I didn't offer advice like I 'promised.' I never promised him anything, I was very clear in just offering him criticism, not advice. Yet that was what he said. I have all of the screenshots of the conversation and it's not deleted so you can still find it if your curious.

The example your bringing up (that being of Coleen) it's a case of a groomer and victim. That's entirely different from right wing YouTuber got done wrong by bigger animated channel. TBYS and Illy are a case where both are shit in different ways (and when I include TBYS, it's not to Illy specifically but his content in general) Adam and Coleen on the other hand is where a predator uses their power to punish their victim for revealing them being a perpetrator. Your doing an argumentative technique I used to do a lot when younger but stop doing so much of because I realised that some situations aren't as comparable for an argument since it would contain a difference that wouldn't make the comparison work anymore (like the argument of why straight people can't have their pride parade despite them not having any discrimination for being straight since day 1 of earth)

Your experiences are pretty different from mine (as another asexual whose also an aromantic mixed Latina) I watched a lot of content of varying backgrounds which included right leaning content such as comps making fun of feminist cringe or the red pill. It didn't matter whether or not I even agreed with it, I just watched it for the sake of it (especially red pill) Now that I'm older, I tend to take what I watch with a grain of salt, not trusting right leaning content anymore and find it a waste of time. You can say it's a bad thing because I'm not 'opening my mind' but here's the thing: if you already find the persons videos bullshit, why still watch them? We control what we watch online so why not watch things your actually interested in? I do admit that I am bias and lean more towards the left side of the political spectrum but mostly because of the social aspect. I believe in letting people do whatever they want as long as their not harming anyone and given how right wing people voice their hatred over people such as trans people, I would ask: 'why do you care? How is it affecting you that these people are just living their lives?' I'd like to have an open mind and listen to other people's opinions on things, even if I disagree but what I draw the line is bigotry. That's not just your opinion, it's a whole group of people who are shown to be harmed by that opinion. And this is something tbys is doing with that very tweet, Futher contributing to the notion of trans people being child predators that causes so much harm towards them, especially with the rise of transphobia in the 2020s.

While its nice to see you think the shades of grey than just black n white (because as humans, were never simple so nuance is essential for us to consider), unfortunately, the red pill isn't exactly a good source. It is heavily biased against women (which is something tbys does clearly by being in the red pill community) and does deceive people, particularly young boys into harmful, misogynistic rhetoric about women. The most infamous example is Andrew tate. TBYS isn't someone who takes things neutrally and I'm shocked that few people see that given his clear red pill content where it's full of bias with little factual evidence and even sometimes made up. Along side the tweet that should tell you his personal bias of trans people. If you want to look at the shades of grey, maybe study someone like idk, Riefenstahl, and form your own conclusions instead of the red pill or TBYS.

And for some reason, your now gonna make our yapful conversation more well known here so, for anyone reading this post, you can find our conversation through this person's replies to their post which got 100+ notes. Read it and form your own conclusions, always remember to take someone's claims on the internet with a grain of salt and fact check.

You still trying to reach out to me despite this post having nothing to do with you (but TBYS fans/defenders in general because yours just so happen to be a common defense I seen multiple times) is a choice to say the least. Idk how to even feel about it.

Are people really defending this run-of-the-mill anti-woke YouTuber just because Illymation wanted him reported for his reaction video to ‘Perks of Being the Fat Kid’??

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strangestdrabbles · 6 years ago

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Angel In Leather

A/N: wow i’m inspired and ready to write more,, i hope you enjoy reading and that it did the request justice @sabricece

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Y/N was a vision, an angel in leather when she parked her motorcycle in the Hawkins High lot on her first day. It was impossible not to stare as she collected herself, bag on her left shoulder while her helmet rested under her right arm, Y/N’s hair a tousled mess in a way that just looked a little too good.

The whispers carried and followed Y/N as she walked through the front doors, taking a moment to take in her surroundings before taking a right and locating her locker; the halls filling quickly as Y/N dumped her stuff to clear her arms.

“So where are you from?”

The voice dripped with a faux kindness which had Y/N turning around, her eyes landing on three girls that looked like they had been dragged through The Gap backwards; her mind telling her to get out of there and not escalate the situation but her feet wouldn’t co-operate.

“Why does it matter to you?” Y/N asked as politely as she could but the shared looks between the girls in front of her had a heat spreading through her body that wasn’t pleasant.

“It’s just that you look kind of well…” The taller of the trio began, her voice soft spoken and genuine, Y/N’s chest easing slightly towards her but then the other two giggled.

“Well I didn’t hear any of your dads complaining so if you excuse me.”

The sound of Y/N slamming her locker and leaving had the trio stunned, not noticing Billy standing a little ways away smirking; impressed by Y/N’s attitude and blown away by her style.

It wasn’t until the last class of the day, Biology, that Billy and Y/N officially met as they were seated next to each other; Billy watching her out of his peripheral while she fiddled with one of the rings on her fingers. She ran a hand through her hair before adjusting her leather jacket to be more comfortable, the lull of casual conversation surrounding them as Billy began to put on the charm.

