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write-orflight · 3 years

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Watch Over Me: Chapter One

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: M

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: none for this chapter: innuendo, language

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Steve Rogers learns about the future from a woman stuck in the past.

A.N This is my jazz club reader fic I’ve been talking about writing. This fic isn’t gonna be long but I like it so I hope yall do too. I’m not using my perm taglist because it’s different than my normal content. reply, message, or inbox to be tagged. Devil Has Lilith will be updated Saturday.

Slang used in this chapter:

Dish: An attractive Woman

Butter and egg man: The money man, the man who comes to town to blow a big wad in nightclubs.

Dip the bill: Have a drink.

Corn: Bourbon

Cake-eater: A ladies’ man

Jalopy: An old car.

Drop a dime: Make a phone call

Chapter 1: There's a somebody I'm longin' to see

“I can’t watch this anymore!” Tony said storming into the compound’s kitchen one night. Steve looked up from his sketchbook in confusion. “I can’t watch you sit in here another friday night. It’s tragic!”

“Ugh, not this again, Tony.” Steve says, sighing. Nat and Bucky begin snickering next to him, knowing where the conversation was going.

“Yes, this again. Cap, I excused it for the first couple of years because you were adjusting to the times but it’s been years! If you’re not on a mission, you don’t go out! Sometimes, when Pep is having trouble sleeping I describe your social life to her, puts her right slee--”

“Alright, I get it!” Steve cuts him off, slapping Bucky, who was in full hysterics at this point, in the arm. “I know my personal life is--”

“Non-existent?” Nat provides.

“Dead?” Tony adds, laughing.

“But it’s my personal life. I’m over 100 years old. If I looked it, you guys wouldn’t be questioning my staying home.”

“Exactly, if you looked it, I wouldn’t. But you are not that old yet.” Tony says. “Come on, let’s just all go out once. If you don’t like it, I’ll never make you go out again. I’ll even get you a coloring book or a model ship, or whatever old people do.”

“Fine.” Steve sighed, as the man next to him cheered. “But nothing like those places you typically go to. They’re too noisy and sweaty and--”

“Yea I got it, old-timer. We’re not going anywhere like that.” Tony provides. “My friend recently opened a restaurant where their back room is a speakeasy, very accurately themed, you need a password and everything to get in. You’ll fit right in.”

“Prohibition ended in the 30s.” Bucky says. “Long before Stevie could even drink.”

“Even still, work with me a little here.” Tony says.

“Fine.” Steve sighs.

“Awesome. Now, you’ve got to come in costume to these things so I’ve already taken the liberty of telling my tailor to make you guys something.”

“What if I had said no?” Steve asks.

“Oh, Cap. You should know by now I don’t take no as an answer.”

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Steve shifted uncomfortably in his uniform. It was almost exactly like the one he would wear out during down times in the war though he knew it wasn’t the real one as that one was in the Smithsonian. Still, Tony’s tailor did a good job with seemingly all the costumes. Tony looked almost identical to how Steve remembered Howard back in the day. Bucky was in a uniform that looked similar to his back in the day, Glove covering his metal hand. Natatsha was in a sleek red gown, white gloves and pearls that was more modest than he’d seen her wear but still made her look drop dead gorgeous.

Tony led them down a dark alley to what seemed to be a back door. Steve looked around confused as they entered the smokey hallway. At the end of the hallway there were two large doors and a lady with pinned up hair and a black shimmery dress, smoking with her feet propped up on the desk she was sitting at.

“Evening gentlemen.” She croons in an english accent. “And lady. Are you lost?”

“We have a meeting with Dr. Volstead.” Tony says, confidently.

The woman tilts her head back giving all of you a once over. “It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” She asks.

“Yes, it is. But I prefer the rain.” Tony says.

With that the woman stands and walks over to the large doors and knocks rhythmically 3 times. The doors open to reveal a large dance hall where couples are in full swing, laughing and drinking. A trio of girls crooned a faced paced song as a jazz band was playing behind them. For a moment, Steve did actually forget he was in the 21st century.

“Enjoy Paradise, my friends.” The woman smiles, before shutting the doors to the outside world.

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You were in the kitchen, taking a much needed headache break from the facade you had been putting up for your tables all night long when your Co-worker, Dalia, came up to you.

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to trade tables with me.”

You looked at her with a suspicious look. “Why?”

“Come on, It’s a 4-top anyway. I’ll even trade you the party table for it.” That made you even more suspicious. “50 bucks for it, come on.”

“Don’t trade, Y/N/N!” Your co-worker and friend/roommate, Jade added. “Tony Stark is in your section. I bet she only wants to give you 50 for it because she knows she’ll make 500.”

“Come on, that’s not even why.” Dalia groans. “Black Widow is also at your table and you know she’s on my ‘Celebrities I have to fuck before I die’ list.”

“God, are the rest of the avengers here?” You ask.

“Not all but you know who is here?” Jade asks. “Steve Rogers.” She says, in a mocking singsong tone, jabbing you. Your crush on Captain America wasn’t really a secret anymore after you confessed it drunk one night. “And he looks almost edible.”

You hum, you didn’t really feel like taking another table but this wasn’t a normal table. You doubt you had a chance but you weren’t passing up on serving Steve Rogers.

“I’ll make you a deal. I still want that 50 bucks and we share the table, I’ll consider splitting the tip.” You say, the idea of making your rent in a night did appease you.

“Deal.”

“Now ladies, I have a song to do.” You say, leaving the girls behind in the kitchen.

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Steve, for the first time in a while it seemed, was having fun. Tony was right, he did feel like he fit right in here. He clapped with the crowd, as the three girls bowed and left the stage. The piano man stood up and took the microphone Steve could tell was only styled to look old but actually wasn’t that old.

“One more time for the Duclaw sisters folks.” The smooth voiced man said into the microphone, inciting another round of applause from the crowd. “Our next performer is actually the last of the night.” That incited a few ‘awws’ of disappointment. “Don’t cry just yet because Old Gary never disappoints, our next performer is my personal favorite. Sings like a Canary and the Cat who caught it.” That induces a laugh from the crowd and a small chuckle from Steve. “And maybe if you’re good she’ll come on for an encore later. Ladies and Gentlemen, The Sultry Sounds of Y/N L/N.” He says, moving from the mic back to the piano as the crowd cheers. Steve watches the stage as arguably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen seems to glide out from the backstage. She’s wearing a floor length silver gown that seemed to glimmer with every step she took. Her hair came down in long fingerwaves, pinned back so you could see the sculpt of her face. Steve would be lying if he said that wasn’t his favorite part of her facade. She had on simple eyeliner, foundation, and a bold red lip he could probably see from mars. You were beautiful, in a timeless sort of way.

“My, my.” She crooned in an sultry old new york accent that reminded Steve of the women he grew up around. “What would your wife say if she knew I was your favorite, Old Gary?”

“She’d agree!” The man called from the piano, inducing the chuckle from the crowd. And a deep sultry one from you.

“Well as they say, two’s just fine but three’s a party.” She winked at the old man in a way that would make Steve weak if he wasn’t already sitting.

“You ok there, Cap?” Tony said, snapping Steve out of the mystery woman’s trance. “You disappeared for a second.”

“I’m fine.” Steve said, fighting the flush that threatened to spread over his face. He looks out the side of his eye to Bucky, who was smirking at him knowingly. Of course, he knew.

“You know, you saying something about being good got me thinking, Old Gary.” She said, as the man softly played behind her. “A good man is hard to find. Great men are great, bad men are good sometimes too.” She winked to the crowd. “But every girl wants a good man, someone to watch over her.” Old Gary seems to take the cue to start playing her song.

“There's a saying old, says that love is blind. Still we're often told, ‘seek and ye shall find’” She began singing and it made Steve sit up in his seat. She had the kind of voice that was almost beckoning. She was becoming his own personal siren. “So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind”

“She’s a looker, huh?” The server, who introduced herself as Dalia, said as she sat down Bucky’s drink. “Y/N’s the main dish of this place.”

“I think I’m more interested in you, doll.” Bucky flirted, shamelessly.

“And I think I’m more interested in dames, Soldier.” She says, winking to Natasha who smiles coyly at her. Steve hardly pays them any mind as his focus was on you as you finished your song and thanked the crowd and waved while Old Gary helped her off stage.

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You were changing from your stage outfit into your floor outfit when Dalia burst into the locker room.

“Y/N/N, I actually think I might have a chance with Widow. I mean, she’s kinda been ignoring me the whole night but when I mentioned I was into girls she smiled!” Dalia ranted, excitedly as you nodded. You turned your back to her so she’d get the clue to zip you up which she does. “Also, you should’ve seen the way Steve Rogers was watching you sing. He totally wants to hit that.” That makes you perk up a bit.

“I doubt it. I have it under good authority that he hasn’t hit anything in over 70 years. I doubt I’m what he’s been waiting for.” You laugh. “Still, it’s fun to think about.”

Dalia tugs you out of the locker room. “Come on, let's get back out there.”

You sighed before stepping out of the locker room and seemingly out of this century.

You fake laughed with a guest at the bar as you grabbed your tray of drinks and made your way over to the table that had been making you nervous all night. You placed the four whiskey rocks drinks on the tables.

“Courtesy of Dean.” You say, placing the drinks down. Stopping at Tony Stark. “Don’t know why? You seem to be the butter and egg man out tonight.

“Butter and egg?” He asks, looking to Steve and Bucky.

“Means money man, High roller.” Bucky explains, Steve nods.

“Ah, well I am that.” Tony says, laughing. “I must say Miss, what was it? Y/N?” You nod confirming. “I have to say you are quite the performer.”

“Thank you kindly, Mr. Stark. Go ahead, dip your bill.” You say pointing to the drink, Hoping they’d get the hint. They did of course, after seeing Steve and Bucky take a sip. You watch Steve grimace slightly at the taste of the liquor.

“Everything alright, fella?”

You watch Steve flush at the attention being tossed his way. You can’t help the confident smirk that graced your face knowing it was you that had Steve Rogers flustered. “I’m fine, I just don’t enjoy the taste.”

You hum. “Yea, it’s the big cheese’s favorite drink and he’s known for liking it rough.” You wink, somehow making Steve flush more. That made you want to push it more. “I’ve got some corn in the back they call the Y/N because it feels really good when it’s going down.” That makes Steve choke a little and induces a hearty laugh from the group. “Can I get you a glass, Soldier?”

“Y-Yea, I’d like that.” Steve flushes. It was almost fun at this point.

“I’d love to try the real thing.” Bucky says, flirting right back with a smirk you knew has to make every girl in the 40s weak in the knees. You didn’t indulge him though.

“Well, aren’t you a regular cake-eater.” You smirk. “I’ll be back with two glasses.”

“I see the serum didn’t enhance your ability to talk to pretty girls.” Bucky laughs as you want away. Steve can’t help but become a little distracted by the sway of your hips.

The rest of the night seemed to go like that. You bringing them drinks and flirting with the captain anyway you could just to see the pretty flush that spread across his face. But soon the time came for the superheroes to take their leave. As you sat the check in front of Tony, you brushed a hand over the Captain’s shoulder admiring the broadness of them.

“You’ll come back and see me, Sugar?” You say, phrasing it like a question despite it not really being one. Steve nods, dumbfounded by you. You smile and wink at him before walking away.

You’re in the kitchen eating the pizza you had ordered earlier when your manager, Dean comes out of his office for the first time that shift.

“Y/N!” You roll your eyes when you hear him scream your name. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m eating dinner. Something I could’ve done on my break if I ever got one.”

“You know you’re not supposed to be eating anything that couldn’t be made in the 30s. People pay for the illusion and if they see you gorging yourself on pizza, it ruins it.”

“No one’s looking in the fucking kitchen, Dean.”

“Uh-huh, and another thing. You know what kind of songs you’re supposed to sing.” You roll your eyes harder. You knew this argument was coming. “That song is from the 50s and you knew it.”

“None of those bullshit hipsters know who Ella fucking Fitzgerald is!” You yell. “Much less what years her fucking songs came out. That song killed and that’s all that fucking matters.”

“Change your set or you’re fired.”

That makes you laugh in his face. “Uh-huh, as if you’re going to find a singer who’ll work as cheap as me.” You say, brushing past him. “See you tomorrow.”

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Steve comes back to the bar the following week. He tells himself that it’s just for a quick drink but he knew the real reason was because he could not stop thinking about you. He also knew you were probably just being friendly because it’s your job to. He just needed you to reject him so he could go on with his life.

He found himself in that hallway again approaching the woman he had seen last week.

“Evening, Sir.” She says. “Are you lost?”

“Umm.. I have a meeting with Mr. Volstead?” Steve questions, not really recalling the password fully.

The woman hums. “Nice night, no?” She says.

“I prefer the rain.”

The woman sighs. “I’m sorry. I typically would let you in because I don’t really care but technically I’m not supposed to let anyone who doesn’t know the password in… even if they are kinda famous.” She says. “The password changes every week. I’m sure if you ask Mr. Stark, he can find it for you.”

“Oh, no worries. Sorry for wasting your time.” Steve sighs, turning back out the building.

He’s approaching where he parked his bike when he hears a string of expletives being screamed followed with a car stuttering before not starting. He looks over to see a woman angrily get out of her car and lift the hood to see it smoking. The woman lets out another stream of expletives before kicking the tire and leaning her head on the roof of the car, defeated. For some reason, he feels compelled to go over and see how he could help. As he got closer he couldn’t believe his luck, it was you. He tapped you lightly on the shoulder and you turned with the beginnings of tears in your eyes.

“Oh, Soldier!” You said, quickly turning around to wipe your eyes and putting the facade you typically used with customers back up. “I almost got offended when you didn’t come back to see me. Imagine a broad’s old luck.” You said, smiling flirtatiously. Steve didn’t buy that smile for a second. He could see in your eyes you were still upset.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Oh, everything’s swell! This old jalopy has seen better days, gonna drop a dime to a friend hopefully--” You cut yourself off, switching into your normal speaking voice. “Listen, I’m sorry I just can’t keep talking like this off the clock. I’ll drive myself insane. Please, don’t tell my boss. I’m already on thin ice for not ‘maintaining the illusion’.”

Steve laughs, a weight suddenly feeling lifted off his shoulders. Suddenly you weren’t this mysterious woman who seemed to have all the right things to say and how to say them. You were human, just like him. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He says.

“Good.” You say, smiling briefly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve gotta call Triple A for a tow.” You say, pulling your cell phone out. Steve had to admit it looked a little weird to see you with a cellphone in your olden days attire.

“How will you get home?” He asks.

“I’ll probably hoof it.” You shrug. “Or take the subway.”

“At night?!” Steve says, incredulously. “No, I can take you if you’d like.”

You look at him, hopefully. “I don’t want to be a burden.” You say.

“You won’t be one.” He smiles. God, that smile made you feel a little weak.

“Okay.” You smile back.

“Are you hungry by chance?” He asks, as the two of you walk back to his ride. “I was going to eat in the bar but I couldn’t remember the password.” He says, sheepishly.

That makes you laugh out loud. “Those passwords are such bullshit, Dean keeps changing them to keep it ‘exclusive’ but they always end up online anyway.” You say. “Every server has their own password, to keep track of regulars coming in. If you tell them you have a rose delivery for Mae, They’ll take you to my table no questions.”

“Mae?” Steve asks.

“For Mae West.” You explain, That makes Steve laugh again, of course you liked Mae West. “I could eat though. There’s actually a diner right down the road from here.”

“Perfect.” He says, straddling onto his bike. He raises an eyebrow at you when you hesitate. “Something wrong?”

“I’ve never ridden on a bike before is all.”

“As long as you hold on to me, you’ll be fine.” He says, smirking when he sees a flush creep over your face as he hands you his helmet. It was about time for you to be flustered by your interactions.

“I have no problems with that.” You say, placing that helmet on your head after you straddle the bike behind him. Your hands are tight around his waist as the two of you ride out of the lot, leaving Paradise behind.

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goodfish-bowl · 3 years

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Dead to the World

So, I’ve seen that prompt floating around a couple times, the one about Danny waking up at his own funeral, and have decided its mine now.

Can read it here on AO3, or below the cut.

Also, how the heck should I tag this on AO3, I’m still a bit unfamiliar with what tags I’m supposed to use, especially for this, suggestions?

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Snippet 1: Alone

Danny remembered exactly what happened after he tripped inside of the portal. He remembered that moment of whirring electricity before he had felt it. A hum in the air before everything fell apart. When it came, it came in full. It had torn and ripped him apart with such ferocity and animosity you’d think he’d done something to offend it. Well, Danny supposed he had been the one to turn it on. It raced and burned through him, a wicked arch starting in his hand and then spreading to the rest of him, like a limb falling asleep, but also getting set on fire. It tore apart his ability to feel in seconds, or at least it felt like seconds.

Danny’s vision blurred out, unfocused, on anything but white, green, red, and black. He could no longer see. His lungs ceased to function, and his throat felt raw and torn apart, had he been screaming? Danny felt like someone had set him on fire, or one of the ecto-weapons had shot him, except it was his entire body, raw and sensitive. But it also felt like he’d been dumped into a frozen river. His senses were shot, and he could barely feel the pain, that awful boring and numbness and cold, but he could no longer feel himself either. Where were his arms and legs? Was he still standing? He couldn’t feel the ground beneath him at all. There was awful strain in his chest, as something tried to continue working before it gave out.

Then it stopped. He was no longer in pain whatsoever, like he had never been hurt in the first place. His mind cleared up and he could focus on something other than the pain, just for that moment. Hadn’t Tucker and Sam been outside the portal when it turned on? Well, this probably wasn’t the most pleasant thing for them to experience. Wow, Mom and Dad weren’t going to be happy he was messing around in the lab, they’d probably be furious, and Jazz would be a mess, lecturing him after his parents were done fussing over him. He wasn’t looking forward to that at all. He was just hurt, right? He’d come out just fine, and then he’d get the lecture and fussing-over of his life.

The lights and pain were gone now, but Danny still couldn’t feel anything. Maybe he was just in shock? He tried to get up, to let out a weak laugh, and imagine the pain he had experienced away, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t feel his limbs. He wasn’t breathing. Danny so desperately tried to take a breath, to at least get the air into the lungs he could no longer feel. Then he felt something. He felt cold and hollow, and the blackness closed around not just around his sight, but his mind as well. He fought against it as hard as he could, because he knew what was coming. He didn’t want to die. Well, he supposed very few people did. Danny fought and struggled against the darkness with everything he had in him, or whatever was left, but it wasn’t enough. The darkness came, and it devoured him whole.

Daniel Fenton had died, days after his 14th birthday, due to electrocution in his parent’s basement.

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Sam knew she was never going to forget the moment the portal had turned on. She wasn’t going to forget how the darkness and the strange, too-bright, green lighting had reflected off of the white and black hazmat suit Danny had put on before steeping inside. She wasn’t going to forget the expression on Danny’s face as he tripped over some loose wiring on the floor of the portal. He had been surprised, his eyes had widened just a fraction and he had let out a small, a rather unmanly yelp before his hand connected to the wall to steady himself. She wasn’t going to forget how that expression shifted as the portal powered on, humming with electricity like an old appliance before it unleashed all of its fury at once. She wasn’t going to forget how she had called out his name in warning second too late, as the bright green white of the portal had roared to life, blinding her, and only overcome by one noise. Sam wasn’t ever going to forget how Danny shrieked in agony as it reduced him to a smoking corpse, sizzling and twitching in the blackened metal of the portal, within a fraction of a second. The sound was going to echo through her mind and nightmares no matter what she would tell herself. Sam was never going to forget that she was the one who had killed her best friend.

She and Tucker had sat there for minutes, too shocked to move, just waiting. They were waiting for Danny to take an unsteady breath, then laugh, maybe limp his way out. They were waiting for anything. Any indicator that the glue in their friendship was alright. Any indicator that Danny was alive. But he didn’t move, and the twitching stopped seconds after the portal had shut itself off, and the power had gone out, probably causing an outage on the whole block. With a groan, a back-up generator had kicked on, bathing the lab in subtle, blue-green light, turning all the metal in the lab to ice, just like the blood in her veins.

The power going out had been enough to draw attention to the lab from all the Fentons, the remaining ones at least. Sam refused to believe Danny was dead. He couldn’t be. Yeah, he was just knocked out, unconscious. Why wasn’t she going over there to make sure he was ok? Probably because she knew that if she did, she would know for sure that she had killed her best friend.

Jazz was the first one to enter the lab quickly followed by Mr. and Mrs. Fenton. Jazz quickly took in the situation, demanding to her parents to stop whatever they had done to make the power go out, only to find Sam and Tucker frozen in the middle of the lab and Danny d-… passed out in the portal. Jack Fenton was quick to go by his daughter’s side to where Danny lay. Maddie Fenton, on the other hand, quietly asked what had happened.

Something inside Sam broke then. What had happened? It had been so fast; she couldn’t really wrap her head around it. She tried to tell Mrs. Fenton, she really did, but she choked up. She couldn’t say a thing. Sam, who had always been so vocal and outspoken was rendered mute, Danny’s scream echoing between her ears.

Jazz let out a pained cry from the portal, and Danny was gently gathered into his father’s arms. Mr. Fenton looked pale and horrified; Jazz was on the verge of hysterics. Neither expression suited their respective wearer.

Some words were exchanged, but Sam didn’t hear them, only focused on Danny’s limp form in Mr. Fenton’s arms, he looked like he was asleep, if only it weren’t for his ashen skin, and electrical burns covering most of his body revealed where the hazmat suit had been torn off, exposing the blackened skin underneath. Sam could smell his burnt skin and the scent of burnt up electronics from the portal. She did her best to avoid hurling or even associating the two together. It had been all her fault.

At some point, the authorities had been called, and her parents had come to pick her up. She didn’t refuse the hug from her parents as she was loaded into some unbelievably expensive car and toted off back home, a place she always tried to stay away from except as a place to sleep and eat. She didn’t push them away as they embraced her in the living room, whispering sweet nothings to her, as she finally broke and cried out in anguish at what she had done.

Danny had died and it was all her fault.

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Tucker was faring just about as well as Sam was, to be honest, except he never broke down. It probably wasn’t healthy, to keep everything locked up, but all he could see behind the lenses of his glasses was Danny, charred and burnt in his Dad’s arms. He remembered the sound of the portal coming to life as it took Danny’s. He had been fascinated at the time, with all of the technology that the Fentons created, he had wanted to see the impossible machine for himself and had completely disregarded the danger Danny was in as soon as he agreed to Sam’s stupid, stupid dare to go inside the damn thing.

Tucker had electrocuted and burned himself on electronics countless times while messing with his oh-so-precious technology, so he knew how it felt, but just couldn’t imagine what Danny had gone through in his last moments. Electrocution was not a way he wanted to go. But now his best friend, one of the only ones that he actually knew, a friend that wasn’t behind a computer screen, but a physical, tangible person, one he had known for most of his life, was dead.

Tucker looked over at the lonesome PDA sitting on his computer littered desk amongst the trash and miscellaneous tech-parts he had been messing with or intending to mess with after school. He let out a lonesome sigh, unwilling to leave his place in bed to retrieve it, in fact, the thought filled him with disdain. He envied the Fentons’ for their skill in technology, now he wasn’t so sure. The very tech he loved and worshipped so dearly had taken his one tangible friend from him. He wasn’t even sure he could call the people he had met through the internet friends, since he knew practically nothing about them outside of whatever he had connected with them over in the first place.

There was still Sam, he supposed, but he currently wanted nothing to do with her. She probably needed to be alone right now anyway. If she hadn’t dared Danny to go inside, he would still be alive. But yet again, Tucker hadn’t tried to dissuade her or stop Danny from going in in the first place. Yes, he blamed Sam for Danny’s death, but he wasn’t innocent either. He never would’ve gone near it if he hadn’t been so fascinated with the tech required to pierce through entire realities in the first place. He was to blame for Danny’s death too.

Tucker looked at the PDA and assortment of computer parts on his table with a scornful looked, the whirring of the portal powering up overcoming any sense of self-doubt he had in what he was about to do. He mustered up the will and half-dragged himself to his desk, glancing over every detail of his beloved collection and part of his contribution to the future as a “techno geek”. He pulled the trashcan out from under his desk and with a sweep of his arm, cleared the entire desk inside. Something broke in the bin, but he refused to even acknowledge it. For the first time in ages, he saw the clean surface of his desk. His heart panged at what he had done, but it didn’t last for long. Tech could always be replaced, people couldn’t. Tucker unlocked his door, set the full trashcan right outside for his mom to find, then closed and relocked the door. He trudged back into bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. After a moment, he took off his beanie and glasses, setting them on his nightstand.

Tucker had no idea where he was supposed to go from here. Should he cry, break down, trash his room? Instead, he just felt hollow, and he refused to seek comfort in the online discourse and disconnect from everything around him like he always did. He refused to do anything, even think. He just sat there, empty and hollow, blank and empty like a wiped hard drive. Tucker didn’t know how he was supposed to mourn his best friend, he didn’t know if he could. He didn’t know if he would ever find anything, he could use to fix himself. Computers could be fixed and modified to work how someone wanted them to, but not people.

Electronics were replaceable, but people weren’t, and that fact left Tucker hollow.

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Daniel James Fenton’s funeral was planned three days after his death. His body had been whisked off to the morgue while his family desperately tried to figure out what had happened. Madeline Fenton had tried to get either of the kids to tell her, but both had been practically catatonic with shock, they had witnessed it, after all. Maddie was near hysterics herself, but she couldn’t yet. She had to make sure her boy got a proper burial first, then she could break down. She had three days.

Jack had wanted to have Danny cremated, but Maddie had vehemently refused. It was a tradition in his family line, not hers. She wanted to have a grave she could visit and mourn over. The funeral was a simple one, just friends and family, no matter how hard the news reporters pushed to come.

That had been another thing Maddie had to deal with, the news. It wasn’t every day a boy as young as Danny died in such a tragic way, and journalists did love tragedies. They had been getting so much unwanted criticism lately. A more opinionate journalist claimed it was their fault Danny had died in the lab because they had failed to put proper safety measures in place to prevent this sort of thing from happening. Another journalist questioned their decision to have a lab in general, claiming that the “science” they did was bogus, and if they really needed a lab, they should’ve rented a warehouse or office, away from the home and their children.

Maddie refused to admit to herself that they were right and moving the lab had been a frequent argument between her and Jack. It was a decision between safety and leaving the kids home alone. A warehouse would’ve also given them much more space to work with rather than the cramped basement. But that decision had been made for them, Maddie and Jack no longer had any disagreements about what was going to happen concerning the lab.

It had been a long and solemn conversation between her and Jack, but they decided the lab had to go, completely. Their science had not only taken their son from them but had also taken away most of the time they should’ve used raising their children. Maddie regretted it deeply that she hadn’t spent as much time with Danny as she should’ve, more fixated on her work rather than her children. Jack and Maddie had decided together that they were dismantling the lab and the portal along with it. They were giving up their search for ghosts, then searching for new jobs to supplement the income they earned from their numerous patents. They were no longer going to be ghost hunters, just the Fentons.

The funeral was closed casket, held in one of the smaller halls Amity had available to rent. Collapsible chairs were lined up in neat rows, parted in the middle, enough to seat 50, but only half were actually being used. Maddie had invited both Sam and Tuckers families, and then the little family she and Jack had left. Alicia, Maddie’s sister, had booked a flight as soon as the news reached her. Jack’s family was unsurprisingly unreachable as always. But what had been surprising was when an old college friend of theirs, Vlad Masters, had reached out to them and offered to come. Vlad had come up with a fortune since their college days and had snatched away most of the bills for the funeral, even helping her plan.

When people began to arrive, everyone was dressed in black, apart from one person. Sam Manson was in blue. She wore a long, deep navy dress, the bottom decorated with silver rhinestones, making the bottom half resemble the night sky Danny had loved enough to reach for. Tucker was dressed in black, beanie missing. He wasn’t wearing or carrying a singular piece of technology that day, no matter how much he used to cling to it. Their families seemed to fade into the background, taking seats a row back with Alicia, while the Fentons, Sam, Tucker, and Vlad Masters sat in the first row.

The casket Maddie had managed to find for Danny was a simple one, but that was enough. It was made of a simple oak, strong enough to withstand the tests of time, meaning it wouldn’t collapse when buried underground. The inside was a soft, silky, black cloth, padded as much as any cot or thin mattress could be. Maddie didn’t have the wits at the moment to be incredibly picky, but she still wanted to get something of quality. Inside, Danny had been changed out of the burned hazmat suit into something else. Maddie had given the morticians in his favorite outfit, his NASA hoodie and a torn up pair of jeans. Jazz had been the one to joke about how Danny would be buried in that hoodie, and now he was. A colorful array of flowers in a variety of cool colors was piled up on top of the casket and around it, courtesy of Vlad, who had ordered the massive arrangement only a day prior, and had it rushed at a massive fee.

Another five minutes after everyone settled down, it was time to begin. Maddie pulled herself out of her chair and steeled herself. She could do this. It had been three days, and she only had to get through this, then she could grieve herself. Maddie walked up to the mic stand and began the funeral.

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After the black was gone, there was green. Danny didn’t know where he was, he wasn’t sure if he was really any place at all. It was green, and that green flowed through him like he wasn’t even there. But he could feel it, it was the only thing he could feel outside of his own thoughts, which were convoluted and confused, too many questions, so he preferred not to think. It poured over him like water, swirled inside of him for a moment, then left on its merry way. He couldn’t speak, and he didn’t have arms or legs, he was just a speck of dust in the wind, a small green blob amongst the rest of the green, given eyes to see and nothing else.

Danny, (if he was Danny, he couldn’t remember), floated through the green, wandering through it, a small sense of wonder and curiosity being his only motivation. The green swirled in the distance, forming endless spirals and twists in a continuous pattern Danny would never have been able to replicate on paper. There were occasional masses of black, islands that seemed to disobey all laws of physics as they sat suspended in space. Sometimes there were building on them, and sometimes there were people too. They were odd beings, with strangely colored skin and weird clothes, some looked human while others didn’t. They usually ignored him or couldn’t see him as he wandered about the endless expanse of green before him.

One place looked like a medieval kingdom, peasants going about their daily business, living(?) lives that seemed absolutely miserable. The low lived in filth, toiling away while barely reaping any reward for their labor, suffering, and existing for no other purpose than to be taken advantage of. There were knights and nobles here too, but they only took from the peasants before returning to the great castle that took up most of this floating island. The castle was lavish, covered in draconic symbols and displays of power. Danny didn’t dare go near the throne, only peaked through to see a cruel king on a cruel throne. He wandered through the castle a bit more, finding small nooks and crannies to explore, not tiring as he went. Up in the tallest tower, there was a woman, or at least she looked like a woman, peering down on the miserable little village just outside the wall of the great and terrible castle. She looked just as miserable as the peasants, if not more. She looked a bit like the cruel king, but she was kind, and also locked away. She was sad. He floated around her for a bit, and she looked at him, not through him. He revealed in the fact that someone(?) could see him, and she gave a small smile at his joy, poking him with a finger.

“Thank you, little one, but I think you have a better place to be than here,” she said. Danny didn’t know, but he decided she was probably right. He had somewhere he was supposed to be going, so he left the kingdom with its miserable peasants, cruel king, and sad princess behind.

Another island(?) was covered with forestry, and a river running through it. Some strange animal-like creatures wandered through there, some regarding him passively before leaving. But they were afraid, and it seemed like they had every right to be. Moments after, a large, metal man came bursting through the tree, equipped with all sorts of blasters and rockets, pursuing the animals with a lustful, gleeful fury. Danny decided to hide, slipping easily into small crannies and under bushes, away from the eyes of the hunter. He didn’t dare go near the large skull-like structure at the peak of the island, it gave him a bad feeling. He left that island without discovering much more than that it was a scary, bad place to be, and that it wasn’t where he was supposed to be going.

The final place he went through was a library, large enough that it became its own labyrinth, full of so many books their titles blurred together in his mind. There were so many books, some looked fresh off the press while others looked like they had been saved seconds from turning to ashes, or barely kept from turning to dust, tomes snatched away seconds before their destruction. (Jazz would’ve loved this place). He didn’t care to try and read one of the many books that were splayed open across the numerous library tables. He couldn’t seem to grasp the words for more than a few seconds before they slipped carelessly from his mind. There was only one person(?) in the entire library, mumbling incoherently as he typed away on a strange keyboard, the words themselves incomprehensible, or in some other language Danny didn’t understand. They didn’t acknowledge him, but they knew he was there, since the writer gave him half a glance, then huffed and returned to his writing. The library seemed to be so lonely, full of knowledge yet no one to read it, only the writer who continued to make books without anyone there to take in the story. Danny left this place too, because he felt like this wasn’t the place he was supposed to be going.

There, Danny decided, that’s where he was supposed to be going. Large, black gears floated haphazardly around the green, surrounding what seemed to be a clock tower. A large pendulum, like a grandfather clock, swung lethargically in the center of it, internal gears visible through the glass. A large set of wooden doors were open just wide enough for him to slip through, so he did. The inside matched the outside perfectly, exposed gears working walls and barriers in-between spaces, with a set of stairs ascending to somewhere above. Clocks covered every available wall space, clocks ticking seemingly at random, some fast some slow, others broken and not moving at all. There were screens too, shows places Danny didn’t recognize and scenes he couldn’t make sense of.

“It seems you’ve found the place you’re supposed to be, Danny,” the being said.

They were blue with solid red eyes, a large scar going across the right one. A purple cloak covered his(?) shoulders and he lacked feet, a trailing tail taking their place. His chest was the inside of a grandfather clock, the pendulum swinging away as if it wasn’t part of a person. The being carried a staff of sorts, the top pronging out into a crescent with something that looked like a stopwatch suspended in the middle. Danny didn’t know how he knew his name, (if his name was, in fact, ‘Danny’), but that meant he was in the right place. He wasn’t scared of this being either, he knew he would’ve hurt him. He was supposed to be here after all.

“Now let's get you home,” he hummed, taking Danny from the air and cupping him in his hands.

Danny was brought over to a green circle, it swirled more definitely than the green outside. It went someplace. Danny looked up at the being, who smiled down at him reassuringly. He was given a small toss and thrown through the green disk, vanishing within it.

“All is as it should be.”

And then the green was replaced with black once more.

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Danny’s bloodless body rested beneath the cool, dark wood, engulfed in dark the dark, silky cloth that made up the interior of the casket, hidden away from the world. He had become a pale, hollow vessel, void of life in any form. And then he wasn’t.

A small green entity emerged from a portal no bigger than a fist, directly into Danny’s chest cavity, then froze solid, right next to what had once been his heart. It shifted from a small green blob to a crystalline structure, emitting a soft light that would’ve been visibly through the skin, then it seeped out green.

The green slowly filed out what had once been veins, turning what had been red into green, fixing things as it spread. Burns and scars faded away, melting to the skin until they were barely visible lines, only seen when inspected closely. It flooded muscles that had since ceased up and massaged them back into working condition. A finger twitched. The green went upwards, preserving the mind and all the memories it once and will hold. It fixed and reconnected nerves that had been severed and damaged, restoring feeling to every part of the body. And then, once everything else was as it was supposed to be, the green seized his heart, flooding it with a burst of energy. Danny’s heart burst to life once more, as if it hadn’t stopped beating in three days.

Danny’s eyes burst wide open, still alight with green energy as he gasped in musty, still air. He gasped and panted, reclaiming feeling over his own body, confused and disoriented. He glanced around in a panic, who turned out the lights!? After catching his breath, nose wrinkling at the odd smell of his surroundings, Danny reached out an arm, only to hit something solid inches from his nose. He tried a different direction, only to be met with the same result. He was boxed in.

Danny couldn’t remember how he got here, the last thing he remembered was… He thought for a moment. The last thing he remembered was stepping into the portal, then pain, and then green. The first event was perfectly clear in his mind. Sam had dared him to go check it out, and he had, only to trip, and then the portal had turned on. He… he had gotten hurt really bad… right? And the memory of green must’ve come from the inside of the portal… His mind throbbed in exhaustion and pain, unable to make sense of his situation or the hazy memories between then and now. Why was he lying down in a box?

Danny pushed upwards, but the top wouldn’t budge. There was barely enough room inside for him to fit, he couldn’t properly attempt to lift it. Was Jazz sitting on top of it or something? Was this a prank for passing out in the portal? Didn’t Sam and Tucker know he could suffocate in here?!

Danny began to pound on the surface and cry out for help. His voice was course and his throat dry, causing him to cough as soon as he tried to cry out. Why was he so thirsty? Did he sleep with his mouth open or something? Despite the pain, he continued to cry out, pounding weakly on the lid for help. He couldn’t hear anything outside of the box, not even a snicker, and hopelessly wondered if they could hear him.

Suddenly the lid of the box lifted, or at least half of it was, and Danny was blinded by the light that assaulted his eyes. Strong, unfamiliar hands lifted him into a sitting position while his eyes slowly readjusted, wincing as his stiff legs and body were forced to move, it felt like he had cramps everywhere. The green flickered away from his eyes as the lights from the ceiling slowly filtered in and Danny saw a small crowd of people, most he recognized, one he didn’t, the man who pulled him out of the dark box. Danny’s mind could barely make sense of what he was seeing. The looks he was getting from his friends and family, horrified, confused, shock, awe didn’t make sense in his tired and exhausted state. He didn’t like what his mind concluded, somehow making much less sense than any prank he could’ve imaged.

Daniel Fenton had woken up at his own funeral.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #maddie fenton #clockwork #goodfish writes #help me i don't know what i'm doing #might've put a bit much angst in there but it be like that #fanfic

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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morbidly-malicious-muffins · 4 years

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What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪

This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.

Bring forth the bop~

RZ Michael Myers

"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot

I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.

He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.

The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.

Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.

This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.

He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.

Freddy Krueger

"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC

Freddy listens to classic rock, period.

This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.

He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.

As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.

Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.

(Basic bitch)

*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*

OG Michael Myers

He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.

Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.

Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.

I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)

#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie

#RetirementGoals

He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.

Bubba Sawyer

Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.

Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't

Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.

Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.

But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*

He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.

50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.

*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*

I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

Thomas Hewitt

"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse

Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.

siKE

(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)

Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)

He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.

Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.

The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.

He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.

Tommy is emotional boi 🥺

Brahms Heelshire

C l a s s i c a l

No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.

Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)

But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.

*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*

(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)

Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.

Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.

"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"

*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*

Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)

Vincent Sinclair

He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.

I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.

*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*

You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)

I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.

On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.

Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.

He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*

*KI KI KI MA MA MA*

Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.

*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*

A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.

Bo Sinclair

"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)

Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.

He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.

Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.

A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)

He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.

Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.

He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.

Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.

He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.

Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.

Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊

I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷‍♀️

Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗

---Zali 🖤

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l8rhader · 3 years

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DIRECTOR'S COMMENTARY ON: Your favorite pop culture reference in any of your works you don't think anyone got?

Ooooh I love this question! I have a couple, though.

Instead, Richie found himself staring at the TV until Saturday Night Live came on. Knowing that the pretty blonde girl from ...Married With Children was hosting, he’d left it on, hoping for anything to take his mind off of everything else. As he drifted off, to the soft jazz sounds of the goodnights, he had a very strange but pleasant dream of himself and Eddie packing it all in and moving through the country in a van. Weird.

Sometimes, I put pop culture references in to use as a specific timestamp for my fics. So, this one, specifically, dates this moment in the fic as May 8, 1993. It's helpful because it does give you a good benchmark for the passage of time. [You Can Change Right Next To Me, Chapter 8]

ALSO, because I do write a lot of aus, especially movie/music inspired crossovers, sometimes, I'll have them mention going to a movie or whatever and use it as a plot device because it's like, you know what, my mental health cannot have me coming up with a whole ass My Girl AU because "He can't see without his glasses on! Put his glasses on!" but you know what I can do? Work it in as an innocent first date for them and have them come out of the movie theatre like what the fuck that's not a funny movie!!

“He was allergic to bees,” the dad answered. And chocolate. And cashews. And cats. And ragweed. And soy. And Penicillin. The mental list in Richie’s mind started to roll and he shook it away. It was just a movie. Just a movie. The little boy wasn't Eddie, despite the slight similarities and his own panic.

The little girl’s brow furrowed. “He’s okay, isn’t he?”

Eddie pressed his face into Richie’s chest. He couldn’t watch. “There were just too many of them.” Eddie was nearly killed. In the back of his mind, Richie was sucked back to the summer of 1989, the rotten, crumbling floorboards of that fucking house on Neibolt street beneath him, trying his best to get Eddie out. If he couldn’t get him out, he was going down fighting because if Eddie wasn’t leaving that house alive, neither was Richie. He’d begged for Eddie to look at him because he couldn’t imagine the last thing Eddie saw being Pennywise. He wouldn’t let that happen. Fighting with Bill on the street that day felt like the one thing that had to happen. It had to. He was so scared and he couldn’t take it out on the clown. Bill was the next best thing. Bill had dragged them down there. They were all there for him. He couldn’t imagine what he would have done if Eddie had died that day. He didn’t want to think about it. Instead, he dug his fingertips into Eddie’s shirt, pulling him as tightly to him as he could manage.

They were both too wrapped up in the movie now to go back to ignoring it. Eddie’s tears left wet marks on Richie’s shirt where his cheek was pressed to his chest. Richie had kicked up the armrest on Eddie’s other side so they could lay like they were on one of their couches. As the little boy’s funeral came around, Richie shifted, looking for the little girl. When she slowly started to make her way down the stairs to the parlor, Eddie whimpered.

“Wanna go tree climbing, Thomas J?” she asked, nearly climbing into the coffin with her best friend. “His face hurts! And where are his glasses? Put his glasses on!” She dissolved into sobs, leaving both of the young men in hysterics. Richie laced his hands into the back of Eddie’s shirt and tried not to insert himself into the movie. “He can’t see without his glasses.” Eddie, on the other hand, was succinctly wrecked. He hadn’t quite had the immediate fear of Richie’s death put into his head, but he still knew just how close they’d come to this being one of them, what felt like a lifetime ago.