“Hey.”

Y/N turned her head to face him while looking slightly confused, her eyes raking over his face then down to his slightly open button up shirt before they held eye contact.

“Um hi?”

“I’m Billy and I was just wondering who someone as stunning as you are.”

“Not interested, that’s who I am.” Y/N said with a sweet voice after she leaned closer to Billy.

He was stunned at the retort as he wasn’t used to girls not falling at his feet, realising that he hasn’t taken his eyes away from her lips until she was leaning away and blinking.

“What?” Billy asked, his head completely clear aside from confusion and for a moment he felt a little out of himself as he tried to collect his bearings.

“I’m just not interested. Sorry.” Y/N turned to face the front of the room, not noticing Billy slowly nodding before doing the same.

It had been two weeks since Y/N had started at Hawkin’s High and one thing she realised was a constant was Billy. He did his best to talk to her and be polite whenever they were in close proximity, most of the small talk taking place in Biology and it hit Y/N out of nowhere sometime during the second week that her and Billy were friends.

“Did you finish the homework?” Y/N asked as Billy sat next to her, quiet and a little heavy handed as he got his textbook and notebook out of his bag.

“Billy?”

Y/N looked up and saw that Billy’s demeanour was one of exhaustion, barely making it into the seat until Y/N reached over and helped him to be comfortable.

“Y-Yeah?” Billy ran a hand through his hair before rubbing his eyes, not at all ready to face a full day of school.

“I just asked if you finished the homework.”

“Oh um nah I didn’t. I did most of it but couldn’t be bothered to finish the rest.”

Y/N laughed in a way that could only be described as good natured before running a hand through her hair, causing Billy to be surrounded by the scent of vanilla and coconut and a shiver to stagger up his spine. Hearing her laugh calmed his head significantly and allowed his mind to clear, like he had been held under-water for far too long and was now finally being able to breathe.

“-illy, Billy, Billy.”

“Huh?”

Y/N smiled at him before resting her cheek on her hand, a growing fondness filling her chest even though she didn’t want to admit it. She could feel her cheeks heat up and did her best to hide her face with her hair, not noticing that Billy had caught sight and could feel his heart stuttering in his chest.

“Y/N?”

“It’s nothing.”

The bell finally rang for lunch and with a practiced ease Y/N left the classroom so they could get some fresh air, tying her hair up to keep it out of her face before adjusting her leather jacket to sit comfortably on her shoulders.

The sound of wolf whistles rang through the hallway but instead of stopping and addressing it, she stuck up her middle finger while continuing to walk as a smirk slowly kissed her lips; feeling a level of power fill her veins. She rolled her eyes when she saw clusters of girls whispering or shooting her death glares, not caring in the slightest about how petty they were being because she had a life to live and enjoy; shooting them a wink and then laughing when they rolled their eyes.

A weak sliver of sunlight greeted Y/N as she walked outside, standing still for a moment while the soft heat kissed her cheeks before she started to walk again over to a picnic table. She was glad to be alone and to just bask in the silence even for a moment but Y/N knew to not expect too much down time at Hawkins High.

“So are you trying to soak up some quality sunlight.”

It was involuntary the smile that appeared on her face at the sound of Billy’s voice, the sound of his footsteps grew louder the closer he got but that was out of Y/N’s mind as a couple of girls walked out of the doors; making eye contact with her and speaking in a way that carried to Y/N.

“Wow look the tramp is trying it with Billy.”

Y/N rolled her eyes before resting her cheek on her hand while facing them, clearing her throat and then addressing the two girls with a smile that was anything but friendly.

“Hey tell your dads I say hey yeah? I’m sure they miss me. Also fuck off, go back to complaining about how bored you are with your upper middle class suburban lives bitches.”

The girls looked scandalised but left Y/N alone after that and walked inside, the sound of Billy’s laughter filling the air as he sat across from Y/N and watched them; lighting a cigarette before leaving the box and lighter on the table.

“When you do that it’s kinda hot.” Billy said in a nonchalant way, looking at Y/N through the flicker of smoke and finding that she was watching him with hooded eyes.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah a girl that takes no shit and stands up for herself is sexy as fuck.”

Y/N rolled her eyes while crossing her legs to try and stop the molten feeling that was beginning to settle in her lower stomach.

“Thanks babe, you sure know how to flatter a woman.”

There was a lull as Y/N took out her English notebook and the novel they were studying at the moment, Pride and Prejudice, as Billy finally gathered the nerve to ask the question that had been on his mind for the better part of five days.

“Go out with me?”

“What?” Y/N asked, fiddling with a pen between her fingers while trying to comprehend what Billy asked.

“I asked you to go out with me.”

Y/N looked at him before biting her bottom lip and considering what Billy had asked, nodding her head a moment later.

“Alright. One date but if it doesn’t go well, I don’t want you to ask again, okay?”

Billy nodded quickly and then smirked while the cigarette was held between his teeth, exhaling smoke through his nostrils while taking in Y/N.

“You won’t regret it.”

“Yeah let’s hope not.”

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