And things like that are some of my favorite ways to work in a pop culture reference because it's a good way of using something familiar to hammer home an emotion without having them have a really heavyhanded conversation. A conversation about those fears that have been there so long would have probably come out like an afternoon special if they'd had that conversation. Plus, at 15/16ish, neither of them would have been having that conversation unprompted, but when, later, they're talking about why they were crying so hard, you have that "He was allergic to bees" to call back to and realize that Richie knows all of Eddie's allergies by heart and the near-death experience of your childhood best friend and if you know My Girl, you have that second layer of emotion to guide where the pain is coming from. [Feeling Like I've Missed You All This Time, Chapter 4]

But, sometimes, it's just something offhand that I sit there and smile like an idiot when I write because it's just so perfect. like the comment about Richie being disappointed that he couldn't make jokes about Lance Bass's Ass being out of this world.

Eddie was quiet for a moment. He thought it over, knowing that Richie meant it. “But wasn’t one of them going to be an astronaut? He had to be-”

Nodding evenly, Richie answered, “Yeah. I was disappointed I wasn’t going to get to mention that his ass was out of this world. Not that I had anyone to talk to about it.” It was a quiet, lonely thought. But Richie didn’t much care. It didn’t matter anymore.

“Rich-”

Especially in that context, it's a little more like an in-joke with myself because I WAS the boyband girl when I was younger, but like... This one clicked so well when I was writing it, I felt like I just had to stop and pat myself on the back for the setting. Like, even Repression Era Richie had some Real Richie in him and like, I think that specific joke is something that is just... It's so telling that that's like 100% something he'd have said to Eddie at 15 for sitting on a rocket popsicle, or at 40 because Newly Out Eddie is getting adventurous and got a pair of underwear that has all of the planets on and Richie would not have been Richie if his boyfriend was going to /space/ and he didn't make at least one joke like that, but he didn't have anyone to make that joke to. That wasn't his world. And that's why it would never have worked, no matter how self-conscious Eddie gets about it because like... Richie may have loved Lance (or something) but Eddie is Eddie. I think, sometimes, it's fun to have a useful way to highlight that contrast, especially with a character like Richie. [Show Our Dedication]

To be honest, one of the reasons I think I love writing for It more than any other fandom I've been in is because I get to flex those nostalgia muscles that are all things that have been living in my head since I was way too young to be watching TRL and E!, you know? Like, I'm a little younger than the Losers, but my siblings are all right around the same age so, if any of you have older siblings, you know about the trickle-down pop culture knowledge, the ambient stuff that you know you're too young to remember but you DO and then you think about it and it's like oh... yeah. That's because my brother used to watch that, so even though I wasn't "watching" it was on in the background. Or, yeah, I'm a little young for this to be my specific memory of this videogame, but we were broke so my sister's old genesis was the one console i had until i got a used ps2 years and years after it was relevant. Like, I'm the baby in my generation of the family, plus, my parents are on the older side, so I have a lot of weird knowledge and memories that it's like "well why did you see the first scream movie in theatres. ditto to titanic." "because my sister that lived with us the longest was born in 1980, so my mom took her and i was just kind of... there."

Plus, I'm just generally fascinated by pop culture and it's effect on people and the times, so i tend to try to diffuse that into my writing because i want people to have that kind of visceral response to my writing, where it all feels very rounded and homey.

#reddie #stephen king's it #it 2017 #it 2019 #you can change right next to me #feeling like i've missed you all this time #notalone91 #show our dedication

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Iwaizumi in Bad Day Surprises

OMG LOVE. THIS IS SO BIG-BRAIN, I LOVE THIS. I hope you enjoy this @scrappydaisies 😘

Word count: ~1.7k

BOKUTO

⭐ It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, went wrong

⭐ You woke up late, missing breakfast as you ran to work, awkwardly putting on your jacket as you sprinted

⭐ When you got to work, you hadn’t printed your proposal and notes, so you ran late for the meeting because of it

⭐ To top it off, you forgot you had a meeting with your supervisor to discuss a potential raise

⭐ (Yikes)

⭐ Of course, you not only forgot your lunch, you’d forgotten your wallet so you couldn’t even buy food!

⭐ Just a whole-ass series of unfortunate events 😔

⭐ Normally, you’d go bother Akaashi - one of your coworkers’ & the reason you had met Bokuto - but he was out with the flu so you didn’t want to bother him

⭐ You also would have texted Bokuto an SOS, BUT of course, he was out traveling for a match so there was no help there

⭐ So, you found yourself fuming at your desk, asking yourself and all possible deities out there on why you had such bad karma, angrily vent-texting Bokuto

⭐ Though he was preoccupied and not reading/responding to your texts, you felt a bit better getting it out of your system

⭐ One of your other coworkers noticed the predicament that you were in, and ended up buying you food

⭐ As you made your way home, you pull out your phone again to see that Bokuto had left you on read

⭐ Well okay then

⭐ It’s not like that hurt or anything

⭐ (it 100% did but what else could go wrong, y’know?)

⭐ Bokuto wasn’t supposed to be back for a few days because work

⭐ But that didn’t stop you from opening the door and calling “I’m home!” to an empty house

⭐ Leading to you laughing at yourself...which eventually became hysterical...and soon enough, you were standing in the hallway sobbing

⭐ “Babe?”

⭐ Your brain short-circuits

⭐ “K-kou?!” you sniff

⭐ You were a complete wreck by now. Like, your entire face was hot, the tears would not stop, you were snotty as heck

⭐ Your boyfriend appears in the doorway, his eyes wide at your face before he rushes at you

⭐ “What’s wrong pretty one?” he asks, “is it because of your day?”

⭐ (ngl imagining Bokuto calling you ‘pretty one’ made my heart skip a beat)

⭐ “Kou!” you sob, burying your face into his chest. “Today was honestly the worst day of my life”

⭐ He just rubs your back soothingly, murmuring soft declarations of love and comfort

⭐ You pull back, wiping your nose on your sleeve

⭐ “Wait, what are you doing here?”

⭐ “Oh right! C’mere”

⭐ Bokuto takes your hand gently, leading you towards the living room

⭐ He had taken the time to construct a massive blanket fort there, golden fairy lights everywhere. The TV was already on with your favorite movie queued, and bags of your favorite takeout were there

⭐ Bokuto scratched at the back of his neck. “I knew you were having a really rough day, and I got back early so I figured you’d like this surprise”

⭐ Of course, you start crying again and Bokuto’s freaking out like OML WHAT DO I EVEN DO

⭐ He thought he broke you, the poor bby

⭐ You’re just shaking your head, crying and you’re just like “I just love you so much, why the heck are you so thoughtful”

⭐ He panics and is like, “why don’t we get you outta this and we can start watching some movies, yeah?’

⭐ And you’re like nodding (you’re still crying lmao) as you drag your feet to the bathroom to freshen up, change, and rejoin your mans in the living room

⭐ “You’re literally the best, you know that?” you sniffle as you re-enter

⭐ Bokuto flashes you a grin, opening his arms as he waits for you to crawl into them

⭐ “I’m so lucky to have you” you mutter, burying your face once more

⭐ “Oh baby, I think I’m lucky to have you” he says as he chuckles, rubbing your back and peppering kisses onto your face

⭐ But in general, Bokuto will randomly surprise you with food, snacks, spontaneous things whenever you’re having a bad day because spontaneity is fun as heck!

TSUKISHIMA

⭐ You and Tsukki met when you guys were in the same class

⭐ Your teacher had separated him from Yams because they kept talking (SMACK)

⭐ Little did he know that by moving Tsukishima to sit behind you, you’d end up dating!

⭐ It started when you were jamming out to music and straight vibing

⭐ He was kinda intrigued, the boy thought you were cute but he didn’t want to vocalise it because he’s such a kuudere istg

⭐ It was Yams who started talking to you, which encouraged Tsukki to do so as well!

⭐ SUCCESS

⭐ Anyways, y’all start dating and all that jazz

⭐ One day, you come into school lookin like a wreck. A complete mess

⭐ You had pulled an all-nighter in order to finish a paper you were really struggling with

⭐ Like, you had been working on it all. week. and you STILL needed that extra 8 hours to work on it

⭐ And as you were leaving the house this morning, your parents were yelling at you for grades or something, so in general you were in a bad mood

⭐ To top it all off, your headphones had decided to die while you were walking to class, so you didn’t even have the comfort of music to help you

⭐ You were ranting the entirety of lunch, with Yams interjecting with some words of comfort as Tsukishima just silently listened and provided you soft touches to let you know that he was there

⭐ He really wasn’t the type to talk much, especially in public. BUT he was definitely very expressive behind closed doors

⭐ So, once school ends, you head home and just collapse onto your bed - dead to the world

⭐ You woke up because your phone started ringing

⭐ In your haste to fall asleep, it somehow ended up stuck to your face LOL

⭐ You pick it up, groggy as heck

⭐ “Hullo?”

⭐ “Can you open the door?”

⭐ “Kei?!”

⭐ You stand up suddenly, falling onto the floor as the sudden blood-rush made you lighte-headed

⭐ “Did you just fall?” he asked, snickering slightly

⭐ “Shut up” you scowl as you slowly get your bearings and make your way to the door, hanging up in the process

⭐ “What are you doing here?” you ask, rubbing your eye with your knuckles as you stare up at your boyfriend

⭐ “Am I not allowed to visit you?” he quipped back, a pink flush on his cheeks. “I have something for you”

⭐ You step back, letting him into the house. “You didn’t have to, I’m sure you’re tired after practice”

⭐ “Shut up, I wanted to”

⭐ You guys make your way to your room

⭐ Tsukishima sits at your desk, unzipping his volleyball bag and pulling out a box. “Here.” he says, passing it to you

⭐ Your eyes widen. “Kei! You really didn’t have to”

⭐ He had gotten you some fancy, noise-cancelling headphones

⭐ (Personally, they’d be AirPods but y’know, it’s whatever y’all prefer!)

⭐ “I know you were having a rough day, and music always makes it better for you so just take it,” he scowled, hiding the red roses on his cheeks

⭐ You grin, putting it down gently before you throw yourself onto him. “Thank you, thank you so much”

⭐ “You’re welcome.” He coughs awkwardly

⭐ Pulling back, you eye his face as he fiddles with his hands.

⭐ “Do you...maybe wanna cuddle or something?” you smirk

⭐ “Shut up..maybe”

⭐ “C’mon then”

⭐ Anyways, if it wasn’t obvious, Tsukki is the type that will hold you and listen to you rant

IWAIZUMI

⭐ Ugh, college-life woes

⭐ You and Iwa lived together in an apartment. Y’all have been dating for a cool min now

⭐ But the problem of adult life!!

⭐ Y’all just don’t have time for one another

⭐ Or, not as much as you’d like

⭐ Iwa’s busy with his classes and internship

⭐ (Not to mention working out because c’mon this man never stops the grind)

⭐ Like this man is working HARD for his future!!!

⭐ You’re busy finishing up your own final projects and working too

⭐ Y’all basically only see each other for a few minutes every night when you’re laying in bed, updating each other about your day’s before you KO

⭐ SO, when you come home after a really stressful week of late-nights, little sleep, one-meal a day type of situation, you were pleasantly surprised to find your boo at home

⭐ Not to mention, there were candles out, a bottle of wine on the table, and plates of your favorite meal

⭐ HOME-COOKED BECAUSE THIS MAN IS THE PERFECT PACKAGE OK

⭐ “What is this?”

⭐ He looks up, grinning. “Well, I know that someone hasn’t been able to take care of themselves this week, so I decided to take the night off and spend time with them”

⭐ Iwaizumi comes around you, guiding you to the table by the small of your back

⭐ Pulling out the chair, letting you sit before he pushes it in

⭐ “You’re spoiling me Haji” you muse as he pours you a glass of wine

⭐ “Well if you won’t do it, then I will” he shrugs. “Cheers baby” he lifts his own glass, waiting for you to tap yours against his

⭐ If you thought that was the surprise, YOU WERE MISTAKEN

⭐ BECAUSE THERE WAS MOREEE

⭐ He decided to go ALL-OUT with the romance

⭐ After you guys finish dinner, he leads you up to the bathroom where there were unlit candles, and a BATH BOMB

⭐ TBH, I’m imagining LUSH’s Sex Bomb bath-bomb, but it’s whatever you prefer!

⭐ Just know that he added extra petals into the bath just for you

⭐ (you always complain that there weren’t enough lmao)

⭐ He draws the bath and lights the candles as you strip and get ready to shower

⭐ This man is out here washing your hair, soaping you up

⭐ All that wholesome goodness 💘

⭐ He even carries you into the bath!!

⭐ After you’re situated, he brings you the wine glasses and a tablet so y’all can watch a movie or catch up to whatever anime y’all are watching together as he slips into the bath behind you

⭐ All in all, he goes ALL OUT when it comes to spoiling you (he’s a romantic at heart) and honestly, you just need to cuff this man A.S.A.P.

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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I’ll Never Let You Go (Part 2)

Part 1

Synopsys: It’s finally time for the Reader to meet Tom’s parents, but things sometimes don’t work like people hope they would. And sometimes the only answer is heartbreak.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Genre: angst, still going strong, ma dudes

Warnings: like one swearword :D

Word count: 1972

The whole ride back to London, Tom was quiet. Usually, even when he and Y/N got into a huge fight, he’d vent to Harrison and ask for advice on how to make things better. But not this time. Now, staring at the rain trailing down the window to darkness, he was simply empty. There was nothing inside. He was just a hollow shell of a person he once was, having left everything with Y/N. Harrison kept glancing over at his best friend every three minutes or so, and with every passing second, he grew more and more worried. Had Y/N and he had rows before? Of course, which couple didn't. There had even been a time they’d almost broken up; the girl didn’t speak to the actor for almost three days before both got their heads out of their asses and worked things through, crying in each other's shoulders and making up. But this, whatever it was that happened, seemed to stem from something deeper. “Mate,” Harrison spoke up and had to clear his voice. It sounded intrusive even with the radio filling the silence of the car. “Tell me what the bloody hell is going on, cause you two… it’s never been this bad…” Tom kept staring out the window. It was like he wasn’t even in the vehicle with Harrison. “Mate…” Maybe he should’ve left it alone, maybe he should’ve let Tom stay silent and off in his own world because now all he could see were the street lights reflecting off of the new tears rolling down Tom’s cheeks.

“She broke up with me,” it was defeat, simple as that. "This time for real,” a violent hiccup interrupted the thought train, “and I know I said to her I wouldn’t let it end there, not like that. But fucking hell… I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to make it better. If I can make it better. Y/N- she-she- when I kissed her, it was like all the fire had died out. I could feel it. It was like she didn’t want to fight anymore, had no more strength. And I’m so scared because I don't know how to save something that’s crashing and burning, but I love her so much and I don’t know what to do. And it’s so bad. So so bad.” Tom was in full-blown hysterics now, so Harrison, ever the concerned friend, pulled off the highway and off to the side, parking the car on some gravel side, leaving only the headlights on. The rain fell heavier every second and was almost mimicking his best friend’s cries. “I- I still don’t understand what happened that made you two split so suddenly. Didn’t you just take her to meet your parents?” The brunet’s whole body shook, his shoulders shuddering with each ragged breath he took, a bitter laugh accompanying the last one. Red eyes turned to look at Harrison, the gaze filled with anger and sadness. “That’s exactly why.” “I’m confused.” For a second Tom debated leaving it at that. He could simply not give an explanation, for the memory was raw and painful, but most of all he was ashamed. Ashamed of the fact his own parents could say, that such a small thing was a valid reason for the two to break up. They must have been blind if they didn’t see how much Y/N cared for him and the boy for her. Yes, she didn’t like being in the spotlight, but that was not her job. It was his. And both of them were happy with their predicament. When their relationship had started out, it had been her idea to keep it on the down low. “I don’t want people to think I’m in it for the fame or money,” her voice had been a whisper in the dark, as Tom’s body curled around her, both of them struggling to sleep comfortably in her dorm room's single size bed. “I want to make a name for myself, not be recognized as Spider-man’s girl. I know it soun-“ But he interrupted Y/N with a kiss to her lips. “I understand, and you don’t have to explain anything to me. We’ll keep it between us and only us for as long as you want.” And they had. For two years, only the pair and their closest friends knew about the relationship. Admittedly Tom had met Y/N’s parents much faster than she had met hers. They had decided to surprise the girl at Uni, only to find the two of them cuddled up on the sofa, but they absolutely adored the pair. Which could not be said about Tom’s parents and their thoughts on the relationship. “They said they didn’t think she's the right one for me,” Tom sniffled and wiped away the tears with the sleeve of his sweater. Harrison’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead. “Why? What happened?” He was in just as much shock as everyone else, because during those two years he’d never seen Tom happier. So, the fact Dominic and Nikki- two of the most welcoming and kindhearted people Harrison had had the pleasure of knowing- would so blatantly say things like that, without double checking who was listening, was astounding. True, telling Tom even in private wouldn’t have been nice, but it was the fact they were so openly admitting it, that surprised Harrison. “They said she’s not cut out for my lifestyle,” Tom scoffed at that, “said she wouldn’t be able to handle it. And- and Y/N heard it. She ran out. I don’t blame her, honestly. I would have done the same, but… I just don’t get it. While we were having dinner, everything was going great. At least I thought it was. Dad was constantly laughing at her jokes and they both seemed genuinely interested in Y/N and what she was doing, how her life at Uni was and all that jazz.” Tom hit his head back against the seat. “But I guess all of that was an act.” Harrison was speechless. Never in a million years did he think Y/N and Tom would break up. Sure, they had their fights, but they always resolved whatever the issue was. It was almost sickening how much PDA there would be after Y/N forgave Tom for something or the other way around. Like to the point, she once came to the set of ‘Spider-man: Homecoming’ and Tom had been complaining about needing a bathroom break for the last ten minutes, but right as Y/N had shown up, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to the trailer. Harrison had found them fast asleep and cuddling. Tom had actually met Y/N through Harrison. She had been invited to one the parties both boys hosted at their apartment but seeing how the nightlife scene had never been her style, Harrison had practically begged for her to come. “I never see you anymore. You’re always studying and I’m doing some other shit.” Her joyous laughter rang through the phone. “Because that’s called having a life and a career, Haz. Besides, we just saw one another a month ago, so it hasn’t been that long. Don’t make it sound like a Greek tragedy.” The blue-eyed man dramatically groaned and plopped down onto the couch. “The last time we actually caught up was during the post-production of the shoot. And that was almost quarter of a year ago. I wanna spend time with my friend!” “Oh, stop pouting!” Y/N could imagine how Harrison jutted out the bottom lip, pouting at what the girl was saying. “No.” “You're such a baby, Haz.” “And you're a prude.” “Drama queen.” “Traitor.” “Soccer is the dumbest sport ever created.” “Harry Potter sucks.” A silence filled the line before Y/N responded, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. “That’s it. You’ve crossed a line. I am disowning you and no longer does this friendship exist. Have a good life, Osterfield and do not contact me ever again. Erase me from your phone and mind. Goodbye!” “Wait, no I’m sorry!” Harrison laughed. “I didn’t mean it! Please!” he shrieked causing Y/N to cackle so loud she thought her neighbours would call the cops. “Don’t leave me! Harry Potter is the greatest thing ever created and I’ll get a tattoo across my forehead that says so. Just don’t make me face the cruel world alone!” “Alright, alright! I’ll go to the party!" Y/N relented. "But it better not be a bore.” So she went. Right as Y/N had entered the apartment she was pulled into an iron-tight hug by Harrison to which his flatmate Tom raised both his eyebrows in confusion. “Do you have a girlfriend I don’t know about and if yes- what the fuck mate?!” Y/N and Harrison giggled, and she allowed the brit to introduce her to the actor. Tom and Y/N had clicked instantly. Throughout the whole party, Tom tried to find every possible excuse to talk to the girl, to get to know her life and every single secret she had. Because of that, she was the last one, apart from Tom's brothers, to leave and even then, it was done reluctantly from her part. “I promise, I’ll come visit more often. Surprisingly enough, you weren’t a drag,” she said hugging Harrison. “Of course, I’m not a drag. How dare you!” Tom had been one step behind, letting the two friends say their goodbyes before he came to stand beside Y/N at the doorway. “Listen, I know we just met, and this might be way too forward, but if you don’t mind, I’d really like your number so we could keep talking.” Surprise overtook Y/N’s facial features before her lips split in a wide grin and she nodded. Harrison had been incredibly sceptical about letting his best friend date the girl, always keeping a watchful eye on the two whenever they flirted or simply hung out, but when Tom had come back one day from a coffee date, a completely love-glazed look in his eyes, Harrison knew he was in it for real. That she wouldn’t be just a one-night stand or a distraction when things got tough. Tom had fallen. Hard. “I don’t know if she’d even want to get back together,” Harrison was taken out of reminiscing about the good old days and back into the dreaded present. “I mean, come on! Imagine if your girlfriend’s parents said they didn’t like you and didn’t think you were good enough. You wouldn’t want to spend time with them one bit either!” The blue-eyed man was quiet for a moment before softly speaking up. “So, what are you going to do?” “I-“ Tom ran a hand through the wet curls, “I don’t know. All I know is that I love her and can’t imagine my life without her.” And despite the horrible situation, Harrison smiled before revving up the engine again and getting back onto the freeway. “Then you have some work cut out for you. Cause I may have not been the biggest fan of you two dating in the beginning, but if you let that woman go as simple as this, then I can guarantee you’ll be experiencing more than a broken heart.” Tom’s lips pulled up. “What? You’ll ruin the money-maker?” he said pointing to his puffed-up face. “Mate, you’ve broken your nose almost as many times as you’ve said you’re Spider-man. One more or less won’t make a difference.” "Y/N would be pissed." Even though her name was like hundreds of needles pushing their way into his heart, the simple memory of how concerned she always got when Tom did something stupid, soothed the ache. Reminded him of how much they cared for one another. "Yeah, she would," Harrison said after a few minutes of silence.

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A/N: am I... being... productive?!?!? Also, holy shit do I have new ideas for a Star Wars crossover with Avengers and shit :D I should be working on my assignments, but oh well :D

P.S. so I guess this will be a series? tell me what you thought :D

P.S.S. tags are always open :)

P.S.S.S. please don’t repost without credit :)

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chromium-siren · 5 years

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The “Present” (Phux)

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(So, after I saw this post, ideas began to swirl in my head like crazy. And I wanted to write it. Also, Pudge will make a cameo.)

London, England, 1920 something. Armitage Hux has just finished his set at the Starkiller Lounge, and was grateful that it was finally finished. It wasn’t that he had anything against sharing his jazz music or playing his saxophone, it was just a rather long night. He wanted nothing more than to get a good night’s sleep, so he packed up his instrument, said good night to the bartender and staff, and made his way back to his car. Just as soon as he arrived at his Packard, he heard someone yell out “Oi, bloke!” only to get knocked out. The last thing he remembered was falling to the ground as everything faded to black...

“‘Ey lads, Sleepin’ Beauty’s comin’ around!” someone said in a thick Scottish brogue, which was followed by raucous laughter. Armitage finally came to his senses when he felt trapped by something- he was tied to a chair, rendered immobile, and his saxophone case was strewn on the floor, half-open.

“I demand to know what’s going on!” he yelled in panic, trying to set himself free from his prison of rope. “Let me go!”

“You don’t tell us what to do around ‘ere, mate! We only answers to Big Joe, savvy?” another goon said, circling Hux like a shark. The name hit him- Big Joe. He let out a groan when he realized he was captured by none other than the Parnassos Gang, and he was going to have to come face to face with the infamous leader, Big Joe Phasma. Sure enough, heavy footsteps were heard as the lackeys scrambled about, trying to make themselves appear to be acceptable for when he came in.

“You sit tight and shut yer piehole, boyo!” the Scot from earlier yelled at Hux, who felt his pulse race as the footsteps grew louder and louder. The lackeys stood very still now, as if they were soldiers at attention, when he finally came down the stairs and into the den. Big Joe wasn’t exactly what Armitage though he was going to look like- he expected an obese man smoking a cigar. Instead, a tall, silver haired, and slender man, almost needle-like, walked down the stairs, taking a long drag from a cigarette. When he looked towards Hux, he smiled and let out a booming laugh.

“Well, gentlemen, you managed to get the right one after all. So, this is the famous Armitage Hux my daughter has heard so much about, eh?” he said with a sneer. Mustering up the courage to reply to him, Armitage swallowed his pride and looked the mobster straight in the eye.

“Did you think there was another?” he said defiantly. Insulted, Big Joe backhanded him, causing Armitage to wince.

“Listen to me, boy. You may be cheeky with me now, but I won’t allow it tonight, you savvy? Today’s me darlin’ daughter’s 18th birthday, and she wouldn’t stop blabbing about how wonderful you was. Now, once you come ta yer senses, you’ll get right cleaned up, put on yer white tie an’ tails, an’ give me girl the one thing she’s always dreamed of. Are we clear now, love?”

Armitage sighed heavily, looking over at the pristine white tie get-up reserved for him at the side. He was going to have to go along with him if he wanted to get out of this alive. “As crystal.”

“Good boy,” Big Joe teased, undoing his ropes. “But don’t try nothin’ fishy, ya hear?” he scolded as Armitage sighed in relief. After the confrontation with Big Joe Phasma, the most feared man in Brixton, Armitage prayed that he would make it out of the den alive. A few hours later, Armitage stepped behind the dressing screen provided for him in his elegant outfit and stood on the makeshift stage, warming up for the evening’s performance. A small sextet was arranged behind him and were warming up their instruments as well- probably more musicians that were kidnapped, Hux figured. Big Joe came back down the stairs, holding his cigarette as usual, but this time he held a revolver in the other hand.

“You better make good on this, boy, otherwise yer doomed ta spend the rest of yer life down here, ya savvy?” he hissed, poking Hux with the butt of his revolver. Hux nodded, before heaving a sigh. “All right, Brienne lovely, come on down! Daddy has one ‘ell of a surprise fer ya!” he yelled in a saccharine voice Hux couldn’t think he was capable of doing without spontaneously combusting. There was the sound of high heeled shoes gently clicking which grew louder and closer with every step.

“Alright, Daddy, I just Marcelled my hair a while ago, hold your horses!” Hux heard a voice call out. “I swear, if it’s a Tommy gun, I’m not going to be pleased. I mean I already have a pistol, and... that’s not a Tommy gun,” the voice said, slightly shocked. Finally, the source of the voice was revealed as a tall, beautiful young woman exactly the same age as Hux. Her silver fringed dress showed off her legs, and her short blonde hair was styled in a perfect Marcel wave. Ruby nails gently pet a Persian cat with luxurious white fur, which purred gently as they surveyed the guests assembled. Beautiful sapphire eyes outlined in smoky black kohl glanced over at the stage, and ruby lips were parted into a prim “ooh.”

“Brienne, sweetness, Daddy found you the best birthday gift ever,” Big Joe said, still maintaining that syrupy voice that both Brienne and Armitage winced at. Brienne was shocked to see Armitage mouth “help, he kidnapped me,” but she focused on her father instead. So, she put on an act of surprise while she devised a plan to help send Armitage home.

“Oh, Daddy, thank you so much! This is the best birthday ever!” she squealed, doing a near perfect imitation of Betty Boop as she peppered her father’s sharp cheekbones with a barrage of kisses. Big Joe turned to the musicians and putting on a false smile began to address them.

“Okay boys, strike up the band and give my girl the party she’s dreamed of- or else!” he said with a hiss, before waving his arms in imitation of a conductor. Immediately, Armitage and the other musicians began playing a lively Charleston as the birthday girl and the other young ladies present proceeded to let out a cheer and head to the dance floor, kicking up their heels and whooping as they danced.

Armitage stepped forward and started playing a melodic solo on his alto sax, the golden instrument shining in the light of the room. The girls seemed to dance closer to the stage, just to revel in the notes he played for them, and he shot a wink at Brienne, her face now becoming a light shade of pink as she blushed. The song finished to wild applause, and then the music changed to a sensual tango. Brienne looked wistfully to Hux, who set his saxophone down and got offstage to dance with her.

“So, my father kidnapped you?” she asked him innocently.

“Well, yes, and I really want to get home,” he replied.

“I don't blame you, he always does things like that. Here’s the thing- I can create a diversion, and we can get out together as soon as possible without him noticing. Also, I’ll just call the cops, and hopefully they’ll finally put him to justice!” she whispered.

“Plotting against your own father? Interesting,” Hux replied as he and Brienne continued to tango.

“Well, he’s a terrible person, and I’d rather be living with my mother in Sussex anyway.” The music ended, and with that, Armitage dramatically dipped Brienne, much to her joy.

“Good luck,” he whispered to her as he got back on stage. The band played a soft fox trot as Brienne made her way upstairs, ready to create a distraction of her own. She sneaked into her father’s study and took one of the many Tommy guns he had so generously given her for her birthday, and began to shoot a round of blanks, calling the police afterwards. For good measure, she added a scream of terror as she came running down the stairs.

“Daddy, it’s the Bala-Tik gang! They’ve shown up and want to brawl!” she gasped, pretending to be hysterical. Everyone in the room screamed and began to hurry away from the basement in fear of an impending brawl. Armitage packed up his saxophone and grabbed his clothes, running upstairs in the fray. Just as soon as he made it up and with Brienne, police sirens wailed as the cops pulled up to the house. Big Joe was angry- he was duped by his own daughter!

“Brienne?! How dare you lie to me?!” he roared, almost about to strike her. But she stood her ground, refusing to be scared as he yelled.

“Listen, you’ve done this for far too long! You killed Keldo, you stole my inheritance, you kidnapped and tortured too many people, and you killed my REAL father!” she screamed. “I hate you, you monster!” she yelled, as she watched the mobster and his cronies get carted off to prison, where they were never heard from again. She began to sob quietly, sad that her fortune was being used for criminal means, and she would never get it back. Armitage gently held her, letting her cry in peace.

“Brienne, are you alright?” he asked her.

“N-no. I have nothing. The cops are probably gonna raid the mansion, and I can’t contact my mother yet. What am I supposed to do?” she asked.

“Well... you could stay with me for a while, if that would make you happy,” he said. Gently, Brienne hugged Armitage, as she pressed a kiss to his cheek gently.

“Thank you so much, Armitage, You’re one of the few people who’s truly been kind to me.” Just as Brienne predicted, the police came to raid the mansion- but there was a silver lining. The man who claimed to be her father was sentenced to life in prison with no hope of escape, and both the mansion and inheritance were reverted back to Brienne and her true mother. But the true gift that came from the whole ordeal was the society wedding of Armitage Hux and Brienne Phasma, and they stayed together for many long, happy years.

#my writing #phux

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killian-whump · 5 years

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How would you arrange Collin's movies' whumpiness from highest to lowest?

Oh, this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now, Nonny! Sorry about that! But this is a great question, so hopefully the answer is worth waiting for? Maybe? No? Probably not, but I’ll try XD

Now please keep in mind, this is only MY personal opinion on where these roles would fall, ranking-wise. A lot of Colin’s work has some borderline whumpy elements to it (angst, fear, drunkenness, suicidal behavior, etc) that may tip each film upwards or downwards on others’ lists. These are just where they land for me, personally. Your mileage may vary ;)

OKAY! Colin’s roles, Whumpiest to Least Whumpiest!

Captain Hook, Once Upon a TimeThis one takes the top billing, for containing both the most extreme (and highest quality) whump in 5x13 and 5x14, as well as boasting the most plentiful whump throughout the rest of the six seasons Colin’s in the show. There’s a reason why Captain Floor is a thing, and that reason is because Hook gets laid out on the ground like it’s going out of fashion. Bless him, the writers, the directors, and the show itself for so many gifts

Conor Elliott, The ClinicMost of Colin’s work on The Clinic is better known for its sheer adorableness and the bean-sprouty goodness and cancer-curing qualities of Conor Elliott’s precious smile. However, in the first season that Colin was on the show, Conor set himself on fire in his therapist’s office - which led to some rather extensive pain faces and hysterics on the floor of said office as he was tended to by paramedics. He’s then carried out in a wheelchair, obviously sedated, and is later seen multiple times in a hospital bed - even sporting an oxygen mask in one shot. He continues to be seen with bandages on his arm for multiple episodes, and a scar from the event can even be spotted on Conor’s arm two whole seasons later. Now there’s something you don’t see everyday.

Mark, Storage 24This is one of Colin’s films that is damn hard to quantify the whump in. For starters, we have a solid punch to the kisser, complete with some blood. There’s also a scene in the beginning where his friend knocks him over and lands on his nuts (cue pain face). Both scenes are solid, whump-wise - but for me, it’s the extreme fear and panic Mark exhibits throughout the entire film that brings it as high on this list as it is. It is SO much fun to watch him scramble through air vents, terrified that a giant alien monster is going to burst through and eat him alive at any moment. And Colin does such a brilliant job of relaying that fear. Even when he’s not being hurt, you feel like he’s in dire peril… and that makes this entire film feel extremely whumpy to me. At any rate, we also have the fact that the end of the film sees Mark [SPOILER ALERT] get his face chewed on rather graphically, and we’re right back to not knowing what to do with this film. How dare that thing touch such a beautiful face.

Peter, What Still RemainsThis post-apocalyptic film brings us a grievous bear trap injury in the first half that leaves Peter limping and wincing throughout the whole rest of the film. There’s really no cinematic reason for the injury, either, which leaves a lot of us wondering if the director cottoned on to the fact that Colin has a lot of whump-loving fans and was like, “How do you feel about bear traps?” What The Rite gave us all in angsty rain shots, this film gives us in winces and limping. He also gets [SPOILER ALERT!] stabbed and dies at the end.

Ben, The EuthanizerThis short film opens with a lengthy sequence of Ben trying to hang himself and lacking the go-ahead to take that final leap (if you will). Very angsty, with some noose action and wincing and frustration. Ben then hires the eponymous “Euthanizer” to help him finish the job - resulting in more noose hijinks, some crying, a hand-gagging, some desperation, a bit of a wrassle on the floor, and some great moments where Ben’s got the muzzle of a gun pressed into his face. Jazz… nice.

Michael Kovak, The RiteDespite this being a “horror” film, there’s not as much whump in it as you might expect. And while there is an impressive-looking list of maladies in the film, they all suffer from being a bit too brief and a bit too dark to truly enjoy. That said, Michael does get choked twice, wakes up in a cold sweat from a nightmare, cries and angsts when his father dies, and gets attacked in the ending climax. That scene sees Anthony Hopkins getting in his face, mocking him, throwing him across a room, getting in his face again, and even briefly possessing him - but it all feels even darker and briefer than the earlier whump.

Brennan, The Dust StormSo much of the whump in Colin’s roles is subjective, that it’s hard to even quantify it for this list. For example, if one considers the vulnerability of extreme inebriation to be whumpy, they’re likely to feel this movie deserves a much higher place on this list - whereas those who don’t find that kind of thing whumpy at all might object to this film being as high on this list as it is. C’est la vie. Drunkenness aside, however, this film does feature a solid punch to the face, a voluntary cigarette burn, loads of romantic angst, some vomiting… and did I mention the extreme inebriation? He even passes out in a church.

Brendan, Call GirlAnother short film, and also one of the earliest film roles our Col ever did :) This one’s got some very brief fisticuffs that result in Brendan [SPOILER ALERT] accidentally killing a young woman. Obviously, some angst ensues… and he ends up slicing into his forearm with a kitchen knife to cover the crime.

Professor Harrison, Carrie PilbyOn top of housing one of Colin’s least-liked characters (by design ;)), this film also only has one very solid punch right to the nose (with blood!) for us whumpers to enjoy.

Duke Phillip of Bavaria, The TudorsIt’s not real whump… but Phillip does pretend that Princess Mary has stepped on his foot during their dance and quite melodramatically winces and stomp-limps off the dancefloor, before revealing it was all a ruse to get her alone for a smooch. Nice one, Duke Phillip. We’d follow those pain faces off into a dark corner any day.

Peter, Love Is the DrugHe gets punched in this one (when does he not?), but it’s off-screen. He’s also drunk (again) and ends up passed out on the street, having puked all over himself. Oops? Well, it’s whump. Sort of. Oh, I think his buzzcut might also count as whump, depending on who you ask XD

Jamie, Proof 2Colin’s appearance in this is very brief, but he still manages to get grabbed by the collar and manhandled a tiny bit, regardless :)

Nameless Florist, The WordsThere’s no whump at all in this one, although Colin does appear adorably embarrassed when he knocks dirt all over the counter in the florist’s shop. Aww. There’s also some angst in bed and he takes a bath - and I don’t want to live in a world where that doesn’t count for something.

Security Guard, Wild DecembersThere’s no whump in this at all, unless you count giving him the lines, “It’s tough, it’s tough” to a woman whose lover has just been gunned down in front of her a form of whump. Some of us do. I mean, that’s awful dialogue.

Rowe, Rebel HeartThere’s no whump in this at all, but he does look extra cute. It’s also the very first time Colin appeared on film (that we know of). Bless.

Douxie, TrollhuntersWe only hear Colin’s voice here, and there’s no whump whatsoever. His character might return later in the series, though! Maybe someone will punch him then XD

Honorable Mention: JJ SneedThis isn’t even out yet, but I feel the need to mention it, since it’s likely to land VERY high on this list. JJ is the recipient of not one but TWO separate gunshot wounds in the song this Heartstrings episode is based on - one that lays him up badly enough to be nursed back to health by the protagonist, and the other that results in his death by that same woman’s hand. If that doesn’t sound like a role destined for the Top Three of this list, I don’t know what would!

#colin o'donoghue #whump #retrospective #oc #anonymous #kw ask box

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benbarnesfanforever · 6 years

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The Signs - Part II

Hey guys, here is part II of The Signs. Thanks again to my sweet friend @drinix for the cute idea! If you’d like to be tagged in the next story, please dm me. I hope you enjoy it!

Acronyms: UCLA= University of California, Los Angeles; LA= Los Angeles

Word Count: 4598

Tag list: @drinix @andreacvjetkovic @haritini2000 @lea----b

You shove the last blouse into your already overstuffed suitcase. You couldn’t believe that it was only a matter of hours before you would board your plane to Queensland, Australia. You were so nervous yet excited about this amazing opportunity. Working on a Disney movie production was nothing short of a dream come true for you. If you succeeded in this internship, your chances of becoming hired on to a permanent role would be even greater.

“Y/N, you ready chickie? Your plane leaves in 3 hours and my class starts in an hour. We gotta get a move on to the airport.” Jackie says, with her car keys already in hand.

“Almost ready!” You shout out from your room. You close your suitcase and brought it out to the family room. `

“Bout time.” Jackie says to you anxiously. “Let’s jet!”

You and Jackie drive down South Sepulveda Blvd, your beautiful brown locks blowing in the wind as you take in the warm day. Living in Southern California, you were almost guaranteed to have a nice warm day, especially during the month of September.

“Jack, do you think the weather in Queensland will be as nice as it is in Cali this time of year?”

“It should be.” Jackie says as she adjusted the radio to her convertible BMW, frantically trying to find a good song to listen to.

The second sign

Jackie stumbles across a 1930s jazz-age radio station, playing the following song.

I'll see you again whenever spring breaks through again.

Time may lie heavy between, but what has been, is past forgetting.

Your sweet memory across the years will come to me.

Though my world may go awry, in my heart 'twill ever lie,

Just the echo of a sigh, goodbye.

All my life I shall remember knowing you,

All the pleasures that I found in showing you,

The different ways that one may face,

The changing light and changing shade,

Happiness that must die, melodies that must fly,

Memories that must fade, dusty and forgotten bye and bye

“OMG I can’t believe they’re playing this song on the radio!” Jackie turns the radio up louder and you are bewildered by her actions. She begins singing the song while slowly turning her head from side to side.

Your heart began to pound as you listen to the lyrics. That strange feeling that you had as you watched Prince Caspian for the first time suddenly took control of you again. You close your eyes and took in the beautiful tune that caressed your ear drums. You could listen this melody all day long.

You inhale and exhale slowly.

You awaken from your trance and you see Jackie’s fingers snapping in front of your face.

“Y/N, you awake chickie?”

You sit up and smile.

“Yes, sorry. Wow, what a lovely song. Who is the man behind this beautiful voice?” You say, placing your blowing hair behind your ears.

Jackie let’s off a smirk.

“Y/N, don’t tell me you haven’t heard this song or seen the movie?”

You pull down your sunglasses and give Jackie a look of bewilderment.

“Here we go again with her jeopardy moment.” You say to yourself before responding.

“I have never heard this song before, nor have I ever seen the movie.”

Jackie laughs out loud.

“Oh God if this isn’t a sign!”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Prince Caspian remember?” Jackie points out.

You inhale and exhale again, slowly.

“Don’t tell me, is it from that hot guy, Ben Barnes?”

“BINGO!! It’s Ben Barnes singing a soundtrack from a movie he starred in, Easy Virtue.”

You look bewildered again.

“What if you guys are destined to meet, Y/N? Almost every time we’re in the realm of discussing your internship, a movie, song or something of Ben Barnes pops up. You know I am a huge believer in signs.”

You laugh and try to brush off what Jackie just said.

“Jack, I had no idea you were into the jazz-age genre, but why am I not surprised?!”

“Stop ignoring the inevitable, Y/N! You are gonna meet this man, I can feel it.”

You roll your eyes……but meeting Ben Barnes would be a dream of yours.

“Maybe you’ll meet him Jack, besides, I’ll be out of the country for 3 months so you have a better chance of meeting him here in states or in London than I do all the way from the land down under.”

“True, but you never know if or when your paths will cross.”

“Not a believer in miracles, but I’m glad you are my friend.”

You both laugh. You were going to miss Jackie dearly. Not only was she your roommate, but she was also your best friend.

Jackie pulls her BMW to the curbside section of the LAX airport terminal. You knew that it would be hard saying good-bye to your bestie, but you’d see her again over the winter break in several months.

You both step out of the car, feeling awkward to say good-bye.

“I’m so excited for you my friend, but I’m gonna miss you like crazy.” Jackie says, embracing you in a tight hug.

You hug her back, squeezing her tightly.

“Ditto.” You say, both of you blinking back tears.

“Ok, I gotta split, because good-byes make me crazy. So, take care you. See you in a few months.”

You let go of your roommate, sending her a kiss and wave as you enter the airport and disappeared.

“Tammie, I hope you know how much I love you and will miss you.” Ben says, dropping sweet pecks on Tamia’s forehead as he held her close. It had been two weeks since Tamia landed in Queensland, and now she was on her way back home to London.

“I know you’ll miss me Ben, as I will miss you too.” Tamia says, but Ben knew something else was on her mind.

Ben unraveled himself from Tamia’s hold and looked her straight into the eyes, holding her shoulders.

“But there’s something else, right?” Ben says to his girlfriend, looking concerned at this point.

Ben’s beautiful locks blew in the evening breeze, his eyes slightly squinted from the glare of the setting sun.

Tamia looked away, trying to fight back tears.

“Hey…Tammie….don’t cry. Oh…..come here.”

Ben embraces her with a cocoon hug, like a mom hugging her child in a time of pain.

Tears fell down Tamia’s rosy cheeks like a flowing waterfall.

“Ben, I love you more than anything else in this world. But……”

Ben felt a lump form in his throat.

“Tammie…..please….”

“….but….I want and deserve more…..” Tamia whispered, her voice shaking.

Ben’s eyes began to well with tears.

“Tammie, please. You know I love you, and you know that I would give you the world if I could. You know that, right?”

Both Ben and Tamia are sobbing at this point.

“I want to believe you Ben, but how much longer do I have to wait? It’s been two years and no one but our close friends and family know that we’re together.”

“But isn’t that all that matters? Why does the whole world need to know that we’re together when the most important people in our lives already know?”

Tamia wiped her tears and stood in front of Ben, her right leg slightly bent as she shook her head.

“Did I not show you a great time over the past two weeks here in Queensland?”

“That’s not the issue Ben, and even over the past two weeks, you kept me locked away in a hotel room during the day and I never even met any of your co-stars!”

“I’ve told you before that we have to keep things under wraps until we are done filming. You said it wasn’t an issue when we spoke about if before, so what’s the problem now?”

Tamia continued shaking her head, looking up at the sky before focusing her beautiful large hazel eyes back on Ben.

“You just don’t get it do you?”

“Get what? I told you that we’d go public after the movie. You know that would pose a risk to the production if we went public now.”

Tamia continued shaking her head, moving further and further away from Ben.

“You’ve said the same thing during your first film, then the second film, and now this. You know what? I am TIRED of waiting Ben…..I am TIRED of you making me wait just to give me a simple title and call me your girlfriend. I haven’t asked you to claim me as nothing more…...not your fiancé…...not your future wife….but just your girlfriend.”

“Tammie….baby….you ARE my girlfriend….you ARE my fiancé and you ARE my future wife. I’ve never denied that.”

“Don’t you see? You’ve denied me every day, Ben! I don’t feel like I mean anything to you in public.”

“I may not show my affection towards you in public, but you know how much I love you Tammie…….”

Ben’s voice is shaking at his point. He’s almost breathless and can barely get any more words out.

“……..you know how much I need you……” Ben muffles in a low whisper.

Tears fell down Ben’s dark orbs like a flowing river. He knew that Tamia wanted him to go public with their relationship and he knew it wasn’t fair to her. But he also couldn’t risk putting his career in jeopardy because of it. He feared that going public about his relationship with Tamia would put the entire Dawn Treader production in jeopardy. He just couldn’t take that risk right now. But at the same time, he couldn’t fathom the idea of losing the woman that he loved, the woman that he had planned to spend the rest of his life with.

The young couple stood in front of Ben’s Bentley for a few moments, in silent.

“Look, Tammie. I know it has been a difficult two years and I thank you so much for putting up with me. I just need some more time…..please…..just a little more time and I promise we’ll go public with our relationship and we’ll begin planning our wedding…..please don’t do this.”

Tammie’s eyes shut hard as tears continued flowing down her gorgeous pastel face. She began balling and covered her face as she sobbed hysterically.

“You still want to marry me…don’t you?” Ben asked, pleading for any positive response that he could get from Tamia at this point.

“I’m sorry Ben……but I can’t.” Tamia slowly wiped her tears away. She walked towards Ben, reaching for his dark brown locks by placing her hand around his broad neck, slowly running her fingers through his hair before planting a kiss on his perfectly shaped lips.

Ben placed his hands around Tamia’s slim waist. She felt so good and Ben didn’t want to let her go.

Before Ben could deepen kiss, Tamia broke it slowly.

They stared at one another, eyes red and watery with tears.

They held hands, still glancing at one another. Tamia released her right hand from Ben’s hold. He held her left hand tightly, knowing he may never hold it again. He had sudden images of placing a ring on her left finger, until he heard those cutting words as her hand slipped away from his, the last two of their fingers touching before they parted.

“Good-bye, Ben.”

And that quickly, Tamia grabbed her luggage and raced through the airport doors. Ben tried going after her, only to be stopped by a large shuttle bus passing by, nearly hitting him. He stood in front of his grey Bentley, watching Tamia disappear through the glass doors.

Your flight was underway and you couldn’t believe that within a few hours, you’d be landing in Queensland, Australia. You had never flown on a Jumbo jet before and never experienced such pampering. But after being on a plane for nearly 15 hours, you were ready to see land again.

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Queensland, Australia. This plane will be changing crew and headed to London, England.” Although your entire body clock was thrown off from the jet lag and the time difference, you were wide awake and still shook that you were actually in Queensland. You had no idea which movie you’d been working on, but you had an idea of some of the films Disney and Walden were filming, but not all. It was unnerving yet exciting that you didn’t know which film you’d be assisting in producing. Whatever the case, it was a dream come true for you.

You were so excited to get off the plane that you nearly forgot one of your bags in the overhead bin. You race off of the plane, walking in a fast pace as you always do, to find yourself bumping into a tall woman who was trying to get to the nearest gate agent.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” You say softly. The tall beautiful blonde haired gal gave you quick smile. You were so intrigued by her beauty but could also see pain and sadness in her eyes. She suddenly turned back to the gate agent, raising her voice hysterically as the gate agent tried to calm her down.

“Look, Ms. Edwards, there is nothing we can do. This flight is canceled due to bad weather in the Atlantic. The plane will leave tomorrow morning as rescheduled.”

Tamia could not believe what was happening to her. All she wanted to do was leave this blasted place, especially after just breaking up with Ben.

“I need to get home…..there is no way I can continue to stay here.”

“There is nothing we can do Ms. Edwards, please feel free to book with another airline, but as of now, there is nothing we can do for you.”

“Do you know who I am? I am a well-known celebrity in London and I should receive some sort of accommodations or compensation for my inconveniences.”

“Yes, ma’am, we will do our best to accommodate you; however, there are no guarantees. I suggest you arrange for lodging immediately as most hotels are booked due to the BIO International Convention.”

Tamia felt her stomach sink as she sat down on a nearby chair. Due to weather issues, the airline was not obligated to place travelers in a hotel room. How in the world would she find a hotel now with this BIO International Convention happening? Tamia had nowhere to go, but she couldn’t call Ben, there was no way in hell she could call him.

You heard most of the commotion happening behind you and felt so terrible. Your agent from Walden informed you that you had a studio apartment that could sleep four. Your parents always taught you to assist others in need. This was so strange for you, because you didn’t even know where you were going, let alone having some stranger tag along. But your heart told you to assist this woman who needed a place for the night, so you got the urge and asked her if she needed a place to stay.

“Uuumm…miss, first I want to say that I’m really sorry for nearly knocking you over a second ago. I just arrived from Los Angeles, from the same flight that you were going to take to London. I overheard your conversation and wanted to offer you a room at my place if you needed to stay somewhere.”

You felt incredibly embarrassed at this point. You could feel your cheeks burning with awkwardness.

Tamia looked up at you with a very large smile, as if you were her saving grace.

“Oh my goodness, that is so incredibly kind and so thoughtful of you…I have nowhere to go and would be stranded here all night. Yes, I will take you up on your offer.”

You smile, awkwardly.

“Ok, great. Uhhh…I’m Y/N by the way.”

Tamia stuck out her hand, waiting for you to stick out yours for a handshake.

“Oh…right…” you say as you stIck out your hand.

“I’m Tamia, Tamia Edwards.”

“Great to meet you…Tamia..Edwards.” You say, still feeling uncomfortable, but also good that you could assist this woman who looked so distraught.

“So what brings you to Queensland?” Tamia asks as you both make your way to the airport baggage claim.

“I’m here on a month internship opportunity. I start tomorrow and I am SOO thrilled!”

“Oh that’s amazing, what will you be interning for?”

“I’ll be in media production.”

“Congratulations, that’s every exciting. I am in the film industry myself, perhaps we can talk more when we get settled back at your place.”

“I’d love that.” You say as you grab your luggage.

You both walk towards the exit of the building. You check your e-mail from your phone and re-read the instructions sent to you a week before your arrival. The filming was taking place at many areas around Queensland and New Zealand, but its primary location is based at the Warner Roadshow Studios in Oxenford, near Gold Coast on the coast of Queensland.

When you both arrived at your studio apartment, you could not believe the astonishing views before you. It was like nothing you had ever seen and the views of the mountains and ocean were absolutely breathtaking. You sat on the sofa of your apartment, looking out of the balcony that faced the ocean.

“WOW, what an amazing view.” You say in a whisper, taking in the sun and crashing waves.

“This is very lovely.” Tamia says as she settled her things on the love seat near your sofa. “I am very grateful to you for allowing me to stay here. I had nowhere to go and would have been forced to call my boyfriend who I just broke up with.”

You looked over at Tamia and saw her sobbing. You sit next to her, trying to comfort her even though you just met. You’ve been through many heart breaks so you knew what she was feeling inside.

“I’m sorry….I…just….I miss him already but I know I did the right thing.”

You look bewildered, not knowing what to say but you did your best to be there.

“You can talk about it if you want….I am all ears…..”

“I don’t want to burden you with my problems…besides, you’re here in beautiful Queensland, you are about to start an amazing internship tomorrow. You don’t need me ruining things by dumping my problems on you.”

“I tell you what, why don’t we get showered, put on our pjs, and just veg out? Have you eaten yet? We can order take out and you can tell me all about this jerk who broke your heart. Sound good?”

Tamia wipes her tears and smiles.

“You are angel! Yes, sounds like a plan. I can’t wait…..and again…thank you so much for letting me stay here.”

“You’re welcome.”

Tamia got up to use the restroom when her phone began to buzzing with several incoming text messages.

“Hey……did you make it on the plane?”

“Look, I know I fucked up….but please don’t leave me…please take me back.”

“Call me when you land, I just need to hear your voice that you made it home safely….I respect your wishes if you never want to see me again.” BB

Tamia returns from the restroom and sees the text messages from Ben. She shuts off her phone to clear her head. She didn’t want to talk to Ben in fear that he would try to lure her back in. She was looking forward to talking to you and getting to know you over some much needed girl talk.

After you both settled into your pajamas and laid out all of your food, snacks and drinks, you turn on the television to find a good chick flick to watch.

“Oh, leave it here! I love Pretty Woman!” Tamia blurts out as she stuffs a large amount of popcorn into her mouth. She wore a cute pink night gown that fell just above her knees. She wore her hair pulled up in a twist with blond ringlets falling down her rosy cheeks. You wore a light blue laced tank top with boy shorts and a light blue sheer overlay, which showed off every curve of your body.

“Ok, sure. You say sitting down on the sofa next to Tamia, eating a few strawberries and cheese squares.

It was nice to see Tamia laugh after she seemed so distraught at the airport. You both enjoyed the movie and vegging out together over some desserts, such ice-cream, cake pops, candy and other sweet goodies. Although it seemed strange spending time with a complete stranger, you felt comfortable around Tamia and happy that you were lending her a helping hand. After all, what girl wouldn’t help another girl, especially after just breaking up with her future fiancé.

“So you were with your boyfriend for 2 years and he never claimed you?” You ask, wondering how Tamia’s boyfriend could be such a rude jerk.

“He just never wanted to claim me as his girlfriend in public. I understand that he is an actor and has to keep his life private, but I am an actress too and I just don’t know what the big deal is about letting the public know that we are together.”

You almost choked on your Klondike bar.

“WTF? This girl is a celebrity? Holy fucking SHIT!!”

You freeze at this point. You couldn’t believe you rescued a celebrity from having to sleep in an airport. Why couldn’t she find a hotel if she was a celebrity? At this point, it didn’t matter to you. You just couldn’t believe that she was sitting in your studio, eating your food and sitting on your sofa.

“I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, I mean, you have been so kind to me by letting me stay here. I really didn’t want to call my ex-boyfriend…I can’t believe I am calling him my ex….but you don’t have to worry about the paparazzi knocking at your door or anything. I’m more well-known London.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“No problem, I just want to make sure you are comfortable. I’m glad I could help.”

You both continue eating your snacks and snuggled on the coach, continuing watching pretty woman while discussing relationships and having fun girl talk.

You and Tamia dozed off on the sofa, when you were both startled by a pounding sound at the front door. You jump off of the sofa quickly, followed by Tamia. You held your right arm out, as if you were protecting Tamia. You thought some strange paparazzi found her, so you were extra conscious before opening the door. You look through the peephole and see a man, but no cameras.

“Who is it?” Tamia whispers, hiding behind you.

“Some lost guy. Should I answer it?” You ask Tamia in confusion.

“I guess, but it’s almost 12 am…..maybe he’ll go away?”

The pounds on the door continues, slightly louder.

“He looks lost, I’ll answer it.” You say a bit nervously.

“Ok….but wait…I’ll get a knife in case he tries some funny business.”

“Good idea!” You say, before opening the door.

Your heart is pounding as you unlock the door, and you couldn’t figure out why. Your palms become sweaty.

The room became silent.

You open the door, and there stood the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on, one that looked so familiar to you.

You inhale and exhale slowly.

You could NOT believe that you were standing before him…….yes…..Ben fucking Barnes.

When your eyes met, they locked immediately. You felt that same feeling that you felt when you first saw him in the Prince Caspian movie a few weeks ago, you felt the same feeling that you felt when you were driving to the airport in the car with Jackie as that lovely song “I’ll see you again” massaged your eye drums. There was no noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stopped turning and you felt so happy in that moment.

His eyes were locked on you for what seemed like an entirety. Ben was a gentleman and wasn’t the one to eye ball a woman’s body, at least while she was aware, but there was something about you that made him want to scan everything about you. His beautiful dark orbs slowly scanned your entire face, and your plump red lips before meeting your beautiful round eyes again. He let off a slight grin as his eyes moved downward for the second time, this time, scanning your neck, your collar bone, your beautifully built arms and shoulders. Your dark mane fell to the left of your neck and shoulders, leaving the right side slightly exposed.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly.

“BEN!?!?!” Tamia shouts, shoving you out of the way.

Ben broke out of his trance.

“What on earth are you doing here?”

Ben parted his lips to speak, but the words just couldn’t come out. He actually forgot why he came to the this studio apartment to talk with Tamia, but suddenly his heart felt different, like he had been freed from a heavy burden that had been lifted off of his shoulders.

“Ben, do you hear me? What on earth are you doing here?” Tamia asks again.

Ben finally gears himself up to speak, eyeing his left side, where you stood.

“I…I….heard that your flight was canceled and I was worried. I heard from the gate agent that you left with some stranger, so I just wanted to check on you to make sure you were alright. But….I see…..you are in great hands.”

Ben looks over at you, giving you that look, that same look that he gave Susan in the Prince Caspian film.

You blush and grin shyly.

“How on earth did you find me? Well, it doesn’t matter. I am in great hands. So you don’t have to worry… Y/N is taking great care of me…..so…..you can go now.”

Ben felt really embarrassed at this point. He felt bad invading your apartment at such odd hours of the night, but after hearing that Tamia’s flight got canceled, he wanted to make sure she was safe since he was the reason she came to Australia in the first place.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I texted you several time and when I didn’t hear anything, I got worried. “

Tamia looked sad for a moment, but she didn’t allow herself to give in to Ben’s charm.

“Y/N, thank you for taking care of her. I was quite worried but I see that she is fine.”

Ben looks over at the empty cartons of Klondike bars, chips, dip and soda cans.

He smiles.

“Anytime.” You say shyly, feeling very awkward at this point.

Ben looks back at Tamia as if he wanted to hug her goodbye, but he continued for the door and let himself out.

“Good night ladies.” Ben placed his hands in his pockets and exited.

“Good night.” You say, wanting to stay in the presence of this man forever, but your body was telling you to go inside. You finally close the door behind you and exhale once again.

“Oh, thank God he’s gone.” Tamia says in relief, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Ben and wondered if you’d ever see him again.

You were beginning to think that there was some truth in Jackie’s prediction, however, you already felt in your heart that even if you found Ben, this journey would not be an easy one.

#benbarnes #binbons #the chronicles of narnia #voyage of the dawn treader #TheSigns #King Caspian #the signs #fancfic

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11. Love Drunk

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The sun slowly set behind the buildings in Konoha, bathing everything in a warm glow. Kakashi strolled the streets, hands in his pockets and a tired look in his eyes. He just wanted to go home and spend the night in bed with a good book, but then again, these days when did he not? He felt as if he scarcely had the energy to do anything other than work and even then, his energy was quickly draining.

His heart ached as he passed Kaminoki, the “closed” sign hanging from the window. He peered inside anyways, at all the shelves and the scrolls on the walls and the bare counter, thinking of the days when he’d visit frequently. Now he barely stepped foot inside. The longer he peered, the more his mind began to wander until he envisioned daylight filtering through the room, customers wandering about, and a gangly ninja restocking shelves. Time had passed far quicker than he ever imagined it could. He still couldn’t shake the image of Rei, his childhood friend, now a strong and capable member of the ANBU. The look on her face when she laid in his lap, blood seeping out of her wounds. And if I have to die, at least I’ll die nobly. I’ll die proud. I’ll die a ninja.

He must have stood there daydreaming for far longer than he thought, for when he turned around the sky had turned completely dark and the streetlights overhead flickered. He didn’t want to think about her anymore. He didn’t want to see her, feel her, bother with her. It was far too painful. She was a very small detail of a part of his life that had long since died. There was no use robbing graves of their bones.

As he headed back to his apartment, his eyes landed upon a lowly lounge with a small sign propped up outside on an easel advertising a deal on sake. He paused a moment, staring at the minimalist entry, contemplating. He really wasn’t much of a drinker but at this point, he wasn’t sure he cared. He was tired and there was nothing else to do and alcohol would at least take the edge off. He kicked at the ground, sighed, and slowly walked inside.

The place wasn’t too packed, except for a couple groups of young shinobi and drifters seated at tables against the far wall. He didn’t pay much attention to them, sliding onto a barstool and ordering himself a drink. Smooth jazz played in the background. The bartender slid him his drink and stopped to watch him a moment. Perhaps he was wondering if the ninja would take his mask off for his sake. Kakashi swirled the liquid around, watching it slosh against the sides of its container, and rested his chin in his hands.

“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this all alone, huh?” the bartender asked, slapping his bar towel over his shoulder and leaning forward.

Kakashi chuckled softly and shook his head. “Just decided to wander in for a minute” he replied.

“Well, take your time. Feel free to stay as long as you’d like, but we close at 2” the bartender said.

“That’s alright” Kakashi said quietly. “I don’t plan on staying that long.” The bartender nodded and returned to cleaning the rest of the dirty glasses. The light directly above his head flickered, a fly whizzing around under the glass lampshade. Kakashi looked down at his reflection in the sake, staring at his eye and his headband and his hair and his mask. His mind wandered from one thing to the other with no real pattern or purpose. What was he doing? Why did he even decide to step foot in a place like this? It was so unlike him. But then again, he was so unlike himself. It wasn’t until Rei came along, reunited after so many years, that he realized how unfamiliar he was to himself compared to who he once was. But maybe that was just life. Maybe it was human nature to grow cynical and detached as you got older. After all, wonder and light only last for so long before cruel reality snuffs them out. There was no such thing as happiness in adulthood.

Sighing, Kakashi reached up to pull down his mask and take a swig of his drink but was immediately interrupted by a shriek at the other end of the room. Startled, he spilled his drink into his lap with widened eyes.

“Who do you think you’re calling an idiot?!” a voice drunkenly shouted. A chill ran down Kakashi’s spine. He knew that voice. No, this could not be happening. Maybe if he just ignored it, it would go away.

“There’s only one idiot in this room” another voice, a man, slurred back in response.

“Yeah, and who would that be?” the first person replied, pinning her hands to her hips and eyeing the man.

“You!” the man shouted, bursting out into maniacal laughter. The first person huffed, shoulders dropping, before groaning and screeching a battle cry.

“You elitist—” she began, slamming him with a barrage of curse words and insults that dare not to be repeated. “You take everything back or else you’ll feel my—hic—wrath!”

“Your wrath?” the man laughed, sloshing his drink around in his hand. “Is that a threat?”

The young woman climbed across the table, sticking her face real close and staring at him with narrowed eyes. “That’s a promise” she snarled. The man stared at her for a moment before bursting out into hysterical laughter, banging his fist on the table.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry, you know that?” he replied, cupping her cheek with his hand and pulling her close so that his breath, ripe with the stink of alcohol, was hot against her lips. “What’s the worst you can do to me? You’re, what? 150? 155?”

Clenching her jaw, the young woman growled and prepared to throw the first punch until— “Alright, you two, let’s just try to calm down” a voice interrupted. The young woman looked up to find the blurry figure of a man, tall with white hair and a mask covering most of his face. Kakashi really didn’t want to get involved, but he had no choice now. The woman blinked at him, her bangs covering one eye, before glaring.

“And what do you want?” she asked drunkenly, poking him in the chest. “What’s a guy like you doing stepping into a fight like this?”

Her date gripped her chin and forced him to look at her. “You know this guy?” he asked angrily.

Kakashi raised his hands in surrender. “Now, listen, I’m not here to cause any trouble.” He knew he shouldn’t have stepped in. The woman ignored his words.

“This guy! Oh yeah, I know all about this guy” she said, breaking free of the man’s grasp. She crawled back across the table and slumped down into her seat, taking another swig of her drink. “I’ve known this guy for years and he doesn’t even so much as send me a get well card! I was in the hospital for, like, three million days and he didn’t even do nothing! I thought him and I were friends! But nooooo, he has to go and start…ignoring me like he’s better than me!” she explained, stumbling over her words. Then, turning back to Kakashi, she added with a waving point of her finger, “Well, guess what? I’m just as good as you, Mr. Hatake! So good, in fact, that I got elected to AN—”

Kakashi leapt forward and cupped his hand over her mouth before she could finish. ANBU was a secretive organization, and he didn’t need her drunk ass running around announcing her membership to the whole world. A sudden, terrible thought then crossed his mind: how many drunken nights had she spent so far revealing her affiliation? He wondered if the village council knew what she was doing, if they feared this would happen from the start.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” the man asked, standing up. “Don’t you put your hands on her!” he shouted in accusation. The young woman struggled in his grip. Kakashi rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“And what are you to her?” he asked. The man blinked a few times. Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “Do you even know her name?” Again, the man remained silent. “Just as I suspected.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you to her! Why should I let you put your hands on her like that?” the man asked, getting up in Kakashi’s face. The young woman grunted and broke free of his grip.

“Hey, both of you! Shut up!” she shouted, plopping back down in her seat and crossing her arms. “Listen here, Kakashi, I don’t need you s-swoopin’ in and making a mess of my perfectly pff-pff-pleasant night, understand? I’m a big girl now! I can handle things myself!”

Kakashi sighed and stepped down from the fight. She was right. Why was he even interjecting himself into her business anyway? It was as if his body acted on its own accord. “You’re right. I’m sorry to have interrupted” he replied quietly. As he turned back to his place at the bar, however, he leaned over and murmured to the man, “By the way, she does in fact have a name and it’s Rei.” The man blinked a few times, as if the information was presented in an effort to insult his intelligence. Rei’s eyes widened, watching Kakashi depart. The copy ninja slid some money across the bar and slipped outside without another word. Rei fell back into her seat and huffed, her bangs flying upward.

“Who even was that guy? An ex-boyfriend?” the man asked. Rei rolled her eyes.

“It would take me all night to explain who Kakashi is” she slurred.

The moment he stepped outside, Kakashi stopped and questioned whether he really should’ve left her alone. But she was right, she was a big girl now. She could handle herself. She was an ANBU for Christ’s sake. She didn’t need him protecting her anymore. Not that he did a stellar job of that anyways. He looked up at the moon and the clouds overhead. He sighed and leaned back against the wall of the building. Something in his chest told him to go back inside, to rescue her anyways, but he refused. Was he really the kind of person that just abandoned his principles like that? He hoped not.

Again, however, Rei became unavoidable. Just as Kakashi was finally ready to walk home, there was the crash of breaking glass inside the bar and shrieks of panic and shock. Kakashi immediately entered danger mode, bursting back inside to find Rei swaying to and fro with a chair high above her head. The man she was with was on the ground, his nose bleeding.

“How dare you try to cop a feel, you pig!” she shouted, trying to swing the chair down to strike him. The other guests rushed to the other end of the bar, some even exiting.

“Hey, none of that! Not in my establishment!” the bartender shouted. “If you wanna fight, you take things outside!”

Of course she was starting a riot. Kakashi sighed, rubbed his temples, and swooped in to fight. In a matter of seconds, he had Rei captured. “You know, I’m actually pretty disappointed in you” he murmured as she struggled in his grip. “I thought you knew better than to start wars with other people.”

“Kakashi, get off me r-right now!” she shouted. The rest of the guests in the bar watched in awe as he tied her up with his own chakra and swung her over his shoulder squirming.

“Sorry about the chaos” he apologized to the bartender. “I’ll pay for the damages.”

“It’s quite alright” the bartender replied tiredly. “Just get her out of here.” Kakashi nodded, slipping through the exit.

Once outside, he dropped her down onto the ground and released her. A part of him expected her to run but she didn’t. She just glared up at him like a teenager caught smoking behind the bleachers. “Where do you get off trying to save me like that?”

“Just doing my good deed for the day is all” Kakashi replied with a smile. Rei rolled her eyes, forcing herself up off the ground.

“Listen, Hatake, I told you before a-and I’ll say it again: I don’t need you swooping in and s-saving me all the time” she complained.

Kakashi nodded, his hands on his hips. “Alrighty then, so I’m guessing you can find your way home yourself.” And with that, he began to walk away.

Rei watched him drunkenly, rolling her eyes as she started off in the opposite direction. She felt like the entire earth was rocking beneath her feet. Everything was blurry and slow.

This was insane. What was he doing? Kakashi did the math in his head, trying to figure out how enough time could’ve possibly passed for her to be drinking in the first place. He hated how awkward he felt around her now, a ghost from his past progressing through a life of her own. Again, something inside his chest tugged. He peered over his shoulder to look back at her, stumbling down the street. Was she really coherent enough to walk home on her own? He thought of the sketchy people that wandered the streets late at night, and what they would do to a girl in her state. He watched for a moment longer as she cupped her hand over her mouth, stumbled toward a bush, and vomited violently. And then her eyes grew heavy and she fell against the wall, sliding toward the ground. He was by her side in a flash, shaking his head before hoisting her up onto his back and carrying her home.

She rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Sweat beaded on her brow and upper lip and he prayed she wouldn’t throw up on him. And then she sighed, and began mumbling trying to get his attention, “Hey…’Kashi…?” she asked. He indicated that he was listening. “Guess what…?”

“What?”

“Someday…I’m gonna be a suuuupppeerrrrr strong ninjaaaaaa….and there’s nothing youuuuu can do about iiiiitttt” she muttered in sing-song, her one arm falling down across his chest. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You think so?” he asked. She nodded. “Well, I’d hate to burst your bubble, but I think it’s important to let you know that you’re already a ninja, Rei.”

The kunoichi laughed tiredly, replying “Seeeeee??? I told youuuu…easy peeeeaassssyyy..” Despite the utter nonsense that she continued to ramble about, he couldn’t help but begin thinking. He had been absent from her life for so long, and she had changed so much. There were so many things he didn’t know about her now: how her training went, who her friends were, if her parents and grandmother were doing alright, if she ever had a first date, a first boyfriend, a first kiss. He didn’t even know where she lived, which proved perhaps the most imminent piece of necessary information. He turned to ask her but by then, she was completely passed out and he didn’t dare wake her up. She probably couldn’t even remember her address, anyway. He wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to do this, but it seemed he had no choice. He walked slowly toward the dormitories where ninja otherwise homeless lived, trudged up the stairs, and unlocked the door to his apartment.

Kakashi’s place was small, just a single room with a communal bathroom down the hall and a kitchen on the lower levels. It wasn’t perfect, but for a single man who was barely even home, it was good enough. He pried Rei off of his back and laid her down on the bed, dragging the trash can beside her in case she needed to vomit again. And then, like a child, he tucked her in and got himself situated on the floor.

He closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly, but to no avail. Every little sound, every creak of the floor and slam of a door, had him on edge. And all he could think about was how Rei was asleep in his bed. This was absolutely crazy. His head was spinning with all of these thoughts of when they were kids, of how close they were, of how he felt about her and then of their years of distance, of her heartbreak, and now her strength and accomplishment. He could hear her shallow breathing, her sighing, the creaking of the mattress as she rolled over. His heart raced.

No matter what he tried, he kept tossing and turning unable to get her out of his head. He sat up and squinted at the clock. 3:24am. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes drifting over to Rei fast asleep. For a moment, he didn’t even recognize her. God, how had she grown up so fast? How had the time already passed so quickly? He had been absent for so much of it. He thought of what could’ve been—coming home to her waiting for him, showing her everything he had learned, telling her about all the missions he had gone on, training with her and competing with her to be the best that they could be. His stomach churned. She murmured something in her sleep and he crept closer to make sure she was alright. Her brows furrowed as if she was having a nightmare and he was almost tempted to try and comfort her back to peace. His hands grew unsteady being this close to her in the quiet and the darkness. Something strange and uncomfortable began to form in the pit of his chest, almost familiar feelings from a hazy childhood dream. He willed them away but was unsuccessful—they wouldn’t budge. He was stuck with them now. He laid back down and tried to comprehend it, figure out what exactly it was, but was unsuccessful. All he knew for certain was that she was here and it was his fault and he was terrified and unsure and that there was no way around it now: she was back in his life and unavoidable.

Did he even want her in his life again? He wasn’t sure. Did she even want him back in her life? Again, not sure. But somehow fate and the hokage and skill and talent had all shoved them back together. What did this mean for them? Were they supposed to try and rekindle what they once had? Kakashi didn’t think he could do it. He couldn’t stand to let anyone else close again. He couldn’t stand to lose anyone else. So then why the hell did he even do this? He couldn’t find a definitive answer. This was so unlike him, or was it just like him? The ponderings on his own identity crept back. It was as if his body had acted on its own accord, walking after her and scooping her up and bringing her back home. He couldn’t comprehend it. This was simultaneously the best and worst decision he could’ve possibly made.

Come morning, Rei groaned awake, her head pounding and her vision blurry. What even happened last night? She scanned the room, something feeling off. It took all of two seconds for it to hit her: she was in someone else’s apartment. Her mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario, looking for clues as to who might’ve kidnapped her and reaching down to make sure her underwear was still on. She knew she never should’ve gone out drinking in the first place. God, the hokage would be so pissed. She slowly propped herself up on her elbows, rubbed her eyes, looked around. There was a chest in the corner, a desk against the other wall. A tall bookshelf loomed overhead. Behind her sat an alarm clock and a framed photograph.

Rei was the only person in the room, meaning she could just as easily sneak out without anyone trying to stop her. It was her only hope. She did not want to confront the situation. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, stood up unbalanced, forced the window open, tried to slip outside. She would’ve managed it, too, had she not been hungover. Instead, her head was spinning and her stomach was upside down and it was so bright outside and holy shit, wait a second, was this her apartment building? And then, just as she had one foot out the window, the door creaked open. Her captor had returned. A wave of terror rushed over her as she grabbed a kunai from the nightstand and launched it at the door, hoping to maybe blind her kidnapper. Unfortunately, she still couldn’t see straight and her aim was off and this guy was skilled enough to catch the knife mid-air anyway.

“I thought we did our killing after breakfast” he commented, tossing the kunai onto his desk. He had a tray of food in one hand, approaching slowly. He eyed her up and down for a moment and then cocked a brow, adding, “A little ambitious for a hangover, aren’t we?” Rei suddenly realized she was still straddling the windowsill, and not only that but her pants were off in front of none other than Kakashi Hatake. She swung her leg back over the edge and took a seat on the bed, gathering the blanket around her waist to cover herself.

“Alright, Kakashi, cut the crap. What kind of sick joke is this? What’s going on, and where am I? And for the love of all that is holy, where the hell are my pants?” she asked. Kakashi set the tray down beside her and took a seat. He looked at her a moment before sucking in a deep breath and explaining everything that had happened the night before, or at least what he was aware of. The more he spoke, the more Rei felt as if she was going to implode upon herself. Now she really knew she never should’ve gone out drinking. All she wanted was to loosen up and relax after a long day but instead she just ended up with even more problems.

Once Kakashi had finished his explanation, Rei nodded slowly, unsure of what else to say. She eyed an orange on the tray, unsure if this food was for just Kakashi or if he intended to share. He pushed the tray closer to her in a silent answer. She nodded once and began peeling the orange slowly, really digging her fingers into it. It was the only thing she knew to do to suppress her current discomfort and anxiety. Kakashi tried not to stare at her for fear of making her even more uncomfortable than she clearly already was. This was such a mistake, but then again, wouldn’t it have been worse leaving her to fend for herself? Putting her at risk of waking up in the bed of an unkind stranger, if she even woke up at all? A shiver ran down his spine. Their hazy pasts loomed over their heads.

Before anything more could be thought or said, there was a knock at the door. Kakashi’s eyes widened. Shit. How could he have forgotten? Rei looked to him frantically but before she could say anything, he was urging her under the bed. She didn’t know what was going on but her heart was pounding and she was terrified of who may be stopping by this early in the morning. Kakashi looked at her apologetically before rising and answering the door.

“Kakashi! There you are. For a moment I thought maybe you were sleeping in” a deep voice answered. Was that…? No, it couldn’t be, could it?

“No, just getting ready to head out, actually” Kakashi replied.

“Well, good because if you haven’t forgotten, today is the day I beat you” the man replied. Rei scooted toward the edge of the bed for a better look. All she could see past the door, however, was a thumbs up from their mystery guest.

“Oh? Was that this morning?” Kakashi asked. The man nodded. “I completely forgot” the copy ninja feigned ignorance. “Guy, do you think we could do this another day?” Just as Rei suspected. She knew that voice and aggravating enthusiasm anywhere.

“What’s the matter, Kakashi? You afraid you won’t measure up to me?” Guy offered, flashing a grin.

“I suppose you could say that” Kakashi replied after a moment of silence. “Listen, today isn’t exactly the best day to do this. I kind of have to be somewhere.”

“Oh?” Guy asked. There was something suspicious going on here, he could just smell it. He peered into the room, eyes landing on the tray of food. Guy had never actually seen Kakashi eat, so that was questionable enough. But then his eyes wandered and landed on a pair of pants on the floor, far too small to possibly be Kakashi’s. A sly grin spread across Guy’s face. Kakashi followed his eyes slowly to the garment, a surge of panic coursing through him. “Say no more, my friend! I know exactly what’s going on here” Guy then said.

“W-what?” Kakashi stammered. “Wait a second, no, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me! I understand, a man has needs” Guy continued, slapping his hand to Kakashi’s shoulder proudly. “There’s no shame in indulging a little bit from time to time! I knew this day would come eventually, anyway. Those books of yours can only really do so much to satisfy a man’s needs.”

By now, Kakashi’s face was turning bright red underneath his mask. This was not the route he wanted things go down this morning but now his mind couldn’t stop. Vivid scenes from those Makeout Paradise books began flashing through his head, superimposed with Rei in the role of the female lead. The entire scene played out in his head, Rei falling to her knees, her breasts spilling out of her shirt, pleading with him, “I’m losing you and in doing so, I am lost!” By the time his mind reached the dirtiest of places, he knew this needed to end.

“Well, I’ll see you later, Guy! Let me know how that new team of yours works out! I’ll talk to you later, bye!” Kakashi rambled, shoving the man further into the hallway and slamming the door. The minute he was gone, Kakashi sunk onto the bed and rested his forehead in his hand with a sigh.

“Jeez, didn’t know you and Guy still kept in touch” Rei suddenly said, peeking her head out from under the bed. Kakashi startled, his face burning. He didn’t think he could look at her now. Not after those insane Makeout Paradise visions. She inched her way out from under the bed completely, sitting up with her back against the bed, and smoothed her hair down. “So, uh, what’s that important thing you need to go do today?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“Important thing?” he asked, confused. Then, nodding, he replied, “Oh, I don’t actually have anything particularly important to do today. I only said that so Guy wouldn’t try to challenge me again.”

Rei nodded slowly, understanding. He and Guy always did have a bit of a rivalry, even if it was fabricated. She remembered when they were young, and Guy was so desperate to prove he was good enough. Apparently some things really never do change. After a few more awkward moments of silence, Rei glanced to the clock on the bookshelf. Almost 9am.

“Well, I guess I better start heading home. Wouldn’t want you to be stuck with my hungover ass all day” she commented, forcing herself up. Her balance was still off, however, and Kakashi rushed to her side to steady her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but she nodded, assuring him she’d be fine. “Can you make it back alright yourself?” he asked. He didn’t know how far away she lived, but he didn’t particularly want her stumbling down the streets and puking in trash cans all over the village.

“Kakashi, I promise, I’ll be fine” she insisted. “I’m a big girl now, I can handle things myself.” Kakashi’s mind flickered back to the night before, when she said that very same thing to him at the bar. He wondered how often she had to say that, or if she’s just had it rehearsed in the event of this very particular set of circumstances.

“At least let me walk you to the door” he urged as she slipped her pants back on. Though it was unnecessary, she couldn’t say no to him a third time. She stood back up and together they exited his apartment, but he paused a moment when he noticed her walking down the hall in the complete opposite direction of the stairs. Maybe she was too hungover still to fully understand the direction of things, but then she pulled out a key and unlocked a door down the hall. His jaw dropped, watching with wide, confused eyes as she bid him goodbye and slipped inside.

So she lived a few doors down, and was part of ANBU now. As Kakashi entered back into his own apartment, he pressed his forehead against the wall and sighed. It was official. He was done for. Now she was really unavoidable.

#kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction #ramblings

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Behind the scenes of this livetext: Mycroft gets a new phone and identifies Iago via haiku; Iago sees Hamilton; "Pride and Prejudice but in Starfleet" becomes a thing; Iago quits their job; SO MANY PUNS; and it turns out that Mycroft has never finished Avatar: the Last Airbender. A year in the making (I'm not even fucking kidding), I present you with: Iago Reads Wizards At War (lightly edited for ease of reading)

Mycroft: Better start bracing yourself for book 8 now

Iago: Oh sweet Jesus

Mycroft: There, no you can't say I didn't warn you

Iago: But you /know/ it's funnier when I get to threaten you with gruesome death!

Iago: Are you ready for this?

Iago: ...one of the chapter titles is "Acceptable Losses". /I/ am not ready for this.

Iago: Nita needs a vacation from her vacation. Nita sweetie...

Iago: "Neets, is it true he destroyed a whole alien culture in just ten days?" Carmela Rodriguez is my Patronus

Mycroft: Right?

Mycroft: She just keeps getting better

Iago: Roll call at the Callahan home: "three humans, one humanoid, one tree, and one giant bug" and I'm quietly cackling in public

Iago: "The centipede pointed a couple spare eyes at the Christmas tree." Taken out of context, I think that may be the most bizarre sentence I've ever read. In context, it makes perfect sense. I don't know which amuses me more.

Mycroft: Yesssss

Iago: "But her mom had loved those lilacs, and wouldn't be seeing them again." OKAY OW

Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus

Iago: You weren't wrong.

Iago: And I wasn't prepared.

Mycroft: So not prepared

Mycroft: What's that in response to specifically?

Iago: Basically the entire series of events leading to Kit and Nita becoming Seniors

Mycroft: BASICALLY

Mycroft: IT'S ALL GONE TO SHIT

Iago: Descriptions of wizardries in action never fail to be beautiful

Iago: "The changes in the structure of space then start affecting the thought processes and reactions of all living beings in the area. Their behavior will start to become less and less rational...less committed to Life."

SHE WROTE THIS BOOK OVER A DECADE AGO HOW IS IT SO RELEVANT RIGHT NOW

Mycroft: Oh you have no idea

Iago: God help my soul

Mycroft: So yes, welcome to Tom's Wizardly PowerPoint of universal doom

Iago: I should just go see Moana again. It's far less depressing

Iago: "Uh-oh". Now Nita's getting in on it

Mycroft: Indeed

Iago: Looks like Nita's playing "fake it 'til you make it"

Iago: I don't know if that's good or bad, to be honest

Mycroft: Fairly characteristic tho

Iago: True

Iago: "...yet another lollipop sticking out of his face." That is the greatest description of someone with a sucker in their mouth that I've ever witnessed

Mycroft: Roshaun and his lollipop addiction

Mycroft: The real OTP

Iago: *chokes* oh my gOD

Iago: Sker'ret just called Nita "Senior". I think both Nita and I had a quick internal freak-out

Iago: THEY STILL HAVE BETTY CALLAHAN'S NUMBER IN THEIR HOME PHONE I'M GOING TO GO CRY IN A CORNER

Mycroft: ;__;

Iago: "The universe has started expanding too fast, and we have to stop it before it tears itself apart."

"Um. Okay, I see why you might need a few extra days off for that."

*slightly hysterical laughter*

Mycroft: Same

Iago: "Two weeks to save the universe". Sounds like an album title

Mycroft: I'd listen to it

Iago: "What /is/ grenfelzing, exactly?"

"It's kind of like emmfozing, but with chocolate."

Have I ever mentioned that I both hate and love your ability to quote these goddamn books at me when I ask questions?

Mycroft: I can't recall, but I'm glad to hear it

Mycroft: Also I mean that's the only canon explanation so really, what else could I say

Iago: But you quoted it /word for word/

Mycroft: Admittedly, that was at least partially For The Meme

Iago: I'll allow it

Iago: "...a brief, profound case of amnesia. They'd instantly forgotten why they were there" sounds like my life

Iago: Oh my god what is Spot doing with the TV

Iago: *whispers* How bad is it that my mind is currently in the gutter

Mycroft: Dataaaaaa

Iago: AM I JUST A PERVERT OR DOES THAT SOUND INCREDIBLY DIRTY

Mycroft: It's certainly something

Iago: "But most of the aliens are here for the cocoa plants." Well, I can't exactly blame them...

Iago: Carmela Rodriguez remains a gift

Iago: Oh god Ronan's back

Mycroft: Yessssss Carmela and Ronan

Mycroft: A dangerous combination

Iago: Ronan keeps the Spear in a pen

Iago: *checks date published*

Iago: Feels a bit Percy Jackson to me

Iago: Carmela has the insta-hots for Ronan. This is gonna be fun

Iago: "The fucking heir of an almighty something or other" is still a really good description for Roshaun. In case you were wondering if I had warmed up to him any more

Iago: WHALE

Iago: WHALE ON THE MOON

Iago: Whale On The Moon is the name of my new techno jazz band

Mycroft: Can I join?

Mycroft: I'll learn any new instrument you need

Iago: ...having thought about it, I'm legitimately not certain what instruments would be /played/ in a techno jazz band. So, I mean, if you want to learn the synthesizer...

Iago: Young Wizards book 8 alternate title: Wizards' Reunion

Iago: Lots of air quotes going on right now

Iago: ....I want Darryl's manual

Iago: "Where's your adjunct talent?"

"Playing with rocks, as usual."

Okay now I really want a puppy

Iago: "Twychild". Have I mentioned lately that the worldbuilding in these books gives me a case of the warm fuzzies?

Mycroft: Yesssss Tuyet and Nguyet

Iago: *whispers* Why is there a thought-voice talking in second-person in Kit's head

Iago: The description of Roshaun's living space send help

Iago: "A three-way collision between an antique furniture warehouse, a jewelry story, and a Gothic cathedral carved and decorated by the artistically insane."

Iago: So my brain has given Roshaun's father the voice of Mark Hamill.

Iago: There's a decent chance I'm going to just call him the Phoenix King

Iago: "Speaking truth to power is never 'out'." DAIRINE REMAINS GOD

Iago: (Also if I ever go to a protest I'm putting that on my sign.)

Mycroft: Yessss do it

Mycroft: And which kind of Mark Hamill are we talking here: Skywalker, Firelord or Joker?

Iago: Firelord. Thus the Phoenix King comment

Iago: Oh my god Dairine in the face of implications that she and Roshaun are ~involved~

Mycroft: Blessss

Iago: "You tell those people that they are completely nuts!"

Iago: Did...did Roshaun just /whine/ at his mother?

Mycroft: Yes

Mycroft: Not so dignified now

Iago: *falls off the table in laughter*

Iago: Oh god is Roshaun developing a Thing for Dairine

Mycroft: WELCOME TO THE MADDENING AMBIGUITY

Iago: MADDENING AMBIGUITY IS THE NAME OF MY NEW POLITICAL PUNK BAND

Mycroft: Bless

Iago: This is my favorite game

Mycroft: I know a fair few YW fans who have a particular talent for it

Iago: I have a list. I use them in my stories for bands my characters like

Mycroft: Most excellent

Iago: Ponch wants blue food

Mycroft: As do we all

Iago: I /could/ go for some blue Jolly Ranchers

Iago: Ponch, to Ronan: "You two just talk among yourselves."

Dog sass is best sass

Iago: "It's math, Kit, but not as we know it."

SHE. SHE JUST. SHE FUCKING DID THAT ON PURPOSE

Iago: I'm going to go curl up in a corner and cry with laughter now

Mycroft: Yup

Mycroft: What a nerd, right

Iago: Pot, kettle

Iago: Oh shit Sker'ret is having a fight with his parent

Iago: ...I currently have a desire to cuddle what amounts to a giant centipede. What have you done to me

Mycroft: The magic of Young Wizards

Iago: That was terrible

Iago: But, then again, I love terrible

Iago: Okay so the description of dark matter

Mycroft: Yes?

Iago: I feel like I have something crawling around under my skin

Mycroft: It's unsettling, isn't it

Mycroft: That gets worse

Iago: Oh god

Iago: "Nita for the first time actually saw someone else look out of Ronan's eyes. The expression was one of recognition coupled with a very controlled anger. The one who looked out had seen something like this before."

Oh. Shit. Oh /shit/.

Mycroft: Yessssss

Mycroft: Shit just got real

Iago: I am not prepared for this

Mycroft: Correct

Iago: GIGO

Mycroft: :D

Iago: "For transits like this, we temporarily rewrite the kernel that manages local gravity and mass in our solar system. It's no big deal."

oh my gOD

Iago: They are actually Dairine's children

Mycroft: They've been busy since we last saw them

Mycroft: And it's awesome

Iago: "A world of true computer wizards" get the fuck out

Iago: They're actually calling her Mother s e n d h e l p

Mycroft: RIGHT

Iago: I'm not crying you're crying

Mycroft: I'm not crying I'm eating a quaesadilla

Mycroft: The crying one must be you

Iago: Well I can't see to tell you so who knows

Iago: "Guys," [Dairine] said after a moment, "you make me proud."

"That is our other purpose," Beanpole said. "Our first one."

Iago: I A M D E A D

Mycroft: I knowwww

Iago: "Life's all the time sending /me/ messages I can't read." [Dairine] flicked just a second's glance at Roshaun, who she was starting to think was yet another of those messages.

Iago: Oh lordy

Iago: Oh god above send help

Iago: Spot's becoming less of a machine, more alive. I don't know if I'm in support of this change

Mycroft: Everyone needs upgrades now and then :P

Iago: I don't like change

Iago: I kind of adore the mobiles all bowing to Dairine

Iago: Roshaun raised his eyebrows and produced another lollipop, which he held out to her.

"How many of those things do you have?" Dairine said.

"Not nearly enough," Roshaun said.

Iago: Please excuse me while I go laugh myself sick

Mycroft: Roshaun has his priorities in order

Mycroft: There was always a jar of lollipops on hand at CrossingsCon in his honor

Iago: Perfect

Iago: "I'll give you a dysfunction where you'll have trouble finding it again."

Totally stealing that don't even care

Mycroft: Excellent

Iago: "I may be a mother, but you are /mine/."

Maybe I didn't take enough time to recover after finishing The Slow Regard of Silent Things I'm going to go collapse in an emotional heap

Mycroft: So many Dairine feels, I knowww

Iago: "Enthusiasmic incorporation of the Hesper--"

What? What?! What does it say? What does it mean? I NEED TO KNOW

Mycroft: [rubs hands together; evil laughter] I'M SAYING NOTHING

Iago: Oh god is time moving faster on Metemne

Mycroft: MAYBE

Iago: Oh fuck it's relativity isn't it. Because they're near the source of the dark matter, they're moving faster than the rest of the Universe

Mycroft: Very possible

Iago: Oh no. Introduction of Della Cantrell and MY EMOTIONS CAN'T TAKE THIS HALP

Mycroft: Oh boy

Iago: Nita's phone call to her dad. Direct hit to the feels.

Mycroft: Harry Callahan is such a good dad

Iago: That is part of why it hurts so much

Iago: "Nita, could you please get off me before we accidentally become more than just good friends?"

*cackles maniacally*

Mycroft: BEST

Iago: Holy fucking sHIT ALMOND SPIDERS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

Mycroft: Wait what

Mycroft: Remind me of the context for that

Iago: On Rashah. The creatures destroying the trees are almond-shaped and have eight legs. Almond spiders

Mycroft: Oh ok that's what I figured

Mycroft: HELLO TO OUR TERRIFYING NEW ALIEN FRIENDS

Iago: ALMOND SPIDERS. WHY.

Mycroft: WHY NOT

Iago: "They've been fighting each other, on and off, for /millions/ of years?"

"They must be really enjoying it, to keep the war going so long."

Sker'ret is so great

Mycroft: Rashah is not exactly a great vacation destination, that's for sure

Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus the almond spiders are a remnant after an atomic holocaust I need a drink

Iago: And...they're all avatars...of the Lone Wanker. Better make that two drinks.

Mycroft: WELCOME TO RADIOACTIVE POSSESSED WAR-MONGERING GIANT SPIDER CULT WORLD

Mycroft: ENJOY YOUR STAY

Iago: Where is Nita's dad

Iago: I am Concerned

Iago: Also

Iago: I will never get tired of the "check your spelling" joke

Mycroft: Same

Iago: "Words had just failed Dairine." Gods above have mercy on us all

Mycroft: I appreciate that the narration pauses to note how unthinkable that is

Iago: Also, a "bright" version of the Lone Power

Iago: What does that mean

Iago: Why is bright in quotes

Mycroft: To indicate it's kind of a rough description of a more complex subject, mostly

Iago: But does it mean that we're getting a version of the Lone Power that's more on the good side or a version that's worse than usual

Mycroft: There's more explanation later, but basically picture the LP's non-evil twin

Mycroft: Like its opposite, basically

Iago: I thought /you/ were refusing to give spoilers

Mycroft: Meh, I saw that as more clarification on what you already read, ymmv

Mycroft: But stay tuned

Iago: Well obviously

Iago: Nita doesn't like shooting people who are shooting at her

Mycroft: Krakens don't count but I don't think they were as sentient

Iago: "I'm a wizard, not an engineer" goddammit /again/?!

Mycroft: Yesss

Iago: I shall take myself off to the laughing corner

Iago: Oh god self-destruct at the Crossings

Mycroft: Kind of a terrifying prospect

Iago: Nita just blew up a giant gun

Mycroft: Yesss

Iago: "High-fiving a giant centipede can take a while."

Up next on Winning Understatements....

Mycroft: That is so fun to picture

Iago: I know!

Iago: "I don't wear socks."

"Just as well. You'd bankrupt yourself."

That is /also/ fun to picture

Mycroft: As an antidote to the tense battle scene, have a bunch of centipede leg jokes

Iago: Pretty much

Iago: Wait

Iago: /Carmela/?!

Mycroft: Hahahaha yesss

Mycroft: THE GLORIOUS RETURN

Iago: What

Iago: WHAT

Iago: Okay, Sker'ret just /swallowed/ the self-destruct panel

Mycroft: He's got a talent for that kind of thing

Iago: Which, I mean, okay, great way to not lose it

Iago: But

Iago: Can't he digest, like, /everything/?

Iago: And the self-destruct sequence is still going?

Iago: What happens if he takes too long to get the panel back out?

Mycroft: Rirhait stomach work in mysterious ways

Iago: ...is that the canon explanation or your way of saying "don't think about it too hard"

Mycroft: Yes

Iago: Why did I let you talk me into this

Mycroft: Because it's awesome, come on

Iago: Ugh

Iago: *quiet noises of agreement*

Iago: "So I took steps." CARMELA

Iago: (Carmela is the reason I let you talk me into this.)

Mycroft: That's the best answer

Mycroft: This book is Peak Carmela honestly

Iago: *whispers emphatically* Juanita Louise

Mycroft: Yessssss

Iago: Carmela just referred to Filif as "my favorite Christmas tree" and Carmela is all of us in that moment

Mycroft: So true

Mycroft: Filif is tree-mendous

Iago: I fucking hate you so much right now. :b

Mycroft: :D

Iago: "We are on errantry, and we greet you."

"Not that you particularly /merit/ greeting." Nita pls

Mycroft: She's earned the right to some snark, I'd say

Iago: Clearly

Iago: "You get more honey with flies. Wait a minute, that's not how it goes." CARMELA PLS

Mycroft: Oh my god

Mycroft: Get ready for another legendary Carmela moment

Iago: IS SHE BRIBING THE TAWALF WITH CHOCOLATE

Iago: FUCKING SHIT YES SHE IS

Mycroft: YEAH

Mycroft: And now you know why this book made Carmela everyone's favorite

Iago: I'M SO PLEASED WITH THIS

Iago: I mean Dairine is always going to be my eternal favorite but yeah Carmela's a close second

Mycroft: Relatable

Iago: Oh my god now she's threatening to /eat/ the chocolate right in front of them I'm crying

Mycroft: I KNOW RIGHT

Iago: Ponch the almond spider is trying to catch his non-existent tail

Mycroft: Omfg I forgot about that

Iago: It's a hilarious picture

Iago: I think I just witnessed a cult gathering

Iago: "You let me worry about this planet, and I'll let you worry about all the others." HARRY CALLAHAN IS BEST DAD

Mycroft: THE VERY BEST

Iago: NO

Iago: NONONONONO

Iago: TOM AND CARL HAVE FORGOTTEN THEIR WIZARDRY

Mycroft: AH YOU'VE GOTTEN TO THAT PART

Mycroft: WELCOME TO HEARTBREAK CITY, POPULATION YOU

Mycroft: And also Nita

Iago: S E N D H E L P

Iago: Wait are Rirhait mostly purple

Iago: Because if yes than they are my new favorites

Mycroft: They also come in blue, green, and pink, but yeah

Mycroft: I'm pretty sure Sker'ret in particular is purple

Iago: Well I saw that but the book makes a point to say that there are a /lot/ of shades of purple and I fucking love purple

Mycroft: You're in luck, then

Iago: "I would never lose my balance. I am a paragon of grace and stability."

"Oh, yeah. Who said /that/?"

"Roshaun."

Someone help me

Iago: I cannot

Mycroft: Pffft

Mycroft: Classic Roshaun

Iago: Kit is hiding his eyes from "sex stuff" and I'm laughing

Iago: "My dog brings home strays." Kit your dog is a fucking gift

Iago: A ducking gift who knows how to work a situation to get dog treats

Iago: And...and then he gave the treat to the Yaldiv that he brought home.

Iago: Ponch is a good dog.

Mycroft: Ponch is a good dog

Iago: "What is it with these Callahan women that they're always after yelling at you and giving you grief?"

"Not always. Just when it's going to get most on your nerves."

Kit just be glad Nita isn't here because she'd sock you

Iago: Oh

Iago: Oh shit

Iago: Just head the story of the dogs' Choice

Iago: And

Iago: everything is fine

Iago: EVERYTHING IS FINE MYCROFT

Mycroft: E V E R Y T H I N G I S F I N E

Iago: "Even when people mean to do good things, bad things happen in the world."

"They're happening already. Pretending they're not won't help."

Memeki the almond spider is speaking to my soul I'm gonna go start a revolution now

Mycroft: Yes please do

Iago: ALMOND SPIDER ATTACK OH GOD

Mycroft: I'm greatly enjoying your dedication to calling the Yaldiv almond spiders

Iago: NITA AND CARMELA TO THE RESCUE FUCK YEAH

Iago: WAIT WAS THE "THING" NITA WAS SUPPOSED TO GO BACK AND GET ACTUALLY /CARMELA/?!

Iago: BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE THE FUCKING GREATEST

Iago: Also

Iago: What does it mean that Memeki was honored by the Great One

Iago: Is she pregnant

Iago: Is she being nommed from the inside

Iago: Oh. Oh shit. What does Memeki mean by "my time"

Iago: CALLED IT ASSFACES

Iago: I mean

Iago: She's not currently getting et

Iago: But

Iago: Eggses

Iago: EGGSES, PRECIOUS

Iago: ACK NO WHY WITH THE MEMORIES OF BETTY I AM NEVER PREPARED FOR THOSE

Iago: Okay apparently the thing Nita was supposed to bring was /not/ in fact Carmela but rather hEART-WRENCHING MEMORIES OF HER MOTHER'S DEATH

Iago: Oh god Carmela is yanking Kit's chain about having found a manual and I'm experiencing emotional whiplash halp

Mycroft: Carmela is dedicated to yanking as many chains as possible, the audience's included

Iago: THEY'RE ALL LOST THEIR WIZARDRY SEND HELP

Iago: ROSHAUN IS ON HIS DIGNITY SEND A DIFFERENT KIND OF HELP

Iago: *inhuman screeching*

Iago: ACK NO YOU ABSOLUTE WANKHOLE GET YOUR DIRTY POWERS OFF CARMELA

Iago: "Oops," said Carmela...and, very slowly, smiled.

Mycroft: OOPS

Mycroft: The holy grail of Carmela badass

Iago: *screams a lot*

Iago: *so much screaming*

Iago: Oh, now This Bitch is rising from the ashes, because obviously

Iago: *snarls a lot*

Iago: *basically continuous snarling*

Iago: RONAN

Iago: R O N A N

Iago: *screams forever*

Iago: *interrupts eternal screaming for a breath* oh yes Sker'ret is in fact purple *continues screaming*

Iago: ROSHAUN WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Iago: ROSHAUN

Mycroft: ROSHAAAAUN

Iago: *still screaming*

Iago: WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING

Iago: WHY IS THE TRANSCENDENT PIG HERE

Iago: WHY IS PONCH A SHADOW DOG

Iago: P O N C H

Iago: PONCH IS SUCH A GOOD DOG

Mycroft: PONCH IS THE BEST DOG

Iago: *cries forever*

Iago: *is also still screaming*

Iago: TOM AND CARL ARE BACK

Iago: BUT ON THE OTHER HAND PONCH

Iago: PONCH

Iago: PONCH IS BACK

Iago: HE'S A SHEEPDOG NOW BUT HE'S PONCH

Iago: TOTALLY CRYING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IT'S ALWAYS THE ANIMALS THAT GET TO ME

Iago: IT'S THE END OF THE BOOK AND THE DOG TECHNICALLY DIDN'T DIE

Mycroft: The dog did the opposite of dying, ultimately

Iago: PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I COLLAPSE ON THIS BED AND SOB WITH JOY

Iago: Okay I'm going to go collapse in an emotionally exhausted heap and probably read all of A Wizard of Mars tomorrow. So. Be ready for that.

Mycroft: CONGRATS you made it to the last stop on the emotional roller coaster that is Wizards at War

Mycroft: You win a free trip to Mars

Mycroft: Where definitely nothing will go wrong

#from the Wordsmith #let's have a quick chat #Young Wizards #Wizards at War #Iago Reads Young Wizards #Iago Reads Wizards at War #Nita Callahan #Kit Rodriguez #Dairine is actually god #Carmela Rodriguez: omnisexual #everyone's favorite Christmas tree #the fucking heir of an almighty something or other #centipedes in socks #Harry Callahan is Best Dad #Iago plays the reference game #And Iago isn't the only one playing #not you dd #(yes you)#exploding koalas

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It's Always Sunny: 10 Best Original Songs From The Show, Ranked

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia has been on the airwaves since 2005 and is one of the longest-running American sitcoms of all time. As well as being a show about a horrible group of friends who hate the world and each other, throughout the years, Dennis, Mac, Dee, Frank, and Charlie have shown off their vocal talents through a whole host of songs, ditties, and melodies. Sadly, nearly all of their musical endeavors tend to end in failure or humiliation, but that doesn’t stop them from being hysterical. As the show enters its 14th season on September 25th, it's time to take a look back at some of Paddy’s Pubs' greatest hits.

10 Trash Song

When "The Gang Recycles The Trash" after the local garbage men go on strike they decide the best way to go about things is in the classiest way possible. Instead of a van the guys opt for a limousine, instead of uniforms they choose tuxedo’s and rather than just offer their services by simply knocking door to door and telling potential customers of their service, Dennis, Mac and Charlie think the best technique would be to give out as much information as possible in the style of a barbershop triplet. Luckily people are desperate to get rid of their trash despite not having the patience to sit through an entire musical number.

9 Magic In The Air

When Frank runs into the bar with such panic he falls over and breaks his nose, it's because he accidentally signs the bar up for a children's beauty pageant. At first, the gang is understandably uncomfortable with the situation. Then when they realize that this is another platform to perform themselves, they jump at the opportunity. The opening number is a jazz scat, 60’s club-style tune called “Magic’s In The Air” and it sets the tone for the following insanity that is about to ensue.

8 Tiny Boy, Little Boy, Baby Boy

"The Nightman Cometh" is the name of Charlie’s self-penned musical and the episode has proved so popular that the cast of It’s Always Sunny have actually gone on to perform it live at various events. As such it contains some of the best Sunny songs and the first on our list "Tiny, Boy Little Boy, Baby Boy. "Intended as an expression of childhood innocence, the unintended pedophilic undertones seep through (as they do with the rest of the musical) leaving Sweet Dee to improvise an ending where she explains she is interested in baby boy’s but is single and looking if any men want her number after the show, much to the chagrin of Charlie.

7 What Are The Rules?

In the episode, "The Gang Turns Black" the gang does exactly that, awakening from an electrical storm power serge to find themselves trapped in the body an African American family. On top of that, they also appear to be part of a musical and the episodes refrain is the song "What Are The Rules" which reappears every-time our heroes try to get to the bottom of the mystery.

RELATED: It's Always Sunny: Every Season Finale Ranked.

Are they trapped in The Wiz, the film they were watching before the accident? Or have they “Quantum Leaped” and need to change history? Just what are the rules!?

6 Moms Stink

Another song from "Frank Reynold’s Little Beauties", Dee finds herself in a rivalry with one of the beauty pageants child contestants and decides to mentor her enemies uninterested older sister into winning the competition. Despite the jovial tone of "Mom’s Stink" the double acts song quickly escalates into a hateful anthem showcasing Dee’s contempt for her own mother. Needless to say, the moms in the audience aren't impressed.

5 How Did They Know?

Back to "The Gang Turns Black," Sweet Dee’s Quantum Leap theory is strengthened when she and Frank find Scott Bakula in an old folk home. Sadly Scott isn’t Sam, the character he played on the popular time travel show, but the star himself hit upon hard times. His epic soliloquy "How Did They Know" is a lament of missing his past Hollywood lifestyle and coming to terms with his new role as a cleaner.

4 Troll Toll

Frank’s big number from "The Nightman Cometh." Frank plays the titular troll, the guardian of the boy of whom Mac’s “Nightman" must pay a fee to gain access to the boy’s soul. Unfortunately Frank's pronunciation of “boy’s soul” sounds a lot like “boys hole” and the sexual confusion of the musicals tone continues, especially when Mac tries to enter the boy (after displaying his karate skills across the stage, of course).

3 Birds Of War

Showing their patriotism in The Gang Wrestles For The Troops, the gang attempt to put on a wrestling show. Mac, Dennis, and Charlie form a stable called the Birds of War and perform their own theme during their ring entrance. The song helps clarify the entrance dance moves (stomp clap, stomp-stomp clap) and the fact that they have feathers like birds but the muscles of men (which are crudely drawn onto their bodies). Of course, no one in the crowd joins in on the stomping and clapping, leaving the boys to freeze-frame as their bird noises are amplified by deafening silence.

2 Go F**k Yourself

When "The Gang Tries Desperately To Win An Award" they change everything about themselves in order to gain some respect from the best bar of the year judges. Of course, nothing goes to plan so as a last-minute desperate attempt to succeed they allow Charlie to sing his cheery new Paddy’s Pub theme song.

Unfortunately, Charlie has been locked in the basement huffing paint and decides to perform his decisively less cheery tune about the spiders that live in his soul. The song builds to an epic crescendo and under the rallying lyrical cry “I don’t need your trophies or your gold, I just want to tell you all go f**k yourself’s” the gang decides to evict everyone from the bar via the method of spitting.

1 Dayman

Probably the most famous song in It’s Always Sunny, "Dayman" has appeared in not one but two episodes. Its first appearance is in "Sweet Dee's Dating A Retarded Person" as Dennis and Charlie’s band "Electric Dream Machine" perform it during a Paddy's Pub concert. A more complete version is sung during the finale to Charlie’s musical "The Nightman Cometh." The song tells of the battle between the Dayman and the Nightman, the Dayman proving victorious as he is the master of both karate and friendship.

NEXT: It's Always Sunny: 5 Most Memorable Guests (& 5 We Totaly Forgot About)

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Voodoo, Vodka and Vampires ~Elijah Mikaelsson~

Request: Would you mind writing a Elijah x reader where Elijah saves reader from somewhere and takes care of her? If it's not too much trouble 😇 your writing is absolutely amazing 💕⚜️

Warnings: A slight confrontation between reader and a man (fist fight)

Pairings: Elijah x Reader

Author’s Note:

Thank you so much https://ladytevans07.tumblr.com! I really hope you like it and sorry it took so long. First week of Year 12 was a little bit of a rush. I really enjoyed writing this and feel free to give me honest feedback :)

To all my other followers it would mean the world to me if you give the wonderful person above a follow :) and Like always- If ya’ll have anything in mind that needs writing just shoot me a message.

Currently working on a the Flash with Barry Allen and Daryl Dixon one.

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New Orleans. “The Big Easy” renowned for the birthplace of Jazz was actually and will always be a tumble dryer full of voodoo, vodka and vampires. You didn’t want to be demeaning to the place at all because it was exotic. From the french quarter, to the bayou, from bourbon street to dining at the Commander’s Palace and maybe getting your voodoo souvenir at Reverend Zombie's House Of Voodoo.

New Orleans truly had it all.

But you learned that the hard way.

You were seriously reconsidering the trip to the ‘big easy’ as your friends finished yet another bottle of vodka and you hadn’t even left the accomodation.

“Y/N!” your best friend’s voice lolled from within the bathroom as the other one was sprawled out on the bed laughing hysterically at a magazine article.

“Yeah!?” you called back pulling yourself up from the bench on the porch your room gave you access to. You were watching the little shops prepare for the festival that was about to make it’s way down the street towards the French Quarter.

“Help me with this darn dress pleaaaaaaasssseeee.” she lolled again and you shivered at the amount of alcohol you could hear in her voice.

You didn’t drink much. You tried to stay as sober as possible with your friends being the ones that usually drink till they can’t remember a thing. You were just cautious. The mother-hen of the friend group. And you were damn proud of it.

You stepped into the bathroom clearly seeing your tipsy best friend struggling with her skin tight sparkling dress’ zipper. She turned and pouted- her dress falling so that her bright pink bra was visible as her shoulders slouched.

“Oh c’mon” you said motioning for her to turn around and with that her giggle and babbling returned.

“I love you so much Y/N” she smiled as she landed her frail hands on your shoulders after you quickly and easily fixed her dress. I nodded and she laughed hysterically. The plain swing dress you were wearing nothing in comparison to her and the other two girls’ clothes.

“WE ARE READY!” she screamed leaping out of the bathroom- both of their squeals echoed down the hallway. You sighed bolting out of the bathroom trying to grab everything that you needed for tonight’s festival.

“fuck.” you hissed as you knocked over an empty bottle of vodka and it clattering to the ground. You ignored it and slipped on your flats.

“Phone, keys, purse, money, camera.” you listed and with that you were out the door struggling to keep up with the squealing friends. You quickly glanced at your watch. It was already 9:00pm. You most certainly missed the family friendly part of the festival.

Tonight was going to be fun.

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In all honesty.

You’d much rather be doing some historical tour of New Orleans than being stuck counting the heads of your drunken friends as they hung around locals at a alcohol stand on the busy streets of the French Quarter.

‘one, two.’

You glanced around you feeling utterly out of your comfort zone. You had walked about three or four blocks from your accomodation towards this area with a massive struggle as the two girls were just picking up drink after drink.

You feared what was going to happen later tonight. You were awkwardly seated at one of the bars and upon arriving you quickly claimed the table that gave you just enough view of the street to keep an eye on your friends. Other than that you were deeply lost in a novel you had strung along in your handbag.

But as your eyes grazed across the crowd in habit something odd caught your gaze. When you looked again your eyes were glued to one spot. Someone was staring at you. The tall man with the sleek suit was leaning against a pole blatantly starring at you. His skin like porcelain. A small smile playing around his lips.

You stiffened and he immediately noticed. And offered you an even softer smile which you returned slightly.

He was suddenly pulled out of his gaze by a woman with bright blonde hair hitting him on the shoulder and your heart and stomach sunk. Slowly you turned back to counting the heads of your three friends and trying your best to focus on the words on the page. But you couldn’t and looked up.

The man was gone and you groaned slightly. Then you counted again.

‘one, tw-’ you counted but the last brunette was nowhere to be seen.

Your eyes flared up in horror and your chest flamed at the thought of loosing one of them in New Orleans. Drunk!

Your eyes started scanning. But in the ocean of heads your eyes strained.

“Mel!” you called your best friend’s name prepping to grab your bag and start running into a crowd much like a chicken who had just got his head chopped off, but when no one’s head’s turned- you realised the seriousness of the situation. Your toes and fingers went numb.

“Me-” but before you could finish your sentence a icy cool hand shed over your bare shoulder.

“She’s over there.” a deep voice spoke in your ear almost. You turned around, startled slumping back down in the chair. The same man that was staring at you was standing before you his hand slightly rested on your bare shoulder.

You glanced at the direction his slim finger held and relieved you sighed out loud seeing the brunette.

“Thank you for that.” you blurted noticing how gorgeously perfect the man that hovered over you was.

“It’s my pleasure. May I?” he questioned motioning towards the open chair you smiling cautiously.

“Yes of course.” you smiled as he took the seat in front of you. You flipped your book closed and looked up at then mysterious man- who first stared at you and now wanted to sit with you.

“My name is Elijah Mikaelsson.” he introduced himself, asking for your hand. You slowly gave it to him as he planted a kiss on the back of it and you flustered slightly.

“Y/N...Y/L/N.” you smiled as he let go of your hand you slowly retracted it.

“It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you Y/N.” he softly smiled. Your tummy lit up in butterflies. Like a match being ignited.

You then suddenly noticed with a shock what you were wearing. In comparison to the rest of New Orleans and especially in comparison to Elijah.

Your eyes shifted uncomfortably, looking nervously as people passed, to your friends, to him and he immediately noticed.

“You look extraordinary Y/N.” he spoke as if reading your thoughts.

“Thank you, I’m not really one for events like this” you painfully stated.

“Well-” he stated, “You do look the part.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself Elijah.” you smiled.

He chuckled heavily making you laugh with him.

“If I may- those friends of yours. The ones that are a little bit over intoxicated. Are you looking after them?” he innocently questioned.

You chuckled, “Spot on Elijah Mikaelsson.”

He chuckled and you smiled towards him.

“Speaking of them- I should go check up on them.” you smiled, “I’ll see you around.”

He smiled- “it’d be a pleasure”

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1:58 am. Your watch flickered and you with that you flipped your book close.

That’s enough for one night. And with that you grabbed your belongings.

After struggling to get a hold of both your friends and pry foreign hands off them- it was safe to say that you were on your way back to the accomodation.

The night’s events embedded deeply in your memory. Elijah’s name and gorgeous smile making you grin like an absolute idiot. You knew it was only a short conversation but oh how you wished for it to be much longer. You disappeared into your own thoughts but your dreamworld was rudely interrupted.

Your best friend’s shrill scream echoed in the empty alley you had wondered in within your daze of thoughts. Within seconds you pushed the other one behind you to see what was going on. The panic flaring up in your chest for the second time in two days. Someone was pinning her against the wall.

“Hey! Get your bloody hands off her!” you yelled without thinking. You stepped forward and tugged at the person who held your whimpering best friend. But he didn’t budge. Only turned his head to snarl at you and once he opened his mouth you had to stifle a scream.

Fangs. Protruding from his mouth like that of a dog’s. And cracks appearing under his demon eyes. You then in the darkness of the alley saw the liquid coating not only his fangs but his whole mouth and the liquid that stained your best friend’s sequenced dress.

“No!” you screamed and flung your fist at his cheek. But as soon as it connected with his face your hand flared up in agonising pain. You had- although- startled him so much that he had moved away from Mel and hollered a foreign word.

You grabbed a hold of your friend and tugged her towards the other trembling girl behind you- but before you could register- the man recoiled and hit you hard across your face.

You hit the ground with immense force and your friends let out a shrill cry for help.

“You bastard!” You yelled as you leapt to your feet. You readied your fists once again and the man laughed planting another fist to the same cheek.

You wanted to vomit from the pain but stood your ground. You then hit- he dodged- you hit again- and then kicked- catching him off guard only slightly. Then he hit you again and your knees buckled.

“What were you doing with the Original?” he questioned as you tried to pull yourself upright. Two or three other men had decided to show up and was harshly both your friends in their un-Godly strong arms.

“I-” you spat out blood, “Don’t know what you are talking about.”

Then a kick came to your ribcage and you recoiled. The screams from your two friends not seizing. Another kick. And another. Your sprawled on the ground as the man with the dirty blonde hair- hair that looked black in the alleyway lifted you by the collar.

You had never regretted wearing a dress this much before. But another blow came to your face and you could feel your face swelling.

“Let them go!” you yelled out. “Please!” you screamed.

“They are mine- you and that Original- I saw the way he looked at you. I’m going to make him suffer” he angrily shouted and you almost vomited. How was he going to make someone else suffer by beating you?

“Kill them-” he uttered.

“NO!” you screamed. “No, no!”

He let out a shrill laugh as he kicked you again but suddenly someone was towering over you- much taller than the man who was beating you.

You regained some energy and crawled away. But as you turned your eyes connected with a horrifying scene.

“Elijah-” your voice stammered. He had quickly extended his hand and snapped the man’s neck letting him fall limply to the ground. Elijah’s fangs blood red. The same cracks visible under his eyes. You felt your head spin as another figure advanced towards the men holding your friends- two actually.

Then Elijah advanced toward you, trying to pull you up. “Elijah what are you?” you called.

“Y/N don’t be afraid” he reassured and you felt the darkness drag your eyes closed.

“Y/N” he sternly stated and within a flash he was by your side- catching you before you hit the ground.

You woke with distant voices tugging you from your slumber. In a matter of seconds the events of the night before hit your mind like a bullet and your body convulsed against a sheet.

“Elijah!” you gasped springing up from the incredibly soft mattress you were laying on and the immediate headache that came with a pang.

The room you were in was absolutely elegant. A gold trim decorating the accents of the cream coloured walls. You didn’t take much notice further because your eyes landed on Elijah and you had to stiffen a scream.

His eyes lit up and he strolled over to you.

“No you stay away from me!” you stammered as Elijah stopped in his tracks.

“I am not going to hurt you Y/N.” he said sternly. “I am not going to hurt you- I promise. Your safe. Your friends are safe. Those men are gone-”

You interrupted him quickly, “You call them ‘men’ they were monsters!” you exclaimed. His eyebrows furrowed in regret and exhaustion. He then continued to walk towards you.

“You...you looked like them.” you whispered and he nodded.

“I need to tend to your wounds.” he said. You nodded. He seated himself on the bed as he pulled a cloth out of a bowl of murky looking water. You dodged it by leaning back, your eyes flicking over to the bowl and then back to him.

“It’s an antiseptic Y/N.” he sighed and you sat upright once more. You winced as he pressed the dap cloth onto an open crack above your eyebrow.

“Elijah.” you whispered, “What are you? What was that man looking for? He said I talked to an Original and that he was going to make him suffer by beating me. I don’t understand.” Your lower lip trembled.

Elijah put the cloth back in the bowl and played with his own fingers.

“He was looking for me Y/N” he spoke deeply lost in thought, “I’m an Original.”

“What does that mean?” you questioned angrily, hands shaking. His hands landed on yours. The one purple and pink. The one you punched the man with.

“I’m an Original Vampire.” he said and you nearly punched him square in the nose but your jaw just tightened.

“That man- he- he- was one?” you questioned and he nodded his head. “I was planning on catching up with you later the evening and one of them must’ve overheard my conversation with my sister.” he rambled.

“I punched a vampire.” you whispered and he chuckled slightly.

“You put up one hell of a fight Y/N.” he whispered and you smiled.

“I wasn’t prepared to die for a guy who hasn’t even taken me out on one date.” you smiled and he returned it but it quickly faded.

“What happened to my friends?” you questioned as the panic started to set in.

“My brother- Niklaus- took them to their accomodation. He- compelled them.” he stated, “He made them forget.”

You looked up at him. “Can you compel people to?”. He nodded,

“If you want I can do the same for-” he stated painfully but you quickly interrupted him.

“No!” you blurted.

“Your not frightened of me are you?” he questioned slightly locking eyes with you once more.

“You saved me Elijah, and you looked after me.” you explained, “I don’t think I’ll ever be afraid of you.”

“I’m a monster Y/N.” he sighed irritably.

“You saved me- a person you barely knew.” you defended. “Your taking care of me Elijah- you are not a monster.” you forced.

He nodded, “Maybe we’ll argue this later?”

You shook your head the dull ache returning, Elijah taking the towel again. Slowly dabbing it onto the open wound on your forehead.

“We may continue arguing the case over dinner perhaps?” he stated, a sly smile curling from his lips.

“I can’t help but accept Elijah.” you smiled, only slight mimicking his own words and tone. You smiled up at him. How beautiful he was and yet he still believed that after saving you- he’d still be a monster. You were determined to change that. He wasn’t a monster.

He might be a vampire- but not a monster. You were sure of it.

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Woman Unknowingly Picks Up Boyfriend’s SIDE CHICK In Her Uber And Tells The Whole Story On Twitter!

Forget #HurtBae, #UberBae is giving us LIFE!

Earlier this week, a woman who drives for Uber discovered her boyfriend was cheating on her — when the side chick was one of her riders!

Like, no joke, this woman picked up a female passenger and dropped her off at her man’s apartment.

Related: #BootBae Is The Most Dramatic Viral Saga Of 2017

OBVIOUSLY, a fight and a recap on Twitter followed. Drama, drama, dramaaaa!

So sit back, relax, and enjoy @Msixelaa‘s dramatic AF tale for yourself (below). We promise, her story is MORE than bananas!

The Uber employee kicked off her anecdote perfectly, as she wrote:

So I drive for uber why I just pick this girl up and drop her off to a dick appointment and the dick appointment was my mans house Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

We’re already crying from laughter. She continued:

I even let her use the aux cord Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

My man told me he was going to ny to see his mom she’s in the hospital he had luggage packed an everything I stayed with him the night befor Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

We parted ways earlier this morning from his apartment he got in his car I got in mine he drove off like he was going to the airport Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

This nigga packed air in his luggage I’m heated shut was sitting by the door like http://pic.twitter.com/OaoFQjNyVG Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

What a sneaky, mofo! The tale didn’t stop there as the now viral star added:

Her boyfriend and shes so excited She hasn’t seen him in forever blah blah blah I’m relating I’m like yeah my man just left out of town Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

We in the car and we just riding she telling me about herself I let her help herself to my dam water In my backseat Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

She was playing music about love that was relating to my dam man the whole time and my dum ass in the car like yasssssss http://pic.twitter.com/EmJXzJ3ami Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

LOLzzzzzz! Anywho, this is the point in the story where things get INTENSE…

Anyways fast forward to us pulling up to the gate at the apartment complex I’m like my boyfriend lives out here Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

She’s getting the apartment building number while I’m saying this via txt I drive to the gate that’s open even though it’s a exit Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

She’s like ok I got the number at this point I’m like ok we counting the building numbers down as we are riding through the buildings Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

my stomach starts to drop as we get closer to a familiar building and I see his car outside at this point I’m like http://pic.twitter.com/c2umQeYxco Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

YOU CAN’T MAKE THIS STUFF UP! Unsurprisingly, the young woman was LIVID:

His ass come out the house ready to assist with luggage AND THE DEVIL ROSE UP OUT OF ME LIKE ARE YOU DEAD ASS RIGHT NOW he runs Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

His dum ass couldn’t eat me to the door before I started beating his ass he was gone leave her outside with me too lol sad Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

(Sounds like Prince Charming to us *eye roll*)

As I’m hitting him I guess the nurturing women ig her decided to protect “our mAn” and she tries HITS me BITTTTTTTTTCCHHHH Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

bitch not even knowing her luggage still in the car she willing to wear the same outfit for god knows how long to protect her man Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

At the point where shit hits me my anger became towards her she don’t even know what’s going on so I turn on her Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

His ass just seemed like he was protecting her when trying to break it up and I’m his girl ain’t that crazy she talking crazy at this point Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

in the seat as I’m getting in the car she charged at me again couldn’t get to me she kicks my car this nigga yelling telling me to leave Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

At this point my heart hurts I’m tired I can’t fight no more so I’m calling my friends jazz and deneka and I’m hysterical Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

Poor thing. Unfortunately, the situation only got more complicated:

My navigation telling me to turn around forgot to end the ride Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

It dawned on me when I was tweeting the first tweet to tell the story the luggage was in my car Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

Hell hath no fury, right?? And @Msixelaa’s cheating dude then had the balls to text her about the “stolen” luggage:

Niggas be like http://pic.twitter.com/8H69Z6ERkE Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

I don’t got time today http://pic.twitter.com/MFqRGEBKlF Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

Wearing my shades like ….. http://pic.twitter.com/Kz6Eavb4Ld Msixelaa (@Msixelaa) March 27, 2017

SAVAGEEEEE! Honestly, thank you #UberBae — you made our week so MUCH better!

[Image via Twitter.]